Mr. Smith wasn’t expecting a bombshell for his two o’clock, but that is indeed what landed in his office.

And what a bombshell she was.

Her curves were highlighted in graceful professionalism, but the plunging neckline hinted at her purpose.

Looking up, he was met with the vision of her, and his hands fumbled the papers. He rose hurriedly, subtly brushing the sweat onto his khaki pleated pants before extending his hand. The gesture was not lost on her, and she smiled.

Perhaps this would be easier than she’d expected.

She shook his hand the same way she shook every man’s – with more force than they expected and a look of seductive power that stopped them in their tracks.

“It is truly a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Smith. I’ve been dreaming about this since I was a little girl.”

He stammered and laughed nervously, withdrawing his hand and scratching his head with a slightly amused look of confusion.

“It appears you have me at a disadvantage, and I can’t say I’m particularly bothered by it. Please, tell me more about this dream of yours,” he said as he gestured to the seat across from him.

She sat down and crossed one stockinged leg over the other.

“Well, I’ve come back home to set right some wrongs, and I have an idea for how you can help,” she said.

And then, Mr. Smith felt like he was in porn because this bitch just started sliding that stockinged leg up and down her other leg like a seductive little minx, and what was he supposed to do but stare?

So he stared as that perfectly modest skirt slid just an inch higher – revealing nothing and yet alluding to so much.

“I think you’ll like it,” she continued, and this caught his attention.

He snapped his eyes up to meet her gaze. He couldn’t help but hope after a sight like that, and yet he dared not.

She smiled at the glimmer of hope and added, “if you have the balls.”

And that certainly grabbed him by them.

She laughed a loud and robust laugh. He coughed once and then composed himself.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked, careful to measure his tone with dosed professionalism.

“Well, you’re probably wondering how I would have even known about you as a girl, aren’t you? Or did you perhaps get a bit distracted?” she asked, deliberately and unabashedly pressing her breasts forward.

It was all he could do to nod as his eyes glazed over in that primal way that only the best tits can induce.

“I went to school with your son.”

The words snapped him out of his trance. Confusion wrinkled his brows; skepticism curled his lips.

She continued.

“Yes, you have every reason to be leary of me, though I promise I won’t hurt you. You’ll actually enjoy this quite a bit. But I do not come with good intentions for your son. I come seeking a restitution of justice for that which was taken from me. My innocence.”

Shock and revulsion played across his face.

“Don’t worry, he didn’t rape me. But he did verbally abuse me about my burgeoning sexuality, grope me during Science class, and encourage the rest of the guys in our class to do the same. He was the ring leader, and now, I want him punished for his misdeeds.”

Mr. Smith looked speechless, but words tumbled out of his mouth.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m no longer the little girl who couldn’t stand up for herself,  that’s for damn sure.” The depths of feminine fury played across her face, and for a moment, he was terrified.

“Now, I’m a woman.”

She stood up and walked around to his side of the desk. He pushed his seat back a bit, fearing her sudden movement, looking to the door for an escape.

“What do you want with me?” he asked nervously.

She stopped a few feet away from him, shook her head dismissively, and then giggled. Slowly, she reached both hands up to either side of her open v-neck blouse, then slid the fabric slightly further apart, seduction coloring her eyes.

“The first question, Mr. Smith, is what do you want with me? Then we can talk about how that fits into what I want with you.”

His eyes were glued to that still-slowly widening gap of fabric.

Eventually, he shook his head a bit and said, “this feels dangerous, and I’m sure I shouldn’t do it, but I think it’s obvious from the tent in my pants what I want with you. So what the hell do you want with me and how is it going to hurt my son?”

She crossed the last few steps between them quickly and then leaned over him in his office chair, letting his eyes gaze down her pillowy cleavage while she spoke. “I just want to give you exactly what you want.”

She grabbed his rigid cock lightly through his pants. It twitched, and she felt her power growing. She leaned down, pressing her breasts against his face and whispering in his ear, “and then I want you to give me his inheritance.”

She moaned loudly when his cock grew even larger at those words.

Before he even knew what was happening, her hand had snaked his cock right out of his pants, and she was holding him right there between her legs. She pulled her skirt the rest of the way up revealing that her stockings were crotchless and she wore no panties. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, worried he wouldn’t last as long as she wanted.

When he opened his eyes, she was waiting for him – cock in hand and devilish smile on lips.

“Tell me how badly you want it, Mr. Smith. It feels good to have your hard cock in my hand. I bet it would feel even better to have it inside of me.”

He thrust his hips forward a bit, but her hand held him in place.

She leaned forward and whispered in his ear again. “Say please.”

He groaned, “please” and she let his hips move freely allowing him to thrust exactly where he wanted to go.

As soon as his cock entered her pussy, she slammed herself down on him, bracing the chair between the wall and his desk. He sucked in his breath at the sudden tightness of her pussy and the feel of her soft curves against him. She rode him passionately, breasts and hair flying freely as she enjoyed herself openly for his erotic viewing.

And then she stopped and opened her eyes. She leaned forward and kissed him – tongue invading his mouth, mouth devouring his lips.  Her hips rocked in perfect rhythm with his frantic thrusting. Her fingers tangled in his hair and scratched intensity into his back. It was a war, and her body was winning.

She leaned her breasts over his face and let her breath come in passionate waves against his neck and ears, matching the intensity and timing to his own groans. She smiled to herself as she discovered his sensitive spots and pressed his individual buttons – the left earlobe that made his dick twitch every time she nibbled it, the stifled moan when she brushed the back of her hand against his nipple, the way his whole body clenched every time she rocked her hips forward and up. Bit by bit she learned his body until she was ready, and then she unleashed the things she’d learned.

She leaned forward and sucked on his left earlobe, pressing her breasts against him and reaching down to gently roll both of his nipples between her fingers and thumbs. And she milked him – with her hips, with her mouth, with her hands – she used every part of her body to pull the cum out of him.

His breathing quickened to a pant and then his whole body tensed as he shot his seed inside of her. A brief moment of clarity crossed his eyes, and then he just relaxed into the afterglow of climax. She nestled into his body, letting her softness soothe him. Her warm breath and the way her hair tangled into his eyes left him content in a way he hadn’t been in so long. He knew it was wrong, and yet he just couldn’t help himself. It felt good. She felt good.

Her soft voice awoke him from his contemplations.

“Now, I know there’s a very good chance that will take. Let’s just say I’m an intentional woman. But that’s not enough for me. So that little trust fund he’s been living off of? I want half of it today – just because I deserve to have it and he deserves to lose it.”

She sucked on his ear lobe for a moment, nibbling as her lips let it go.

“There will be plenty of time for me to take the rest later. That should be sufficient for today.”

Want to actually serve ME? There are so many ways to be MINE.