In the hustle and bustle of the corporate world, there was a woman whose beauty was the stuff of legend. Her name was Marianne, an executive assistant to the CEO of a major company. She was known for her striking features, her enchanting smile, and most notably, her ample assets.
Marianne was a statuesque woman in her early thirties. She had long, flowing chestnut hair, deep brown eyes that sparkled with mischief, and a pair of luscious lips that could make any man’s heart race. But what truly set her apart were her curvesāvoluptuous and generous, with a set of breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Her cleavage was so magnificent that it could easily distract any man from his work.
One day, a young intern named Jake started working at the company. He was a bright and ambitious recent graduate, eager to make a name for himself in the business world. But he was also a red-blooded male who could not help but notice the stunning woman who worked in the CEO’s office.
Jake’s fascination with Marianne was not just physical. He was drawn to her intelligence, her wit, and her grace under pressure. He often found himself lingering near her desk, feigning interest in some report or another, just so he could catch a glimpse of her.
Marianne, for her part, was aware of Jake’s infatuation. She found his youthful enthusiasm endearing and his good looks hard to resist. She decided to play along, flirting with him whenever they crossed paths. It was all in good fun, or so she thought.
One evening, after everyone else had gone home, Jake found himself alone with Marianne in the office. They were both working late on a project that required their undivided attention. As the hours ticked by, they found themselves growing more and more tired.
“Why don’t we take a break?” Marianne suggested, stretching her arms above her head. The movement caused her blouse to gape slightly, revealing a hint of cleavage. Jake felt his heart skip a beat.
“Sure,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Marianne got up from her desk and walked over to the window, looking out at the city lights. Jake couldn’t help but stare at her. She was wearing a skirt that hugged her curves in all the right places, and her legs seemed to go on for miles.
He approached her slowly, not wanting to spook her. When he was just a few inches away, he could see the fine hairs on her legs, glinting in the dim light. He felt a sudden urge to reach out and touch them, to feel their softness against his skin.
But before he could act on his impulse, Marianne turned around. She looked him in the eyes, her gaze so intense that it took his breath away.
“I know what you want, Jake,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
Jake’s heart pounded in his chest. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“I want you,” Marianne continued, taking a step closer to him. “I’ve wanted you since the day you walked into this office.”
She reached out and touched his cheek, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. Jake leaned into her touch, feeling a surge of desire coursing through his veins.
Marianne’s other hand went to his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart. She smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief.
“Let’s not waste any more time, shall we?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
With that, she pulled him closer and kissed him. It was a deep, passionate kiss, the kind that made Jake’s head spin. He responded eagerly, his hands going to her waist, pulling her closer.
As they kissed, Jake’s hands began to wander. He caressed her back, feeling the softness of her skin through her blouse. He slid his hands lower, cupping her buttocks, feeling their firmness.
Marianne moaned softly, her body pressing against his. She could feel his arousal, hard and insistent against her belly.
Without breaking their kiss, she reached down and undid his belt, then his pants. Jake gasped as she wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking it gently.
“You like that, don’t you?” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
Jake could only nod, unable to form words.
Marianne chuckled, then sank to her knees. She looked up at Jake, her eyes filled with desire.
“Let me take care of that for you,” she said, before taking him into her mouth.
Jake groaned as he felt her lips close around him, her tongue swirling around his cock. She sucked him eagerly, her head bobbing up and down.
As she sucked him, Jake’s hands went to her hair, tangling in the soft strands. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening.
But just as he was about to come, Marianne stopped. She looked up at him, her lips glistening.
“Not yet,” she said, smiling wickedly.
She stood up and pulled off her blouse, revealing a lacy bra that barely contained her breasts. Jake’s eyes widened as he took in their fullness, their roundness.
Marianne reached behind her and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts spilled out, their nipples hard and dark.
Jake couldn’t help but reach out and touch them, cupping them in his hands, feeling their weight. He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently.
Marianne moaned, her head falling back. She reached down and pulled off her skirt, standing before him in just her panties.
Jake’s eyes widened as he took in her pubic hair, thick and dark, framing her pussy. He could see the moisture glistening on her lips, and he felt his desire surge.
He reached down and slid his fingers under the waistband of her panties, pulling them down. Marianne stepped out of them, her body bared to him.
Jake couldn’t resist any longer. He picked her up and carried her to the desk, laying her down on it.
He spread her legs wide, exposing her pussy to him. He could see her clit, swollen and sensitive.
He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue delving into her folds. Marianne moaned, her hips rising to meet his mouth.
Jake licked and sucked her, his fingers sliding in and out of her. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, her orgasm building.
With a cry, Marianne came, her body shaking. Jake continued to lick her, drawing out her pleasure.
When she had finished, Jake stood up and positioned himself between her legs. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with desire.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
Marianne nodded, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
Jake entered her slowly, feeling her warmth envelop him. He began to move, his thrusts growing faster and harder.
Marianne wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. She could feel another orgasm building, her muscles clenching around him.
With a final thrust, Jake came, his seed filling her. Marianne moaned, her own orgasm crashing over her.
They lay there, panting and sweating, their bodies entwined. Jake looked down at Marianne, her face flushed with pleasure.
“That was amazing,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Marianne smiled, her eyes sparkling.
“Yes, it was,” she said. “Welcome to the club, Jake.”
