The Horny Secretary's Late-Night Overtime Sex Story

The Horny Secretary's Late-Night Overtime Sex Story I'm Ece, 28, a fiery secretary. My boss, Ahmet Bey, a 45-year-old married man, drives me wild with his massive cock. While his wife waits at home, I prefer staying late with him in the office. That night, we worked late again. The office was empty, everyone gone. I leaned against his desk, my white blouse revealing my nipple outlines, my tight skirt hugging my ass. "Ahmet Bey, shall we finish the files? Or… do you want something else?" I said, my voice dripping with lust, eyes locked on his crotch. In my mind, I thought, I’ll make this man cheat on his wife; he’s going to fuck my pussy. Ahmet’s eyes darkened. “Ece, make coffee,” he said, voice shaky. I smirked, turning to the kitchen, swaying my hips for him to see. In the kitchen, I stood by the coffee machine, then turned. “Coffee, or do you want my hot pussy?” I whispered, my hand slipping under my skirt, teasing my pussy. It was already wet, my thong soaked. Ahmet approached, grabbing my waist. My ass pressed against his cock, already hard. “You slut, you wanted this, didn’t you?” he growled, hands squeezing my tits hard. I moaned, “Yes, boss, I’m crazy for your huge cock. If your wife knew…” I giggled, thinking, Cheat on her, be mine. We started kissing, wild and sloppy, our tongues dancing, saliva mixing. My hand went to his pants, unzipping them, pulling out his cock. “God, it’s so big and thick,” I murmured, stroking it. His veiny cock, swollen head dripping precum. My pussy throbbed, craving him inside. Ahmet tore open my blouse, my big, pink-nippled, milky-white tits spilling out. He leaned down, sucking one hard, biting the nipple. I moaned, “Oh, suck it, boss, bite my nipple!” He kneaded the other, pinching the tip. My pussy ached with pleasure, juices flowing. My hand kept stroking his cock, up and down, fast and slow. “Your cock’s so hard, I want it inside me,” I begged. Ahmet pushed me against the counter, lifting my skirt. He pulled my thong aside, seeing my shaved, pink-lipped, dripping pussy. His fingers slid inside, wet and warm. “Your pussy’s soaked, slut,” he said, moving them in and out. I spread my legs, “Finger me, deeper!” I moaned. He added two fingers, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I trembled, “Oh, yes, my clit’s burning!” My swollen clit sparked with every touch. Then I knelt, taking his cock in my mouth. I sucked the head, licking the slit, then deep-throated it. Ahmet grabbed my hair, pushing, “Suck it, slut, swallow my cock!” I gagged, saliva dripping down his shaft. I bobbed my head, stroking his balls. They were full, swollen. “Your balls are loaded, cum inside me,” I mumbled, mouth full. Saliva dripped down my chin, but I kept sucking, licking. Ahmet couldn’t hold back. He lifted me, sat me on the counter. I spread my legs, my pussy exposed. He rubbed his cock against my lips, wetting the head, then slid in slow. “Oh, your pussy’s so tight,” he groaned. My pussy gripped him, hot and slick. He sped up, thrusting deep, my tits bouncing. “Fuck me hard, boss, ruin my pussy!” I screamed. He grabbed my hips, pounding, his cock filling me each time. My juices dripped down his shaft, onto the counter. I felt his veiny cock hitting my cervix with every thrust. We switched positions. I lay face-down on the counter, ass up. Ahmet approached from behind, rubbing his cock on my pussy, then thrusting in. “Your ass is gorgeous, but I’ll fuck your pussy first,” he said. He pounded from behind, rubbing my clit. I moaned, “Harder, your cock’s hitting my cervix!” He pulled my hair, dominating me. The office echoed with wet slapping sounds. I was lost in pleasure, thinking, My pussy’s better than his wife’s; he deserves this. Then I begged, “Fuck my ass now.” Ahmet was surprised but excited. “Slut, is your ass tight?” he asked. I smiled, “Yes, but ready for you.” He wet his cock with my pussy juices, pressing it against my asshole. He pushed slowly, the head entering. I moaned in pain, “Slow, but keep going!” He slid in, my tight ass gripping him. Fully inside, he paused, then started pumping. “Your ass is on fire, slut,” he growled. I rubbed my pussy, “Both holes, ohh!” My clit throbbed as I fingered myself, pleasure doubling. His balls slapped my pussy with each thrust. Our sweat mixed, the office reeking of sex. I trembled, “I’m cumming, my pussy’s clenching!” My orgasm hit, body shaking, juices squirting onto the counter. Ahmet came too, unloading deep in my ass, hot cum filling me. “Take it, slut, filled with my cum!” he roared. Cum overflowed, dripping down my thighs, warm and sticky. We collapsed, breathless. But I wasn’t done. I sat him in a chair, straddling him. His cock was semi-hard; I stroked it, sucked it, making it rock-hard again. My saliva coated it as I sucked the head. Then I sat on it, riding him, my tits slapping his face. “Bounce, slut, eat my cock with your pussy!” he ordered. I sped up, my ass slapping, rubbing my clit. His finger slipped into my ass, and I moaned, “Finger my ass, fuck me everywhere!” It felt like double penetration—cock in my pussy, finger in my ass. I came again, juices flowing. He lifted me, laid me on the desk, legs on his shoulders. He thrust deep, hitting my cervix. “My pussy’s burning, I feel your cock’s veins!” I screamed. He pinched my nipples, “Your nipples hurt, but it’s good,” I moaned. He went longer this time, both of us sweaty. “I’m gonna cum, where do you want it?” he asked. “My mouth, I’ll swallow your cum!” I said. He pulled out, shoved his cock in my mouth. I sucked, stroked, and he exploded, hot cum shooting down my throat. I swallowed, “Delicious, my boss’s cum,” I grinned. It was salty, thick, sliding down. But we weren’t done. I leaned against the wall, one leg up. Ahmet fucked me standing, pounding my pussy. I clawed his back, leaving marks. “Scratch me, slut,” he groaned. Our sweat dripped, the office steaming. I came again, my pussy pulsing around his cock. Then we went to a 69. He licked my pussy, sucking my clit, fingering me. I sucked his cock, licking his balls. “Your pussy tastes like honey,” he mumbled. “Your cock’s salty, I love it,” I replied. My juices coated his face, my saliva his cock. He lifted me, fucked me against the wall, bouncing me on his cock. “Being fucked in your arms is amazing,” I moaned. He sat on the desk, me riding him, tits bouncing, him sucking them. I rubbed my clit, nearing a fourth orgasm. We went back to the desk, me face-down, him fucking my ass harder. “Stretch my ass, boss,” I begged. He pounded, fingering my pussy. I came, my ass clenching his cock. He came inside, cum spilling out, down my legs. Exhausted, we collapsed. “I’ll never forget this night; cheating on your wife was so hot,” I said. Ahmet felt a pang of guilt, but my naked body reignited him. “This won’t be the last,” he whispered. The office stank of sex, files scattered. His wife might be sleeping at home, but I’d won—his cock was hard for me now.