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Chapter 8 by Skogman Skogman

Well, what changes are bestowed upon her?

Boss -- Bimbo -- Breasts

(The addition of this chapter was decided based on the results of a subscribestar poll on: https://subscribestar.adult/skogchyoa )

That next day started in a flash for Richard, that strange routine which had been given to him by himself where he would lie in bed after awakening to question his life choices, that little song and dance, it just wasn't there. There was no laziness in his day, he was up straight away and preparing for what to do. It really was amazing how a little bit of expected hanky panky can so intensely motivate a man.

That motivation, which had dragged Richard through his awakening, breakfast eating and teeth-brushing, stayed with him up until he sat behind his desk where he stared into the various documents and texts which he needed to concern himself with on that day. It seemed like it really didn't matter much how the world changed, work was and would still continue to be, draining.

However, that enervating state would not be forever for Richard, as the effect from last night came to greet him with a wide smile and dilated pupils. Her breasts were eye-level with Richard and the same size as his head, while still somehow remaining perky. Above these fabulous funbags rested a face that seemed to be suggesting an interesting wrestling match inside of the owner's office.

With how rapidly the worker absconded from his desk and into his boss' office, it seemed as if he had almost teleported to that different room. To be frank, that little walk was comparatively uninteresting to the immediate blowjob that awaited Richard in the private room, it was scarcely any wonder that Richard forgot his getting to the room when the impression of the walk was compared to that of the following sexual act.

The woman in front of Richard sucked hungrily on his cock, her head moving back and forth with gusto. However, that passion was illfounded as the subject of her pleasuring attempts had already been sucked dry the day before, by the same woman in fact. It didn't take very long at all before the **** woman attempted to move on from just oral, as she removed her shirt and started to massage her employees cock between her giant titties.

The boss' movements were slow and sensual, showing great knowledge of pacing and eroticism as she felt the rock hard limb resting between her massive boobies. Richard for his part thought the situation to be one of immense pleasure, yet he still didn't think that he ran enough risk to give this woman his tribute of seed.

In just a few minutes of having stood in a position where the boss expected to have her face painted in white, Richard changed position to right behind his leader. His intention was to insert his meat into her wet and waiting cunt. Without protest, it was done.

The ejaculation which had been exercised that morning had been small and sad, almost painful for Richard. It was a side effect of the almost constant sexual engagement he had with his employer, something which remained true that entire day and made the hapless harbinger of happenings contemplate what to do on his way home.

Where does his contemplating lead?

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