Chapter 21 Vignette 20
The sophisticated modern office was a testament to the young man's success who looked to be in his early forties.
The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a stunning view of the bright city skyline, and the polished chrome accents gleamed in the soft light.
He was a man accustomed to being in control, and his narrow jawline only reinforced that impression.
As he scanned the schedule in front of him, his expression darkened. He leaned forward and punched some digits on the telephone.
Immediately, a feminine voice came through, "Receptionist on the line, sir,"
"Get my secretary, immediately!" he barked into the intercom, his voice reverberated through the walls of the office
A few minutes later, a knock was heard on the door and it swung open.
The secretary was a tan skinned lady with an hourglass figure. Her skin color was perfectly matched with the navy blue suit and her brst jiggled beneath her white camisole as she rushed in, "Yes, Mr Manuel?" Her innocent, tender voice spoke.
What is the meaning of this, Rachel?" he demanded, waving the schedule in the air. "I explicitly requested no scheduling conflicts, yet you've booked me for an interview at the same time as the date I planned with my wife. It's our anniversary and I absolutely cannot reschedule!"
Rachel trembled. "I-I apologize, sir, I'll see what I can do to fix it."
"Fix it?" he repeated, his voice rising. "You'd better fix it. I don't pay you to make mistakes."
"Sure sir," Rachel turned to leave but her hand on the door knob froze when she heard Mr. Manuel's sharp voice.
"Stop there, Rachel!"
Rachel slowly turned around, her face a mask of fear.
Mr. Manuel stood up from his office seat and the leather chair swiveled. He walked slowly to his secretary, and she melted in fear, taking steps backwards.
"You sexy btch, always making mistakes!" Mr Manuel spat, coming even closer.
"Si…Sir…I'm...sorry, it won't ha…" Mr. Manuel's fingers grazing her skin ceased her words.
His face was only a few inches from hers and Rachel continued to move backwards until she was leaning on the door. "It won't happen again? No, Rachel, not this time." Mr. Manuel's breath on her skin sent shivers down her spine as he spoke.
His eyes went down to her chest and he used one hand to open her camisole, looking inside.
"How can a lady with such stunning features be brainless?"
Rachel tried to cover her body but her boss's hold was firm, "Sir, I'll do what's possible to fix the schedule conflict but please, let me go now." she begged, her hands shaky.
Mr. Manuel reached the door behind her and whined the lock. The clicking sound of the lock sounded like a death knell to Rachel, and sweat began trickling down her face.
Mr Manuel pulled down the camisole and Rachel's big brst poured out. He took the two brsts in both hands, his eyes never leaving hers.
Then he squeezed it like a squishy toy, "I employed a beautiful secretary who has no brains,"
He squeezed it again, "she's got huge tts but still, no brains."
Rachel's eyes were tightly closed, her rumpled face was an evidence to how uncomfortable she felt.
Without warning, he spun her around. Her back faced him and her body pressed on the door. Rachel gasped as her boss's hand moved her hair to one side. He kissed her neck, whispering, "It's high time I thought you a lesson, Rachel,"
Mr. Manuel lifted Rachel's skirt. He pulled down her pant, letting it slide down her legs to the floor. Without hesitating, he loosened his belt and took out his shaft.
He gave it a few strokes with his hand before he shoved it in his secretary's psy, abruptly slamming his dk inside her. He held her hips as he thrusted in and out.
Rachel's cheek was plastered on the door, her eyes were shut as she gasped. Her boss's dk inside her was beginning to cause her pleasure. She cupped her hand to her mouth in an attempt to suppress the moans that threatened to escape her lips.
But impulsively, Rachel found herself moaning.
Mr. Manuel held her neck with one hand and spanked her as with the other, "This is a punishment, not a sex routine, you aren't supposed to moan." He said, his thrusts going faster.
But didn't have control of her moan. She kept on moaning and her boss continued to spank her.
His grip on her neck tightened and he thrusted in with full force, his balls loudly slapped her as. He did it repeatedly while Rachel screamed.
He held her mouth in his hand to silence her, so that the other workers wouldn't get a cue on what was happening. Just then, his cm erupted and he pulled out of her, allowing it to spill on the floor.
After his cm came off completely, he returned his gaze to his secretary who was still plastered on the door. She looked like she was scared to move.
Mr. Manuel moved closer to her, his dk pressed against her as as his words went straight into her ear, "Sweet ashole, you can leave now." He said, and inched away from her
Immediately, Rachael bent low to pick up her pant. Her psy became very exposed and visible that when Mr. Manuel caught sight of it, his shaft started getting erect again. His testosterone exploded as he stared at it, drawing closer. Before Rachel could realize, Mr. Manuel's dk was inside her again, fcking her roughly.
He held her hips with a tight grip as he banged her. The office walls echoed the sound of Mr. Manuel's balls slapping on Rachel's as, as well as her loud moans.
For the second time, Mr. Manuel achieved a sweet orgasm with the help of his own secretary.
He returned the satisfied shaft back to its resting place and let Rachel dress up. As she was about to leave, he spanked her as and said,
"Fix the schedule clash immediately, Btch!"