It was a typical Wednesday afternoon at the office. The hum of fluorescent lights and clatter of keyboards filled the air. But in the dimly-lit supply closet, something far more enticing was about to unfold.
Behind the door, stood Marianne, a woman in her late thirties. She was the office manager, known for her sharp wit and even sharper stilettos. But what really set her apart were her ample assets – the kind that demanded attention. Her generous cleavage was framed by a plunging neckline, while a carefully-trimmed patch of pubic hair peeked above her black lace thong.
Just as Marianne was about to reach for the box of paperclips, she heard a soft click followed by the creak of the door. She turned around to find Jake, the new intern, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
“I… I needed some supplies,” he stammered, his gaze fixated on Marianne’s chest.
Marianne smiled slyly, stepping closer to Jake. She ran a finger down his arm, feeling his muscles tense under her touch. “Well, you’ve certainly come to the right place,” she purred, closing the distance between them.
Jake gulped, his eyes wide as Marianne pressed herself against him. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing as they explored each other’s mouths. Marianne’s hands roamed over Jake’s chest, feeling his heart race beneath his shirt.
Breaking the kiss, Marianne began to undo Jake’s belt, her fingers quick and sure. She slipped her hand into his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his hard cock. Jake moaned, thrusting into her hand.
Marianne dropped to her knees, pulling Jake’s boxers down with her. She took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip. Jake groaned, tangling his fingers in Marianne’s hair as she took him deeper.
After a few moments, Marianne stood up, leading Jake to the small pile of boxes in the corner. She pushed him against the wall, hiking up her skirt to reveal her soaking wet thong.
Jake wasted no time, hooking his thumbs under the thin fabric and tugging it down. Marianne stepped out of it, kicking it aside as Jake knelt before her.
He wasted no time, burying his face between her legs. His tongue darted out, tasting her sweetness. Marianne moaned, her head falling back as Jake explored her folds.
Soon, Marianne couldn’t take it any longer. She pulled Jake to his feet, guiding him inside her. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat.
Marianne’s moans filled the small space, drowning out the sounds of the office outside. Jake thrust deeper, his balls slapping against her ass.
Suddenly, Marianne reached down, her fingers finding Jake’s balls. She massaged them gently, feeling them tighten under her touch.
With a final thrust, Jake came hard, filling Marianne with his warmth. She milked him for every drop, her own orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
Panting, Jake pulled out, collapsing against the wall. Marianne straightened her skirt, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
“Welcome to the team, Jake,” she said, opening the door to reveal the bustling office beyond. “I think you’re going to fit in just fine.”
