Masturbation, Imagination, Secretary Fantasy
A Boss Can Fantasise About His Personal Assistant, Can’t He?
She’s deliciously curvy. In the hourglass way. Tits, big and, judging by how they move, one hundred percent natural.
I posted this on my Substack last month. Here’s your catch up.
Short, snappy, and hot as fuck.
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I can’t wait to see them loose, overflowing my palms as I flick my thumbs over her penny brown nipples.
Her butt sticks out, not like those god-awful plastic pumped ones, but a lush, full butt I can imagine slapping and squishing on my lap as I enter her. Her pussy will be wet, her lips keen, her waist soft beneath my hands as she rides me.
I have to have her on top. At least that first time.
I need to watch her ride me. Pull her hair loose from the strict bun she wears in the office.
As she chews on her lip, her body flushed with desire. Talon long nails clawing across my chest and stomach as she cries my name. Her thighs, thick, sweaty, heavy softness on mine.
Just the thought of her has me hard under my desk. I drop a hand from the keyboard to my crotch. Press to see if I can relieve my focus, but know it’s a waste of effort. The only way this rock is going away is to empty my balls. If it can’t be into her dripping pussy, it’ll need to be in my fist.
I shuffle and walk bandy-legged to the bathroom. Thankfully, it’s my private space, so no danger of someone hearing me hammer one out in the cubicle.
I unzip and scoop out my throbbing cock. Close my eyes and imagine her on her knees at my feet.
She takes my balls one by one in her mouth, leaving crimson lipstick stains on each as she sucks them with an almost audible pop into her mouth before moving her fingers and tongue to my bell end.
She strokes back my foreskin, slides her tongue over the ridge and licks away the drips. A half-smile shows she loves my taste and needs more.
I plant my feet wide as I fist myself, knowing one day soon I’ll be fucking her face for real.
I’ll thrust my cock into her cheek. She’ll adjust her lips, her tongue and take me into her throat. She’ll learn how to take me deep. I know my girth is hard to take, but she will do it gladly, with my help.
Grabbing a wad of tissue, I pump my load into my fist. If only she was here right now. My cum shooting down her throat, overflowing over those lush soft lips, sticky strings dripping down her chin. My length being licked clean.
I wash up, tuck in, and go back to my desk.
She opens the door, enters with my usual coffee.
Can she smell my sex?
Is that why her wiggle is more exaggerated? Why her blouse has an extra button unfastened? Her nipples rock hard inside her tailored jacket?
Or is that my imagination?
Fuck!
She smiles, licks her lips, places a mug of steaming mocha on my desk, leans over…
‘Do you need anything else?’
I’m hard again!
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