Kim Chun had never encountered somebody who was such an odd blend of a chilly ice queen and a shameless cocktease as Mrs. Elizabeth Hawkins.
On the one hand, she meticulously maintained her make-up and long, dark hair as superb as a model. On the other hand, she opted for the tightest shirts, the tiniest skirts, and the highest-heeled shoes that had the longest ankle straps. She always kept her very tight blouse's top three buttons undone, exposing a ton of deep, creamy, seductive cleavage. She dressed up like that for the job every single day.
The accounting firm's principal accountant is Mrs. Hawkins. She's a proud and devoted All-American. At 44 years old, she turned heads like no one ever had. She's very sexually attractive. Her appearance is too good to be true. She has a teenage son with her husband of 25 years. The company's owner, her husband, operated from home. In the building, she was the boss and the leader.
Kim, a young Korean-American, had just been employed by the company a few months ago. He started working as an accountant as soon as he received his bachelor's degree from the University of Texas. His main preoccupation was constantly thinking about Mrs. Hawkins. His retina could never leave her stunning face and alluring form, and he was unable to shake her from his thoughts. She was the one who made him crazy.
She was such a cocktease, she had no difficulties giving him orders while leaning across his desk, letting those ample tits hang down in front of his face, or bending over at the waist to reach something on a low shelf or drawer, which always resulted in the exposure of that exquisite rump of hers.
Being the boss, she was the only person with a key to the building. She and her husband had one each. She made a huge deal out of being the last one to arrive at work every morning so that everyone waiting to enter the building could see her go about her daily routine, which included strolling in a very sensual, teaseful manner. It appeared as though she did it on purpose to drive her staff nuts. They were perpetually horny, leaving them with rock-hard erections during the long, boring, and mentally demanding work hours.
In addition to all of this, her blatant lewdness was coupled with an arrogance and deliberate remoteness that verged on snobbishness. She was cold to the point of disdain while speaking to her staff, and with her heavy and strong southern accent, things didn't get any better for them.
Despite her desire to show her subordinates enormous amounts of lovely, alabaster flesh, she never once looked them in the eye or even made the tiniest verbal attempt to show that she was interested in them as employees or other humans, not even the tiniest hint. She seemed to despise having to spend her working hours with such lowly creatures, and she only flaunted her amazing body to the extent that she did because she thought it would motivate them to put in a little additional effort.
Days at the bank were unbearably difficult for Kim, who felt his poor cock rubbing cruelly and continuously against his pants. He battled every day to make it through the hectic schedule from 7am to 3pm.
Kim had attempted to become more amenable to his attractive boss, like all the other men (his co-workers) in the accounting firm. Each and every one of them hoped in vain that by being upfront and talented, they would break the ice and gradually improve their relationship with their boss and, perhaps, just perhaps, have a shot at the incredible below the belt stuff. All of the company's personnel were married or in relationships just like Kim, but that didn't stop them from wanting to taste their physically alluring and captivating boss.
Kim began to spend his lunch and coffee breaks in the restroom, desperately pumping his battered cock to climax after his efforts had completely failed. Kim would spend his lunch breaks in the men's restroom jerking off vigorously to relieve the pressure in his bulge when his attempts failed just as miserably as those of his co-workers. No matter how hard he pumped his cock to the peak, as soon as he laid eyes on Mrs. Hawkins, the erection would return and haunt him for the rest of the working day. He constantly attempted to ignore Mrs. Hawkins and return to his work of calculating statistics and fixing accounting for the clients of the company, but it was difficult.
She was always on his mind. When she stooped to pick up a few reports from the shelves, when she shifted binders from one place to another, and so on. It was impossible to ignore her because of the elegance and sexiness of her appearance and figure.
Kim's mind-numbing desire for his insanely hot but cruel boss started to eventually affect his personal life as well. He was constantly depressed and in a bad mood. He started to fuck his longtime girlfriend, Asira, who is also Korean-American, in a monstrous way, in the forlorn hope that it would help him get over his obsession with Mrs. Hawkins. Asira, unaware of what was going on, didn't complain.
His obsession with his boss had grown to the point of absurdity. He literally couldn't think of anything but her, and it tormented his soul and troubled him daily. He started having naughty dreams about his delicious, cheeky, and snobby boss. In his dreams, she wore her sexy business attire and would call on him while licking her fingers and continuing to tease him.
Kim and Asira went on a trip to a nearby theme park one night when they came across a giant advertising banner for a certain accounting firm with a picture of none other than his incredibly attractive and sexy boss, Mrs. Hawkins. She smiled, her hands crossed. She was dressed in a tight, light blue blouse that appeared to be about to explode due to her enormous breasts. Her hair was fixed, and her make-up was flawless as usual.
As soon as they returned to the apartment, he banged Asira. That poster was simply too much for him to bear. He tried to fuck his girlfriend every morning before heading to work in the hopes of avoiding a boner at work. As soon as his slant-eyes encountered Mrs. Hawkins' body, he'd find himself with a hard boner.
In his eighth month working for this company, Kim finally snapped. Mrs. Hawkins really teased him that day with her sexiness and shapely figure. Kim rushed home to unwind with the help of his girlfriend's vagina after a very difficult and hard day at work with a lot of paperwork. He came home and opened the door only to discover his sweet little Allison on all fours on the living room floor, getting fucked roughly from behind by the neighbor next door, with happy tears rolling down her cheeks.
He left the apartment heartbroken and devastated without them knowing anything. He returned to the accounting firm, parked his car in the lot, and sat. He couldn't believe it when he discovered that his long-term girlfriend, Asira, had cheated on him with his next-door neighbor. He sobbed for a few seconds before calling Asira and slut-shaming her in their native tongue. After using the most degrading language imaginable to refer to a woman, he hung up the phone. There he sat in the car, all alone in the empty parking lot. The company had closed, and all the employees had gone home.
He went to a random bar nearby after an hour. He ordered numerous beers without thinking and became inebriated. Oddly enough, he found himself surprised that no matter how angry and heartbroken he was at Asira's massive betrayal, he couldn't entirely drive Mrs. Hawkins and her exquisite body out of his mind. He left the bar and went back to his car, drove back to the parking lot, and then passed out.
He was awakened by a loud scream from outside the car. He awoke to find three of his fellow low-ranking co-workers grinning and laughing at him.
"Hey man!" One of them said.
"Have you been sleeping here all night?'' the other one said.
"You've got less than 15 minutes left, just so you know,'' the third one said, with a serious look on his face.
It wasn't until that moment when Kim realized it was morning and that he had spent the entire night in his car just outside the accounting firm. He checked the time and recognized that he only had ten minutes to gather himself before his shift began. Even though he was still a little inebriated, he exited the vehicle and staggered two blocks to a restaurant. He went into the bathroom and began to wash his face, trying desperately to erase the exhaustion from his face.
