Your door opens

There is the faintest of taps on your door and it opens part way, Meghan' scute face framed in the opening.

"I wanted to let you know I came back early Mr. Chandler, in case..." the words freeze in her mouth as her eyes take in the scene of the blonde intern squirming in your lap, driving your cock into herself.

"OhMyGod, I'm sorry to interrupt, I'm sorry," she babbles but doesn't back out, standing in the partly open door watching you fuck Jean. You make a firm gesture of your head at her, which could be interpreted to mean leave or come in. She steps inside and closes the door, leaning against it, fascinated.

Jean hasn't noticed her, engrossed in the pleasure of your thrusting cock, her head pulled back by your hands tangled in her hair. You bite her nipples again and she groans deeply, her hips driving down on you.

You stare at Meghan, who watches her face stricken with a mix of emotions. She rubs one hand over her breast while she watches, her lips parted, her breathing deepening. You hold her eyes as you devour Jean's breasts and pump your cock into her.

"It's so good, so good," Jean gasps as she rides you, her hands on your shoulders driving her deep onto you. "Pull my hair, pull my hair, pull my hair, Oh God, PULL MY HAIR!" she cries as she starts to come, pounding her ass down against you to fill every bit of her tight cunt. Across the room Meghan watches wide eyed, one hand at her breast, the other pressing against her mound.

With a single movement you hold Jean's ass and stand, lifting her out of the chair and laying her on your desk, your cock never leaving her grasping pussy. Cupping her ass you start thrusting deeply into her, staring at Meghan as your orgasm starts to build. Jean raises her knees and squeezes you, pressing her welcoming cunt hard against you.

"So Good!" she wails, "You fill me, you fill me, you fucking fill me!" You start to come, spurting scalding cream into her tightness, staring at Meghan as you drain yourself into the blonde writhing on your desk.

Finally empty, you pull out, leaving Jean sprawled on your desk, her eyes closed, humming softly. With a gesture you beckon Meghan over, and she comes reluctantly, biting her lip, her hands still playing with her breast. You push her to her knees between Jean's spread thighs and **** her head towards the oblivious blonde's oozing pussy. Meghan looks back at you in mute appeal, but you are relentless, pushing her mouth into the steamy, cream filled blonde cunt. She obediently begins lapping, her tongue parting the swollen lips and drinking up your come.

"Ohhhhhh, that's so good, ohhhhh don't stop," the slender blonde moans pressing herself against Meghan's mouth. Jean's eyes are still closed, and she plays one hand across her breasts, stroking her nipples.

"I'm going to come again," Jean gasps, pushing herself against Meghan's mouth. "Don't stop, Oh Don't Stop, Ohhhhhhh I'm Coming!" she cries, rocking herself against your secretary's lapping tongue. Her body shudders with the spasms, and her eyes suddenly go wide, puzzlement at seeing you standing above her mingling with the excitement of her orgasm. As it subsides, she props herself on her elbows, still rocking her hips against Meghan's mouth, then looks down between her legs, seeing the wavy red curls of your secretary's head between her thighs.

"My secretary," you explain to her mute question. "She came in without knocking and I'm punishing her for her rudeness." Jean's eyes are wide with shock and confusion, not unmingled with pleasure, as Meghan's tongue continues to lap your come out of the blonde's pussy.

"Do you want her to continue? To make you come again?" you ask, but Jean shakes her head silently.

"Very well. That's enough wench."

"Yes Mr Chandler," Meghan says meekly, sitting back on her heels. "I'm sorry for coming in, Sir. I'll try harder to behave."

Jean slides off the desk, staring at your kneeling secretary then at you, her face confused.

"Put your dress on and go back to Mr. Gavin Jean. Tell him I said 'thank you,' and tell him that I said he and I should get together soon for a bit of spitroasting."

"Spitroasting, sir?"

"He'll know what I mean. Now run along, and close the door after you." You watch her leave and then turn your attention back to Meghan who sits meekly, as though waiting further punishment.

"Have you anything to say for yourself, wench?"

"I'm sorry for barging in sir, and thank you for punishing me. Thank you for making me lick up your come from her pussy. Thank you so much, sir."

"You're definitely making improvements, Meghan."