Bossy Busty Milf Will Make Me Pay ♕

I can’t show up like this.

Fresh out of college, I was already stuck between a rock and a hard place in my workplace. I stand in the restroom, trying my best to tuck my hard cock under my belt but unable to completely get rid of the bulge in my work slacks. There is a meeting with my boss that I was supposed to be at three minutes ago. That’s the problem—my boss. She’s got an authoritative voice and an amazing body that she shows off. Finally, I’ve found a job, and this bossy busty milf is going to make my life hell.

All of a sudden, I hear her heels clicking on the tile outside of the restroom, and I feel my heart start to race. Currently, there’s nothing I can do unless I want to be fired. Without delay, I rush out of the restroom, speed walk past my coworkers, and throw myself into the chair across from my boss’s desk. She walks into the room less than a minute later and waits patiently. She wants me to stand up and… shake her hand.

Oh No….

“Is that any way to greet your superior?” she asks as she closes the door and walks right up next to me. 

“N-no, ma’am,” I say quietly. I fumble to stand up, desperately wishing my shirt didn’t need to be tucked in. As I stand, I get a full view of the bossy busty milf in front of me; she’s wearing a tight white dress. It’s so low cut I can see the swell of her breasts peeking out. That’s definitely not helping with my erection. Not to mention how her wide hips force the dress to stretch a little in the front. 

She grips my hand and shakes it firmly. I swear I can see her smirking when I finally tear my eyes away from her tits and look at her face. But it passes in only a second, and she walks past.

Maybe she didn’t see anything.

Instead of sitting in her chair, she sits right at the desk in front of me. She’s teasing me, I swear. I can barely think; she’s turning me on so much.

“Take a seat,” she says, gesturing to my place. I sit down, only a foot or so away from her heels and her long beautiful legs. The way she sits makes her dress ride further up her thighs, and I can’t help but look at her exposed skin. At this point, I just want to feel my mouth all over her.

“Do you think this is appropriate workplace behavior?”

Her question snaps me out of my horny fog. I feel the dread grow in my stomach, and I look down to see the pointed toe of her heel right between my spread legs. In spite of my efforts, my cock straining against my pants creates a pronounced bulge. Before I can answer, the bossy busty milf moves her other leg and places it on the top of the chair right next to my shoulder. I now have a view up her very short dress, and she isn’t wearing panties. I swallow thickly.

“No, ma’am,” I reply. 

“So do you think I ought to fire you-” My breath catches in my throat? Being fired from my job so soon after starting would reflect poorly on me. “Or will you make it up to me?”

I look up, feeling hope grow. Can I make it up to her? Maybe some type of…. training?

“How?” I ask.

She smiles coyly in response.

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