My Secretary's Jeweled Plugged Pussy

Victor's corner office overlooked the city skyline, the late morning light cutting across his wide mahogany desk where quarterly reports lay half-reviewed. At thirty-two he ran the division with a clipped efficiency that left little room for distraction, yet the one exception was already seated outside his door. Elise, twenty-six, his secretary, had arrived in a fitted navy dress that skimmed her tall, athletic frame and stopped just above the knee. Beneath it she wore the pale blue lace set he had bought her last week, the bra cups barely containing her perky B-cup breasts, the matching panties already damp from the way she had spent the first hour of the morning shifting in her chair. The jeweled plug nestled deep in her ass—sapphire this week, cool and constant—because he refused to look at that part of her or touch it, and she accepted the rule without question, grateful for every other liberty he granted. She preferred the day this way: a fresh load of his cum sealed inside her pussy, warming her while she typed and answered calls, the plug keeping everything locked where he wanted it. Every time she crossed her legs or leaned forward to hand him a file the sensation pulsed through her, a private throb that made her nipples tighten against the lace and her breath catch. He knew. He watched the way her thighs pressed together when she thought no one noticed, and the knowledge sat between them like unfinished business, delicious and unfinished until he decided the moment had arrived.

She entered without knocking, the door clicking shut behind her, a slim folder of dictation notes in one hand. The navy fabric of her dress pulled taut across her hips as she walked, and the faint outline of the lace panties showed when the light hit just right. Her blue eyes met his, already glassy with want. "You asked for the revised projections, sir," she said, voice low, and set the folder on the desk. Her nipples were visibly hard, two tight points straining the dress and the lace beneath it. She did not wait for permission. She sank to her knees between his chair and the desk, the carpet soft under her, and looked up with an open, hungry expression. "I've been thinking about your cock since I sat down this morning," she confessed, the words tumbling out eager and unashamed. "I can still taste last night's load. I need more. Please let me have it."

Victor leaned back, unzipped, and freed himself. She took him in one smooth motion, lips sealing around the head, then sliding all the way down until her nose pressed into the trimmed hair at his base. No gag, no spit spilling over her chin, just the tight, wet heat of her throat working him in long, practiced strokes. She moaned around him, the vibration traveling straight up his shaft, and her hips rocked uselessly against nothing. The orgasm hit her fast—deepthroating alone was enough—and she shuddered, thighs clamping, a muffled cry vibrating harder as she came, eyes fluttering shut while she kept sucking, never breaking rhythm, never making a mess. He threaded his fingers into her blonde hair and praised her in a rough murmur. "Good girl. Swallow every inch. Come on my cock just like that." The words pushed her into a second smaller peak; she whimpered and took him deeper, throat fluttering, until both of them were shaking with the need to do more.

He pulled her off with a wet pop, stood, and turned her so she faced the desk. "Bend over." She obeyed at once, palms flat on the polished wood, ass lifted, the navy dress riding up as he shoved it to her waist. The pale blue lace panties were soaked through; he hooked them aside rather than removing them, exposing the slick, swollen lips of her pussy and the jeweled base of the plug gleaming between her cheeks. He did not touch the plug. He lined himself up and drove into her cunt in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt in the tight, dripping heat that had been waiting for him all morning. Elise cried out, the sound sharp and grateful, and came almost immediately, her inner walls clenching and rippling around his cock in desperate pulses. "Yes—fuck, I love your dick—don't stop—" she gasped, pushing back to meet every stroke.

He fucked her hard, the desk creaking under the force, papers sliding. Each thrust shoved her forward and dragged a fresh orgasm out of her; she lost count after the fourth, voice breaking into ragged sobs of pleasure as she came again and again on the thick length she adored. Her super-sensitive breasts swung with the motion. He reached around, yanked the dress and bra down just enough to free them, and pinched both nipples hard between thumb and forefinger. The sensation shot straight to her clit. She screamed and climaxed so violently her knees buckled, only his grip on her hip and the desk keeping her upright. He bent lower, sucked one tight peak into his mouth, tongue flicking, teeth grazing, while his cock continued to pound her soaked pussy. Another orgasm tore through her, then another, her juices running down her thighs and soaking the lace he had shoved aside. "Please—fill me—I want to sit with it all afternoon," she begged, voice wrecked.

He drove deep one last time and came, thick ropes of cum flooding her already spasming cunt, pulse after pulse until she was overflowing around him. She moaned at the heat of it, clenching to keep every drop inside. When he pulled out, a heavy strand clung to her lips before dripping; she reached back instinctively but he stopped her. "Clean me." She dropped to her knees again without hesitation, took his still-hard cock into her mouth, and licked and sucked every trace of their mixed fluids from the shaft and head. The taste of his cum—her favorite—sent her over the edge once more. She deepthroated him through the orgasm, throat working, swallowing what she gathered, moaning around him until she had licked him spotless and her own aftershocks had faded to trembling.

Elise rose on shaky legs, tugged the lace panties back into place so they pressed the fresh load deeper, and smoothed the navy dress down over her hips. The jeweled plug shifted with the movement, a constant reminder, while Victor's cum sat warm and heavy inside her pussy, already beginning to seep in slow, filthy trickles she would feel every time she crossed her legs at her desk. She smiled, satisfied and already hungry, gathered the folder, and walked out to her chair, the wet lace clinging, her thighs slick, ready to take whatever he decided to give her next—another thick load pumped straight into her greedy cunt the moment he crooked a finger.