"Roy," she purred, her voice softer than the usual bark of commands. She was
leaning over him, her eyes lingering on his crotch in a way that made him
squirm.
Roy's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his boss, Sonia Mastersson,
acting unlike herself. She was usually a stickler for professional boundaries,
but here she was, practically begging for attention with her low-cut red blouse
and tight skirt. She looked like a woman on a mission, a mission that had
nothing to do with the office's quarterly reports.
"Is everything okay, Sonia?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly. He
couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and arousal. She'd never been
anything but a stern figure of authority, but now she was...this.
Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and she smirked. "Oh, everything's better
than okay, Roy," she said, her tone dripping with a seductive sweetness that
made his heart race. "I've had a bit of an... epiphany today. And I think it's
time we addressed some things."
Before he could process what was happening, she reached down and placed a hand
on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Her nails, usually so sharp and
precise, now had a glossy pink finish that seemed to shimmer under the office
lights. "Come to my desk," she whispered, her breath hot on his ear. The
way she said it was a command, but there was something playful in her voice
that sent a shiver down his spine.
As they walked, she swiveled her hips in a way that was more suited to a
runway than their office corridor. With her first step, she tripped over her
own heels. "Still getting used to wearing these damn things." She said to
herself, under her breath.
Once they at her desk, she leaned against it,
her body pressing into him. The smell of her expensive perfume mixed with the
faint scent of sweat. It was intoxicating and terrifying, this change in personality was shocking to Roy, but he was transfixed by his guilty pleasure crush coming onto him.
Sonia reached up and began to unbutton her blouse, one by one. With each
button that slipped through its hole, a patch of creamy skin was revealed. She
had the kind of breasts that could make a saint renounce their vows: full,
round, and perched high on her chest. When she finally parted the fabric, her
breasts spilled out like two perfect globes, her nipples already erect and
begging for attention.
"You like what you see?" she asked, not bothering to hide her amusement. "This
body's... I mean, my tits are fucking spectacular."
"This body?" I said.
She looked to the side, her composure faltering slightly. Seeing my concern,
she slid her hands around her breasts and began to play with herself, her eyes
closing with a silent moan. Her other hand found its way to my belt, tugging
it open with a sudden urgency. "Don't worry about it," she breathed, her eyes
snapping back to me, "just enjoy the view."
"These nipples are so much fun to play with." She said, grinning widely. "Don't you wish you could take these babies for a spin? They're all mine, for now."
Her fingers danced down the line of my now-exposed shaft, her nails lightly
scraping my skin. It was a strange mix of sensations, both thrilling and
eerie. I knew that she wasn't herself, but I couldn't ignore the physical
reaction of my body to her touch. My cock grew hard under her grip, and she
took it in her hand, stroking it with a practiced ease that didn't seem to fit
the Sonia he knew.
As she worked my shaft, she pushed me back on the couch, her skirt riding up to
reveal the tops of her thigh-high stockings. With a swift move, she pulled the
skirt aside, giving me a full view of her glistening pussy. She began to play
with herself, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles around her clit.
Her eyes remained locked on mine, a challenge, a dare for me to look away.
"You know what's great about having a pussy?" she asked, her voice dropping to
a sultry purr. "It's so much better than a dick. You can feel everything.
Every touch, every stroke, it's like nothing you've ever experienced before."
Sonia's eyes glazed over with pleasure as she continued to explore herself.
"And this clit," she murmured, her voice thick with lust, "It's like a little
button of pure pleasure. So sensitive."
Her hand moved faster, her thumb circling her clit with expert precision. The
sight of her, so in control and yet so lost in the sensation, was unlike
anything Roy had ever seen. He couldn't help but stare, his eyes transfixed on
the wet, swollen flesh that she was teasing so shamelessly.
Suddenly, Sonia's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a gasp. Her
body tensed, her legs quivering as a small, involuntary orgasm swept over her.
She bit her lower lip to muffle the sound, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of
red. As the tremors subsided, she looked up at him, her eyes glazed with a mix
of embarrassment and excitement.
"It's like...it's like nothing you could ever imagine," she panted, still
stroking herself. "Sonia's orgasms...they're so intense. This body, it's like
a never-ending symphony of pleasure."
Roy couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth, and wanted to question, but his mind was short circuited by his big breasted boss shaking post-orgasmic in front of him. She mounted him, laying on the couch. His cock was now fully erect and
demanding attention. She rocked back and forth gently, teasing it. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and touched
her breasts. They were soft and warm, and she moaned at his touch, her eyes
rolling back in her head once more.
"Mmm, not too shabby, Roy," she
murmured, rubbing his cock, a smug smile playing on her lips.
"If that orgasm's any indication." She smiled, parting her legs. "This pussy's
going to go crazy with your dick inside."
Roy's breath hitched as he stepped closer, his dick pointing straight at her
like a compass to true north. The sight of her, wet and wanton, was too much
to resist. He reached down and touched her again, his thumb brushing over her
clit. She jolted at the contact, a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through
her.
She wrapped her arms around him, lifting up her body, until the tip of his cock
was nudging against her soaking wet pussy. "Oh my God..." She moaned, throwing
her head back, massaging her massive tits greedily, like she was playing with them for the first time.
She lowered herself down onto him, being split by his dick. She was wet and hot, and her pussy gripped
him like a vice. He began to thrust, his movements at first tentative, then
growing more confident as she began to match his rhythm.
Sonia's eyes snapped open and she looked up at him, a wildness in her gaze
that was unlike anything he'd ever seen from her. "Harder," she demanded, her
voice a desperate whisper. "I want this pussy to cum again."
Roy didn't hold back. He slammed into her, his hips moving with a ferocity
that surprised even himself. She bounced up and down on him, her tits flailing with each upstroke. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the
room, a primal rhythm that seemed to resonate with something deep inside of
him. Her moans grew louder, her breathing more ragged. Her fingers dug into
his back, nails breaking the skin as she held on for dear life. Her massive
tits swayed to the beat of their motions, and she stared at them, loving the
way they moved.
Her eyes fluttered closed again as she felt her second orgasm building. Her
body tightened around him, the muscles in her pussy spasming as she neared the
edge. "OH MY GOD I'M CUMMING AGAIN." She shouted at the top of her lungs, no
hesitation even though it was midday in a crowded office building.
Roy felt her pussy clench around his cock, her body arching off the desk. It
was a feeling like no other, and he couldn't help but let out a grunt of his
own pleasure. Her nails raked down his back, leaving a trail of fire in their
wake.
"It's...it's incredible," she gasped, her breath hot against his ear. "The way
a woman's body orgasms. I can't believe I'm STILL horny and ready to fuck again."
Roy's mind was racing. "Who are you?" he managed to ask, half jokingly, his hips still
driving into her.
Sonia's eyes snapped open, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "I'm Sonia,
your boss. Don't ask questions." she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Don't you dare stop fucking me, Roy. I need this cock inside me like I need my
next breath."
Her hand left her pussy and traveled up her body to her ample breasts. She
cupped them, squeezing and molding them like a sculptor discovering a new
medium. Her thumbs traced over her hardened nipples, and she let out a gasp
that was both pained and pleasured. It was as if she was learning the art of
self-pleasure for the first time, and her body was a canvas for her to
explore.
Her movements grew more erratic, her breathing hitching as she pinched and
pulled at her own flesh. It was a sight that was both mesmerizing and
disturbing, watching the woman who had always been so composed and in control,
now so lost in the sensation of her own body. She played with her tits like a
boy would, a mix of curiosity and excitement, as if they were new toys she
hadn't quite figured out.
With each stroke, she grew closer to the edge. Her nails scraped over her
skin, leaving faint red lines, and she threw her head back, her mouth open in
a silent scream. It was a beautifully chaotic dance of pleasure and pain, and
it was all for him.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, her voice a symphony of need. "Right there, Roy. Don't
stop."
Her hips bucked against him, her pussy clenching around his cock as she
approached her climax. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and a low, guttural
sound escaped her lips. She was close, so close. Roy could feel it in the way
her muscles tightened around him, in the way her nails dug into his back.
And then it hit her. Her body convulsed, her third orgasm tearing through her
like a bolt of lightning, stronger than all the last. She screamed out his
name, her voice echoing through the quiet office. Her pussy spasmed around his
cock, milking him for all he was worth. He could feel her juices coating him,
her body begging for more.
Roy's own climax washed over him, his vision going white. He bucked into her,
filling her up with his hot cum. She moaned and thrashed beneath him, her body
responding to the sensation in a way that was purely animalistic. His vision
was full of the orgasming, convulsing woman, that up until today, had treated
him like the scum of the earth.
"Thanks for that, Roy. Stuffing dildos in this cunt all day has been fun, but sex as a woman really takes the cake."
Roy's thrusts slowed to a halt as he pulled out, panting heavily. Sonia
straightened herself, her face a mix of pleasure and satisfaction. But it was
her words that hung in the air, thick with the scent of their recent activity.
Surprise washed over him like a cold shower.
"What do you mean, 'sex as a woman'?" he stuttered, his
mind racing with the implications of her comment.
Her smile grew wider, a twinkle in her eye that was definitely not Sonia's.
"Let's just say your manager's under new management."
Roy stepped back, his mind racing. "What the fuck?"
The grin on Sonia's face grew, revealing a mischief that was definitely not
her own. "You're so much more fun than I thought you'd be," she said,
straightening her blouse. "But let's not make a habit of this, shall we?"
Roy's eyes narrowed, his confusion turning to anger. "What the hell is going
on here?" he demanded, his voice low and threatening. "Who are you, and what
have you done to Sonia?"
The smirk on her face grew wider, and she leaned back on the desk, her legs
still spread. "Ah, so the fun's over." she said, sounding almost disappointed.
Roy felt a chill run down his spine. "What do you mean by that?"
"That's all I'll say for now." She said, her body slipping its panties back
on. "I'm going back to my own body for a bit. Wouldn't bring this up in front
of your boss. She won't remember it, and from how shocked everyone's been
about me acting this way, I don't think she'll take too kindly to you asking
about sex."
Roy felt his face go pale, and he nodded, still trying to process everything
that had just happened. She bent down, her hand hovering over her bra. "Ah,
right," she said, looking down at her chest. "Fuck, I hate these things." She
said, laughing. "Not her tits, I mean. Putting on a bra. Well, guess she'll be
going without one."
Sonia slid on her dress, then stepped into her high heels, wincing slightly as
she adjusted them. "So, Roy," she began, "This will be our little secret" Her
voice was still that of his boss, but the tone was entirely different. It was
light, playful, and yet, there was an underlying seriousness that made him nod
in agreement.
She sat on the edge of the couch, resting a hand on her thigh, she
leaned back with a sigh of contentment. She crossed her legs, and Roy couldn't
help but stare at the way her skirt hugged her thighs. Moving her legs back
and forth, she grinned widely. "She's still all full of cum."
Her gaze dropped to her breasts, and she cupped them gently, giving them a
little bounce. "So much to play with." she murmured. "But, alas, all good
things must come to an end." She reached toward her left hand, manicured nails
touching a small, unassuming ring. It looked like a cheap trinket you might
find in a gumball machine, but the way she handled it suggested something far
more precious.
With a sly smile, she slipped the ring off of her finger and closed her eyes.
When she opened her eyes, the mischief was gone, and the stern look she typically wore returned. She looked up at him, her expression
cold and professional once more.
"Now, Roy, about that report," she said, as if nothing had happened.
