1-On-1 With The Boss

Anna Claire Clouds handles Casey Calvert's calendar like everything else in this office, without fail, no surprises. Until today. The subject line stares back at her screen: Office Fuck Session With The Boss. A minute-by-minute itinerary sits beneath it, detailing exactly how Casey wants her assistant's tongue, fingers, and body used. Anna's first instinct is HR. Her second thought is how rare it is to get this close to power, to the woman who signs her paychecks. She walks into the corner office at four sharp. Casey stands up from behind her desk already flushed, eyes dark with that calculated hunger. She grabs Anna by the hips, spins her around, pushes her down across the cool laminate. Nylon tears under her nails, Casey spreads her cheeks and buries her face between them. Her tongue finds Anna's clit without hesitation, licking in heavy, unhurried strokes until Anna's thighs shake. When Casey's done, she climbs onto the desk, legs spread wide. Anna yanks open the same dark pantyhose, tears the seam straight through, and presses her mouth to slick, swollen folds. Casey's taste coats her tongue, sharp and hot. The strapon appears next, matte black silicone gleaming under fluorescent lights. Casey fucks her over the desk, on the couch, against the glass where the whole city could watch if they bothered to look up. Anna cums once, grinding down on the toy, then again with Casey’s thumb pressed to her clit. When she finally slides off, she drops to her knees and cleans every inch of her own wetness from the shaft, tongue dragging slow and thorough while Casey watches with a satisfied smirk.