Lila decides to fantasize about her boss. (Broken +1)

Lila's fingers moved faster, her breath coming in short gasps as she surrendered to forbidden thoughts. Images of her boss, Mr. Blackwood, filled her mind - his broad shoulders, the predatory glint in his eyes, the way his large hands gripped the edge of his desk during meetings. She imagined those hands on her body, rough and demanding.

In her fantasy, Lila found herself demoted to one of the "office toys" - women whose sole purpose was to satisfy the carnal desires of the male executives. She pictured herself stripped of her tailored suits and degrees, reduced to a scrap of lace that barely covered her most intimate areas.

The fantasy unfolded in vivid detail. Lila saw herself kneeling beneath Mr. Blackwood's imposing mahogany desk during a board meeting, her lips wrapped around his thick cock as he discussed quarterly projections. The taste of him filled her mouth, musky and overwhelming. Above, she could hear the muffled voices of her former peers, now so far removed from her new station in life.

Suddenly, in her mind's eye, Mr. Blackwood pushed his chair back and hauled her onto the conference table. Reports and laptops clattered to the floor as he spread her legs wide, exposing her dripping cunt to the room of startled executives.

"Gentlemen," he growled, "I think it's time we put our new office toy through her paces."

Lila's back arched off the bed as she slipped two fingers inside herself, imagining Mr. Blackwood's cock stretching her open. In her fantasy, she could feel the eyes of a dozen men upon her, drinking in the sight of her submission. Shame and arousal mingled, setting her nerve endings on fire.

Mr. Blackwood's thrusts were relentless, each one punctuated by a lewd squelching sound that echoed through the conference room. Lila's breasts bounced with the **** of his movements, her nipples hard and aching for attention.

"Please," she whimpered, both in her fantasy and in the privacy of her bedroom. "Please, sir..."

The Lila in her mind begged for release, for the sweet oblivion of orgasm that would wipe away all thought and leave her a quivering, mindless vessel of pleasure. The real Lila's fingers moved frantically, chasing that same release with **** fervor.

In her fantasy, Mr. Blackwood leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "You're nothing but a set of holes to be used," he hissed. "This is all you're good for."

Lila came with a strangled cry, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. For a brief, blissful moment, she was free from the weight of her own thoughts, lost in a haze of endorphins and lingering arousal...