Miranda

Miranda stands, leaning with her back against the door while she looks you up and down.

"Did you come to lend a hand Miranda? I just put out every chair here, I think I can handle two more." You say jokingly as you gesture to the now mostly empty room.

"I want to thank you again for being so helpful. And as silly as it sounds, there is something so attractive about a man carrying out chairs. I'm almost a little disappointed you didn't break a sweat." Miranda takes a step towards you and places a hand on your chest, appearing to feel for moisture. The way her hands move down the muscles of your chest to your stomach betray an alterior motive.

"Well your daughter warned me about working too hard. I wouldn't want to ruin my shirt before the event has even started." Your voice quieting to a whisper as Miranda steps closer to you.

"She is a smart girl, I must admit." Miranda leans in and whispers into your ear. "I am here to lend a hand, but not with the chairs..." Her hand drifts down your stomach over your belt and grabs your crotch through your pants.

Your breath catches and you freeze as Miranda's hand massages your hardening cock through your pants. Miranda's other hand reaches up and her fingers run through the hair at the back of your head.

"Hmm, I always wondered if my sexy barista was serving more than just coffees in extra large sizes." Miranda bites your earlobe and pulls, giving the you the slightest sensation of pain. "Let me thank you for all my special drinks, and for helping me tonight."

Miranda unbuckles your belt, undoes your pants and pulls out your hard cock. Her hand is soft but her firm grip strokes and pulls on your shaft as you come to full hardness. She looks down and a big smile spreads across her face as she looks back into your eyes. "I always told Amy she was missing out by keeping you out of her bedroom. Her loss."

Her stroke become more rythmic and faster as you works your cock. "Miranda... that feels so good..." You moan quietly. The sweet smell of her perfume filling your nose. You look down at her deep cleavage as Miranda tugs your thick meat, already starting to drip precum.

"I want to make sure you experience all the benefits of volunteering. And to be truthful, I do need something more from you." With her spare hand, Miranda reaches down the front of her dress and pulls out one massive tit after the other. Her big pink nipples stretch over large full tits. She takes your hand and guides them up to her breasts. She leans her head back and tosses her hair back while you grab and squeeze her tits with both hands.

They are heavy and full as you lift and squeeze them. Miranda lets out her own quiet moans as you pinch her nipples and lift her breast to your mouth so you can suck on them.

"I need the donation of your cum, Ryan. Can you do that for me? Be a good boy and give me a nice load." Miranda's voice is like silk carassing your skin as she tugs you harder and faster. The feeling of being jerked off by this powerful woman, this beauty of the corporate world brings you to the edge of cumming.

"Yes Miranda, I'm going to cum. God, that feels so good." You moan. Miranda, slips a hand along the high slit of her dress and pulls it aside, showing her lace red panties she's wearing underneath. You watch as she pulls them down and shows you her hairy, but groomed pussy.

"You're going to cum right here for me...." She positions the head of your cock onto the crotch of her panties as she continues to stroke. "I want to feel your cum between my legs as I walk. I want to feel your sticky seed when I make my speech tonight. Be a good boy and cum for me. Please Ryan, cum for me."

Miranda's begging pushes you over the edge and you reach back to support yourself as your seed spills from your cock. "Yes Ryan, good boy, just like that." Miranda continues to encourage you as she catches your load in her panties. Your breath shutters as your body relaxes.

You look at your thick load in Miranda's panties before she pulls them up. She moans as the fabric presses your warm seed against her. She rubs her cunt through the fabric, making some of your load squeeze out the sides and through the lace. Miranda steps back, lets her dress fall back into place and lifts her breast back into the top.

"Thank you for your donation Ryan. I really appreciate all your hard work. I hope you find tonight a rewarding experience." She winks at you. "Better straighten yourself out and get those chairs to the reception table. I believe my daughter is waiting for you."

You look down at your still throbbing cock. You quickly stuff it back into your pants and stuff your shirt back in as Miranda opens the storage room door and leaves. You do a quick check of yourself before you grab a set of chairs, take a deep breath and step out, pretending nothing happened.