The worst secretary

She walked into the office knowing she’d fucked up again. No files. Nothing on his desk. He leaned back in his chair and just watched her, like he was tired of the excuses. She told him she’d do anything to keep the job. The offer left her mouth before she thought about it. He stood, locked the door, then came around the desk. She dropped to her knees. The moment her lips touched him she knew she was done pretending to be a good secretary. She took him deep, slow at first, then faster, her blonde hair brushing his thighs. He let her work, watching her mouth stretch around him, listening to the wet sounds. When he was ready he pulled out and stroked once, twice. The thick ropes landed across her face, over her lips, a little in her hair. She stayed on her knees, breathing hard, cum cooling on her skin. She didn’t need the files anymore. She had a new way to keep her job.