Gordon Green, office intern

Gordon hadn't been with the company very long, but he seemed a nice enough young man. His work was consistent if unspectacular, good enough that you were considering him for a full-time position when his internship ended at the end of the summer.

The way he was looking at you now, however, made it unlikely he'd make it to the end of the day.

"Oh wow," he gawked adjusting his wire framed glasses as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing, "Kevin, you crazy bastard you really went and did it!"

He openly ogled you, his eyes lingering on my hips and legs and most especially my breasts.

"Mr Green," you snapped, white-hot fury flashing through you, "how dare you! I am not some piece of meat for you to..."

"Shh," he cut you off mid-sentence, "I don't need you to talk right now. Just stand there and give me a minute to take it all in."

Your mouth snapped shut at his command. Unable to even whimper as he walked slowly around you like he was inspecting a new car.

"Gorgeous," he leered, reaching out to paw at your boobs, "I always thought you were kind of a milf but this... You're like a porn star!"

A small, vain, part of you bristled at his assessment of your looks, at thirty-five you hardly qualified as a milf!

Logically, that minor blow to your ego should seem pretty trivial compared to the fact you were helplessly frozen in place while this walking HR violation groped your tits. Rationally you should have been terrified by your sudden loss of control but, there was nothing rational about your current predicament, so a little irrationality was understandable.

The sensation of Gordon's sweaty hand sliding under the hem of your strangely short skirt to grab the bare skin of your ass. Wait, bare skin? Where the hell were your panties?

You tried to **** a cry of protest through gritted teeth, but all you could manage was a stifled moan that only seemed to encourage Gordon's wandering hand to probe further.

God, what did he think he was doing?

He couldn't possibly expect to get away with treating you like this, and yet there didn't seem to be anyway to stop him. He could bend you over and start fucking you right now, and you couldn't do a thing to stop him. The realisation that you are totally at his mercy makes your blood run could, but at the same time an unexpected warmth blooms between your legs and something wet trickles down your thigh.

Whatever your trapped mind might think about Gordon having his way with you, your traitor body seems more than ready to play along...