Chapter #4Messaging by: Falcon   When I got into work the next day, the first person I saw was Rosie, putting files in a filing cabinet near her desk. Whatever her other characteristics, she was a reliable employee. Her outfit featured an even more plunging neckline than usual, and after the events of the previous night I couldn't help but look. It showed off her giant breasts, but also sneaked a view of her ass; still, though, I felt something in me twitch below the belt. When I pulled my eyes back up, I saw that Rosie had caught me, and she grinned and winked (https://www.furaffinity.net/view/3754372...).
"Morning boss," she called out, and as I walked over asked cheekily, "See anything you like?" She subtly pulled her neckline even a bit further down.
"Just glad to see a hard-working employee," I responded, smiling. Weirdly, I felt like I'd grown a bit more attached to her, even though I hadn't actually wanted the night before to happen.
"Glad to do great work under you," she said, with a slight emphasis on the "under," still grinning. Some things never change; still her flirtatious self, even as our deal was over.
I headed over to my office, and sat down to do some work. Not long after, Rosie messaged me.
Rosie: i have to say last night was 
Matt: haha thanks, it was pretty for me too
Rosie: mmm, your  tastes pretty good
Matt: hey, your head skills were pretty top notch too
Rosie: practice makes perfect 
Rosie: you must've fucked your wife senseless last night
Matt: oh god no, i was so drained haha
Rosie: sucks to be a dude lol
Rosie: i was so turned on i went out to a bar and fucked a guy literally half my age haha
Rosie: btw, something more interesting for you to look at later than my beach photo ;)
And I saw that she'd sent over a movie. From the preview, it was pretty clearly her getting railed by the guy last night. It was funny; now that the ice was broken, it felt almost like we were in a secret club; she'd never told me about her love life before. I guess she was more active than I thought.
Still, I wasn't sure if it was appropriate for me to watch the video. It was pretty forward. But maybe that's just how Rosie is?
Matt: haha, prob shouldn't watch this during the workday
Rosie: mm, wouldn't want to get caught
Rosie: bet it'll go well with some wine later tonight 
And that was pretty much it. The day passed normally, and I ended up staying a bit later than I'd intended to working on some contracts. At about eight, as I was packing up, I heard a knock on my office door. Before I could answer, Rosie opened the door and peered in. I could see her holding two glasses of wine, and a half-empty bottle.
"Still working?" she asked.
"Just finished up," I said.
"I think you might've forgotten something," she said, with a Cheshire cat grin. Okay, this was definitely getting to be a little forward, but I guess she wanted to show off. I opened my laptop back up and smiled a slightly more strained smile, and sat down. She took that as an invitation to sit back in my lap, because... Well, there wasn't anywhere else to sit with a view of the screen, I suppose. And considering what we'd done last night, it wasn't that strange. She passed me one of the wine glasses, and I sipped.
I started playing the video, and started feeling myself actually getting kind of turned on. Rosie was as vocal and enthusiastic in bed as she had been with me. I could tell the video wasn't that long, maybe fifteen minutes, but as I drank the wine I felt myself becoming a bit jealous of her young lover, as little sense as that made. I put my hand on her side, a mostly-innocent gesture, and surprisingly she took her free hand and clasped it in mine, using her arm to prop up her boobs. She ground her soft ass into my crotch again, and I was suddenly surprised to realize I was already at half mast. She had a conspiratorial grin on her face, and kept grinding slightly and slowly as the movie kept playing and as we held hands. Her recorded voice was getting louder and louder, and combined with the stimulation, by the time she climaxed onscreen with a "Fuck me Matt!" — wait, what? — I was solid steel.
She swiveled around in my lap to straddle me, looking in my eyes. "I think you can tell who I was thinking about there," she said, still grinning. "Now, I think we have an ongoing arrangement to commence?"
...Ongoing arrangement?
"Hang on," I interjected. "Last night was a one-time thing." I suddenly felt trapped under her weight. She slid back, briefly freeing me.
"One time?" She raised her eyebrows, looking genuinely surprised. "Last night was in exchange for me keeping quiet about the bikini picture, Matt. There's so much more to keep quiet about now, with the dirty messages you sent me and all the cum I swallowed last night. If I'm giving you more now, don't you think you should give me more?"
I froze. It was the HR play all over again. Even if I tried to deny what happened last night, the message logs confirm that *something* inappropriate happened. As I was blankly contemplating doom, she undid my pants and took out my dick, which was somehow still hard. She smiled and began stroking.
"Now, speaking of giving me something, I think you've got something I want right here. And it seemed like we made a rules exception last night for "top-notch" head?"
She slipped to the floor, stroking with one hand and she freed her breasts from the plunging neckline. She gave one a squeeze and smiled as my dick twitched involuntarily, and leaned in to breathe on it again. A short breath, an extended tongue, one lick, two licks, a loving kiss on the head, and then as she stared up into my eyes... She slowly swallowed the whole thing. Over and over again.
I'd misjudged her. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and knew what she was doing. Even as my head reeled, I realized that her technique was incredible: she felt amazing, and looking down at her mammoth tits and thick black lips I imagined acting out the video we'd just watched. Every part of her felt soft and wet, and I heard her begin fingering her dripping pussy as she saw me beginning to give in.
I poured some more wine out of the bottle and drank deeply, leaning my head back as my sexy zebra secretary gave me the best blowjob of my life. I was well and truly screwed, so I might as well enjoy it.
After a few minutes of aggressive, sloppy, tongue-full, and, in actuality, top-notch head from my half-naked secretary, Rosie disengaged and began to heave herself up, using the armchairs of my chair for support and giving me a long, slow look at her naked breasts as they jiggled and swung with the effort. Once she was upright, she pulled and shimmied out of her dress entirely, giving me another eyeful. Now that she was completely naked except for her panties and standing in front of me, I realized I was about eye-level with the bottom of her massive boobs, and as she smiled darkly and pulled me into them I almost subconsciously latched onto a giant nipple and began sucking. She moaned, and I tried to ignore the fur on the tits I was being pulled into, before realizing that their softness, well, felt kinda nice actually. Like having your face rest on a giant warm, hairy pillow while only coincidentally sucking on enormous tits. She started stroking my dick. I switched nipples, and she pulled my face in harder and moaned.
"Good boy, Matt," she said, "You're so good at doing that."
I wasn't sure about being called a boy, but I guess she was about a decade older than me. Encouraged, I swirled by tongue around her long, pointed nipples.
"Mm," she moaned, "that's not the only place I want your tongue." And she began to pull me down to her wet, lacey panties. "It's only fair that you lick me, since I licked you."
Her smell was stronger, more soothing than my wife's, and lot more pleasant. Slightly reluctant, I began to lick at her panties, and even through the cloth I could tell that the taste was similarly stronger and more appealing than Melissa's.
She backed her large, soft ass up on my desk and sat down on it, stopping stroking me for a moment to pull off her panties. The smell and taste became more soothing, so I suppose I had to do it.
As my tongue ran over her clit and pussy, she became noticeably even wetter; sopping, at this point. She started to stroke me with her wet panties in her hand. "Put your tongue inside me," she said, and I fucked her with my tongue for a moment before returning to her clit. "Your hands too," and I finger-fucked her as she shuddered and moaned against my mouth. She wrapped her legs around my head, forcing me in like a vice, as I licked and sucked. As she writhed and covered me in her juice, she continued to stroke me and I only became harder.
Eventually, she came, her legs forcing me in even deeper and her hand shoving my head down against her hard. She bucked against my face for almost a full thirty seconds, before eventually letting me go. I stood. She kept her legs wide open on my desk, no doubt aware of the view she was giving me.
"Hmm, I guess it's your turn to get off now, isn't it?" she said, almost lazily, but with a glint in her eye.
I looked down at my naked, wet, flat-stomached, lewdly displayed sexy secretary. She ran her tongue over her lips suggestively and spread her thick thighs wider, her landing strip bush emphasizing her puffy red pussy lips even more. I realized something surprising.
I wanted to fuck Rosie   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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