Caminah Smuts 2

Sexy Secretary

Camila stared at the mountain of paperwork that was sitting on her desk. She still couldn't believe that there was this many left for her to do in just a matter of two days. Two days, for God's sake! And to make matters worse, her cock had appeared again today. Her first day was usually the worst, and where she was the horniest. Her secretary wasn't helping, either. She groaned and banged her head against the desk, wondering why on earth her cock had decided to appear today, of all days.

"Miss Camila?"

Camila looked up and saw the object of her fantasies – her secretary, Dinah Jane Hansen, wearing a black blazer with a white dress shirt underneath and a sinfully short, black pencil skirt that barely hid her impossibly smooth and gorgeous legs. She felt her cock twitch at the sexy sight in front of her and mentally cursed herself. Every time it was cock week, she had to do her very best to restrain herself from jumping Dinah and just fucking her into the desk.

Dammit, stop thinking dirty thoughts about your secretary! Camila scolded herself as she felt her cock harden further.

She didn't realize that she was staring at Dinah for too long until the blonde cleared her throat, a blush adorning her cheeks. Fuck it, Dinah was just so adorable. She straightened her thoughts out to the best of her ability and smiled at Dinah.

"I told you to just call me Camila, Dinah," Camila told the blonde with a smile.

"I- okay, Camila," Dinah blushed and looked down. Camila grinned and leaned forward as she hid her raging erection from the blonde. She really loved it when Dinah said her name; it sounded so beautiful and musical coming from her mouth.

"Is there anything you need?" Camila asked casually, as though she wasn't popping a boner for her gorgeous secretary.

"I- uh, I was just wondering if I could help out with your paperwork. You seem to have a lot," Dinah furrowed her eyebrows as her gaze landed on the very thick pile of papers that rested on top of Camila's desk.

Camila couldn't help but smile at Dinah's offer. Dinah was just so sweet and nice that she offered to help Camila out on multiple occasions. Sadly, she had to deny the help this time because she was sure that Dinah was going to see the bulge in her pants and freak out. And she couldn't have that.

"No, it's fine. I'll do this by myself," Camila said reassuringly.

"Okay," Dinah bit her lip. "I'll just be outside if you need any help later."

Camila nodded, "Thank you, Dinah."

The blonde smiled and walked out of Camila's office, shutting the door behind her. Camila heaved a sigh of relief as soon as the door closed. She leaned back against her chair and unzipped her pants, pushing her boxers aside as she let her cock spring free. She knew that what she was doing was wrong — masturbating to the thought of her secretary that was no more than a few meters away from her. But she couldn't help it. She was too horny and she would only be able to focus once she's done taking care of herself.

She gently stroked her cock and moaned lowly as she imagined Dinah stripping right in front of her. She was sure that Dinah's breasts would be perfect, just right for her hands to squeeze and suck on. Then there was that mouth. Oh God, what glorious things Dinah's mouth could do to her cock. She threw her head back and let out a guttural moan as she imagined Dinah down on her knees and fervently sucking on her dick. She pumped faster, small gasps and whimpers escaping her lips as she thought of Dinah sucking off her thick meat.

"Oh- oh fuck, Dinah..." she moaned as she thought of fucking Dinah's face. She could see the lewd look on Dinah's face as she bucked her hips and fucked into her hand, biting her lip to keep from moaning too loud. "Mmm, suck that cock..."