Seduced by My Ambitious 63-Year-Old Boss in the Office

Printer hums in the corner. Door clicks locked. Coffee aroma mixes with my boss’s heavy perfume. I’m Eric, 20, fresh intern. Failing exams haunt me. Forced internship here, rural office branch in the Massif Central sticks. Bored out of my mind. Louise, 63, senior manager next door. Gray hippie hair, loose blouse. Invited me post-lunch for ‘chat’. She answers door half-dressed, blouse unbuttoned. ‘Too early for walk, Eric. Tea first.’ I sit. She leans, heavy tits spill out, no bra. Pale, sagging, huge. Bigger than girlfriend’s. I blush. Cock hardens instantly. Open space buzzes outside. Mouse clicks echo. She chats books. Erotica. Sade, Miller. ‘Porn mags turn you on?’ I admit. She smiles. ‘I have dirtier.’ Legs part. Skirt rides up. Bush peeks. We talk fantasies. My girl’s vanilla. ‘She needs training.’ Her eyes evaluate. ‘What do you crave?’ Big tits. Slutty women. All holes. She laughs. ‘Like mine?’ Blush burns. Door rattles faintly. Someone passes. Adrenaline spikes. She stands. More buttons undone. Tits sway free. ‘Garden view?’ Balcony off her office. She grabs my arm. Presses close. Hot. Smells of desire. ‘Hold me.’ Arms around her. Kisses neck. Hand slips in. Pinch nipple. She moans soft. Tits out fully. ‘Suck them.’ I devour. Tongue flicks. Bites. She trembles. Hand nears wet thighs. ‘Inside. Now.’ Back to office. Passion erupts. Hand on my bulge. ‘This.’ Unzips me. Kneels. Sucks slow. Wet slurps. Tongue swirls. Endless. I finger her hairy soaked pussy. Juices drip. She bends over desk. Skirt up. Fat white ass. ‘Fuck me, Eric!’ No condom. Thrust in. Sloppy squelch. Desk creaks. Papers fly. She growls. Pussy clamps. I explode deep. She screams orgasm. Stays plugged. ‘Good boy.’ To couch. Naked. She fingers self. Licks juices. ‘Taste me?’ I dive. Musky cum mix. Addictive. Hard again. 69. She gulps cock. I tongue clit. She bucks. Cums loud. Swallows mine. Nap under throw. Wakes me stroking. ‘Teach you more.’ But meeting looms. The Aftermath. I zip up. She buttons blouse. Smooths skirt. Tits tucked. Perfume sprays. Coffee sip. ‘Back to open space. Act normal.’ Door unlocks. Click. We exit. Smiles professional. ‘Great chat, Eric.’ Colleagues nod. Printer whirs. Mouse clicks resume. My cock twitches. Her wink. Secret sealed. Tension simmers for next time.

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