"Why did you not take the notes when I specifically asked you to? Do you not understand how important this is for me? For our company?"

Rachel didn't lookup. Her hands, shaking at hearing the guttural sound of Matt. She rested them awkwardly on her hips, staring at the floor instead of meeting Matts stormy eyes. The secretary was too embarrassed to look up.

Her lips trembled as she breathed, "I'm sorry, sir. I was distracted..."

Matt walked towards her and stood in front of her. His every step was making her nervous, almost making her want to crawl under the table.

Before she could say anything, Rachel felt his large hand on her jaw, raising her head. The look in his eyes made it difficult to breathe. He had a hunger on his face she had never seen before. What was he going to do? She thought, folding her lips together.

"On my desk Rachel. Hands and knees. Now."

She made no complaint and quickly scrambled to climb onto his desk. His desk was the perfect height which made her ass line up with his hips. Rachel regretted wearing A-line skirt, it hitched up her thigh, exposing her beautiful long legs.

Matts cold breath fell on her bare exposed skin, and she held breath, eyes clenched shut in anticipation.

"You were supposed to be my pretty little obedient Secretary, Rachel. That's why I pay you every month, not to suck on the tip of the pencil and distract me in the meeting."

Her mouth fell open at that. She had no idea that he was paying attention to her. For the first time, she did not do it intentionally.

"Now spread your legs. Wider, spread your legs wider..." Matt growled some desperation overtaking him.

She hummed, parting her legs, in attempt hitching her skirt even higher.

"Sir, please don't fire me."

He clicked his tongue, "Fire you? Well, that depends on how good you behave now."

With that, Matt pushed her skirt all the way up, exposing her lace panties. He let out a groan, palming her round cheeks.

"You're unreal, baby."

She shivered as his voice melted against her skin like ice cream on a sunny day.

Raising his hand, Matt bought his hand down on her thick luscious ass. Rachel jerked, her nails digging into her palms as she tried not to scream.

"Oh please sir, p-please."

Rachel was not sure why she begged, but the pleasure clouded her senses. His body pressing against her made her feel like she was high, heart racing. Matt hummed.

He rubbed at her skin and struck again.

Ten slaps later she was a whimpering mess, squirming against his palm and humping against the glass desk. Her panties were wet, sticking to her wet tight cunt.

Her boss wound a hand around her waist and flipped her, making sure she was comfortable on her ass. The raw material against her red hot skin made Rachel squirm, but she blearily blinked her eyes.

Matt almost cursed under his breath staring at her tiny, tight, pink lace panties. His fingers hooked under the side of her panties. She bit on her lips, arching her back. Almost desperate to feel his fingers.

Noticing how her thighs started to quiver, Matt licked his lips. "Are you sure about this, Rachel?"

"Sir," She breathed, her voice wavering,  "yes. Please"

Matt curled his lips. "Good. You don't want to lose your job; you want to please me, yeah?"

"Yeah"

Matt parted her thighs, using his tongue only to lick over the panty-clad hole. She jerked immediately.

Rachel took her bottom lip in between her teeth, trying not to cry as his tongue started kitten licking against her tight hole. It made her tremble.

Eventually, he let his tongue travel in a full, broad lap over the entire fabric. She held on to the sides of the desk, letting him pepper tiny teasing kisses across her skin. He held her waist with his one hand, using the other to gently flick across her tight shirt, squeezing her perky tits.

Rachel is almost too lost to say anything; her trembles were certainly gone, very much replaced by quiet whimpers.

"Baby, you want me to stop?"

"Please, sir." She whined softly with the exasperation evident in her tone.

"Please what?"

"Please don't stop..."

"Okay am going to eat you out then, make you cry for more. Make you come on my mouth."

Matt smirked, kissing the side of her inner thigh before pulling back. He used his fingers to slide the lace material off her legs, letting it pool around her ankles. She kicked it off, exposing the wet glistening pink folds.

Her boss sucked a sharp breath. Without a word, he buried himself in between her thighs, almost smothering himself as he sloppily forced his tongue to take a firm lick.

Rachel let out a scream, her fingers entangling in his thick hair, pushing them against her centre.

Matt used two of his fingers to spread her lips away, blowing a cold breath against her opening. She shivered, almost clenching at the cold air, which made him lookup. He pressed his nose against her clit, using his tongue to lick a huge stripe. She arched her back, her mouth falling open and eyes rolling back at the intense pleasure. He slurped at the pre-come gushing out of her sensitive hole.

Her sounds were like mewls. Rachel was unable to scream, chewing on her lips. Even though the cabin was soundproof, she did not want to take any chances. It also scared her how she might blurt out something that would embarrass her later.

Matt used his other hand to grip at her thigh, his long fingers digging into her skin. His tongue was lapping over the entrance as he tried to bring his index finger towards her hole.

As if that wasn't enough. She squirmed away as his finger teasingly flicked against her hole. He used his finger to press a little, pushing into her hole while his tongue was diving into her folds.

"Sir" She choked on her moan as his finger fully slid in, making her clench.

In an instant, Rachel felt her abdomen tight, and that was enough to tell she was close. Opening her eyes, she met his eyes.

"I-I'm coming..."

Her hole pulsed around his finger and with a sharp cry, she came. Matt wrapped his lips around her tight hole, using his tongue to lick at her sensitive, spent centre and lapping up all the come. The sight made her cheeks red and legs go wider, allowing him to pull back. His lips were shiny and wet.

Her legs fell apart as he stood up.

When Rachel could finally breathe again, she opened her eyes only to look at Matt hovering above her. His hand was stroking the bulge in his pants, and she felt her eyes widen.

How many times did she imagine having his cock in her?

"Stay as you are, baby. Legs parted just like that. I want to fuck you."

Rachel woke up with a gasp, looking around only to realise that it was a dream. She rubbed her face with her hands, slumping down with a tired sigh. It was ridiculous that she had a wet dream about her boss, who was unaware of her feelings. Why was it so difficult to stop thinking about Matt?

Shaking her head, she pulled the covers off her body and noticed a large wet spot on the bed, feeling her cheeks heat up. Only if Matt knew the kind of thoughts, she had for him. He would probably never talk with her.

With a huff, she dragged the sheets towards the laundry room, dreading to face her boss at work again.

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