Slutty big tit office worker loves to be dominated at work

Title: “Dominating Desires: A Naughty Office Affair”

In the bustling corporate world, where high heels click and coffee brews, there exists a naughty little game. The players are skilled, the stakes are high, and the rules? Well, there are no rules, just slamming doors and sweat-soaked sheets. Welcome to the office of Sensation Incorporated.

TiffanyTERNAL, the busty blonde beauty, sashays into the room, her tight skirt hugging her curvy hips. She perches on the edge of her boss’s desk, crossing long legs that seem to go on for miles. “Mr. Johnson,” she purrs, “I was wondering if you could help me with… something in my file?”

The boss, a rugged, authoritative man, leans back in his leather chair, a smirk playing on his lips. “And what exactly is it, Tiffany, that you need help with? Your file is… Commendable.”

Tiffanyonomic Rose, the voluptuous secretary with an IQ as tantalizing as her thick hips, giggles, her huge rack bouncing with mirth. “Well, Mr. J, it’s just that… the slit in my skirt is feeling a bit… restrictive. Perhaps you could loosen it up for me?”

Mr. Johnson, always the gentleman, stands up and saunters over to Tiffany. He leans in close, his hot breath tickling her ear as he whispers, “Oh, I’d be more than happy to help you with that, Tiffany. But it’ll cost you extra.”

Tiffany’s eyes widen, and a playful smirk dances across her lips. “Unfortunately, Mr. Johnson, I’m afraid I’m a bit short on cash right now. But… I might have other forms of payment in mind.”

She turns around on the desk, her plump ass pressing against his crotch. She reaches behind her and grabs his hand, guiding it to the zipper of her skirt. “Why don’t you loosen me up, boss? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

Mr. Johnson, never one to turn down a challenge, slowly unzips Tiffany’s skirt. As the fabric falls away, he can’t help but take a step back and admire the sight before him. Tiffany is wearing nothing but a tiny red thong that barely covers her juicy pussy.

“Well, well,” he chuckles, “Looks like someone was planning this little encounter.”

Tiffany grins and hops off the desk. “A girl can hope,” she says, dropping to her knees in front of him. With skilled hands, she unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. She reaches into his boxers and pulls out his already-hard cock, stroking it gently.

Mr. Johnson groans, his hands finding their way into Tiffany’s blonde hair. She takes his cock into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. She sucks him hard and fast, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

As Tiffany services him, Mr. Johnson’s mind wanders to memories of Tiffanymathic, the curvy redhead who recently joined the company. He couldn’t help but notice the way her fake tits bounced with each step, or how her shaved pussy seemed to yearn for attention beneath her tight pencil skirts.

Lost in his thoughts, he barely notices Tiffany pulling away from his cock. She stands up and turn around, bracing herself against the desk. With a wink, she bends over and presents her ass to him.

“Come on, boss,” she coos, “Give it to me. I want you to take me right here on your desk.”

Mr. Johnson needs no further encouragement. He steps forward and positions himself behind Tiffany, rubbing the head of his cock against her wet pussy. With a swift thrust, he buries himself inside her, groaning at the tightness.

Tiffany moans, her pussy clenching around his cock. “Fuck me, boss,” she pleads, “Fuck me hard.”

Mr. Johnson obliges, pounding into her with quick, hard thrusts. The desk creaks beneath them as he takes her roughly, just the way she likes it.

As he fucks Tiffany, his mind continues to wander to thoughts of Tiffanymathic. He imagines bending her over his desk, roughly taking her from behind. He pictures the way her fake tits would bounce, the way her shaved pussy would quiver around his cock.

Lost in his fantasies, Mr. Johnson fucks Tiffany harder, his grip on her hips tightening. Tiffany screams in pleasure as he slams into her, her pussy pulsing around his hard cock.

With a final, deep thrust, Mr. Johnson buries himself inside Tiffany. He comes hard, his hot seed filling her up. Tiffany shudders around him, her orgasm crashing over her in waves.

As they both come down from their high, Tiffany dances-sanexcellent collapses onto the desk, her body spent. “Wow, boss,” she pants, “That was amazing.”

Mr. Johnson pulls out of her, a satisfied smile on his face. “Just doing my job, Tiffany,” he chuckles. “Just providing the best service possible.”

As they both adjust their clothes and return to their regularly scheduled workday, Mr. Johnson can’t help but think about what other naughty surprises the day might hold. With a workforce as stacked as his, he has no doubt that another office affair is just around the corner.

And as Tiffany struts out of his office, a mischievous grin on her face and her fake tits bouncing, Mr. Johnson knows that he’ll have to keep his eyes peeled. Because in this office, the real power lies in the hips, and Ms. Tiffanyexcellent has all the power in the world.