The Secretary's Clause
Copyright© 2026 by VelvetQuillX
Chapter 5: Rising Addiction & Riskier Games
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: Rising Addiction & Riskier Games - Elena, a desperate 24-year-old, lands a secretary job by surrendering on her knees during the interview. Mr. Voss, her married boss, turns her into his personal office slut: daily throat-fucks, creampies, plugs, vibrators, public risks, and breeding fantasies. As Sophia grows suspicious, the danger only fuels hotter, filthier submission—until Elena is utterly owned, addicted, and craving more.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Spitting Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Public Sex Teacher/Student AI Generated
The weeks that followed Sophia’s surprise visit turned Elena into a live wire of pure, aching need. She no longer waited for texts. She craved the commands before they came. Every morning she woke up already wet, fingers sliding between her thighs just to feel the ghost of Mr. Voss’s cock stretching her. She’d started sleeping with the thick plug in her ass on her own, just so she could feel owned even in her tiny apartment. Her dumb, desperate little brain had rewired itself: the job, the paycheck, the rent—those were excuses. The real addiction was the way her pussy clenched the second she heard his voice on the intercom.
Monday after the wife visit, she arrived at 7:40 a.m., twenty minutes early, wearing the shortest skirt yet and nothing underneath. She locked the outer door, stripped the blouse off completely, and crawled naked to his desk on hands and knees, heavy tits swaying, ass plugged and high in the air.
Mr. Voss looked up from his emails, cock already hardening at the sight. “Well, well. My little office slut is learning to anticipate.”
“I couldn’t wait, sir,” she whispered, voice husky. “I touched myself in the Uber thinking about you. Please ... use me before the day starts.”
He didn’t make her beg twice. He pulled her up, bent her over the desk, and drove into her soaked pussy in one savage thrust. No warm-up. Just raw, deep pounding that made her tits slap the wood and her moans echo. He reached around, rubbed her clit, and growled against her ear, “You’re addicted to this cock now, aren’t you? Can’t even function without it dripping out of you.”
“Yes—fuck—yes, sir,” she sobbed, pushing back to meet every thrust. “I need it. I need you to fill me every day.”
He came hard, flooding her with the first creampie of the week, then slid the vibrating panties up her thighs and turned them on medium. “Keep it inside. All day. Creampie roulette starts now—if even one drop leaks before I say, you spend lunch with my cock in your ass under the conference table.”
The game became daily ritual. Every afternoon he’d call her in, bend her over whatever surface was closest, and pump her full again—pussy, ass, sometimes both. She walked the halls with his cum slowly leaking around the plug, thighs slick, nipples hard, a secret smile on her face while colleagues asked about spreadsheets. The risk made her clit throb constantly.
Wednesday brought the first real public test.
“Business lunch,” he texted at 11 a.m. “Limo. Wear the remote panties and the new plug—the bigger one.”
The black stretch limo waited downstairs. The driver, a discreet older man named Carlos, nodded politely as Elena slid in after Voss. The privacy screen rose the second the door closed. Voss pulled her onto his lap immediately, skirt around her waist, and sank two fingers into her already creamy cunt.
“Carlos can’t see,” he murmured, “but he can hear every moan if you’re not careful. Be my quiet little fucktoy.”
He freed his cock, lined her up, and pulled her down until every inch was buried. The limo started moving through midday traffic. Voss turned the vibrating panties on high while he thrust up into her in short, brutal strokes. Her heavy breasts bounced against his chest; she bit his shoulder to stay silent. The plug in her ass rubbed against his cock with every movement, making her feel impossibly full.
“Tell me you love being my secret whore in public,” he growled.
“I love it,” she gasped against his neck. “I love being your cumslut while the world is right outside.”
He fucked her harder, one hand clamped over her mouth, the other controlling the vibe until she came silently, walls fluttering, squirting around him in hot little pulses. He followed seconds later, flooding her pussy again. When the limo stopped at the restaurant he made her keep him inside until the last possible second, then plugged her with the bigger toy so the fresh load stayed trapped.
She walked into the five-star restaurant with his cum sealed inside her, smiling sweetly at the maître d’ while her thighs trembled.
Thursday was the board meeting.
Twelve executives around the long glass table. Voss at the head, presenting quarterly numbers. Elena sat to his right taking notes, vibrating panties on low, the new larger plug stretching her ass deliciously. Halfway through the presentation he texted a single word under the table: Under.
She slipped from her chair like a shadow, crawled beneath the glass tabletop on hands and knees, and positioned herself between his spread thighs. His cock was already out. She took him into her mouth slowly, silently, while he continued talking about profit margins in a perfectly steady voice. The executives had no idea the boss’s secretary was deep-throating him under the table, saliva dripping down her chin onto the carpet, throat bulging with every silent inch.
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