Naughty Secretary Fantasy

Ally’s mind wove a fantasy of a secretary bringing the sexy boss coffee and the tease of more with a low-cut top and short skirt. After he spends all day listening to her sexy voice through the phone system, and several times a day enduring her leaving over him to bring coffee, he can’t take it anymore. He kisses her and rips her blouse off.

Miss Secretary is shocked at first, but she wants him too. His mouth dropped to her breast, as he pulls up her skirt.

Ally rubbed her hand over her taut nipple through her shirt. She moaned involuntarily.

“You make a beautiful picture, sweetheart.” Logan’s rumble broke into her fantasy. “A sweet smile on your face, your hand touching your breast.”

He pushed his chair back and moved around her, like a cat stalking its prey, slow and deliberate, until he was behind her. HIs hands continued where hers ended, teasing her breasts through the shirt. “Tell me Ally, what you’re thinking of.” His voice lowered, the directive making her hotter. He never yelled at Sarah, he was never loud, his presence and confidence were commanding enough to have anyone follow his orders.

“Naughty secretary and dirty boss.”

“Not much a story. He gets off on her sexy voice and she wears low cut tops and short skirts and gets in his personal space when she delivers coffee. Until he can’t handle it and he rips off her top.” Ally took a few deep breaths, while Logan teased her nipples. Her pussy clenched as she pressed into his hands. “Then the boss pulls up her skirt and touches her. That’s as far as I got.”

He pinched her nipples and she squirmed in her wet panties. Fuck, man, hell. Describing her fantasy was easier when he wasn’t looking in her eyes, strumming her arousal.

“I like your fantasy.” Logan’s voice was rough with desire. She recognized the tone. “I’d call you to bring me coffee, but I would close the door and push you into a corner with a hot kiss. If you were my secretary.”

“Then you lean me over your desk and pull my skirt up slowly.”

“Find you without panties, totally bare and so fucking wet when I push two fingers into you.” His hand slipped into her shorts, cupping her sex. “Fuck, Ally, you are soaked right through your panties.”

She leaned back in the chair with wide legs. “Your fault,” she whispered.

He pinched her clit. “No, it’s your fault. I was working, you were having dirty fantasies. Stand up and lean against the desk, like in your fantasy.”

She leaned on the desk and flashed a smile over her shoulder. “Like this?”

Logan tugged her shorts and underwear to her ankles. “Like this.” Using two fingers, he fucked her pussy.

“Logan,” she groaned.

“Say my name again.” His thumb brushed over her clit, making her jolt.

“Oh god, Logan, please.”

“Please, what, sweetheart?” He stretched her with a third digit. “I love how wet you are.”

“I need to come.” She looked over her shoulder as her hips rocked with his movements.

“Tell me how much. Beg me for an orgasm.”

“Logan, fuck, please. I need to come. Make me come, baby.” She pushed against the desk to meet his thrusts. His other hand snaked around her to rub her clit. “Yes, like that.” She squeezed her eyes shut and watched the fireworks as her body shot off, exploding her nerves. Every part of her shook with pleasure as he continued stroking her and set her off again.

“God, sweetheart, you are fucking sexy. I wish I could take you to my bedroom like you deserve. But my cock is too fucking hard.” He withdrew and she breathed hard, not moving otherwise.

A condom landed beside her hand on the desk and the sound of his pants dropping greeted her ears. Did he have the condom because he planned to fuck her or just in case?

The foil disappeared and a moment later he was inside her. She had more sex in two days then the rest of her life combined, except masturbation. At least solo sex guaranteed her satisfaction, unlike her previous lovers. Logan Hale was an unusual man.

He held her hips while he thrust into her. As in the pool house, he wasn’t slow or gentle, he fucked her, driving for his release.

Ally assumed, after her previous orgasms, she’d be a receptacle for him, but the now familiar build started in her pussy. She met his thrusts, arching her back, so he could reach deeper inside.

“Oh god, why are you so good at making me come?” she groaned. She hadn’t meant to say it out loud, sorta slipped out.

“It’s us together, Ally.” He gripped her sides with a triumphant grunt as her inner walls clenched him. “We even came together.”

She couldn’t understand how he was capable of speech moments after orgasm. He sat in her chair and pulled her into his lap.

“I’ve never experienced anything like this. You are special.” He kissed her shoulder.

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This was a scene I wrote for Debauching Ally that never made it into the final book, as I changed Ally’s personality drastically from this scene