Long Play Boss/Secretary Roleplay
Long Play Boss/Secretary Roleplay
— office hours, ancient ink —
Marnie viewed her employment as a long-term boss/secretary roleplay, though only she knew the script involved ancient Sumerian glyphs. She sat at her desk, her heavy breasts straining against the thin cotton of her white blouse, the fabric nearly translucent. With a flick of her wrist and a whispered syllable, she sent a spark of heat toward the mahogany door of Chris’s office and activated the hidden glyphs under his desk.
Inside, Chris froze mid-sentence during a high-stakes video conference with the London board. He felt a sudden, violent surge of blood crash into his groin. His cock jumped, straining against his dress slacks with an intensity that made him gasp.
“Is everything alright, Chris?” the CEO asked through the speakers.
Chris gripped the edge of his desk, his knuckles white. He could feel his pre-cum soaking into his boxers, the heat radiating through his thighs. He fought to maintain a professional expression while his dick throbbed in a rhythmic, agonizing pulse.
“Just a… momentary lapse in connection,” Chris grunted, his voice strained.
Once the call ended, the silence of the office felt heavy. He looked through the glass wall at Marnie. She was chewing her lip, her wide hips swaying as she filed a folder. The sight triggered another wave of artificial lust, a magical itch he couldn’t scratch.
“Marnie, in my office. Now!” he barked.
She entered with a slow, deliberate gait, the scent of vanilla and something… older and more magical clinging to her skin. Chris didn’t waste time. He lunged forward, grabbing her waist and spinning her around. He slammed her chest-down onto the mahogany surface, her large breasts flattening against the cool wood.
“I can’t think straight with you in this building,” Chris growled into her ear.
“Is this part of our boss/secretary roleplay, sir?” Marnie whispered, a smirk hidden against the desk.
Chris didn’t answer. He ripped her skirt upward and yanked her lace panties aside. He fumbled with his zipper, his cock springing free, purple-headed and leaking a thick bead of pre-cum. He guided his shaft to her soaking wet slit and shoved inward with a wet, heavy squelch.
Marnie let out a sharp moan as he filled her. The friction was intense, the sound of their bodies colliding creating a loud, rhythmic sucking noise that echoed in the sterile room. Chris hammered into her, his balls slapping hard against her thick thighs with every thrust. He felt the tight grip of her walls, the heat of her pussy clamping down on him.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his breath hot on her neck.
He shifted his grip, pulling her hips higher so he could drive deeper, hitting her cervix with a dull thud that made her toes curl. The sound of air being pushed out of her orifice mixed with the squelching of their blended fluids. He was blinded by a desire he didn’t understand, a hunger that felt like a command.
As he reached his peak, he let out a guttural yell, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he flooded her womb with hot, thick ropes of cum. He collapsed onto her back, panting.
“Best boss/secretary roleplay yet,” Marnie breathed, feeling the magic settle. Tip Marnie
Chris sighed, convinced his own libido had finally won. He never suspected the glyphs etched into the underside of his desk. Never knowing that he was doing EXACTLY what Marnie was playing him for.