In the bustling office of a large corporation, there worked a woman named Samantha. She was a stunning beauty, with long, wavy auburn hair and piercing green eyes. But what truly set her apart were her ample assets – her huge, round breasts, which were the subject of many an admiring glance from her male colleagues.
Samantha was proud of her body and took great care of it. She worked out regularly and ate a healthy diet, and it showed. Her skin was smooth and flawless, her waist was trim, and her hips flared out temptingly from her narrow waist. And then there were her breasts – firm and full, with dark, erect nipples that begged to be touched.
But Samantha was not just a pretty face and a fantastic body. She was also intelligent and ambitious, and she had worked hard to get where she was. She was the top salesperson in the company, and she was well-respected by her colleagues and superiors alike.
One day, as Samantha was working late at the office, she heard a knock at the door. She looked up to see one of her colleagues, a man named Mark, standing in the doorway. Mark was a good-looking man, with short, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was also tall and muscular, with a broad chest and strong arms.
“Hey, Samantha,” Mark said, with a friendly smile. “I just wanted to drop by and see how you’re doing. You’re always here so late, working so hard.”
Samantha smiled back. “Hi, Mark. I’m doing well, thanks. Just trying to get ahead, you know?”
Mark nodded. “I know. You’re an inspiration, Samantha. I don’t know how you do it.”
Samantha laughed. “Hard work and dedication, that’s how. Plus, I love what I do.”
Mark stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “Well, I just wanted to say that you’re doing a great job. And if there’s ever anything I can do to help, just let me know.”
Samantha felt a flutter in her chest. She had always found Mark attractive, but she had never acted on it. She didn’t want to jeopardize her career or their friendship.
But now, as Mark stood there, looking at her with those piercing blue eyes, she felt her resolve weakening. She couldn’t help but notice the way his gaze lingered on her breasts, and the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.
Samantha stood up, walking around her desk. She stood in front of Mark, looking up at him. “Well, there is something you could do for me,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
Mark raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? What’s that?”
Samantha reached up, running her fingers through his short, dark hair. “You could help me relieve some stress,” she said, her eyes locked on his.
Mark’s eyes widened, and he swallowed hard again. “Samantha, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said, his voice shaking slightly.
Samantha smiled, running her fingers down his chest. “Why not? We’re both adults. We can do whatever we want.”
Mark hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “You’re right. We can.”
Samantha’s heart skipped a beat as Mark’s arms encircled her waist, pulling her close. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she moaned softly as he kissed her.
His lips were firm and demanding, and she opened her mouth, letting his tongue explore her. She could feel her nipples hardening, and she moaned again as he ran his hands up her back, cupping her breasts.
Mark broke the kiss, looking down at her. “You’re so beautiful, Samantha,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire.
Samantha smiled, running her hands down his chest. “So are you, Mark,” she said, her fingers deftly undoing his belt buckle.
Mark’s hardness sprang free, and Samantha gasped as she took it in her hand. It was long and thick, and she could feel the heat radiating from it. She stroked it gently, watching as Mark’s eyes closed with pleasure.
Mark’s hands were busy, too, undoing the buttons of Samantha’s blouse. He pushed it aside, revealing her lacy black bra. He reached behind her, unhooking it and letting it fall to the floor.
Samantha’s breasts were huge and round, with dark, erect nipples. Mark cupped them in his hands, kneading them gently. Samantha moaned, her head falling back as he ran his thumbs over her nipples.
Mark’s mouth replaced his hands, and Samantha cried out as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, then bit down gently, making her gasp.
Samantha’s hand was still wrapped around Mark’s hardness, and she stroked it faster, her fingers slick with pre-cum. Mark groaned, his hips thrusting forward as he fucked her hand.
Samantha knew she couldn’t wait any longer. She needed him inside her, filling her up. She pushed him back onto the couch, climbing on top of him.
Mark’s hardness pressed against her wetness, and she moaned as she sank down on it. It filled her up, stretching her wide, and she started to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm.
Mark’s hands were on her hips, guiding her, and she leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest. He reached up, cupping them, and she moaned as he pinched her nipples.
Samantha could feel the tension building inside her, and she rode him harder, her hips moving faster. Mark’s hips thrust up to meet hers, and she could feel his hardness swelling inside her.
She could feel her orgasm building, and she cried out as it hit her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. Mark’s hips thrust harder, and he groaned, his own orgasm following hers.
Samantha collapsed on top of him, her breathing ragged. Mark’s arms encircled her, holding her close, and she could feel his heart pounding against hers.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, then Samantha sat up, smiling at him. “That was amazing, Mark,” she said, her voice soft.
Mark smiled back, his arms still around her. “It was, Samantha. You’re amazing.”
Samantha leaned down, kissing him softly. “I’m glad you think so,” she said, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest.
They sat there for a while, talking and laughing, before Mark finally stood up, buttoning his pants. “I should go,” he said, with a regretful sigh.
Samantha nodded, standing up, too. “I know. But maybe we can do this again sometime?”
Mark smiled, pulling her into a tight hug. “I’d like that, Samantha. I’d like that a lot.”
They kissed one last time, then Mark left, leaving Samantha alone in her office. She smiled, looking down at her naked breasts. It had been a good night, she thought, and she couldn’t wait for the next time.
