by Writing Shark
The work is never done
“Okay ladies, time to go home.” You clap your hands and end the workday at Stratton Starmakers. As your interns dance around you with Lyndsy and clear out the office, you think back to the three eager applicants. It doesn’t matter that you didn’t fuck Emma. She’s a woman, you’re a man and this is Hollywood. It won’t be long before she’s kissing your feet. You take your anger at her and swallow it, Katie deserves better.
“Good night Sir,” she says, smiling chastely at you, closing her eyes and sighing meaningfully as you pat her cheek. “If you need me, I’m always here.” She turns around quickly, pulls up her skirt and shows you her bare bottom. It’s a sign of loyalty and your bottom desk drawer is now full of her panties. “Always.” How sweet, she’s even blushing. Like I haven’t fucked her today. Cute little thing.
“Thank you, Katie. I’ll keep that in mind.” You look at her tight ass, then it’s Bailey and Amy’s turn.
“Sir?” Bailey steps forward, Amy does the same. They both straighten, then spread their legs, reach under their skirts and pull their sexy panties up their slender legs. “For you, Sir. We want to be good girls too.” You look at the peace offer, then accept it.
“About time,” you smile, then your fingers penetrate the two pussies. Both girls moan softly but move their bodies with your hands. “Lick.” Two tongues taste their juices, then you wipe your fingers clean under their noses. It won’t hurt Amy to get used to the smell of pussy. “Off you go home. Tomorrow is another day.”
“Yes Sir,” they both say, then hurry past you.
“That leaves the two of us.” With that you turn to Lyndsy who is just turning out the lights in the rooms.
“Yes Sir.” Her eyes fix on you, unsure. “If you don’t need me anymore, Sir, I’d like to go home to…”
“But of course,” you smile and put your arm around the slender girl. With one hand on her chest, you maneuver her out of the office. “I’ve had enough sex today,” you reassure her as you lock up and she waits for you with her head down. Then your hand is back on her breast, soft and heavy enough for your liking. “You don’t need to worry about your boss, your performance today was once again impeccable.”
“Thank you Sir…” She blushes too, you shake your head in amusement. Then she turns to leave.
“What are you doing?” you ask in surprise. Lyndsy turns around, startled.
“I’m going home…” she stammers. You shake your head. At first she wants to say something, but then she just nods in surrender.
“Out of the question, Little Lynnie. It’s getting late and you’re not taking the bus.” Smiling broadly, you open the door of your car. “Hop in.”
“Yes Sir.”
You really are a good boss. Lyndsy is a really good, hardworking, obedient, fuckable secretary and you’re a good, honest man. You even keep your dick in your pants as you cruise the LA streets at night to the beats of ‘Woke up this Morning’ at a pace Lyndsy is comfortable with.
“How… How were the talks today… Sir?” she asks, not just out of professional interest, but also to thank you for being so accommodating not messing her up again. As the lights in red, green and white pass by the windows of your car, you tell her about the two fucks you got from the three applicants.
“Take good care of Ella,” you admonish her and pat her leg, but then let her go again. “The little one will go far once she’s forged on me.”
“Yes Sir.” Lyndsy makes notes on her work cell phone.
“And we need to keep an eye on Hailee. She’s a little too proactive for me. Not that she’d fuck anyone without us wanting it.” Lyndsy nods again and spreads her legs a little, probably because she thinks you can’t see it. In fact, you’re looking out the window at a group of hookers on the side of the road, but your mind is on your secretary. You know what makes her tick. “Maybe we need to show her the bad side of life first so that she stays with us without making too many demands.”
“Yes, Sir. And…” Your icy smile is reflected in the night glass. “And Emma?”
“Emma?” You snort, turning away from the hookers. “Emma is like you, Lyndsy. She reminds me of you. Emma won’t get any roles until I’ve fucked her thoroughly.”
It’s not far to Lyndsy’s apartment when you feel her hand on your thigh. You could take her when, where and how you want, but it’s always good to see that you can control her so easily. Why subjugate someone when they do it for you?
“Lyndsy?” you ask, smiling innocently, “What do you want?”
“You, Sir. I want you. May I…. May I be a good girl too?”
Of course, she can.
“And here we are,” you announce a short time later, your hand roughly in her hair and her spit thick on her chin. The young woman doesn’t interrupt your pampering and continues to suck you with loving lips. The thought of feminist Emma getting a role before her, when Lyndsy has given up so much for you, must really upset her. You can understand that and you respect the girl as much as you can respect a whore who really enjoys her work. And of course you know what makes her wet. Dominant men always get what they want. “Hurry up, love,” you grunt, and you flex your cock in her hot mouth. “I want to go home to my girlfriend.” With a loud ‘pop’, Lyndsy comes up, a thick string between her slightly trembling lower lip and your cock. Her eyes are glazed over and she has a stupid smile on her lips. Now you’re finally feeling it you stupid piece of meat. You want me. You want what I do to you. Maybe there’s still hope for you.
“Fuck me, Sir,” she breathes, tugging at her thin white blouse. “Please sir fuck me. Make me a good girl.”
There’s not much room in the car, but your secretary’s sweaty thighs squeeze even tighter on your lap. Soft tunes come from the radio as you slip her blouse over her pure white shoulders and push her bra up, your cock pushing past her panties and deep, deep inside her. She moves her hips up and down convulsively, almost shaking the car’s powerful suspension as she leans down and presses her painted lips to yours.
“Oh god, you fuck me so good Sir! Thank you, Sir! You’re so… ha… deep inside me…” Then she squeals like a piglet as you bite her lower lip and grab her head and turn it towards the window while your other hand pushes her ass onto you.
“Deeper than your boyfriend?” Together, you look at her small house on the outskirts of LA with lights already on in the windows. Lyndsy is cheating on him right in his driveway.
“Yes Sir!” she gasps as you press her cheek hard against the window. “Much deeper… and better… Sir… FUCK soi much better!” Her voice is laced with lust and guilt but her cunt clenches pleasantly around your cock. “But Sir…” Your hand digs deep into her hair as you thrust into her from below, throwing her body upwards. “He’s my… fuck… yes… fiancé… Sir…”
“Oh,” you just do it and keep fucking her. A good boss needs to know his employees. “Congratulations.” Then you yank her head back. Lyndsy gasps in shock and pain. “Then I should get you something for your engagement, shouldn’t I?” Fast and hard, you thrust deep and hard into her, her ass slamming into your thighs, her skin leaving greasy marks on the inside of the window as her whole body stiffens with yours. She’s trying to grab something to hold her steady but only wobles on top of you like a broken doll. But the sigh of dumb Lyndsy turns you on, so you shoot your load deep into her cunt while she throws herself against you one last time and takes your spear all the way inside her, milking you with her cheating pussy in her cheating womb.
“Thank you for taking me… home… Sir.” Leaning against the car, her hair halfway fixed, her clothes halfway neat, she looks around hastily. Then, smiling at you, she takes off her panties like the others have done. “I’ll be a much better girl from now on. I promise.”
“Good night Lyndsy.”
“Good night Sir.”
“And Lyndsy?” She turns around once more. “Say hello to your fiancé for me.”
“Of course Sir.” And she smiles at you.
Writing Shark 