**Caught by the Secretary**

I’d been eyeing Rebecca from Accounting for months. The way her pencil skirts clung to her hips, how she’d bite her lip when concentrating—it drove me wild. Today, opportunity finally struck. After the quarterly report meeting, she lingered in the conference room, pretending to organize papers while I “forgot” my laptop. The second the door clicked shut, I had her pinned against the glass wall, my hands sliding under her blouse.

“Fuck, you’ve been teasing me all week,” I growled into her neck, feeling her shiver as my fingers pinched her nipples through her lace bra.

Rebecca arched against me, her ass pressing into my already-hard cock. “You think I don’t notice you staring?” she breathed, turning her head to catch my lips. Our tongues tangled, hungry and messy, as I shoved her skirt up around her waist. The lace of her thong was damp against my fingers, and when I dragged it aside, her pussy was slick, swollen, ready.

I didn’t waste time—two fingers slid inside her, curling just right to make her gasp. “Oh fuck, yes,” she moaned, grinding against my hand. I could feel her clit throbbing under my thumb, her wetness dripping down my wrist.

Then I heard it—the quiet click of the door opening.

Rebecca froze, wide-eyed, as the company secretary, Jenna, stood there, mouth slightly open. Jenna was in her early forties, all curves and quiet confidence, and right now, her gaze was locked on Rebecca’s bare pussy glistening under my fingers.

For a second, nobody moved. Then Jenna shut the door behind her—*and locked it.*

“Don’t stop on my account,” she murmured, her eyes dark.

Rebecca whimpered as I pushed my fingers back inside her, watching Jenna watch us. The older woman stepped closer, her breath quickening as she took in the sight—Rebecca’s skirt rucked up, my cock straining against my slacks.

Jenna bit her lip. “You two have been *very* bad.”

Rebecca whined as my fingers worked her faster. “J-Jenna, please—”

“Please what?” Jenna stepped behind her, running her hands over Rebecca’s hips. “You want me to tell the boss?”

My cock throbbed at the idea. “Fuck yes,” I groaned, pulling my fingers free and smearing Rebecca’s wetness over her ass. Jenna’s gaze followed my movements as I unzipped my pants, my dick springing free.

Jenna licked her lips. “I always knew you had a nice cock.” Then, to Rebecca: “Bend over the table.”

Rebecca obeyed instantly, her tits pressed against the polished wood, her perfect ass raised. Jenna grabbed a bottle of hand sanitizer from the credenza—classy—and slicked her fingers before circling Rebecca’s tight little asshole.

“Oh my god!” Rebecca gasped as Jenna’s fingertip pressed inside.

I lined myself up with her dripping pussy, pushing in with one hard thrust. Rebecca cried out, her cunt clenching around me while Jenna worked her ass open, one finger becoming two.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Jenna murmured, her other hand sliding between Rebecca’s legs to rub her clit. “Think you can take him in that pretty ass while I watch?”

“Y-yes!” Rebecca panted, her whole body trembling.

I pulled out of her pussy, my cock glistening with her juices, and pressed against her back hole. Jenna’s fingers had loosened her just enough—with a groan, I pushed inside, inch by inch.

Rebecca screamed, her nails scratching the table. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, it’s so deep—”

Jenna leaned down, kissing Rebecca’s shoulder as she kept teasing her clit. “Good girl. Take it.”

I started fucking her ass in slow, rough strokes, each one dragging a moan from her. The heat, the tightness—it was unreal. Jenna’s eyes stayed locked on where my cock disappeared into Rebecca’s ass, her own hand sneaking under her skirt.

“You like watching her get fucked?” I grunted, gripping Rebecca’s hips harder.

Jenna moaned, her fingers moving faster between her legs. “Fuck yes. She’s so greedy—taking that big cock like a slut.”

Rebecca came with a shout, her ass clamping down on me as Jenna rubbed her through it. I followed, slamming deep as my balls tightened and I shot load after load inside her. Jenna’s breath hitched, her thighs shaking as she came just from watching.

When I pulled out, Rebecca’s ass stayed gaped for a second before Jenna leaned in, licking over the stretched rim.

“Next time,” Jenna purred, “I want a turn.”

Rebecca whimpered. I was already hard again.