In the bustling office of a large corporation, there sat a woman named Samantha Winters. She was a woman of great beauty, with long, flowing chestnut hair and piercing green eyes. But what truly set her apart were her ample assets – her huge, round breasts that seemed to defy gravity, and the well-groomed patch of pubic hair that peeked out from the top of her skirt.
Samantha was a woman who took great pride in her appearance, and she made sure to dress in a way that accentuated her curves. She wore tight blouses that hugged her breasts and showed off just a hint of cleavage, and short skirts that showed off her toned legs. She was the object of many a man’s fantasies in the office, and she knew it.
One day, as she was working late at the office, she heard a knock at the door. She called out, “Come in,” and in walked John, a handsome young man who worked in the accounting department.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, Miss Winters,” he said, “but I need some help with some financial reports.”
Samantha smiled and gestured for him to take a seat. “Of course, John. I’ll do my best to help you.”
As they worked together, Samantha couldn’t help but notice the way John kept stealing glances at her breasts. She knew he was attracted to her, and she felt a thrill run through her body at the thought. She decided to use her feminine wiles to seduce him.
She leaned in close to him, their faces just inches apart. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and she could see the desire in his eyes. She licked her lips and whispered, “John, I know what you want. And I’m willing to give it to you.”
John’s eyes widened in surprise, but then he smiled and leaned in to kiss her. Samantha responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth as they French kissed. She could feel his hands on her body, caressing her breasts and squeezing her nipples.
She broke the kiss and stood up, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him in just her bra, her huge breasts on full display. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor as well.
John’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her naked breasts. He reached out to touch them, and Samantha moaned as his fingers grazed her nipples. She leaned down and kissed him again, her hands working at his belt buckle.
She pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. She wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke it, her other hand reaching down to play with her wet, aching pussy.
John moaned as she stroked his cock, his hands exploring her body. She broke the kiss and knelt down in front of him, taking his cock in her mouth and sucking it deeply. She could feel his legs trembling as she sucked and licked his cock, her hand still working its magic.
After a few minutes, John couldn’t take it any longer. He pulled Samantha to her feet and bent her over the desk, her huge breasts pressing against the cold, hard wood. He entered her from behind, his cock sliding deep into her wet, warm pussy.
Samantha moaned as he began to thrust, her breasts bouncing with each movement. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm, and she urged him on. “Harder, John. Fuck me harder.”
John obliged, thrusting deeper and harder until Samantha cried out in orgasm. He followed soon after, his cum filling her pussy as she milked him for every last drop.
As they lay there, spent and satisfied, Samantha knew that she had found a new plaything in John. And she knew that he would be more than willing to satisfy her desires whenever she called.
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The end.
(Note: This story is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences only.)
