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- Feb 22, 2013
It had been a long day for Irina Volkova. The 45-year-old CEO had arrived early that morning, at least an hour before everyone else. And now it was well into the evening. But the business didn't run itself. She had just finished up the last of the work she had to do. She was almost ready to go home. But first ...
It wasn't the first time she'd done it, or even the fiftieth. And yes, technically, she wasn't supposed to use her work computer for personal reasons, but she was a damn CEO. She was the boss. She could ignore protocol. And she had needs that needed to be met.
Everyone had secrets, everyone had fantasies. It happened that Irina had her own, and both were large. Perhaps she should have gone to better lengths to conceal both. As if using a company computer for porn wasn't bad enough, she had slipped her slacks and the booty shorts underneath down to her knees, pulling out the solid twelve inches of cock that could be a pain to hide.
She put her headphones in and pulled up one of her favorite videos. With the audio cranked up in her ears, her attention focused on the screen, on the young woman humiliating, dominating, owning her larger, older, statuesque shemale sub, she started masturbating slowly, soon closing her eyes and losing herself in the fantasy. She had watched thus one enough that she knew it by heart, every word, every moan, every detail. So with her eyes closed, mouthing along to the submissive's lines, she could truly immerse herself in the fantasy.
Unfortunately, today would be the day that level of immersion, that closing out of the outside world, would lead to far-reaching consequences.
It wasn't the first time she'd done it, or even the fiftieth. And yes, technically, she wasn't supposed to use her work computer for personal reasons, but she was a damn CEO. She was the boss. She could ignore protocol. And she had needs that needed to be met.
Everyone had secrets, everyone had fantasies. It happened that Irina had her own, and both were large. Perhaps she should have gone to better lengths to conceal both. As if using a company computer for porn wasn't bad enough, she had slipped her slacks and the booty shorts underneath down to her knees, pulling out the solid twelve inches of cock that could be a pain to hide.
She put her headphones in and pulled up one of her favorite videos. With the audio cranked up in her ears, her attention focused on the screen, on the young woman humiliating, dominating, owning her larger, older, statuesque shemale sub, she started masturbating slowly, soon closing her eyes and losing herself in the fantasy. She had watched thus one enough that she knew it by heart, every word, every moan, every detail. So with her eyes closed, mouthing along to the submissive's lines, she could truly immerse herself in the fantasy.
Unfortunately, today would be the day that level of immersion, that closing out of the outside world, would lead to far-reaching consequences.