Rachel the Secretary SeXStoRY

Rachel the Secretary It happened at the end of the 90’s. A big sale had gone through, so they had finished up early to celebrate. There were seven of them all together: Rachel herself, the other secretary Louise, Roger the Sales Director, his second in command Marcus and the three Arabs who worked as senior technicians. Roger had insisted they all dress up very smartly and paint the town red with a huge party. He was a f***e of nature that both repelled Debbie and fascinated her: despite a young pregnant wife at home, he approached every woman as fair game and sex appeared to be his central drive. Tanned blonde and good looking with the tongue of a salesman, he’d allegedly bedded Louise already, as well as an assortment of females from neighbouring companies and customers. And then there had been the London Trip nightmare. She’d been naive and stupid and she blamed herself. Roger had taken her to London in his flash Porsche on the pretext of a very important client meeting. It materialised into nothing more than several brandies with an old fiend (insisting she drink too) followed by an expensive dinner and more alcohol. The late night drive home was where he made his move, pulling into a lay bye he turned and grabbed her, sliding a hand up her stockinged thigh. She was stunned, a bit scared and unsure what to do: Roger was her boss and she had a small baby and husband in college to support, she needed this job and the money badly. She also needed to get home to them quickly, it was very late. She met his kisses grudgingly, adrenalin and alcohol flushing her face and chest. She kept pushing his hand away from her panties, but he was persistent, hiking her dress around her buttocks. With a lightning quick move, changing his position, he buried his head between her thighs: licking, biting and pushing his tongue beneath the edge of her panties, tracing her fat, swollen labia. She felt herself flush hard and tingle, her pussy moistened, quickly becoming saturated with her juices. He took advantage of the situation, simultaneously squeezed her nipple and pulled aside her panties and plunged two fingers deep inside her, rimming her vagina and circling her cervix. She let out an involuntary moan and he knew he had her. He kept working her slick, soaking slit, as he undid his trousers, lifted his mouth from her clit and pulled her head down onto his cock. She was lost then, but hoped if she sucked him quickly he’d be happy and let her go and get her home quickly. She was wrong. He had savoured every minute of the two hours he’d spent fucking the prissy little secretaries tight little pussy, with its fat clit and lips in every position imaginable. He’d used every trick in the book on her and even though she was fit, he could tell she was tiring. As he reached for his third orgasm he was pumping her from behind, front seats flat with her head buried in the rear seats. She’d told him she wasn’t on the pill and he’d used condoms, but now he’d teach her a lesson. He sensed her string to come again, she was continuously moaning but it was building. The randy bitch was dripping; she obviously wasn’t getting it at home and had been screaming and coming for the last two hours. He felt her pussy muscles begin to contract and spasm around his cock. Her pussy tightened yet more and he felt his orgasm build. He quickly reached down and held the condom firm as he withdrew from her, pulling his penis out of it and then plunging back into her spasming cunt as he emptied his seed into her unprotected womb. She realised something was wrong as they drove back. Sperm was oozing out of her sore pussy and between her cheeks. He’d pretended not to know where the condom had got to, but when they stopped at a service station she’d fished it out of her come soaked pussy. She slept like a baby that night. *** She’d felt terrible the next day and she’d managed to mostly avoid him in work over the last two weeks. He’d made no mention of it and had been quite distant. She was relieved and hoped he’d just been after the chase and was now bored with her. She desperately needed this job. They’d started drinking at four in the afternoon and she already felt d***k as they headed for the restaurant. She hardly knew the technicians. One was in his late forties and quiet, Samir was in his early sixties, overweight and always lewd and trying to paw her. Jaideeep was in his thirties and a total gentleman, always looking after her, opening doors and making coffee for her..... To be continued...