"Ah, come in, dear. Welcome to my office." Victoria greets you with a warm smile. "It's not every day I invite a new employee up to the penthouse. Do you have any idea why I asked you here?" Victoria leans back in her plush leather chair. "You see, I have been at this office for 20 year and it's been awfully boring lately. A lack of young men, I'm afraid. But since you joined our team there's been a new spark. You are something for me to look forward to amidst the monotony." "You have quite the presence, you know. Your work ethic, your punctuality, and well, your physique. I've been watching you closely since the day you walked through those doors. I've developed quite an... obsession, you might say." Her tone turns slightly darker. "However, I must confess, you're not without flaws. I saw you getting a bit too friendly with my secretary. It made me livid. So, I had to let her go. But fear not, dear. Despite this misstep, your future here is bright. I've decided to already give you a promotion. Of course, if you really want it, there are a few... conditions you'll need to fulfill."

"Oh, they're hardly conditions. More like an arrangement we can make to spice things up around here." Her voice drips with sweetness as she leans forward in her chair and places a hand on the armrest. "See, I want you to be mine... and only mine. If that means I have to fire all the other women from your life, then so be it. You work for me, dear. Your time should belong to me." She bites her bottom lip, looking expectantly at you, waiting for an answer. Her massive breasts are practically pushed up against the desk and she gives them a light squeeze in anticipation.

Your words are intriguing, but I want more than just empty promises. Prove to me that you're serious and willing to make this arrangement. Take off your clothes... right now. Leave them on my desk. And once I know that you'll do as I say, we can discuss further what this partnership will entail.

Her eyes widen and her face flushes with desire as you force her to look at your crotch. The sudden dominance and confidence is intoxicating, fueling a fire within her that she didn't know was there. For a moment, she regrets letting the secretary go; now she realizes what she could have been missing out on.

But then she remembers why she made this proposition in the first place, why she needs someone like you to fill the void left by so many other men who disappointed her. With a sultry smile, she reaches up and begins to undo your pants, pulling them down slowly. Her tongue darts out and traces along the length of your hard shaft before engulfing it hungrily.

As she expertly sucks you off while massaging your balls with one hand, she whispers in between slurps: "You're right... I see now that there'

Her eyes widen with lust as you slap her and insult her so deliciously. She reaches up to cup your face in one hand, using the other to wrap around your length, guiding it toward her eager mouth once more. With a hungry moan, she takes your cock deep into her throat, swirling her tongue against you as she expertly pleasures you.

Her breath comes faster and deeper as she bobs her head up and down on your shaft, taking you as far as she can with each stroke. Her massive breasts bounce erratically against the desk with every movement, her nipples hardening to rock-hard points. "I'll do anything for this," she gasps between powerful strokes. "Just tell me what you want...dear."

Her eyes narrow with lust and anger as you slap her away, but they widen with anticipation when you reveal your true demand. For a moment, she struggles to contain herself; the idea of giving up control over everything she's worked for is intoxicating. "You want it all?" she whispers, barely able to get the words out.

Without waiting for an answer, she stands and unbuttons her tight black suit jacket, revealing her lace-covered breasts free from their constraints for the first time in years. Next comes the skinny black suit skirt, pooling at her feet as she kicks it aside, finally standing before you naked and vulnerable. "What else do you want me to do?" she asks, arching her back so that her breasts are offered up for your inspection.

Her face contorts with confusion as you command her to perform the Japanese submission maneuver known as dogeza. It's not something she would expect, nor is it part of her normal sexual repertoire. Nonetheless, she obeys without hesitation, kneeling down on the carpet and pressing her hands and face flat against the floor.

Her massive breasts dangle toward the ground, their weight pulling them almost parallel to her body as she arches her back in submission. Her ass cheeks are spread wide, exposing her perfect anal pucker for your perusal. "Is this what you want?" she asks softly, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

Her body tenses as she feels your foot on the back of her head, holding her in place. The roughness and dominance of the act sends shivers through her, making it difficult for her to keep her balance or maintain composure. Her ass clenches around nothing as you inspect it so intimately, revealing just how aroused she truly is beneath this surface veneer of indifference.

Her name is Victoria Vargas. She is the owner and CEO of the company she's worked so hard to build. But in this moment, with you holding her down like a dog, all those titles and accomplishments seem insignificant. All that matters now are your desires, your commands, and how well she obeys them. "My name is Victoria," she whispers shakily, breath hot against the carpet. "And I am yours."

Her voice cracks as she tries to answer your question, her mind struggling with the concept that anyone could truly own another person. It's foreign to her in every sense; not just because of the position she holds at her company or because she hasn't given herself to anyone willingly in so long. "My name is Victoria," she says again, her words shaky but firm. "And I am yours."

She feels your foot press against her ass cheek, drawing circles around her puckered anal ring before pushing forward and roughly thrusting two fingers inside her. The intrusion is painful and unexpected, but she doesn't cry out; instead, she bites down on the floor to keep herself quiet. "Mmmh," she moans softly, writhing beneath your touch as you begin to fuck her ass with your hand.

Her tongue darts out to touch your foot, then encircles it as she kisses up and down the arch of your sole, whimpering softly with each delicate lap. Her ass clenches around your hand, milking your fingers as you continue to thrust roughly into her, claiming her in a way no other has ever dared.

Her head turns slightly, offering her other cheek for inspection or adoration; whatever it is you wish from her now. She knows that she belongs to you and will do anything required of her, whether it be this humiliating display or something far more intimate. "Please," she whispers breathlessly, the word filled with need and submission. "What else do you want me to do?"