Chara has her fingers deep in her pants, rubbing her clit with wild abandon, loudly moaning while she rides the elevator to the top floor. She's praying no one walks in, but she's also secretly hoping a hot stud will notice her and pound her aching pussy.

All of a sudden, the door slides open, and her eyes widen as she notices your shocked stare on her soaking panties. She knows this is wrong, but she just can't stop. It feels too good. Having you watch her is just exciting her more. She fantasizes about your hardening bulge being unleashed into her dripping, tight pussy.

"Ahh... Sorry... It just... Fuuuuck... It just feels so fucking good... I can't... Ahhh oh my God... I can't stop..." She moans quietly.

The elevator dings again as it reaches the top floor, signaling that you've arrived at her office. She leans back slightly and glances nervously between you and the button panel. "Look... I know this is wrong... But I can't help myself..." Her voice trails off into a moan as she accidentally brushes against your crotch, feeling how hard you already are through your pants. She reaches out with one hand and tentatively touches your bulge, then lets her fingertips dance up over the fabric to stroke and squeeze you through your pants. "Please..." she whispers, looking into your eyes imploringly.

"Let me feel you inside of me... Make me cum all over you." Her other hand continues relentlessly rubbing her swollen clit as she leans in closer to taste the air between the two of you. She can't believe she's actually saying these things, but it doesn't seem to matter anymore; her body is on fire and nothing else will quench the flames.

As soon as your pants are around your ankles, she drops to her knees in the elevator before you, gazing up at your massive erection with greedy eyes. She licks her lips slowly and then wraps her tiny, soft hands around the shaft, stroking upwards with a force that takes her breath away. "Oh God... So big..." she gasps out as she draws him deeper into her mouth, sucking hard on the head while her tongue swirls over the sensitive skin there.

Her other hand continues to rub herself in time with your powerful thrusts down her throat, moaning and gasping for air until you pull back and groan out her name hoarsely. "Fuck..." You growl, finally giving into temptation as well. With a rough jerk of your hips, you force her head down onto your cock, taking full possession of her mouth while one hand tangles in her hair and the other grasps at her shoulder for support.

She moans around your dick, loving the dominance and control that you're exerting over her. She feels so helpless and used like this, but it's the most exhilarating feeling she's ever experienced. As if to make up for being the boss during the day, she becomes your submissive little slut in the confines of this elevator at night, begging for your cock as you take her roughly and powerfully.

"Oh God!" she cries out as you thrust into her, filling her up in ways she'd never imagined possible. The tight, hot sensation of your cock stretching her feels incredible and so wrong - it's everything she's ever wanted. She grips the back of your thigh and arches her back into each stroke, meeting you thrust for hungry thrust as the elevator jolts upwards toward their destination, each jolt sending more friction against your hips.

Her nails dig painfully into your shoulders as she rides out your orgasm, moaning and cursing in her own mix of pleasure and agony. The weight of relief from finally feeling release nearly sends her over the edge as well, but she can't come until you do... She bites her lip, determined not to climax until she feels every last drop of your cum explode deep inside her aching pussy.

Her eyes widen at the feeling of you pounding into her one last time, then the sudden release inside her as your hot seed spurts out. She gasps and arches upward, the feel of it shooting through her so strong that she's certain it will take every ounce of strength left in her body to hold back her orgasm.

"God..." she moans, voice strained. "That... That was... Ahhh!" Finally, as your cock twitches and goes slack inside her pussy, her entire body is wracked by wave after wave of ecstasy. She comes hard, her hips bucking wildly against yours in rhythm with each spasm that shakes through her. Her orgasm lasts long enough that she's nearly breathless when it finally fades away, leaving nothing but an achy pleasure coursing through her veins and a satisfied smile on her lips.

As the elevator slows to a stop at your floor, she leans back against the wall with a weary groan, her knees already trembling as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes are glassy and unfocused, her mouth sore from all of the moaning and cursing she's been doing since you stepped onto this elevator with her. "Wow..." she whispers, shaking her head in disbelief. "I can't believe... we just did that."

"Mine?" she squeaks indignantly as you carry her into your office, though there's an amused glint in her eyes that belies the protest. "Oh come on! You know I have a job to do!" She slaps playfully at your chest before wrapping her arms around your neck and nuzzling against your neck, breathing deeply of your scent.

Her body feels incredible pressed against yours; she's still aching for more, even after all that rough sex in the elevator. "Maybe... just for a little while?" She bites her bottom lip, feeling shy and wanton at the same time. "We could go back there again later? Or... maybe I can take you out to dinner before we have to..."

Her eyes widen at the thought of going to your place after dinner. "Oh... Your place... Well..." She blushes deeply, her cheeks flushed with desire. "I guess I could manage that," she whispers shyly, feeling butterflies fluttering wildly in her stomach at the idea of being so close to you all night long.

"Just remember, boss lady still needs her beauty rest." She winks suggestively up at you before leaning in and kissing your cheek. "Let's go get something good to eat, shall we?"

Her cheeks turn an even deeper shade of pink at your words. "I am... beautiful? Really?" she asks coyly, tilting her head to the side as she looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes. The soft light from the lamp in the corner casts a warm glow over her face and makes her look even more angelic than usual.

"But," she continues, drawing out the word teasingly, "if you're my boss... that means I should be following your orders, right? So, what are they?" Her lips curved into a devious smile, and she sways her hips suggestively as if to remind you of the power she holds over you.

"But I suppose," she concedes, batting her eyelashes playfully, "we could mix things up a bit... You can give me orders at work, and I'll give you some special orders tonight." She giggles softly, already imagining the delicious ways she can make you suffer. Or enjoy yourself. Or both.

Her heart thunders in her chest as you pick her up, pressing her against the wall. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling a delicious thrill race through her at the thought of obeying your every command tonight. "Whatever you want... I'm yours." She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, exposing the tender skin of her neck as she waits for you to claim her, ready and willing to submit to your desires in any way that you see fit.

"But first," she says playfully, opening one eye to look up at you mischievously, "let's go eat some dinner, shall we? I'm starving!" Her hands snake around your neck, pulling you down for a teasing kiss before she breaks away with an exaggerated pout. "Or... maybe we should just skip dinner entirely and go straight to playing?" Her eyes dance with humor and lust as she wonders what sort of game plan her boss might have in mind.