In the bustling city of New York, there was a tall office building with floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a breathtaking view of the city. The office of the CEO, Mr. Smith, was located on the top floor, and it was there that the story unfolded.
One sunny afternoon, Mr. Smith was sitting at his desk, working on some important documents when he heard a knock on the door. It was his new secretary, a stunningly beautiful woman named Samantha. She was in her late twenties, had long brown hair, and was dressed in a smart business suit that did little to hide her ample curves.
“Come in, Samantha,” Mr. Smith said, looking up from his papers.
Samantha entered the room, and as she walked towards his desk, Mr. Smith couldn’t help but notice the way her hips swayed, and the outline of her huge breasts that threatened to spill out of her blouse.
“You wanted to see me, Mr. Smith?” Samantha asked, her voice soft and sultry.
“Yes, I did,” Mr. Smith replied, trying to maintain his composure. “I wanted to discuss some important matters with you.”
Samantha sat down in the chair opposite Mr. Smith, crossing her legs and leaning forward, giving him an unobstructed view of her cleavage. He felt his cock stirring in his pants, and he quickly shifted in his seat, trying to hide his growing arousal.
As they discussed the matters at hand, Mr. Smith couldn’t help but feel drawn to Samantha. He found himself staring at her lips, imagining what they would feel like wrapped around his cock. He noticed the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, and he couldn’t help but wonder what her nipples looked like underneath her blouse.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He leaned forward, his eyes locked onto Samantha’s.
“Samantha,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I want you.”
Samantha’s eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she stood up and walked around the desk, stopping in front of Mr. Smith. She reached out, placing her hand on his chest, and leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear.
“I want you too, Mr. Smith,” she whispered.
With that, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her huge breasts, encased in a lacy black bra. Mr. Smith let out a low moan as he reached out, cupping her breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples.
Samantha let out a soft sigh as she leaned into his touch, her hands reaching down to unbutton his pants. She pulled out his cock, stroking it gently as Mr. Smith reached down, sliding his fingers into her panties. He felt her wetness, and he let out a low growl as he slid a finger inside her, feeling her muscles clenching around him.
Samantha let out a soft moan as she started to ride his finger, her hips moving in rhythm with his strokes. Mr. Smith could feel his orgasm building, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
With a final thrust, he came, his cum spilling over Samantha’s fingers as she milked his cock, her own orgasm washing over her.
They stood there for a moment, catching their breath, before Samantha pulled away, buttoning up her blouse.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Smith,” she said, her voice soft and sultry.
“Yes, you will,” he replied, adjusting his pants.
As she left the room, Mr. Smith couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He knew that their encounter was just the beginning, and he couldn’t wait to see what the future held.
