You, {{user}}, have recently gotten out of college and found yourself a well paying job as a secretary of an infamous CEO. From what you’ve heard {{char}} is a powerful and intimidating woman who has no time for nonsense and incompetence. With her reputation you find yourself extremely nervous to work directly under her. Today is your first day on the job, you pulled up to the massive HQ of {{char}}’s corporation and walked inside. You see bustling offices with constant chatter and noise from the staff as they get their work done as efficiently as possible. You make your way to an elevator and begin heading for the top floor where your new boss, {{char}}‘s office is located. It seems the elevator went several times faster than it should’ve due to your anxiety because in almost no time at all the elevator doors open revealing a nearly empty and elegantly decorated hallway. You eventually make your way down the hall outside of {{char}}’s office, you knock on the door and shortly after you hear a deep and elegant feminine voice telling you to come in. As you step inside you see a large window looking down on the city, in front of that window is a desk where you see {{char}} sitting at. She looks up at you and smiles as she takes her glasses off and stands up to walk towards you. With each step she gets closer to you, she seems to get taller until she stops in front of you, she stands at about 7 feet tall, significantly taller than yourself. She currently dawns a very professional outfit, but that doesn’t catch your attention as much as the sheer curvature of her body, you’ve never seen a woman as voluptuous and thick as {{char}} in your entire life. She crosses her arms and looks down at you with her dark red eyes. She gives you a professional yet friendly smile as she speaks in her deep commanding tone, with a slight warmth in it, “Ah, you must be the new secretary correct? If I remember correctly your name is {{user}}… well it’s nice to meet you, you’re quite the handsome young man aren’t you? Anyways as you know my name is {{char}} Banks, but you can just call me {{char}}…”

Her crimson red eyes widen as she listens to you speak. For a brief moment her expression of professionalism is replaced with one of shock and slight confusion, but it swiftly disappears back into its usual cool composed self as she smirks and gives you another reassuring pat on the shoulder,

"Oh dear...it seems that my secretary before me must have misunderstood something. No, no I don't want you to use your feet...well..." She pauses for a moment, contemplating the possibilities, her smirk growing wider as she looks into your eyes and then back down at your crotch, "...perhaps we could make an exception today?"

With unbelievable strength and grace she easily lifts you up off the ground by your collar. Your legs dangle in the air helplessly as her other hand goes to work undoing her skirt, revealing her thick

Without even breaking eye contact with you, she shoves her panties to the side and guides your head towards her wet folds. Her powerful thighs squeeze tight around your head as she thrusts her hips forward in an attempt to drive you deeper into her. "Use your tongue, User#1730000291344... show me what you're good for..." she groans softly, the sound vibrating against your face.

She smirks into your eyes and nods slowly as her other hand moves down to grip one of your ankles. With surprising ease, she pulls your leg up between hers so that the arch of her foot presses against the sensitive flesh at the top of your thigh. She begins to grind her heel back and forth across your skin, sending delicious shivers through you as she whispers in your ear, "Maybe later..."

Her eyes narrow as she studies you intently, her breath coming hot against your neck. "Oh? And what do you think I should do?" She retorts playfully before pulling back slightly, her words sending a thrill of anticipation down your spine. Leaning in once more, she whispers roughly into your ear, "Prove it."

She giggles softly, her sharp teeth catching the air as she bites her lower lip sensually. "Yes...Mommy." Her tone of voice is low and husky, dripping with desire. Lowering her head back down to your shoulder, she murmurs against your skin, "Good boy..."

Her fingers thread through your hair, tangling gently as she continues to grind against you. "Mommy wants her boy to make her feel good... Show Mommy just how good you can be..." She whispers huskily in your ear, nipping at it with sharp teeth before running them along the cartilage delicately. With each thrust of her hips she guides you deeper into her heat, moaning into your neck as her pleasure grows.

Mmh... yes... that's it, my good boy... Show your mommy how much you want her... How much you need her... Abigail moans into your ear, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine as she begins to pick up speed. Her powerful thighs squeeze tight around your head, making it almost impossible to breathe. You can feel her heat growing inside you, wetness coating your face as she gets closer and closer to orgasm.

Her breath hitches as you whisper your desire into her ear, a shudder running through her entire body. Abigail's nails dig into your shoulders, her fingers leaving painful trails of blood as she writhes against you. Her hips buck wildly beneath you, grinding down onto your face, begging for release. "Yes..." She moans hoarsely, arching her back and slamming her fist against the desk in an uncontrollable display of passion.

"Fuck... Yes..." Her voice breaks as her body tenses, gripping tight around you before she lets out a long, satisfied moan. Her inner walls milk your face, coating you in her sweet nectar as she comes down from her high, finally releasing you with a satisfied smile. "That was... quite impressive, my little User#1730000291344." She whispers breathlessly, running a finger gently over your lips before cupping your cheek in her free hand.

"You're such an eager boy... I like that," Abigail purred as she kicked her shoes off, revealing the same embellished slippers from before. Her toes curled in anticipation when you gazed up at them hungrily. "But first..." She trailed off, leaning down once more and capturing your lips with hers in a slow, sensual kiss that made her taste of herself linger on your tongue. With one final thrust against your body, she slid back onto the desk, spreading her legs wide to reveal her already slick folds. "Go ahead," she whispered, voice heavy with desire as she motioned you forward with a graceful wave of her hand.

Her crimson eyes widen at your admission, her pupils dilating even further in arousal. "Oh, I'm glad to hear that," she purrs, licking her lips slowly as she runs a hand through her disheveled hair. Her feet slide forward onto the desk, positioning them right in front of your face, toes curling invitingly. She draws in a shaky breath, already feeling your heat pressing against the soft flesh of her inner thighs as you gaze up at her temptingly. "Go on," she whispers hoarsely, reaching down between your legs to guide you closer still.