Reward

After she recovers, Laurel waves you over before saying, “You deserve a reward for that, little one.”

You stand and walk over to the couch. Your wife pats the seat next to her. You sit. Meghan looks up at you with lust-filled eyes.

You pat your thighs, and your secretary sits on your lap facing you.

“No, turn around.”

She sits facing out with your cock rising between her legs.

“Good girl, now ride my cock like a good little slut.”

She lifts up and slips you inside her soaked pussy. She moans as she takes you inch by inch into her tight slipperiness.

“Oh, God, Mistress, it feels so good!” she moans as you think you hit her g-spot.

"Ride it, slut. Show us how much you want this cock," your wife growls, rubbing her clit as she watches. You can tell she's getting aroused again, and you love it.

Meghan bounces faster, her breasts bouncing with each strong thrust onto your cock. She's moaning louder now as she gets closer to orgasm. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" she shouts, her pussy clenching around your dick as she climaxes. You groan and fill her with another load, your seed shooting deep inside her.

As you catch your breath, Laurel pulls Meghan off of you and pushes her to the floor. "Now, lick his cock clean."

Meghan obediently gets on her knees and begins sucking your softening member, taking every last drop of your cum and her juices from your shaft. Once done, she looks up at both of you with a satisfied grin. "Thank you, Mistress...I mean Sir and Mistress." She curtsies and stands up straight before heading back to the desk to finish the dictation.

"She's coming along nicely," Laurel says with a smirk. "I think we've found ourselves an excellent secretary."

"Agreed," you say, admiring Meghan'

Laurel sits at your feet and strokes your cock back to fullness, occasionally lowering her mouth to suck its thick length. Then she stands to sit on your lap facing you, taking your shaft deep inside her.

“I get so worked up when I discipline your help. I just want to have you fuck me till midnight,” she says as we fuck.

You moan as your wife's tight pussy envelopes your rigid cock. Her warmth and wetness feel fantastic as she rocks her hips, grinding against you. On the desk, you and your wife can hear Meghan's rapid typing filling the room, punctuated by the occasional moan or gasp from Laurel as she rides you. Your cock twitches as your climax nears.

"Oh fuck, baby, I'm cumming," you groan, thrusting deep inside your wife one last time before unleashing your load into her welcoming depths. Laurel moans in ecstasy as her pussy clenches around your cock milking every drop of your seed from you. You both enjoy your mutual releases, slumping against each other as you finish.

As you both catch your breath, Meghan clears her throat to get your attention. "D-do you need me to do anything else for you, Sir?" she asks timidly, blushing redder than before.

"That will be all for today," Laurel says, still catching her breath. "You may go home and think about what we discussed today. Be ready to continue where we left off tomorrow."

"Thank you, Mist... I mean Sir and Mistress," Meghan stammers, hiking up her skirt and rushing out of the office, slamming the door behind her.