In the bustling office of a successful New York City law firm, there sat a woman who was the object of many a man’s fantasies. Her name was Elizabeth Johnson, but the men who worked under her simply called her Miss Johnson. She was a striking woman, with long, wavy auburn hair that cascaded down her shoulders, and piercing green eyes that could make any man’s heart skip a beat. But what really set Miss Johnson apart from the other women in the office were her ample assets. She had huge, round breasts that were the subject of many a whispered conversation in the break room. And to top it all off, she was a true nude in every sense of the word, shaving her pubic hair completely off, a fact that only added to her allure.
One of the men who worked for Miss Johnson was a young lawyer named Michael. He was a hard-working, ambitious man who had quickly risen through the ranks of the firm, but he couldn’t help but be distracted by his boss’s beauty. He would often find himself staring at her chest during meetings, and he would go home at night dreaming of running his hands over her smooth, bald pussy.
One day, as Miss Johnson was walking past Michael’s office, she noticed him staring at her. She smiled and walked in, closing the door behind her. “Michael,” she said, “I’ve noticed that you’ve been distracted lately. Is everything okay?”
Michael blushed, knowing that he had been caught. “I’m sorry, Miss Johnson,” he stammered. “It’s just that, well, you’re so beautiful. I can’t help but be distracted.”
Miss Johnson smiled again, this time with a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Well, Michael,” she said, “maybe I can help you with that.” She walked over to his desk and sat on the edge, crossing her legs. “Do you like what you see?” she asked, gesturing to her enormous breasts.
Michael nodded, unable to speak.
“Would you like to see more?” Miss Johnson asked, her voice low and sultry.
Michael nodded again, his heart racing.
Miss Johnson stood up and walked around the desk, standing in front of Michael. She slowly began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her perfect, round breasts, encased in a black lace bra. She reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, letting it fall to the floor.
Michael’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of Miss Johnson’s naked breasts. They were even more magnificent than he had imagined, with large, pink nipples that were already hard with desire.
Miss Johnson reached down and took Michael’s hand, placing it on her breast. “Feel me, Michael,” she whispered.
Michael groaned as he felt Miss Johnson’s soft flesh beneath his fingers. He began to knead and squeeze her breast, feeling the nipple harden even more under his touch.
Miss Johnson reached down and began to rub Michael’s cock through his pants. “You’re so hard, Michael,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “Let’s take care of that.”
She unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it gently. Michael moaned as he felt Miss Johnson’s hand on his cock, and he reached down to touch her bald pussy.
Miss Johnson spread her legs wide, giving Michael full access to her wet, shaved pussy. He began to rub her clit, causing her to moan with pleasure.
Miss Johnson then dropped to her knees and took Michael’s cock in her mouth, sucking and licking it like a pro. Michael groaned as he felt Miss Johnson’s mouth on his cock, and he reached down to grab her hair.
Miss Johnson then stood up and turned around, bending over the desk. “Fuck me, Michael,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him.
Michael didn’t need any further encouragement. He stepped forward and entered Miss Johnson’s pussy from behind, thrusting deep inside her.
Miss Johnson moaned as she felt Michael’s cock filling her up. She reached down and began to rub her clit as Michael fucked her, the sensation of his cock and her fingers combined sending her over the edge.
Michael felt Miss Johnson’s pussy clenching around his cock as she came, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust deep inside her one last time and came, filling her pussy with his hot cum.
They both stood there, panting and sweating, as they came down from their orgasms.
“That was amazing, Miss Johnson,” Michael said, as he pulled out of her.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Michael,” she said, turning to face him. “We’ll have to do it again sometime.”
And with that, Miss Johnson picked up her clothes and walked out of the office, leaving Michael to wonder how he was ever going to concentrate on work again.
