Secretary's Shame

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Secretary's Shame

I've been watching you for weeks, the way you move around the office in your little miniskirt and high heels, showing off every inch of your luscious legs. And the way your breasts bounce as you walk. If you can feel my eyes on you, you know what I am thinking!

But every time I start to make a move on you, you ignore me, like I'm not even here!

But today, today is absolutely the last straw! The minute you pranced in I knew I had had enough!

Here you are, dressed (barely) in a white blouse and miniskirt, and white high heels. You're not wearing a bra - I can see that from clear across the room. But what you are wearing is a pair of lacy thong panties, the kind that is nothing but a thin strip between your lovely round ass cheeks. From the front it looks like a G-string, white on white showing clear through, and from the back it looks so sexy (I can see every stitch when you bend over) that I can barely keep from diving on you right here!

But you act like I'm not even around, and as the hour grows later this Friday afternoon, my plans get firmer with my cock! As more and more people leave for the weekend, you don't even notice that your defenders are growing scarce. Finally, the last of them are gone, and it's just you and me, babe!

I get up and approach your desk. You go right on working. "Ever going home?" I ask. You look up, startled, only realizing then that we are alone. You look at the clock.

"Wow! I didn't realize it was that late!" You stand up, giving me a good view of your delicious flesh. "I've got to get out of here!"

"Hot date tonight?"

"Yeah!" You step around the desk, but my words stop you.

"I'd love to get hold of you sometime." You smirk at me.

"In your dreams!" You start to step past me, and I reach out, grabbing a handful of your white blouse, yanking you back to me so hard you fall against me.

"No, you little slut! In your nightmare!"

Before you can even move, I grab your blouse in both fists and yank it open, tugging it off your shoulders and halfway down your arms! You scream, loudly, as your breasts are bared to me, and I start twisting the remnants of your blouse around in your arms, encumbering them and effectively binding you. I hold you close to me, letting you scream for all the good it will do!

Holding your arms pinned behind you in your blouse with my right hand, I grab your hair and force you to face me. "Relax, babe! Just open wide and enjoy it!"

"NO! Leave me ALONE!" I pull your head closer, smothering your protests with my mouth. I kiss you passionately, putting everything into it, and you try to fight me, but you are helpless against my strength.

I sit down on your desk, pulling you to me, and wrap my legs around yours from the outside, my heels coming around and trapping your legs. Your breasts are right in front of my mouth, and I suck on your left nipple.

You try to struggle, but cannot as I lick and suck on your nipple, and your screams start to turn to groans. I suck harder, first on one and then the other, trapping the nub in my teeth and flicking my tongue on it. Then, with my legs trapping yours, I spread my own, my heels forcing your legs open. Balanced only on your white high heels, you cannot stop me as I force your legs wider and wider!

One hand is still keeping your arms trapped, and as I suck your breast I reach between your widely spread thighs. Under your skirt, I have no trouble pushing aside the thin strip of frilly material, and when you feel my fingers touching your sensitive pussy lips you again scream.

But this time it does not have the same tinge of terror, and as my fingertips play about your soft lips you writhe about against my body! "NO! Get your hand AWAY! Lemme alone!" I don't bother to answer, sucking your nipple harder. It is now quite firm, a little hard nub of lust, and I switch to the other, making you groan as my fingers find your clit!

You try to writhe away, but cannot escape my mouth and fingers! You no longer protest, but your groans and gasps are eloquent! When I stroke your clit, one finger invading just an inch into your moistening hole, you cry out. "Don't do it! Stop. OHHHHH!" I stroked your clit particularly firmly, and your guttural cry makes your condition clear. "Stop!" You cry as I stroke your clit harder, and then insert a finger deep into you. "OHMYGOD!!!"

I keep licking and sucking your nipples, and can barely hold you! I start finger fucking you as you writhe against me, your words barely intelligible.

"Ohstopitpleasedon'tmakemecomeohpleaseohohohhhhhhh!" I only pump my fingers in and out of you harder, sucking your breast as hard as I can.

"DontdoitlemmealoneIdon'twannaCome!" You try to protest, but then your groans become more intense! "OHMYGODNOOOOOOOO!" I start feeling your come flowing! It soaks my hand, dripping onto the floor. I am glad that I am not in the way as you come, writhing about, your girl cream flowing onto the carpet with an obscene sound! You are ashamed, and helpless as your orgasm is forced out of you, and you drench my hand, your juices flowing onto the carpet!

It seems a long time before your cries slow, and you are left gasping against my body. My hand is completely drenched, and I wipe the excess against your wet labia, making you cry out again as I ‘attack’ your sensitive flesh. I pull your breast into my mouth. "Please!" You gasp. "Lemme alone!" I strum your clit, making you writhe about helplessly.

"No way, slut! You got off, now it’s my turn!"

"Please!"

"No! Look at this puddle of your come soaking into the rug. In the morning, everyone is going to know what a slut you are, getting off in front of your own desk. So, slut, lay down and take it!"

I give you no choice, forcing you off your feet onto your back. You scream in terror! "Please! Stop it!" I hold you down, forcing my hand between your legs and grabbing your thong panties, yanking hard, ripping them off you as you scream! "HELPMESOMEONE!"

"I’ll help you, slut!" I tell you, pulling open my pants and trapping your body under mine! You writhe about on the floor as I force your legs open, and when I shove my hard thick cock into you, you scream wildly!

You’re tight, as much from fear as from your recent fucking, and I slam into you with all my strength, driving scream after scream from you! But as I diddle your nipple with one hand, you can barely stand it! This turns you on, and you feel your body betraying you with renewed lust as I force my cock in and out of you! You cry out in shame as you feel your pussy contracting on its own around my shaft, your womanly juices flowing despite your protests as my mouth comes down on your breast.

I grind my pelvis into your clit, making you cry out with every thrust, and before long you cannot stop your body from meeting mine. You are embarrassed, but helpless in your response to my lust! You cannot even talk, cries and groans your only expression.

I keep it up, forcing your body to respond to me, until in the end, tears in your eyes, you must admit to yourself that I have won. Crying out under me, your pussy tightens about my cock, and your cream flows over us, running down your ass into the carpet.

Finally it is over, and as I kiss you, you are unable to keep from responding as well. Breathless, you realize you have given yourself over, in your helplessness, to your conqueror.

You also realize that the floor in front of your desk bears the mark of your shame, and the perfect opportunity for me to exercise control over you.

What shall I do with you next?