Thursday Pt. 05

Sam stepped into Sadie's office to find the older woman sitting behind her desk in her high-backed chair, turned away from him with only the top of her burgundy bun visible over the headrest.

“Kindly close the door and take a seat, Samuel.”

The change in decor was remarkable.

Unlike on the main floor, none of the furniture came in a flatpack or had to be assembled with an Allen key. Everything was polished–if mildly worn–timber, from the large mahogany desk to the cedar bookshelves stuffed with legal tomes lining each side of the room.

A vibrant navy and silver Indian rug hid the faded carpet tiles, and Sadie’s credentials were neatly framed and hung. Even the lighting felt more welcoming, noonday sunlight filtering in a large picture window that took up most of the rear wall, through which the mature business owner was presumably staring.

“You wanted to see me, Miss Chandler?” Sam asked, squeezing himself into one of the two chairs before her desk. The frame creaked under his weight. “It sounded important.”

“I did, and it is.” She slowly rotated to face him, shapely legs crossed and delicate fingers steepled under her pert nose, only lacking a cat to complete the Bond villain impression.”I’m not blind, you know. I see what is going on out there.”

Sam’s throat went dry, but he couldn’t help staring at her overtly ample breasts framed by her elbows in the tiny crimson corset. He crossed his legs too, if only to conceal the obstinate upsurge in his trousers.

“You did–I mean, you do?”

Was he about to lose his job because he couldn’t keep it in his horribly constricting pants? Dammit, but blood flow down there was becoming a real issue!

Somehow, he felt that argument wouldn’t hold much water in the stormy face of his boss.

“I certainly do. They’re everywhere now. Cheap harlots strolling down the avenue, audaciously dressed in slutty outfits, flashing their tits and asses for the world to see.” Sadie hissed, bending forward and giving Sam a better view of her bountiful cleavage. “Trying to sink their claws into any man they can. It’s shameless, utterly shameless, I tell you!”

Sam let himself breathe again and nodded amicably in relief.

“As you say, Miss Chandler.”

His words mollified her some, and the hint of a pleased smile twitched the corners of her ruby lips. Dusky eyes behind designer lenses threatened to burn holes into Sam as his manager rose gracefully from her seat and prowled around the large desk.

“Naturally, you have no interest in that type of loose woman, right, Samuel?” She asked in a decidedly warmer tone, circling behind him to run a teasing finger over broad shoulders. “A fine young man like yourself with such a bright future ahead of him doesn’t waste time on trashy floozies. I imagine you have more… advanced tastes in women.”

Sadie draped herself over his back, and her spicy perfume washed over Sam as her firm tits pressed into his neck. “Just nod and say ‘yes, Miss Chandler.’”

He stifled a groan as his cock became an iron ramrod in his pants. A hammer ready to drive nails, or maybe some wicked boss pussy.

Four days of ever-present hardness and arousal–not to mention some eye-opening sexual experiences–had eroded away many inhibitions but not Sam’s good sense.

Sadie was reveling in a little power play, and he was disinclined to stop her. Not yet, at least.

He nodded diligently, “Yes, Miss Chandler.”

The burgundy-haired beauty let out a husky purr of satisfaction, slipping around to Sam’s front and sliding a knee across his thighs as she straddled his lap.

The chair creaked alarmingly beneath them as the position brought them face to face. Sadie’s teensy leather skirt rode up her slender thighs, almost to her crotch, as she lazily settled her forearms over his shoulders and shimmied her overflowing bodice under his chin.

“I thought as much but am still pleased to hear you say it, Samuel.” She murmured hotly into his ear, nipping at the lobe and raking her talon-like fingernails through his thick, sandy hair. “I couldn’t respect a weak man who crumbled to temptation so easily. Couldn’t trust a head that was turned by every dime-store tramp shaking her skanky ass…”

Sadie yanked Sam’s skull back by the hair and licked a line of fire along his stubbly jawline.

He grunted, barely shifting, and reflexively seized her trim, gyrating hips. The older vixen moaned in appreciation, arching her spine, reaching up with both hands to unfasten her wine-colored bun and shake out her long, wavy tresses.

They flowed like a cabernet waterfall down a fit, gymnastically-honed figure that belonged to a woman half her age with the perfect, suckable tits of a Penthouse centerfold.

“...Because I crave a man of good tastes. A real man who will work hard for my company, balancing the books and packing my tight cunt with hot, steamy spunk until it leaks like a broken faucet.” Sadie crooned, dark eyes smoldering as a manicured hand dipped under her tiny leather skirt for a breathless instant, then returned, index and middle fingers glistening wet with her nectar. “Do you like my taste, Samuel?”

“Hmmmff~!”

Sam grunted as she shoved her dripping digits past his lips and slathered his tongue in her tangy flavor. It was sharp and sweet, with a slightly salty edge that tickled his tastebuds. Sadie’s honey pervaded his palate and seeped down to his hyperactive groin, which was in a state of outright rebellion.

“Oooh, I can feel it.” Sadie guttered, her sonorous voice growing choppy with desire. “Your huge, fucking prick is aching to fill me, and… haaa~ I’m aching for it too.”

She ground hard against the ribald ridge in his slacks, rubbing and smearing her moist panties over the hard column of his manhood as she continued to dredge her sodden depths and crammed honey-drenched fingers into Sam’s mouth.

“This is okay, isn’t it?” Sadie crooned, her ebony eyes blazing like twin bonfires. “It’s not too much? You’re strong enough to handle a real woman, aren’t you, Samuel? Because I’m so fucking wet for you right now.”

Fuck, but Sam wanted to fuck his hot MILF manager until she screamed herself hoarse. To bend her over the desk, then pound that prim and proper pussy like it just ran over his dog. As the scalding tension between them skyrocketed higher, the few reasons why doing so was a bad idea seemed to evaporate.

“Mmm?” He asked intelligently, sucking the juices off her dainty fingers.

“That’ll be your job description from here on out.” Sadie giggled naughtily, rocking her yoga-sculpted butt in his lap. “Keeping ledgers and satisfying my needy cunt or whatever other hole I tell you to. It’ll be a challenging, full-time position, but it also comes with excellent benefits. You can start today… oooh~ right now, in fact. I demand it!”

With a final snarl of feral passion, she removed her invasive digits and replaced them with her ruby lips in a torrid, tongue-fueled kiss. The coffee and peppermint gum flavors mingled with a salty smack of her sex in Sam’s abused mouth. Hands dug cruelly into his hair again, but he barely felt it.

The hugely hung junior accountant was well past the point of reason, tougher than diamond and suffocating in his close-fitting clothing.

Then, in a moment of purest serendipity, his cum-stained khaki trousers surrendered to the inevitable…

Stitching popped down the inseam in quick succession, tearing a gaping hole down to Sam’s knee from which his monstrous cock rose like a Giant Sequoia being felled in reverse. It slapped solidly into Sadie’s sternum, a thick, veiny log of hardwood nestling into the heavy undercarriage of her big, supple breasts and drooling pearly precum over the little black bows and scarlet ribbons of her skimpy corset top.

Sadie broke their smoldering kiss to glance down, glasses sitting crooked on her nose as a wicked grin threatened to split her stunning face.

“There it is. There’s my big, BIG boy. I want it, Samuel. I want to feel that massive fucking dick stretching out my insides until I can’t catch a goddam breath!” She cried, dragging her sodden pelvis along the rocky base, tiny leather miniskirt bunching up over her waist and exposing a black spaghetti-string thong. “I want you to fuck the air out of my lungs and pump me so full that I taste you in the back of my throat!”

“Brace yourself, Miss Chandler!” Sam roared, jerking to his feet with Sadie clinging to him like a horny leech. The sharp heels of her knee-high boots dug into his ass like riding spurs. “You gonna get more than you can handle.”

“Talk is cheap. Hurry up and prove it, Samuel!”

He dropped her none-too-gently onto the large mahogany desktop, scattering a jar of pens and lifting her ankles above his head as his turgid crown scooted across her dewy cleft, seeking purchase.

It finally caught against the minuscule triangle of drenched lace covering her engorged entrance, and Sam pressed himself into her heavenly slickness, panties and all.

"Jeezus, Miss Chandler, you're so goddam tight!"

Her internal walls gripped vise-like at his enormity even as they yielded to the brutal intrusion. Sadie’s snatch was incredibly wet and baking hot like a furnace as Sam drove himself deeper, trying not to blow his wad too early.

He was very cognisant that this was officially it–despite his various experiences with Zoey in the bathroom. Samuel Hall, mild-mannered accountant and recently discovered super-stud, was about to spend his V-card inside the quivering quim of his gorgeous cougar boss writhing invitingly beneath him.

He had to control himself and savor the moment.

“Of course, I’m not some loose whore, Samuel. I train my body hard, clock hundreds of hours in the gym, keeping myself tight and fit for the right kind of man.” Sadie moaned, desperately wiggling her hips to take in more of him. “Aaaah~! That’s it, good boy, all the way in. I want to feel every fat inch of that magnificent cock… Mmmnph~ messing up my insides!”

She thrashed wildly upon his spearing meat, reaching for him with grasping fingers. Sam kept her pinned to the desk, booted feet up around his ears as he struggled to sink to the base and bottom out in her snug slit.

A fibrous barrier obstructed his unbending rigidity, some kind of pliable restraint trying to rein him back. Scowling in beet-faced frustration, the young hunk looked down at the joining of their lurid sexes just as he felt something give…

A searing spike of pleasure rushed down his girthy shaft as Sadie’s overtaxed thong finally ripped, stretched past its tensile limits, and whipped out of her clingy pussy with a damp, elasticated snap.

“FAAARK!” Sam howled as he was suddenly plunged to the hilt and toppled between her shaking, shapely thighs to collect a faceful of cushiony cleavage. “Mmmlorp~…”

“Yes, oh gawd, YES!” Sadie crowed, wrapping her slender arms around his head, snuggling him further into her buxom boobage as she bucked her rounded hips and climaxed convulsively. “Stretch me out on your gigantic bitch-breaker… Hyaaa~! I’m gonna cum and mark this huge cock with my juices! Don’t you dare fucking stop now, Samuel, don’t you dare… Gah~ fucking stop!”

Sam didn’t need any encouragement. Instantly intoxicated by his first taste of warm, feminine flesh, he raised onto his elbows and began hammering into the mature minx like a steam piston.

Sadie looked exquisite beneath him, a primed sexual firecracker stuck fast on his plunging prick and milking it with her constricting cunt as she yowled in wordless ecstasy.

Glasses cockeyed and burgundy hair flying, the ravishing MILF tore at the ribbons of her teensy satin corset, frantically unlacing the front to release her breathtaking breasts. They exploded free, two perfectly globular spheres of squeezable tit-flesh topped in ripe cherry nipples.

“Holy shit, Miss Chandler, those are huge!” Sam grunted between long, forceful strokes that set those creamy melons jiggling like vanilla blancmanges. “Were they always that bi–glommff!”

His words were cut short by the delicate digits jammed back into his gaping mouth

“Less talking… more fucking.” Sadie gasped between whorish moans. “And… hyaaa~ finger sucking. Maybe ****? Ooooh, YES! Definitely ****…”

****? What the actual hell?

Sam’s head spun with jumbled desires as his balls throbbed like war drums, signaling the attack. Her booted ankles crossed over the small of his back, trapping him inside that slick, squeezing nirvana while her sleek, muscular thighs attempted to pincer him in half. Sadie kept molesting his tongue with one hand, the other returning to grabbing fistfuls of his sandy hair and yanking at the roots.

“Mmmrrph!”

She was so small under his heaving bulk, every part of her trim and toned as a Victoria’s Secret supermodel, sporting soft tits the size of cantaloupes that slapped her angular chin with each energetic plunge. He could see her taut tummy swell where his meaty member displaced her insides, firm abdominals rippling as his monster burrowed beneath.

Their powerful pounding rhythm slowly shifted the heavy mahogany desk across the office in creaky fits and starts. Then Sadie wailed in carnal rapture, reared up like a striking viper, and sank her teeth into his broad shoulder. A second squirting climax stained the aged leather blotter.

“Ouch, goddammit!” Sam swore an oath, grabbing the randy she-devil by the neck and slamming her back onto the desktop. Sable eyes glittered wicked intentions up at him. A manic grin on her ruby lips. “Take it easy, why don’t you? This is supposed to be my first time!”

The older woman’s burning gaze softened a fraction, though her bucking hips didn’t slow in their rolling motions, gyrating on his spearing length.

“Good boy… good boy, Samuel.” She croaked, long lashes fluttering with bliss, nodding feverishly as he pinned her down in a chokehold. “It’s alright. You can… hnnnh! cum inside me. I–I want to feel your hot cum… aaah~ shooting deep inside my bossy cunt.”

“Holy fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck~...”

Sam rutted at a blistering pace. His face flushed red, and his balls were on the verge of an extinction-level eruption. Sweat leaked from every pore, dripping from the point of his nose and splattering Sadie’s joyous, wobbly titties until they gleamed with their shared perspiration.

"Do it, Samuel, give Momma her cream pie." She gasped, smashing her lush derriere back into Sam’s lap and taking him to the base, clenching her constricting pussy like a velveteen vise. “She neeeeds it!”

“I’M CUUUMMING!!”

With a final, bestial roar, Sam burst like a dam and flooded the burgundy-haired hellcat’s hungry snatch with a river of sticky seed. Muscles seized as a monumental orgasm crashed through him, blowing what felt like pints of steaming baby batter directly into his gorgeous boss’s empty womb.

“Good boy, good boy…” Sadie crooned, tenderly stroking his brow and cheeks with her fingertips. “Give Momma all your hot cum. Fill her until she drips for you.”

Sam dipped his head in mute agreement, feeling rather boneless. It wasn’t as though he had another choice. He had already blown his load, and Sadie’s long legs were still wrapped tightly around him, fixing him inside her and coaxing out the last few spurts.

“I–I think my pants are going to be a write-off.” He groaned, looking down at the shredded, nectar-soaked tatters hanging off his belt. “How am I going to get home? I can’t catch the bus like this…”

“Samuel, your pillow talk is awful.” Sadie slapped him on the sweater vest in admonishment, then pulsed her internal muscles around his unflagging girth with a leering smirk. “Besides, you’re not going anywhere. I can feel you’re still completely erect inside me, and I’ve got many more… positions for you to fill before the end of business.”

What was he going to do, say ‘no’ to an offer like that from his sexy-as-sin manager?

“Yes, Miss Chandler.”

“Good boy. Now let’s see what gives out first, your hips or my desk?”

Sam grunted and slowly started pumping into her again. Much of their mingled fluid was forming a spreading puddle of the polished desktop and leaking onto the carpet. He just shrugged and dismissed it as someone else’s problem.

It was like Sadie said; his job was to balance the books and pack her awesomely tight and welcoming snatch full of his creamy jizz.

…and stare at her big boobs. Where had Sadie been hiding such an incredible pair of cans?

His thrusting pace picked up as he bent down to give one of the stiff raspberry peaks an experimental suckle. Sam grunted with surprise when something warm and sweet dribbled into his mouth and danced across his tastebuds.

“That’s it, Samuel, suck on Momma’s fat titties.” Sadie moaned, grabbing him by the hair again. “Good boy, suck on them while you fuck her belly full of your young, virile seed…”

The heavy wooden desk began to creak and shift again in earnest as–unbeknownst to either of them–two sets of heavily made-up eyes spied jealously through the cracked office door behind him.

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