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archangeldyke-all · 17 days

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I just saw this art and had some CEO Sevika Thoughts 😵‍💫😵‍💫

https://twitter.com/2400db/status/1777950953817207073

O. M. G. i'm combining this with another ask i got because these two reqs go together like peanutbutter and jelly. EEEK! (also, the link doesnt seem to work now, but it was art of two characters-- i'm not sure who-- where one was sitting in a spinny wheel office chair, back to her computer set up, and the other was straddling her, trying to talk on the phone while the first girl is feeling her up)

the last tidbit in your vacay sex w ceo sev hcs inspired me. could we please get something soft with high!sev after both her and r have smoked?

i like to imagine her hair in a bun with a hoodie and sweatpants on. just looking so pretty and soft and staring at reader like :]

i also like to think she likes skin to skin. :3

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men and minors dni

from time to time, you and sevika work from home.

her penthouse has three bedrooms. one for the two of you, one for guests, and one you've turned into a little study for the both of you for times like this.

two desks on opposite walls, a few bookshelves, a couch, it's a good space. it's helped a lot over the years. when sevika's sick, you manage to convince her to just spend the day in her study instead of torturing herself by dragging herself to work. when the two of you are feeling burnt out, a day taking calls and video meetings at home always help.

and today, you're using it for the best reason of all. it's a snow day.

the city below sevika's windows is covered in a blanket of snow. you've been watching the white powder fall all day. sometimes the blizzard rages so hard, that all the windows in sevika's high rise are greyed-out, and it's like you guys are living inside of a cloud.

sevika has no meetings today. you don't either. so, in an effort to stay cozy, you both decided to stay in your pajamas. sevika looks so snugly in her big sweatshirt and plaid pajama pants. her feet are socked in mis-matched animal print socks, one cats, one ducks. her hair's in a messy bun, and she's still got a bit of sand in her eye even though it's almost lunch. you love her like this.

it's been a slow day. with the whole city trapped inside, the usual twenty calls an hour you're used to answering has dwindled down to two.

at lunch, sevika manages to convince you to smoke a joint with her.

"c'mon babe." she whines, kissing up your neck as you stir the tomato soup heating up on the stove. "no one's gonna need us today. and we're already so cozy, 'n we got nowhere to go..." she wiggles the fat joint she'd rolled in your face. you huff and roll your eyes.

"i need to talk to HR." you grunt, snatching the joint out of her hand and shoving the bubbling pot of soup to the side. "my boss is peer pressuring me to do drugs with her." you tease, quickly lighting the tip of the joint against the burner before putting the soup back. sevika snatches it from you before you can take a puff, running out to the balcony. "sevika!" you squeal as she throws sliding door open. "you're gonna freeze your ass off!" you laugh.

"come here!" she demands, waving you over. you giggle, turning the burner off and running after your wife, grabbing two blankets off the couch as you go.

the balcony is spacious and covered, but with the wind this high up, there's only four inches of space that hasn't been covered in snow. you and sevika squeeze together in the shelter, shivering and huddling under the blankets as the blizzard rages around you.

"you're insane!" you laugh, sevika pulls you closer to her chest, puts the joint, somehow still alight, between your lips.

"puff." she says. you forget the cold for a moment-- the demand sending a shock of arousal down your spine. you take a hit, keeping eye contact with her, and she grins, before pulling the joint away and pressing her mouth against yours.

you exhale, and sevika inhales the smoke from your lungs before she shoves her tongue down your throat.

she pulls away with a smirk. you gulp. "there. warmer?" she asks, putting the joint to her lips as she smirks down at you. you huff, then stick one of your freezing cold hands under her sweater, pawing at her nipple. she squeaks, you giggle at how quickly her nipple gets hard in your fingers.

you guys smoke the joint fast, after that, faster than you probably should've smoked a joint that big. but it was so cold, and the only relief was the warmth from the joint, and you couldn't really feel the high out in the cold...

which means that once you guys get inside, giggling and shaking the snow off your blankets and out of your hair as you quickly warm up, you're both hit with a very sudden, very intense high.

you know you're fucked when it starts to feel like you're underwater. you know sevika's fucked when you look up from your feet where you're struggling to get out of your slippers, and find her giggling at a dick she'd drawn in the frost on the glass wall of the living room.

"sev." you whisper, grinning. she looks over at you, her smile growing impossibly wider when she sees you. you can practically see hearts in her eyes, and you snort. "oh shit." you laugh.

"we still got work." she giggles. you bite your lip.

"fuck." you chuckle.

"ooooh babe! food!" she says suddenly, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the kitchen.

logically, you know that it only takes about ten minutes to make two grilled cheeses and heat up some soup. but it feels like it takes a year.

you keep turning the burners off by instinct-- and sevika has to laugh and turn them back on, reminding you that you're cooking lunch.

she keeps trying to 'season' the food-- which is concerning for a number of reasons. one being that sevika's a horrible cook, who doesn't know the difference between a teaspoon and tablespoon; two, being that she's holding the cinnamon sugar while she says it. the third, most concerning thing is that you're tempted to let her. cinnamon grilled cheese? your high, munchie focused mind thinks, that could work...

eventually, the food is finished, without modification. sevika has to smack your hands twice to remind you to wait for it to cool off. you have to smack hers once.

you guys eat, curled up together on the couch in your study. it could be the weed, but you think it may genuinely be the best grilled cheese of your life.

sevika seems to agree. she keeps moaning and grunting as she chews and slurps her soup.

it should gross you out. she's too high to mind her manners and chew with her mouth closed. really though, it's just turning you on.

she looks up at you, her cheeks stuffed with grilled cheeses, tomato soup dripping down her chin onto her lap, and you bite your lip. she chews, swallows, then speaks. "you wan' som'a mine?" she offers.

your heart leaps in your chest and you surge forward, pressing your mouth against sevika's. she groans, her hands flailing, and she clumsily puts her dishes on the little coffee table. the second she's free, you straddle her lap, clawing at her shoulders, pinning her to the couch. she pulls you down to grind against her, sinking her nails into your hips. you shudder.

you aren't wearing anything under your pajama pants, and you know sevika isn't either. it's just two thin pieces of flannel separating you. for a moment, the dry fabric adds a delicious friction to your movements--but you soak through your and sevika's pants in less than a minute.

and, fuck, you feel like you're in heaven. you feel like you're melting into sevika, it feels like her fingers are made of magic, the sweet grunts and whimpers she's letting out sound like music.

she's like putty in your hands too, chasing you when you pull back, whining when you pull away to breathe. you giggle, smiling down at her and tucking her flyaways behind her ears, she sighs, nuzzling against your palm, and you lean down to kiss her forehead.

"love you." you whisper. she smiles.

"i love you too." she says. you watch in fascination as she licks her lips slowly, looking you up and down. "so... y' gonna ride me now or what?" she asks, grinning and waggling her eyebrows at you.

you burst into a fit of giggles, and sevika grins, nuzzling against your neck and sucking hickeys into your throat. "mmm... okay." you agree. you can feel her lips curl into a smile against your neck, her fingers tugging the drawstring on your pajamas undone.

suddenly, your work-phone starts ringing on your desk. you and sevika both turn around to glare at the sound, and you groan when you realize what it is. sevika makes a choked sound. "n-no--" she manages to whine before you pull yourself off her lap and start walking over to your desk.

sevika squawks, and then in a flash, she sprints over and squeezes between you and your desk chair, flopping into it and tripping you on the way. you squeak, but sevika catches you around your waist, pulling you onto the chair, and her lap, in a straddle. you huff, glaring down at her, and she grins.

"answer the phone." she demands, just like earlier on the balcony. you shiver, and she grins, tugging your pants down over your ass as you bend over her and grab the phone off your desk, pressing it to your ear

"hello?" you choke out. sevika chokes on a laugh, smacks your ass, and you flail, squeaking and smacking her shoulder as you do.

the voice on the other line-- somewhat familiar, a recent client's assistant or something-- asks to speak to sevika. sevika, the exact moment the voice says her name, sinks her teeth into your neck while her fingers start to circle your clit.

"ah-huh-wh-sheeee's, uh, she's not available right now." you say, cringing. sevika's free hand tugs your sweater up, and you smack her forehead-- already knowing what she's planning.

the voice on the phone babbles on and on-- you're not sure about what, you're distracted by the cocky smile she shoots you before ducking in and taking your breast into her mouth. you moan, a horrible, very audible "aaah!" right into your phone.

sevika grins like the devil.

"sorry, s-sorry--there's a bug!" you choke out before the person on the phone can ask you any questions.

oh that's okay. the voice says. i'm the same way, especially about roaches. ew. anyways, as i was saying...

sevika shoves three fingers past your lips and down your throat, you gasp, sputter, and choke, and sevika pulls her fingers free just in time for you to mutter a "sorry, continue," down the line, before shoving her fingers back in your mouth.

it's possibly the hottest thing that's ever happened to you. she keeps thrusting her fingers in and out of your mouth, tiny clicking wet noises escaping with every thrust of her fingers as drool starts to drip down her wrist and your chin.

you try to keep your moans to a minimum. you don't succeed very well.

"you like this?" she whispers. you nod, your eyes closed, tears soaking your cheeks as she continues to fuck your throat with her fingers.

she giggles, then pulls her hand away.

you gasp, your eyes flying open for you to glare at your wife. she just darts forward and gives you a quick kiss, and then she sinks one of her drool-covered fingers inside of you.

you bite your tongue to keep from whining. she kisses a path to your tit, gives it a few nips, then bites your unkissed nipple as she sinks a second finger in your cunt.

"uhhhn, fu--she actually just walked in--here she is--" you spit out before pulling the phone away from your mouth, letting out a long whine, and pushing the phone into sevika's ear. she glares at you, pulling her mouth away from your tits with a pop that you're certain whoever's calling can hear.

"hullo?" she grunts, pressing the phone between her shoulder and ear, freeing her hand to fondle pull her pants down as she sinks her third finger inside of you. your thighs quake, her cock springs free, and you moan.

"fuck, sev, please."

she grins, gives your cunt a few more good thrusts with her fingers, before pulling them out and spitting in the palm of her hand, giving her cock a few quick pumps, and then lining it up to your cunt.

it's your turn to get your revenge. sevika always needs a second to adjust before she can sink all the way inside you-- overwhelmed by the squeeze and warmth-- but today you don't allow it.

you sink down on her in one swift movement, grinning at the pathetic, "hhhhaa--" it draws out of her. you're so fucking lucky whoever's on the phone is a chatterbox.

you start bouncing on her cock, your ass smacking her thighs with each go, and sevika's got the most pained, pathetic look on her face as she bites her lip to keep her moans in.

you chuckle. "you're lucky you're cute." you whisper, before pulling your shirt off and shifting so sevika can muffle her moans in your tits, one of your hands tangled in her bun, at the base of her neck.

you tug the phone out of her hand, taking a deep breath and collecting yourself in a true show of your strength and professionalism-- and steadily, (not at all breathy, no matter no much sevika will pretend otherwise) say: "i'm so sorry to have to cut our conversation short, but it seems the blizzard's just knocked the power at our facilities out, and we have to go handle that before our heat goes next. we'll be sure to call you back as soon as possible."

oh, well i'm so sorry to hear that! i hope all your employees are safe! i must say, i thought people were being dramatic about the snow, but it must be awful bad where you are if-- you hang up.

"fuck!" you shout, throwing the phone back down on your desk. sevika growls against your tits, and it a second, shes standing, keeping you on her cock with a solid grip on your ass.

she drops you on the couch, not losing her rhythm for a moment as she balances on top of you. eventually, she has to breathe, and she pulls away from your tits with a gasp. "i fucking love you." she whimpers. you giggle.

"i love y-you too, sev." you whisper.

"louder, baby, nobody's listenin' anymore." she demands. you whimper, clenching around her cock, and she chuckles, one of her hands darting down to rub at your clit.

"s-sevika! baby, i love you, i love you!" you gasp. she grins.

"there you go."

"i love you, please, i'm so close you're gonna-- i'm gonna-- sev, i just-- you--"

"whaddya need baby? anything, anything."

"kiss?" you whimper.

sevika cums at the word, her eyes rolling back in her skull and her arms shaking as she tries to keep her pace. it's so hot, and you're so close, and she keeps fucking you even as her cum starts to leak out of you--

and then she tears her eyes open, gasps, and smashes her mouth against yours.

you fall apart, cumming and clencing sevika's sensitive cock hard. so hard, in fact, "oh, b-baby, i!" sevika collapses against you, her cock pulsing inside of you a few more times, and you gasp.

the moment you catch your breath, you burst into giggles.

"did you just cum again?" you ask. "twice in one minute, sev?!"

"fffuck offff." she mumbles against your tits.

"that.. was so hot." you say. she giggles now too.

"g'night."

"sevika." you tug her bun. "it's the middle of the day."

"i'm done. g'night."

"c'mon." you pout, gently tapping her cheek, trying to get her to open her eyes. "we'll have a warm shower and i'll make hot chocolate? with whiskey? we'll turn the phones off, okay? cuddle in bed a bit?" you bribe. she peeks one eye open.

"can i eat you out in bed?" she asks. you snort.

"i was thinking bed would be more like a nap, babe."

"mmm. can i eat you out in the shower?"

"you can eat me out after our nap."

"can i wake you up with it?" she asks, a sparkle in her eye. you roll your eyes.

"only if you actually let me sleep. and you try to sleep too, okay?" you ask. she nods. "one hour, at least." you demand. she pouts, but nods again, and you burst into laughter. "kiss." you voice your final demand. sevika grins, and leans in happily.

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beatrixstonehill2 · 2 months

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Soooo this rich photographer flew me out to his waterfront penthouse overlooking the city..... You know, he did what photographers do and filmed me, took pics, got me nice and drunk. He showed me his place, mind you he's in a fancy suit and I'm in this bikini, my cock is basically falling out of it and I'm rock hard the whole time I'm there. He shows me this gorgeous portfolio of other trans girls he's worked with, mostly videos on his computer, and oh my god..... I started fondling my cock as he kept showing me some of the prettiest girls I've ever seen, huge breasts, curvy asses, perfect smile, juicy cocks.... But every video ended with a shirtless man. I didn't get it and he told me not to worry, so I kept playing with my cock, sipping my wine as he showed me more.....

The videos always ended the same. Some handsome guy flexing his muscles, looking really hot tbh, most of them had beards or well-groomed facial hair, none were shaven. They all exuded the kind of masculinity I find super hot, def the kind of guys I love my plump ass to be fucked by. The photographer finally turned to me and told me the men were all the very same people as the sexy girls he showed me. He had a really big kink for convincing trans girls to detrans. I was floored, but kept jerking my cock..... He saw this and smiled. He told me he'd happily pay me 100K to detransition. I jerked super fast and nutted, drooling like a good little whore, eyes rolling back......

"100K? You want to see me become a boy that badly???" I panted, jerking my flaccid cock as it drooled more cum, soon getting erect again.....

"Just look at you, already a machine. Imagine what that cock could do on testosterone. I'd love to see you give up becoming a girl for good. Embrace being a guy, which is what you really are, princess.

I bit my lip, my cock responding so well to his words, nice and full again. "Please..... I like being a girl but I mean.... You really really wanna see me detrans, I can tell!"

"I do. I want to see you get muscular, pumped full of so much T and steroids nobody would ever know you were living as such a pretty girl, or at least a decent imitation, not that you pass, darling. You're hot but that cock is a dead give away, and you still look like a boy, but you already knew that, didn't you?" He stroked my chin.

I nodded softly. "I don't pass at all, do I?"

"Not in the slightest, you poor misguided fakegirl. I'm surprised anyone even thinks to gender you correctly. It definitely doesn't help that you're so proud of your cock and flaunt it all over social media, walking around in dresses with a full erection. You can just see people roll their eyes forcing themselves to call you a girl to be nice. But like I said, your face is still very masculine, totally a dead give away. Are you sure you aren't already growing facial hair? I swear I see a shadow."

I was blushing so hard, fully erect and jerking super hard again. "I mean, estrogen only helps so much, I started transitioning at fourteen! But by then..... and sometimes I forget to take my hormones and, ummmmm...... soooo, this is how deep my voice actually is." I used my real voice, sounding pretty much like a guy.

"Wow, I mean you still sounded like a boy pretending to be a girl before but I had no idea you basically already went through male puberty..... that explains why your cock is so huge. You you're pretty much not even a trans girl, you're a femboy with implants?"

I nodded, cumming again, shooting rope after rope. "Mmmmm, maybe? Sorry I don't pass very well..... I hope you still find me sexy...."

"Oh, all the sexier, in fact I'm going to take that fat ass of yours for a nice ride in a moment..... just after I give you your first official T-shot, so let's celebrate you no longer pretending to be a girl. From now on you'll be a good boy and masculinize yourself as much as possible, OK?"

"Yes..... sir..... anything else before you have your way with me?"

"I want you to post a video of yourself to your Instagram, talking in your real voice, that you're detransitioning and getting your DD implants yanked out next week."

"OK..... whatever you like. ❤️ I need to give up playing pretend..... thank you for helping me!"

"It's my pleasure, helping boys like you is my greatest passion."

Needless to say..... I won't be looking back, and I have a few more fakegirl friends I think I'll send his way....

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ashborne-ali · 1 year

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CEO!GP!Natasha Romanoff x femboy!reader

Natasha Romanoff, the CEO of one of the most powerful companies in New York City. And also the person you had a crush on!

But well, that wasn't anything out of the norm. Natasha Romanoff was a goddess, one that both men and women loved.

However, the fear they felt towards her outweighed the love. She was as dangerous as she was beautiful.

And she was not afraid to get her hands dirty. After all, with the number of expert lawyers that she has, you could count the things that she was careful in doing with your fingers.

Then there was you, a simple guy who was all looks and barely any brains. You didn't know how it was possible, but you were actually able to become that Natasha Romanoff's assistant.

However, even though you didn't know how it was possible, you weren't going to pass out on this god given chance.

You had happily accepted it and began to work in Black Widow, the company run by Natasha. Even though Natasha was a very serious person, she still was careful so she wouldn't overwork you.

She would also flirt with you when she felt like it, which only resulted in you falling even more for her.

You knew that it was kinda wrong to be in love with your boss and be in a relationship with her since all would go to shit if you two broke up, but you still couldn't stop yourself.

However, you still held back. After all, what if she was just playfully flirting and didn't mean anything deep?

After all, with Natasha's looks, you didn't know just how many handsome or beautiful and powerful people wanted her.

And well, you weren't that comparable to them. You were just a pretty guy who got lucky and became Miss Romanoff's secretary.

With a disappointed and sad sigh, you stepped out of the elevator before fixing your mood and looks.

You held the documents tight in your hands so they wouldn't fall as you walked towards Miss Romanoff's office.

As you passed your own desk, you gently knocked on the door :"Miss Romanoff, it's Y/N. I've brought the documents you told me to bring."

The moment your voice fell, her beautiful voice sounded, shaking your heart and heating up your beautiful face a little :"ah, Y/N, please come in."

Having permission, you opened the door and walked in with a polite smile :"hello, miss Romanoff, good afternoon."

Natasha smiled back at you as she looked up from her computer :"hello, Y/N, good afternoon to you as well. Please put the documents on my table."

You nodded with a gentle smile on your face as you did as she said :"here, I've made sure that it's all of them. Do you need anything else?"

Natasha sighed gently with an apologetic look :"yes, actually. I need your help with something and you may have to stay a little late. I'm sorry, but can you help me with these files?"

You smiled and nodded your head :"it's alright, I don't mind. Just tell me what I need to do and I will start!"

Natasha smiled in appreciation as she nodded :"thank you, Y/N/N, I really appreciate it. I will send the files to your computer, I will also write whatever you need to do. Just ask me if you don't understand anythin-"

But as she spoke, she was interrupted with her door getting opened and a cheerful voice filling the office :"hello there, my bestie! Oh, hey there, Y/N/N! I thought that you had something to do and left since I didn't see you behind your desk."

The one who spoke was none other than Wanda Maximoff. An old friend of Natasha and also a CEO of another company.

Seeing her best friend, Natasha groaned in annoyance as she frowned at Wanda :"Wanda, what are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be taking care of your own company? I'm amazed that your company hasn't fallen to pieces with how irresponsible you act."

But Wanda just rolled her eyes with a smile as she walked towards Natasha's desk :"yeah yeah, whatever, MOM. I just felt bored and decided to come and visit."

As she reached the desk, her smile turned mischievously when she glanced at you who was just smiling innocently :"and I really missed doing this!"

Her hand suddenly came down in a flash and with a punishing force before she slapped your fat ass, causing it to ripple and for you to squeal in shock as you turned around to face her and took a step away with your hands covering your butt while you pouted with a heavy blush :"ouch! W-what was that for, kids Maximoff?!"

Wanda laughed as she shrugged :"come on, Y/N, it's not like it's the first time anyway! I have done it before, and I don't think I will be stopping anytime soon~."

You shivered as the taller woman looked at you with an evil and mischievous gaze. Remembering the many times that she had slapped you whenever she could, like when you bent over to pick something or when you weren't paying attention, you blushed even harder as you avoided looking at her.

Natasha sighed in annoyance as she glared at her best friend :"stop harassing my assistant, Wanda. He could sue you, you know?"

You didn't notice it with how flustered you were, but Wanda clearly noticed the jealousy in that glare.

So she smirked as she moved to your side and side hugged you :"oh come on! As if Y/N/N would ever consider that! He and I both know that I'm just joking around! Isn't that right, Y/N?"

You could do nothing but sigh in defeat :"yeah, we're just joking. But can you please be gentler, miss Maximoff? It seriously stings when you're so rough, you know?"

Natasha frowned even more as she had enough :"alright, that's enough. Y/N, please go to your desk and start your work."

You nodded, still blushing a charming crimson :"alright, I will be going now. Goodbye, miss Maximoff."

As you turned around to walk away, Wanda smirked again as she spanked you again, causing you to yelp :"bye bye, Y/N!"

You pursed your rosy lips and pouted before sighing in defeat and walking away. At least she was gentle this time...

As you walked away, you didn't notice Natasha's lingering gaze on your shapely rear. After you closer the door behind you, Natasha glared at Wanda :"what the fuck, Wands?!"

Wanda raised her hands in surrender as she shrugged :"what? Is it my fault that you're not confessing to him? I'm just having fun messing with him."

You were in love with Natasha, but you didn't know that she was in love with you as well. After all, you were just looks and barely brains.

Either she was really good at hiding her feelings, or you were just a dumbass who couldn't get the hints. Probably the second one.

Natasha sighed as she rubbed her temples in annoyance :"I can't help it, I flirt with him, but he doesn't flirt back! Maybe he's not interested in me..."

From the first moment that she saw you when entering her company, she knew that had to have you.

Natasha didn't believe in love at first sight, but you were way too pretty to pass out on. Your beautiful legs that were covered with pants that couldn't hide your thick thighs and big ass. Your tight waist that created a beautiful curve with your heart shaped butt, your flat chest, your gorgeous face and your long reddish pink hair tied in a braid.

She thought that you were an extremely beautiful girl with a weird sense of fashion who only lacked breasts.

But after finding out that you're actually a guy, she was even more excited! Her dick would twitch whenever she thought of you begging for her cock to just mess you up.

So she immediately ordered it so you would become her secretary. And in these past few months, she has tried to get close to you, which she succeeded in, but she wasn't as close as she wanted.

Wanda sighed as she sat on the desk :"Look, maybe he just feels like he isn't in your league and you wouldn't date him for real."

Natasha looked at her with a confused face as she raised her hands :"are you serious? Out of my league?

Wanda, are you blind or something? Haven't you seen just what kind of a beauty he is? The only reason why people aren't confessing to him left and right is because he's a guy."

Wanda rolled her eyes as she shrugged :"I have noticed. But who knows what goes inside that cute brain of his?

So what about this? Instead of just going in circles and wasting your time, why don't you just sleep with him? I'm sure that he definitely won't reject you. That way, you two will finally be together."

As she thought about it, Natasha sighed as she nodded helplessly :"I guess... But I hope the feeling is mutual..."

The hours quickly passed with you sorting out the files that Natasha had sent you and asking her for advice on a few things.

It was already late and almost the entire company was empty. The only people who were left were you, Natasha, and the security guards.

As you finally finished your job and saved before sending them to Natasha's computer, you laid back on your chair and stretched your arms with a groan.

Having finished your job, you got up and walked towards Natasha's office to tell her that you're going to leave if she has nothing else for you.

"Come in." Natasha's sweet voice sounded as you knocked on the door. You walked in with a slightly tired smile :"hey there, miss Romanoff. I finished everything and sent them to you."

Natasha nodded as she looked at her computer :"yeah, I noticed. Thank you for the hard work. You are free to go now... On second thoughts, can you come behind my desk for a moment?"

You were confused, but didn't see any reason why you should refuse. So you just nodded and walked behind her fancy desk and stood beside her :"is there a problem?"

But instead of answering, Natasha turned to you and got up. As you looked up at the taller woman with a tilted head and a blush, she suddenly grabbed your waist and pulled you closer.

You were confused, but that confusion immediately turned to shock as she slammed her lips onto yours and started kissing you!

Your eyes went wide open, but you didn't try to back away from her. As she kissed you, her hands circled your tight waist.

You also circled your hands around her neck as you two kissed. Hands moved lower from your waist and palmed your ass cheeks, causing you to arch your back and moan into the kiss.

Seeing the chance, Natasha bit down on your lower lip rather harshly, pulling a gasp and a whimper out of you as she took the chance and invaded your mouth with her tongue.

You would've fought for dominance a little, if your brain hadn't gotten foggy already. Natasha quickly dominated the kiss and started exploring your mouth, pulling whimpers and moans from you.

Her hands on your ass massaged and spread your ass cheeks, causing you to let out shaky moans whenever her fingers would touch your hole.

Finally, Natasha pulled back. A string of saliva formed between your mouths as you looked up at her with horny doe eyes.

Natasha couldn't help but let out a predatory growl :"get down on your knees for me, pretty boy." You were a little confused, but too horny to care.

So you got on your knees in front of her and waited to see what she would do. But she didn't take long as she unzipped her skirt and pulled it down along with her black panties.

You somehow got even hornier at the thought of finally being able to see her private parts, but you were honestly shocked when something else was unleashed from her skirt and slapped on your head!

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