To hear the lion's roar

With Mary bent over the desk and pinned between you and the table, you take your time to feel up your stern boss that you've always stared at fearfully from a distance. Her tights are easily the most attractive feature on her, in your opinion. They're smooth and beautifully tone her legs. Her tits are also firm and impressive in your hands, both more than a handful for you to cup and play with "You must use these babies a lot in court as a distracting tactic, huh?" you joke, as you slap them around casually.

Mary shrugs and responds to you, "I've gotta make use of whatever I have as a woman in a man's world. Most of them are only too happy to see some chest in the serious room." You gawp for a moment, never having actually considered that she would really take advantage of something like that.

"Well, no wonder you have such a high success rate in court!" you exclaim. "You're just shaking your assets around to bait people like the lesbian whore you are, flaunting your body to distract the opposition."

She laughs with you. "Well, it's worked really well hasn't it? I've got a good position in the firm and an impressive track record. After years of struggling to get ahead in the corporate world on purely my hard work and efforts, I grew tired of watching men laugh and joke about things in their macho swag all the way to the top. I realized that I could do the same with this body as well. And for the record, I'm bi. I've slept with plenty of men before, but I'm married to my wife, who was incidentally my first big client that scored me a promotion within the company," Mary told you smugly.

You'd never heard this about Mary. Within the company, she was a feared and respected person, with a no-nonsense and hardworking attitude. This was a side to her you'd never known. But hearing she was bi did give you an idea.

"Well, if you say you're bisexual and you've slept with men, then you must have experience with a dick before," you say to her. "I don't want you to stop bouncing on my cock once I start fucking you."

"In fact, you're going to be bouncing on my cock whenever I come into work first thing. No matter what you're doing, you drop it and come straight to me and service my cock like the bi bitch you are until you're in love with my cock more than your wife's pussy," you tell her.

Mary blushes but nods. "Whatever you say John. Now, are you going to fuck me or just keep standing there?"

You slap her ass hard enough to make her gasp and press your hand to her crotch afterwards. It is warm and moist even through the tights and her panties. You smirk and grip the fabric with two hands before pulling it apart, making a gap around her crotch for you to fuck her. Sliding aside her panties, you slick the outside of your cock with her own juices there first, making Mary moan with the stimulation. She presses both her hands to the table to support her weight.

You don't make her wait long, thankfully. Quickly, you penetrate her and slide deep into her warm depths. Both of you let out breathy moans into the room as you hilt yourself inside your boss. "Oh god, I haven't had a cock in a while," Mary says to you, which makes you grin.

"Time to make you remember what it's like then," you say in response, as you move your hips and begin to thrust into her.

The slapping sound of flesh on flesh and hip meeting ass is loud within the walls of the room. You wonder if the people outside can hear anything of what's going on and what they would think if they walked in and saw your boss bent over her desk and making a mess on the table as you pounded her from behind. You both certainly aren't making efforts to be very quiet.

When you start out, Mary is clearly not resistant to you fucking her by any means. Unlike the women you met yesterday who were cooperative but ****, she isn't inexperienced with men and doesn't mind a dick. However, as you both keep fucking, she begins to warm up to you and her moans get increasingly louder. Her hips begin to thrust backwards at you in sync with your own thrusts, and you both achieve a good rhythm of fucking each other.

Grunting as you fuck your boss, you feel like you want to go even harder and look around for something to grip. Grabbing Mary's loosely waving hair and scrunching it up into a rough rope, you pull on it like a set of reins on a horse, making her arch her head and chest backwards as you fuck her. Your other hand goes around to play with her breasts, squeezing and mauling the pair of large D-cup tits. You can't get enough of those fun bags on her and slap them around even as she is bouncing on your dick.

Finally, the stimulation is enough and you let go of Mary's hair as you pin her face down on the desk by the back of her head instead. "I'm cumming inside you, you worthless slut. Take my semen and bring it home to your wife," you grunt in her ear. The both of you shudder and groan out into the room as you come together. Then for a while, there is only the sound of panting as you recover from railing your boss in her own office.