Lady Boss: Working Remotely

Serene Siren runs the whole damn company, has all the money, all the power, and still can't keep her hands off her secretary Kenna. They have been fucking in the office for months. Now everything is remote, but Serene isn't about to let a little video call kill the fun. Kenna is on the screen in her office chair, dressed like a librarian with a husband somewhere down the hall who thinks she's still the same quiet, faithful wife. Serene starts teasing her right away. She calls Kenna baby, asks if she's thinking about the last time Serene ate her out on the conference table, and even pretends to brush something off her own cleavage just to watch Kenna squirm. Kenna tries to talk about quarterly numbers, but her voice keeps cracking. Every time Kenna glances away Serene unbuttons another part of her shirt until her tits are on full display and the camera is tilted just enough for Kenna to see everything. Kenna blushes, bites her lip, and slips one shoulder out of her blouse to give Serene a peek of black lace. The longer Serene talks, the braver Kenna gets. Another button. A slow rub of her thumb over her own nipple. Then her husband calls out from another room and Kenna slams the mute, shoots Serene an apologetic look, and scrambles off camera. When she comes back she says she told him they ran out of toilet paper and sent him on a wild goose chase to the drugstore. Serene looks like she just won the lottery. "Good girl. Now show me that pretty body." Kenna stands up, slowly peels her blouse open, shimmies out of her skirt, twirls in just her panties and bra for a second like she can't believe she's doing this, then unclips both. She's naked in her home office, nipples hard, and the boss is licking her lips. Serene pushes two fingers between her own legs and starts circling her clit in time with every shy sway Kenna makes. A loud knock at Kenna's door snaps the mood. She lunges for the mute button again, drops the camera angle, and darts off. Serene sits there fuming, mouth open like she might say something, but the feed shows she is on mute. Click. Call ends. When Kenna calls back, she is wearing a short silk robe and Serene looks pissed. She points out that during office hours her secretary is still working. Kenna murmurs sorry, tries to smile, and lets the robe fall open again anyway. Her tits spill out and Serene's scowl melts into a hungry grin. Kenna does a little shimmy, palms her own ass, and slides the silk the rest of the way to the floor so she's bare for the camera. "I'm all yours, boss. What do you want me to do now?" Serene leans in close to her own camera, voice low and cocky. "Spread your legs on that chair and touch that wet pussy for me like you used to do under my desk. Don't stop until I say so. Working from home doesn't mean you get to slack off on your real job."