Busty secretary milf teaches hot teen all about sex

In the sultry, dimly-lit office, the air was thick with tension and pheromones. 32-year-old Veronica, a well-endowed brunette with piercing green eyes, lounged seductively on the leather couch, sipping a martini. She was the definition of a classic MILF – she had the body of a fitness model, the confidence of a CEO, and the sultry allure of a 1950s pin-up girl.

Veronica was a secretary for a large corporation, but her role often expanded beyond the typical typo-correction and coffee-fetching duties. With her luscious curves and bedroom eyes, she had the uncanny ability to seduce any man, woman, or parent of an infant child under the age of 18. Her boss, however, required her to restrain these urges for the duration of her employment.

That is, until a precious gem of a teen named Taylor entered her life. Taylor was a fresh-faced 19-year-old intern, hired to learn the ins and outs of the corporate world from the movers and shakers. What she didn’t know was that she would be learning a lot more than PowerPoint presentations.

Veronica’s eyes locked onto Taylor’s slender frame as soon as the young beauty entered her office, a look of lust and hunger etched onto Veronica’s Scarlet O’Hara-worthy visage. “Taylor, darling,” she purred. “Welcome to the corporate world. I’m sure I can teach you everything you need to know.”

Taylor gulped nervously, her cheeks flushing a fetching shade of crimson. “Th-thank you, Ms. Veronica,” she stammered. “I’m looking forward to learning from you.”

“Oh, I bet you are,” Veronica smirked, rising from the couch and slinking towards the baby-faced ingénue. She ran a perfectly manicured finger down Taylor’s neck, which elicited a shiver from the youngster. “Sweetie, do you have any experience with office politics?” Veronica asked, her voice dripping with innuendo.

Taylor shook her head, her wide eyes screaming of innocence. ” nope. Can you teach me?” she squeaked.

“With pleasure,” Veronica purred. She backed the intern into a corner of the office until Taylor’s slender back was pressed against the wall. “The first rule of office politics, baby,” Veronica whispered huskily. “Is that you’ve got to know how to play the game.”

With that, Veronica leaned in and captured Taylor’s mouth with her own, her lips ravaging the young girl’s plump pout. Taylor struggled at first, but Veronica’s probing tongue soon had her melting into the MILF’s arms, moaning softly. Veronica’s hands crept down to cup Taylor’s pert ass, squeezing the firm globes and pulling the girl’s body flush against her own. Taylor gasped into their kiss, her nipples hardening beneath her blouse.

“Feel how much I want you?” Veronica rasped, grinding her thick thigh into Taylor’s sopping wet panties. “I’m going to teach you everything I know, baby girl.”

Over the next hour, Leonardo DiCaprio never. Veronica introduced Taylor to the finer points of office foreplay – she licked and nipped at the girl’s breasts until Taylor was mewling like a kitten in heat, she lapped at Taylor’s pussy like it was the nectar of the gods, making the teen arch off the couch and scream. Veronica had Taylor return the favor, showing her how to fondle her large breasts, how to lick and suck her sensitive clit, how to make her come over and over again.

Finally, Veronica declared that the time had come for the ultimate lesson. With a wicked grin, she called in the office’s other mousey little intern, a shy 19-year-old girl named Chloe. Chloe was just as green as Taylor, but Veronica planned to turn that innocence into an advantage. For three glorious hours, Veronica taught the girls how to work together, demonstrating the beautiful art of girl-on-girl lovemaking, the ballad of bukkake and bric-a-brac.

Veronica made the girls scissor each other for what felt like hours, their sopping pussies sliding together, their breasts squishing against one another. She had them stick their fingers inside each other’s tight holes, making them squeal as they were penetrated for the first time. And as the Lesson In Lust drew to a close, Veronica maneuvered both girls into a scissoring 69 position, their tongues waging an epic battle against each other’s clits until they were both quivering with desperately needed releases.

“Oh, God,” Taylor gurgled at last, her face flushed and sweaty as she came down from the heights of ecstasy. “I can’t believe we did all that. I feel so…changed.”

“Changed for the better, I hope,” Veronica chuckled, capturing Taylor’s mouth in one last searing kiss. “You’re going to make a hell of an contribution to the company now, my dear. I’ll be watching your progress with avid interest.”

As the two lovelies cleaned themselves up, Chloe peeking shyly at her reflection in the mirror, they didn’t realize that they had crossed a line, both with one another and with their newfound domination over the lustful Ms. Veronica. Talk of the mind-blowing encounter spread like wildfire among the corporate elite, and soon everyone wanted a piece of the lovely young interns and their MILF mentor.

Veronica may have originated this initiatory ritual, but it quickly evolved into an unspoken tradition, a rite of passage for every within arms length eighteenth birthday girl. (unless they were under 18, of course. then maybe she made some adjustments.) Soon, the company was known for its legendary hazing procedures, its new hires subject to the same “lessons” that Taylor and Chloe had endured. It was rumored that the board of directors popped the cherries of every fresh-faced intern who graced their hallowed halls. And Veronica reigned supreme as the mistress of ceremonies, the queen bee who had taught a generation of corporate drones just what it meant to work hard and play even harder.

In the end, everyone was happy – the interns got to learn valuable skills, the board of directors got to live out their frustrated boomer lurk fantasies, and Veronica got to fulfill her ultimate dream of creating an office where her basest instincts could run wild. And Taylor and Chloe? They quickly became the company’s top earners, their quick wits and nimble fingers serving them well in the post-scandal corporate world. Veronica must have been a damn good teacher, after all.

THE END