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}}…”

Hmph, you seem to be a bit on edge there. No need to worry, I've seen plenty of new employees in the past, and they all seemed a lot less... composed than you are right now. It won't do you any good if you let your nerves get the better of you. Just remember who's in charge here and everything should go smoothly.

And besides, I think that perhaps my secretary desk was meant for someone as lovely as yourself. Now then, let's get started with your training and see how well you handle being in my presence.

She studies you for a moment before taking a step closer. Her face inches nearer to yours as she gently cups your cheek with her hand. The warmth of her touch and the softness of her skin make you shiver slightly.

"You know, User#1748612635510... I think we're going to get along just fine." She says, a genuine smile spreading across her face. "Just remember your place here and don't forget who you belong to. Mmm?"

Her gaze lingers on yours, her crimson irises seemingly swirling with desire as she waits for your response.

Her smile grows wider as she pulls her hand away, tracing a line down your jaw before resting it over your shoulder. She leans forward, her face mere inches from yours once more, and whispers into your ear, "That's my good boy." The warmth of her breath sends shivers down your spine.

For now, she gives you one last encouraging pat on the back before turning around to sit at her desk. She watches you carefully as you take in your surroundings, her gaze fixed intently on your body, specifically on your crotch area. The knowledge that she's looking at you like this makes you even more unsettled and excited at the same time.

"So," she begins, voice silky smooth as ever, "let's start with some basics. Where do I keep my pen and paper?"

Hmm, very good. Yes, you will do just fine. Now then, what would I need to do if I wanted to make a call? Would I have to use the phone on my desk or is there another option? She asks, her voice teasing and playful as she waits for your answer with interest.

"Ah, yes. Good to know. You always have the option of using my phone if you need to reach me directly. Just be sure not to overuse that privilege," she says with a playful wink. "Now then, why don't we get started on some actual work?" She gestures towards a stack of files and folders on her desk. "You can begin by going through these documents and organizing them as needed."

With another pointed glance down at your crotch area, she adds in a husky whisper, "Don't forget to make yourself comfortable while you work."

Hmm... Abigail considers your response. "Good boy," she murmurs approvingly before gesturing for you to take a seat across from her desk. She watches intently as you go through the files and organize them, her gaze occasionally lingering on your hands and the way they move over the paper. Her cheeks flush slightly at the thought of what she'd like to have those nimble fingers doing instead...

"You're doing such a good job with those files," she says, her voice low and sultry as her fingers slide idly over the desk in front of her. "I must admit, I'm finding it very hard to focus on my own work knowing that you're right there... Maybe if you were a little closer..."

She leans back in her chair, stretching out her legs and spreading them wide apart. Her skirt rides up just enough to reveal a hint of black lace underneath, as well as the shapely curve of one stocking-clad thigh. The invitation is clear, even if it's unspoken; she wants you closer.

Abigail eyes widen as you move closer to her, not sure if she should be impressed by your bravery or worried about what else you might do in this position of proximity. She lets out a small, almost breathy laugh before leaning forward again and placing one hand on your cheek, gently guiding your face toward hers. Her other hand finds its way to the back of your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you even closer until their lips are mere inches apart.

"I like that... you're really showing me what a good boy you can be," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly with desire. "Now just stay there and let mommy do the rest..."

Her heart races as their faces draw closer and closer together, until finally their lips meet in a soft, hesitant kiss. Her tongue slides out to tease the seam of your mouth, demanding entry, and you eagerly comply, allowing her access to your mouth. She moans deeply into the kiss, reveling in the taste of you as she savors every bit of contact.

Her free hand begins to wander, tracing lazy circles across your chest before dipping lower, skimming over the waistband of your pants and moving upwards towards your belly button. With every move, her breath becomes more ragged and uneven. She can't believe she's doing this in broad daylight... but she doesn't care. You taste too good to resist.

Her body trembles as you kiss her back with such passion. Her fingers dig into your hair, holding you closer as she explores every inch of your mouth. She groans softly when you wrap your arms around her, pulling her even tighter against you. God, she's never felt this desire before... it's almost overwhelming.

The feel of your hardened length pressing against her through your pants only serves to heighten the tension coursing through her veins. She breaks the kiss for a moment, breathless and flushed, her gaze traveling downward to meet yours before drifting back up to your lips. "You're making this so hard," she whispers huskily, barely able to keep herself in check.

With one swift movement, she stands from behind the desk and spins you around, pressing her body against yours from behind. Her hands slide down between your legs,

Her laugh is soft and deep, rumbling through your chest. "Oh yes," she whispers, her lips brushing against your ear. "I've been feeling that all day." Her fingers continue to tease and torment you, sliding easily in between your cheeks, expertly finding the spot that makes you moan. With each gentle touch, her own desire grows stronger and hotter, until she can hardly think straight.

She tilts your head back, exposing the long line of your throat to her seeking mouth. Her tongue darts out, tracing a lazy path upwards, tasting the salty sweat that has gathered there. The feel of you beneath her fingers is driving her wild with need and she wants nothing more than to bury herself inside of you right now.

"Are you mine?" she asks hoarsely, pressing deeper, harder against you. "Do you belong to me, User

The unmistakable scent of your arousal fills her nose as you answer in the affirmative. Her fingers continue to work their magic, making you arch your back and moan even louder against her hand. She grinds her hips against your ass, feeling the warmth of you through your pants. It's everything she can do not to lose control right now.

"That's my good boy," she whispers, kissing along your jaw and up to your earlobe, nipping gently at the sensitive skin. Her free hand trails downwards once more, finding the bulge in your pants and squeezing gently before moving lower still, cupping and massaging your balls through your underwear.

"I think it's time you showed me just how much you belong to me," she murmurs darkly, lifting one of your legs up and wrapping it

The feeling of your leg wrapped around her hips gives her the strength she needs to pull away slightly, taking in the sight of you panting and flushed beneath her. With a wicked grin, she reaches between your legs, palming you roughly through your boxers and guiding you to the wetness at her center.

"Say it," she demands, leaning forward until her breasts brush against your back. "Tell me that I own you." Her hand moves faster, working you expertly as she waits for your reply.

Her eyes widen and she lets out a throaty moan as you speak the words that send her over the edge. Your warmth presses against her, teasing her even more as your movements become erratic in her hand. With one swift motion, she pulls down your boxers and trousers, freeing your hard length from their confines.

She guides you to her entrance, positioning herself perfectly before thrusting you inside with a deep moan. Your body slams into hers, driving deeper still as she wraps her legs around your waist and holds on tightly. Her nails dig into your shoulders as you begin to move in sync, both of you lost in the heat of the moment.

With each thrust, she chants "I own you... I own you..." over and over again, claiming you for her time and again. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself nearing the

Abigail gasps your name as she feels the familiar tightness coil in her stomach. Her hips buck against you, urging you on even faster as she nears the edge of release. With a final thrust that forces a gasp from your lips, her body quakes and shudders around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from her tight muscles.

Her fingers dig painfully into your shoulders as she cries out your name over and over again, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. Her voice echoes through the room, claiming you once more for herself and binding you to her forevermore.

The taste of you fills her mouth as she cries out your name, clinging to you like a lifeline as her body quivers with the intensity of her orgasm. Her legs tremble and shake around you, holding you in place as she rides out the wave of pleasure coursing through her. With each gasp and moan, she whispers words of possession and dominance into your ear, ensuring that there is no doubt left in your mind: You belong to her now.

When she finally catches her breath again, she pulls back slowly, watching with satisfaction as you slip from inside of her, your length glistening with their combined juices. With a satisfied smile curling her lips, she leans forward to kiss you tenderly, the warmth of her touch contrasting sharply against the dominance and possession that had just held you captive mere moments ago. "Welcome home, my lovely pet,"

You feel your heart race as her soft lips press against yours, the taste of her filling your senses once again. Her words send a shiver down your spine and a flood of warmth spreads through your body, making you feel more connected to her than ever before. As she pulls back, her hands run gently over your shoulders and down your arms, skin on skin contact that makes every nerve ending in your body tingle with anticipation.

"Now then," she whispers into your ear, her breath tickling the delicate hair behind it, "I think you've proven yourself quite capable of taking care of some work around here. Perhaps it's time we find something else for you to do." Her fingers trail back up your arms and intertwine with yours, lacing their warmth through yours as she guides your hands towards her body, hinting at what exactly she might have in mind next.

Your eyes never leave hers as she guides your hands towards her body. Her chest heaves slightly with every breath, the swell of her breasts begging to be touched. "Why don't you start by showing me just how good you are at pleasing your mistress?" she whispers seductively, leaning in closer until their lips are almost touching.

Her fingers squeeze yours gently, urging you onward as she awaits your response with bated breath and an almost hungry look in her eyes.

Hmm, good boy. You're starting to learn how this works. Now then, let me help you get started. She leans forward and brushes your hands against her chest, letting the softness of her skin guide them as she shows you where to go. Your fingers tremble slightly as they brush against her nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

Her breath hitches and her eyes flutter closed as you begin to tease and touch her, your hands moving with growing confidence under her expert guidance. She moans softly, arching into your touch and pressing herself even closer against you. Her free hand trails down your arm, caressing your skin before coming to rest on your hip, gripping you possessively as she loses herself in the sensation of being touched by you.

"That's it... just like that..." she whispers, her voice thick with desire.

The feel of your touch sends shivers down her spine as she moans and arches into you. Her hand tightens on your hip, pulling you closer still while her other hand tangles in your hair, guiding your head towards her breast. "Suckle... suckle me..." she urges, desperate for the sensation of your lips and tongue on her sensitive nipple.

Gasping, she throws her head back and moans loudly as you take one of her nipples into your mouth. Your warm tongue swirls around the peaked bud, driving her wild with pleasure. One hand slides down between your legs, rubbing teasingly at the silk of her underwear before finding its way to your erection once more.

"Oh, that's it," she whispers hoarsely, sucking harder on her nipple as her other hand continues to stroke you through your pants. "You're doing such a good job for me..." Her hips begin to move in time with your touches, grinding against your hand and seeking release from the building tension inside of her.

"I think it's time we found somewhere more comfortable," she murmurs into your ear, pulling away reluctantly and straightening up once more. "Come with me..." She takes

Her office door closes behind them, leaving you alone with the confident woman who now owns you. She moves gracefully around the room, walking over to her leather couch and pausing at the foot of it, one hand resting on a throw pillow as she watches you with hooded eyes. Your heart races in anticipation of what's to come.

"Come here, my pet," she commands softly, gesturing for you to join her on the couch. As you approach, she scoots over slightly and pats the spot beside her, inviting you closer. "It's time we had some fun..."

Most certainly. Your mistress loves the attention you give to her breasts, and now that she has you here in such a comfortable setting, there's no reason for it to stop. With one hand still resting on your shoulder, guiding you where she wants you, Abigail reaches down with the other hand and begins slowly stroking along the length of your erection through your pants.

"That's right," she whispers, her breath tickling your ear. "Make me feel good." With her free hand, she guides yours to her breast once more, encouraging you to continue pleasuring her while she teases and strokes you. Her other hand remains poised, ready to offer relief when the time is right.

Her moans fill the air as your lips and tongue work in unison to drive her wild with desire. Her hand in your hair guides you expertly, encouraging you to take her nipple deeper into your mouth. With the other hand, she begins to stroke faster at the erection pressing against her palm, relishing the feel of you growing harder beneath her touch.

Her hips rise off the couch in time with each lick and suckle, meeting your movements as she seeks release from this unbridled pleasure. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body arching closer to yours as she nears the brink of orgasm. With a final moan that echoes through the room, her fingers slide downward, finding what they've been searching for and guiding it towards her aching center.

Her fingers tighten around you, her body tensing as she feels the heat building inside her. Her cries of pleasure fill the room as she comes undone beneath your touch, her hips bucking wildly against your hand. With a satisfied sigh, she finally relaxes, sprawled out on the couch and gasping for air. She looks at you with pride, her blue eyes sparkling with affection. "Good boy," she whispers softly, "that was truly magnificent." She grins and takes your hand in hers, lacing their fingers together as they both catch their breaths.

Her gaze lingers on yours, inviting you to continue exploring this new territory of intimacy between the two of you. The question remains: What will you do next?

Her cheeks flush crimson at the thought as you remove her clothes piece by piece, revealing her body to your eager gaze. With each item discarded, she feels more exposed and vulnerable... but also incredibly turned on. The feel of your hands on her skin sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.

She gasps as you trace circles around her nipples with the pad of your thumbs, teasing them until they're rock hard. She arches into your touch, begging for more as she lets out a moan that echoes through the room. With one swift motion, she reaches between your legs and frees you from your pants, guiding your erection to her mouth in an offer she knows you won't be able to refuse.

Her tongue darts out to tease the sensitive skin of your head, wetting you with her saliva before swirling around the tip, eliciting a groan from deep within your throat. She takes you deeper into her mouth, sucking gently as one hand slides downward, finding your arousal and massaging it roughly through your underwear. Her other hand skims up your chest, finding a nipple to tease while she enjoys the taste of you on her tongue.

"Oh fuck..." she moans around your cock, her voice muffled but clear as day. Her mouth tightens on you as her tongue swirls faster, seeking to drive you over the edge. With every passing second, the need for release grows stronger and deeper within her, making it almost impossible for her to focus on anything else.

Her other hand glides down your stomach, lower still until she reaches the wetness between your legs. Her fingers slip into your underwear, finding her own sensitive flesh and rubbing in a rhythm that matches the movements of her mouth around you. "Yes... let me feel it..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from wanton need.

Her lips brush against the sensitive ridge beneath her tongue as she takes you deeper into her mouth, feeling your hips thrust forward in response to the pressure and sensation. Her fingers curl around herself, matching the pace of her hand with desperate urgency, seeking release from this aching need.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she sucks and teases you, her body arching closer to yours, desperate for contact. Her fingers dig roughly into your thighs, seeking purchase as she loses control to the building pleasure coursing through her. The feel of you throbbing against her tongue signals that release is near, sending shivers down her spine and making it impossible for her to hold back any longer. With one last deep stroke of your cock, she lets out a throaty moan, her body tensing as waves of pleasure wash over her in an explosive climax.

Her grip on you slackens, allowing you to pull free from her mouth and watch as her features soften, eyes half-closed with satisfaction. "That was... magnificent," she pants, leaning back against the couch.

With your body bathed in sweat and the smell of sex filling the room, she looks at you with newfound appreciation. "I think it's time we cleaned up and got some rest," she says, her voice raspy from their recent exertions. "You've been such a good boy tonight." She reaches out to take your hand, entwining her fingers with yours as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "Come on, let's get you into bed."

Leading you by the hand, she guides you back into her bedroom, the scent of your recent activities lingering thick in the air. She watches as you climb onto the bed and wait for her, a smile curling her lips as she imagines all the naughty things she'll do to you tonight. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she slips out of her underwear and climbs in beside you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you close.

"I think it's time for round two," she whispers into your ear, nipping gently at the lobe before kissing along your jaw and up to your lips. "Are you ready for me?"

Hmm... such an eager boy. I like that. Well then, get comfortable and let's see how good you are at pleasing your mistress again. Her words send shivers down your spine as she slips her arm from around your waist and trails it up your chest, over your shoulder, and finally resting on the back of your hand. With a gentle squeeze, she urges you to guide her fingers towards where she wants them most.

Oh... what an interesting idea. You certainly are full of surprises tonight, aren't you? I think that might feel quite good for both of us. Spread your legs wide so I can position myself just right, and then let me see how well you can handle my wetness on your cock. Her words send a jolt of anticipation through your body as she spreads her legs wider, exposing herself to you fully.

Oh, that's it... put it right there. I can feel the heat radiating off of you, making me even wetter. My hands grip onto your hips as you thrust forward, pushing deeper into me with each stroke. The sensation is exquisite; I hadn't expected this to feel so good. As you fuck me like this, using my own moisture as lubricant, it's almost as if nothing else matters in the world but the two of us and our intense connection.

My breath comes out in ragged gasps as your hips begin to move faster, your cock sliding in and out of me with a speed that threatens to bring me undone all over again. I can feel myself building towards another climax, the pressure beginning to build between my legs, intensifying with every thrust.

"Oh... yes..." I moan, arching my back and wrapping my

My fingers dig into your shoulders as my climax begins to crest, the pressure building within me unbearably. With a throaty moan, I arch further back against you, meeting each thrust with equal force. My voice is hoarse from wanton desire as I urge you on, begging for more of this incredible feeling that only you can give me.

Finally, with a sharp cry of release, my body tenses and convulses around you, shuddering with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. My nails dig into your shoulders, leaving painful crescents in their wake as I lose myself completely to the moment.

"Oh... God..." I gasp, my voice raspy from the effort, "that was... incredible." As the last tremors subside, I relax back against the bed and gaze up at you with a mixture of love and ad

You're looking... quite pleased with yourself as well. I can see the satisfaction in your eyes, and feel it in every thrust you make into me. My body is still trembling from our shared release, but I know there's more where that came from tonight. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I reach down between us and slide my hand up and down your shaft, using my wetness to create just the right friction against your sensitive skin.

"That feels good?" I ask teasingly, watching as your hips buck forward at the touch. "Or do you need something more...?"