In the heart of the city, in a towering skyscraper, the office of Ms. Samantha Everhart, a successful and powerful businesswoman, was located. She was known for her sharp mind, her charisma, and her striking appearance. Today, she had decided to forgo the usual formal attire and wore a simple white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of her ample cleavage, and a black pencil skirt that accentuated her shapely hips. Her long, wavy auburn hair cascaded down her shoulders, and a pair of black-framed glasses perched on her nose, giving her an air of authority and sophistication.
Ms. Everhart’s assistant, Mr. James Thompson, a young and ambitious man in his late twenties, couldn’t help but steal glances at his boss’s impressive décolletage as he went about his work. He had always found her attractive, but today, she seemed to have an extra allure that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
As the day wore on, Ms. Everhart called Mr. Thompson into her office for a meeting. He entered the room, his heart pounding in his chest, and took a seat across from his boss. She looked at him with a sly smile and leaned back in her chair, her blouse gaping open just enough to give him a clear view of her massive breasts, their pink areolas visible through her lacy white bra.
“James,” she began, her voice low and sultry, “I’ve been thinking about your proposal, and I think we should move forward with it. But there are some…changes I’d like to make.”
Mr. Thompson nodded, his mind racing as he tried to focus on the conversation. He could feel his cock stiffening in his pants as he stared at Ms. Everhart’s cleavage, her nipples now hard and erect.
“I’m glad you agree, Samantha,” he said, his voice shaking slightly. “I think this project could be a great success for both of us.”
Ms. Everhart leaned forward, her breasts spilling out of her blouse, and placed a hand on Mr. Thompson’s thigh. He could feel her warm touch through the fabric of his pants, and he swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest.
“I’m glad you think so, James,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But there’s something else I’d like to discuss with you. Something…personal.”
Mr. Thompson looked at her, his eyes wide with surprise and confusion. He had no idea what she meant, but he couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through his body at the thought of something intimate between them.
“What is it, Samantha?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ms. Everhart stood up and walked around the desk, stopping in front of Mr. Thompson. She reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from his face, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
“I’ve been watching you, James,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you stare at my breasts. And I have to admit, I’ve been thinking about you too.”
Mr. Thompson’s cock throbbed in his pants as he looked up at his boss, his mind racing with desire. He had never felt this way before, this intense need for someone.
“Samantha,” he whispered, his voice filled with longing. “I want you. I want you so bad.”
Ms. Everhart smiled and reached down, gently stroking Mr. Thompson’s hard cock through his pants. He moaned softly, his hips thrusting upward, desperate for more.
“I want you too, James,” she said, her voice filled with desire. “And I’m going to have you. Right here, right now.”
She unzipped Mr. Thompson’s pants and pulled out his throbbing cock, her eyes wide with desire as she took in its size and girth. She stroked it gently, her fingers slick with pre-cum, and Mr. Thompson moaned softly, his head thrown back in ecstasy.
“Fuck, Samantha,” he groaned, his hips thrusting upward as she stroked him. “That feels so good.”
Ms. Everhart smiled and leaned down, her full lips wrapping around the head of Mr. Thompson’s cock. He moaned louder, his hands reaching out to grip the arms of the chair as she took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft.
She sucked and licked his cock, her fingers stroking his balls as she took him deeper and deeper. Mr. Thompson’s hips thrust upward, his moans filling the room as she brought him closer and closer to the edge.
But just as he was about to cum, Ms. Everhart pulled away, a wicked smile on her face.
“Not yet, James,” she said, her voice filled with desire. “I want to feel you inside me when you cum.”
She stood up and pulled off her blouse, revealing her massive breasts, their pink nipples hard and erect. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor, and Mr. Thompson’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her naked breasts, their curves and fullness unlike anything he had ever seen.
Ms. Everhart climbed onto the desk, her legs spread wide, and beckoned Mr. Thompson towards her.
“Fuck me, James,” she said, her voice filled with desire. “Fuck me hard.”
Mr. Thompson didn’t need to be told twice. He stood up and approached his boss, his cock throbbing with need. He reached out and cupped her breasts, his thumbs stroking her nipples as she moaned with pleasure.
“Yes, James,” she moaned, her hips thrusting upward. “Touch me. Fuck me.”
Mr. Thompson leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as she moaned louder, her hips thrusting upward. He reached down and stroked her wet pussy, his fingers slick with her juices as he teased her clit.
“Fuck, James,” she moaned, her hips bucking wildly. “I’m so close. I need you inside me. Now.”
Mr. Thompson positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with need. He looked into her eyes, and she nodded, her eyes filled with desire.
He thrust forward, his cock sliding deep inside her, filling her completely. She moaned loudly, her hips thrusting upward as he began to fuck her, hard and deep.
Their bodies moved together, their moans and gasps filling the room as they reached for their release. Mr. Thompson’s cock throbbed inside her, and he could feel her pussy clenching around him, pulling him deeper and deeper.
“Yes, James,” she moaned, her hips bucking wildly. “Fuck me harder. I’m so close.”
Mr. Thompson fucked her harder, his hips thrusting wildly as he brought them both closer and closer to the edge. And then, with one final thrust, he came, his cock pulsing inside her as she moaned louder, her pussy clenching around him as she came too.
They collapsed onto the desk, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing heavy and ragged.
“That was amazing, James,” Ms. Everhart whispered, her eyes filled with desire. “I can’t wait to do it again.”
Mr. Thompson smiled, his heart still pounding in his chest.
“Neither can I, Samantha,” he said, his voice filled with longing. “Neither can I.”
