It'd been nearly 4 years. 4 years since she'd taken the job as a secretary, handling the boss's affairs, and sitting at the front desk looking pretty. 4 years since the tall, handsome billionaire had taken her beneath his wing, and hired her.
4 years had gone by so fast.. Her phone rung, and she picked it up, holding the receiver to her ear. "Thneed Inc, how may I help you?" She greeted politely. "Would you mind running by my office? I've got some errands for you," The Onceler requested. "Of course, sir, be there right away," she answered, and placed the phone back down.
Her heels clicked against tile, at a fast, steady pace as she walked to her boss's office. Her dress draped over her curves, cascading in green ripples across her body. Her entire uniform was the same, monotone green that matched the rest of her boss's estate. She'd always thought it to be a lovely color. Knock knock
"Come in! Shut the door behind you," he called.
She walked into the office, shutting the comically large door behind her as she did so. Her boss sat in front of her, staring deep into her eyes, with a devilish smirk on his lips. A delicate pink creeped onto her cheeks, but she approached the desk. "You needed me?" She asked.
He nodded, and pushed his chair out to stand, straightening his tie as he did so. "I've got a problem. One I was hoping you could fix for me. Entirely optional, of course." He explained. She couldn't help her eyes wandering down his frame, taking in every inch of his skin, covered in green satin. Until her eyes snagged on the tent in his trousers, and suddenly she knew why he needed her.
"Well, I suppose you understand what I'm asking?" He questioned, noticing the heat filling his secretary's expression. Without a doubt, she'd thought of him in this way, imagined how smooth his skin might feel beneath her fingertips, or the sounds of his moans as she pleasured him. Maybe this was her opportunity.
She came to his desk, slowly, with a purpose in her step. Gingerly, she reached out, and pressed her palm against the bulge of his erection. He hissed a bit, putting a gloved hand onto the desk. "Do w-whatever you want," he stuttered. Her lips stretched over her teeth in a satisfied smile, and she pushed him backwards, until he was seated once again. "This alright, boss?" She asked. The Onceler gave her a nod, as she dropped to her knees before him, hooking her fingers in the elastic of his waistband, and beginning to tug them down.
The Onceler stared down upon her, with wide, shocked eyes as she freed his erection. Her lips wrapped around the trunk of his tree, and took his length into her mouth. Gloved hands pushed through her hair, forcing himself further down her throat. The Onceler bucked his hips, until he was hilted in her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, focusing on giving her boss pleasure.
The Onceler tilted his head back, letting off a shaking breath. He removed his glasses, set them on the desk, and began undressing his upper half. First his gloves, his hat, his tie, his coat.. Then he began to unbutton his shirt when his secretary pulled away, and stopped him. Her nimble fingers eagerly pulled each button apart, revealing her boss' toned chest and stomach.
She stood up, stepped back and smiled at her boss. He sat back in his chair, dishevelled, flustered, and half undressed. What a sight to behold. The secretary began to slip out of the work uniform, pulling on the green fabric until it slid off her skin, and onto the floor. It left her in her underclothes, a soft blue brassiere, and matching lacy underwear. She stepped out of her heels, and made her way back to the Onceler.
His hands touched her skin, feeling along her body, tracing every sinew of muscle, every curve and dip of her figure. She let him do as he pleased, as she sat herself down upon his desk, with her legs parted slightly. Her core burned with desire, and her boss couldn't help but notice the dark patch of moisture in her panties. He stood up, and brought his lips to hers.
Without hesitation she returned his kiss. She ran her fingers through his dark locks, and brought his hips to her own by wrapping her legs around his waist. She'd waited 4 long years for this. She'd waited long enough to have the man of her dreams. She wasn't leaving without becoming his.
The Oncelers hands slid down her skin, and held the hem of her soaked panties. She lifted her hips to help him remove the garment. Soon enough, it joined the floor with the rest of her clothing. His eyes wandered to her legs, and then between them. He held her legs in his hands, and spread them, kneeling down and kissing her inner thigh.
She was like the most beautiful of Truffula trees, the most delicate of flowers. He took no hesitation in pushing forward and plunging his tongue into her. He felt the slick heat of arousal on his tongue, and heard her exasperated moans above him. Her fingers ran through his hair, and balled into fists, gripping onto him. His tongue wasn't enough, however.
The secretary mumbled beneath her breath, and he backed away. "What was that?" He asked. "You.. Can go a little further," she repeated. Her voice was soft, just above a whisper, laced with heated arousal. The Onceler stood up, and lined his hips to hers.
"Is this what you want?" He asked. His hands traced the smooth skin of her thighs, feeling the heat of her skin beneath his fingers. She nodded.
With a shaky breath, the Onceler prodded against her. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she used the heels of her feet to bring him in closer. In one, tantalizingly hot moment they were connected. Two souls merged in a mess of sweating, flustered bodies, hearts and legs intertwined.
Slowly, he began to move his hips. He pulled back, and pushed in. The secretary beneath him cried out, as his long log sent rippling waves of pleasure through her body. He made her legs tremble with every thrust, made her stomach flutter with each moan, and grunt. His hands held her soft hips still while he used her body to his will.
The Onceler stood before her, his thin frame silhouetted by the bright lights above them. The light highlighted his features, brought out the dark color of his hair, illuminated the blue grey ocean of his eyes. His mouth hung open slightly, moans and soft praises tumbling freely past his lips.
He was as beautiful as the trees he ruthlessly exploited. Each long, nimble limb another branch, from his arms to the branch that made him a man. His body set hers aflame. His hips picked up the pace, roughly pounding into hers.
Curses left her lips, as her boss used her body for his pleasure. She peered up into the Oncelers orbs, and flashed a weak, breathless smile. He returned the grin, and roughened his movements, making her cry out. Her stomach tightened and she gripped his hands. "P-Please.. Don't stop-" she stammered.
He brought his hand to her face, gripping her chin and forcing her to look up at him. "Why? Are you close?" He asked.
She nodded, and he smirked, slamming into her.
Stars dotted her vision, her world went white, and her body tightened. Each of her muscles tensed and flexed as she came, her voice raised to a high pitched squeal. His name left her lips.
The Onceler kept going, faster, deeper, until his own body warned him of upcoming release. He gave one, final hard thrust before releasing inside her. Her legs trembled and shook, falling limply to the desk. The Onceler took a deep, shuddering breath, before he sat back in his chair. She, on the other hand, laid back against the desk.
"That was.."
"Wonderful," the secretary finished. He simply nodded in agreement, with a weak smile. He brought the woman into his lap, wrapping her in his arms. "I should ask you for help more often, hm?"
