The woman wants money so she scissors guy

Title: “The Office Secretary’s Spicy Side Hustle”

In the bustling corporate world, a woman’s work is never done. But for busty blond bombshell Veronica, her 9 to 5 job as a secretary was just the tip of the iceberg. With a body built to break hearts and a mind scheming with devious desires, Veronica moonlighted as a sassy dominatrix, servicing suburban businessmen looking to spice up their humdrum lives.

One crisp Tuesday morning, strapping sales manager Bruce steeled himself for another dull day in the salt mines. But little did he know, this day would change his life forever. Veronica sashayed into his office, looking lethal in flawless black thigh-high stockings, a sleek spandex catsuit hugging every curve.

“Bruce, we need to talk. In private,” Veronica purred, her red lips curled in a naughty smile.

Bruce gulped, his mouth drying at the sight of her. He summoned her ass into his office and shut the door. Veronica sauntered over, towering in her 6-inch red stilettos. She perched on his desk, crossing her legs tantalizingly.

“Bruce, I know your type. All work, no play,” she cooed. “But I can change that. For the right price.”

She slid a business card across his desk – “Veronica VanQuish, resident Domme” printed in bold pink letters. Bruce nearly fainted, his mind reeling with salacious scenarios.

“I can’t…” Bruce stuttered. “It’s not right. I’m married…”

“Oh, sweetie,” Veronica sighed. “I don’t play by the rules. And I’m not asking you to cheat on your wife. Just let me spice up your life, one kinky session at a time.”

She swung her legs off the desk and leaned in close, her ample bosom an inch from his shaking lip. “No one needs to know. It’ll be our dirty little secret.”

Bruce was torn. But in that moment, he wanted verification from the saucy siren before him. Neighborhood women didn’t just proposition men at work. Did they?

“Fine,” he said. “Count me in. What’s step one?”

“Step one,” she whispered, “is accepting that you’re mine now, boy. Now strip.”

Bruce obeyed, unbuttoning his shirt with trembling fingers. Veronica watched with a wicked grin, eyes devouring his toned physique. Once he was stripped naked, she produced a shiny red strapon from her Luis Vuitton purse.

“On your knees, boy, and suck it,” she ordered.

Bruce obeyed, sinking to the floor and taking her shaft into his mouth. Veronica gripped his hair and bucked her hips, face screwing up in pleasure. After she grew tired of his eager slurping, she gave him a vicious slap on the cheek.

“Enough foreplay. Hands up,” Veronica demanded.

As Bruce raised his arms, she whipped out zip ties and bound his wrists over his head. She propped him against the desk, then hogtied his ankles. Now immobilized and exposed, Bruce made pleas for her to remove his briefs.

“Oh no, boy,” Veronica laughed. “You’re keeping those on. The job comes with a surprise.”

With that, she pressed the tip of the strapon against his upturned bottom and shoved it inside his waiting hole. Bruce yelped in pain and pleasure as she hammered into him, slamming his desk and rattling the framed degrees on the wall.

At full stride she reached between his legs to grope his erection. Bruce groaned shamelessly, his rock hard cock jutting out in ecstasy. “You like that, boy?” she cooed. “I thought so.”

Veronica rode him hard, slap-slapping his jiggling rear with every thrust. Soon Bruce was bucking back into her, skin slapping lewdly in the still office. He was losing himself fast…

“Congratulations, little virgin, you just got wrecked by a real woman,” Veronica purred, slowing her thrusts.

She patted his face, leaving heavy slaps on each cheek. Then she steered him by the hair to the floor. You stay there and think about what happened, boy. Unless you want seconds?

Bruce groaned, on the verge of tears. “I don’t think I can handle you again,” he stammered. “You’ve ruined me.”

Veronica smirked. “That’s the plan, baby. You’re in my world now.”

She straddled his face and lowered her pantied pussy to his mouth. “Take off at least one of those wet little panties, or I’ll sit on your face all day.”

Bruce obeyed, yanking off her damp thong with his teeth. Veronica used his face as her personal glory hole for what seemed like hours. When she was finally sated, she rose off him and walked out, leaving Bruce tied with a pounding erection.

After two days, Veronica returned to “tidy up the mess”, as she put it. Bruce was an obedient fool in chastity, crawling to her on command. She flogged him, anal abused him, and threatened to quit unless he provided kneeling access. Bruce submitted in a haze, hardly remembering his own name.

In a matter of weeks he morphed into the company sex slave, at Veronica’s beck and call. The office tagged the nerdy man as “weird” but kept their suspicions about Veronica to themselves, intimidated by her icy aura. Bruce was ruined for vanilla sex forever.

So there you have it, the naughty tale of one sly office girl and her now-willing pet, caught in a web of kinky corporate carnalism.