In the dimly lit office, the massive oak desk loomed ominously, cluttered with papers and files. The room reeked of expensive cologne and a faint hint of tobacco. The only source of light was the green-shaded banker’s lamp casting an eerie glow over the space.
Susan, a woman of Amazonian stature, sat in the plush leather chair, her long legs crossed, showcasing her toned thighs. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face and drawing attention to her large, firm breasts. The nipples, already erect, strained against the silky fabric of her blouse. Her skirt had ridden up, revealing her lack of underwear and the neatly trimmed patch of fiery red hair adorning her mound.
Across the room, a man stood, his back pressed against the door, as if trying to keep himself from succumbing to temptation. He was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. His suit and tie were impeccably tailored, but his eyes betrayed his true thoughts.
“Susan,” he said, his voice husky with desire, “we shouldn’t.”
Susan’s emerald eyes sparkled with mischief as she slowly rose from the chair, her body moving with a fluid grace that belied her size. She walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively, her breasts bouncing gently with each step.
“Why not?” she asked, her voice low and sultry. “We’re both adults, and we both want this.”
She stopped in front of him, their bodies almost touching. She could feel his breath hot against her skin, his heart pounding in his chest. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, and pulled him down for a kiss.
Their lips met, and the world seemed to stop. His tongue darted out, tracing the outline of her lips, before plunging deep into her mouth. She responded eagerly, her own tongue dueling with his, her hands roaming over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath the fabric.
He groaned, his hands finding her breasts, his thumbs brushing against the hard nipples. She gasped, her head falling back, exposing her neck. He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, causing her to moan with pleasure.
His hands moved lower, caressing her hips, before sliding under her skirt. She was already wet, her juices coating her thighs. He groaned at the discovery, his fingers tracing the outline of her pussy, before plunging deep inside.
She cried out, her back arching, her hips bucking against his hand. He started to move his fingers, fucking her with them, his thumb rubbing circles over her clit. She was moaning, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He couldn’t take it any longer. He pulled his fingers out, his hand glistening with her juices, and undid his belt. His cock sprang free, hard and ready. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, her thumb rubbing over the head, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had formed.
He groaned, his head falling back, as she started to stroke him. He was big, much bigger than any man she had ever been with, but she was ready. She wanted him, all of him.
She pushed him down onto the chair, straddling him, her pussy hovering just above his cock. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with desire, before slowly lowering herself onto him.
He groaned as he filled her, his cock stretching her, filling her completely. She started to move, her hips rocking back and forth, her pussy gripping him tightly. He reached up, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples.
She leaned down, her hair falling around them like a curtain, her lips finding his. They kissed, their tongues dancing as their bodies moved together. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He could feel it too, her pussy gripping him tighter, her movements becoming more erratic. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing circles over it, pushing her over the edge.
She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He groaned, his own orgasm following close behind, his cock twitching as he filled her with his seed.
They sat there, their bodies still connected, their breathing slowly returning to normal. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with satisfaction, before slowly pulling herself off him.
He watched as she stood, his cum trickling down her thighs, and picked up her skirt, smoothing it back into place. She looked at him, a small smile playing on her lips, before turning and walking away.
He sat there, his cock still hard, his mind still reeling from what had just happened. He knew he should feel guilty, but he didn’t. All he felt was a deep, satisfying sense of satisfaction.
He watched as she reached the door, her hand resting on the knob, before looking back at him. She smiled, a wicked, seductive smile, before disappearing into the darkness.
And he knew, he would never forget this moment of indiscretion.
