Screw her over

"I notice you're not wearing a bra," I said as I typed. "Not very professional."

"Not that it's any of your business, but just before I pulled into the parking lot, the asshole in front of my stopped short, and I spilled coffee on my blouse and it soaked through to my bra. I had a spare blouse but not a bra, but my assistant Kelly just left to buy me a new one."

I finished typing and tapped the send icon.

Miranda reached up and grabbed her blouse. She yanked it open, sending buttons flying.

"What's going on?" she asked as she closed her blouse.

Orgasm!

"Oh god! What's going...."

Orgasm!

"Oh god!"

Cum non-stop!

"What's...what's happening?" said a freaked out Miranda.

Remove your blouse and play with your nipples nonstop.

I watched Miranda remove her blouse and reached up and start tweaking and rubbing her nipples. "Please, what's...help me...I...."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked. "You want me to titty fuck you?"

"NO!"

"That's what it seems like. You're totally coming onto me."

"Oh god, why can't I...I am not hitting on you."

Stop cumming. Stop playing with your nipples. Remove your pantyhose pull them down over your head and leave them there.

Miranda, still freaking out, red-faced and breathing hard reached up under her skirt and pulled her now wet panties off, she pulled them down over her head with the panties over her head and the hose hanging down over her shoulders. "Please, what's going on?"

Remove your skirt. Get on your hands and knees facing the back wall. Stay like that.

"Oh god, now what?!" said Miranda as slowly undid her skirt and let it drop. She got on her hands and knees facing away from you. "I can't stop myself!"

Masturbate nonstop.

Miranda reached up between her legs and started finger fucking herself.

I was now horny.