Sexy Office Secretary Novels & Stories

Maxwell I felt all thoughts of murder and skinning a certain William Rodriguez alive fly out of my head at the words that came out of my secretary's mouth that evening. "What?" "Sleep with me." There was no way she was serious, right? But it looked like she was, with the way she was moving closer to me and looking all seductive. It was as if a switch had turned in her head, and I couldn't really blame it on the drink since it was only one can of beer we had both had.

Kian clicks the door shut as soon as they leave and then presses me back onto the desk. “Where were we?” He whispers in my ear. I wiggle my ass into his front and he groans. “Such a naughty little secretary. Seducing your boss like this. Tsk tsk tssk.” “I’ve wanted you for so long, Mr Winston. You always praise me for being a good secretary…I am quite good at other things too. Let me show you.” “So, you’ll be a good little secretary and spread those legs for your boss?” He presses into me, hard as rock already.

he asked. “You look tired, Master,” her secretary responded in a seductive voice. She bent, even more, causing the cheek of her breast to slightly protrude from her red blouse with the zipper down to the middle of her chest. Jasson simply shook his head and returned his attention to the papers. But his secretary was dead set on doing what she wanted: seducing Jasson. The woman stood up straight and slowly walked towards his back. She put her hands on his shoulders, leaned forward, and intentionally pressed her healthy breast against the back of Jasson’s head.

“Your coffee” “Take a sip” He ordered “Excuse me?” “How do I know you’re not trying to poison me? Take a sip” “If I seemed like the type to poison your coffee then why did you send me and not your secretary in the first place?” She asked and at his glare she added “Sir” “My secretary got fired” no “You fired George?!” Her eyes bulged. It seemed like his special ability was shocking her “Yes. Now sip” She took the cup carefully and took a sip. Then forced herself to swallow. So bitter “There. I didn’t try to poison you” She wanted to put it back on his table but he stopped her

Ms CEO and Mr Secretary Chapter 7 TIM Sited on this amazing chair inside this hall decorated with..; I’m kinda too tired to explain or describe all this! Opposite me is my dashing, gorgeous, beautiful, the most sexiest woman in the whole world. Am I suppose to call my boss that? Well she isn’t in my mind so…. I guess I can. “If she is the sexiest woman in the whole world what of your mom?” That stupid tiny voice at the back of my mind yet again interrupted my thought.

The poor woman even bent over and clutched her stomach. Sean glanced over his shoulder at his nagging secretary. Luckily she was a hardworking woman and always helped Sean at the right time, so that her position still in place, but the noise of her high heels sometimes made Sean wanted to bang his head on the desk. He should have just ordered her to go look for the prehistoric stuff out there so he wouldn’t be interrupted, and so he would have plenty of time when he came to the pantry. After her breathing returned to normal, Altha lifted her body and looked at the couple in front of her with a surprised look.

I replied and gulped down the rest of my wine Jason eyes lit up when he realized what I was up to and he also gulped down the rest of his wine "Are you here to seduce me secretary?" He asked lustfully when I pulled up my skirt, revealed my pantsless pussy and slowly sat down on his table with my pussy spread opened in front of him "Did I turn you on Mr Ceo?" "Always" he replied hungrily while staring at my pussy "I don't mind eating this before my lunch" he said and buried his face inside my pussy

The power imbalance felt heavier than ever. At Ryan’s office, the sun had already set. Ryan was packing his bag, ready to head home, when his secretary walked in again. She closed the door behind her and locked it with a soft click. Her blouse was unbuttoned lower than usual, showing deep cleavage, and her short skirt hugged her hips tightly. “Boss,” she said softly, walking toward him with a seductive smile. “You’ve been so stressed lately. Let me help you relax before you go home to your wife.”

She walked straight into my office, her voice hoarse as she said, "Scott, you're my secretary—" "Former secretary." I cut her off expressionlessly and slid a freshly prepared resignation letter across the desk toward her. "Sign it, Ms. York. Also, this is my lawyer's contact information. He'll liaise directly with your legal team regarding the lawsuit against Mr. Moore for misappropriating trade secrets."

They were instruments, cutting through pretense, measuring every ounce of her worth. “You are Ava Reed,” he said, calm and commanding. “Yes,” she replied. “I am here for the secretary position.” “You are late.” Her heart lurched. “I am… I am sorry, sir,” she stammered. “Traffic was…” “Traffic,” he repeated, sharp and measured. “I hope your work ethic is better than your punctuality.” Ava swallowed hard and nodded. “It is, sir. I will not disappoint you.” He studied her silently, and she felt every hesitation, every doubt, every insecurity laid bare beneath his gaze. Then, almost imperceptibly, the corner of his mouth lifted. “Very well. Follow me.”