The most common request I get is for more stories about the free use secretary. I’ve written about her initial interview, this one time the boss fucked her while he was on the phone, a meeting in which she was offered out to clients to sweeten a business deal, and another episode when she got fucked by two junior managers in a stationery cupboard. This story’s back to just her and the boss: a quick and dirty facefuck. It contains spanking, throatfucking, free use, humiliation, degradation, hints of piss play and definite power imbalance.
Note, as with all these stories, that they’re hyper-exaggerated sexual scenarios that play with my kink for misogyny, my fantasies about being used, and my love of wanking to the grubbiest, least-compelling men you’re ever likely to encounter. Really pathetic, one-track-mind, unable-to-comprehend-women-as-people douchebags. The fact that these men are pricks is very much key to the fantasies. I enjoy playing with this stuff inside my head and on the kinky wank space that is this blog, but these stories are not and should never be seen as a guide on how to treat people in real life. I hope this is obvious, but it can’t hurt to hammer it home.
Free use secretary 5: A quick and dirty facefuck
Her heels click satisfyingly as she marches down the corridor – not long till home time, and even though she’s taking work back with her, it’s the kind of work that should ensure her a large bonus later this year so she’s happy to do it. She’ll tackle it with a glass of wine and the knowledge that no one can interrupt her. Especially her boss.
But it’s only 4:30, and she’s not yet off the clock. When she click-clicks past the boss’s office, he glances up briefly from his screen. The strategy document he’s supposed to be perusing sits in a half-size window while in the background is a stream from a facefuck-porn subreddit. No prizes for guessing which gets most of his attention. And although she can’t see his monitor from where she sits, the secretary could easily – and correctly – guess that he isn’t just looking at work. What’s more, she can tell from the furtive way his arm leads beneath his desk that he’s idly warming himself up.
She hopes whatever porn he’s looking at is something anal. That usually makes for a far quicker fuck and it’s 4:30, after all. If he wants to come before she goes home, she’d rather he get it done quickly.
Sitting briskly down at her desk, she can feel his eyes on her – wandering away from the pretence of work and coming to rest, instead, on the way her loose tits tent her blouse. Nipples just dark enough that he can make them out through the flimsy fabric. Ordered to his specifications, of course: she wouldn’t wear this if it weren’t part of her contract. As she wouldn’t wear the black skirt that cups her arse so tightly.
She did once come to work a slightly looser skirt, to see if he noticed. He did – immediately – taking her casually by the wrist and putting her over his knee the second the morning meeting was over. Gripping her hair and nudging her face down towards the floor, exposing her bum by yanking down her cotton knickers, he spanked her with neat, dismissive, open-palm smacks. She could feel his dick growing solid in his pants, and he ground it against her as she tried her best not to squirm. When the spanking was finished – in complete silence, naturally – he pulled his cock out and tugged at it as the blood rushed to her head. Insistent, urgent jerks which led to a swift and productive load of cum. He angled himself so it surged in thick jets over the naked skin of her arse, but made sure to spill a few squirts on her skirt for good measure.
“Go home and change that now,” he barked, nudging her off his lap and standing up. He paused briefly before putting away his softening cock. Staring down at her, curled on the floor with her knickers binding her at the knees and cum-stained skirt round her hips, for a brief moment she thought he might piss on her. But there’s nothing about that in the contract. “That skirt’s definitely not suitable for work,” he added as he finally zipped himself up, “you won’t be wearing it again.”
So she didn’t. And now she’s in exactly the clothes he’s demanded – flimsy blouse, no bra, tight black skirt, heels. Typical slutty secretary garb, exactly as requested, so it’s no surprise he’s staring at her now. If she didn’t know he was looking she might roll her eyes at his predictability, but she’s used to this now. She wears a practiced blank, almost doll-like expression as she gets back to typing emails and checking his calendar. Pretending, always, that she can’t feel the burning humiliation of his gaze.
Out of the corner of her eye, she can see his arm start to move under the desk. Rubbing. Squeezing. Preparing. He looks back and forth between the screen and her tits, imagining how it would feel to walk over to her desk right now and tear her shirt open so he can pinch those nipples with his fingertips. The screen is still showing throatfucking – so many variations, so many different mouths. Thick cocks part willing lips, absolutely coated in drool. He unzips under the desk and eases his own fat erection from the fly. Casually tugging at the head, he watches his secretary tap away at her keyboard, the tiny shifts in movement showing him exactly where the peaks of her nipples sit against the fabric. Then he looks at her mouth. Lips pressed firmly together in concentration. He imagines how the head of his cock would split them as he shoved himself in good and deep. Pictures the way she’d look up at him if instructed: that blank, doll-like face so easily accepting every inch of what he had to give…
He rubs harder and thinks yeah. That’s exactly what I need. Jerking faster, perusing the screen again, scrolling with his free hand down past more gifs and images and clips – mouth after mouth after mouth, used like a toy. Choking. Gagging. Eyes watering and spit everywhere.
“Come in here,” he says, the words catching slightly in his throat, in his eagerness.
She’s ready. Stands up instantly, moves swiftly on those clicking heels to approach his desk.
Our free use secretary expects to be ordered to do one of two things. This time it’s not ‘bend over’ so it must be…
“Kneel.”
She kneels.
He swivels his chair to the side so he can better angle his cock towards her mouth, rubs at it like he’d love to just come instantly – right in her face. But the screen with all those willing lips and full-full throats is calling to him too. So, with both eyes firmly fixed on the porn, he reaches almost blindly for her head with his spare hand and shoves her towards the thickness of his aching prick. Somehow it’s more humiliating to her that he doesn’t even look as he chokes her with it. Just feeds it in with one hand and then pushes the crown of her head down with the other – all the while observing other people. Other mouths. Other cocks.
It’s overwhelming to swallow all at once – the head hits the back of her throat and she has to work to stifle a gag. But she’s professional, so she does. Besides, she knows that making noise or protesting could result in a beating, which will delay the inevitable conclusion and mean she won’t make it home before 6:30.
Instead she assumes the position he prefers: arms behind her back, hands gripping the opposite wrist so she’s off-balance and at his mercy. He continues to tug her onto his dick – both hands now on her head, in her hair, grabbing fistfuls of it to keep her steady as he drags her as far down the shaft as she can take. Over and over. Rough and harsh, like she’s merely a machine. He can’t tear his eyes away from the screen either – now he’s clicked on a short clip that shows somebody gagging and drooling while the same is done to them. He matches the rhythm of the facefuck in the porn clip, like he’s re-enacting it just for himself.
“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, and the free use secretary does not reply. He’s not talking to her, but to whichever woman’s on his screen – he rarely ever talks to her while he’s fucking. These murmurs and his grunts are all the things he’d say or think in private. The free use secretary is not a person in his eyes, she’s an extension of his hand. If she weren’t here he’d be gripping himself and beating his own dick dry rather than shoving it right to the back of her throat.
As if in frustration that he’s not come yet, he pulls out briefly with a sigh and reaches down to her blouse. Tears it open with a casual rip, popping off the first three buttons and exposing her. Shoving her head back so he can get access, he briefly jerks himself off in the direction of those pert tits, watching them jiggle as the end of each stroke smacks against her flesh.
Then he slides his belt out from the loops and folds it in half. Not to beat her, not this time, he’s too desperate to come. He uses his belt for leverage. Having yanked down her blouse so he can watch her jiggle and bounce while he fucks her face, he now catches the belt round the back of her head and grips each end in one hand, tugging her further onto his cock with each stroke.
The clip is playing again now, it’s on a loop, and he watches it with mesmerised eyes but a casual sneer. Lips pursed tight, brow furrowed in concentration, letting out the occasional grunt of effort as he yanks the free use secretary’s wet lips and spit-drooling mouth down his thick girth over and over again. He can feel the head of his prick nudging the back of her throat, and the pulse of it as his erection gets tauter, fatter, harder in anticipation of his imminent release. She chokes a little and he tugs the belt one more time more viciously, as if to remind her to be professional: looking down at her messed-up hair and streaming mascara and still doll-like blank expression.
And as the first wave of coming consumes him, he pulls hard on the belt to make sure it’s unloaded as far down her willing throat as possible. Shot after shot, he pumps cum as deep as it will go. She tries so hard not to gag and choke on each one that she ends up almost drowning in the thick, cloying spunk until he finally pulls out to shoot the last couple of ropes into her face.
Whereupon she can finally swallow, which she does with an audible gulp.
If you enjoyed this dirty facefuck you might also enjoy:
Free use secretary 1: The interview
Free use secretary 2: The phone call
Free use secretary 3: Impressing the clients
Free use secretary 4: The stationery cupboard
I’ve had a hard day/Fuck my face
All of which are available as audio.