The Secretary's Clause
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Chapter 7: Full Surrender – The New Normal
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7: Full Surrender – The New Normal - 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.
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The private jet touched down in Miami at 10:47 a.m. on Friday, and Elena’s entire body was already humming like a live wire. Three full nights. No office walls. No wife dropping by. Just the presidential suite at the Sapphire Tower, a king-sized bed the size of her apartment, a private balcony overlooking the ocean, and Mr. Voss’s promise that he was going to ruin her until she couldn’t remember her own name.
She stepped off the plane in the outfit he’d chosen: a tiny white sundress that clung to her hourglass curves like wet silk, no bra, no panties, the largest plug he owned stretching her ass, and the remote vibrating panties already buzzing on low against her swollen clit. Her heavy breasts bounced freely with every step, nipples hard and dark against the thin fabric. Voss walked behind her, hand possessively on the small of her back, wedding ring cool against her warm skin.
The moment the suite door clicked shut behind them, he didn’t speak. He simply spun her around, shoved her against the wall, and ripped the sundress down to her waist. His mouth latched onto one nipple while two thick fingers plunged straight into her dripping pussy.
“Three days, slut,” he growled against her breast. “You’re not leaving this suite except when I drag you to meetings. And even then you’ll be leaking my cum and wearing my plug.”
He fucked her right there in the marble foyer—hard, deep, lifting one of her legs so he could grind the plug against that thin wall inside her. Elena came in under a minute, sobbing his name, walls milking him until he flooded her with the first creampie of the trip. He didn’t pull out. He carried her like that, cock still buried, straight to the private jacuzzi on the balcony.
The sun blazed down as he lowered them both into the bubbling water. Elena straddled him, sundress floating around her waist like a white halo. He turned the vibrating panties to maximum and started fucking up into her again—slow, deliberate rolls of his hips that made the water slosh over the edge.
“What if I knock you up right here, Elena?” he whispered, biting her earlobe. “Right now. While my wife thinks I’m in back-to-back meetings. You’d walk back into the office next week with my baby growing inside this dumb little belly and still drop to your knees every morning.”
The words hit her like lightning. She came again, squirting into the hot water, crying out so loud the seagulls scattered. Voss followed with a guttural groan, pumping rope after thick rope deep into her womb until she felt bloated with it.
That was just the beginning.
All afternoon he used her in every room. On the glass conference table he made her crawl naked across it while he took a Zoom call, her tits dragging on the cool surface as she sucked him under the camera frame. In the marble shower he fucked her ass against the glass wall, the plug replaced by his cock, water streaming over her bouncing curves while he filmed it on his phone. On the king bed he tied her wrists to the headboard and edged her for two straight hours—tongue, fingers, toys—until she was begging and drooling, then finally fucked her senseless and painted her face and tits with the biggest load yet.
By evening she was a trembling, cum-glazed mess. He dressed her in nothing but sky-high heels and a thin gold collar he’d bought for the trip, then took her out to the balcony again. The city lights glittered below as he bent her over the railing and fucked her from behind while tourists wandered the beach far beneath them.
“Anyone could look up,” he growled, slamming into her cum-filled pussy. “They’d see my perfect little office slut getting used like the whore she is.”
She came so hard her knees buckled. He held her up and filled her again.
Saturday was pure filth.
He had back-to-back meetings in the hotel’s private conference room. Elena wore the vibrating panties and a new remote egg deep in her pussy. Every time he muted his mic he made her crawl under the long table and suck him while he negotiated million-dollar deals. Between sessions he bent her over the table and fucked her raw—once in her pussy, once in her ass—leaving fresh creampies sealed inside her with the toys.
At lunch he took her to the rooftop pool in a tiny bikini that barely covered her nipples. While other guests lounged nearby, he fingered her under the water until she came silently against his hand, then pulled her onto his lap in the shallow end and sank inside her right there in broad daylight. The risk made her shake. He whispered breeding fantasies the entire time: “Gonna keep you pregnant and leaking. Gonna fuck you on my desk while you’re round with my kid. My wife will never know it’s mine.”