Kleine blonde Angestellte ausgenutzt zum Arschficken vom Boss
Title: “The Boss’s Exploit: Defiling the Petite Employee’s Tight Little Hole”
A dimly lit, posh office suite. The executive suite, to be exact. The domain of hardened businessmen who command millions and millions worth of corporate assets. And in the thick of it all, quite unexpectedly, sat a petite young woman, barely out of her early twenties. Her name was Carla. She was a temp secretary, working to make ends meet as she pursued her Business degree.
The office was dead quiet this weekend, save for Carla’s relentless typing. Her eyes were glued to the computer screen, trying to finish her assignments before the boss returned on Monday. Suddenly, she felt a sharp knock on the door. Her heart raced as she scurried to open it. It was the CEO himself- 50 years old, Salt-and-Pepper hair, and an aura of power he exuded with every step. “Miss Carla,” he drawled, eyeing her up and down. “To what do I owe the pleasure today?”
“I, um, was just finishing up some paperwork, sir,” Carla stammered, the intensity of his gaze unnerving her. The CEO cracked a knowing smile. “Then, by all means, let me observe your… glorious work.” With that, he strutted into the office, shutting the door behind him. Carla gulped as beads of sweat trickled down her brow, suddenly aware of her short skirt and low-cut top.
The CEO approached Carla slowly, his eyes roaming across her petite frame. “You know, Miss Carla… you remind me of my daughter. So pure, so innocent,” he purred, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Carla shivered at his touch, trying to move away but finding herself pinned between her desk and the towering man. “Oh, but you don’t know everything about this business,” he smirked. “There’s a price to pay for success…”
The CEO grabbed Carla’s hands and pinned them above her head. “You… you want me to do something… immoral?” Carla squeaked. The CEO snapped his fingers, and his security guards entered, escorting in the office’s other junior employees, all tied up in ropes. “I wanted to give you a choice, Carla,” the CEO grinned. “Work for me, and you will receive the perks and upgrades you’ve always dreamt of. Refuse… and you will be left to rot!”
“The boss he… He already made the first employee do something wicked!”.one of the hostages whispered. The CEO flashed a devilish smile. “I have an insatiable appetite, Miss Carla, one that cannot be satisfied.”
“I… I just want to work,” Carla whimpered, “I have no interest in anything lewd or indecent!” The CEO slammed his hands on the desk, “Silly girl. Success demands sacrifices!” He produced a short skirt and mash bra from his drawer. “Go on; put it on!” Carla lowered her head, removing her work clothes and slipping into the skimpy outfits. The lacy bra was so tight that her breasts seemed ready to burst out at any moment.
The CEO picked up the flogging crops in his hand, his eyes sweeping across Carla’s curves. “Now, Miss Carla, you need to ask me for an upgrade!” Carla trembled at the sight of the crops and asked meekly, “May I have an upgrade?” “Is that all?” The CEO said, unsatisfied. “Beg for more!” Carla bit her lip and shouted, “Please, give me more upgrades!” “It seems you don’t sincerely want it,” The CEO said as he waved his crops, “Let’s play a game.” “This employee’s upgrades will come with STR1p duels,” The CEO declared.
Two male PLAYERS approached their seats, exchanging fist bumps with The CEO before leering at Carla. Their muscles bulged under their tank tops, and feral grins adorned their faces as they eyed her curvaceous body. “Please, let me have a chance to redeem myself,” Carla begged The CEO desperately. “I haven’t upgraded my account.”
“The boss demands a show before he issues your upgrades,” one PLAYER said, reaching out to grab Carla’s waist, “and a STR1p duel, of course.” The CEO nodded, watching as the PLAYERs stripped Carla naked. Her toned skin glistened under the soft office lights, and her perky breasts bounced ever so slightly with each movement.
The CEO’s eyes widened with pleasure as he saw the PLAYERS drink in Carla’s naked form. “Perform well in the STR1p duel,” he said, adjusting his pants. “And you’ll be richly rewarded.”
And so, Carla stood before them, trembling, but trying her best to remain defiant. The PLAYERS licked their lips, eyeing her like wolves ready to devour a tasty little lamb. Carla closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come, unable to utter a single word.
