
Micro Monday, Flash Fiction
Why I Employed my Secretary
Teased. With each wriggle of those hips
My secretary shuts the door, leaving the office. What can I say. If they flaunt their taut, shapely arse my way one more time, I will not be responsible for my actions.
Teased. With each wriggle of those hips. I suppose it was my fault for choosing them. I could have picked the woman with the baggy trousers and off-white blouse. But surely if she couldn’t get her own clothes ironed out, how the hell would she have been able to organise me?
Just as I button up my jacket and smooth down the cuffs, my secretary comes in again, closes the door and brings over papers for me to sign.
I initial each one and give them back. Everyone else has gone home. It’s now or never.
Our eyes meet.
Damn, they’re hot.
Sparks ignite as our hands touch.
“Bend over, Miss Jenkins.”
Thank goodness. I thought he’d never ask. I hit my desk face down as he pulls up the skirt of my suit, yanks down my panties and releases his cock.
“Yes,” I scream as without foreplay, he clasps the desk and rams into my cunt. His hips meeting my arse with a thwack on each thrust.
Foresight. That’s why I choose Tom as my secretary. I knew he’d be equipped to organise me the moment I laid eyes on him. A young buck ready to fuck!
That was a 229 word Flash: Another Flash from May…
And another work place flash by Kiki Wellington





