Let her think she’s seducing innocent little him…

“Really?” He asked, eyes opening wide as if he was shocked.

“Yes. Now you take off those confining clothes and take a seat while I show you what a real woman can do,” Florence ordered, pulling away from the hand cupping her warm mound.

Ultraboy eagerly stripped off his clothing and took the seat behind the desk, placing himself in almost the same position he’d been in when his mother had been sucking him off while hiding under the desk earlier in the day…

His nakedness revealed his hardening cock and firmly muscled body. Florence smiled and pushed a button, starting some slow, relatively quiet music, to which her curvy body began to sway. Her hands rand down her side, disappearing under her skirt for a moment and then her panties were puddled on the floor, she delicately stepped one foot out of them and the other kicked out, sending the sopping things towards Bryce, who automatically caught them and refrained from doing anything else until she prompted him to take a whiff of her scent…

Her musk filled his nose as he lifted the black lace panties to his nose, a slut’s panties, well worn and beautiful. Florence swayed towards him, unbuttoning her shirt and tossing it aside to reveal a black lace bra that matched the panties, it’s undergirding up to the mammoth task of lifting her breasts and pressing them together to create the cleavage that made her such a popular saleswoman and such a popular bedroom partner. It also revealed a silver stud in her belly-button.

She stepped forward and put a high heeled foot between his legs, mere millimeters from his sensitive cock and balls. “Take it off.” She ordered. His hands automatically dropped the panties, which landed on his hardening cock, their wet lace sticking in a surprisingly erotic manner…

Bryce figured out the buckle instantly, but let his hands fumble for a moment as they slid over her smooth stocking clad foot until he managed to free it from its high heeled prison. Then he repeated the process for her other foot. “Now the stockings,” she ordered, rolling her skirt up obscenely, to reveal her stocking tops, her bare pussy and a winking silver stud which pierced her clitoral hood. Bryce’s throat was unaccountably dry and his hand shook, partly deliberately as it traveled up a mile of chocolate skin covered by silk stocking and undid each of the connections and peeled them off her equally silken legs.

She bent over, shoving her tits in his face and he couldn’t see anything but the chocolate mountains that he was within, his nose filled with both the perfume she was wearing, some citrusy number, and the scent of her arousal underneath that. He shook his head like a dog trying to clear its head. Partly to attempt to clear his head, partly to motorboat the beautiful woman before him.

He felt something else besides soft titflesh on his face then, a tug on his hand, placing it flat against the arm of the chair and then a tighter tug, the same occurred on his other hand as Florence slid down, bringing her chocolate eyes level with his sapphire ones and kissed him hard. It was a blatant distraction, but he let it work.

She pulled back and smiled as Bryce glanced at his wrists, bound by her silk stockings and tested the bonds, or pretended to, he could have snapped them easily, or the chair, but either one would raise serious concerns. “Flo?” He asked dubiously.

Her smile grew wicked. “Wouldn’t want you to get overexcited and start without me?” She said.

“Okaaaay,” Bryce said dubiously.

The doubt faded away as Florence undid her bra in a single motion, revealing dark nipples, also pierced with silver studs, which he probably should have noticed, even through her shirt.

Finally she wiggled her ample ass out of her skirt and was as naked as the day she was born. She stepped forward, kissing him again and dragged her tits down his body as she slid to kneel before him. “Do you know why I got these?” She asked, raising her breasts one at a time to her mouth and licking the nipple piercings. This, not coincidentally pressed each breast against his now hard cock in sequence.

He shook his head as if it was all he could do.

“Sorry, what was that?” Flo teased, pink tongue darting out to touch the head of his cock for just a second.

“No, I don’t know.” He stuttered.

“So that everyone who see’s them knows what they’re in for, that they’re going to bed,” she smiled up at him, “or to chair, with a real freak. You’re in for a real education.”

Bryce nodded eagerly.

She reached behind her and pulled open a drawer in the desk and pulled out a string of condoms. “So I guess the next question is, do we use these, or are you ready to go for the natural experience?”