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Professionally Unprofessional

ARTMS Haseul x m!reader

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"You're still here."

The clack of heels echoes first. Her voice second.

You glance up. Haseul leans against the chair of an empty desk, blazer opened enough to give your eyes something to wander. In one hand a pair of rimless glasses that she twirls idly, watching you work.

"I am. So are you as usual, boss."

Haseul lets out a soft huff, closing the door with her heel and sauntering in with each step slow, each clack calculated.

"Everyone else is gone," she says, adjusting the strap of her bra and rubbing the back of her neck. "Even you should've taken the chance."

"I had edits to finish," you reply, not even looking away from your monitor. "Didn’t realize how late it got."

"Appreciate the dedication, but you've gotta know when to call it quits for the night. You didn’t even take your lunch break."

Without even looking up, you know what her expression is. "Figured you’d want it done tonight."

You can almost hear her grin, the loud sounds of her heels nearing. "Ever the loyal assistant. But you've been staring at your screen too long. Take a break and relax a bit, even for just a minute. Eyes on me, instead."

Her heels fall with a faint thud right by your chair as Haseul takes a seat at the edge of your desk, giving time to admire how disheveled you look: tie pulled loose, shirt unbuttoned, sleeves all rolled up. She reaches out to undo your tie the rest of the way, slipping it right off to feel the smooth fabric between her fingertips.

"You work too hard, especially when you don't need to," she muses quietly while she tosses the tie away and leans back, stretching her stocking-covered legs before propping her feet right in your lap. "How about you do something else with those hands of yours?"

"What did you have in mind, boss?" you ask, playing dumb like you aren't already rubbing the soles of her feet on instinct, just to feel the silky softness of her stockings.

"No need to be so formal after hours," she murmurs. "But you're smart enough to figure out what I want."

"Maybe I need to be told." You smile—pressing your thumbs into that stocking clad foot a little harder than you intended, earning a sharp exhale from her mouth.

"I’m starting to think you don’t stay late to finish reports,” Haseul says. “You just want to be told you’re doing a good job.”

Her other foot presses into your crotch for added emphasis, toes tracing a deliberate path.

You keep quiet—for now, enjoying the pressure when Haseul teases a little too long.

"Knew it," she says, smile a bit too pleased when she switches feet, rubbing harder, toes pressing deeper. "Always want me to praise you, huh? Want me to tell you you're such a good assistant for me. That you're such a good boy."

The weight of her words does more to make your cock twitch and strain in your pants more than her feet ever will. Even then she doesn't stop, rubbing harder, using her toes to tease along your growing bulge.

"Don't go all shy on me now. You can't lie to me, and neither can this cock—look how hard it's getting. I bet I could make you cum in no time."

Haseul's coy smile and the fact she's not wrong makes this all worth it, eyes locked and clutching the edge when her foot applies the right pressure, doling out friction to get that cock what it desires most.

"F-fine you're not wrong, I want that," you manage, unable to turn away from how her silky feet stroke your aching erection through your pants, toes massaging the tip to make you fall apart.

"What else do you want, darling?" she purrs, biting her bottom lip.

You hesitate, because you can't even look Haseul in the eye, her legs so alluring and addicting to look at, to keep staring at even as she continues teasing your cock almost to the breaking point.

"Words," she insists, removing her feet so you can focus on what you really need.

"Isn't it obvious?"

Haseul just shakes her head, laughing all soft and sweet. "Of course it is, sweetie. But I wanna hear it from you. Be a good boy and say exactly what you want from me."

Fuck.

The mere thought of having her control you like this, so you'll crave her praise and commands, all your thoughts and filthy fantasies about to spill by the one woman who deserves them most.

You can't hold your words back any longer—you break.

"Want you—want to fuck my boss with your clothes ripped off, stockings still on while I pound you over your desk. Want my head between your thighs while you tell me what a good job I'm doing. Want my mouth on your tits, want—"

Haseul nods, stretching her foot out right in front of your lips so you'll get the message. And loud and clear, you get it: to shut the fuck up and kiss. "Getting a little greedy now, aren't we? You were so shy before, and now you can't stop babbling about me. So one thing at a time. Keep that mouth worshiping my feet and we'll see what I let you do after."

Your lips quickly descend on the arch of her foot, giving a tender kiss through the fabric to start. Her soft hum of approval lets you know the next step, holding her ankle as you pepper over every inch, the ball of her foot, over her sole, all over her painted toes.

"Look at you, so good at obeying me. So good at following what you're told to do." Haseul smiles, loving how eager you are to satisfy her commanding words. "Is this where I praise you some more? Kissing my feet after saying how desperately you wanna fuck me?"

"Please," is the only word you can reply with, placing another kiss onto her other foot, up the length, not missing a single spot. "Would make it better, boss."

She glares, though her gaze never drifts from your work. "I knew you wouldn't stop calling me that. Not even when I tell you not to. Maybe that's for the best... that's how I know you'll be obedient and listen to everything."

"Of course, boss," you answer quickly, not daring to lose momentum when your lips press again into those stocking-covered toes.

"Then your first task is simple—shut down your computer, and you're not allowed to do any more work after hours. From here on, all your attention is mine."

"Yes, boss."

"Good. And when you've taken care of that, follow me into my office. Got some reports to review."

"But I thought you said no more—"

"Don't ask questions. Do what you’re told. And don't leave me waiting."

Haseul grabs your chin and pulls you up for a quick, lust-filled kiss. She knows that'll leave you a bit more agreeable, a little distracted enough to stare right back when she picks up her heels and struts back to her office, hips swaying as she disappears from sight.

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Haseul is right there when you step into her office, leaning against her desk, blazer abandoned, still barefoot. Without a word, she crooks a finger, beckoning you closer.

"Close the door. Don't lock it," she instructs, which you don't question.

When you turn back, she's undoing the top buttons of her blouse, letting her cleavage show enough for you to wager a guess on the size of her breasts.

"What should I let my lovely assistant do first? Worship me more? Suck my tits? Fuck me? So many options. So many choices." Haseul looks straight ahead, folding her arms. "What to choose..."

The moment of silence is fucking unbearable. You ache to just get closer, but your body won't obey—but she doesn't say a word, the moment lingering, waiting for orders, cock still straining inside your pants.

"You'll really do anything I tell you, won't you?" Haseul asks, smile all smug and seductive. "Whatever your boss asks for?"

You nod. "Absolutely."

"Good—then lose the shirt. The rest stays on, for now."

With your hands shaking ever so slightly, your fingers start undoing the buttons, feeling a little too self conscious of yourself. Haseul makes her way over to the executive chair behind her desk, sitting down so casually and crossing a leg over the other while she watches you undress.

"Keep going. All the way off, let me get a good look. Take it all in."

You take a deep breath as your shirt slips from your shoulders, her eyes focused as ever as she admires your bare chest, roaming your body all for her satisfaction.

"Hmm, not bad. But maybe a little less time at the office and more time in the gym would help." You're not sure if that's supposed to be a compliment or insult, so you just stand still while Haseul stares you down, like you’re nothing but an object to drool over.

"So far, you've followed everything I told you to do. Without a single complaint. Which I guess means I should give you something for a reward. Get over here. On your knees.”

You're by her side in an instant, dropping to your knees right in front, ready to oblige whatever she insists on. Before you get another word out, she uncrosses her legs and parts them wide enough for you to get a good look at her panties beneath her tight black skirt. Your gaze lingers, shamelessly staring at this view offered up for your eyes alone.

"In case you ever wanted to know what color underwear your boss wears. Now you know. Today they're red. Yesterday was white. But I usually don't wear bright colors. Depends on the day and how I feel," she says and ruffles your hair with a smile, at how you can't help but stare when her thighs part even wider for you to see a little more.

"Maybe tomorrow it'll be purple. Maybe tomorrow there won't be any. Now if you don't mind—do I need to explain the rest?”

“No, of course not, boss," you answer fast before slipping both hands up her thighs, trying to not show your impatience, tugging the lacy material down inch by inch at a painstakingly slow pace.

"Good at writing reports. Let's see what else you're good at," she replies, adding a little lift of the hips to help, giggling as you slide her red panties down the length of her legs, and toss them aside to admire her pussy. Shaved smooth, slick from arousal, beautiful—just as expected.

"Go ahead. Eat me out when you're done staring. Know you're just dying for a taste."

You'll need a fucking lifetime to admire her mouthwatering cunt, but that's not your priority with her bare slit calling you, all that wetness ready to be licked clean. So after one last glance, you dive face first into her thighs, hearing her moan when your tongue makes contact with her sensitive folds, starting from the very bottom and licking a slow, upward trail right to her clit.

"God—again," she demands, letting out a pleased sigh, and you indulge her every command, the flat of your tongue stroking her wet slit over and over, each pass making her squirm a little more. Her grip tenses into your hair, making sure you keep licking, doing exactly what you're told.

"Perfect," she breathes out, fingers tangling in your hair tighter. "You're good at that—good at working hard and so good at eating my cunt. Couldn't ask for a better assistant."

You say nothing and drag your tongue through her wet folds, closing your lips over her clit to make her back arch into the leather chair, head thrown back from pleasure.

"You knew better not to waste time on teasing—now don't you dare fucking stop," Haseul tells you, sighing as her hands keep tugging, her thighs squeezing to keep your face right in between. "Eat my pussy like your life depends on it. That's what a good boy does for his boss, isn't it?

All you can answer is with another slurp of her clit—and fuck, her taste is overwhelming, making you absolutely devour that juicy pussy that drips with every flick. Your tongue works so desperately between her legs, wanting to feel that silky fabric brush across your face over and over, inhaling her sweet intoxicating scent as much as possible.

"How often have you thought of this? Your boss trapping your face right between my thighs, squeezing nice and tight so you can't even breathe? Make you go crazy for my pussy?"

Haseul adds more pressure with every passing moment, the feel of those stocking covered thighs so warm against your cheeks, borderline suffocating you until all you can do is lick and breathe her in. "Tell me, is it everything you thought it would be?"

All you can do is let out a weak nod when your lips suck greedily on that clit, latching on for as long as her grip lets you, muffling a sound that doesn't resemble anything near a real word. But Haseul doesn't seem to mind, smiling through how fucking good your tongue feels, moving her hips to ride your face as best as she can.

"Fuck, that feels so good—I could stay here forever with your mouth on me. I think you deserve another reward," she groans, letting her hips circle to coat more of herself across your face. Haseul lets that harsh grip go for a moment, so she can pull her top down lower, enough to expose those perfect tits with pretty nipples already nice and stiff. "Maybe if you're really good and make me cum, your boss will let you play with these. You wanted this, so make it count."

Her fingers tighten back in your hair, shoving you harder against her cunt, your tongue now working overtime with every frantic flick.

The way her bare breasts move has you double down, finding new ways to devour such a delicious treat in front of you as you stare up. The shape of them, so supple that you imagine squeezing and playing with, what they would feel like under your fingertips.

"Don't get too distracted. You can suck my tits later, but I told you to eat my cunt," Haseul reprimands, when her nails drag across your scalp, as a warning for you to keep your head where it should be. "Making me cum should be your top priority now."

She holds your gaze, like she wants to test you, to see if you'll actually follow through, on the impossible task of keeping focus between those delicious thighs and not the sight of her amazing tits.

"There you go," she sighs, once you start slurping on her clit without any regard, your face pushed hard enough against her dripping slit that it becomes a challenge to breathe, especially with her thighs squeezing your head. "This is what you always wanted, isn't it? Smothering you with my thighs—holding your head right in place, nice and steady until my cunt is soaked all over that cute face? Be careful, because I could really get used to this."

So could you, god could you, drinking in as much of Haseul's juices as possible, tongue lapping quicker while those stockings that cling to your face get wetter.

"Shit, that's so good, go ahead and make me cum. So when I let you fuck me, it'll be even better. Be a good boy so I can make a mess all over that face."

You nod, nose buried in her wetness, tongue tracing over her sensitive clit, sucking eagerly to help her over the edge.

"Yes, yes—shit, right there, keep your mouth on my clit," she moans, legs locking tight, her entire body twitching, lost to the pleasure that courses through her body. "Don't you fucking dare move from there—"

You wouldn't dream of it, lips slurping so obscenely over that swollen nub, your mouth so insatiable it drives you both insane. There's no better taste than this, no better view than seeing your boss so lost in bliss, with your tongue bringing her right there. Her fingers dig deep into your skull, writhing as you keep your lips latched, thighs pinning your face so her slick cunt can drench the entire surface.

"Shit—shit, I'm gonna cum!"

And when she does, with her moans echoing through her office, it's fucking divine. Her climax rips through her entire body with ease. Watching that face contort in pleasure, watching your boss cum for the very first time while her thighs continue clamping down tight around your face, cumming all over you with zero concern.

You don't even care that you can't breathe, or that your cock is aching and your pants feel too goddamn tight. You want nothing more but to drink in every second, every detail, her cunt gushing against your mouth, thighs shaking, voice breaking.

"God, you're fucking amazing," Haseul sighs with content as she lets her thighs ease up and slip back open, breathing hard to try to calm the trembling. "There's no way I'm not letting you do that again. I'll give you a fucking promotion just so I can cum like that again."

"Happy to be of service, boss," you reply with a smug grin, wiping a bit of her wetness from your cheek.

"What happened to the shy version of you? Well, you go down on a girl like that, you deserve some confidence." Haseul uses a thumb to swipe away more slick from the corner of your lips and brings it up to her own mouth. "Now, how about we do something about those tight pants?"

Before you can even think, she's pulling you up to your feet. While you're getting your footing, she's on the attack, hands yanking down your pants, boxers following suit. Your cock springs free, throbbing in the air and now Haseul is the one shamelessly staring when her hand wraps around the shaft to stroke gently.

"Not bad…" Haseul replies after admiring your cock for a moment. "Quite impressive. A lot more to you than I was expecting."

You don't exactly know how to respond to your boss drooling over your cock, but you'll take the compliment. With every soft pump of her hand you're moaning more than you'd like, her pace agonizingly slow, made even worse when her thumb runs over the underside.

"Now—I know I said I'd let you fuck me over the desk. But as you can see, it's kind of a mess. So many reports. Pretty sure yours are here somewhere. And I like a clean desk, no matter the situation."

When Haseul gets up and pushes her chair away from her desk, she slides her skirt off her hips and kicks it aside, quickly undoing more buttons of her blouse. In a flash, the entire upper half of her outfit comes off and gets tossed beside her skirt, leaving her in only those delicious black stockings.

"So, if you want, you can just fuck my thighs instead. Would you like that?"

The words nearly cause your legs to buckle at how blunt they are—Haseul acting as though her suggestion was the most casual thing in the world. Like the idea of squeezing your cock between those perfect thighs is just as normal as asking for coffee. God, she's naked, and even with her tits out, that cunt dripping, her thighs are all you can look at.

"My thighs—" Haseul repeats, spinning around so you get the message loud and clear as she starts running her fingers up and down. "I'm offering you a chance to slide your cock between my thighs, is that something that interests you?"

You'd be an absolute idiot not to say yes.

"Fuck, y-yeah, I'd love that. Yes, definitely. I'd love that, boss."

"That's what I thought. Let's see how it fits then. Get over here and guide that thick cock right in."

Without any hesitation, you rush closer and close the distance with your boss standing in front, naked and stocking clad, not a thing else besides. Not even a thought to the implications of it happening or what it could mean later. Not even the slightest conflict when you have those silky, stocking covered thighs ready and eager, all you care about is sliding right in.

So that's exactly what you do.

Haseul grabs the desk when your cock slides between her smooth, tantalizing thighs. Her skin is so soft even through the fabric, your slick head immediately gravitating right in that space, pushing inside until you're fucking against the warm flesh. You savor the feeling of how those thick thighs squeeze and hug you perfectly, closing tight to trap when you start thrusting without restraint, sighing when you can see the effect it has on both of you.

Haseul groans, fingernails digging into the wooden table to hold on for leverage. "That's a good boy. God, can't believe how hard you're already fucking them, I can feel you throbbing between. Faster—fuck faster, give those thighs what you deserve."

"They feel so good, boss," you gasp out, digging fingers into her wide hips for something to keep balance, for the right amount of resistance and tightness. All that wetness still present on her stockings makes it feel even better, sliding in and out that velvety friction.

"As they should. Go on and fuck them faster, let your cock go crazy between them."

She can feel as you move with pure force, not a single worry when you start bucking your hips faster into those heavenly thighs, craving the intensity, the urge to cum when her juicy ass bounces with each thrust.

It's almost this torturous tease, so warm and soft, yet you know what would feel even better. Something you can't have this moment. Haseul feels incredible like this, and god, you could blow just with the pressure building. How tightly she's able to squeeze together—the way those stockings slide up the full length of your cock, catching on the head when she even flexes the muscles beneath.

"Driving me insane, fuck—these thighs. Nothing has ever felt this good."

Haseul tilts her head back. "And you haven't even gotten a chance to be inside me yet," she says, as the head of your cock disappears into her thighs, teasing her clit when the whole thing rams between her flesh. "Just think of this as an appetizer. A little bonus for being such a good worker. Now have fun with them, use my thighs to empty your balls."

That's exactly what you'll do, letting the build-up continue, the urge that's just on the edge of breaking, practically begging for a release.

"Y-yes, boss, god, they're so soft—love fucking them," you blurt out as your hips go faster, to fuck that incredible pair of thighs the best you can muster. The moment you look back and see the rest of Haseul's naked body on display, watching the muscles move and flexing each time you move in between, it's hard to not imagine being inside. But you shift your focus and keep using those thighs to full advantage, not wasting the opportunity in front of you.

"That's a good boy. Nice and hard—keep using those thighs to empty yourself. I love hearing you moan, love how desperate you must be to cum."

All you can do is keep pumping, in and out, the friction intense, unforgettable. Haseul's skin is even softer than you thought, like absolute heaven with your cock trapped right in between. Your breath is starting to deepen, the warmth from her thighs getting you dangerously close.

"Close—so fucking close."

You can hardly imagine anything that'll even remotely compare—thinking of all the times you've stared at them during meetings, how much your eyes wandered and craved, only to end up like this, about to paint those dark stockings a creamy white.

But then the realization hits you.

"B-boss, wait—the reports."

You can hear the annoyance in Haseul's voice. "The ones you're always late turning in? Fuck the reports. Let it out. Cum all over my thighs. That's an order."

If you were in your right mind you wouldn't dare. But she's not giving you a chance. Those hips you're holding onto for dear life, those thick, fuckable thighs driving you further toward the edge. And then she squeezes, traps you so perfectly that you lose the final bit of composure you had. You moan a string of curses, the sounds of the word 'boss' when you finally release between her thighs, shooting a messy load over her smooth stockings, cum running down the material and all over her fancy desk.

"That's my good assistant," Haseul sighs with a smile, happy with the mess, happy with the outcome. "Love feeling you throb so much when you cum."

You try to catch your breath, riding out the end of your orgasm, fingers still tight around her hips and your cock twitching for what's left.

"Would you look at that—all over the reports," Haseul says, giggling when she looks at the thick streaks all over the desk. She's not worried though, not angry, simply proud to have a cum stained desk and ruined stockings for a visual reminder. "Guess everyone is working overtime."

"S-sorry, boss, couldn't hold back," you reply as Haseul spins around and faces you, your cock slipping out so you can view the damage yourself.

"Don't you dare be sorry. You did exactly what I told you to do and not a moment sooner. If there's anyone to blame, that's me," she replies, as you glance down at those stockings completely ruined, how her thighs glisten from the sticky mess that's dripping down.

You have little to say in return, collapsing back into her chair with a sigh as you're overcome with exhaustion.

"But that does mean you owe me new stockings. The same pair should do—your cum looks so good all over them.”

"Whatever you say, boss," you answer while slumped over in the chair. You're still recovering, both from how hard you just came, and that any of this happened to begin with. It's been a night of fantasies finally fulfilled, and there's still a little bit of worry over whether any of this will bite you back. But hard to care when your boss is right here, all naked, thighs covered in cum with that smile that will never get old.

"We aren't finished yet though," she says, hoisting herself up on the edge of her messy desk with a bounce. Legs spread wide for your viewing, displaying all her best parts like a centerpiece. "I was promised a hard fuck. So rest up, and then you're coming home with me. I'll even buy you dinner. You must be starving."

"In more ways than one.” With whatever leftover energy you have, you sit back and admire the view, implications be damned. This is probably your first taste of many. You're hungry and getting ready for more.

And Haseul looks quite ready herself.

Back at her place, you waste no time with small talk or going through any formalities. As soon as that door is shut, you're already kissing her neck, inhaling her sweet perfume while stumbling further into her place. It's more luxurious than expected, large and lavish with a balcony that overlooks the city, but you don't get much more time to appreciate it when Haseul presses your back against a nearby wall, claiming your lips in a ravenous kiss.

"Nice place," you mutter between her lips, as your hands start exploring the skin under that blouse, grazing up until she gets frustrated enough and removes it, letting you see the rest of that lacy red bra underneath.

"Thanks. Decorated it myself," she breathes out and attacks your mouth again, this time biting and sucking your lip for a moment. "I'll give you the quick tour. Living room, kitchen over there, balcony, and right this way—"

She pulls you away from the wall, heels abandoned along the way, tugging you towards the stairwell while you're busy staring at her ass bounce in that tight skirt.

"This is where you'll be staying tonight and fucking me senseless," Haseul says once you reach the top, her grip never loosening as you head inside the bedroom. You hardly have time to take a look around at the large windows and sleek decor, before she shoves you toward her bed until you fall backwards on your ass.

"So get comfortable. You have a long night ahead of you, after all."

"Looking forward to it, boss," you reply and lean back, supporting yourself on both hands as Haseul approaches the edge. She stops once she's towering right over, only for both hands to cup either side of your face.

"You are not allowed to call me 'boss' in here. We're not at work, this isn't the office. And you're not getting special favors by saying that," Haseul says while caressing your face, with a flirty little smile that goes right through you.

"Understood."

"At work, it's boss. In private, it's mommy," she clarifies before giving the lightest peck on your cheek. "Got that?"

When she asks a question like that, the response is obvious, especially when your eyes are still feasting on the exposed parts of her body. "Yes—mommy."

"That's my good boy. Now how about we take off those clothes while I freshen up a bit?"

It's only then when she releases her touch that she turns and heads for the bathroom. But you don't let the moment go to waste—shedding clothes off your body quicker than you can think. By the time the door shuts, you're there, naked on her spacious bed, spread out in anticipation.

And you don't wait long. The water turns off, the door opens, with Haseul, a fresh face and cherry red lips, wrapped in a silk bathrobe, hair cascading over her shoulders.

"My my, aren't you eager," she observes while approaching the edge of the bed, fingers ghosting over the sash of the robe. It takes everything to not lunge forward and toss her on top, ripping that delicate material to shreds. But patience is your best weapon here, even when a feast like Haseul is inches away.

"What can I say, you make it easy—mommy."

At that, her smile turns wide as she unties the robe. "You remembered the rules already, I'm impressed. That means good boys get a reward, no matter how impatient they are. First, the robe comes off, second..."

Just like that, it falls in a heap to the floor, exposing a bare Haseul with nothing on but a black necktie loosely fastened around her neck. It's nearly identical to the one you've seen her wear everyday, and without anything else there on her body, the thoughts run rampant.

"Second is you get a face full of tits, so come over here with that pretty mouth of yours."

Not that you need to be told twice. As soon as your feet hit the ground, Haseul's tight, naked body is right on your lap, straddling those sexy thighs around you, while your mouth dives right in, sucking on a pretty nipple the moment those breasts fill your view.

"Ah, there we go," she gasps, a light giggle on her lips, fingers already playing with strands of your hair as you slurp hard, alternating between the right and left until her nipples are slippery and stiff.

“So good, mommy, they taste so good, fuck—“

"Hungry boy—must have been hard seeing my tits for the first time and not being able to touch them. Luckily, I don't need to worry about that now."

Haseul holds the back of your head with care and pushes you deeper into her cleavage, smothering you with all this delicious soft flesh as she watches you devour, how desperately you suckle and worship. You're relentless, needing your fix after those long hours at work, gazing with so much need to finally have those tits in your mouth that you might never let up.

"Have all you want—fuck, use that mouth, suck these tits just like that. Let mommy know how much you needed them."

The moan you release while her perfect breasts squish against your face is more than proof. It's that weight alone, how amazing her tits feel in the palm of your hand, made even better when they fill your mouth.

"Such a cute boy when you get all greedy," Haseul praises, keeping you close against her chest as your mouth does more of the talking.

Her head tilts back, basking in the euphoria while your tongue takes a quick swipe, lapping circles over each nipple before sealing around and sucking with such fervor. You take everything from her that you can, leaving behind a glossy layer of spit across both stiff nipples that only makes you needier.

"God, I love your tits so much," you mumble and keep lavishing her, savoring all that's been fantasized ever since seeing her wear such tight shirts in the office. And it's so surreal now, finally having them in the palm of your hands, drooling over them like you'll never get enough.

"Of course you do," Haseul replies, gasping softly when the pressure of your lips increases, taking another moment to appreciate the view of her tits shining with your spit, tongue running a few slow laps up each. "Keep doing that for as long as you want."

So you stay there, lapping and licking, your mouth staying so ravenous as you don’t let a single part stay neglected. Haseul sighs in pleasure as her hands run slowly through your hair, making sure you hear the sounds, telling you that your tongue is doing exactly what it needs to.

"Mommy—" you gasp out after a harsh suck on each slippery nipple, having pulled your mouth away from them as you catch a breath.

"What do you need, baby? Had your fill yet, or have my tits already turned you into a needy little mess?"

She already knows the answer, because it's painfully fucking obvious from the erection pressing against her ass. But she wants to hear you say it, those big eyes full of warmth and lust and so much more.

"Come on. Tell me what you want. Be a good boy and say what that dirty mind of yours is thinking."

Before your reply comes, there's this slight shyness overtaking the desperation, a little hesitation in your voice. "W-want—"

"Go on," Haseul encourages, her luscious tits looking so appetizing up close, practically taunting. "You know mommy won't say no to a request when you ask so nicely."

"Want you—want to fuck you, mommy, want to feel all of you. I wanna be inside you."

Haseul smiles with how desperate you sound, how clearly you want it. "You already know my answer is yes. But if you want me to ride your thick cock the way you've been dreaming, you're gonna have to lose that shyness. You were so aggressive with my tits, and now you're stuttering over wanting your cock in me?"

When she phrases it like that out loud, it sounds absurd. So you shed all that embarrassment in an instant and clear that up right away. "Fucking want you, want my cock in your cunt so bad, god, can't stop thinking about it.

"Mmm, that's better," Haseul coos, kissing the side of your jaw as she lifts herself up and leaves the comfort of your lap.

"Move up a little, closer toward the headboard. There’s that gleam in her eye that reminds you that you have no power here. No matter how needy or aroused she's made you, she's the boss—quite figuratively and literally. You'll obey without any question, quickly repositioning yourself up higher on the bed while she follows.

"Good boy."

She's quick to join, grabbing the necktie around her neck that she brought and slides it between her teeth, holding it while crawling up between your thighs. It's so mesmerizing to watch, how her tits bounce with every move, until the weight of her body crashes nicely on top.

And she stays there, hands roaming your body in silence, fingers dancing around your chest, taking time to explore every single inch of skin available. There's nothing but this sweetness in her eyes, though something of a devilish intent brewing underneath the surface. Her fingers trace the side of your face, trailing along your neck, until she finds your wrists and grabs them both, using that tie to wrap them together, lifting them over your head and out of the way.

"There we go. Can't have you being too greedy again. If you can break free, you're more than welcome. Didn't make it too difficult. Just want to test how badly you want me, if you'll listen like a good boy and follow whatever order I give."

"Anything—" is your immediate response, all desperate and frantic while she keeps on teasing, touching you everywhere she can. Fingers trail down your body, down your chest, grazing lower until closing around your cock, but barely stroking you in a tight fist.

"If you do as I ask, I'll make sure you cum nice and deep inside. So deep, you'll still feel it tomorrow morning."

With her knees pressed on either side of your thighs, Haseul finds leverage, already positioning her slick pussy at the very tip of your length, coating her folds around the throbbing tip.

"First order of business…"

She pauses, holding your cock in her grip and hovering her wet cunt just above. "No looking away, not even for a moment. I want you to watch everything that's about to happen. Watch me ride your cock, watch my tits bounce in your face."

Not exactly the most difficult challenge, yet with the weight of her on top, teasing your cock with her slick folds, you're already fighting a losing battle. But with a single look, her hips lower, and Haseul sinks down, enveloping you in that intense wet heat.

"Fuck, baby, that cock feels too good—" she moans out while easing further down, eyes shutting to relish the feeling of your length, how you're stretching her in the most beautiful way. "Feels so, so good inside, so fucking big, so fucking full."

Haseul lifts up, inch by slow inch, letting you see the wetness already on your cock before dropping back down, harder this time. She's so fucking warm and tight, pulling you right into her cunt, clenching around everything in an instant once the whole thing disappears, every inch buried inside.

And all you can do is watch. Watch her hips rise, her thighs slam down, that pussy swallowing your cock back into that intoxicating heat. Watch as her lips part, head tilted back with her hands on your chest to hold steady as she impales herself. Nothing to do but watch the way her tits bounce with each rock of her hips, how powerful those thighs can get.

"Did I fuck you speechless already? Just because I said to watch doesn't mean I want you silent," she says a moment later, nails digging in your chest, sinking so deep that your cock has no choice but to twitch inside.

"S-sorry, a little distracted by how tight your cunt is. How good those tits look, bouncing all over the place."

"Oh, that's a wonderful excuse," Haseul replies, slamming those hips down extra hard when she finds the right spot, with a gasp that causes more of her hair to fall all over the place. "But mommy wants you to tell me how good everything feels. Tell me how many times you've jerked off just thinking of having your cock inside me. How many times have you had to hide in a bathroom because I bent over in front of the printer?"

"S-so many times. Fuck, god so fucking many times," you groan, words faltering as she picks up the pace, eyes glued to the motion of those bouncing tits that get even more frantic. "Those tiny skirts you always wear, those sheer tops and low cut blouses, and how good you smell whenever you get so close."

Haseul sits up a bit higher, leaning back into a squat so she can reach behind and grab hold of your thighs to get a better angle, hitting even deeper than before.

"Naughty boy—getting off in the office when you're supposed to be working. Imagining me bent over the copy machine with my panties around my ankles? Is that it? Is that why your reports are always late, because you're too busy touching yourself in the bathroom to actually finish them?"

It feels far too easy for her to read you, because yes, the last part isn't a stretch at all. "Yeah—yeah, fuck, so many times, in the bathroom, right before I head to your office. Thinking about you on your desk, shirt ripped open with your tits out and my cock between them. Or you under the table during a meeting sucking my cock."

"Mhm, go on, my little pervert," Haseul murmurs out while leaning back more, utterly proud to know those kinds of depraved secrets, smiling wide and giving a few small giggles. "Tell me everything else you've ever fantasized about."

It's so hard to not lose all focus, but her pussy is so warm, so tight around your length and doesn't look like it'll let go. How the fuck are you supposed to say anything coherent when a woman like Haseul is fucking you this well?

But the more her wet cunt holds and grips every inch of your dick, the easier the words fall.

"Fucking you in the conference room. The one with that huge window and comfy chairs and the huge table. You flat on your back, skirt pushed up, your legs in those sexy stockings and heels over my shoulders."

"You really love me in stockings, don't you? You're just obsessed."

Haseul takes your silence for a yes—allowing you to become fixated with the sight, how her tits sway, how her walls clamp down harder, everything perfect as she fucks you.

"Can't help how they make my legs good, and apparently make your cock hard," she notes, slowing her hips to a complete stop as she pulls her wet cunt away, revealing all that's leaked and dripped down your cock. "Look at that mess—and we're just getting started, darling."

With that, your cock left swollen and hard in the emptiness of her cunt, Haseul finds great pleasure in grinding her wet pussy lips all along your cock. Slowly, sliding back and forth in such a torturous way.

"Always wearing those fucking stockings to rile me up during work, aren't you? Letting your skirt rise up in the elevator a little too high. A few too many buttons undone, a shirt that's a little too see-through," you utter with such annoyance as her sopping cunt rubs across every single inch, covering your hard length in her slick juices.

"Oh, you finally figured it out," Haseul replies with a coy smile, still rubbing her wet pussy all across, watching your hard dick throb and twitch with need. "You work so much overtime for me, I thought the least I can do is make it all worth it. And it's not like we can actually do any of those things you fantasize in the office when everyone is around."

"Blaming me for not finishing all of my work when you've been trying to fuck me this whole time," you return as Haseul grabs your cock again, raising her ass and positioning herself at the tip.

"Says the guy who just admitted jerking off in the bathroom at work when he's supposed to be writing a proposal."

Before anything else can be said, Haseul lets the only answer be her drenched little cunt as she sinks back down on your cock, filling herself so nicely to the hilt.

"For the record, the office was off-limits, especially for sex. It'd be scandalous if word got out that a boss was banging one of her employees. Especially a subordinate."

"I literally fucked your thighs and came all over your desk. That cum is still there, on your reports and the folders and—"

"That doesn't count as sex. You weren't even inside me, you little smart ass," she corrects, playing dumb when she's clearly the one breaking her own rules.

"So you don't want me to bend you over the copy machine next time and fuck your cunt hard after our weekly meeting?"

Haseul has no real counter to that but her thighs working harder and those wide hips slamming faster against your body without a trace of hesitation. "Of course I want you to do that. But I'm not risking my reputation by letting anyone suspect we're fucking. That would be such a messy scandal if anyone ever found out."

You can't help but laugh at her attempt of giving any sort of justification, but it ends with her gasping as she plants her hands firmly on your chest, fingers teasing your nipples the closer you're getting, knowing it'll end with your cock exploding inside.

"You'd look so fucking good bent the copy machine though," you keep going, following orders while admiring every inch of her, how sweat glistens on her body and her perfect, pale tits in front of your face. "Skirt yanked around your tiny waist, ass sticking out—telling me how much you love my cock over and over while I pound it deep in your cunt until the paper gets jammed like it always does."

Haseul pauses at her descent, cheeks starting to turn a shade of crimson, the first break in her demeanor tonight, where she tries not to look too flushed at the things you're saying.

"Listen here—" she tries to object, voice faltering as those hips speed up to prove something that she's clearly failing to. "If anyone is fucking anyone here—it'll be me. Me on top while you beg to cum in my pussy, you don't call the shots here. Don't let yourself think you've won by turning the tables."

It's so cute when she tries to assert her authority, crumbling the instant those fantasies spill out.

"Whatever you say. Boss."

That glare comes quickly, difficult to decipher whether or not it's genuine anger or not. "What did I say about that word outside of work?"

"Not allowed. Sorry, mommy."

You're not the least bit. But you've found a weakness, one you fully intend to exploit to your full advantage. So Haseul resumes what she started, fucking you hard, sending you both closer to the edge. The filthy sounds of her cunt taking all you have, how wet it feels, that grip that has no business feeling this good, that puts you right back on the verge of losing it all.

"Your cock—oh, god, fucking love that big cock." Haseul keeps moving, her pace furious, body shaking from how badly she's on the verge herself.

"Please, mommy, you're going to make me cum already," you warn, lost in the intensity of her eyes, how much lust fills them and sends your mind a blank.

"Are you now? My pussy must feel that good if you're not lasting as long as I expected," she teases with that stupid cute giggle, breasts bouncing a little harder, sweat dripping down the valley between.

"Y-yeah, feels too fucking good," you groan, that slick and sopping mess impaling against her cunt that makes everything even better.

"Then let's have you make an even bigger mess, hm?"

In one motion, she reaches toward your restrained wrists and loosens the tie around them. Not a moment wasted before grabbing two big handfuls of her bouncing breasts, squeezing them as best you can, drooling over the view as she keeps her relentless pace.

As if she couldn't ride any faster than before. Those strong, thick thighs driving down with no relent and crashing hard, ass colliding with your body, sweat dripping down everywhere, and the inevitable finish edging ever closer.

"That's better, play with my tits. Help mommy milk your cock, squeeze them, god—I'm gonna cum too," she whines out in an adorable voice, face red and breathing heavily as you sink your fingers into flesh.

It's the little pinch of her nipples that does Haseul in—that gets her soaking wet cunt violently spasming around every thick inch of your cock, squeezing so hard that her whole body trembles in your lap. All it does is make her nails scratch your chest a little too hard, biting her lip, trying to keep her moans at bay while the orgasm washes over and hits with even stronger force than you're prepared for.

But before she's even done, you're sliding down to squeeze her ass, slamming inside her cunt with all you can give in that last push, those violent clenches refusing to let up. You can't take any more, not with her hot cunt still contracting around your cock, swallowing you deeper, convulsing wildly when you bury in one last time and let go.

Spurt after spurt fills her pussy deep, draining everything until your balls are empty, cock desperately twitching, breath shaky while filling Haseul to the brim. You've got her tits in your hands while you throb and groan so shamelessly, her cunt wringing everything all out, wanting to be as full as can be.

She's not remotely close to recovering, but those hips refuse to relent, wanting your cum all nice and deep within her. Her ass just keeps bouncing, keeping that cum spilling into her in thick, endless streams.

"Pumped mommy so full of cum. That's what a good boy does, isn't it? Came so much, fuck," she groans, rolling her hips a little slower, breaths slower with her head falling forward to plant a few sloppy kisses on your chest.

With a tired, yet pleased expression, the rest of Haseul's energy goes into lifting her hips enough that all your cum leaks out with nothing else stopping it. So goddamn beautiful.

"Look at that. Isn't that a sight you've dreamed of? First time you get to fuck your boss and you blow a load this huge. So good—" she praises while her messy folds stroke your tired cock, slowly like she can get even more from you. "And still so fucking hard…"

Your breath hasn't quite caught up, but that doesn't matter when Haseul pulls you back into her chest, holding your head between so you can suck on those delicious tits all over again, the taste of sweat making them all the sweeter.

"If only you wrote reports as well as you suck my tits," Haseul teases while stroking a hand through your hair.

"Then maybe you should just count this as the report instead..."

Haseul just laughs at that, letting out a little moan as you take a little extra roughness, teeth sinking gently into her nipple. "Watch it. Just because we're fucking doesn't mean I'm giving you special treatment now."

But you ignore that. Because all the focus and concentration has already gone straight back to sucking those hard nipples in your mouth, refusing to lift your lips away as she plays with your messy hair.

"So no skipping meetings either?"

"Absolutely none of that. But I might not be against you stopping in my office on your way out sometimes, if I happen to need something."

"Understood. Whenever you need a quick fuck, I'm the one for the job," you reply without a moment of thought. Haseul only glares.

"What did I say about fucking in the workplace? That's off-limits. But if I need a little pick me up in the afternoon, maybe you can eat me out under my desk. During those god awful business calls I hate listening to."

"Yes, whatever you need, mommy."

"Not sure what I've created over here... but I think I'm going to enjoy it."

"So does that mean a pay raise? Or at least a promotion."

Haseul shakes her head in disbelief. "Blowing a load inside your boss wasn't enough of a bonus? You greedy little thing."

Before you can say anything else, she shoves you back and stands up, your cum still clinging to the inside of her thighs. "Come with me, assistant. We're going to continue this in the shower. If you're good, you can fuck me up against the wall and maybe I'll ignore the next time your reports are late."

Nothing more to do than follow behind her swaying hips as she leads the way towards the shower.

The next day at work is quiet, at first.

You get in early—looking your best, trying to be composed, professional as can be. A brand new shirt, slacks ironed, polished shoes, hair a bit neater than usual. Your tie feels a little tighter around your neck when you slip it on, still remembering the way your hands were bound up last night. The bite marks on your neck still visible, scratches on your back still fresh, each one bringing back a perfect memory, legs locked around your waist while you held your boss up on the edge of the sink.

The elevator ride feels especially long. Especially when the doors open, and you're greeted by a pair of red stilettos, a set of stockings with black lacy patterns that can only belong to one person—Haseul.

"Morning," she says, head tucked down, not even sending a glance your way as she enters and heads to the opposite side where you’re standing.

"Good morning, boss."

Her eyes still don't turn, still refusing to look your way as the sounds of each floor ding away, the only thing interrupting the silence. "Sleep well?"

"Better than ever. Out like a light. Best sleep I've had in weeks."

Haseul can't help but sneak a side glance and laugh at that. "Good to hear. You're gonna need the energy. Plenty of work to be done today."

You stay silent. Haseul breaks it. "Maybe looking at overtime tonight more than likely. I'll discuss it in detail during the meeting."

Another long silence fills the elevator, until your floor arrives and the doors finally part. Only then does Haseul look back and gaze right into your eyes. "And fix your collar. Can still see the marks I left on you."

Just like that, those stilettos walk out—as does her ass in that tight skirt, leaving you the last one to step off, pretending to fix your tie as you hide the redness tinting your cheeks.

The conference room clears out, leaving you alone with Haseul as she grabs her tablet and notes. A single finger gestures to follow, but you're careful to not get too close, to not let anyone else notice you're both heading the opposite direction of her office. The clack of heels stops abruptly down a hallway, as does your footsteps when a door opens and she disappears inside.

“You. In here.”

You step inside. The door shuts behind you in what seems to be a dark supply closet, the motion-sensor light flicking to life. Her blouse is already unbuttoned, bra already visible under the dim illumination.

"What happened to all of your talk last night about never doing things in the workplace?" you ask, back pinned to the shelves as you struggle to stay steady while her body keeps getting closer, fingers working your belt open.

"I can make some exceptions. I am the boss, after all," Haseul begins while kissing your neck, unbuttoning your pants and shoving a hand straight past the waistband of your underwear. "Rules are there to be broken."

Her lips are just as soft as her voice, breath warm on your skin. You struggle to hold back a moan as her delicate fingers wrap around your cock and slowly stroke up and down, hard and throbbing in seconds. "Not exactly hiding how happy your cock is to see me, now is it?"

You gasp, lips parted with nothing but the sound of your deep breathing to fill the silence, Haseul's playful grin the only other thing in the darkness. "Did the meeting stress you out so badly you need this right now?"

Haseul tilts your chin with her free hand and crashes her lips into yours, answering your question for you. There's no room for your body to move, stuck between her body and the shelves behind, helpless to the slow strokes of her hand inside your boxers.

"Poor thing, your cock is already so hard. Were you thinking about fucking me the entire meeting?"

"Of course not—" you moan, each kiss only distracting you more from the words trying to spill out. "That would be unprofessional. I had my mind on work and work alone, as one should."

"Uh-huh. You weren't thinking about my thighs wrapped around your head with me in nothing but my red heels and stockings?" Haseul taunts further as she leans closer into your ear, stroking faster and teasing that head with the pad of her thumb. "Didn't get any fantasies about fucking me on the table in front of all of those investors? Slapping your boss's round little ass and squeezing my perfect tits?"

"N-no, none of that," you keep lying, knowing very well there was hardly a single moment you were paying attention, not with thoughts of the very situation you're in running through your head.

"Not a very good liar, are you? Your cock is throbbing like crazy in my hand already. You're telling me you didn't need your boss to jerk you off in a supply closet?"

You say nothing, eyes starting to lose focus as you look away, gazing down into her cleavage that's on full display.

"Fine, you don't have to admit it. Just stare at my tits a little harder," she laughs, your cock throbbing a little more at that remark.

"M-mommy—" you moan out louder than you'd like to, not even realizing your thoughts slip out loud.

"Mommy? Did you forget where we are? Gonna have to remember the difference between work and home. You'll call me mommy later when I'm naked and bent over and cumming on your cock."

Her hand moves even quicker, stroking the way you need most, twisting her wrist as you groan in the small space, pinned so helplessly.

"Your poor cock. Didn't get enough this morning when you came all over my tits in bed? No, you need your boss to jerk you off to make sure you'll focus for the rest of the afternoon," Haseul keeps teasing, staring deeply into your eyes, proud of your gaze locked to her chest that heaves with every stroke.

"Y-yes, boss. I'll be productive after this—promise. You can even give me extra work," you manage, cock twitching even harder, her grip getting even more difficult to deal with.

"More work for you to turn in late, you mean," she breathes out, squeezing your cock harder, trying to work you faster towards a finish. "Are you close? Gonna blow all over me?"

Hands rise to her chest—pulling that top open, letting those delicious breasts spill out of their constraints to speed things up. With the extra view and her hand frantically moving inside your pants, you can't resist any longer after a squeeze that hits just right. Your throbbing cock can't possibly hold it in.

You spurt white across her fingers, making a rather sticky mess inside your boxers while her hand keeps moving. Stroking out every last drop as you spill it all, lost in those breasts as Haseul pumps in her perfect grip, a warm smile the entire time.

"See? That's better. All ready to be a good boy for the rest of the work day," Haseul says with a little laugh as she carefully pulls her hand out, licking the cum that drips off her fingers. "Never say I don't take great care of my employees."

You stand breathless against the shelves as she straightens herself out, adjusting her breasts back in place and doing the buttons of her shirt one by one.

"Now what do you say when your boss takes time out of her busy day to get you off?"

"Thank—th-thank you."

"That's a good boy. Now let me leave first, go take five and then come out. And I want you in my office with fresh coffee when you're done. Don't forget the milk," she demands, keeping her playful grin on her way out, leaving the supply closet door closed.

Then you’re left slumped over the same shelves you were just pressed up against, the motion-sensitive light flickering off as it leaves you in the darkness of the supply closet. You sigh out loudly into the dark, wondering what you've gotten yourself into—

When you walk into Haseul's office for another menial task, she's right there waiting, leaning back against her chair with arms folded, her long legs perched atop the desk. Those shiny red stilettos are kicked off beside her, feet bare other than the dark stockings that draw your attention so well.

"Good, you're finally here. Thought you got lost on the way up or something."

You glance over at her coffee cup, half empty and smudged with lipstick, the same shade that was on your chest last night.

"You know how it is. The printer broke again and IT said they can't help until tomorrow, so I was downstairs trying to figure out how the hell to use the other one and—"

"No need to explain—relax. Take a seat. I'm not gonna lose it over a dumb machine."

She smiles, that same soft smile she had this morning when your face was buried between her thighs right before work.

With a sigh of relief, you sit down without a word, placing a stack of paperwork on the corner for her to look over. Haseul grabs the cup of coffee instead and looks right into your eyes, relaxed as could be.

"You're good at making coffee, gotta say. My last assistant couldn't even make hot water without fucking something up. You're good at everything I ask you to do—even better at eating me out."

The blush creeps up so fast that there's no way she misses it. Her cheeky smile tells you just that.

"Does that make you nervous? Me complimenting your... oral performance? Isn't that what you like? Being praised for a job well done while you're on your knees?" Haseul switches her crossed legs, throwing the other one over while your eyes couldn’t look away if you tried.

"N-no, not at all. Just not used to it yet, boss."

She giggles sweetly. "That's okay, takes time to adjust. Things move fast around here. One minute you're handing me a stack of reports and the next you're shoving your tongue in my cunt. Still processing, I know."

You break contact, gazing downward. Not exactly the reaction she expects. Haseul lifts her legs from the desk and leans forward, feet touching the ground as she shifts into proper posture. "Hey. Look at me."

It takes a moment, but you lift your head up to catch her eyes once more, seeing that softer side. "This is what you want, isn't it? If it's not, then I'll call the whole thing off and we can pretend like nothing ever happened last night. No questions. No hard feelings."

That makes you shoot right up from your slouch, and there's not a chance you're passing this up, no matter how intense things have already gotten. Not when it comes to Haseul, those hips you've yet to spend enough time grabbing, that taste of her pussy you need more than anything.

"That's not it at all, boss. This is right out of a dream—getting the chance to fuck my boss, getting ordered around the whole time. Hearing the way you sound when you cum, when you're soaking wet and riding me while your tits bounce in my face—"

She sighs in relief, her shoulders relaxing as her elbows rest on the desk. "Okay, let's not get carried away now. I have too much to do to jerk you off again before dinner."

"Sorry, I—won't get too eager like that, boss. It's just hard not to, is all. My head still hasn't stopped spinning since last night, and when you call me in your office like this..." you trail off, cheeks flushed bright red from saying it out loud. "All I wanna do is just make you feel good."

Haseul stands up from her chair, slowly making her way around the desk with that same powerful stride as she walks in front of you, feet gliding across the carpet before she reaches forward and cups your face. "You're sweet. The sweetest assistant I could've asked for. I'm sure we'll find time soon for you to please me, but for now make work a priority. This is a busy week."

Before you even think, Haseul plants a soft kiss on your lips, quickly dominating your mouth before she breaks away.

"Yes, of course, boss."

"Good boy. Maybe we can leave early if you play your cards right. If enough work gets done."

Before you can even process what's going on, Haseul is dragging you by your tie down the hall past her office, fishing a badge out from between her cleavage to open the door to the executive bathroom. She looks around suspiciously to make sure no one follows as she locks the door behind her.

"I told you we'll find time," Haseul says before lifting herself up onto the edge of the sink. The bathroom isn't your ordinary office bathroom, which isn't that surprising, given how important Haseul's position is. From the immaculate marbled counters to the high ceilings and wide stalls with fancy doors and scented soap, it's the most luxurious washroom you've seen in your entire life.

"The sink? Not even the stalls, boss? You really are breaking the rules, aren't you?"

Haseul laughs, grinning smugly as her fingers fumble for your belt and undo the buckle. "Are we forgetting I make the rules here? As long as you're quiet and I'm not late to that board meeting, not a soul will ever know what we did in here."

You say nothing back as Haseul hops down, until she's pressed into the sink with you behind her—lips on her neck, kissing and sucking while those hands of yours reach to undo the top of her blouse, buttons slow to unfasten.

"This time just rip it, if you wanna get to my tits. We'll call it a business expense," Haseul chuckles, resting her head back. "You can always run to the corner store and buy a new one for me."

You can't help but hesitate, knowing that blouse probably costs a fortune, the designer label on the inside catching your attention. But there's no way you'll pass up an offer like that, nor will you keep her waiting, tearing the fabric open as instructed until you hear buttons pop off in the sink.

Then there's just that white bra in the mirror that barely covers her chest. You waste no time unclasping it, yanking that free to feel the warmth of her breasts, until Haseul is satisfied with how exposed she is.

"I can feel your cock poking me through your slacks. You've been hard all damn day, haven't you?" she asks, with a cute little laugh as her hand slips down and rubs over your crotch, pressing firmly into the bulge.

"Can't help it. Guess you could call it a work hazard," you answer, getting a good handful of Haseul's perfect tits and diving into the crook of her neck.

"Just shut up and fuck me. Don't you even think about being gentle," Haseul says, skirt pulled all the way up past her waist—exposing that silky black thong, already begging to be ripped off and forgotten about. Your fingers run up the curve of her ass, sliding that flimsy fabric to the side enough for the prize underneath, pants to your ankles without a second thought shortly after.

"What happened to being quiet?" you ask, stroking your cock as you line up right at her entrance—already wet, waiting to take you all in.

"Let the whole damn company hear."

You'll obey and hope there's no one in earshot as the first moan escapes once her cunt swallows your cock, inching inside until you're buried in that slick warmth. She feels almost better than the first time last night, better than that morning quickie you got before work—fuck, it feels amazing every time. You grab hold of her hips and thrust all the way inside, fucking her into the sink that she holds on to keep steady.

"Fuck, right there. Don't you dare pull out until I tell you. Don't you dare," Haseul moans, head tilted down while her breasts come in plain view of the mirror, bouncing as you pound her just right. "Can't believe my assistant's cock feels this good—just want to ride it every damn minute I can. Want to cum on your cock every chance I get."

"Just say the word, boss, and I'll drop whatever I'm doing," you say, thrusting harder with the grip on her hips tightening, pressing her against the marble. Haseul just smiles and moans, braced for every rough thrust you deliver as she looks back and catches your gaze, lips parted while she grabs you by the tie.

"New rule: you're calling me mommy whenever we fuck. No matter where, no matter when, no exceptions. Understood?" Haseul starts demanding, her grip on the edge of the counter tighter while you bury yourself deeper than you thought possible.

"Of course—anything, mommy," you respond without hesitation, her cunt tightening around your cock, starting to drip all over.

Not that you really needed much encouragement, given that she has you wrapped around her finger. But the sight in the mirror makes you give her a little more—teasing the bud of her nipple between your fingers, rolling and tugging exactly how she likes, before leaning forward to kiss the spot behind her neck.

"Look at you, actually remembering what turns me on. You're a fast learner—and there's a lot to learn. Keep fucking my cunt like this and you'll get plenty of rewards."

Haseul smirks proudly into the glass, your hips picking up more speed, still mesmerized by the way her tits jiggle in the reflection while you fuck her like she demands.

And the way you're thrusting deep enough reaches a spot that makes Haseul tremble, losing her breath faster and faster until she can't bear to keep herself propped up anymore. Her back arches more, hands slipping for a moment with how hard you pound into her dripping heat, leaning into the marble counter as her hot, breathy little moans become louder, echoing off the walls.

"Your cock feels so fucking good inside me, baby. Harder, want you to fuck me harder, want that hot cum filling me up when you burst," Haseul moans out in demand, hardly keeping any volume under control as you ram your cock into her without mercy, skin slapping loudly against skin in the spacious bathroom.

She looks perfect in the reflection—blouse torn open, tits bouncing and heaving with every hard thrust, that delicious ass jiggling from each impact of your hips. Thong barely held together, stockings and her high heels the perfect cherry on top. And there's still that look she's wearing, that confidence on her features even when she's bent over a counter getting railed by her lucky assistant.

"Mommy feels so tight around my cock," you moan into her ear, sliding your hands back to her hips to get a little leverage, holding on tight enough to help you thrust marks as your pace becomes erratic. "Gonna fill up your tight pussy so much. Do deep inside you."

The way Haseul pushes her hips back to meet each stroke, nails dragging across the counter, her cunt clenching down around you with another tight squeeze, tells you all you need to know. "Look at you getting bold when your cock is inside me. Where's that shyness from earlier gone?"

You have no words to offer, burying yourself inside and growing desperate, wanting nothing more than to explode inside her without holding back. Hitting a particular spot that makes her cry out when you slam deep, until you aim for it again and again, until the only thing Haseul can do is clutch the counter even tighter.

"Please—I-I'm so close—going to cum all over your thick fucking cock—you're so deep inside, just like I need you. Don't stop. Please," she pleads so desperately as a broken groan leaves her, her body so tense, so eager to have you flood her deep.

Not that you could stop when she's this soaked, tight and clenching hard, dripping onto the floor below and drenching onto your shaft. The urge to finish right behind her only grows the faster you move, balls ready to unload everything inside, filling her all the way up with your load like she craves.

You plunge in without pause, her moans starting to blend together. Then, all at once, she tightens, her eyes rolling back while your hips keep moving, determined to get her over the edge. Another harsh slam to make her gush around your length, so slick, squeezing you just right while her entire body shakes.

"Fucking give it to me," Haseul groans loud enough to echo, breaths stolen away from such an intense climax running through her without relent. "Pound my tight little cunt until you explode inside me. Give mommy what she needs."

And your grip turns bruising while you obediently do as told, hips relentless, those sultry moans making you need to empty everything in your balls.

"M-mommy, gonna cum—"

You barely utter the words, the clench those walls give around you too much to fight until you're spilling every drop inside. Emptying yourself is all that’s left as you fill her with your sticky load as deep as possible, hard slams and violent throbs like never before from her pussy gripping you tight, Haseul’s wetness claiming every spurt you have left to give.

"Th—that's my good boy. Keep fucking that load deeper—it feels so good inside me, so fucking deep inside," she barely manages as her eyes stay fixated on the mirror, lips parted wide, body limp over the counter, thighs still all shaky.

All of your strength fades, buried deep with every spurt slowing down, but your hips refuse to, still thrusting into her warm, greedy cunt. You collapse yourself over Haseul's body and breathe into the back of her neck, basking in her perfume, kissing that smooth skin while resting inside her slick warmth for a little longer.

“F-fuck, mommy. Felt so good—felt so good cumming inside your perfect little pussy."

The sight of you so out of breath over her puts a sly smile on Haseul's lips, a look of absolute satisfaction on her features. Even the mess in the reflection amuses her as she meets your gaze, enjoying the sight. Her expensive blouse ruined, cum spilling out of her soaked cunt, hair out of place and a light sweat that clings to her complexion.

"Bet it did. My good boy made such a mess inside mommy. Now I get to think about your cum leaking out of me during that board meeting," she giggles, pressing her ass back to catch that final twitch, until you're pulling out inch by inch as your hot cum oozes out of her freshly-fucked cunt, spilling on the tiles without a care.

Haseul takes one last glance at herself in the mirror and sighs, turning around to face you as your cum trickles down her thighs, slipping out of her thong without any intention to try and clean up. It falls on the floor, and she lowers herself to retrieve it, stuffing it in your shirt pocket without even thinking.

"Hold on to that. A souvenir, to remember the time you came inside mommy in the bathroom," she says while standing up straight, getting comfortable on her heels and smoothing her skirt back out. Not like you'll ever forget this moment.

With a quick kiss to your cheek, she heads towards the bathroom door, not concerned with her appearance in the least.

"Okay, back to work now. Go buy me that new blouse. Remember, nothing off-the-rack, I'll know the difference."

"Yes m-, boss."

This time you catch yourself quickly enough, remembering you're not allowed to call her that when you're not balls deep in her cunt. Haseul makes her exit, a bit of a bounce to her step as she disappears, looking over her shoulder with a wide grin.

"See you after that meeting—mommy has some big plans for later."

Later turns out to be back at Haseul's penthouse, a big glass of wine in her hand while she sits on your lap and shoves her tongue in your mouth. There isn't much clothing getting in the way, hers or yours, a pile of clothes discarded on the living room floor, skirt and blazer lost, your pants crumpled on top.

"You smell so damn good after work," Haseul purrs, the wine making her all giggly while her warm breath touches your bare chest, grinding on your lap slowly.

"Mommy smells better," you answer, just sitting back and letting Haseul enjoy herself, that giddy smile staying on her lips, while she maps out your body with her mouth.

"Stop, you're making me blush." she answers, planting a trail of her delicate kisses on your shoulder and up along your neck, getting a little greedy with how much of you she wants to claim at once.

It's a stark contrast between the aggressive woman you fucked in the restroom not so long ago, wild and ready to devour you in comparison to how she moves now—teasing you in ways far tamer, and even a little flirty when she can take her time. She feels more affectionate than earlier today.

"I think I might wanna kiss you all over, you taste so fucking good," Haseul mutters between the kisses, straddled around your lap.

"M-mommy—" you say, a bit taken aback when she takes such control, almost toppling her drink after she pins you flat on your back against the leather of her couch and you crash down on the cushions.

She takes her wine, almost draining the glass as she sets it down on the coffee table behind her, giggling again as she gazes down to you in this compromising position. Her fingers trace down your abdomen until she reaches the waistband of your boxers.

"Love when you call me that. My good boy. Just stay right there, let mommy take care of you. We have all the time in the world," Haseul mutters just as sweet as can be.

Then she kisses her way lower and lower, hot breath hitting through your underwear.

"Mommy is going to make you feel so, so good."

“P-please—"

One kiss, then another. All while she tugs at the thin fabric, just so goddamn slow, all until your boxers come off and your cock is springing free right into the palm of Haseul's hands, her slender fingers wrapping around your shaft.

"Fuck, you have the nicest cock. So thick and delicious," Haseul says as she gets comfortable between your legs, spreading them when she gets flat on her stomach. A moment of admiration, and those pillowy lips press deep into the head of your cock, another following. Then a long, languid, kiss right at the sensitive underside that causes you to throb so pathetically. "Just a moment, baby—stay right there."

The few seconds that pass feel eternal. Haseul moves her naked body off the couch for a second—grabbing something out of her purse. Two things, actually: a small, compact makeup mirror, and a tube of strawberry-flavored gloss.

She wastes no time applying in a similar fashion as this morning in the bathroom before work—lips pursed at the glass, nice and glossy in seconds with a quick pop before turning back to your hard cock.

“That’s better.”

Her lips trail back to your shaft, wet kisses up and down along it. From base to tip and then back, saliva and lip gloss mixing, slow to explore, but eager to taste, wet kisses peppering every inch until she reaches your heavy balls. Taking one in her mouth, she sucks gently before switching to the other, each one doused in her warm saliva, finding just the right spots that make you moan.

And when you're properly teased, Haseul licks back up your cock, fingers playing with your sensitive, swollen balls, massaging them as she takes the head in her mouth.

All that warmth hits quick, soft lips closing around and taking you in, eyes locking you in place while your breath falters. She works her way down inch by inch of your stiff cock, tongue swirling with each bob before taking more.

"F-fuck, that feels good, mommy. So fucking good."

Haseul basks in your groans, cheeks hollowing to make the perfect seal of wet heat while she bobs up, back down to slide deeper, that lip gloss transferring in sticky streaks the faster she moves.

Her rhythm is so methodical, taking in almost all of you before coming back up, lips slick with drool. But before she takes you back in, she leans down to spit right on that swollen head, doing it a second time and a third to make it glisten, rubbing it all in while she looks up at your expression.

"It's about to feel a whole lot better, baby. Promise."

Those eyes can guarantee that as she slides back down, going deeper until her nose nuzzles your stomach, a hand still cupping your balls. Not an ounce of gag to be found as your cock hits the back of her throat and Haseul just takes all of you inside.

"God, fuck—" you groan, the loudest, most desperate noise you can conjure with Haseul slobbering on your cock with ease, breathing you in. Every inch swallowed whole while Haseul holds you there, squeezing your balls just right before coming up as that perfect wetness coats your entire shaft.

"Mommy loves the way you taste. And the noises you make when I'm sucking your delicious cock," Haseul mutters right before taking it all down, faster this time to draw out a different sound—one more guttural, one full of relief. She hums happily to herself as you fall apart for her, working those wet, hungry lips back to the tip, just so she can flick your leaking slit with the very tip of her tongue and draw out more pitiful noises.

You can't even form words at this point, being driven to desperate whimpers and pathetic babbles, each slide of those plump lips down the length of your cock another devastating second of bliss.

When she comes up that time, a bit of drool dribbles down the side of Haseul's gloss-slicked lips that she promptly collects and spits right back on your shaft, slapping her palm against your stiff, throbbing cock a few times, the sound echoing.

"Just look at you, leaking everywhere. Fuck, look how sensitive you are," Haseul giggles, so proud of herself as she gives your cock a few more good slaps. "We're going to have to do something about that, aren't we?"

"Yes, p-please, mommy," is all you can say back, each slap hitting a different spot that makes you squirm and groan, cock growing more hard and desperate with every second her mouth is absent.

Haseul lets your cock rest against her cheek before another sloppy kiss—lip gloss smearing as she finally goes all in again, showing no mercy this time. A hand on your thigh, the other on your stomach to keep you pinned down, just moving fast and sloppy and the right kind of obscene, taking in every inch of your length again and again without a single bit of respite.

There's nothing better than her devouring you.

"Mommy, god, your fucking mouth—" That's all you can you can say when it starts to overwhelm, gripping into the couch cushions underneath to hold on, to give yourself something else to concentrate on as your cock slides deep inside her warm throat.

Her head bobs in a frenzy, just one constant blur down your shaft that leaves nothing neglected—throat working overtime, eyes on you the whole time, drool dripping down her chin and down your balls. She pops off only a second, spitting right on the head again, adding another dose to keep it wet, and then takes it all in as if it were nothing at all. And then again, just to show off.

"That feel good, baby? Getting you real close?"

You can only nod with a series of short, desperate moans as Haseul drives you so crazy, barely keeping hold of the edge. Her perfect glossy lips take a quick detour and kiss all the way down to your sack, slurping up one of your balls as her hand keeps stroking what's slick and rock fucking hard.

"You want mommy to finish you off in my mouth, or my tits, baby?" Haseul asks, a pretty, teasing smile along those lips painted strawberry pink and absolutely coated in drool.

"M-mouth, in your mouth, please, mommy," you respond, or rather plead, her mouth too divine for anything else.

"Of course. You want mommy to swallow all that cum? Blow a huge, thick load right in my mouth?" Again, you nod in affirmation, so very desperate and only growing more and more from each slurp from her perfect, hot little mouth. "I'll be happy to. Just let it all out for me."

And back down she goes, so much faster, so much greedier, slurping loudly and sucking hard as she can until your balls have no other option but to unload. Haseul looks up at you through those wide eyes when she feels that first spurt flood right into her throat, lips sealed tight around the head of your cock as she just swallows everything down.

Each shot makes your hips jerk, almost on their own while her mouth milks it all out of you, that warm and wet suction never faltering while your cock throbs so helplessly, a hand squeezing your balls nice and tight to prolong it all.

You can see the pleasure written on Haseul's features in those first few spurts, just enough to register before she's buried nose deep in your abdomen. Throat so warm, so tight around your shaft, keeping everything inside as you empty in her mouth, hot streams of thick cum that she welcomes down.

When your body finally relaxes, when the last remnants of your sticky seed have been drained from your balls, Haseul doesn't even pull her mouth away. Instead, she simply swallows loudly before staying just as long as you need her to—still fondling your balls to milk whatever is left. Once your cock has nothing left to give, she keeps those perfect lips sealed around the tip and stays there, feet up in the air and swaying back and forth, so you can steal a glance of everything covered in those sheer black stockings.

"God, mommy—f-fuck—"

Those beautiful lips finally free themselves, rubbing your sensitive head along them and licking at what's leftover as her tongue continues to flick and tease. You barely can muster up any coherent thoughts, much less speak while her hot mouth remains to the very tip, letting the bliss linger.

"Nothing better than a hot load right in mommy's mouth. Tastes so fucking good, baby," Haseul says, lifting her head after a deep kiss to your leaking slit.

"So good. M-mommy made me cum so hard, so fucking hard—“ you say, finally regaining some composure as your head falls back onto the couch cushions.

Haseul drops right on your body, an arm draped lazily over your chest as she just presses right into you. "You deserve it. Catch your breath, my good boy. You've earned some rest."

Her naked body is enough to provide plenty of comfort as her breath trickles over your bare chest. So content to relax her body over yours, basking in the afterglow for a few moments together. Your arms find their way wrapped around Haseul's gorgeous figure, feeling every curve that presses into you as her weight sinks into you.

But Haseul breaks the silence before long. "What do you think about skipping work tomorrow? Order in some breakfast, fuck a few times, spend the day here?" How's that sound?"

It's so very enticing. The notion of waking up to Haseul, boss or not, curled next to you and not having to worry about a thing.

"Dunno. I'll have to see if the boss is okay with me taking some time off."

This gets a snicker out of Haseul, followed by her kissing down the middle of your chest. "Oh, I think she's not going to mind in the slightest. She'd much rather spend the day riding your hard cock."

"Tempting offer. Guess I could call in sick."

"Seems like we're both coming down with the same thing," she says as a breathy laugh escapes her. "Going to be needing bed rest for at least a day or two."

"Sounds like the perfect medicine."

"Coffee or tea? I made both."

Haseul offers either choice while her shirt hangs open in the middle, buttons not even fastened around her chest to tease those pale tits that almost spill out entirely. No bra—no panties either, nothing but a white button-up and a smile after the morning wake-up call you just had, just half-dazed in the sheets and staring at her bouncing up and down on your cock before the sun is even up.

"T-tea's fine," you say, still not fully awake. "Not really a coffee person."

Her hair is a disheveled mess, no makeup yet on that beautiful, bare face, and yet she's more alluring than ever. Still wearing nothing but that charming smile when she hands you a warm mug and finds a seat at the edge of her bed.

"Really? I'm just finding this out now? Damn," Haseul answers back, while taking the first sip of her coffee, blowing lightly into it.

"Yeah, I—don't really like coffee. Tastes like poison. Or worse."

"It's better with milk," Haseul says, like she suddenly needs to defend her favorite thing in the world. "Or sugar, or maybe some caramel."

You raise an eyebrow at her explanation. "If I have to put that many things in it just to make it bearable, I might as well drink something else. Something less complicated. Like tea."

"Now I feel bad. All those times I made you get coffee for us and you didn't even enjoy it. You drank it anyway," Haseul says as her head rests comfortably on your shoulder.

"Didn't wanna be difficult."

"Nonsense. You can be as difficult as you want. Mommy is here to accommodate, so feel free. You're stuck with me now that your dick has been inside me, deal with it. Kinda how that works."

That takes a bit to process, still not used to how brazen Haseul is with words like that, but there's something strangely comforting about it. From intern to full-time employee, to assistant, to whatever label this is, things have escalated quickly. Not that you mind.

"Whatever you want out of me, I'll deliver. Work or the bedroom." With that, Haseul leans over, breath hot along your neck when she kisses in light little pecks.

"Anything I want, you can do?" she asks, inquiring like she's already got some devious ideas brewing.

"Try me."

She takes that as a challenge, amused by your confidence, your unwavering dedication.

"Alright," Haseul giggles as her soft lips linger near your ear, nibbling ever-so-slightly. "Have you ever been pegged before?"

Okay—that was unexpected. And for once, you don't even know how to respond as your gaze locks on her while you stumble over an answer, failing so miserably.

"I'll take that as a no," Haseul says before you can answer, squeezing your thigh for some reassurance. "Then I want to be your first. Unless you're not interested. Don't want you to think you have to, just—"

"Didn't say that, just took me by surprise. Not exactly something I thought we'd be discussing first thing in the morning over tea."

Haseul has a way of making anything seem easy when she smiles like that, like you could climb the tallest of mountains with her and be perfectly fine.

"The offer is on the table, just something to think about," she says, going right back to sipping her coffee. "Maybe later tonight. If you're interested."

"Yeah, maybe."

It's Monday morning, and you've gotten far too comfortable with Haseul in the workplace in the past few weeks.

No awkward glances in the elevator standing a few feet apart, now opting to share the ride without a care. Lunches together, coffee breaks, (or tea) go on longer than necessary while your little rendezvous in the office hardly remain a secret from anyone. That doesn't mean that you're careless, just a bit more free with it after a particularly risky one in the copy room.

You're not exactly going down the hallways holding hands either, just something a little more relaxed. Comfortable. There's still enough space to keep some plausible deniability when you're not so close to one another, giving the impression that perhaps it's not what they're imagining. That everything is innocent and professional.

Which couldn't be any further from the truth, but it's more fun this way to sneak around, even though you're bound to get caught someday. Especially with the new intern, Yeojin, looking far too curious each time Haseul returns with her blouse a little disheveled, a button missing, skirt wrinkled a bit too much. That one time you forgot to lock the office door, Yeojin accidentally opened to see your boss straddling you on the couch. She swears she didn't see a thing, though you can both see right through her—not that it matters, because she's as harmless as she is adorable.

But it just means you'll keep your flirting to work chat—even when you're a few feet apart.

Haseul 9:17 AM

You're late. And without any coffee or reports.

You 9:21 AM

The printer's down. On my way, just have to bother IT first.

Haseul 9:23 AM

Don't think because I like you means I'm going to let it slide. Be here in ten, and then you can make it up to me.

You 9:25 AM

How?

Haseul 9:35 AM

Get under the desk when you come through that door. I sent Yeojin on a donut run at that one place that's always busy.

Haseul 11:43 AM

How's lunch looking? Got anywhere planned, my little errand boy?

You 11:48 AM

Errand boy? That's not what you were screaming this morning.

Haseul 11:50 AM

Focus. What do you want for lunch? I'm in the mood for something spicy. Maybe some ramen.

You 11:51 AM

I want you. Better than ramen.

Haseul 11:55 AM

Down boy. Keep it in your pants at least until after lunch. Then maybe we'll find a nice, dark closet for me to jerk you off in if you're a good boy. Or you can fuck my tits, whatever you want.

You 11:57 AM

Can’t I pick both?

Haseul 11:58 AM

Don't get greedy, or you can forget about seeing these tonight.

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And now, another week is finally over. No more morning traffic, no more endless reports and phone calls, no more sneaking around. Caution thrown to the wind, heading right into Haseul's sports car together straight after work, not even caring who is there to see anymore. Just forgoing all subtlety. Yeojin will never stop asking you questions, but now it's just better not to pretend —no going back now.

All your worries drop at the door along with your shoes once you enter her place, stumbling over the couch, a quick make-out session that never slows down.

Two glasses of wine on the coffee table later, they're half-empty while Haseul complains about work, legs stretching across your lap—in a pair of stockings, of course, because now she knows exactly how much you love them. You listen to every word intently, giving her sore feet a well-deserved massage to the point where she forgets what she was even talking about.

"Wouldn't trade you for any other assistant, not when you can do all that with those hands."

"Then maybe you should be paying me double."

"What did I tell you about getting greedy?" Haseul asks, sipping her wine.

"That you love it about me."

"Only when that involves eating me out."

Haseul gets a little shy at that, despite everything. The blush that creeps up on her is adorable as she covers her face—and it's somehow hard to believe this is the same woman that bosses you around in both the office and the bedroom. The same woman who gets a little crazy riding your face and spitting out the most filthy words you've ever heard, suddenly getting bashful. It's unfathomable.

Another sip of her wine, finishing the rest before putting the glass aside as she collapses against your body, pressing in nice and close. "That and fucking me until I can't walk properly the next morning."

Again, the abrupt shift from timid to ravenous in the blink of an eye, her entire demeanor turning devilish when she gets in the mood. But you're content to have it both ways, whether it be the caring and gentle version, or rough and demanding—or anything in between.

Haseul hasn't even changed from her work clothes, not bothering with a single thing after walking through the door other than removing her heels and tossing her purse on a chair. Sooner or later, all those clothes will be scattered around the floor of the bedroom, but she's all cozy on your body, making herself right at home.

"Mommy—"

"What is it, baby?"

"N-nothing, I just—really like calling you that."

Haseul lifts her head to make eye contact with you. "You're too fucking cute, you know that? It must kill you at the office to not call me that."

"I manage. But only because Yeojin would ask a thousand and one questions."

"Well, pretty sure she knows we're fucking. She's a smart girl."

"Right. That means I should just call you that at work then?"

"Absolutely not," Haseul says with the sharp shake of her head as she slaps your chest playfully. "Even if the entire building knows we're fucking, you're forbidden from using the m-word in the office."

"What's mommy gonna do, punish me? Teach me a lesson?" you taunt, just poking to see how far you can push it.

Haseul responds with a roll of her eyes. "Watch it, mister. Mommy doesn't punish, but I might not let you eat me out at all tonight if you don't behave."

You can't help but laugh at her ultimatum. "Like you would ever pass that up. You can't say no to my mouth."

"Oh, can't I?" she laughs right back, refusing to back down. "I have toys I'll have you know. In case someone decides to test me."

"But they can't get you off the way I can," you argue. "Nor can they pump you full of cum—"

That's what breaks the facade, a smile slipping on her face just before she cuts you off. "Okay, you have a point. So be a good boy and you can eat me out as much as you want. Might even sit on your cute face if you ask real nice."

"I'll be on my best behavior."

That's when she nuzzles her nose against your neck, letting a little laugh slip through her lips. "Good."

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