 Is there anything I can get for you Mr. Butano?  His humble slave and secretary asked.  May I rub your worries from your weary body?  She grins that familiar little devilish grin that says she will be rubbing more than just his worries away.  I have a wonderful new oil for such a thing. Would you like me to use it? 

Before Mr. Butano had a chance to answer she turned and bent over at the waist to retrieve it from her purse; which was on the floor next to the file cabinet. Her bare cheeks peeked out from under her suit jacket. She knows he loves her to wear this particular one. Her pouty pussy stared him in the face, as she spread her legs slightly, knowing that he was staring at her. 'He wants to touch me, I can feel it.' she says to herself. She lifts up slowly giving him one last glance before she turns to bring it closer for him to inspect.

 See Mr. Butano, this oil is so wonderful smelling. It's very intoxicating.  She leans down closer to him. Her breasts in his face, threatening to spill out from her lowcut suit jacket. She doesn't have a blouse on underneath....she knows how he likes to see her dressed for the office. He sniffs at the open bottle and nods his head in approval, as well as appreciation, for the heady scent of White Musk she has chosen.

He places his finger on the opening and tips the bottle just enough to get a hint of it on his finger and sets the bottle back down on the desk. His hand slips between her legs to rub his incensed finger over the small tuft of pussy hair just above her slit. Miss O, as he liked to call her, reminding him of the 'Big O' in sexual pleasure; took that as an invitation and swiped his papers from the top of his desk. She slid upon it in front of him, spreading her legs on either side of him, as he sat within his plush office chair.  Would you like to smell it again Mr. Butano? 

Without a single word, he slid his chair back a little to better place his face in front of her sweet pussy. He moaned in appreciation of his midday distraction. Mr. Butano wouldn't trade his secretary in for any other. She knew how to get the job done on a business and personal level. He had known no other secretary with skills such as hers.

He hesitated a moment.  Go ahead Mr. Butano,  She said, placing her hands on his head to urge him forward.   It's ok to have desert before lunch.  She was teasing him with her quick wit and sweet smelling pussy. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, resting his lips against her inner thigh. He kissed and sucked at it hungrily. He started out with such gentle slow strokes of his tongue, that she thought she would go crazy with anticipation. She pulled him in closer. His tongue darted in and out of her slit, fucking her, tasting her juices.

He moaned loudly  Mmmmm , as he pushed her legs further apart. He slipped one ... then two fingers inside of her wetness, thrusting them in and out with intent. His masterful tongue played with her hardened clit. Miss O leaned back to rest upon both her hands, allowing him full access. She began to moan in unison with him.

When he backed away to watch his fingers invade her over and over, she lowered her hand and began to play with herself. Her desire had escalated to the point of taking it in her own hands. She wanted to cum and cum hard for her boss. She rubbed her clit hard and fast, rocking her hips against his fingers. She threw her head back and cried out, as the first waves of ecstasy overcame her. Mr. Butano slipped his fingers out and sucked them clean. Then buried his face in her pussy again. He sucked and licked at her until her orgasm subsided.

She sat up straight on his desk and smiled. She knew he would be hard as hell after that. He looked at her intensely. As he was about to say something a knock came to the door. Miss O slipped under his desk where she wouldn't be noticed and waited for him to say,  Come In.  She could hear heavy footsteps entering the room.

She had forgotten his meeting with Mr. Taylor this afternoon. She wasn't going to fret about it though, as she knew their meetings never lasted more than about 20 minutes or so. She would just stay where she was until he left. She found it entertaining that Mr. Butano didn't rise to shake Mr. Taylor's hand, as he usually did. He simply sat in his chair and extended his hand, inviting him to have a seat.

While Mr. Butano and Mr. Taylor talked, Miss O became bored with waiting. This meeting was taking a bit longer than usual. She glanced between Mr. Butano's legs and smiled. 'Hmmm' she thought to herself. 'He's still hard as a rock.' She placed her hand on the bulge in his pants and began to stroke his hardness nice and slow. He writhed in his chair, appearing to Mr. Taylor that he was very uncomfortable. He slid closer to desk, knowing that Miss O wouldn't stop.

She'd continue until the job was done. That was one reason he had hired her in the first place. She quietly undid his belt and button. Then waited until their conversation was steady before unzipping his pants. Mr. Butano shifted in his seat, sitting more upright to give her room. He rested his elbows on his desk, appearing intent on listening to what Mr. Taylor was proposing.

Miss O giggled quietly, as she pulled his pants aside. His cock was so hard that it was peeking up over his briefs. She slid the cotton material down enough to get most of his length in her mouth. Mr. Butano moaned, as he felt her hot wet mouth slide down his manhood. Her tongue was teasing him ruthlessly. He cleared his throat, making it appear that he had something caught in it. Mr. Taylor didn't seem to notice. He slipped his right hand under his desk, grabbing a handful of hair to slow her down a bit. If she wasn't careful she would get more than she bargained for very soon.

She stopped as he wished. Miss O could feel his cock jerking inside her mouth, as she held still all the way down to the base of his hardness. 'Just in time' she thought, as she tasted just a bit of his cum on the back of her throat. Her expert mouth, combined with the situation Mr. Butano found himself in, almost pushed him over the edge. His cock sprung out of her mouth, as she waited to allow his excitement to subside a bit.

When she saw that his cock was no longer throbbing and jerking, she thrust her mouth down over it again. Long slow strokes were her payback for making her stop. Mr. Butano would surely find a way to make her pay for this. Maybe he would make her work longer hours tonight. She wasn't upset about that in the least, because it usually led to more forbidden sex.

Mr. Butano was a great boss to work for. Not only did they have a good working relationship, but they also discovered they both enjoyed their sexuality. Together they induged in daily role playing, which usually led to more before the day was done. Miss O fucked him hard and fast with her wet mouth. He began to cough and sputter as if he had something in his throat, as his cum shot into the back of her throat.

Mr. Taylor excused himself, promising to bring back a glass of water for Mr. Butano.  Where is that secretary of yours Mr. Butano?  he asked. He was planning on telling her to rush a glass of water in to Mr. Butano, but she was no where to be found.  I'll be right back.  he said in a huff, as he rushed out the door.

Miss O came out of hiding, smiling at Mr. Butano she scurried off into the bathroom adjoined between their offices. She quickly put her skirt on and hurried in with a glass of water for Mr. Butano. He quickly zipped up his pants before taking the glass from Miss O. Just as he did Mr. Taylor appeared in the doorway with a glass in hand.

She hurried over to Mr. Taylor and thanked him for his quick thinking. She explained that she had been in the restroom between their offices and heard Mr. Butano coughing.  I'm sorry Mr. Taylor, would you like to drink this yourself, or would you like something more to drink?  she asked. Her smile never left her face.

He leaned forward, smiling at her mischieviously and said,  I think I'd like to have a little of what Mr. Butano here just had.  He looked briefly at Mr. Butano. With a nod of acceptance Mr. Taylor slipped his hand under her skirt, fingering her wet pussy. Of course, Miss O knew exactly how to make sure Mr. Butano's clients were comfortable and well-taken care of.....
