Horny Sex addict perverted secretary sex story
About ten years ago, I was just getting my career off the ground, maybe a year or two into the grind. I’d hired a secretary to keep things running smoothly at my office while I was out chasing leads. Problem was, I wasn’t thrilled with her. She was fresh out of high school, kind of moody, super serious, and lived with her overbearing mom. Plus, she wasn’t exactly warm or welcoming. On a buddy’s advice, I decided to let her go and hired someone new—someone with a bit more spark. Her name was Sarah.
Sarah was short, with big, expressive brown eyes and a warm, inviting vibe. She had this modern, free-spirited energy that made the office feel alive. At first, I played it cool, not wanting to come on too strong. I figured I’d let things unfold naturally. Being a single guy, I’d sometimes swing by the office at night, crack open a beer, and watch some TV to unwind. During those late nights, I started getting these weird calls—someone would just stay silent on the line, listening to me say “hello” a few times. Later, Sarah fessed up that it was her, testing the waters.
A month or so in, I showed up to the office one day rubbing my sore arm—it was stiff from a long day. Sarah noticed and offered to help. “Looks like you could use a massage,” she said with a grin. I raised an eyebrow. “You know how to fix this?” She nodded confidently. “Trust me, I’ve got magic hands.” Sure enough, after a few minutes of her working on my arm, it felt better. And, yeah, her touch was doing more than just loosening up my muscles.
The next day, I came back from lunch, freshly shaved and feeling good. Sarah showed up right after, and I mentioned my arm was still bugging me. “Want me to work on it again?” she asked. I led her to a quiet corner of the office, out of sight from the windows, and sat down. She started massaging my arm, then moved to my shoulders and neck. Out of nowhere, she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. I didn’t hesitate—I turned and kissed her back, pulling her closer. Before I knew it, she was in my lap, and we were lost in this intense, electric moment. It felt like the world stopped. “Man, this is what living feels like,” she whispered, half-laughing, her face flushed. The office door was still unlocked, so we cooled it before anyone could walk in.
For the next week, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, sneaking kisses whenever we had a spare moment. I played it like I wasn’t sure about her past, not pushing too hard. Then one day, mid-makeout, she pulled back and looked me in the eyes. “I need you to know—I’m not a virgin,” she said, almost nervous. I shrugged. “Doesn’t matter to me.” Her face lit up, and she gave me this mischievous smile. “Good. Because I’m ready to show you what I’ve got.”
She reached for my zipper, and things escalated fast. She was confident, teasing, and knew exactly what she was doing. I was on the edge, barely holding it together. Then she turned around, slid her skirt up, and leaned forward, inviting me in. The position wasn’t quite right for me, though, so I guided her to a chair, gently spreading her legs. I took my time, savoring every second as I entered her. It was intense, and I didn’t last long—maybe thirty seconds before I was done. We grabbed some tissues from my desk to clean up, noticing a faint pink tinge, probably from her cycle just ending. We locked the door, lit a couple of cigarettes, and sipped coffee, catching our breath.
The next day, I was pumped for a repeat, but the office was buzzing with clients and work. Sarah was playful, flirting just enough to keep me on edge but dodging anything more. I wasn’t mad—she was keeping me hooked. I brought in a blanket the next day, planning ahead. We agreed to meet early, before the workday started. When I got there at 7:30, Sarah was already there, the heater cranked up, the office cozy. I spread the blanket on the floor, and we didn’t waste any time. Clothes came off, and we were all over each other, trying every position we could think of, laughing and losing ourselves in it. By 9 a.m., we were spent, tidying up just as the workday began.
The next morning, Sarah teased me, saying, “You wore me out yesterday—I barely slept!” She kept her distance for a couple of days, playing hard to get, but our connection only grew. Soon, we were like a couple, whispering sweet nothings and stealing moments whenever we could. The office wasn’t just a workplace anymore—it was our little world.