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Caught Secretary Nears Promotion

By: JRob



Thanks to Robyn for editing and advice.

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I'd known Taylor McFarland for many years, back when she was Taylor Denatalie. I met her in my freshman year at St. Charles when my older brother Bill brought her home to meet my parents. She was cute as a bunny, and the two were inseparable for about a year when she dumped him for Jack O'Leary. 

Bill was heartbroken, but moved on. Taylor and Jack dated for a short time and all of a sudden Taylor left the area to head to her grandmother's house. Apparently Jack and she had done the midnight dance that resulted in her pregnancy. 

Flash forward 20 years. I'd done alright, and was managing a bank loan office in Philadelphia. Married with a kid, two cars, house in the suburbs, things were going as well as could be expected. I still kept up with the Denatalie family, when I was at my parents, sometimes catching Taylor McFarland and her husband John and daughter Victoria. 

Victoria had been born out of wedlock of course, the result of the dance with the O'Leary boy. She became part of the family of Taylor and John a couple years later. A sweetheart of a kid, just like her mother had been. 

All this to lead up to the call I received from Taylor, who mentioned that my mom had said Mrs. Frizzle was retiring and I'd be needing a new secretary. Yes, a secretary. At my company, you had to be a level higher to receive the services of an administrative assistant, so my assistant still had the old fashioned secretary title. 

Now I know one should not mix business with family, but I figured why not? Hire her as a temp, she how she worked out, and go from there. 

Young Victoria showed up for work inquisitive and efficient. She took to the job quickly, especially with her keyboard and spreadsheet skills. It was all business, so don't get the wrong idea. Oh, I'd lust after her sometimes, banging my wife but thinking of Victoria, but it was truly on the up and up. 

The idea was her to work for a few months, maybe into a permanent slot, and then after a year or two go to collage a little older, wiser and with things paid for. 

Our office was on the second floor of the bank branch, a suite of three offices. Most of the time it was a 8:30 to 5:30 day, and Victoria would generally lock up most things and leave right after normal closing time while I would leave a half hour later. The only exception was Wednesday night when, because of a class I was taking to keep up a certification, I'd leave at 5:30 on the button and she'd close up.

All was perfect. Victoria was a good hire. She was efficient, delightful to work with and not bad on the eyes. The job was going well, and I knew I'd be up for a promotion in a year or so. Lovely thoughts, lovely time.

Which brings me to what happened on a cold Wednesday night in January. It was a normal day in all respects until a late day call from my boss kept me on the phone a few minutes late and I had to pack up and get to my class quickly. Saying "night" to my secretary I didn't even go to my car, I jogged down the street three blocks to the class. All was for naught, though, as about a dozen of us sat for 15 minutes waiting. Then we were told the professor was under the weather and class was cancelled. 

I spoke with several classmates for a bit, comparing notes and preparing for our next quiz. We shared a soft drink before I strode back toward the bank building and my car. Once there, I realized I'd left my keys in the office. Hopefully the cleaners were there and I could get into my office Luckily, the employee access to the building was via key card, so getting into the back of the building wasn't a problem. 

From that door one couldn't' get into the bank proper, only the stairway upstairs to the second floor. The cleaners van was outside, so someone could help me I was sure. Striding upstairs, I advanced easily through the second key card entrance, this one requiring a secret code. Again, no problem. 

Looking down the hall, I noticed my office door was slightly ajar. No cleaners were in sight, so I surmised they were inside doing their thing. Not wanting to startle them, I slowly opened the door a couple more inches and snuck my head in for a view.

What a view it was, one I'd only imagined before. Sexy young Victoria was bent over my desk, skirt up, and a guy was behind rutting furiously while she rocked her head, eyes closed, enjoying the pounding from behind. I couldn't believe it. The young girl I'd hired as a favor was taking it firmly like a pro and I had to see more.

The guy had a girl grip on her hips and was working her ass in time with his thrusting. Taking no mercy, he was obviously well on his way to nirvana.

Reaching into my pocket, I turned on my phone camera and began recording the frolicking on my desk. The guy was riding her hard, and her hands dripped the far side of my desk to secure her space while he used her. He was grunting and she was moaning. 

"Hurry, Connor, hurry. The cleaners will be here in minutes," groaned the girl. "Oh it feels good, but hurry...oh fuck me. Cum, you fucker. "

The guy needed nothing further to spur him on. He was already close to orgasm and banged my secretary quicker with a vigor that suggested the ending was imminent. I thought of breaking things up, but then thought, why?

All of a sudden "Connor" was announcing to the world he was making a deposit at the bank, into the hot, wet hole of my secretary. At that point I opened the door and walked into my office, seemingly startled. "What the hell is going on in here?" I roared. 

It was a keystone comedy after that. Connor nearly fell over as he pulled out of my secretary and rose off the back of Victoria. Reaching for his pants, I saw his dick was sheathed in a slimy rubber. That was a good sign. Victoria tried to rise but smacked into Connor and had to stay over the desk for a few seconds. 

"Get your ass out of this building, immediately, young man," I demanded of the boy. "Wait outside for your whore."

He needed no urging, running out of the office while buckling his trousers, scared to no end. He didn't even say goodbye to his girlfriend, he just bolted. I heard the hallway door close and turned my attention to the girl, who was reaching down to pull up her pink panties as demurely as one could in the situation. 

"It's not what it seems, Mr. Roberts..." was her girlish, quiet, voice shaking reply. 

"Oh really? Shut up, Victoria, I'm not stupid. Get your mother on the phone! Because we are going to have a talk about this outrageous behavior. Fucking on my desk. What the hell were you thinking?"

I had no intention of calling her mother, I just wanted to scare the girl. But the more I thought of it, I wanted to teach her a lesson. I couldn't believe the nerve she had in bringing her boyfriend into my office and getting fucked on my desk. I wondered how many times they'd done it. Wondered how many times I'd eaten breakfast on the desk the day after. 

"Mr. Roberts please, please don't call my parents. Please, this will never happen again."

Glaring at the deshelved look appearance of the girl, I asked what she had been thinking. I demanded she tell me all.

"I will be honest. We fool around in the car, after work, but it's not comfortable and it's so cold. I just thought we could come upstairs, we'd have some fun, and be gone in a few minutes," said the girl, almost begging me to let her off. "Really, it was only a few minutes. It's warmer in here, safer too. People aren't around and it's safer."

Glaring at the girl in mock disgust, I asked how long have she had been using my office for her naughty trysts?

"This is the third time. Really. I mean, the first two times were, well, you know, blow jobs. But today Connor wanted to have sex in the worst way and I wanted him and he had a rubber so we did it."

"Was it your first time?"

She had an embarrassed look. "I'm not a virgin, I have been with three guys, but Connor and I have done it only a few times. Tonight was our three month anniversary and I wanted it a little special."

"Well, that it was, you got caught in the act and now you have to pay the price. Here's the deal, young lady, either you call your parents right now and explain yourself, or you get over my knees and get the spanking you deserve."

She looked at me, not knowing what to say. 

We glared at each other before she quietly said, "Don't call my parents. Do what you need to do, but don't call my parents."

Telling her to lock the door, I sat in my desk chair. Watching every step she made, my eyes were riveted on her body as she slowly walked toward me. "Isn't there something else?"

"Get over my knees." 

Victoria went prone over my thighs and I lifted her skirt. Couldn't help myself, and I slipped her panties down and displayed her perfect ass. Caressing it a few seconds, I began spanking her ass. Slowly at first, several strokes, then several harder ones that drew gasps from the girl.

"Ouch! I'll be good, stop."

Her plea didn't work, only spurring me on to precision like swats on her bare ass. I guess I spanked her ass 20 times, give or take, and it was surely red when she arose. 

Asking if she had learned her lesson she nodded yes. The thing is, I remember when I'd been caught in a similar situation. Caught in the act. Only that time the girls' brother kicked my ass the next day. 

That's when I told her she could use the office on Wednesday nights for her rendezvous with her boyfriend, but only if she locked the door and was out before the cleaners came.

She pulled up her panties, dropped down her skirt, and rubbed her behind before thanking me. "I understand, you are the best, Mr. Roberts. Sorry I messed up your desk."

"its okay, Victoria, but I do have a problem here," was my leering reply, pointing toward my midsection.

There was a momentary pause before Victoria smiled. "You are a guy, that's for sure."

"Would you?" She clearly knew what I meant, and pondered the situation. 

"I can use the office Wednesday nights?" She asked if that was okay, and I replied: "of course"

With that the girl slipped down onto her knees and unzipped my pants. She reached inside and pulled out my dick, stroking it while looking up at me. 

"I think he likes me," she cooed before beginning a slow stroking motion with her hand. The girl looked at me while stroking, smiling at how uncomfortable I was. 

I could not help but think that my brother was sucked off by Victoria's mother, and how I was samping the daughter. 

Victoria bent her head forward and began tonguing my dick. She slipped that tongue up and down my now-throbbing cock, pausing at the base and licking down to my balls. The gentle licks filled my dick with sensations seldom felt. 

Moving back, she continued stroking while cooing sweet nothings that just added to the excitement. Then she moved her head forward and took my throbbing dick into her hot, wet, sexy 19-year-old mouth. She clearly was practiced, as her sexy actions were etched into my mind. 

It didn't hurt that I remembered where she had been and what she had been doing several minutes before to say nothing of the thoughts of her pretty red ass. She bobbed her head up and down the tip of my cock while stroking the base in perfect tandem.

I'd like to say I lasted forever, punishing her mouth, but that wouldn't be true, Rather, she whole seen had me crazy, and it wasn't minutes before I exploded into her willing mouth. Watching her intently, I marveled at how she swallowed my load without missing a drop. 

Unlike my wife, who pulls right away after I came, Victoria held the cock in her mouth and I watched as she swallowed by hot sauce. She continued to suck my dick for a bit before backing away and smiling.

"Thanks for being so understanding," was all she said, rising to her feet as I bundled my cock back into my trousers. 

Oh, what a night!

Caught Secretary Nears Promotion Ch. 02



Several have written to ask what happened after that wonderful night when I caught my secretary having sex with her boyfriend right atop my office desk. After kicking out the guy, I spanked Victoria's ass beet red, and convinced her a blow job for my silence would be the proper ending to the night.

Okay, it wasn't proper, but it was fantastic. 

At home that night I worried that young Victoria might blab about what happened, but I really didn't think that would happen. She needed the job, I promised no repercussions and quite frankly she didn't want her mother Taylor to find out. She had too much on the line and while I did too she was the one who was frolicking after hours with a boyfriend her parents didn't exactly like. 

Totally satisfied by Victoria, I wasn't horny when I arrived home but was feeling hot on myself, so I asked my wife Chelsea if she'd give me a blow job. Of course I knew the answer, it's been more than 12 years since her lips worked my cock.

Before we married I'd convinced Chelsea that sucking my cock was something she wanted to do. Quite frankly, nearly every date ended in a toe-curling blow job. She was insatiable...until about a month after our wedding when the blow jobs dwindled to once a month, then on special occasions, and then only when she was totally drunk. 

Go figure. 

So Victoria's mouth magic really affected me, and on nights when I'd whack off, or when Chelsea through screwing was the thing to do, I'd think of the young girls active, awesome mouth.

As it was, at work, we kept things cool. She was the picture of efficiency and I didn't bring up any of the nocturnal activities we'd had when I caught her in the act. It was as if it hadn't happened, yet, her special smiles and casual talking innuendo brought back memories...especially when she'd say something that involved sausage, hot dogs, cylinders or some such works. Because those words would be followed with her eyes slipping down toward my midsection. What a tease. 

As for Wednesday nights, she did thank me after using the office late for some "work" with her boyfriend....with the door locked good and tight. 

The next weekend I couldn't help myself. I purchased some internet surveillance spying great that recorded and transmitted video from my office to my computer, or any computer for that matter, with the proper security keys. It was sort of the same thing as the nanny cams advertised on late night TV. 

Easy to hook up, I watched one Tuesday night when the cleaners were doing their thing. But my real desire was the following night when Victoria and her boyfriend might grace the screen. Needless to say I hurried home from class to see if anything special happened in my office that night. 

Chelsea was talkative when I got home from work and my certification class that Wednesday night, so the anticipation kept building. Heck I was so hot that if my wife had wanted to play under the sheets that would have been perfect. Not the case, though, so she went to take a long bath and I slipped to the basement and locked myself in the kids playroom. 

The first few minutes were anticlimactic, but soon Victoria entered holding a small bag. She soon was taking off her pants, leaving on her tight green sweater. Down came her panties, and I watched as she reached into the bag and brought out a new pair of undies that I swore had an opening at her crotch. Then came a black skirt that ended just above her knees. Finally, she pulled out a pack of thigh high stockings, and slowing worked them onto her legs. 

The stockings were up her thighs, but when Victoria bent over to put everything back into the bag I could see the white skin above the black stockings all the way up to her red panties. An extremely hot view to be sure, a few made hotter when she slowly worked a finger up and down her slit for several seconds. 

She had tidied up before something startled her from behind. Apparently her boyfriend was knocking on the external door of the suite. I could see her leave the office after unhitching the lock to my door, and a minute or so later the twosome reentered and locked my door tight. 

Totally oblivious to the fact they were being watched, the two held a long kiss. All the while through the kiss the guy was holding first her ass, then slipped the skirt up and unveiled the stockings and sexy panties to my view. It appeared they knew they didn't have much time --- the cleaners were in the building I surmised --- so they were locked together making out with hands roving all over each other's bodies. 

Soon the guy held Victoria's shoulders and guided them down, obviously wanting to get his cock sucked by his pretty young secretary girlfriend. She complied, dropping to her knees and unzipping his trousers. But instead of reaching right in for his manhood, she peppered his pants with kissed before holding his cock in his underwear and sucking the fabric with the dick inside. Damn, that was hot.

Watching the two engage in naughty sex was very, very hot for me. I wondered what would happen next. 

This was a girl who was adventurous, who liked being bad while being extremely good. Soon she fished out the cock and began kissing it before ovaling her lips and sucking it into her mouth. She worked the tip with her mouth, grasping the base with her hand. The mouth and hand stroked together, and the guy's head bent back as he closed his eyes to enjoy.

Watching the two of them made me drop my pants to the floor and slowly began stroking my cock. It was better than porno, because this was real and I knew them. I could almost feel her lips, remembering when she had been attached to my cock. 

The guy was getting close, and while I bet he wanted to cum in her mouth he did have some other ideas he wanted to accomplish. Lifting her up, he kissed the girl and then led her toward my desk, playing with her ass under her skimpy skirt the whole way. 

They kissed at my desk before he twirled her around and she slipped down on my desk, grasping the far side with her hands. That left her backside totally open to him, and the guy first slipped her skirt up before slipping his finger into her wet snatch. 

Clearly the panties were crotchless, because he had no problem slipping his finger into her pussy and finger-humping her for at least a minute. The boy slipped on a condom, playing with his cock while moving a free hand back to her pussy. She moved her ass in time to his finger-pushes.

That had to end, though, as he was hot for her and sauntered close behind, rubbing his cock up and down her snatch before finding the hole and slipping right into her slippery wet snatch.

I could see her face, and watched as she cringed a little at the onslaught of her pussy from behind. The guy was clearly in a different, crazy state as he began humping the girl with a fast and furious fervor. In and out he went as my secretary took each and every push with ease. He was fucking her with abandon, moving in and out of her while holding her hips in his hands. It was such an erotica sight, watching them fuck, and I especially liked the fact she was taking it like a pro while letting him use her from behind. 

All the excitement had to build up on him, as he was moving faster and faster while she grasp the side of the desk as hard as she could. His head went back and soon I could see him mouthing the words that he was cumming. The two rocked in tandem for another minute or so before coming down from their mind-blowing sex high. 

Slowly, the boy arose from my secretary, and she merely let go of the desk and let her body go limp. The boy sat back, into my chair, and let out a deep breath. For seconds I thought they might go to sleep, but soon she arose from the prone position and looked back at the guy.

Smiling, she said something, before kneeling down and grasping the rubber and slowly working it down his now shrinking cock. Pulling it off, the guys eyes widened as Victoria lifted the rubber high and let the cum sauce slid down the condom and into her mouth. 

Oh my goodness, I'd only seen that in porno, and Victoria had the move down perfectly. She swallowed the cum, and then held the condom in her mouth for a minute lapping up any leftover residue. Job done, she arose, dropped the condom into her pocketbook, and slipped off the skirt. 

Victoria removed the skimpy panties, wiping her pussy with them, before slipping on her original pair. When the guy wasn't looking, she slipped the crotchless undies into my bottom left drawer, a present for me I suspect. 

She put back on her pants --- maybe the skirt would have been a little too much to arrive home in --- and tidied up a little while the guy dressed. The two kissed for a minutes before leaving the office for the cleaners to arrive. 

I watched the hole video again, and drained my cock when she sucked off the condom. Heading upstairs and off to sleep, I couldn't wait for the following morning when I would speak with my secretary about her "accidentally" leaving panties in my office drawer.