La lluvia y el harén secreto

The little café on the edge of town was nearly empty. Outside, a warm summer rain hammered the glass and drummed on the veranda roof. I sat at a corner table, and across from me was my secretary Lena—three years of her tight skirts and lingering glances at my lips had driven me to quiet madness.

"You're not wearing stockings again," I said softly, running my fingers along her knee under the table. Her skin was hot, slightly damp from the humidity.

Lena flinched but didn't pull away. Her cheeks flushed pink.

"And you're looking at me like you want to fuck me right here," she whispered, biting her lower lip. "Max, someone could walk in... the waitress just went into the kitchen."

I didn't answer with words. I just squeezed her thigh harder, sliding my palm higher under her short black skirt. My fingers brushed the edge of her panties—already soaked. Lena let out a quiet breath, spreading her legs a little wider. Her gaze turned heavy, hungry.

"You know I've been picturing you fucking me on your desk for ages," she murmured, leaning closer. "But here too? You're fucking crazy, boss."

"That's exactly why you're dripping," I rasped, running a finger along her slit through the thin fabric. Lena gripped my knees under the table, her nails digging into my trousers.

The rain picked up, drowning out our breathing. The café was empty, but the door could swing open any second—that thought only made it hotter. I pushed her panties aside and slowly pushed two fingers into her hot, slick pussy. Lena let out a soft moan, eyes fluttering shut.

"Fuck... deeper," she breathed, lifting her hips to meet my hand. "I want to feel you stretching me..."

I started fucking her with my fingers, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in to the knuckle. Her juices ran down my palm, dripping onto the chair. Lena's breath came fast, her tits heaving under the thin blouse. I could see her nipples hard and tight.

"Get on my lap," I ordered in a low voice.

She didn't argue. A quick glance at the door, and she slid onto my knees, facing the table, her back to me. Her skirt hiked up, I unzipped my fly and pulled out my hard, throbbing cock. The head pressed against her wet slit.

"Slow..." she whispered, trembling. "I want to feel every inch..."

I grabbed her hips and started pushing in. Her hot, tight pussy gripped me like it never wanted to let go. Lena let out a soft whimper as I sank to the root. Her walls clenched around my shaft, slick and scorching.

"Oh fuck... you're so thick today," she moaned, starting to roll her hips. "Fuck me... but quiet. If someone walks in..."

I wrapped my arm around her waist and started thrusting up, deep and hard. Every stroke made her tits bounce. The wet sounds of our bodies got lost in the rain. I slid my hand under her blouse, squeezed her big soft breast, twisted her nipple. Lena arched, dropping her head back onto my shoulder.

"Yeah... like that... pinch harder," she gasped. "I'm your little secretary slut... fuck me however you want."

I sped up, pounding her pussy harder. The table creaked. Lena bit her lip to keep from screaming. Her juices ran freely over my balls. Then she tensed, her cunt starting to pulse hard.

"I'm gonna... fuck, I'm coming..." she whimpered, voice shaking.

I felt her walls clamp down on my cock in a spasm. Lena shuddered, letting out tiny sobs of pleasure. Her orgasm was long and wet—her cream sprayed onto my pants. I didn't stop, fucking her straight through the peak.

When she went limp, I yanked her up, bent her over the table, hands braced on the edge. Her skirt bunched at her waist, panties dangling off one ankle. I slammed into her from behind in one brutal thrust, balls deep. Lena moaned loud, no longer caring.

"More... harder... I want you to fill me with cum," she rasped, pushing back. "Imagine if someone walks in right now and sees the boss fucking his secretary in a café..."

That thought pushed me over the edge. I grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and started drilling her hard and fast. My balls slapped against her soaked pussy. Lena moaned louder, one hand reaching between her legs to rub her clit.

"Come inside me... please..." she begged.

I felt it building. My body tensed, and thick ropes of cum started flooding her hot cunt. I growled, still thrusting, milking every drop. Lena came a second time, her pussy sucking my cock dry.

We froze, panting. Cum slowly trickled out of her, down her thighs. The rain kept falling outside. Lena turned her head, smiling at me with pleasure-teary eyes.

"Now you've got your own little harem in the office... just me," she whispered. "And you're going to fuck me every day... wherever you want."

I kissed her neck, still buried inside her.

"Already want to go again," I said hoarsely.

She laughed softly, clenching around me.

"Then don't pull out... let someone walk in. Let them see whose I am now."