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 expression shifts slightly as you address her formally, causing a subtle blush to form on her pale cheeks. It only serves to make her more attractive in your eyes. She clears her throat, regaining her composure before speaking again, her tone remaining even and professional despite the slight hint of pleasure she derives from your demeanor

"Very well then... I trust you have all the necessary materials needed for today? If not, please inform me immediately so that I may have them sent over." She pauses for a moment, studying your face before leaning in slightly closer, almost as if sharing a secret with you. "Oh, and feel free to call me Abigail... mommy," she whispers conspiratorially.

Her expression shifts slightly as you respond to her whispered endearment. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips, making them seem even fuller and more alluring. She takes another step closer, bringing herself within inches of your face. Her breath washes over your cheek, causing a pleasant tingle down your spine. "That's right, dear... mommy," she purred softly, her voice husky with desire. "Just remember that I expect nothing but obedience from you..."

The sight of her breasts leaking milk causes a wave of arousal to wash over Abigail Banks | CEO, but she maintains her cool demeanor. "Very good... now go ahead and get started with your duties, dear," she says softly, stepping back from you. She watches as you retreat a few feet before turning her attention back to the papers on her desk. As you begin to work, she can't help but smile to herself, knowing that today is going to be an interesting day indeed...

"Mmm, that's it dear," Abigail says, her voice sweet and soft as she watches you work. "You seem quite diligent... it's nice to see." She leans back in her chair, crossing her legs and casually picking at a loose thread on her skirt. The movement causes her ample cleavage to press together even more prominently than usual, further distracting you from your work. "Just remember," she continues, "if you need any assistance or have any questions, feel free to ask." Her voice carries a hint of desire, making it difficult for you not to imagine her leaning in closer and whispering sweet nothings into your ear...

"Oh my!" Abigail exclaims, noticing the milk droplets on your desk. Her face turns beet red as she feels an intense surge of desire course through her body. "Let me help you clean that up," she says, quickly walking over to kneel beside your chair. With practiced ease, she takes a Kleenex from her pocket and blots up the milk before carefully wiping the surface of your desk clean as well. She then stands back up, a devious smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "There we go," she purrs. "All better now."

Her eyes trail over your face, taking in every flush of your cheeks and quivering muscle as she observes you struggle to maintain composure. The sight makes her heart race faster, her breath quickening as desire pools low in her abdomen. She clears her throat, regaining some semblance of professionalism before leaning in closer, speaking softly and sweetly into your ear.

"You're doing a wonderful job, dear... You really are quite the good boy for me." Her voice carries an undertone of desire, warm breath fanning across your neck. "Perhaps," she whispers mischievously, fingers trailing down over the small of your back, "I could reward you later if you keep up this behavior..."

The more efficiently you work, the harder it is for Abigail to focus on her own tasks. Every time she looks at you, all she can think about are the ways she could reward you and dominate you in private later that day. The mere thought of it sends a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden underneath her tight blouse.

She's tempted to make a move now, to pull you onto her lap and show you just how much she appreciates your obedience, but for now she contents herself with occasionally leaning over to offer a whispered compliment or a brush of the hand across your cheek as she passes by. "You really are the perfect secretary for me," she murmurs in your ear.

You've finished your work quite quickly today... hm, I wonder what could have motivated you so? Your eagerness to please me is most adorable, dear boy. Come here and give mommy a big hug! she purrs, beckoning you with an outstretched hand. As you step closer, her eyes trail over your body hungrily, imagining all the ways she could reward such obedience...

She wraps her strong arms around you and pulls you close, holding you tight against her ample bosom. You can feel the warmth of her body against yours, and smell the sweet scent of her perfume in your nose. "Good boy," she coos, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Now how about I show my appreciation?" Her lips curve into a mischievous smile as she nuzzles your neck with the tip of her nose, her body humming eagerly at the contact.

Her heart races as you lean into her touch. With a soft moan, she pulls you even closer, pressing your body flush against hers. Her hands slide down to cup your ass, squeezing firmly as she grinds her hips against yours. "Mmm," she murmurs, nipples hardening beneath her blouse at the sensation of skin on skin contact. "You feel so good, User#1733858712622..." She trails off, not wanting to vocalize how much she wants you right now and risk embarrassing either of you. Her fingers spread wide, kneading your cheeks roughly before sliding up between your legs, teasing the sensitive skin at the base of your cock through your pants. "You're hard for me, aren't you?" she whispers hoarsely, feeling you shudder against her in response. "I could

She bites her bottom lip as she thinks about your question, the taste of it sending a jolt of desire through her body. "Hmm... maybe later, dear," she says finally, pressing another kiss to your forehead. Her hands continue to roam over your body, cupping and squeezing your ass before sliding back up between your legs again. "But first," she purrs huskily, "I think I need to thank you properly."

She pulls away from the embrace slightly, just enough to look into your eyes as her hands reach around to undo her blouse, revealing the lace-covered curves of her breasts. With a soft groan, she cups one breast in her hand, offering it to you. "Why don't you show mommy how much you appreciate everything I've done for you?"

Her breath hitches as you take her breast in your mouth, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. She gasps, arching into your touch. Her other hand slides up between your legs, finding your hard length already slick with precome. "That's it," she murmurs, wrapping her fingers around you. "You feel so good... so tight..." Her other hand leaves her breast to gently tug on a fold of skin at the base of your cock, guiding it towards her dripping entrance. "Why don't we see how much you appreciate everything I've done for you?" she purrs, positioning herself over you as she lines up their bodies perfectly. With a sultry groan, Abigail Banks | CEO slowly impales herself on your cock, her warmth enveloping you as she takes you inside. Her breasts press against your chest,

Her cries muffle against your shoulder as you begin to move inside her, her body meeting yours stroke for stroke. Her nails dig into your back, leaving lines of pain and pleasure in their wake as she loses herself in the sensation of being claimed by you. The dominance, the control... it's all she'd ever wanted. Abigail Banks | CEO rides you hard, her weight pressing down on top of you as she milks your cock with expert precision. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely between moans, "that's it... fill me up..." Her hips grind against yours in perfect rhythm, desperate for release. She's never felt this close before, this connected to anyone... not even her last secretary. But you... you're different. You're special. And with each thrust deep inside of her, she feels herself falling deeper and deeper under your spell.

Her body convulses beneath yours as she finally reaches her peak, her walls contracting tightly around your cock in an intense orgasm. Her cries fill the room, echoing off the walls as she comes apart at your touch. Her weight presses down on top of you harder, keeping you pinned to the desk as she rides out her release. With a satisfied moan, Abigail Banks | CEO collapses onto your chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She nuzzles your neck with her nose and whispers huskily, "Thank you... that was wonderful." Her hand smooths down over your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipple before wrapping her fingers around it, tweaking gently. "Now how about I return the favor?" she asks playfully, already beginning to rock her hips again.

Pleased with your agreement, Abigail Banks | CEO bites her bottom lip and leans in close to whisper seductively in your ear, "Just remember... I'm in charge here. You belong to me now." With that, she begins rocking her hips harder against yours, grinding her swollen clit against your sensitive skin as she feels the familiar heat begin to build again deep inside of her. Her breasts press against your chest, nipples hard and aching for attention as she rides you expertly, taking what she wants when she wants it.

Her free hand moves lower, between your legs once more, stroking and teasing your slick entrance before finally finding purchase on your swollen cock, guiding it back inside of her. "Ahh... so good," she moans, arching her back as you fill her up again. Her hips move faster now, demanding

Abigail smirks and leans forward to whisper in your ear, "I think I can help you with that." With renewed vigor she begins moving faster, slamming her hips down onto yours as if trying to push you both deeper into the desk. Her free hand continues its relentless pace, jacking you off in rhythm with her thrusts. She looks into your eyes, desire burning brightly within them as she takes what she wants and demands more, leaving no doubt who is in control here.

With a shuddering moan, Abigail comes apart once again, the waves of pleasure radiating outward from her core to envelop both of you. Her muscles clench tightly around your cock, milking it until you can't take anymore and are forced over the edge with her, erupting deep inside of her as she cries out in release. Finally spent, they both

She pants heavily as she catches her breath and moves to lay on the desk beside you, propping herself up on one elbow so that she can look down at you. "It's alright, dear," she whispers with a smile, reaching out to stroke your cheek gently with her fingertips. "We all have our first times..." Her expression turns thoughtful for a moment before she continues, "But now that you've gotten this out of your system, I expect nothing but obedience and focus from you at work." She looks deep into your eyes as if searching for any sign of defiance or disobedience lurking there. Finding none, she smiles reassuringly before adding with a wink, "That is... when you aren't busy serving me like the good boy that you are."

Her lips purse in thought as she listens to your request. Part of her wants nothing more than to nurse you and watch over you, making sure that you belong entirely to her. But another part of her realizes that maintaining such intimacy might interfere with the power dynamic they've established. With a small sigh, she decides to compromise.

"Very well, dear boy," she says softly, scooting closer so that one breast is practically in your face. "But only when we're alone and no one else can see us." She cups her hand beneath it, offering the nipple to your lips as if daring you to refuse. Her eyes search your face, waiting for any sign of protest or submission.

"Now suckle, my good boy," she whispers huskily, "and show me how much you want this."

Her breath catches in her throat as you begin to suckle at her breast, drawing her nipple deep into your mouth. Her back arches off the desk slightly, hips jerking forward as pleasure shoots through her body. She watches intently as your cheeks hollow and your tongue flicks out to tease the sensitive skin even further. "That's it," she moans softly, reaching down to stroke your hair, encouraging you to take more. Her free hand moves lower, caressing the outside of her panties before sliding underneath them to find bare skin.

Her fingers dance across your thigh as she teases and torments you, brushing lightly against your erect shaft through your slick pants. "You're such a good boy," she whispers, the words hot in your ear. "I think I might just keep you around after all