Published: Mar 15, 2025

My one-hundred and ninety-first caption, featuring Mr. Sullivan getting a special reward from his boss, Ms. Quỳnh.

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“Ah, Mr. Sullivan, welcome. Please close the door and sit down.” My boss, Ms. Quỳnh, greeted, waving me inside of her lavish office. It was clear just from looking at the wood lining the walls that she was indeed the one in charge around here. “I wanted to congratulate you myself on how well you handled the Harper contract. Impressive work, especially for a Junior such as yourself.”

“T-Thank you, madam.” You nervously nodded, finding her nearly-exposed cleavage very hard to ignore. “I just… did my best.”

“Oh, no need to be modest. Any of the other mouth-breathers calling themselves ”salesmen” out there would have fumbled it.” She refocused, leaning forwards and showing even more of her breasts. “I think you deserve a special reward for your work.”

Your brain briefly filled with dirty, scandalous thoughts before Ms. Quỳnh’s eyes began to glow with a golden sheen of sorts. As she gazed at you with her strange eyes, your vision began to narrow, with the whole world seemingly becoming bigger all around you.

“Ah, you turned out quite well~.” She commented, walking around her desk towards you. She was gigantic in all ways from this angle, and you were no longer able to move. She reached towards you, and you felt yourself be pulled up unnaturally fast, face-first with her smirking face. “I might as well be honest with you, my little hard worker. I’ve turned you into a matching bra and thong.”

You began to internally panic, unable to express your sudden terror in any meaningful way. What she claimed she had done should have obviously been impossible, but you were forced to face the truth when she held “you” up in front of a full-sized mirror.

“Aw, no need to fret, Mr. Sullivan. When I said I was giving you a special reward, I meant it.” She purred, hanging you on the edge of the mirror as she began undoing the buttons on her shirt. “You’re going to experience pure, unadulterated pleasure while you’re wrapped around my body. My warmth will permeate every fiber of your being, and you will love every second of it. Just relax.”

Her words having soothed you, you watched in awe as she casually undressed right in front of you. She hid nothing from your gaze, proudly displaying her large, supple breasts and her huge, heart-shaped ass to you without a care in the world. She even winked at you when she was stripped down to nothing but her stockings, leaving no doubt as to whether or not she knew you were watching her. She picked you back up, sliding your “lower half” up between her legs. Her body warmth could be felt already, but that strange feeling only intensified when she pulled you in between her cheeks. It felt like your dick was practically being absorbed by her cheeks, leaving you winded. That was only the beginning, though. She then grabbed your “top half”, the bra, causing your vision to get impossibly close to her. You felt like you were holding her breasts in your hands, and the moment she fastened you, her weight and warmth hit you in full.

You were in utter, complete bliss, wrapped around every intimate part of Ms. Quỳnh’s beautiful, flawless body. Her breathing quickened as you relaxed into her, clearly causing her pleasure as well. She walked back behind her desk, sitting back down with her legs propped up on her desk. She began to finger herself through your lower half as she fondled her breasts through your top half. The spike in pleasure this created more than doubled your sensitivity, and Ms. Quỳnh could clearly feel you “instinctually” tightening around her.

“Oh~…Oh my God~…” She said through gasps, biting her lip in an attempt to keep quiet. “You’re… very good at this~. Ah!~”

She increased the speed of her massage, causing her warmth to further permeate through you. You were so far above any “normal” level of pleasure that you couldn’t even process your thoughts anymore, wanting nothing more than to make her feel even better. Finally, her fever pitch reached its peak as she came hard, soaking your lower half and even lactating a bit into her top half. You were in heaven.

“O-O-O-O-Oh… m-m-my… G-God…” She shuddered, pleasure still rolling through her as you relaxed just slightly, soaking up her juices like it was ambrosia. You could have stayed like this forever at this point. “You’re a natural, Mr. Sullivan. I intended for this to be a one-off kind of thing, but… assuming you keep doing well in Sales, we can turn this into our… special little activity together.~”