Leaning back and yawning, Taylah struggled to stay awake. The desk full of work meant hours before she could leave and submit to the sleep her body begged for. If she didn't work for such a desirable Doctor, her tiny toosh would be out the door in a second. Headache building, Taylah scanned the trial medicines in front of her. Searching for a pain killer she spots a generic bottle labeled 'relaxation' and with sleep-deprived delusion, took two pills from it's contents and swallowed them whole.
Numbing her head and loosening her body, it wasn't long before the effects of the mystery medication had her feeling flimsy. Taylah tried to stay focused, but her mind kept wandering and wondering about Dr. Hugh and the big bulge in his pants. A ring on his finger represented a lack of availability, but did not deter his raunchy receptionist from constructing crude and erotic events between them in her horny head.
Fantasizing about him filled many hours of Taylah's work day, her mind creating several scenes of the two romping ruthlessly on her desk, or her moist mouth cuddling and caressing his tool tightly until climax. This was the very reason the saucy secretary was behind in her job and working late. Taylah snaps out of daydreaming and submits to a solo evening behind her desk. Head down and arse up, the workload wanes.
This new found focus, quickly expires. Thinking sleep deprivation has her hallucinating, Taylah lets out a scream and falls backward. Opening the door and exiting the Doctor's office, was Hugh. His tie loosened and top of shirt unbuttoned made butterflies flutter in the stunned secretaries stomach. "I-I-I I thought I was alone", Taylah stuttered. "Can I get you anything, Dr.?", she offered after composing herself. A wicked grin formed freely above his chiseled chin and he replied, "I was about to ask you the same thing".
Strutting with a sexy swagger in her direction, Hugh appeared slightly inebriated with his relaxed rouse. Reaching her desk and proceeding closer, Taylah was excited by her boss's alcohol infused mouth and with the information it slurred into her ear. "I thought you might like a massage, I know bending over the desk all day can cause tension", pausing whilst his tongue wet his lips, Hugh continued "You are so dedicated to your job and I would like to show my appreciation".
Time needed for a decision, was not on Taylah's checklist, a moment like this would bring dreams of hers to life. Hugh places powerful and forceful finger tips deep into her shoulder muscles and begins his manipulation. Slow and steady followed with a heat-creating hardness, triggering tingles in Taylah's panties and inducing a secret secretion. Warm, soft and big hands were shameless with their caressing care. "Fuck me now!" Taylah screamed in her head, wishing he would service her needs.
The man was a mind reader, or Taylah's last request was heard from within her spinning skull because Hugh's procession involved ripping the chair around and her from it. Sitting down and positioning her on his lap, the devious Doctor continued delivering the racy rub-down.
Demanding relaxation, Hugh places pressure, triggering her to tip backward and rest against his strong chest. The new position points her breasts out, giving a clear path to play and pinch for the welcomed invader. An erogenous encouragement in the form of pulling her hips down and burying her buttocks deep into his crotch, was all Taylah needed to confirm this was not a chiropractic session.
Acceptance to his gift-giving was presented when Taylah's fingers unbuttoned her blouse, giving access for Hugh's hands to sensually stroke her naked skin. A warm, wet tongue tickles, however tantalizes, with its flirtatious flickering across his willing prays shoulders. Grinding, heavily and with devoted diligence, Miss Taylah assigns her backend the job of ensuring an engagement with his erection occurs and no changes of mind are made.
Her efforts appear successful in the shape of a briefly presented rock, hard rod that was subsequently slammed into her perfectly designed, hot hole. Readily available with it's lack of underwear and leaking love juice, Taylah's gap greedily gaped open and welcomed it's visitor. Like the glass of champagne you are given at the arrival of an event, a slow rocking motion is offered by herself to begin what will go off with a bonking force his wife could not possibly produce. This ensured seconds would be asked for, the next time Hugh got hungry.
Appearing to enjoy and appreciate the devotion delivered to his hard-on, Hugh's hands helped themselves to Taylah's pulsing pussy. A gynecologist didn't have the knowledge this man proved to possess as he poked and prodded with direct aim. Circling all his feisty fingers around her slippery slit, hitting every button that was sure to create a come-filled climax.
Taylah's tits jumped joyfully, expressing their happiness as their owner bounced up and down with full force whilst her hole gobbled greedily at the stiff shaft that stoked un-relentlessly. Grabbing a handful of long hair and gently gripping the front of her throat with a playful pressure, Taylah reacts with the reply "squeeze tighter" and places her feet up against the desk helping him make his way further inside.
Big and broad, his cock filled her entire emptiness, searching and seeking for any spare space. With Hugh's newly discovered, admirable ability to serve and conquer, the internal explosion building in Taylah's loins implodes and leaks down her long legs. A warm fluid flows up into her when Hugh's firework creates it's own celebration juices, leaving the pair locked in lust to recover from the breathtaking display.
Hearing a noise, Taylah launches forward to detach her body from the crime that was just committed. In her haste she falls onto the desk, bumping her head and passing out. Upon coming to, Taylah finds herself alone. Confused and hurt that her boss had not stayed to ensure her safety, she also questioned why he would place her in her chair before leaving the scene. Looking up, it was clear the office door was locked and no sign of Hugh.
Feeling fuzzy, Taylah remembers the poorly labeled, tub of tablets she had treated herself with earlier. Turning to her computer, she researches the information that had been supplied for correct labeling of the new prescription. Reading the words on the screen made her groan, it appears Dr. Hugh had not entertained her this evening. A comatose state, induced by impulsive pill popping, was the cause for the amount of moisture covering her thighs and the images remaining in her head.
Collecting her belongings in preparation to leave, Taylah was still bewildered as to how her blouse had become unbuttoned and her hair disheveled. Pushing her chair into the desk, she notices the tie Hugh had worn to work that day, knotted but loose. Picking it up to place against her nose and enjoy his scent, Taylah's nostrils are met with the distinct aroma of her own perfume.
By Lynda Gordon
