Cfnm Office Babe Teases Man To Jerk Off For Her

“Tessa, your latest report is due on my desk by 5 pm sharp,” barked Mr. Jameson, her stiff-lipped, balding boss. The words only somewhat registered as the primal urges began to surface. Her high heels clicked across the polished hardwood floor of the office as she strode purposefully towards her desk.

Stopping to get some water, Tessa filled her glass and took a sip, trying to cool the raging inferno building deep within her curvy body. The fabric of her sheer blouse strained against her ample bosom, creamy cleavage threatening to spill out at any moment. Of course she had forgotten to wear a bra today. What did any of it matter anymore?

Lost in erotic imaginings, the voluptuous temptress made her way back to the desk, sitting down with a firm, deliberate motion. Crossing her legs just so gave an ample view straight up her skirt-a daring preferred even with no panties. The rasp of her stockinged thighs together was louder than the clicking of her tongue.

What ifೀತBoss walked by? The thought only heightened the tension. Tessa decided to make some calls. It would be just her luck that obscene and provocative thoughts would take over now!

“Hello, Mr. Jameson’s office. How may I direct your call?” she answered the phone, voice dripping with honey-sweet seduction. Holding the receiver, she began her fingering, touching gushing pussy. “Yes, I’m sure I can help with that… Have a lovely day.”

A throbbing need had built to a fever pitch by 6 pm as she rubbed her thighs together, squirting in her seat. The way upright posture accentuated throbbing tits and breasts had coworkers exchanging knowing glances. One by one, pulls of stocking tops climbed her thighs until the edge of garter belts showed. She grabbed a flashlight and shined it between her legs, anyone looking would see her pussy bulge protruding and shiny with arousal.

At last, no one else remained. Darkness and aromas of honeysuckle incense. Overheated. Slick. Coveted. A buxom 36-24-36. Curves of the goddess Afrodite. Licking fingers. Massaging pussy. Palming tits. Crying out without restraint, hips jerking from the intensity as she juiced her slit.

The orgasm ripped through her voluptuous curves, her muffled shrieks only barely louder than the squelching of her soaked cunt. Sweat dripping between big tits straining to burst from sheer blouse. Blood rushed to face, turning it a crimson shade more vibrant than her lipstick. Perfume- drenched body slumped back in chair, fingers sticky with cum and juices. All thoughts vanished except the purest, most base levels of hedonism, her genes screaming to be serviced.

A glance at the clock revealed that an hour had passed in a semen slicked haze. Rising to full height, she walked out of the building. Heels clicked down the hall, past snippets of conversation and flirtatious smiles. Tits bouncing freely underneath blouse. Overbrimming sexuality dripping from every pore.

Slipping into the restroom on the ground floor, she fingered her clit in front of the mirror, cum spurting with the force of a broken pipe. Turning to look at herself from behind, she bunched the skirt around her waist to get a better view of her perfect ass. Spreading the mounds wide with slim fingers stretch marks crisscrossed the pale flesh forming a web of confident pleasure.

Splashing water on her face, Tessa gazed at her reflection in the mirror, not recognizing the wanton creature before her. A woman who thought nothing of wearing pencil skirts with no panties, whose tits where near bursting from tops so tight they seemed painted on. She couldn’t keep a man, he’d be forever signing the divorce papers she had already written in her head. Her curves had forever changed the course of her life, and she didn’t even pretend otherwise anymore.

Composure regained, she slipped back out into the bustling office. No one stopped her as she walked past, their glances trailing after curvy frame. A knock on her boss’s door, she stepped into his office without waiting for a reply. He looked up, eyes widening at her entrance. Tessa strode in and shut the door behind her with a definitive click. “Boss-man, do you need anything else completed before I head out today?” Her voice was honey poured over sex.

Mr. Jameson glances at Tessa, his eyes flick up and down, surreptitious and suggesting. One such glance lasts a little longer than is strictly appropriate. In the way only she does, Tessa does a slight twirl, revealing glistening skin and stocking tops adjusted around ample thighs.

Mr. Jameson’s eyes travel up to her face; she notices his Adam’s apple bob. “Nothing I need… rhere! Tonight.” He stumbles over his words as if egged on by her obvious availability. “I’m quite…satisfied by your work.” He stands, straightening his tie. Seems to remember himself. “That will be all, Ms. Tessa.” He turns away as if he outlined more intimately.

Tessa wisps a seductive good night as her heels carry her out the door, the very picture of refined horniness tinged with a promise of something more. Well, she thinks to herself, satisfied that she held court during their exchange. Eyes will certainly follow her all the way out of the office.

And so ends the elaborate tale of the naughty secretary who teased her boss to the utmost degree until only her shameless honesty was left. The story serves as a reminder that women have always been seductresses, especially the ones with an unexplainable ebony allure that can bring even the most reserved, buttoned-up man to their knees. Curvy goddesses wait in our corporate headquarters, at our every turn in life, demanding indulgence. Will you give in to the temptation? Your boss probably would.