The Secretary's Clause
Copyright© 2026 by VelvetQuillX
Chapter 6: The Wife’s Suspicion Boils Over
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6: The Wife’s Suspicion Boils Over - 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
Sophia Voss was no fool. The single dark hair on his collar had been one thing. The faint scent of cheap vanilla and sex on his skin when he came home late had been another. But the real crack appeared when she started “dropping by” the office unannounced—three times in one week. Each visit she smiled that perfect-wife smile, kissed him like she owned him, and let her eyes scan every surface like a detective hunting for evidence. Elena felt the tension crackle in the air every time the outer door opened. Her body, now trained to drip at the slightest hint of danger, responded with shameful eagerness.
Monday afternoon Sophia arrived at 4:12 p.m. Elena was bent over the filing cabinet in the corner of Voss’s office, skirt rucked up around her waist, the thickest plug stretching her ass while her boss’s cock slammed into her soaked pussy from behind. Her heavy tits swung free from the open blouse, nipples scraping the cold metal drawers with every brutal thrust. Voss had one hand fisted in her long dark hair, the other gripping her hip so hard bruises were already blooming.
“Take it deeper, slut,” he growled low. “Milk my cock like the desperate office whore you are.”
Elena moaned into her own arm, pussy fluttering, creaming down his shaft. The vibrating panties buzzed on high against her clit. She was seconds from squirting when the intercom crackled.
“Mr. Voss? Your wife is on her way up.”
He froze mid-thrust, cock buried to the hilt inside Elena’s clenching cunt. “Fuck.”
Elena’s eyes flew wide. Cum from the morning load was still leaking around the plug in her ass; fresh slick coated her thighs. There was no time to move.
Voss yanked out with a wet pop, cock glistening, and shoved her toward the narrow supply closet beside the filing cabinet. “Inside. Now. Not a fucking sound.”
She stumbled in, heels clicking once before he shut the door. The closet was tiny—barely enough room for her hourglass body. She pressed her back to the wall, skirt still up, plug shifting deep, pussy pulsing and empty. Through the narrow slats she could see everything.
Sophia walked in seconds later, cream silk dress hugging her toned body, pearls gleaming. “Darling, I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d steal you for an early dinner.”
Voss zipped up smoothly, cock still rock-hard and tenting his slacks, and pulled his wife into a deep kiss. “You’re always welcome, baby.” His voice was calm, but Elena could see the pulse hammering in his neck. He spun Sophia gently and bent her over the same filing cabinet Elena had just been fucked on.
“Right here?” Sophia laughed, breathy and surprised, but she arched her back like she loved the risk.
“Door’s locked. Everyone’s gone.” He flipped the silk up, found her already wet, and drove in with one smooth thrust. Elena watched from the dark closet as her boss’s thick cock—still slick with her own pussy juice—disappeared into his wife’s elegant cunt. The wet sounds were obscene. Sophia moaned, gripping the cabinet, tits pressing against the metal where Elena’s nipples had been seconds earlier.
Voss fucked her hard and fast, eyes flicking to the closet slats every few strokes. He knew Elena was watching. He knew she was leaking. He reached around, rubbed Sophia’s clit exactly the way he rubbed Elena’s, and growled, “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you.”
Sophia shattered beautifully—back arching, a soft, refined cry spilling out as her walls clamped down. Voss followed with a low groan, pumping rope after thick rope of cum deep into his wife while staring straight at the closet where his secret slut hid, plugged and trembling.
When he pulled out, a single drop of mixed cum dripped onto the carpet—right where Elena’s thong had been hidden weeks ago. Sophia straightened her dress, flushed and glowing. “You’re insatiable lately. I like it.” She kissed him softly. “Don’t stay too late.”
The moment the door closed behind her, Voss locked it and yanked the closet open.
Elena fell out on shaky legs, mascara already running, thighs shiny with her own arousal. The plug in her ass made her waddle. Voss grabbed her by the hair and shoved her to her knees.
“Clean me, slut. Taste how my wife’s pussy mixes with yours.”
She attacked his cock like a starving woman—tongue swirling every inch, sucking the combined cream from his shaft, moaning around him as the taste flooded her mouth. He was hard again in seconds. He bent her over the couch—same spot he’d just fucked Sophia—and drove back into her dripping cunt in one savage thrust.
“You liked watching me fill her, didn’t you?” He pounded mercilessly, balls slapping her clit. “Liked knowing my cock went straight from her to you.”
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