George Uhl And A Horny Blonde With Big Boobs (My Boss Is A Bitch_03)

The Vivid Office Affair
By Horny Geek Inc.

It was just another mundane day at the office for young George Uhl. He sat hunched over his desk, face illuminated by the glow of his computer screen as he crunched numbers for the quarterly financial report. The hum of fluorescent lights and distant chatter of coworkers filled the drab cubicle farm.

Suddenly, the door slammed open and in strutted his boss, Veronica, a voluptuous MILF in a tight pencil skirt and low-cut blouse that strained to contain her ample bosom. Her bright red lipstick, dark eyeliner, and sculpted blonde locks betrayed her recent beauty salon visit. She was armed with a sheer silk stocking dangling menacingly from one manicured finger.

“Mr. Uhl, a word in my office please,” she commanded tersely, dark eyes demanding obedience. On wobbly legs, George rose from his chair and shuffled after her, ogling the tantalizing sway of her wide hips and perfect, heart-shaped ass свhich stretched her skirt taut.

Veronica’s office was the picture of power: mahogany desk, plush leather chairs, floor-to-ceiling windows, and wall adorned with impressive credentials and industry accolades. And yet, the room’s dominant feature was the buxom blonde herself, perched on the edge of her desk.

“Close the door,” Veronica ordered, snapping the stocking like a switch. George obeyed, pulse racing as he heard the latch click ominously. Veronica gestured to hertypical bossman: “You’ve been seriously fucking up, Mr. Uhl. Care to explain yourself?”

“Uhhh… ” George stammered, mind blanking as he stared transfixed at Veronica’s pillowy cleavage and the street lights glinting off the diamond pendant nestled in her ample valley. “I, uh… I’m sorry, ma’am. It won’t happen again.”

“An apology won’t cut it this time, young man,” Veronica purred, smugly surveying George’s obvious nervousness. “I think we need to come to a more… physical arrangement, don’t you? I’ve seen how you look at me, undressing me with your eyes. You want me, don’t you?”

George gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing. “I, uh, yes ma’am. You’re stunning.”

“Then show me how sorry you are,” Veronica cooed, slowly arching her back and sliding a strap off one tanned shoulder, revealing the creamy swell of her breasts barely constrained by lacy, black lingerie. George licked his lips, heart hammering against his ribs. This was wrong… She was his boss… And married… But damn if he could tear his eyes away from her succulent body begging to be ravaged.

Reaching out a trembling hand, George brushed his fingers against a smooth, exposed shoulder. Veronica quirked a perfect eyebrow at his touch, but made no objection. Heart in his throat, George leaned in until his breath ghosted across her neck and she shivered, melting back against her desk.

“Kiss me,” Veronica breathed, “if you want to keep your job.” George lunged forward, capturing her glossy lips in a fevered kiss. Tongues tangled and he swept his arms around her, pulling her flush against his straining erection. Veronica made a low noise of approval, fingers tangling in his hair and yanking his mouth harder against hers. They made out heatedly, hands roaming and groping, until finally separating, both flushed and panting.

“That’s more like it,” Veronica smirked, shimmying her skirt up around her hips to reveal a skimpy black thong and miles of creamy thigh. George growled low in his throat, eyes zeroing in on her barely-concealed pussy. Unbuckling his belt, he roughly pulled down his slacks and boxers, unleashing his rigid, angry-looking cock. Veronica’s eyes sparkled with mischief and lust.

“Come and get it, stud,” she taunted, crooking a finger as she spread her legs wider, imagining his thick cock splitting her open. George stalked forward, wrapping her thighs around his hips and grinding his straining erection against her silk panties. They both gasped at the friction, George’s cockhead poking out from beneath his foreskin and smearing pre-cum across Veronica’s clothed slit.

Skin tingling with need, George pushed the drenched fabric aside and plunged into Veronica’s scorching heat without preamble. Veronica cried out, wasp-waisted torso arching off the desk as she was filled by his girthy length. He began slamming into her relentlessly, fingers digging into her shapely hips.

“Fuck yes, just like that!” Veronica groaned, clawing at George’s back and urging him on with her strong legs. The obscene *slap slap slap* of flesh impacting flesh filled the room as he drilled into her harder, the desk creaking ominously beneath them. George could feel his release building, balls tightening and ass clenching, but Veronica was insatiable, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts.

“More, I need more,” she demanded breathily, sucking his neck and biting his ear. Mustering his strength, George complied, fucking Veronica harder and faster until the room was hazy with the sounds of their grunts and moans. When he felt Veronica clamp down on him like a vice and cry out her release, he was done for, slamming home one last time and spurting deep inside her grasping hole with a shuddering groan.

They collapsed against each other, gasping for air and enjoying the afterglow. George could feel his cum leaking out around his softening cock and down Veronica’s quivering thighs. With a satisfied smirk, she reached for his hand and brought it to her mouth, licking their combined escapees from his fingers with a wink.

“Meet me in the copy room after hours so I can reward you properly,” Veronica purred, giving him one last peck on the cheek before shooing him out and straightening up her clothes and hair. On wobbly knees and a full heart, George stumbled back to his desk, replaying the illicit encounter in his mind and already steeling himself for more filthy shenanigans.

If he played his cards right, he’d be a promotion away from a permanent corner office…