His Secretary

6

Amelia is once again in her closet, only this time she knew what she was looking for. Something dressy.

Mr. Hastings had knocked off early today and made sure to remind her of their arrangement for tonight. Oh how his wink sent her shivering at Saturday memories. But hey, you know what they say “something good ought to be repeated” . And that’s what they are going to do today, repeat Saturday's mistake.

Yes, mistake, Because she believed only she would get hurt in the end. Not that knowing the ending will stop her, it might have a bad ending for her, but she'll be sure to enjoy it ‘til then.

A black lace underwear.

No bra, she doesn’t need another one teared off of her.

A white short jacket like dress and heels to match. She looked hot, and she knew it.

And dressed just like that she ordered a ride to Mr. Hastings place and then sent him a text of her ETA.

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Christopher was busy setting the table when his door bell rang. She's here, he thought to himself.

He'd set everything up nicely. Cooked the food himself, had the wine ready and a bit of roses on the table. It was something he saw on the internet but it turned more nicely than he'd expected.

He was still in his dress pants and shirt when he went to open the door. Chris stopped before the door and checked if he was alright. His shirt had the first three buttons from the top open, sleeves folded up his hands. The was no food stains on his clothes so he decided that he didn't look so bad and opened the door, after all it was wrong to keep a lady waiting.

“Hey Am—uhm—Amelia”

She's s*x on the legs. That all that came to his mind as he looked at her slowly from her legs, up her thigh to her breasts.

“Mr. Hastings”

“It's dad—Chr —Chris. Please call me Chris. Come on in"

He opened the door wide for to get in. And Jesus her back view did not help him one bit.

FOOD FOOD FOOD

He needs to put the food on the table.

“Take a sit, I'll get the food"

The words barely rushed out of his mouth as he tried to calm himself down and not think of her thighs.

“Food?” questioned Amelia as she leaned on the backside of couch with her back, her front facing Chris.

“And I thought I was the whole meal for tonight" she flicked her hair to one side exposing her neck to him.

“Jesus Lia I'm barely—“

“Or should I get on my knees daddy?”

It wasn't just the words she said, it was how she said them. Like she was trying to be good for him, as if asking his permission to kneel before him. The throbbing little man in his pants helped him decide.

“Would you like that baby doll? Wanna get on your knees for daddy?”

She nodded at his question and threw her purse on the couch.

“On your knees angel"

And on her knees she went. Chris walked to her and stood right in front of her, her straight with his zip pants.

He lazily put his hand on head and softy combed her hair with his hand.

“Do it, unzip it.”

She was full on blushing like she didn't initiate this. Amelia unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. And his c**k sprang free pointing towards her nose. She licked her lips at the mere sight of it.

“I bet it will feel good on your mouth doll"

And that's all it took for her to suck him. He doesn't know how she has so much saliva but damn was she good. One hand was moving along his c**k just as her mouth did, while the other was holding his c**k at the base, unmoving. No teethes or gagging.

But he wanted her to gag, to choke on his c**k. So his hands gathered her hair and held it on one hand while the other balanced her head.

“Be a good girl and hold still” then he started thrusting in her mouth. At first it was soft, like he was testing her limit and then he gradually increased the pace but still not too hard.

“Such a warm little mouth you got there baby doll”

“you're being a good girl, huh. Taking all of me in your mouth like this"

Amelia’s hand moved to his butt, and held them tightly towards her face, as if telling him to go harder.

“Want me to go harder? Faster? Is that it baby doll? Think you can take it?”

She tried to nod her head only to gag at how hard his thrusts became. Christopher f****d her mouth so hard like the aim was to ruin her vocal cords. The hand hold her hair had also gotten tighter.

Tears were streaming down her face, but she didn't look like she wanted him to stop.

When he was about come he pulled out only for Amelia to whine while shaking her head.

“plas—please in m – mouth”

No way

“You want my seed in your mouth?”

She nodded eagerly with her mouth open and who wad he to denied her. So he did it, he poured all his seed in her mouth and she swallowed.

That alone had his c**k getting hard again.

She will be the death of him.

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“Get up baby" he helped her stand up. Chris stepped out of his pants and kicked his shoes off then pulled Amelia onto his lap as he sat down.

“Are you okay baby?” he quietly asked as he cradled her in his arms while soothing her back. Amelia nodded her head looking… embarrassed?

“Hey—Hey baby, none of that now. You're amazing you know that right" he kissed her head and continued to sooth her. He other hand moved to her under pants and started rubbing her, he was not about to let her be.

When she started squirming and moving against his fingers trying to find more friction, he stood up with her in his arms.

“Bedroom. I'm gonna devour you whole.”

Amelia put his hands around his neck for support, showing no resistance at all.

That's it! they have a long night ahead of them.