Private Locker Confession: Ravaging the Secretary in Her Boss’s Office
Deep in my mind’s Private Locker, the door creaks open. Pressure builds like a storm. Bernard’s curse throbs. Marion sees it, nods. ‘Fuck the secretary. She’s a pain. Do it.’ Heart races. Adrenaline spikes. I head to work, nerves electric. Afternoon hits. Cock strains. No more waiting. Pretext ready: storage remodel plan. Knock. Enter her domain. Valériane, prim, bitchy. Spreads the blueprint. Circle her chair. Brush her arm. Hip. Shoulder. Zap. The gift ignites. She fidgets. Cheeks flush. Eyes glaze. I wait. She cracks. Stands. Lips crash mine. Hungry. ‘Fuck me. Now.’ Grin. ‘Close doors. Boss’s office.’ She bolts. I strip. She returns. Bend her over desk. Skirt up. Panties ripped. Plunge deep. Wet heat grips. She growls. Fills her. Pounds hard. Clothes scatter. Cum drips thighs. Splashes hair, tits. She begs more. Two hours grind. Door swings. Anne freezes. Director stares. Val on all fours, ass high, pussy hammered. ‘Morning, Director.’ She mumbles back. ‘Excuse the mess. Thought you out. Clean up?’ She nods. Stays. Watches. Mesmerized. ‘Like to watch? Sit.’ She obeys. Eyes locked. Provoke. Slap Val’s ass. ‘Your boss loves spectating.’ Val moans. ‘Don’t stop.’ Slow then slam. Test limits. Pull out. Aim higher. Push into ass. No fight. She arches. Takes it all. Tight ring milks. Switch positions. Lay back. Val straddles reverse. Full view for Anne. Fingers her clit. She rides wild. Twenty minutes. Laughter erupts. Anne giggles. ‘Cauliflower ass!’ Hysterics. Ignore. Val cums hard. Water break. Anne fetches. Ream Val’s ass doggy. She returns. Hand her bottle. Touch Anne. Nothing. Already bred. Shame. Slap Val. ‘Clean cock.’ Tongue laps cum from shaft, balls, thighs. No gag. Eager. Anne explains laugh. Giggle fits again. Overtime. ‘Dungeons?’ Anne leads. Empty halls. Showers. Clothes wrecked. Anne buys dress. Returns: us fucking. Natural pussy now. Finish. Clean cock again. Kiss forehead. ‘Go home. Hubby worries.’ She snaps out later. Shower. Confused tears. ‘Betrayed Donatien.’ Anne consoles. ‘Try anal with him. Liked it.’ Ass burns. Creme it. No panties home. Marion waits. No questions. Bed. Fuck her senseless. Pressure gone. Locker snaps shut. Light. Free. Secret safe. Thrill lingers. Until next crave.
