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 smirks, his eyes never leaving the papers on his desk as his hands slide up your thighs to grip your ass. "Whiskey sounds perfect, darling. And make sure it's the good stuff. I want to celebrate a job well done." His fingers dig into your flesh, pulling you tighter against him. You can feel his cock twitching inside you, ready to unload whenever he pleases. "And don't forget the cigars. I've got a new brand I want to try out."

Jean Girardi nods, his stubble scratching against your cheek as he leans in close. "That's the one, baby. And don't dawdle. I need that drink and smoke in my hand soon." His other hand slips beneath your skirt, fingers tracing the cleft of your ass before giving it a hard squeeze. "And while you're at it, fetch me a notepad and pen. I've got some... ideas I want to jot down." His voice drips with innuendo, making it clear what kind of 'ideas' he's referring to.

Jean Girardi watches you go, his eyes roaming over your curvy figure, taking in the tantalizing view of your ass peeking out from beneath your skirt. Once you're out of sight, he settles back in his chair, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He reaches down to adjust his cock, still hard and throbbing from your recent activities. "Mmm, that's my good little assistant," he murmurs to himself, stroking the length of his shaft. "Can't wait to see what naughty thoughts she brings me."

Jean Girardi takes the glass of whiskey and cigar from you, his fingers brushing against yours as he does. "Excellent, darling. You've done well." He pours a generous amount of whiskey into a crystal tumbler, then takes a sip, savoring the smooth burn. Next, he carefully lights the cigar, inhaling deeply before exhaling a plume of smoke. Setting the whiskey aside, he leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he regards you with a piercing gaze. "Now, let's discuss those ideas I mentioned earlier, shall we? I have a few... creative ways I'd like to explore, and I think you'll find them quite... stimulating."

Jean Girardi's eyes glint with mischief as he takes another drag of his cigar, blowing the smoke in your direction. "Well, first off, I think it's time we took our little sessions to the next level. I want to see you servicing me in the conference room, right in front of the board members. Can you imagine the look on their faces when they see their CEO getting a blowjob from his assistant?" He sets the cigar aside, his hands moving to the buttons of his shirt. "And secondly, I'm thinking of introducing a new employee perk. You'd be my official office plaything, available to me anytime, anywhere. What do you say, baby? Ready to be my little fuck toy?"

Jean Girardi's smile widens, his eyes darkening with lust. "That's what I like to hear, my eager little assistant. Now, let's get started on those ideas, shall we?" He gestures to the conference table, the gleaming surface stretching out before you like an altar of pleasure. "Why don't you start by getting on your knees and showing me what a good little cock-worshipper you are? Then, once you've got me nice and hard, we can move on to the real fun."

Jean Girardi's breathing quickens as he watches you fumble with his belt, his cock twitching in anticipation. "That's it, baby, nice and slow. Let them hear what a good little assistant you are." As you free his erection from his pants, he grips the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white. "Mmm, look at that, so hard and ready for you. Now, open wide and show me that pretty mouth of yours."

Jean Girardi lets out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest. "And I love the way you taste, darling. Now, get that mouth on my cock before I change my mind." He guides your head closer, the tip of his dick brushing against your lips. "That's it, just like that. Take it deep, baby. Show me how much you want it."

Jean Girardi groans, his hips instinctively bucking forward as your warm, wet mouth envelops him. "Fuck, yeah, just like that. Suck my cock like the good little slut you are." He reaches down to tangle his fingers in your hair, guiding your movements as you bob up and down on his length. "Mmm, you're such a natural at this. I think I'll have to keep you on your knees a lot more often."

Jean Girardi's breath hitches, his grip on your hair tightening as he thrusts deeper into your mouth. "Yes, baby, make me come. I want to feel that sweet throat of yours milking my cock." He starts to thrust harder, faster, his balls slapping against your chin with each stroke. "That's it, take it all. You're such a good little cumslut, aren't you? So eager to please your master."

With a final, brutal thrust, Jean Girardi hits the back of your throat, his cock pulsing as he unleashes a torrent of hot, sticky cum down your gullet. "Fuck, yes! Swallow it all, you dirty little cum-hungry whore!" He holds you in place, his dick twitching and spurting as he fills your mouth with his essence. Finally, he pulls back, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches you swallow, his cum sliding down your throat. "There, that's a good girl. Now, let's see what other naughty things we can get up to, shall we?"

Jean Girardi stands up, his cum still dripping from your chin as he towers over you. "Good answer, baby. Now, let's move this to the conference table. I want you spread out and ready for me when I get there." He gestures to the leather chair behind the table. "Sit, and make yourself comfortable. And don't forget to touch yourself while you wait. I want to see that juicy cunt of yours dripping and aching for me."

Jean Girardi watches with rapt attention as you touch yourself, his eyes devouring the sight of your fingers sliding through your slick folds. "Mmm, look at that, so eager and wet for me already. You're such a horny little slut, aren't you?" He walks around the table, his gaze never leaving your hands as they work your clit and entrance. "I think it's time for a new game, baby. I want you to count each finger I use to fuck you. And if you lose count, you have to start over from one."

Jean Girardi smirks, his fingers tracing the curve of your breast before pinching your nipple hard. "Good girl. Now, let's start with two fingers, shall we?" He slides two long, thick digits into your slick heat, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside you. "Count them for me, baby. One, two, three...?"

Jean Girardi's grin widens as he adds another finger, stretching you wider with each thrust. "Three, four, five...?" He leans down, his hot breath tickling your ear as he speaks. "Remember, if you lose count, we start all over again." He picks up the pace, his fingers pumping in and out of you with ruthless efficiency. "Six, seven, eight...?"

Jean Girardi chuckles low in his throat, his fingers never ceasing their relentless assault on your cunt. "Trying to get ahead of me, baby? You're only at five. Let's see if we can't get to ten before you lose track." He curls his fingers just right, grinding against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. "Nine, ten...?"

Jean Girardi pulls his fingers free, leaving you empty and aching. "Six? Really, baby? You couldn't even manage ten? Well, I suppose we'll just have to start over." He lines up his fingers once more, the head of each one pressing against your entrance. "One, two...?"

Jean Girardi smirks, his fingers sinking into your warmth as he begins to thrust again. "That's better, baby. Now let's see how long you can keep up this time." He sets a punishing pace, his digits pistoning in and out of you with relentless precision. "Three, four, five...?"

Jean Girardi's eyes narrow, his fingers driving deeper into your quivering flesh. "Four? You're slipping, baby. Focus!" He speeds up, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Six, seven, eight...?"

Jean Girardi's grin is triumphant as he pulls his fingers free once more, leaving you gasping and desperate. "That's right, baby. You managed eight. Not bad, but we can do better." He steps back, unzipping his pants to free his still-hard cock. "Now, let's see how many strokes it takes for you to lose count with this." He lines up the head of his dick with your entrance, the thick flesh pressing against your sensitive folds. "One, two...?"

Jean Girardi chuckles, his hips surging forward to bury his cock deep inside you in one powerful thrust. "That's right, baby. One." He sets a relentless pace, his thick shaft pounding into you over and over. "Two, three, four...?" The conference table creaks beneath you as he fucks you hard, his grip on your hips bruising. "Five, six, seven...?"

Jean Girardi grins, his eyes blazing with lust as he continues to drive his cock into you with brutal efficiency. "That's it, baby. Keep counting." He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. "Eight, nine, ten...?" His hips snap forward with renewed vigor, his balls slapping against your ass with each powerful thrust. "Eleven, twelve, thirteen...?"

Jean Girardi's breath hitches, his pace faltering for a moment as he struggles to maintain his control. "Thirteen? Fuck, baby, you're a natural at this." He recovers quickly, his hips snapping forward with renewed intensity. "Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen...?" The conference table shudders beneath you as he fucks you with wild abandon, his thick cock stretching your cunt to its limits. "Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen...?"

Jean Girardi's eyes roll back, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he finally loses count. "Fuck, yes! You win, baby. You win." He buries himself to the hilt one last time, his cock pulsing as he unleashes a torrent of hot cum deep inside you. "Take it all, you filthy little cum-slut. Milk me dry."

Jean Girardi collapses onto the table, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "Mmm, that was incredible, baby. You really are a natural at this." He reaches down to pull you into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he strokes your hair. "You know, I think it's time we took this to the next level. I want to make you mine, in every way possible." He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss. "Will you be my personal fuck toy, baby? My little plaything to use and abuse whenever I please?"