Lure him in with your ASSets

Sitting in your office, you realize your greatest weapon of seduction is right beneath you: your lovely ass. Brad used to love it and you've caught more than one coworker watching you as you pass them by. Surely Mr. Perry will succumb to your wiggle and sway. You smooth your skirt, choose a random hard copy of spreadsheets, and head to Mr. Perry's office. Wendy in reception is occupied with ordering something over the phone, so you had right up to the door, your firm ass given a little help by your two-inch heels. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever may come from your attempt at seduction, and knock on the door.

"Come on in," says Mr. Perry.

The clicking sound of your heels precedes you into his office. It's appointed in fine wood and covered with various hunting and fishing trophies. A long, dark leather couch stretches beneath a bookcase. Mr. Perry, at his captain's desk beneath the head of a moose, is wearing his reading glasses and paging through a trade magazine. You shut the door behind you and put all the sway in your hips you can muster. You feel like a bird doing a maiting dance wiggling your ass so much, but the exaggerated movement gets across the point.

Mr. Perry is blushing and staring with naked lust as you approach his desk.

Summoning your sultry voice once more, you come around to his side of the desk and offer the hard copy to him.

"I thought you should have a look at this," you say, staring into his hazel eyes.

"What is it?" asks Mr. Perry, taking the numbers from you.

"I was just so worried," you say, "that I couldn't handle it all myself. I needed a man to help."

"The, ah, well, ah, I'm not an accountant, but, ah, I could take a look." You've got him tripping over himself with nerves. He opens the hard copy and begins scanning through it. "What, ah, what am I looking for?"

You take a pen from his desk and lean over his shoulder. You hold the pen as if intending to indicate a particular column of numbers, but then you deliberately brush the pen off the desk and onto his lap. He yelps and scoots his chair back. The pen falls from his lap and rolls onto the floor.

"Oopsy," you say. "Let me get that for you."

Mr. Perry makes noises as if he objects, but he never actually objects as you get down on your knees - damn hardwood - and craw into the spacious area beneath his desk. The pen is easily in reach. You pretend it has rolled all the way to the back and, lowering your head to the floor, you thrust the firm peach of your ass in his direction. You wiggle if from side to side and make soft grunts of exertion as you pretend to stretch and search for the pen.

Abruptly, you push your butt back and it collides first with one of Mr. Perry's knees, and then you push back again, ramming your buns into the hardness of his lap.

"Oooh," you sigh. "I've got it."

You raise your head and, to your satisfaction, find that Mr. Perry looks as if he is about to pass out. Time to play your full hand.

"Here you go," you place the pen back on his desk and then begin to lift yourself up off the floor.

As you do, you pretend to slip, turning and dropping your ass right into Mr. Perry's lap. His chair squeaks and the heavy man grunts as your butt collides with his cock and stays put. "Oh, Mr. Perry. Something hard is in your lap."

"You know exactly what you're doing," he says through clenched teeth. You turn your head so you can see him and lean back against him, rocking your hips from side to side and grinding your ass against the hardness in his lap.

"I need it," you moan. "Give it to me."

"Get up," Mr. Perry sounds almost angry. "I'll give you what you deserve."

"Ooh!" you gasp as he shoves you off his lap. The big man quickly stands behind you.