Blushing, I stood in front of the chief, not knowing where to go for shame and fear. The mistake I made in leaving the fax (and this is the first month of work!) Cost the company that much money, how much I don’t earn and for a hundred lives. Even working for the not so prestigious, but highly paid, position of secretary to the general director.

- Well, what are we going to do, Victoria Pavlovna? - Tired of yelling, the chief looked at me.

Almost crying, I bleated:

- I will write a letter of resignation, Alexander Vyacheslavovich, today.

The chef just chuckled.

- Do you think this will help me?

His gaze suddenly became thoughtful and slid over me. I even sweated under this appraising look through my clothes. I was wearing a light transparent blouse, through which laces of a bra shone through, and a short narrow skirt that wrapped hips around her hips like a second skin. The outfit was completed with sandals on a high heel, consisting literally of a pair of thin straps.

- Well, what, you will work out your mistake? Remember, I will not give you leave. Apply - get ready for payments. So come here, baby.

I almost fell off my heels from such a transition. Feverish thoughts ran through my mind, and the chief looked at me expectantly. As if in a dream, I went around the table and stood a step away from the chief's chair. Without wasting time, he pulled my elbow, and I was on his lap. The chief immediately launched his hand under my blouse, feeling my breasts through the laces of the bra. His fingers, by no means gentle, were dominated by their clothes, and I could not come to my senses. From the unreality of what is happening, I was dizzy.

“How good you smell,” I heard, as if through a veil, and felt that I had been penetrated under the skirt. The imperious hand invaded between the thighs, and I had to, yielding to the onslaught, slightly spread my legs. Panties from the finest fabric could not serve at least some kind of barrier, and my lips were attacked by hard fingers. Having torn me between my legs, the chief decided that this was not enough.

“Good,” he said. “Now go out to the middle of the office and take off your clothes.”

Like a somnambulist, I swam from the table and, closing my eyes tightly, began to undress. The blouse, fastened with only one button on the chest, and the skirt did not cause me any particular difficulties. However, before removing the bra, I hesitated.

- Well?

The chef's voice urged me on, and, putting my hands behind my back, I undid the clasps. My breasts jumped out of a little tight captivity.

- OU! - I heard the chef again. “I think you don't need a bra, Victoria.” Why do you hide such beauty?

Considering the question rhetorical, I proceeded to the panties, if you can call that shred of fabric that covered my pubis. I thrust my thumbs under the thin ribbons, shaking my hips, as I saw in some erotic film, began to lower my panties to my knees. When the panties fell at my feet, I heard the voice of the chief, in which approval was heard:

- You are completely shaved. I like it ... Well, now open your eyes.

Opening my eyes, I saw that the chef had already left the chair and was now sitting on the edge of the table just three steps away from me. The chief just threw off his jacket, remained fully dressed, even his tie did not loosen. And I stood in front of him on bending legs, completely naked, not daring to hide behind my hands. But not the feeling of shame made me strain. The chef's fly was unbuttoned, and from there a huge member was sticking out in all its formidable glory. Eagerly looking at my body, the chef slowly stroked his gun with his hand. I hastily looked away from this procedure, with horror realizing how the lower stomach is filled with sweet languor. Having caught my eye, the chief grinned:

- He asks for you very much in your mouth, serve the baby.

Approaching, I stooped, and my nostrils felt the faint aroma of a male organ.In all splendor, he billowed in front of me, trembling as if in impatience. Opening her mouth, I gently grabbed the most top of my penis with my lips. The chief sighed loudly, and I felt a strong hand on my head. The pressure was so strong that I barely had time to open my mouth wider, as a huge member was immediately driven deep into my throat.

- Suck, good suck.

Following the instructions of the chief, I began to serve his hard member. He asked the rhythm himself, clutching at my hair and tugging at my head like a doll one. Obeying, I swallowed the member so deeply that tears drew in my eyes, and my breathing fell, blocked by the head, which was driven into the very throat. Finally, the chef let go of my hair, and then I felt his hand lay on my highly upturned ass. Squeezing my buttocks, the chief, leaning forward a bit, reached for my crotch. Having stroked his anus, frightened and cringing under this caress, his hand moved to the vagina.

- Yes, you're all wet

Alas, it was necessary to admit. Rejoicing respite, I released a member from his mouth. However, the chef should not feel a lack of attention to his huge "baby", but what good things again will have to swallow him too deep. My tongue fluttered over the swollen purple head, in addition, I grabbed the trunk with my fingers and began to jerk it hard. Meanwhile, the chef's fingers, without meeting any obstacles, were tearing at my vagina with might and main. Now nothing can change, and I patiently endured such an unceremonious appeal.

Finally, the chef decided that I was quite prepared for his huge member, which he did not fail to tell me. Without delaying the case indefinitely, he imperiously unfolded me and sat me on the edge of the table. Instinctively, I squeezed my hips. But it was not there. The chief grabbed my leg and laid it on his shoulder, and pressed the second one so that the bent knee touched the table surface, while I had to lie back and lie down on the table. I almost howled, stretched in the crotch to the limit. Vaginal sponges, apparently, were also widely opened, as the chef, running his fingers over them, hemmed with satisfaction. Then he took up his penis and, putting him to my wet and shamelessly opened vagina in front of him, abruptly entered me. And suddenly he stopped, moaning:

- What are you close ...

Rather, his cock is very big. I didn't say that out loud, feeling impaled, so tightly covered my stretched vagina as hard as a wooden member. After a pause, the chief began to drive him into me. At first, the piston that walked in me with difficulty gave me only pain. But the young organism gradually took its toll, and now my muffled groans are woven into the growl of the muzhik processing me.

Under the blows of a powerful member of my ass crawled on the edge of the table. Something sharp was digging into the scapula, the crotch was still stretched so that it seemed: it would break me a little more. But I didn’t pay attention to it anymore, leaving my body at the complete disposal of the chief fucking me. And after a few movements of the powerful piston in me, I convulsively arched on the table and rapidly finished. My groans and contractions of the vagina caused a backlash. The chief pulled out a member and with a roar sent hot thick jets to me. Sperm hit my lips and I, still shaking from the incessant orgasm, felt how she was filling my shaved pubis.

Having come to myself in a few moments, I was embarrassed. The chief breathing heavily leaned over me, leaning on the table with his hands. And I lay in front of him in a shameless pose, all drenched between the legs tart-smelling sperm. In general, the usual secretarial position. Then the chief straightened up and, as if nothing had happened, removed the drooping member, fastened his pants and said:

- Go to the shower, put yourself in order, I will wash after.

I gathered things scattered on the floor, blushing under the cheeky smiling look of the chief. He did not miss a single moment of this performance, it’s good that the clothes ...