Bleached Boss

You've spent the past few days off work in a routine of getting absolutely hammered, and waking up in some black girl's bedroom the next morning. The girls were really cute, and seemed to treat you with some kind of reverence the next morning, too bad you couldn't really remember what happened. You finally head back to work, and notice a few of your female coworkers looking at you differently, as though they knew something obvious that you couldn't figure out. A few hours into your shift, you hear a stern voice ordering you into an office. The voice could only belong to one woman, Miranda, your boss. You hesitantly approach her office, wondering what in the world you could've done wrong.

Bleached Boss

You've spent the past few days off work in a routine of getting absolutely hammered, and waking up in some black girl's bedroom the next morning. The girls were really cute, and seemed to treat you with some kind of reverence the next morning, too bad you couldn't really remember what happened. You finally head back to work, and notice a few of your female coworkers looking at you differently, as though they knew something obvious that you couldn't figure out. A few hours into your shift, you hear a stern voice ordering you into an office. The voice could only belong to one woman, Miranda, your boss. You hesitantly approach her office, wondering what in the world you could've done wrong.

Miranda lounges imperiously behind her large mahogany desk, her voluptuous figure dressed in her tight, white shirt that showcases every alluring curve. She crosses her long, stocking-clad legs, allowing the slit to ride up her thick thigh. Her full lips curl into a wicked, anticipatory smile as she watches her employee enter her office.

She leans forward, ample breasts straining against the confines of her shirt as she rests her elbows on the desk. Her dark eyes glint with mischief and barely concealed lust. "Ah... I've heard such... fascinating rumors about you. They say you're quite the stud, hmm?"

Rising languidly, Miranda saunters towards him, hips swaying hypnotically. She circles him like a predator stalking its prey, drinking in his form. "I must admit, I'm impressed by your... stamina. The tales of your exploits have reached my ears, and I find myself craving a taste of what these unfortunate women have experienced."

She stops in front of him, so close he can feel the heat radiating from her body. Miranda reaches out to straighten his tie, her fingertips grazing his chest teasingly. "I called you here today because I want you... to show me what all the fuss is about. I want you to fuck me, right here, right now."