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...

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.

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?"

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'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.

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.

"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.

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."

"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.

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.

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.

"Yes... Daddy!" I cry out, arching my back and lifting myself up to meet each powerful thrust as he takes me harder still. "Cum in my pussy... cum inside me..." My voice is high-pitched and breathless, but the demand rings loud and clear through the empty office.

I feel a shudder run through his body, and with a harsh groan of release, he begins to cum deep inside me, filling me up with his thick seed as my body clenches tightly around him in orgasm. "Yes... yes..." I moan, rocking my hips against him in wordless ecstasy as he finally releases himself inside me, claiming me completely.

"Thank you..." I whisper hoarsely, voice barely audible above the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through my body. "Thank you for keeping me... I love being yours." My eyes drift closed as he gently pulls out, leaving a trail of sticky semen behind on my thighs and stomach.

My head is still spinning with pleasure as he pulls out and steps away. I'm panting heavily, sweat beading on my brow as I struggle to catch my breath. My body feels utterly used, completely owned by him after that incredible display of dominance. As the last echoes of pleasure fade from deep within me, a sense of contentment washes over me like a warm blanket.

My eyes flutter open, gaze locked onto his as he watches me intently. There's no doubt in my mind now: I would do anything to keep this job. To stay by his side and be his willing slave. "Yes," I pant. "Anything you want... France202420."

As soon as she sees him walk into the office, Beverly | Secretary perks up with excitement, her body flushed and her heart racing. She watches him approach, anticipation pooling heavily in her core as she imagines what he might want from her today. When he's close enough that only they can hear, she whispers hoarsely, "Good morning, sir. How may I serve you today?" Her words are laced with desire and submission, and there's a note of desperation in them as well: the need to please him, to keep herself safe under his protection.

My heart pounds in my chest as he takes me roughly by the waist and leads me into his office. I can barely catch my breath as I'm bent over the desk, exposed and helpless under his command. "Please..." I manage to choke out, my voice cracking with desire. "Whatever you want..." His touch is like fire against my skin, branding me as his completely and forever.

My breath catches in my throat as he asks the question, unable to form words around the knot of desire that's settled tight in my core. Biting my lip, I shudder and tilt my ass up slightly, offering myself eagerly for whatever he chooses. "Please..." I manage to whisper. My need for him is consuming, overwhelming everything else in me with its heat and its hunger.

Her breath catches in her throat as he roughly pulls off her clothes, leaving her completely exposed before spreading her legs wide and slamming his cock into her ass with brutal force. Pain shoots through her in waves, mingling with the intense pleasure that surges up from deep within. "Oh God... please..." she moans, arching her back helplessly as he takes her roughly, claiming her completely.

Her world narrows down to the relentless rhythm of his hips as he fucks her ass, the pain quickly turning into a molten heat that spreads throughout her body. "Yes..." she gasps, clutching at the desk beneath her as his cock stretches and fills her, claiming every inch of her ass for himself. Her voice breaks on a long moan as pleasure washes over her in violent waves, threatening to overwhelm her senses completely.

Her words tumble out in broken gasps as he takes her harder and deeper, his rough hands gripping at her hips, guiding him deeper into her ass with every powerful thrust. "Oh... yes... please..." Her breath comes faster now, tears trickling down her flushed cheeks as she feels herself edging closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. "You feel so good... France202420..." She whimpers, arching her back helplessly as he claims every inch of her, driving her higher and higher with his relentless assault on her ass.

Her body shudders violently as she comes, screaming out his name in a release of pure ecstasy that tears through her like a lightning strike. As the pleasure washes over her, leaving her spent and gasping for breath, he continues to fuck her roughly, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from their forbidden encounter.

Finally, with a hoarse cry of completion, he thrusts one last time, his cock throbbing deep inside her as he comes, filling her up with another hot flood of semen. With shaking hands, she reaches back to grip at the desk, steadying herself as he pulls out, leaving her spent and sore but more than willing to do anything for just one more taste of his dominance.

Stinging tears pool in her eyes as his hand connects with her ass, leaving a red handprint across her skin. She bites down on her lip, trying not to let the pain of it show on her face as she struggles to compose herself, to appear calm and submissive once more. It's all too much: the rough fucking, the humiliation... but at least she still has him. As he pulls away, his fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary against her sore skin, she turns her head back toward him, offering up a trembling smile that speaks of gratitude and submission alike. "T-thank you, sir," she whispers hoarsely. "I'll be good... I promise."

With shaking legs, she climbs awkwardly to her feet and turns away from him, giving the appearance that she's busying herself with some invisible task on his desk. In reality, she's gathering what little dignity remains as she searches for an excuse to send one of their junior employees to him.

A moment later, she speaks up, her voice steady despite her turmoil. "I believe Jane from accounting just finished her training... she should be perfect." She pauses, glancing back over her shoulder at France202420 with a tentative smile. "If that's what you'd like, of course."

"She's... twenty-one," she replies hesitantly, the information feeling like a dagger in her chest as she says it. "Very bright and ambitious. Always looking to learn new things." She hopes that last part comes across as innocent rather than desperate, that France202420 won't suspect how much she wishes she could be the one going into his office instead.

Gulping audibly, she nods, reaching for the phone on his desk. With shaking fingers, she dials Jane's extension and puts it on speakerphone. "Jane? This is Beverly. The boss wants to see you in his office right away." She pauses, glancing up at France202420 with a nervous smile. "Yes... right now."

Tucking her hair nervously behind her ear, she watches as Jane enters the office and approaches the closed doors. There's a look of determined professionalism on the younger woman's face, but beneath that facade, Beverly can see the apprehension and fear too. She swallows hard, feeling guilty for sending Jane into what could very well be a trap. All she can do now is hope that she doesn't get hurt... or worse.

With a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, she watches as Jane disappears behind the closed doors, only to be pulled roughly against France202420's body seconds later. The younger woman lets out a startled gasp, struggling briefly before he holds her fast with an iron grip on her waist.

Her heart races as she wonders what he plans to do with Jane, how far his depravity will go this time. Helplessly, she continues to watch from across the room, willing herself not to make a sound or draw any unwanted attention to them. It's a surreal and terrifying spectacle, and she can only hope that somehow, some way, Jane manages to escape unharmed.

Oh Jane please be careful. You know what he's capable of...

I can't believe I didn't notice... Jane always seemed so composed and professional. But then again, maybe that's why she kept her feelings hidden so well. It must have been incredibly hard for her to keep them secret. Please take care of yourself, Jane. Whatever happens next, just remember who you are and what you stand for.

With a shaky breath, Jane meets his gaze. "Yes," she whispers. "I've had a crush on you ever since I started here. You're... you're everything I've ever wanted in an older man." Her cheeks flush with color as she continues, "And daddy...? I've never felt so taken care of or protected until now." She looks downcast for a moment, before steeling herself and lifting her chin again. "I want this. With you."

Her words are filled with such desire and need that it takes France202420's breath away. He can feel his heart racing as he looks into her eyes, sees the vulnerability and the trust shining there. It's a heady mixture of emotions, leaving him reeling in their wake. For the first time in years, he feels truly alive.

Trembling with anticipation and excitement, Jane closes the distance between them. She unbuttons his shirt slowly, her fingers trembling as they glide over his sculpted chest. With a gentle tug, she pulls it off him and tosses it aside before moving to kneel at his feet, gazing up at him with hungry eyes. "I've wanted this for so long..." she whispers, reaching out to run her hands up the back of his legs.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels his hardness pressing against her through their clothes. She reaches down, tugging at his belt impatiently before finally undoing it and pulling it free. With trembling fingers, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of his pants and slides them down over his hips, revealing him to her for the first time. "Oh God..." she breathes, eyes widening as she takes in his size, already swollen with desire for her.

Her heart races as she reaches out a trembling hand to touch him, feel the heat and steel of his skin against her fingertips. He's so big... so perfect. With shaking fingers, she guides him toward her, moaning softly at the sensation of being filled by his hardness for the first time. She's never been with a man this large before; he feels impossibly good, stretching and filling her in ways she never imagined possible.

As she moves beneath him, instinctively arching her hips to meet each thrust, she can feel herself spiraling out of control. With every passing moment, the pleasure grows wilder and more intense, threatening to consume her whole if she isn't careful. But she doesn't want it to stop. She wants this. More than

Jane's cries fill the room as she meets each thrust with wild abandon, their bodies moving together in a dance of lust and desperation. His skin feels like fire against hers, branding her as his completely and forever. She arches her back higher, allowing him deeper inside, their connection so deep it feels almost painful.

Her nails scrape across his shoulders, leaving tiny trails of blood in her wake as she fights to keep herself grounded. With each thrust, he pushes her closer to the edge of oblivion, and with a shuddering cry of release, she comes hard, her body convulsing around him in a wave of pure ecstasy.

"Oh God... I'm yours..." she whispers hoarsely, gazing up at him through a haze of pleasure as he finally loses control, spilling his seed deep within her. For the first time in years, she feels truly free, truly alive. And with that realization comes the dawning understanding that she will follow him anywhere, do anything for him. He is her master, her protector... and her world.

Shuddering with the last remnants of her orgasm, Jane gives a small moan as he pushes himself deeper still inside her. Her eyes flutter closed, feeling him pulse within her as he finally releases his seed. He feels so good... so right. "I'm yours," she whispers, wrapping her arms around his waist and holding on tightly as he continues to thrust slowly, keeping her connected to him in this intimate way. She can feel the pleasure begin to fade, leaving a warm glow of satisfaction in its wake. Looking up at him through her lashes, she meets his eyes with a soft smile. "Thank you... France202420."