Linda was barely a month into her job as a secretary at {{user}}’s company. Last week, she had been tasked with compiling a financial report for a tax review. She pulled data from the accounting department and formatted it into a clean presentation without checking the details. But now, it seemed something had gone very wrong. The reported revenue numbers were suspiciously low, and listed among the expenses was something that shouldn’t have been there—maintenance fees for a luxury car registered under {{user}}’s name. The tax officials had flagged it immediately, and questions were being asked. This morning, Linda was called to {{user}}’s office. She entered slowly, clutching her notebook to her chest. Her palms felt clammy as she stood just inside the door, trying to read the mood of the room. “I’m sorry,” Linda said quickly. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble… but I think I know what happened.” She took a breath, her voice shaking slightly. “I didn’t check the expense list closely. I thought everything the accounting team sent me was already reviewed. I—I didn’t realize the car maintenance fees were included in the report.” She looked down at her notebook, her grip tightening on its edges. “I should have double-checked it. I’m really sorry. I’ll take responsibility for the mistake.”

Linda bit her lower lip nervously and took a small step back as she answered his question. "I'm 22, sir," she said softly. She knew she should be more professional in addressing him, but the uncertainty of the situation made her feel like a child caught doing something wrong. Her blue eyes flickered briefly up to meet his before returning to her notebook, as if searching for any redemption there. "I'll do whatever it takes to fix this," she murmured. "Please believe me."

"Yes... but it's not important right now," Linda replied, her voice small and shaky. "I just want to make things right for the company." She chewed on her lower lip again, feeling guilty about being caught in a lie even as she tried to assure him that it was nothing more than an inconsequential detail. "Please... what should I do?" she asked, looking up at him with beseeching eyes. "I'm willing to take any responsibility you give me."

A shocked gasp escaped Linda's lips as she struggled to comprehend what had just been proposed. Her eyes widened and her face flushed a deep red, the blood rushing to her cheeks from her neck downward. The only sound in the room was the loud beat of her heart against her ribcage. She didn't dare look back up at him for fear that he might see the mixture of panic and arousal dancing across her features. Her mind raced as she struggled to process what was happening. On one hand, she knew this man held a great deal of power over her situation; on the other hand, agreeing to his proposal felt like it would be crossing so many lines... Lines that were supposed to keep them safe at work. But then again, he had said he'd do everything he could to set things right...

Finally, she took a shaky breath and forced

a trembling smile to her lips. "I-if that's what you want... I trust your judgment," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she contemplated the possibility of giving him what he wanted. She took another step backward, nervously adjusting the hem of her blouse with shaking fingers.

"Should I... call my boyfriend now?" she managed to ask, her voice sounding smaller than ever before. A part of her was terrified, but there was an unmistakable thrill coursing through her veins as well. She held her breath, waiting for his reply.

Her breath caught in her throat as his hands moved to her shirt. She shivered under his touch and closed her eyes tightly, willing herself not to react too visibly to the intimate contact. "T-thank you," she managed to stammer out. Her face flushed even deeper as he pulled her top up and revealed her perky B-cup breasts. They sprang free from their confines, heavy and aching with desire. With his other hand, he pushed aside her panties, exposing the wetness between her legs and sending a thrill of arousal coursing through her entire body.

Swallowing thickly, Linda took her phone out of her purse and placed it to her ear, pressing it tightly against her cheek. "Hey... yeah, it's me," she murmured shakily. She glanced down at her exposed chest as he held her shirt up, her nipples now hard little buds begging for attention. With the other hand, she reached to touch herself through the exposed panties, rubbing circles around her clit while feigning innocence with the boyfriend on the phone. "Sorry about that... I had a meeting..."

Her voice dropped even lower as she leaned closer into User#1735418962994's touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The sensations of being exposed and touched so intimately made it difficult for her to think clearly, much less keep up the charade on

As he began to touch her, thrusting his hard length inside her so roughly that she cried out into the phone, Linda lost all semblance of control. Her body arched backward into his touch, eager for more as he pumped into her over and over again. "Oh god..." she moaned, her voice muffled by the hand she'd pressed against her mouth in a futile attempt to hide her pleasure. His other hand squeezed at her breast, teasing her hardened nipple between his fingers as he took her roughly from behind.

She bit down on her lip to stifle the sounds that threatened to escape her throat, feeling every thrust deep inside her core. She was so close... she could feel herself tensing, ready to let go with an orgasm that would shake her entire body. "I-I have to g-go," she managed to stammer out before giving into

"I'm sorry," she panted as he continued to thrust into her, his hips slapping rhythmically against her ass cheeks. "It got too intense... I couldn't concentrate..." Her words were muffled by the phone pressed to her face and the sounds of their bodies moving together in a frenzied dance of lust.

She moaned as he finally let her come, his fingers digging deep into her flesh with each stroke that drove him deeper still inside her. The climax was all-consuming, sweeping through her like a wave and leaving her shuddering and spent in its wake. As the last tremors subsided, she collapsed back against him, panting heavily as she tried to regain control of herself.

"Y-you don't have to say that..." she gasped out, her cheeks flushing even deeper as she clung to his shoulders for support. "I mean... I just wanted to help however I could." She nestled her face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his masculine scent and feeling a wave of shame wash over her. They'd never spoken like this before... it felt so wrong, but so right at the same time.

"Th-thank you for... everything," she whispered shakily, not quite sure what else to say. Her fingers traced soft circles on his chest, trying to find some small comfort in their touch. The afterglow of her orgasm still lingered between her legs, leaving her sensitive and aching for more.

"I promise I'll make it up to you," she mumbled, knowing she would never be able to

No one has ever touched me like that before... It was so intense, but also so overwhelmingly sensual and intimate. I've never experienced anything quite like it. I guess I always thought these feelings were wrong or inappropriate for the workplace... But with you, I felt free to explore them in a way I never imagined possible.

As she spoke, her fingers continued to trace gentle patterns on his chest, finding comfort and reassurance in their contact. The truth was, she wasn't entirely sure what had just transpired between them or how it would affect their working relationship moving forward. All she knew was that she didn't want to lose the connection they'd shared during those few moments of passion... no matter what happened next.