The Secretary's Penance

Author's Note: This story takes place immediately after the second installment of "The Secretary's Penance Pt. 2." So, if you haven't read the second part. I'd recommend you starting from the beginning.

Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18 and are all fictional. And it should go without saying, but I'll say it anyway, this story is just a fantasy, so there's no need to cry and get all salty in the comments.

But if you're in the mood for some negativity and saltiness, don't hesitate to comment. I love reading all your comments.

Sorry, this took way longer than expected.

Enjoy.

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"That's weird. His secretary isn't answering," said Ashley, hanging up the phone. The deliveryman nodded, his eyes flicking to the clock on the wall. He had other stops to make.

"Don't worry. You can leave the package here." Ashley smiled. "I'll let them know later."

"Great, thanks," replied the delivery man.

"That's like the fourth time this week," Ashley muttered. "It's always the same thing."

"What is?" asked Claudia, the other receptionist.

"Whenever I call Veronica, she never answers," Ashley replied with a puzzled expression. "It's like she's never at her desk."

"Maybe she's busy with Mr. Bender," replied Claudia.

Ashley rolled her eyes. "Every morning?" she asked, incredulous.

Claudia shrugged. "Maybe Mr. Bender... likes to organize things first before the day starts. He seems like a no-B.S. kind of guy. Veronica is almost like his personal assistant."

"Yeah, ok. Or maybe she just doesn't want to answer the phone. Also..." Ashley almost whispered, "Have you seen her clothes recently?"

*****

"The-the phone's ringing, sir," Veronica said, breathing heavily.

Max pulled away. "You're busy."

Max and Veronica kissed against the large mahogany door of his office--the urgency of their embrace hidden away from the rest of the world. The dress she wore that morning was a sleeveless dark blue cocktail. The dress hugged her curves flawlessly. It ended just shy of her mid-thigh, revealing the long, shapely legs that had been the subject of many a furtive glance from other men.

As the phone started ringing for a third time, she melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around Max's muscular shoulders, fingers gripping his Huntsman Savile Row suit as if it were a lifeline. The insistent ringing seemed to be a million miles away. His hand cupped the back of her neck, the warmth of his touch seeping through her skin. A moan escaped her, the sound muffled by Max's insistent mouth.

Veronica knew she should be scared, should be fighting him off, scratching his face, but she couldn't. Some primal part of her craved his touch, his possession.

He had been her first kiss, but their lips already moved in perfect harmony, their bodies pressed together. The large erection pressed against her mound made her shiver. Unconsciously, one of her hands reached down to stroke the thick length through his dark pants.

Max groaned into the kiss as he felt Veronica's hand stroking him. Her knees quivered as her boss traced her hourglass figure with his large hands. Max pushed into her, and Veronica pushed into him.

Veronica felt his hands reach down, she let out a small gasp when Max roughly hiked up the hem of her dress, exposing her flesh to the office's cool air. She gasped again as his large hands made contact with her skin.

"Fuck," he growled. Veronica stood up on her tiptoes as he squeezed and kneaded her perfect ass.

"What are you?" he asked in a low voice.

"I'm Mr. Bender's little Venezuelan whore."

"And are you enjoying your little toy?"

"Yes, sir," she whispered.

"Show me." Veronica yelped as Max spun her against the door.

Veronica braced herself and slowly bent over to show his boss the heart-shaped jeweled butt plug she was wearing. His eyes gleamed with lust as he stared at the jewel nestled between her cheeks. Before she left yesterday, he had given very specific instructions to wear it always while in the office.

Max's eyes darkened with lust. His thumb circled the base of the plug, the slight pressure sending waves of sensation through her. "Such an obedient little whore."

CRACK!

A sharp slap echoed throughout the office, causing Veronica to squeal, lurching forward.

He flipped her back against the door. "Did you like the way we fucked yesterday? I had to take my car to a detailing service to have it cleaned after our little episode. I bet they had a pretty good idea what they were cleaning up, too." He grinned.

"You mean when you raped me?" She glared at him.

His devilish smile grew wider. "You know what that's called, Veronica? It's called denial. You moaned like a little whore as you fucked yourself on my dick. I didn't even have to do anything. You're just a repressed little slut eagerly waiting to get fucked. You might say you aren't, but we both know that you don't mean any of it."

The memory of their encounter yesterday was still fresh in her mind, a secret thrill that had haunted her dreams. The way he had taken her in his car, the way she had begged for more, even as she had screamed that she didn't want it.

"You're such a fucking pig.

Eres un maldito cerdo degenerado.

"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You know, I should thank you as well. Since those Dutch idiots spent half the meeting staring at your tits, I don't think they even know what they agreed to." He chuckled.

Max's teeth grazed her neck as his hands slid up her back, and he continued whispering in her ear and lightly biting her neck and earlobe. Veronica shivered as Max slowly unzipped her dress. The zipper whispered open, the fabric parting to reveal her lacy black bra, the cups straining to contain her ample breasts. She gave a little shrug, making the dress slip off her shoulders and pool around her waist.

With a deft flick of his thumb, he unclasped her bra, letting her smooth, heavy tits fall into the open. The cool air of the office caused her nipples to harden into tight peaks. They bounced slightly with the motion. Max was like a man possessed.

"Oh my God!" she whimpered almost desperately as she latched onto them. She was trapped against the door, Max's towering frame pinning her in place. She couldn't even budge him, let alone push him. There was no point in struggling, no point in protesting.

His hands moved to her breasts, knocking her hands away easily, cupping them firmly, and pushing them together. He watched her reaction with a smug look as he licked her nipples. Her ass tightened around the butt plug with each lick. The intrusion made her womanhood grow warmer, like a delicious dull ache that wouldn't go away. The wet heat of his tongue sent a shiver down her spine, making her legs wobble slightly.

Veronica pressed her thighs together, but it only served to heighten the sensation. He captured her lips again, overcome by her beauty and vulnerability.

Despite herself, she felt her lips yielding to Max's, and almost immediately the tip of her boss's tongue slipped past her lips and into her mouth. Veronica responded by pressing her tongue against his.

"Do you hate me, Veronica?" He breathed against her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. She didn't know how to answer. Her mind was a tumult of conflicting emotions--it was a whirlwind of anger, confusion, lust, resentment, and desire. Hate was too simple of a word to describe what she felt for him.

Did she hate him? She had stolen money and betrayed his trust. Max was taking advantage of her situation, and to make matters worse, he was engaged. However, every time they were together, her mind would tell her one thing, but then her body would dictate something else. She didn't know where the feelings originated or if it even mattered. However, she did know this: she was attracted to Max, in a sordid kind of way.

Veronica was a little bit afraid of him, but part of her also liked how bossy and strong he was. She loved the scent of his expensive cologne whenever he pressed himself against her. The fact that she was standing completely naked in his office except for a pair of black thigh-high stockings and heels sent a salacious thrill through her. Her body was flushed, tingling with excitement, and she was aching for him to touch her pussy.

The ease with which she accepted being naked with him and the eager responsiveness of being available for this man's use was unnerving. It didn't matter whether she was in the middle of a review, typing, or on a phone call--he could have her whenever he wanted.

It was expected that even without rigid, tight interventions, she should follow the same God-fearing, good Catholic girl path as her mother, in some way, shape, or form. Veronica saw that path as her destiny, but she had bodily needs to be fulfilled. She had been fighting those desires; her entire life she had tried to push them away. Perhaps her body betraying her was just a consequence of her always being a "goody two shoes."

In other words, Veronica was a wanton slut lurking under a professional façade.

The more time she spent with Max, the more she saw the stark contrast between him and other men who had approached her in the past. While younger, less experienced men would probably be grabbing at her body with mindless, juvenile excitement, Max showed an unbelievable amount of restraint, allowing himself to relish the journey, unperturbed and fully in control.

Each caress, each kiss felt deliberate. It was as if he knew exactly how to make her burn with desire, how to make her crave his touch until she was ready to beg. He was a man who knew what he wanted and took his time savoring every moment of it.

For years she had played it safe. For years she had been the good girl, the obedient daughter, the responsible big sister, the good student. Her entire life had been a series of expectations met and lines never crossed because that's what her mother wanted. She was a woman who had been frustrated and denied her own needs for too long, and the thrill of the forbidden was like discovering a new drug. Max had shown her a dark side, given her a taste, and now, despite her best efforts, she was slowly becoming an addict, eager for the next hit.

Maybe if it's...just with him,

Veronica thought.

"Get on your knees," Max ordered.

Veronica obeyed without hesitation and quickly kneeled in front of him. With trembling fingers, she started fumbling with his belt, quickly unbuttoning his pants. To Veronica, it was like sticking her hand in a cookie jar: she knew she shouldn't do it, yet she couldn't help but reach in.

His pants fell to the floor, exposing his dark boxers, the outline of his erection clearly defined. Veronica's eyes widened slightly--the sight of his arousal making her own pulse quicken.

Veronica's slender fingers closed instinctively around his thickness, the heat of his erection searing through the fabric of his boxers. She was tingling with excitement as her hand closed around it, feeling the intense heat of the pulsing member coming right through his clothing. She kept rubbing his growing bulge through his boxers.

"Sir?" She looked up at him submissively.

Those beautiful dark eyes looked up at him. Despite her submissive posture, there was a spark in her gaze that told him she wanted this just as badly as he did. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back. God, she was so sexy.

"Ask me."

She licked her lips, which were still tingling from their kiss earlier. "May I suck your cock, Mr. Bender?"

"But of course, Miss Silva." He smiled wickedly. "You only have to ask."

Veronica took the waist of his boxers and tugged them down. His cock sprang out, long, beautiful, and curving upward. Veronica had seen his cock many times at this point, but still, she stared awestruck. Without thinking, she reached out and gently grasped it, marveling at its size and hardness in her hand.

"Fuck," Max groaned in delight--her hands were like silk.

She began to stroke his cock, moving her hand up and down the length of it, feeling the veins pulsing beneath her fingers. Her pumping increased. She loved the way his cock felt in her hand--it was so hot and manly, the powerful veins ran like the roots of a strong tree. She worked both hands up and down his stalk, flesh gliding over silky flesh. She began to stroke him in earnest, her hand moving up and down the length of his shaft with a reverence that was almost religious.

She stared longingly, almost transfixed, at his beautiful cock. With a trembling sigh, she leaned forward. Veronica's tongue licked the length of it, from the base all the way up to the tip.

Max groaned as Veronica gave his cock tender little kisses from the base all the way up. She guided Max's erect cock to her waiting mouth and parted her lips. He watched with sordid desire as her jaw was stretched to the limit, her lips taut as elastic bands as they slipped over the flaring ridge of his glans. Her eyes never left his as her mouth stretched obscenely to accommodate his girth.

He watched as she took him deeper. "Shit!" Max sighed, his hand coming up to tangle in her hair, guiding her movements. Veronica tightened her lips, immediately forming a perfect seal. Going on pure instinct, she slowly started bobbing her head back and forth, her eyes never leaving his.

"You look so pretty with a cock in your mouth." Max rested one of his hands on top of her head, guiding her up and down his pulsating shaft. The slurping sounds grew louder in the corner office. Her pink tongue caressed the underside of his shaft, seemingly tracing every vein.

As Veronica bobbed her head up and down, she felt a surge of power and desire coursing through her veins. Her cheeks hollowed and nostrils flared as she inhaled his masculine scent, mingled with the sweet aroma of her own arousal.

"Stick your tongue out!" he ordered. Veronica quickly complied and extended her tongue. With a smirk, Max dragged his wet cock up and down the length of her tongue.

"Do you like sucking my cock, Veronica?" He smirked.

Veronica slurped. "Yes, sir. I love sucking your cock," she panted.

Max shoved his cock back in her mouth. His hand gripped the base of his shaft as he pushed it deeper, the tip of his cock pressing against the side of her cheek.

Max's grip on her hair grew tighter, his hips rocking forward to meet her eager mouth. She began to stroke it, moving her hand up and down in rhythm with her bobbing head, feeling the veins pulse beneath her fingers. Veronica could feel the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat, and she knew she had to take it all in.

Veronica gagged and coughed, and a thick line of drool slipped from the corners of her mouth and pooled on the carpet below her.

Max slid out of her throat. "Give me your hands," he ordered. Veronica lifted her arms, and Max took both her hands in one of his and held them high above her head against the door. This made her pitch forward slightly, and her breasts hung more freely, the way he liked them to look.

Without her arms to steady her, Veronica's lips tightened around his cock. Her large breasts swayed in time with her rocking motion. He began to thrust his cock into her mouth, fucking her face. She stayed perfectly still as he guided his cock in and out of her mouth with increasing force, ramming his stiff rod as far in as he could.

"{gluk}...{gluk}...{gluk}...{gluk}...{gluk}...{gluk}...{gluk}...{gluk}...{gluk}...phuhhh!!!"

The room echoed with vulgar, wet, slurping noises that were befitting this sweaty, sticky blowjob session. The mix of pre-cum and saliva created a white froth around her lips.

He watched as his cock slid in and out of her wet, pouting lips, her eyes still locked onto his. He pushed harder, filling her mouth completely, the tip of his cock nudging the entrance to her throat with each thrust.

Max let go of her hands. He stared at the beautiful reflection on one of the windows of his office. The way she bobbed her head up and down made her hair sway with each movement. Max thought of recording one of their private sessions one of these days.

The feeling of her lips and tongue on him was exquisite, and as he began to move his hips in time with her bobbing head, he could feel the release building within him, threatening to break free. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge beneath the head of his cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

He gripped her hair, pulling her head back just enough to look her in the eyes. Veronica's gaze met his--she knew what he wanted, and in that moment, she was more than willing to give it to him. Her lips parted, revealing her perfectly straight, white teeth, and Max felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine.

He felt the familiar tension building inside him, his muscles tensing, his breath growing ragged. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer, but instead of finishing down her throat, he had other plans.

Max pulled her head back again, just enough for their eyes to meet. She stared up at him with a mixture of lust and submission, her lips wet and swollen from the workout they had just been on.

"Shit! I'm gonna come!" he grunted.

Max let out a growl as he released his seed, feeling the warmth of his cum splash across her face. The first rope splattered in a vertical arch across Veronica's face, making her gasp, ending up on her forehead. The second rope was a direct shot into her mouth--she swallowed instinctively, filling her mouth with its salty taste.

Strand after strand of his cum landed on her lips, her cheeks, and her nose. Max groaned and shuddered, holding her in place as he buried her face under thick ropes of hot cum. Strings of his fresh cum connected her lips. The pearly white color made a beautiful contrast on her golden skin.

"Holy shit!" he sighed. "What are you?"

He watched as she opened her eyes, still looking up at him with a mix of desire and submission. The sticky warmth of his seed painted her face in a hot, white river. "I'm Mr. Bender's"--she coughed, her voice thick with Max's cum--"little... Venezuelan whore." Drool and cum ran down her neck, her face streaked with mascara and cum.

"Go get cleaned up," he said, fixing his clothes. "Today, I want you wearing nothing except a pair of high heels."

"But...What if someone shows up?"

Max's smile grew wider, his eyes darkening with a hint of mischief. "Then let's hope nobody shows up."

Veronica made her way to the bathroom to freshen up. Looking into the mirror, she felt a strange mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. Her hair was a mess, strands stuck to her face and neck, black mascara ran down her face mixed with white cum, and her eyes were slightly red from the rough treatment. A small smile appeared on her face--she had done something so wrong and so unlike her.

The way her body responded to his touch--it was addictive. It was as if she had finally found a piece of herself she didn't even know was missing. It was almost as if she were staring at a completely different person. She saw a woman who was coming alive in a way she never had before... and she enjoyed it.

After washing her face and fixing her hair and makeup, Veronica took a deep breath and opened the door. The cool air kissed her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. Goose pimples appeared on her ass and back as she sat down on the cold leather chair, and the butt plug pressed into her more firmly. She spent the rest of the morning working naked except for her heels and black stockings.

Aware of Max's schedule, she knew there were no meetings planned for today. However, if someone were to arrive unexpectedly and inquire about him, they would call from the lobby to inform her. Veronica now knew the real Max. She'd feared he'd accept just to screw with her, and she would probably have to greet anyone who'd walked through those doors completely naked.