The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. Not the usual office stress, but a different kind of build-up. Sarah, a stunning Brunette Hair secretary with a subtle Tattoos peeking from under her sleeve, had been feeling the pressure all day. But not from paperwork.
Her boss, Mr. Davies, had been giving her *those* looks all week. Today, it culminated in a 'mandatory' after-hours massage to relieve stress. As his fingers worked into the knots of her shoulders, Sarah shivered. Not from discomfort.
His hands drifted lower, tracing the curve of her back before finding their way beneath her blouse. Sarah bit her lip. "Mr. Davies..." she whispered, but the protest died on her tongue. His touch was too electrifying. He unhooked her bra, exposing her breasts to the cool air. He cupped them gently, his thumbs teasing her nipples.
He pulled down her skirt, revealing a pair of lacy panties that barely contained her desire. He slipped two fingers inside, circling her clit until she gasped. Her pussy was so wet. He continued to massage and tease her, exploring the extreme tight pussy while she moaned, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. He found the spot. Her body tensed, and then... she squirted, a fountain of ecstasy soaking his hand and her desk chair. The fuckmachine had finally been unleashed.
Breathing heavily, Sarah looked at him, a mix of shame and exhilaration in her eyes. Mr. Davies simply smiled. "Seems like that relieved some stress," he said, before leaning in for another kiss, ready for round two in the office. She didn't resist. She wanted more amazing sex.
