In the hallowed halls of the financial district, where the titans of industry battled for power and wealth, there was one woman who commanded attention and respect. Her name was Marianne, and she was the secretary to the most powerful man in the city. She was a woman of exceptional beauty, with a voluptuous figure that was the subject of many whispered rumors and salacious fantasies. Her most striking feature, however, were her ample bosoms, which were so large and firm that they seemed to defy gravity.
One day, as Marianne was working late in the office, she decided to indulge in a little rebellion. She stood up from her desk, walked over to the large, plush chair that sat in the corner of the room, and slowly began to undress. She slipped off her high heels, then unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra. She unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground, and then she removed her bra, freeing her massive breasts. They hung heavy and full, with large, dark nipples that were already hard with desire.
Marianne looked around the room, making sure that she was alone. She knew that if anyone were to walk in on her, she would be ruined. But the thrill of the danger only served to heighten her arousal. She reached down between her legs and felt the wetness that had already begun to seep through her panties. She was so wet, so ready, that she could hardly stand it.
She slipped off her panties, revealing her pubic hair, which was thick and dark, just like the hair on her head. She sat down in the chair, spreading her legs wide, and began to touch herself. She ran her fingers over her clit, feeling it swell and harden under her touch. She moaned softly, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
As she continued to touch herself, she closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like to have a man there with her. She imagined his strong, rough hands on her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as she writhed and moaned beneath him. She imagined his cock, hard and thick, sliding in and out of her wet, eager pussy. She could almost feel it, the sensation of him inside of her, filling her up and making her whole.
She was so lost in her fantasy that she didn’t hear the door open, didn’t realize that she was no longer alone. It wasn’t until she felt a hand on her breast, a mouth on her nipple, that she opened her eyes and looked up. It was him, her boss, the most powerful man in the city. And he was staring down at her, his eyes filled with lust and desire.
“I’ve been watching you,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’ve been wanting you for so long.”
Marianne didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it too. She reached down between her legs and guided his cock inside of her. He was big, much bigger than she had imagined, and she gasped as he filled her up.
He began to thrust, hard and fast, and Marianne met him stroke for stroke. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside of her. She could feel herself getting close, could feel the orgasm building up inside of her.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, yes.”
And then she was there, her body shaking and trembling as the orgasm washed over her. She could feel him inside of her, could feel him pulsing and throbbing as he reached his own climax.
They lay there, spent and satisfied, for what seemed like hours. And when they finally pulled apart, they knew that they had something special, something that no one else could ever understand.
They had each other, and that was all that mattered.
The end.
