Chapter 1: Introduction
Lola sat in a state-of-the-art chair, swiveling gently as she watched Emma walk into the office. Lola's eyes swept from the blonde's perfectly formed swan neck down to her mature figure that many boys would cum just thinking about, especially the busty rack on her chest.
Lola greedily licked her lips, as if she could already taste the forbidden fruit—her new secretary.
"Please, Ms. Taylor, have a seat," Lola commanded with an outstretched hand. A moment of hesitation, and Emma settled on the leather sofa across from Lola—ever-so-slightly angled toward her.
Clearing her throat, Lola began the interview process, "Now, Ms. Taylor, I see that you have perfect entries in your resume. I commend you for the impeccable demeanor. However, I must say, the position you are applying for is not a common one," Lola said while staring at Emma's luscious lips, imagining the pleasure they would bring her as she remembered her other lovers. "Thus, I have asked to you to come for a direct interview instead of going through a typical hiring process," Lola smirked, looking at the innocent and slightly overwhelmed expression on Emma's face.
"Ms. Johnson, I'm here for the position of a secretary, and I assure you, I can handle any responsibilities you throw at me," Emma declared, lifting her chin with determination. Lola noticed that her face turned a slight shade of red, revealing a hint of shyness. That would make the chase all the more enjoyable.
Lola leaned forward in her chair, her eyes bored into Emma's soul.
"Good," she said, giving a crooked smile. "Now, I will get straight to the point: You shall get to work as my secretary, effective immediately. But there's a catch," Lola said, her eyebrow quirking upwards. She began to unbutton her blouse, slowly exposing her perfectly-chiseled caramel-skinned chest.
"Ms. Johnson, what on earth are you doing?" Emma asked, her eyes the size of saucers. She tried to look away but couldn't tear her gaze from Lola's captivating, firm figure.
Lola chuckled. "Oh, sweetheart. I'm cutting to the heart of the matter." And with one final flick of her fingers, she revealed her full majesty. She was, indeed, a beautifully crafted specimen.
But what caught Emma's eyes most was the magnificent phallus nestled between Lola's thighs. It was larger than any she'd ever had the pleasure of seeing, certainly larger than her husband's, and she found her breath hitching at the intriguing idea of experiencing it intimately.
Lola's expression turned playful. She stood, letting her blouse fall from her shoulders, leaving her in only lingerie and stockings, her behemoth dick straining at the lace material of her panties that was custom made for her. She took a step closer to Emma.
"Ms. Taylor, I want you to know that this job comes with some... unique expectations," she purred, her voice now a low, seductive hum. Lola's graceful fingers found their way to the edge of her underwear and slowly tugged them down, revealing the glorious erection she possessed.
Emma's gaze was fixed on thediction in front of her. "What kind of expectations?" she asked, unable to look away, her own breath becoming shallow.
"You either leave now and speak not a single word about what happened in this room with anyone, as detailed in the paper you signed before coming here. Or," Lola paused for dramatization, "you stay and become my secretary, allowing me to fuck that tight pussy of yours in any way I see fit in this very office."
Emma's wide eyes darted from Lola's hoisted-up dick to her face, her face flushed with a messy mix of fear, shame, and intrigue. After a moment, she hesitantly stood up, moving closer to Lola, her reasoning momentarily casting aside. She cautiously glanced at the door, weighing her options.
Lola began circling around Emma, watching her every reaction with keen eyes.
"Well, Ms. Taylor, do you accept my terms, or do I need to bring a new batch of applicants?" Lola asked, her voice now dripping with greed.
After a long paused, Emma spoke up in a hushed voice, "Fine, I'll stay. I'll take the job." Emma started undressing herself as she continued. "Just tell me what to do now."
If this had been any other situation, Emma would have left this place and never come back. But her husband had just been fired from a job, and the bills kept piling up. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
Lola smirked at Emma's reaction. There were good reasons why she had chosen Emma among many others for interviewing. One, the married woman's figure was mouth-watering for Lola who loved fucking MILFs. Two, Emma's financial position could be exploited - after all, money was one of the primary driving factors behind this new indiscretion.
Lola's eyes were wholly devouring Emma's body the whole time she undressed, her tongue playfully danced along the tip of her upper teeth at the thought of burying herself in the woman's pussy.
But no, not yet.
The foreplay was only getting started - and it was what Lola adored most.
"Emma, darling," Lola drawled as her new secretary slipped out of her work blouse, revealing a red lace bra that effortlessly encapsulated her busty rack and large nipples. "You have exquisite taste, I must admit."
Emma paused, as though surprised at the compliment.
She hesitated for only the slightest moment before continuing to undress, now sitting on the sofa as she removed her pants, revealing matching red lace thongs. "I only bought this outfit for the interview," she admitted, her voice soft and sheepish.
Lola couldn't help the way her eyes widened at the sight of Emma's perfect body, so carefully hidden beneath the stuffy corporate attire. She moved closer to her prey, her eyes hungry and greedy. "Well, I must commend you. Your choice of attire says a lot about you, Ms. Taylor. I do enjoy a woman who's not afraid to dress up for an interview," Lola said, her voice dripping with filth.
Lola's gaze lingered on Emma's lingerie for what felt like an eternity, drinking in the sight of her firm curves and the glistening wetness that had already begun to form between her legs. Lola couldn't resist any longer—she stepped even closer to Emma, spreading the latter's thighs apart as she knelt, smelling the growing arousal of the new secretary.
"You're already soaked, sweet Emma," Lola said, her dirty-caramel skin contrasting with Emma's paleness, her eyes taking in the secretary's dripping pussy. She leaned in, blowing gently on Emma's clit, causing the woman to gasp and instinctively jerk back.
"M-Ms. Johnson!" Emma exclaimed, looking at her new boss with wide eyes. It was already too late; Lola couldn't control herself.
She had to taste Emma, taste everything. She desired to know how she would react, to feel the trembles that passed through her body. Lola's tongue darted out, swiping the secretary's clit, greedily lapping up the arousal exuding from Emma's core.
Emma hissed as Lola captured her clit, tugging at it with her lips. The feeling of Lola's tongue on her was indescribable, as if she had never truly felt pleasure until now.
She threw her head back, her body trembling from the masterful manipulations of Lola's lips and tongue. She was physically incapable of processing what was happening but found herself craving for more, gasping and moaning incoherent bliss. Lola's grip on her hips kept her from squirming away, while the other hand found its way to the folds of Emma's core, two fingers plunging inside, thrusting in and out in a demanding rhythm.
For Emma, even though she hadn't got the main dish that was Lola's cock yet, she was feeling something that she had never experienced throughout her whole marriage life. Her husband was a more conservative type of a person, so she had never had a chance of being eaten out before, and the sensation was foreign, albeit extremely exciting to her. Closing her eyes, she surrendered herself to Lola, allowing her body to sway with every deep thrust of her fingers.
As Lola tasted Emma for the first time, she groaned, parting her lips wider to motion her tongue inside the new secretary. A recently found treasure. She sucked hard on Emma's clit, swirling her tongue around the sensitive area before moving down lower to lap at the secretary's juices that dripped down her thighs.
Her fingers worked in and out of Emma, as she hooked them, finding that sweet spot deep within her that sent shockwaves through her body. With each flick of Lola's tongue, Emma moaned louder, her back arching from the sofa in pure ecstasy.
"Seems like you are well-lubed for me. Good girl." Lola murmured against Emma's clit, lapping up her affectionately.
After drinking the leaked juice from Emma's core, Lola stood up and ordered.
"Get on your hands and knees, sweetheart. I want to see that perfect ass of yours."
Emma hesitated for a moment but ultimately listened to her boss, her ebony skin a stark contrast against the red lingerie clinging to her body. Lola admired the view with pure hunger, her eyes greedily sweeping over every inch of Emma's curves.
Lola gripped Emma's hips, pulling her closer, needing to feel her body against hers. She lined up her cock against Emma's slick entrance, her toes curling in anticipation.
"Are you ready, Emma?" Lola asked, her voice husky with desire.
Emma nodded, shivering in anticipation. Her body felt like it was on fire, pulsating with a yearning she couldn't explain.
"Yes, I want you," she replied, looking back over her shoulder.
Lola didn't waste another second. She thrust forward, filling Emma completely, causing them both to cry out in pleasure.
Lola, reveling in the warmth and feel of her secretary tightening around her, began moving at a steady and deliberate pace, bottoming out every single time and drawing a ragged groan from deep within Emma.
"Fuck, Lola!" Emma swore, her hands clawing at the plush sofa. She didn't quite know what to do with herself, only knowing she wanted more of the incredible feeling of fullness and Lola's subsequent thrusts. Her body was not her own, and she incapable of controlling her reactions.
Even though she loved her husband, Emma couldn’t deny that the feeling of Lola's cock inside her pussy surpassed everything she'd ever experienced. It had stretched her further than anyone before, its girth rubbing against everything inside her while Lola filled her more than she thought possible. Her pussy strained to accommodate the magnificent beast, but as she grew accustomed to Lola's massive size, she only craved more.
With her free hand, Lola reached forward, caressing Emma's body while whispering filthy promises of what was to come next. Her fingers found Emma's clit, already wet and swollen from such exquisite treatment.
Lola flicked and teased her secretary, while her other hand gripped Emma's hip, controlling the pace of their lovemaking. With each forceful thrust, a deep moan escaped Lola's lips, and Emma gasped for air.
Their bodies slapped together, setting a sinful rhythm that echoed through the office. Emma begged for more, her desires finally freed after years of being shackled by her marriage vows. And Lola, she reveled in fulfilling those naughty desires, pushing Emma closer and closer to the brink with every pump.
Emma felt something deep within her was about to snap, the growing tightness spiraling through her abdomen.
Her vision blurred, and her hands gripped the sofa even tighter as Lola's thrusts increased in intensity.
"Fuck, Lola, I-I'm close!" Emma cried out, barely recognizing her voice. It sounded hoarse and raw, a plea towards the woman drilling her from behind.
Lola reveled in the sensation, feeling her own orgasm hanging on the edge, threatening to spill.
"That's right, come for me, you filthy little secretary," Lola demanded with every ounce of power in her voice. It reflected her inner beast unleashed, hungry for satisfaction. Her ramming movements intensified, and Emma responded accordingly.
Writhing and moaning on the sofa, Emma neared her climax. Lola gripped her secretary's hair, jerking her head back and making her eyes roll back in ecstasy. Emma's pussy walls tightened around Lola's dick, the inner walls quivering in delight, squeezing the woman even harder as Emma reached her peak. Ecstasy consumed Emma as the orgasm rushed through her veins, and she screamed Lola's name with every ounce of strength left in her body.
"Lola! Yes! Fuck!" Emma cried out, burying her face into the sofa, every nerve ending on fire as Lola continued thrusting her hips.
The brown-skinned boss was close as well, her breaths growing sharper and slower by the second. She swooped in to capture Emma's lips, the kiss sloppy and demanding as their orgasms reached their peaks.
A strangled scream escaped Emma, shuddering beneath Lola as her body froze, toes curling and eyes squeezed tightly shut as the rippling pleasure crashed over her — wave after wave. Lola's orgasm followed, slamming into her, and with a rumbling groan, she emptied herself into Emma. Her cock pulsed and twitched, shooting hot jets of cum into the depths of her secretary.
Lola's face nuzzled into Emma's neck, her breaths slowly returning to normal. Emma mirrored her, panting heavily, still unbelieving of what had just occurred.
With her body pressed on top of Emma, Lola reached the latter's front from behind and
tugged the cups of Emma's red lace bra down, unleashing her ample breasts, heavy and ripe for Lola's liking.
"You have such beautiful tits, my dear secretary," Lola praised, squeezing her secretary's bosoms, butterflying her fingers over the sensitive skin, making Emma gasp and wiggle beneath her.
Lola caught Emma's large pink nipples and gave them a soft pinch that evoked a throaty gurgle from the Secretary. She kept playing with those nubs sensually as Emma released moans one after another.
The feeling of caressing Emma's luscious bosom and her moans had revitalized Lola's cock, which was still lodged inside the blonde secretary. It had surprised Emma that Lola's member, despite being flaccid, was still considerably big. But now that it became hardened again, she realized that it was mind-boggling.
'How did I even fit all of that inside me?' She wondered, still reeling from the sheer size and girth of Lola's dick. Lola had continued to play with Emma's nipples, twisting and pinching them in a slow and sensual rhythm that sent a shiver down her spine.
Emma felt Lola's throbbing cock twitch inside of her, as if it were responding to the touch of her chest. Lola couldn't stop playing with the sensitive nubs, one of her favorite pastime when she wasn't in a mood for penetration.
Emma's moans grew louder with each tug and roll of her nipples.
"Fuck, Lola! What the hell are you doing to me? I've never felt anything like this," Emma breathed huskily, still struggling to catch her breath. "But I don't think I can take much more of it."
Lola bit down experimentally on the back of Emma's neck, causing the latter to yelp in surprise.
"Oh, god, Lola! Stop, please... You're gonna kill me!" Emma pleaded in a hoarse, muffled scream, twisting her head to face her dominant boss. She couldn't help but give into the intense pleasure coursing through her veins.
Lola stopped the fondling of Emma's breasts as she straightened her back and grabbed the new secretary's hips again. Without warning, she thrust into her hard, making the blonde scream once more. With long, deep strokes, Lola filled her secretary fully, awakening her body to a new flame.
Emma couldn't help but push back to meet Lola's thrusts. She was entrapped by this powerful, dominant woman, and soon started craving for more. Her white skin contrasted significantly with her boss' brown one, creating a deeply sensual scene as the latter thrust into the former.
With such great pleasure, Emma's mind began to drift away from the thoughts of her husband and their financial state. She focused on the sensation of Lola's impressive cock thrusting in and out of her. Lola's free hand played with her pert breasts, squeezing them gently while twisting her nipples. It almost felt as if the executive had more than two hands, given how she expertly touched and groped her secretary.
Emma moaned louder, pushing herself toward Lola as the executive's savage thrusts became even more intense. Such erotic sensations bouncing between her thighs made Emma's eyes roll back in delirium.
She was now on the point of no return once again, hurtling towards yet another, far more intense, tsunami of carnal desire. Lola didn't let up her relentless barrage of primal lust as she hammered away into Emma, forcing her secretary to choke back the screams bubbling in her throat.
Lola's member plundered the depths of Emma’s being, fucking her clean through to the brink of oblivion.
And when Emma reached the bottom of that oblivion, she screamed once more, her eyes rolling back in rapture.
It took Lola a few moments to realize that she, too, was at her endpoint. She gripped Emma's hips tighter, unable to control the surge of ecstasy that wracked her body. Grunting, she drove into her trembling secretary as deeply as she could, her cock throbbing, the pleasure so intense it was like drowning.
Then, the crest of their orgasms crashed into them, burning every thought and feeling into a high that left them dizzy.
Lola buried her face into the crook of Emma's neck as spurt after spurt of cum pumped into her, stream after stream coating the inner walls of her secretary's dripping pussy. Emma's whole body shook and trembled, quaking with each fresh burst of ecstasy that splintered apart everything she thought she knew about sex, her body curling with each spasm that seemed to jolt every nerve ending. She could feel every spurt of Lola's cum coating her insides in a way she never had, could never have experienced with her husband of fifteen years.
Lola's orgasm was even stronger than last time. Her body convulsed with aftershocks that seemed to go on forever, riding Emma like the waves of an ocean. She stayed buried within her secretary, their spent bodies still entwined together.
Lola's own cum was now beginning to slowly leak from Emma's pussy and drip down her thighs, coating Emma's inner legs in their wild, secret lover's embrace.
Finally spent, Lola pulled back, her softened dick gliding out of its tight confines with a wet sound. She sat back on the sofa, cradling Emma against her, wiping sweat-drenched strands of hair from her forehead.
Lola smirked, her eyes shining with supreme satisfaction.
"You are going to be a fantastic secretary," she murmured in Emma's ear, her fingers tracing idle circles on Emma's bare arms.
Emma shivered at Lola's touch, still breathing heavily from their intense lovemaking.
"But I am serious when I say that I expect this behavior from you if you are to continue working for me."
Emma nodded silently, her brain still foggy from the earth-shattering orgasms she'd just experienced. Working for Lola Johnson meant that she had been accepted into an exclusive club, and she couldn't let her boss down after such a wild welcome.
Lola brought Emma's breasts to her mouth and sucked the nipples, savoring whatever remained after her orgasm. She nibbled on them gently, causing Emma to squirm. Her mouth captured the sensitive tips, teasing the nubs in her mouth while her tongue swirled and pressed.
"God, Lola," Emma moaned, arching her back as the boss continued her assault. Her body began to react again, the feeling of Lola's warm mouth and the scraping of teeth sensitizing her neglected breasts.
The chocolate-skinned boss released the nub in her mouth with a pop and smirked.
"From now on, you should also expect to be played with like this even if I am not fucking you." Lola murmured, teasing Emma's nipples with her fingertips, grazing and pinching them in alternating patterns. Lola's mouth trailed kisses up Emma's neck before claiming her lips in a long, languid, lip-bruising kiss, seeking entry into her mouth.
Once their tongues met, Emma could not help but moan. Lola was a dancing flame, seducing her to dance along with her. She did not know what bound them to each other, whether it was lust, or something deeper, but she knew she was consumed by it.
Emma had always thought she knew herself, her desires and boundaries, but Lola had opened a new world to her, one she'd only ever dreamed of.
Lola finally let go of Emma's breasts, which she had plans to continue playing with in the days to come. She stood up from the sofa and began cleaning up after herself.
Lola had always believed in enjoying the moment but also in leaving things as they were. Order and control were what kept her businesses afloat, and she certainly was not going to let a carnal act disrupt the balance. She wiped up the remnants of their love-making from her desk, careful to avoid leaving any incriminating stains.
Once she had cleaned up as best she could, Lola began dressing herself once again. She shot glances toward Emma, watching as the other woman pant and shiver on the couch. Lola smirked slightly at Emma's obvious discomfort but felt no guilt.
"Dear, dress up and come back tomorrow for the first day of your job. We can pick up where we left off then, Emma," Lola said as she buttoned her blazer, hiding any evidence of their illicit encounter.
She moved closer to Emma, who still lay on the sofa, gathering her strength. Lola leaned down, her mouth hovering just above Emma's, her warm breath causing the blonde to shudder.
"And if you prove yourself to be an excellent secretary, there will be more of this to come." She finished with a last kiss, lingering just long enough for Emma to taste the mixture of their desire and sweat on her lips.
Lola turned and walked back to her desk, her hands typing away as if nothing had happened one hour ago.
Emma still lay limp on the couch, her heart throbbing and her body pulsating to the rhythm of what Lola had done to her. Her sensitive thighs clenched together as fresh thoughts of Lola's glorious cock invaded her mind, sending tingles down her spine.
The newly hired secretary forced herself to get up and put back on her crumpled clothes. Mustering the last of her strength, she walked over to Lola, attempting to show some semblance of professionalism.
"I will be at work tomorrow on time, Ms. Johnson." Emma managed.
Her voice trembled slightly, her legs still feeling like jelly, her body weak from the multiple mind-blowing orgasms she just experienced.
"Good girl," Lola said, her voice deep and sultry. Her smile held a predatory sense, a hint of possession, and Emma couldn't help but find herself liking it. "I can't wait to see how well you perform."
Emma swallowed hard, her heart pounding. She could only give a bow and turn around to leave, her legs barely able to carry her weight. Lola just watched her leave the office, her gaze unmoving, unrelenting. As soon as Emma was gone and the door shut behind her, Lola leaned back into her chair, letting out a guttural sigh, her mind still flooded with images of the woman's exquisite body.
Lola had fucked many female secretaries before, all of whom were married MILFs. They quit after a few months as they couldn't seem to keep up with her libido as well as their guilt for their cucked husbands.
Emma, however, was different. She seemed to give in more easily than all of Lola's previous secret lovers without much resistance even during the interview. Lola could only imagined how Emma's defense would slowly crumble days after days when Lola fucked her silly.
The sexy dickgirl was never one to steal another man's wife, despite how she had fucked these married MILFs countless times. But now,
she had an insatiable desire for this new employee; one she didn't want to quell.
Emma's curves were the perfect embodiment of femininity, her pale skin contrasted perfectly against Lola's own dark cocoa skin. The way Emma's cunt eagerly sucked Lola's length during their introductions alone was enough to excite her. To see Emma submit and enjoyed it making their dynamic feel fresh and challenged Lola.
It was as if she unlocked something deep down in Emma, releasing a switch and turning the reserved woman into a cock-hungry fiend.
Lola had decide that she would make Emma leave her husband and live out the rest of her days worshipping her boss and her huge cock. Lola's obsession for the blonde secretary piqued, she knew what she wanted, and she intended to have it.
But for now, she shifted her focus back to her job. Lola had all the time she needed to break Emma down, considering that they would be spending a lot of time together. A whole lot.