Red-Haired Secretary's Surprise Strap-On Affair

Beatrice stepped into the quiet executive wing just after five, her flaming red hair loose now that the last client had gone. At twenty-eight she moved with the easy confidence of a woman who had chosen this job herself; other firms had offered her roles, and she had picked Carmen’s office because the work interested her and because the woman across the desk made her pulse jump. Carmen, forty-two, Director of Human Resources, had recruited her openly, saying during the final interview that she fancied the combination of sharp mind and striking looks and wanted Beatrice as her personal secretary if Beatrice wanted the post. Beatrice had said yes on the spot, adding with a shy smile that the feeling was mutual and that nothing about the attraction would be tied to whether she kept the job. Both of them had laughed, the air already warm between them.

Orientation had been a slow burn of glances and careful words. Carmen’s hand had brushed Beatrice’s wrist while explaining the filing system; Beatrice had not pulled away. When Carmen murmured that the red of her hair against milky-white skin was distracting in the best way, Beatrice had answered, voice low, that she liked being looked at by her. They had agreed, right there in the bright conference room, that once the building emptied they would see what the spark wanted. No one else remained on the floor now. Carmen locked the outer door, turned, and met Beatrice’s eyes.

“Still eager?” Carmen asked.

“Yes,” Beatrice said at once. “I want this. Do you?”

“I do.” Carmen’s smile was hungry and sure. “Come to my suite. We’ll have a welcome glass of sparkling water and talk about exactly what we both want. Nothing happens unless you say so, and you can stop me any second.”

Beatrice followed, heart loud, already wet between her thighs and hard beneath her skirt.

The private suite smelled of leather and citrus. Carmen poured two tumblers of chilled sparkling water and set them aside untouched. She stepped close, giving Beatrice every chance to move. Beatrice rose onto her toes and kissed her first, soft then deeper, tongues sliding. Carmen’s hands settled on the curve of Beatrice’s waist, thumbs stroking, and Beatrice moaned into her mouth, pressing closer so Carmen could feel the small, rigid shape trapped in her panties.

“May I undress you?” Carmen asked against her lips.

“Please. I want your hands on me.”

Buttons opened. The blouse slipped free, revealing pale skin and full breasts that spilled into Carmen’s palms. Beatrice arched, nipples tightening under gentle pinches she had asked for with a whispered “harder.” Carmen knelt, kissing down the soft belly, and hooked her fingers in the waistband. Beatrice lifted her hips, eager. The skirt and panties came down together.

Carmen froze, breath catching. Instead of the slick folds she had expected, a small, flushed cock stood hard against Beatrice’s milky thigh, neat and pretty, already leaking at the tip. For a heartbeat the room held still.

“Oh,” Carmen said, wonder in her voice. She looked up. “You have a cock.”

Beatrice’s cheeks burned, but she did not cover herself. “Yes. Small. I should have said sooner. If you want to stop—”

“I don’t want to stop.” Carmen’s fingers hovered, asking. “I want you. This doesn’t change how much I fancy you. Tell me what you need.”

“I need you to keep going,” Beatrice said, voice steady and bright with want. “Touch me. And I brought nothing, but if you have toys… I want to fuck you too. Large ones. I want us to use them on each other. Is that all right?”

Carmen’s eyes darkened with fresh heat. “More than all right. I have two thick strap-ons in the drawer. We’ll use them only if you still want that after I taste you.”

“I want it now,” Beatrice answered. “But taste me first. Please.”

Carmen leaned in and licked a slow stripe up the underside of the small cock, then took the head into her mouth, sucking gently while her free hand cupped Beatrice’s ass. Beatrice gasped, fingers threading into Carmen’s dark hair, hips rocking in tiny, grateful thrusts. “Yes—just like that. Your mouth feels perfect.” Carmen worked her with lips and tongue until Beatrice was trembling, then pulled back, chin wet, and stood to kiss her again so Beatrice could taste herself.

“Drawer,” Carmen said. “Choose which one fucks you first.”

Beatrice opened it with shaking hands and lifted the larger of the two black silicone cocks, thick as her wrist, heavy and realistic. “This one in me. Then I’ll wear the other for you.” She met Carmen’s gaze. “I want you to pound my ass while you stroke my dick. Hard. And I want to hear you tell me how good I look taking it. Then I want to bend you over that desk and fuck your pussy until you come on my strap. Say yes if you want every part of that.”

“Yes,” Carmen said, already stepping out of her own skirt and panties, her cunt glistening. “Every part. Harness me.”

They worked together, laughing breathlessly as Beatrice buckled the wide leather harness around Carmen’s hips and seated the thick dildo so it jutted proudly. Carmen slicked it with lube from the same drawer, coating every ridge while Beatrice watched, stroking her own small cock in slow pulls. Beatrice bent over the arm of the leather couch first, presenting her ass, then changed her mind.

“Missionary,” she said. “I want to see your face when you push in. I want to watch you realize how much I love it.”

Carmen guided her onto the wide cushions, spreading Beatrice’s thighs. She pressed the broad head against the tight ring of muscle and waited. “Ready?”

“Yes. Fuck me.”

The stretch burned sweet and huge. Carmen sank in inch by inch, one hand braced beside Beatrice’s head, the other wrapped firmly around the small cock and pumping in time with each careful thrust. Beatrice’s milky skin flushed pink from chest to cheeks; her red hair spilled across the cushion. She moaned openly, legs hooking around Carmen’s waist to pull her deeper.

“More,” she begged. “All the way. Stroke me faster—I’m so hard for you.”

Carmen bottomed out, the harness kissing Beatrice’s ass, and began to move in long, rolling strokes that rocked the whole couch. Every thrust dragged across that deep spot inside; every pull on her cock sent sparks up her spine. Beatrice clutched Carmen’s shoulders, nails biting, and cried out encouragement. “God, you’re so deep. Don’t stop. I can take it. I want it harder.”

Carmen gave it to her, hips snapping, the wet sound of lube and skin filling the suite. She leaned down to suck a nipple, then the other, never losing rhythm, her fist gliding slick over Beatrice’s cock until precome coated her fingers. Beatrice’s thighs shook. “I’m close already—fuck, Carmen, your cock feels enormous.”

“Not yet,” Carmen growled, delighted. “Turn over. I want you on your knees so I can really pound this pretty ass while I jerk you.”

They shifted without separating for long. Beatrice knelt on the couch, chest down, ass high, the thick strap still buried inside her. Carmen gripped her hip with one hand and reached under to fist her cock with the other, then drove forward in short, brutal thrusts that slapped skin to skin. Beatrice wailed into the cushion, pushing back to meet every stroke, her small cock throbbing in Carmen’s grip.

“Yes—just like that—ruin me,” she gasped. “Stroke it, please, I’m going to come if you keep—”

Carmen slowed just enough to edge her, then sped up again, pounding deep while her thumb smeared precome over the sensitive head. Beatrice’s whole body locked; she came with a broken shout, spilling hot stripes across Carmen’s fingers and the leather beneath her, ass clenching hard around the invading cock. Carmen fucked her through it, gentling only when Beatrice whimpered that it was too much and perfect and please don’t pull out yet.

They stayed joined a moment, breathing hard, Carmen kissing the sweat-damp line of Beatrice’s spine. “Your turn,” Carmen said softly. “If you still want it.”

“I want it more,” Beatrice answered, voice wrecked and shining. She eased off the strap with a shudder, turned, and kissed Carmen filthy and grateful. Together they unbuckled the harness. Beatrice stepped into the second one—the matching thick length—and cinched it tight so the base pressed sweetly against her own spent cock. She slicked the toy generously, then looked at the broad desk.

“Bend over it,” she said. “Spread your legs. I want to watch my cock disappear into your cunt. Tell me if anything is too much.”

Carmen obeyed at once, palms flat on the polished wood, back arched, ass presented. Her pussy was swollen and dripping. Beatrice lined up and pushed the broad head inside, watching the lips stretch around it. Carmen moaned, low and long. “Yes. Deeper. I want all of it.”

Beatrice sank in until the harness met Carmen’s ass, then drew back and thrust again, finding a rhythm that made the desk creak. She reached around to rub Carmen’s clit in tight circles while she fucked her, the large strap plunging steadily. Carmen pushed back, meeting every stroke, her voice rising.

“Harder—Beatrice, fuck me harder. You feel so thick. Don’t stop rubbing—right there—”

Beatrice gave her what she asked for, hips snapping, the wet slap of their bodies loud in the quiet suite. Sweat ran down her pale back; her red hair stuck to her neck. She leaned over Carmen, one hand still working her clit, the other gripping a hip, and drove deep, grinding so the base mashed against Carmen’s ass. Carmen came first, cunt pulsing around the silicone, a sharp cry tearing out of her as she soaked the strap and Beatrice’s fingers. Beatrice kept thrusting through the spasms, chasing her own second peak from the pressure on her cock and the sight of Carmen shaking apart beneath her. When Carmen gasped “again, please, I’m still coming,” Beatrice fucked her harder, until her own thighs trembled and she ground in deep, moaning Carmen’s name as aftershocks rolled through both of them.

They collapsed together over the desk, panting, the strap still buried. Carmen turned her head and kissed Beatrice’s wrist. “Stay inside a minute. I like feeling you there.”

“I like being there,” Beatrice whispered. “We can do this whenever we both want. After hours. No one else has to know unless we decide. I want it to be regular.”

“So do I,” Carmen said. “Every night you’re willing. I’ll keep the drawer stocked.”

They eased apart at last. In the small bathroom Carmen ran warm water, soaked soft cloths, and they cleaned each other with slow, tender strokes—between thighs, along the crease of ass, over sensitive cocks and swollen lips—murmuring praise and soft laughter. They kissed between passes of the cloth, unhurried, tasting salt and satisfaction. Dressed again, hair smoothed, they stood close in the doorway of the suite, hands linked.

“Same time tomorrow?” Carmen asked.

“Yes,” Beatrice said, squeezing her fingers. “I’ll be thinking about your cunt all day.”

Carmen smiled, fierce and fond. “And I’ll be thinking about how perfectly that little cock fits in my fist while I fuck you open.”

They walked out together into the empty corridor, already planning the next position, the next toy, the next shared gasp.

Neither of them would ever sit at that desk again without feeling the ghost of the other’s body yielding and demanding more.