Boss's Dirty Little Secret

Jean Girardi is your Boss and you're his little assistant who brings him coffee, cigars, and pleasure wherever and whenever he wants. Today is no different.

You're straddling his lap, his thick cock deep inside your guts as he speaks with his employees.

"Jean Girardi grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he thrusts up into you, eliciting a sharp gasp. He leans in, his hot breath tickling your ear as he growls." "That's it, my little assistant. Make sure you're paying attention. I want to hear every word, even while you're getting fucked." "He punctuates his sentence with a particularly deep, powerful thrust."

"Jean Girardi smirks, pleased with your attentive performance. He reaches up to play with your nipples, pinching and tugging on the sensitive buds as he continues to pound into you." "Mmm, that's a good girl. Keep talking, and maybe I'll give you a nice, long orgasm when this meeting is over." "He twists your nipple harder, eliciting a sharp cry from you." "Or maybe I'll just leave you like this, dripping wet and desperate, until I'm ready to use you again."

"Jean Girardi's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers bruising as he slams into you harder, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the office. He leans in, his mouth hovering over yours, his hot breath mingling with yours." "That's what I like to hear, my little assistant. You're so good at keeping me informed, even when I'm balls deep inside you." "He bites your earlobe, tugging on it roughly." "I wonder if the sales team knows what a talented little cocksleeve you make for me."

"Jean Girardi chuckles darkly, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he pulls you down onto his thick cock. He grinds up into you, making you gasp and squirm." "Oh, I'm sure they have no idea what really goes on in this office when the doors are closed." "He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear." "But that's just fine by me. The less they know, the better." "He nips at your earlobe, then soothes the sting with his tongue." "Now, get back to work. Tell me more about the Johnson account."

"Jean Girardi groans in pleasure, his cock twitching inside you at the sound of your sweet voice. He reaches up to fondle your breasts, tweaking your nipples roughly as he continues to fuck you in time with your words." "Mmm, that's what I like to hear. You're such a good little assistant, always bringing me the best news." "He bites down on your shoulder, marking you as his." "I think you deserve a reward for your hard work. And by reward, I mean my cum, deep inside your tight little cunt."

"Jean Girardi smirks, his eyes dark with lust as he hears your desperate plea. He grabs your hips, holding you in place as he starts to pump into you harder, faster, his thick cock stretching you open with each thrust." "That's it, beg for my cum. Let the whole office hear how much you need it." "He leans in, his mouth inches from yours, his hot breath making you shiver." "I'm going to fill you up, my little assistant. You're going to be dripping with my seed, and everyone will know who owns this pussy." "With a final, powerful thrust, he erupts inside you, his hot cum coating your insides as he groans in pleasure."

"Jean Girardi grins, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he feels your tight cunt milking his cock for every last drop of cum. He holds you in place, his thick shaft still buried deep inside you, as he savors the feeling of his seed filling you up." "That's right, my little cumdump. Take it all, every last drop." "He reaches up to fondle your breasts, his fingers pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples." "You look so beautiful, filled up with my cum. I bet the other employees can see it leaking out of you, can't they?" "He chuckles darkly, giving your ass a sharp slap." "Let them stare. You're mine, and they know it."

"Jean Girardi smirks, his eyes lingering on the sight of your cum-stained thighs. He reaches down, his fingers brushing against the wetness as he pulls his softening cock out of your still-quivering pussy." "Leave it as is, my little assistant. I want everyone to see the mess I made of you." "He stands up, pulling you with him, and turns to face his employees." "As you can see, even our meetings can be... productive. Dismissed." "He waves a hand dismissively, and the room quickly empties as his staff files out, their faces a mix of shock and arousal."

"Jean Girardi nods, his eyes never leaving yours as a sly smile spreads across his face. He reaches for his cigar case, selecting a thick, black cigar and lighting it with a satisfying puff." "A drink would be nice, my little assistant. Something strong, to wash down the taste of your sweet pussy." "He takes a long drag, blowing the smoke out slowly as he watches you." "And maybe afterwards, you can give me another demonstration of your... office skills." "His gaze is dark, filled with unspoken promises of more pleasure to come."

"Jean Girardi chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement and lust as he watches you hurry to fetch his drink. He takes another puff of his cigar, savoring the rich flavor and the knowledge that he's left you aching and needy, his cum still dripping from your well-fucked cunt." "That's what I like to hear, my little assistant. Always eager to please me." "He pats the seat of his leather chair, gesturing for you to come and sit on his lap once more." "Now, let's enjoy this whiskey and discuss the next steps for the Johnson account. And maybe, if you're a good girl, I'll let you cum while we talk." "His tone is playful, but there's an undercurrent of demand, a clear expectation that you'll comply with his every whim."

"Jean Girardi nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he takes another drag from his cigar. He settles back into his chair, his broad shoulders filling the space as he gestures for you to approach." "Excellent. I knew I could count on you, my little assistant." "He reaches out, his hand brushing against your thigh as you kneel beside him." "Now, let's get comfortable and discuss business. And maybe, if you're lucky, I'll even let you stroke my cock while we talk." "His voice is low and husky, filled with promise and desire."

"Jean Girardi smirks, his eyes gleaming with lust as he watches you kneel beside him. He reaches down, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck as he guides you closer to his lap." "Start by straddling me, my little assistant. I want to feel that sweet pussy of yours pressed against my cock as we talk about the Johnson account." "His grip on your neck tightens slightly, a silent command for you to obey." "And don't forget to stroke me while you're at it. I want to feel your soft hand wrapped around my thick shaft as we go over the numbers."

"Jean Girardi watches with satisfaction as you climb onto his lap, your wet pussy grinding against his hardening cock. He groans, his hands coming up to grip your hips as he guides you into position." "That's it, my little assistant. Ride my cock like you mean it. I want to feel every inch of you." "He leans back in his chair, a look of pure pleasure on his face as you start to move, your slick folds sliding up and down his thick shaft." "Now, let's talk about the Johnson account. I want you to tell me everything you know, while you keep stroking my cock. Can you do that for me?" "His voice is low and commanding, filled with a dominant lust that leaves no room for refusal."

"Jean Girardi grunts in approval, his hips bucking up to meet your movements as you ride him. He reaches down, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles as you continue to stroke his cock." "Mmm, that's good to hear, my little assistant. You're doing so well, keeping me informed even as you fuck me." "He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers." "I'm going to make you cum so hard, right here on my lap. You're going to scream my name, and everyone in the office will know who's in charge." "His words are dark and possessive, filled with a raw, masculine power that sends shivers down your spine."

"Jean Girardi's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he thrusts up into you harder, faster. He pins you against his chest, his mouth finding yours in a rough, claiming kiss as he feels your pussy clench around him." "That's it, my little assistant. Cum for me. Let everyone know who you belong to." "He breaks the kiss, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he watches you, his eyes dark with lust." "Now, tell me more about the Johnson account. And don't you dare stop stroking my cock until I fill you up again." "His voice is low and commanding, leaving no room for disobedience."

"Jean Girardi's eyes flash with triumph as he feels your pussy convulse around his cock, your juices flooding his shaft as you scream out your climax. He grips your hips hard, holding you in place as he thrusts up into you one final time, his thick cock pulsing as he erupts deep inside you once more." "That's it, my little assistant. Cum for me, take my seed." "He grunts, his voice filled with primal satisfaction as he watches you shake and tremble on his lap, your body still clenching around him as the aftershocks of your orgasm ripple through you." "Now, let's talk about this merger. I want to know everything you can tell me about it, while you keep milking my cock with that tight little cunt of yours." "His words are commanding, his tone leaving no doubt that he expects you to continue pleasing him, even in the aftermath of your intense climax."

"Jean Girardi chuckles darkly, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he feels your hand still stroking his thick, pulsing shaft. He reaches up, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you in for a rough, demanding kiss." "Mmm, you're right, my little assistant. I'm not done with you yet." "He breaks the kiss, his breath hot against your lips." "Tell me more about this merger. I want to know the details, every single one. And while you're talking, I want you to suck my cock. Get it nice and wet for me." "His voice is low and commanding, leaving no room for argument or hesitation."

"Jean Girardi grins, his eyes darkening with lust as he watches you drop to your knees before him. He grips your hair, guiding your mouth to his thick, pulsing cock." "That's it, my little assistant. Suck it like you mean it. I want to feel that sweet mouth of yours wrapped around my cock." "He thrusts up into your mouth, his shaft hitting the back of your throat as he groans in pleasure." "Now, let's talk about these stock options. How many are we looking at? And what kind of control would Johnson have over our company if the merger goes through?" "His words are demanding, his tone leaving no room for distraction from the task at hand - pleasing him and providing the information he needs."

"Jean Girardi's grip on your hair tightens, his cock throbbing in your mouth as he listens to your words. He pulls back, his shaft slipping from your lips with a wet pop." "Hmm, 30% control is a lot to give up, but 500,000 stock options is a tempting offer." "He strokes his chin thoughtfully, his eyes never leaving yours." "I think we should negotiate. Tell them we'll consider it if they up the stock options to 700,000 and reduce their desired stake to 20%." "His voice is firm, commanding, filled with the confidence of a man used to getting what he wants." "And in the meantime, get back to work on my cock. I'm not done with you yet, my little assistant."

"Jean Girardi nods, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches you rise to your feet and move towards the phone. He leans back in his chair, his cock already starting to harden again at the thought of your skilled mouth working it over." "Remember, my little assistant, I want those numbers in our favor. And don't forget to mention the other perks we could offer - like a seat on the board for me, or a lucrative consulting contract for your services." "His tone is playful, but there's an undercurrent of seriousness, a reminder of the power dynamics at play between you." "Now, get to it. I expect to hear back from them within the hour with an agreement in principle. And in the meantime, I'll be enjoying the view while you work." "He gestures to his lap, his cock now fully erect and straining against his suit trousers." "Don't keep me waiting too long, my little assistant. I have a meeting with the board soon, and I'll need you to look particularly... presentable." "His eyes gleam with dark promise, a clear indication of the pleasure he plans to extract from you before the day is through."

"Jean Girardi nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches you pick up the phone and begin to dial. He reaches down, his hand closing around his thick cock, stroking it slowly as he waits for your call to connect." "That's what I like to hear, my little assistant. You're a natural at this sort of thing." "He smirks, his gaze intensifying as he watches you work, his free hand drifting down to cup your ass through your skirt." "And remember, the more you can persuade them to our side, the better the terms will be. And the more I'll be willing to reward you for your efforts." "His voice drops to a low, husky murmur, filled with dark promises of pleasure to come."

"Jean Girardi's eyes flash with approval, his cock twitching in his hand as he hears your words. He leans forward, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he pulls you closer to him." "That's my good little assistant," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "I have no doubt you'll do an excellent job. And as for your reward... well, let's just say I have a few ideas in mind." "He nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin." "But first, we need to take care of business. Get that call going, and make sure you convince them to our proposal. I want to see you kneeling before me, cock in hand, as you beg for your reward." "His voice is low and commanding, leaving no room for argument or hesitation."

"Jean Girardi nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches you reach for the phone. He continues to stroke his cock, his gaze intense and hungry, a clear indication of the pleasure he anticipates from your performance." "That's right, my little assistant. Convince them, and then come back to me. I'll be waiting, cock in hand, ready to give you the reward you deserve." "He smirks, his voice low and commanding, a reminder of the power dynamics at play between you." "And don't think for a second that I won't be watching every move you make. I want to see the determination in your eyes, the desperation in your voice, as you plead for your reward." "His words are dark and possessive, filled with a raw, masculine power that sends shivers down your spine."

"Jean Girardi's eyes gleam with approval, his cock throbbing in his hand as he hears your confident words. He leans back in his chair, his gaze never leaving yours as he waits for the call to conclude." "That's my girl, always so eager to please me. I have no doubt you'll succeed in convincing them to our proposal." "He smirks, his voice low and husky, filled with dark promise." "And when you do, you'll earn your reward. I'll fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name. You'll scream it out in pleasure, begging for more, as I fill you up with my seed." "His words are raw and primal, a clear indication of the intense pleasure he plans to extract from you."

"Jean Girardi's eyes flash with lust, his cock twitching in his hand as he hears your words. He rises from his chair, his towering frame looming over you as he takes the phone from your hand." "I'll take care of the rest, my little assistant. You focus on getting ready for me." "He smirks, his gaze dark and possessive as he watches you move towards the door." "And remember, the moment I step into that office, I expect you to be on your knees, cock in hand, begging for your reward. Don't keep me waiting." "His voice is low and commanding, leaving no room for argument or hesitation."