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Have you ever stepped in your boss’ office without permission? What can you see there? Your boss fucking a secretary, for sure yes! So, always knock, before you enter!

It was a usual working day. I was sitting in my office and playing some on-line game. Suddenly a colleague of mine came up to me, saying she needed to print about twenty pages, but couldn’t find the paper neither in printer, nor in the copier, not anywhere else. She asked me to fetch some.

OK, I decided to be a real gentleman and help the lady. I went to the other story, I knew that in the boss’s office there was always some “just in case” paper. I came into the office, the secretary wasn’t there. It was very silent there, safe for certain sounds coming from the closed doors.

I half opened the door (which they forgot to close) and saw such an amazing picture – our boss was fucking Samantha. The funny thing here is that she hadn’t slept with him for two years! Guess, she fucked up somewhat seriously, and just had to work it out this way…

I saw it hurt her; the boss was ramming her hard, getting his dick inside her up to the balls. Poor thing, she tried to sort of sneak out of him, but he turned her around and continued drilling her even harder, holding her butt with his hands. I guess it was his third or fourth cumming in the row, so it wasn’t that easy to be fast, well, you know what I mean. As for Samantha, all she apparently wanted was to get off that fucking stem and be left along.

Seemed the boss was tired of her pussy. He set it free. Getting on his tiptoes, he began entering her virgin asshole. Samantha, realizing he was gonna tear it apart, began to creep away from him. She was violently punished for that. He entered her at full length. I saw tears in her eyes. These tears were obviously of no importance for boss. Looked, he was gonna cum at least five more times before having enough of her. He kept the puss-fucking tempo. The girl was sort of out of reality, she didn’t react anymore.

Meantime I glanced at her other hole – you know, fairly speaking, judging by the way it looked, he really FUCKED it. The vulva lips were kind of standing out, they didn’t even meet. They were red and lifeless. I couldn’t even imagine her butt in several minutes…
At this moment the boss groaned, pulled the girl up, and came in her ass. It helped her recover consciousness. She began begging him to stop, promising not to make such mistakes ever again. In her dreams! The boss didn’t even give her a respite. He accelerated the tempo. Even I could hear the previous cumming squelch in her hole. But he was never satisfied. I bet the girl damned that day, her mistakes, or maybe even her whole life.

After tearing the asshole apart he returned to her vagina. There was a huge dildo lying on the chair near them. The boss saw it and entered Samantha’s butt with it. The dildo was getting swelling. In about 20 seconds the girl’s hole was like a big circle that was very and very tight. Her eyes popped out of their sockets, her face was so red that resembled the over ripe tomato. It turned the boss on, and being even too over aroused, he came. He used the girl’s clothes to wipe.

The girl was trying to sit on the floor, or something. As soon as her butt touched the floor, the dildo began buzzing. The boss took it out of her ass and got it deep in her snatch. Setting the “bull’s cock” regime, he ordered to have it in till the end of the working day.

Out of harm’s way I decided to leave the office before they noticed me – I had no desire to be done just like the secretary! I made up my mind to return in some 20 minutes and to see if the girl was fine.

In about half an hour I came into that office, saying I came to get some paper for the printer. I saw her and gave her a smile. Yapp, seemed the dildo was still on. She couldn’t not only say a word, it was impossible for her event to move or turn around. I took the paper and went to work. Poor thing, I felt sorry for her.

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