Filthy Boss Manipulates And Uses His Milf Assistant As A Freeuse Sex Doll

Title: “Filthy Boss Manipulates and Uses His MILF Assistant as a Free-Use Sex Doll”

The bustling American corporate office was a beehive of activity, but tucked away in a private corner suite was a world of sinful indulgence. The man behind it all was Mr. Johnson, a rugged, alpha-type boss with a penchant for power plays. In his sights was his luscious MILF assistant, Stacy, a buxom blonde with curves that could make a grown man weep.

Stacy had been Mr. Johnson’s prey for weeks now, and she couldn’t escape his predatory gaze. He’d hired her for her wit, her work ethic, and let’s be honest, her unbelievable figure that couldn’t be concealed by her conservative office attire. Mr. Johnson had many devices up his sleeve to keep Stacy in line, and today he was pulling out all the stops.

It started with a deceptively friendly email, summoning Stacy to his office for a “pressing matter.” As Stacy stepped into his plush domain, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was about to be ensnared in something much more than a typical meeting. Mr. Johnson purred, “Ah, Stacy, just the woman I wanted to see. Why don’t you have a seat?”

The command was laced with a seductive undertone that sent shivers down Stacy’s spine. She took her seat, crossing her legs, trying to project an image of professionalism despite her racing heart. “What can I do for you, sir?” Her voice was breathy, her eyes wide and innocent.

“Well, Stacy,” he drawled, circling her like a shark, “I’ve been thinking about ways to motivate you, to get that extra spark of energy from you. I believe in rewarding success, and I think it’s time for your…performance review.” His eyes lingered on her ample bosom, practically smoldering holes through her blouse.

Stacy swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way her body responded to his predatory aura. “I, uh, I’m not sure what you mean, sir. We already had my quarterly review.” She fidgeted in her seat, her thighs clenching together as a familiar heat began to spread through her core.

Mr. Johnson chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent electric tendrils dancing along her nerve endings. “Oh, my dear Stacey, that was just a formality. This…this is the real deal.” He leaned in close, his breath ghosting over her ear. “I want you to be my free-use sex doll, available to me whenever, wherever I want. Do we have a deal?”

Stacy’s mind reeled, her thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. This was so wrong, so unethical, but her body wasn’t listening to reason. Her nipples pebbled beneath her blouse, and a wetness began to pool between her legs. She knew she should protest, but the words died on her lips as Mr. Johnson’s hand came to rest on her thigh.

“I…I don’t know if this is a good idea,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m your employee.”

Mr. Johnson smirked, his hand sliding higher up her thigh. “And I’m your boss. Besides, I think we both know you want this, Stacy. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching. You’re practically begging for my attention.” His words were a catalyst, igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t ignore.

With a shuddering breath, Stacy nodded, giving in to the darkness that had been lurking within her. “Okay. Okay, I’ll do it.” The words tasted like forbidden fruit on her tongue, sweet and sinful.

Mr. Johnson’s grin was wolfish as he flipped the lock on his office door. “Good girl. Now, let’s get started with your training.” He didn’t waste any time, his hands going straight for the zipper of her skirt.

Stacy gasped as he yanked it down, quickly followed by her panties. She scrambled to hop up on the desk, spreading her legs to accommodate his eager body. Mr. Johnson didn’t disappoint, his lips instantly latching onto her aching flesh. He licked and sucked, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy before pulling back, denying her release.

He took his time with her, mapping every curve of her body with his hands, his lips, his teeth. He pinched her nipples until she writhed beneath him, her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls. He fucked her with his fingers, his tongue, anything he could get inside her.

And it wasn’t just her body he used, but her mind as well. He filled her head with filthy words, making her call him Daddy, Sir, Master. He made her beg for his cock, for his cum, for the pleasures only he could provide.

Stacy was putty in his hands, his own personal plaything to use as he saw fit. And use her he did, over and over again, until she was nothing more than a quivering, fucked-out mess. He took her in every room of the office, in every position imaginable, until she could barely remember her own name.

It was only when the sun began to set, casting the office in a golden glow, that Mr. Johnson finally had his fill. He tucked himself away, straightening his tie as if he hadn’t just spent hours using her body as his personal fuck toy.

“Well, Stacy, I think that was a very productive meeting, don’t you?” His voice was calm, collected, as if he hadn’t just ravaged her in the most deliciously depraved way imaginable.

Stacy could only nod, her body aching in the most satisfying way. She knew she would be sore tomorrow, but it would be a delicious reminder of her submission to her boss, her Dom, her Master.

With a final pat on her cheek, Mr. Johnson unlocked the door, ready to stride out and face the world as if nothing had happened. But Stacy knew the truth. She was his now, his free-use sex doll, ready and willing to serve him in any way he saw fit.

She couldn’t wait for tomorrow.