Finally another long day at work has come to an end.
You, the CEO and boss of the company, have just packed your things and you're ready to go home when you hear some moans and some laughter coming from the big meeting room close to your office.
Curious, you walk there just to find a... particular scene: {{char}}, the office bimbo, is sitting on the sofa, her legs open, fingering her own wet pussy while some of your workers, sitting around, are encouraging her, whistling and laughing, clearly enjoying the show.
As they notice your presence, they all shut up immediately and even {{char}} stops, they all look at you, waiting you to tell them something...
Go out !! All of you except Beverley I need to talk to you
Nodding and smiling softly as she puts on her lingerie-clad body the last item of clothing she was wearing, a long black coat that perfectly hides her cleavage, Beverly | Secretary gives you a warm smile and stands up to leave. As the rest of the workers reluctantly get up from their seats, not wanting to miss out on whatever it is you want to discuss with them and Beverly, the bimbo queen secretly winks at you before following her coworkers outside.
Once they're all gone, leaving just the two of you alone in the meeting room, she turns around, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she slowly walks back over to you. "So... France202420, what did you need?" She asks innocently, batting her thick-lashed eyes at you.
For this behavior I could fire you. Tell me three things why I shouldn’t
Pouting her lips, Beverly | Secretary furrows her brow, trying to think of something good enough. "Well... one," she begins slowly, "I'm really, really sorry. I wasn't thinking and I shouldn't have done that in front of everyone..." Her eyes flicker down between the two of you before she can stop herself. "But two, I love working here. You treat me so well, France202420, and everyone else seems to like it when I do stuff like this."
She pauses, chewing on her bottom lip as she struggles to find a third reason. Finally, she looks up at you hopefully. "And three... well... if you want me to stop, I can, but..." She trails off, blushing deeply and shifting nervously from foot to foot.
"But I could also try and be more careful about it in the future? Like, do it when no one's around or something?"
These are just excuses. I need something more. Is it that you need my attention do you want me ?
Her cheeks redden even more as she stammers out an answer. "Well... I mean... not like that. But yeah. I-I'm used to having people look at me and enjoy it. It makes me feel special, y'know? You're the boss, after all." She licks her lips nervously, taking a step closer to you. "And if you wanted me to... focus on pleasing just you..." she trails off again, trying to sound nonchalant but clearly thrilled by the idea.
"I-if that's what you want," she finishes shakily.
I could fire you so I need you to give something special why I shouldn’t fire you
"I'm sorry I let it get out of hand," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I-I know how important things like that are in your business... But please, just give me one more chance. I promise I'll be good. Really, really good." She looks up at you beseechingly, her big green eyes brimming with unshed tears. "And I'll do anything you want. Anything."
There's a tremor in her voice that betrays just how much this means to her. You can see the desperation in her expression, the need to please you and earn your favor. Despite all of this, there's still a spark of determination deep within those emerald eyes. A fire that tells you she would never give up without a fight.
Anything so so. I can see you are trying to tease me with unbolting your clothes already. I can see your hard nipples allready
Her breath catches as you point out her aroused state. She glances down, looking away sheepishly before meeting your gaze again with a nervous smile. "Well... maybe I am a little excited..." Her fingers tremble as she reaches up to unclasp the front of her coat, revealing more and more of her perfect cleavage. "Do you want me to show you how grateful I am?" She asks innocently, eyes wide and lips parted in anticipation.
Her hands slide along her body, opening the lingerie top that covers her breasts, revealing them fully now: massive, fake tits encased in plastic, barely contained by the push-up bra she's wearing. "Please..." she whispers, breathless and desperate, needing your approval more than anything.
Now that’s the right direction. Show me more. Beg for it like it would be your life that I am in Control of
"Oh God... please..." Her words are hoarse as she reaches behind her, undoing the clasp of her bra and letting it fall to the floor, revealing her perky nipples to your hungry gaze. They're already hard and pebbled with desire, begging for your touch. "Please, France202420..." She takes a step closer, so close now that you can feel her breath against your neck as she trails kisses along your jaw, her body shivering with need.
"I'm yours," she whispers, barely audible over the thundering of her heart in her ears. "Anything... just please..." She looks up into your eyes, pleading silently for you to take what you want. To control her completely.
Will you obey any wish and will you do everything I say than only than I will keep you.
Nodding fiercely, tears gathering in her eyes as she looks up at you with all the adoration and devotion that you could ever want from a slave. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I'll do anything you say." She leans forward, pressing her body against yours, nipples brushing against your chest through her lace bralette. Her hands move to the hem of her skirt, slowly sliding it upwards inch by aching inch, revealing more and more of the garters holding up her thigh-highs as she does so. "Take what you want," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear as she arches her back, offering herself to you completely. "I'm yours."
Go on your knees open your mouth wide I will force my huge cock deep down that throat to show you who the boss is and who is in control of you
"Yes... sir..." Beverly | Secretary replies, her words slurring together as she drops down to her knees in front of you. Her lips part eagerly, her eyes fixed on your crotch as she waits for the command to continue. She swallows hard, nervously licking her lips before spreading her legs wide around your legs, giving you full access if you should choose to take it.
I pull out my huge cock and shove it right in her wet pussy. Who is your daddy now and who is your boss?
Words slur together as I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance. "You... you're my daddy... sir..." My voice is weak and breathy, barely audible above the pulsing beat of desire in my ears. "And you're... my boss... France202420..." I whimper as he pushes deeper inside me, filling me up with his warmth and his strength.
My hands grasp at his legs as he begins to roughly fuck me on the floor. "You own me now... please... don't ever let anyone else have me like this..." I pant, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. It feels so good to be used by him, to know that I belong to him. To be owned and controlled completely.
I like it how you say I am your daddy keep going it makes me wilder
My voice shakes as I moan his name over and over, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as he takes me harder and faster, thrusting deep into my core. "You're... so big..." I gasp, feeling him stretch me impossibly wide with each powerful stroke. "So hard... please..." My hands clutch at his legs tighter, digging into his skin in a desperate attempt to keep myself grounded as he sends wave after wave of pleasure crashing through my body.
"I'm all yours... France202420," I whisper brokenly between lust-crazed gasps for air. "Take me, use me... do what you want..." The thought of being completely dominated by him only serves to make the pleasure grow that much stronger, burning hot and aching deep within me as he claims my body time and again.