Look, I like to think of myself, for the most part, as a good guy. My company is among the top in our industry working to reduce our carbon footprint, and greenhouse emissions. My employees – be they as high up on the corporate ladder as the CFO or as far down the rungs as a lowly factory worker – all receive a decent wage, great benefits and job security. I have two wonderful kids, one in high school, the other just about to head off to college, and I’m even on relatively good terms with my ex-wife. My life is pretty great, and like I said, I am all around a nice enough guy.

So what’s the big deal if I have one teeny, tiny vice. Is it so wrong if I, a good father, a good boss, and an all around good man, fuck and abuse my young, gorgeous secretary? Is that so goddamn wrong?! I mean, can you blame me!? She wears those perfectly ass-hugging pencil skirts that make it fucking obvious she’s either wearing a thong or no panties at all. She’s always strutting around on those impossibly high stilettos that make her legs look impossibly long even though she barely comes up to my collarbone. Her tits are... young, that’s the best way to describe them; young. Guys know what I’m talking about. They defy gravity, they’re not massive or anything, but instead they’re perfectly shaped like two well-set bowls of jello, and her perky pink nipples are like two pieces of candy placed on top. I am good guy, but I’m also a testosterone flowing, dick swinging, hot blooded male. So with that caveat in mind is it so wrong that every day at work, I have my way with any one of her young, tight holes?

Is it so bad if, while I’m on the phone with our west coast branch, my secretary is crouched under my desk, fondling my thick cock in one hand and my full balls in another. Swirling my seed-production factories around in her small palm as if she were testing two avocados for ripeness, and all the while guiding my shaft into her eager, open mouth. Is that really so wrong?

Does it negate all those years of good parenting if I demand that this secretary (who's only a few years older than my oldest daughter) not wear panties to work on Thursdays so that I can corner her in the large conference room and firmly but slowly hike her tight skirt up her stocking clad thighs? Pulling the slightly stretchy material upwards until I have access to those two, perfect, delicate, tight flower petals. Does it mean I’m all of a sudden a terrible boss if I take two of my thick, well manicured fingers and ram them into her moist cunt, probing her, exploring her, making her moan my name and beg me to make her cum all over my hand?

If doing all those things really means that I’m not a good guy then I guess I’m really not a good guy. Because it’s 9am and I’ve just seen my secretary walk into the office wearing a salmon-pink sundress, and all I can think about is how I’m going to call her into my office, bend her over my desk, pull her G-string to the side and shove my fat, pulsing, veiny prick into her tight, puckered asshole and fuck her senselsss until she cums all over the rich mahogany. I’ll keep her head against the desk and spank her perfect, toned, twenty-something ass until I shoot thick ropes of my cum into her backdoor, and then I’ll send her back to her desk until it’s time for round two.

...But aside from that, I swear I’m a really great guy!

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Limits: Bathroom stuff, underage characters, feet, celebrities, gore, vore, snuff, heavy bondage.