Sexy Secretarys Novels & Stories

“Good girl… such a good fucking girl… Daddy’s filling you up… so much cum… gonna drip down your legs all day… His body finally shuddered to a stop, cock still twitching inside me, buried to the balls. My pussy kept fluttering around him, milking every last drop while I panted and whimpered against the desk, completely wrecked. He leaned down, chest heaving against my back, and pressed a rough kiss to my neck. “Fuck… you’re perfect,” he rasped. “My perfect little secret who is now my new secretary. “Wait what!”

Sera reasons, "I mean you work in the same building." "I know, isn't it perfect? He's the smoking hot doctor, and I'm the sexy secretary. It's like every guy's fantasy." She's biting the edges of her perfectly manicured nails now. In typical Amanda fashion, she has bypassed all logical reasoning and gone straight for the 'Hot' factor. "Really?" "What, Sera-Crusher-of-All-Dreams, what do you want to say?" Their eyes finally meet in a playful testing of wills.

his friend said, before hearing Tanner laugh on the other end of the phone. "It would be really okay, Tan 'if I'm comfortable, but I'm not," Declan responded, his left eyebrow raised and he couldn't walk in front of his car any longer. "Here's the thing, don't you still have a secretary? Why don't you call him instead and tell him to go home first so you can get dressed—" "She isn't a he; she is a she, and Margaux had no idea where my house was." "Oh! Are you now accepting a female secretary? Why is that Declan — oh shit! Fuck! Is the Margaux you're referring to, the beautiful woman you turned down the grand proposal back then?"

“Morgan, this is Alyssa Devereaux, owner of Sexy Sirens. The most famous—or infamous—gentleman’s club in southern Louisiana, depending on your point of view.” Brandon’s little woman flashed a weak smile, trying her damndest not to stare at Alyssa’s inch-thick makeup, near indecent skirt, and fuck-me boots. There was nothing subtle about Alyssa. She still dressed like a stripper, though she hadn’t danced around a pole in years. She sucked a cock like a woman trying to ingest the brass off a doorknob. She had worse language than him. But she also had a big, big heart.

“Morgan, this is Alyssa Devereaux, owner of Sexy Sirens. The most famous—or infamous—gentleman’s club in southern Louisiana, depending on your point of view.” Brandon’s little woman flashed a weak smile, trying her damndest not to stare at Alyssa’s inch-thick makeup, near indecent skirt, and fuck-me boots. There was nothing subtle about Alyssa. She still dressed like a stripper, though she hadn’t danced around a pole in years. She sucked a cock like a woman trying to ingest the brass off a doorknob. She had worse language than him. But she also had a big, big heart.

Knocking slightly on the door as soon as I got there, probably got the attention of the people inside as more than one person announced that I should enter. Henry’s back was turned towards me as I entered and I observed that his jaw was clenched. When he turned and our eyes met, his hard glare softened. When I checked the office, I saw that Mrs Finn, Mr Fowler, the financial secretary and also, the Human Resources manager, Mr Claw was around as well and I was the fifth person in the office. “A file is missing from the safe and this file is worth billions of dollars” Henry started. “Everyone here was the last person to be in this office and only three of us knew where the extra key was. I bes

There’s a Korean drama called What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim that once went viral. Movies and TV shows often portray secretaries as glamorous women—gorgeous, seductive, and impeccably dressed. They revolve around their powerful bosses, fall in love with them, and compete with their bosses’ lovers for attention, living lives of luxury in upscale venues. Seraphina Arden told her best friend Emily, “It’s all a load of crap.” Seraphina was the secretary to Leon Everhart, the CEO of TerraVantage Group. On this particular Sunday night, she was out with Emily, enjoying street food and doing some window shopping, when her phone buzzed.

And for someone like me, a man leading a double life, if something is too good and then it’s the worst thing waiting to happen. Proving me right I received an email directly from the source. The little nerdy girl wasn’t as nerdy, boring and submissive as she pretended to be. There’s a wide world of fantasies she’s hiding inside that head of hers which includes, in her words, ‘her sexy-arsehole-overbearing-know-it-all-Boss’. And that’s me. But this isn’t it. I have only uncovered half of what she’s hiding. There’s more lot to my little secretive secretary. And our worlds might not be as different as she thought. Because she came running right through the door she wanted to exit.

He looked rich and handsome from behind. “I…” Just as I was about to speak, he turned around, and my eyes widened in shock and disbelief at the sight of who it was. “Who are you and why are you in my office unannounced?” His deep voice growled, sending electrifying waves down my body. How was it that I was standing before the almighty Brian Hill, President of Sierra Cure Pharmaceutical, and feeling drawn to him as my second-chance mate? I trembled. “I am… I am Alicia Harries, your new secretary.” I bowed my head briefly.

“Fuck—Lucy, fuck your damn sweet pussy.“ Marco moaned, slamming into her faster. “Yes, yes, yes, gimme all of it sir —fuck!“ The secretary cried out, as Marco sends his finger Infront of her to rub his clitoris whilst fucking harder. Fuck, that even I was abit shaken by how good he was fucking her. That cock of his looks punishing—it was huge and veiny. You can actually see how deep he was into her through her moans. I let them go on longer than I should have. I wanted to see him come apart. I wanted to witness the man who thought he could outplay Shane lose himself in something as small, as pathetic, as lust. Finally, I cleared my throat.“Mhmm Mhmm.“ The sound sliced through the room like a