In the hallowed halls of the corporate giant, Sterling Enterprises, a woman of considerable charm and endowment held sway. Her name was Marianne, the voluptuous office manager, a woman of Amazonian stature and a bust that defied gravity. Her ample bosom, encased in the tightest of silk blouses, was the subject of much whispered conversation among the male employees.
Marianne was a woman who knew her power. Her 38DDs were as much a part of her arsenal as her sharp wit and keen intellect. She reveled in the attention, basking in the knowledge that she was the object of many a forbidden fantasy.
One such employee was the shy and retiring accountant, Thomas. A man of few words, he found himself inexplicably drawn to the matronly goddess who ruled the office with an iron fist and a velvet glove. He would steal glances at her, admiring the way her breasts bounced when she walked, the way they threatened to spill out of her blouse when she leaned over her desk.
One fateful day, Marianne caught him staring. She could see the desire in his eyes, the longing. She smiled, a slow, seductive smile that made Thomas’s heart race. She beckoned him over, her index finger curling in a come-hither gesture that left him in no doubt as to her intentions.
Thomas approached her desk, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel his palms sweating, his mouth dry. He was acutely aware of the fact that he was about to embark on the most illicit encounter of his life.
Marianne leaned back in her chair, her breasts straining against the silk of her blouse. She crossed her legs, revealing a expanse of thigh that was as tantalizing as it was forbidden. “Thomas,” she purred, her voice a low, seductive whisper. “I’ve been watching you.”
Thomas gulped, his throat dry. “You have?” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Marianne nodded, her eyes locked onto his. “Yes,” she said, her voice dripping with desire. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you stare at my breasts. It’s… intoxicating.”
Thomas felt a surge of desire course through him. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had dreamed of this moment, but he never thought it would actually happen.
Marianne stood up, towering over him. She reached out, her fingers tracing a path from his collarbone to his chin. “I want you, Thomas,” she said, her voice a husky whisper. “I want to feel your hands on my body, your lips on my breasts.”
Thomas didn’t need any further encouragement. He stepped closer to her, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips.
Marianne moaned, her head falling back as Thomas caressed her breasts. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath the silk of her blouse, the ache between her legs growing more and more insistent.
She reached down, her fingers deftly unbuttoning Thomas’s shirt. She ran her hands over his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. She could feel his heart pounding beneath her fingertips, matching her own.
Thomas’s hands were busy too, his fingers working their way up Marianne’s skirt. He could feel the heat emanating from her thighs, the dampness of her panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down.
Marianne stepped out of her panties, her eyes locked onto Thomas’. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his cock. She stroked him, her grip firm and confident.
Thomas moaned, his head falling back as Marianne jacked him off. He could feel his orgasm building, the tension coiling in his balls.
Marianne could sense his impending release. She dropped to her knees, her mouth mere inches from his cock. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. “I want to taste you, Thomas,” she said, her voice a husky whisper.
She took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his cock. She sucked him, her tongue swirling around the head. Thomas could feel himself on the brink, his orgasm barreling down on him like a freight train.
Marianne could sense it too. She quickened her pace, her mouth moving up and down Thomas’s cock. She could feel him pulsing in her mouth, the salty taste of his cum flooding her mouth.
Thomas moaned, his orgasm ripping through him like a tidal wave. He could feel himself emptying himself into Marianne’s mouth, her lips milking every last drop from him.
Marianne stood up, her mouth still wrapped around Thomas’s cock. She looked up at him, a satisfied smile on her face. “I hope that was as good for you as it was for me,” she said, her voice a low, sultry purr.
Thomas could only nod, his mind still reeling from the most intense orgasm of his life. He knew he would never forget this moment, the moment when he succumbed to the allure of the matronly goddess who ruled the office with an iron fist and a velvet glove.
