In the hallowed halls of the corporate tower, the matronly executive, Mrs. Margaret Whitmore, strode purposefully toward her office. Her ample bosom, barely contained by the silk blouse, bounced with each step. The subtle jiggle of her 42DDs was a sight to behold, a testament to her femininity, and a source of envy among her peers.
Upon reaching her office, she closed the door, and for the first time that day, allowed herself a moment to breathe. Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her luscious cleavage adorned with a black lace bra. She sighed, sinking into her plush leather chair.
As she worked, her mind wandered to the new intern, Jack, a strapping young man with a chiseled jawline and bright blue eyes. She couldn’t help but notice how he looked at her, a mix of admiration and desire. A smile played upon her lips as she imagined what it would be like to have him, to feel his youthful vigor against her voluptuous body.
The next day, as Jack entered her office to drop off some paperwork, she decided it was time to make her move. She stood up from her chair, her curves on full display. Jack’s eyes widened, and he swallowed hard.
“Jack, dear,” she began, her voice sultry and seductive. “I’ve been thinking about you.”
She moved closer, her breasts brushing against his chest. He inhaled sharply, his hands clenched at his sides.
“Mrs. Whitmore, I-” he stammered, but she placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.
“Shh, Jack. I want to show you something,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
With a swift motion, she unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her nipples hardened under his gaze, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
“Oh, Mrs. Whitmore,” Jack breathed, his hands reaching out to touch her.
She guided his hands to her breasts, sighing as he caressed her soft skin. His fingers found her nipples, pinching and twisting them gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
She leaned in, capturing his lips with hers. Her tongue darted out, tracing the outline of his mouth. He opened up to her, their tongues dancing together in a passionate duel.
Breaking the kiss, she dropped to her knees, her hands working at the zipper of his pants. She pulled out his rigid cock, her mouth watering at the sight.
She licked the tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum. He groaned, his hands threading through her hair. She took him in her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around his shaft. She sucked, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper and deeper.
With a growl, he pulled her up, his lips finding hers once more. He picked her up, placing her on the edge of her desk. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her earlobe. She arched her back, her breasts pushed together as he teased her nipples with his tongue.
His fingers found her soaking wet pussy, her pubic hair trimmed neatly. He circled her clit, her moans growing louder with each pass.
“Please, Jack,” she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. “I need you inside me.”
He obliged, his cock sliding into her with ease. She gasped, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely.
He began to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She met him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
“Oh, Jack,” she cried out, her orgasm building. “Yes, yes, yes!”
With a final thrust, she came undone, her walls clenching around him as she rode out her pleasure. He followed shortly after, his release filling her to the brim.
Breathless, they collapsed onto the desk, their bodies slick with sweat. She looked at him, a satisfied smile playing upon her lips.
“Welcome to the company, Jack,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “I hope you’re ready for a wild ride.”
