Sexretary’s Steamy Office Initiation 🔥

The Interview Unravels 🔥

Abby’s heart pounded like a drum in her chest as her fingers delved deeper into Kate’s warmth. The air in the boardroom hung thick with the scent of arousal—musky and sweet, mingling with the faint trace of John’s cologne that still lingered from his release. She could taste the saltiness on her tongue from moments before, a reminder of how far she’d already gone. Kate’s breath hitched, hot against Abby’s neck, as she whispered, “Fuck, don’t stop now. Show me what you’ve got.”

Abby’s hand moved with a tentative rhythm at first, circling that swollen nub, feeling it pulse under her touch like a secret heartbeat. Kate’s hips bucked slightly, grinding against Abby’s palm, the lace of her panties now soaked through, clinging wetly to her skin. The sound of their breathing filled the room—ragged, urgent—punctuated by the soft slick noise of fingers exploring forbidden territory. Abby pulled back from the kiss, her lips swollen and tingling, to watch Kate’s face contort in pleasure. Those dark eyes locked onto hers, wild and demanding.

“You’re a natural,” Kate murmured, her voice husky, laced with a teasing edge. “But I want more. Get on your knees for me, like you did for him.” Abby hesitated for a split second, the cool hardwood floor pressing into her skin as she sank down. The taste of anticipation flooded her mouth, dry and electric. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Kate’s panties, sliding them down slowly, inch by inch, revealing the neatly trimmed patch of dark hair, then the glistening folds beneath. The aroma hit her full force—earthy, intoxicating, pulling her in like a magnet.

John watched from his chair, his cock twitching back to life in his pants, but he stayed silent, letting the women take the stage. Abby leaned in, her breath ghosting over Kate’s inner thighs, causing goosebumps to ripple across that smooth skin. She parted Kate’s legs wider, the table creaking under the shift, and pressed her mouth forward. The first lick was tentative, flat-tongued and broad, savoring the tangy essence that coated her lips. Kate groaned, low and guttural, her hands fisting in Abby’s ponytail, guiding her deeper.

“Yes, right there—suck on my clit, you dirty little applicant,” Kate commanded, her words crude and breathless. Abby obeyed, drawing the sensitive pearl between her lips, flicking it with her tongue in quick, relentless strokes. The flavor exploded on her taste buds—salty-sweet, addictive—and she hummed against it, the vibration making Kate’s thighs quiver around her ears. Hands roamed now, Kate’s fingers digging into Abby’s scalp, pulling her closer until Abby’s nose buried in the soft curls, inhaling deeply as she lapped hungrily.

It didn’t take long. Kate’s body tensed, her moans escalating into sharp cries—“Oh shit, I’m coming, don’t you fucking dare stop!”—and then she shattered, flooding Abby’s mouth with her release. Abby swallowed it down, the warmth spreading through her like liquid fire, her own pussy aching, untouched and dripping onto the floor beneath her. As Kate slumped back, panting, John cleared his throat. “Impressive. You’re hired, Abby. Welcome to the team.”

Abby rose, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a sly smile creeping across her face. The room spun slightly from the adrenaline, but she felt alive, buzzing. This job? It was going to be anything but ordinary.

First Day Filings and Desires

Monday morning came too soon, the alarm blaring like a rude awakening from a fever dream. Abby slipped into a crisp white blouse that hugged her curves just right, the fabric whispering against her skin as she buttoned it up. Paired with a pencil skirt that ended mid-thigh—professional yet teasing—she felt the thrill of the unknown bubbling in her veins. The commute blurred by in a haze of coffee bitterness on her tongue and the distant hum of city traffic, but her mind replayed the interview on loop: the taste of John’s cum, the slick heat of Kate’s core.

The office building loomed familiar now, its glass facade reflecting the morning sun like a promise of heat. At reception, the same wide-eyed woman from before handed her a badge. “Elevator to the fifth floor. John’s waiting.” Abby nodded, her heels clicking sharply on the marble as she rode up, the enclosed space amplifying the scent of her own perfume—vanilla and spice—mixing with nervous sweat.

John greeted her in the open-plan office, his smile wolfish, eyes raking over her body. “Glad you made it. Desk’s over there, next to mine. We’ll ease you in.” The space buzzed with activity: phones ringing softly, keyboards clacking, the undercurrent of hushed conversations. But Abby caught the glances—subtle, appraising—from the men and women milling about. Her workstation was sleek, a computer humming to life under her fingers, but the real initiation came at lunch.

“Sexretary duties start now,” John said casually, leaning over her shoulder as she filed digital reports. His breath was warm on her ear, carrying a hint of mint. “Follow me to the break room.” Abby’s pulse quickened, the chair scraping as she stood. The break room was empty, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, the air cool and sterile until John locked the door.

“On your knees again?” he teased, unzipping his slacks. But this time, it was different—daylight streaming through blinds, the risk of interruption heightening every sense. Abby dropped down, the carpet rough against her knees, and took him in her mouth without preamble. He was harder than before, throbbing against her tongue as she swirled it around the head, tasting the faint salt of pre-cum. “Fuck, you’re eager,” John groaned, his hands threading through her hair, not guiding but holding on for dear life.

She bobbed deeper, gagging slightly on his length, the wet sounds echoing obscenely in the small space. Her hands gripped his thighs, feeling the muscle tense under her palms, the fabric of his pants rough. He thrust shallowly, whispering filth: “Suck it like you mean it, Abby. Show the office what a good little slut you are.” The words sent a jolt straight to her core, her panties growing damp as she hollowed her cheeks, urging him on.

Minutes blurred into a frenzy of slurps and moans until he pulled out, stroking himself furiously. “Open wide.” Hot spurts painted her tongue, thick and bitter, dripping down her chin as she swallowed what she could. He zipped up, smirking. “Good girl. Back to work.” Abby stood on shaky legs, the taste lingering, a secret badge of her new role. The afternoon dragged with emails and schedules, but every glance from John promised more.

As the clock ticked toward five, Kate sauntered by, her hips swaying. “Meeting in the conference room. You’re coming.” Abby’s stomach flipped—another test?

Dive into the Boardroom Heat

Boardroom Bargains 💋

The conference room smelled of fresh coffee and polished wood, the long table gleaming under soft lights. Five executives waited—three men, two women—all sharp-suited, eyes gleaming with anticipation. John introduced her: “Meet Abby, our new sexretary. She’s here to… facilitate.” Laughter rippled, low and knowing, as Abby took her seat at the end, her skin prickling under their stares.

The meeting started mundane—sales figures droned on, charts flickering on a screen—but tension built like a storm. Midway, one exec, a burly guy named Mark with a gravelly voice, leaned back. “I could use some motivation here. Abby, care to help?” She glanced at John, who nodded subtly. Rising, she approached, the air thick with the scent of aftershave and leather chairs.

Mark’s lap was firm under her as she straddled him, the chair creaking. His hands roamed her blouse, popping buttons to expose her lace bra, thumbs circling her nipples until they peaked hard. “These tits are perfect,” he muttered, voice rough. Abby ground against the bulge in his pants, feeling it strain, the friction sending sparks through her clit. She leaned in, kissing him sloppily, tasting coffee on his tongue, his stubble scraping her chin.

The room watched, murmurs rising. Kate, across the table, licked her lips. “Don’t hog her, Mark.” But he didn’t stop, yanking Abby’s skirt up, fingers plunging into her wetness. “So fucking soaked already,” he growled, pumping roughly, the squelch audible. Abby moaned into his mouth, her body arching, the cool air kissing her exposed skin contrasting the heat building inside.

He flipped her onto the table, papers scattering like confetti, and shoved her panties aside. His cock—thick, veined—thrust in without warning, stretching her deliciously. The slap of skin on skin filled the room, rhythmic and primal, mixed with Abby’s cries: “Harder, fuck me harder!” He obliged, pounding deep, his balls slapping her ass, the table rocking beneath them.

Others joined. A woman named Lisa, blonde and fierce, climbed up, straddling Abby’s face. “Eat me out while he rails you.” Abby’s tongue delved into Lisa’s folds, tangy and slick, inhaling her musky scent as she lapped eagerly. Lisa ground down, smothering her, moans vibrating through the air. Hands everywhere—groping, pinching—senses overwhelmed: the burn in her thighs, the salty sweat on her skin, the cacophony of grunts and gasps.

Mark came first, flooding her with hot jets, pulling out to let it drip down her thighs. Lisa followed, shuddering on Abby’s mouth, her juices coating Abby’s chin. The men took turns after, cocks sliding in and out, mouths on her breasts, until she lost count, her orgasms crashing like waves—intense, blinding, leaving her trembling and spent on the table.

The meeting wrapped with satisfied sighs. “Best quarterly review yet,” John quipped. Abby, disheveled and glowing, knew this was just the beginning.

After Hours Unleashed

After Hours Inferno

Quitting time came, but the office didn’t empty. Lights dimmed to a sultry glow, the hum of fluorescents fading to whispers. Abby lingered at her desk, fingers flying over keys, but John appeared with a bottle of whiskey. “Overtime perks,” he said, pouring amber liquid that burned smooth down her throat, warming her from the inside out.

Kate joined, her dress hugging curves that begged to be touched. “Let’s celebrate your first week.” They led Abby to the executive lounge—a plush space with leather sofas, the air scented with aged wood and faint cigar smoke. Doors locked, clothes shed in a frenzy. Abby’s blouse hit the floor first, followed by Kate’s dress pooling like silk rain.

John poured more drinks, but hands wandered instead. Kate’s lips found Abby’s neck, sucking marks that would bruise sweetly by morning, her teeth grazing skin that tasted of salt and desire. “You’ve been teasing me all day,” Kate breathed, fingers tracing Abby’s spine, dipping lower to cup her ass. Abby shivered, the whiskey buzzing in her blood, heightening every touch.

They tumbled onto the sofa, a tangle of limbs. John knelt between Abby’s legs, his mouth hot and insistent, tongue delving into her folds with expert flicks. The wet sounds mingled with her moans, the leather sticking to her back as she writhed. “Taste so good, like honey and sin,” he murmured against her, the vibration pushing her closer to the edge.

Kate straddled Abby’s chest, lowering her pussy onto waiting lips. “Suck me dry, baby.” Abby did, tongue plunging deep, savoring the creamy essence as Kate rocked, her breasts bouncing hypnotically. Hands explored—John’s fingers joining his tongue, curling inside Abby to hit that spot that made stars burst behind her eyes. The room echoed with their symphony: slurps, gasps, the creak of sofa springs.

Positions shifted fluidly. Abby on all fours, John slamming into her from behind, his hips snapping with bruising force. “Take it, you office whore,” he grunted, each thrust jolting her forward into Kate’s waiting core. Kate’s hands pinched Abby’s nipples, twisting until pain blurred into ecstasy. Sweat slicked their bodies, the air heavy with sex—pungent, primal.

Orgasms chained together: Abby first, clenching around John’s cock, screaming into Kate’s thighs. Kate next, grinding hard as she came, flooding Abby’s mouth. John pulled out, painting their joined bodies with ropes of cum, hot and sticky. They collapsed in a heap, breaths mingling, skin cooling in the afterglow. “Best hire ever,” Kate whispered, kissing Abby softly.

But the night wasn’t over. More colleagues trickled in, drawn by the moans, turning the lounge into a den of debauchery.

The Team’s Wild Initiation

Climax in the Corner Office

Word spread like wildfire through the after-hours haze, and soon the lounge swelled with bodies—six, seven, all shedding inhibitions with their clothes. Abby, still buzzing from the whiskey and releases, found herself the center of a whirlwind. The air thickened with the cocktail of perfumes, sweat, and cum, a heady fog that made her head spin.

A new face, Tom—tall, tattooed, with a cock that curved wickedly—pulled her to a low ottoman. “Heard you’re the new toy. Let’s break you in proper.” He positioned her on hands and knees, the plush fabric soft against her palms, and entered her slowly at first, letting her feel every inch stretch her walls. The burn was exquisite, building to a fullness that made her whimper. “Tight little pussy, gripping me like a vice,” he growled, thrusting deeper, the slap of his hips against her ass resounding.

Behind him, Lisa from the meeting lubed up a strap-on, her eyes gleaming. “My turn to fuck you raw.” She slid in alongside Tom, double-penetrating Abby in a rhythm that had her seeing double—full, overwhelmed, the dual friction igniting nerves she didn’t know existed. Pain twisted with pleasure, her cries muffled as Kate shoved fingers into her mouth. “Suck them like the slut you are,” Kate demanded, the taste of her own juices on the digits salty and familiar.

The group encircled them, cocks stroked, pussies fingered, waiting their turn. Hands roamed freely—pinching, slapping, caressing—skin alive with sensation: the sting of a spank on her ass, the cool drip of lube down her crack, the hot breath of mouths on her neck. Moans layered into a chorus, crude dialogues spicing the air. “Look at her take it—fucking greedy hole,” one man laughed, jerking off onto her back, warm splatters marking her like territory.

Abby lost herself in the onslaught, orgasms ripping through her in waves—first from the double fuck, her body convulsing, squirting messily onto the ottoman. Then another as a woman with piercings ground her clit against Abby’s thigh, coming with a shuddering yell. John orchestrated it all, his voice cutting through: “She’s ours now. Use her good.”

Hours blurred, bodies swapping in a haze of flesh and fluid. Abby’s throat raw from screams and swallows, her pussy throbbing, ass sore from exploratory fingers and more. The tastes blended—cum, pussy, sweat—on her tongue, in her nose, coating her skin. By dawn, exhausted and sated, the group dispersed, leaving Abby sprawled, a smile on her cum-streaked face.

John helped her up, wrapping her in his jacket. “You fit right in. Welcome to the family.” As she dressed, the office quiet once more, Abby realized this chaotic bliss was her new normal—filings by day, filthy ecstasy by night. And damn, she wouldn’t trade it.

Back to the Beginning

The end of her first month brought a promotion whisper, but that’s another story in the sexretary chronicles—where desires run unchecked and pleasures know no bounds.