Mature boss and young intern

Alla Borisovna, the senior call center administrator, a forty-seven-year-old woman with a figure that her expensive pantsuit clung to like a gift-wrapped, overripe peach, sat in her office, listening to a recording of the call. Behind the glass partition, the open-plan office hummed, but here, all was quiet, save for the tapping of her perfectly manicured fingers on the desk. There was a knock at the door. “Come in,” she said without raising her head. Maxim entered the office. Twenty-three years old, a third-line operator, skinny and awkward, wearing a wrinkled jacket that he'd obviously worn to a job interview and hadn't ironed since. He fidgeted by the threshold, unsure what to do with his hands. Alla Borisovna gestured to the chair across from him. He sat down, resting his hands on his knees. She turned off the recording. She removed her glasses, leaving them lying on the table, and looked at Maxim. Her gaze was long and appraising, the kind one might look at not an errant subordinate, but a product whose expiration date has yet to be checked. "This is the third complaint this month, Maxim," she said in a low, slightly hoarse voice. "Tell me, what's wrong with you? Maybe you need to de-stress?" Maxim opened his mouth to reply, but Alla Borisovna had already stood. She walked around the table, her heels clicking, and stopped next to him, resting her hip on the edge of the table, right in front of his face. The fabric of her trousers stretched across her broad, curvaceous thigh. "You're constantly asking for time off, and during breaks you sit there like you're in a daze. I can see you through the glass, Maxim. I can see everything." She placed her hand on his shoulder. Then her palm slid higher, to the collar of his shirt, and her fingers touched his neck. He flinched, but didn't pull away. She ran her nails over his skin, down to his chest, and felt his heart begin to beat rapidly. "You're a cute boy, though," she said almost in a whisper. "Your eyes are just tired. Your nerves are shot." Her hand settled on his thigh. At first, it just rested there, then began to slowly stroke, moving higher, toward his belt. Alla Borisovna leaned over, and her heavy breasts were just centimeters from Maxim's face. She smelled of expensive perfume and the warmth of a heated body. She unbuckled his belt. Then the button on his pants. Then the zipper. Maxim sat motionless, his nostrils flaring. When her cool palm plunged into his underwear, he gasped. His penis was already hard, and Alla Borisovna squeezed it at the base, stroking its entire length. “You see,” she smiled, “and you say you’re tired.” She knelt before him. Doing so in a formal suit, with her hair and manicure perfectly manicured, seemed particularly indecent. She pulled his penis out, examined it expertly, brought it to her lips, and ran her tongue from his balls to the very tip. Maxim jerked and groaned. Then she took the head into her mouth. Alla sucked slowly, languidly, but with each stroke she went deeper, until his penis was almost completely lost in her mouth. She pressed her tongue against his frenulum, pulled out, circled it with her lips, and then took it back in. She massaged his balls with her hand, pressing her finger against his crotch. Maxim threw his head back, gripping the armrests of the chair. “Oh God... Alla Borisovna...” he whispered. She smiled slightly, still holding his cock in her mouth, and redoubled her pace. Her movements became fast and forceful, literally impaling herself on his shaft until he began thrusting his hips upward. Then she pinned his hips with her hands, making it clear she was in charge, and swallowed him to the very base, burying her nose in his hair. Maxim screamed. Semen gushed down her throat, and Alla Borisovna swallowed every last drop, continuing to suck his softening cock until he groaned from the strain. Then she pulled away, licked her lips, picked up her glasses from the floor, put them on, and said matter-of-factly: - This is just the beginning of the analysis of your mistakes. She stood up, took him by the chin, and forced him to look into her eyes. - Now listen to me carefully. Stand up. Maxim rose unsteadily. Alla Borisovna suddenly shoved him hard toward the leather chairs reserved for visitors, and he fell. Then she took off her jacket, revealing a silk blouse through which the lace of her bra was visible. First, she unzipped her skirt, and it fell to the floor with a soft rustle. Maxim saw that she was wearing stockings with a wide lace band and tiny, revealing panties. They were wet. Alla stepped over her skirt and came right up to him. "Now I want you to work your tongue hard," she said, pushing him back into the chair. He didn't resist. She lifted her blouse, pulled off her bra, and her huge, full breasts spilled out, swaying heavily. Her nipples were large, dark pink, already swollen. Alla leaned over, pressing them to his face. "Work it out. And don't let me hear any 'I can't' from you." Maxim cupped her breast in his hands. She was so large that his fingers could barely close. He greedily took her nipple into his mouth and began sucking, and Alla moaned loudly, hoarsely, pressing his head to hers. - Yes, that's it. Try hard, boy. He licked and sucked both nipples in turn until they became completely hard. His palms squeezed her breasts, kneading them, his fingers digging into the soft skin. Alla rubbed her wet sex against his leg, leaving a dark stain on his trousers. “Okay,” she exhaled. “Now lower.” Maxim began kissing her stomach, moving lower and lower. Alla pulled back just enough for him to reach her panties. He pulled them down, revealing a thick triangle of dark hair. She smelled tart, feminine, arousing. He inhaled the scent like a drug and pressed his mouth to her vagina. Alla, bracing her hands on his shoulders, leaned back, pressing herself closer to him. Maxim tried. He licked her folds, searching for her clit, sucking on it, and thrusting his tongue inside. Alla moaned louder and louder, no longer holding back. Her hips moved, literally riding his face, and her juices flowed down his chin. "Don't stop!" she ordered as his tongue found her clit again. He obeyed. He sucked and licked, simultaneously pushing two fingers inside her, and Alla suddenly screamed, convulsing, grabbing his hair. A wave of orgasm washed over her, and she came slowly, howling, her whole body shaking. When the attack passed, she took a step back. Her legs were shaking. Without giving herself a break, Alla turned and leaned her chest on the table, spreading her legs wide. Her huge white ass was turned toward Maxim. Her wet, open pussy glistened in the lamplight. Maxim jumped up, lowered his pants, and, grabbing her by the hips, thrust his penis into her vagina in one sharp movement. Alla screamed. Her insides clenched around him, hot and tight. Maxim paused for a second, savoring the sensation, and then began thrusting—hard, sweeping, as if hungry. The table creaked. Papers scattered. Alla moaned loudly, not caring that her subordinates were behind the glass door. He fucked her hard, relishingly, all the way. His balls slapped her swollen clit. Alla screamed, urging him on, pulling his hands to her breasts. Maxim fell on top of her, pinched her nipples, and she bukvoeb.run orgasmed again, this time even more intensely. "Inside me!" she croaked. "Cum inside me!" Maxim thrust one last time and froze, spilling deep inside. They both breathed heavily. He slumped against her, his chest pressed against her back. Alla kissed his cheek, wet with sweat. “Now,” she said, stepping back and tugging at her blouse, “you can consider yourself through your probationary period.” She bent down and picked up her panties from the floor, but didn't put them on, just crumpled them in her fist. Then she turned to him, about to say something, when her gaze fell on the glass partition. There, in the open-plan office, right next to the glass, stood a young intern named Valera. He appeared to have brought some documents, but he stood there, mouth open, staring at his boss, who stood before her subordinate in just a blouse and stockings, her skirt hiked up, sperm leaking down her thighs. Alla Borisovna smiled and beckoned Valera with her finger. He stumbled in. “Did you see it?” she asked calmly. The intern nodded frequently. "Well, catch up," Alla nodded at Maxim, who was pulling up his pants. "I have a conference call in an hour today." Valera, unable to believe his luck, began to unbutton his shirt. Alla Borisovna glanced at her watch and nodded with satisfaction.