In the bustling office of a large corporation, a woman named Samantha worked. She was a striking figure, with her long, wavy auburn hair and piercing green eyes. But what really caught people’s attention was her ample assets – her huge, round breasts, and the neatly trimmed patch of dark hair above her pussy.
Samantha was well aware of the effect she had on her colleagues. She dressed provocatively, often wearing low-cut blouses that showed off her cleavage, and short skirts that hinted at what lay beneath. She loved the power it gave her, the way men’s eyes followed her as she walked down the hallway.
One day, as she was working late at her desk, she heard a soft knock at the door. She looked up to see a tall, handsome man standing in the doorway. His name was James, and he was the new CEO of the company.
“Samantha,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you. May I come in?”
Samantha nodded, her heart racing. She couldn’t deny the attraction she felt towards James. He was older, distinguished, and incredibly sexy.
James closed the door behind him and walked over to Samantha’s desk. He looked down at her, his eyes taking in every inch of her exposed skin.
“You’re a very beautiful woman, Samantha,” he said, his voice low.
Samantha felt a surge of desire coursing through her veins. She stood up, her breasts pressing against the thin fabric of her blouse.
“Thank you, James,” she said, her voice husky.
James took a step closer to Samantha, his body mere inches from hers. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, and she knew that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. Samantha closed her eyes, her breath hitching in her throat.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” James said, his voice a mere whisper.
Samantha opened her eyes and looked up at James. She could see the desire burning in his gaze, and she knew that she couldn’t resist him any longer.
She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss. James responded eagerly, his tongue exploring her mouth.
Samantha could feel the bulge in James’s pants, and she knew that he was just as turned on as she was. She reached down and started to unbutton his shirt, her fingers trembling with excitement.
James helped her, and soon they were both standing there, naked from the waist up. Samantha reached out and ran her hands over James’s muscular chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips.
James reached down and started to undo Samantha’s skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, now standing before him in just her lacy black thong.
James let out a low growl as he took in the sight of Samantha’s naked body. He reached out and ran his hand over her hip, his fingers tracing the line of her thong.
Samantha gasped as James’s fingers found her clit, rubbing it gently through the fabric of her thong. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, her pussy aching for him to fill her.
James must have sensed her need, because he quickly slipped her thong off, leaving her completely naked. He knelt down in front of her, his face just inches from her pussy.
Samantha let out a moan as James started to lick her, his tongue exploring every inch of her wet folds. She reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
James started to suck on her clit, his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. Samantha could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm, her legs shaking with pleasure.
With a final, deep thrust of his fingers, Samantha came, her orgasm ripping through her body. She let out a loud moan, her pussy clenching around James’s fingers.
James stood up and pulled Samantha into his arms, kissing her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips, and it only made her want him more.
James picked Samantha up and carried her over to her desk, laying her down on top of it. He spread her legs wide, exposing her wet, swollen pussy.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, quickly rolling it onto his hard cock. Samantha watched him, her heart racing with anticipation.
James positioned himself at her entrance, his cock pressing against her wet folds. He looked down at Samantha, his eyes filled with desire.
“Are you ready for me, Samantha?” he asked, his voice husky.
Samantha nodded, her breath hitching in her throat. “Yes, James. I’m ready.”
James thrust into her, filling her completely. Samantha let out a loud moan as he started to fuck her, hard and fast.
Their bodies slapped together, the sound echoing through the room. Samantha reached up and grabbed onto the edge of the desk, her knuckles white with the effort.
James reached down and started to play with Samantha’s breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples. She could feel another orgasm building inside of her, and she knew that it was going to be even bigger than the first.
With a final, deep thrust, James came, filling the condom with his hot, sticky cum. Samantha followed shortly after, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came, hard.
James collapsed on top of Samantha, his body slick with sweat. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
They lay there for a few moments, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Samantha knew that what they had just done was wrong, but she couldn’t bring herself to regret it.
James pulled out of her, and they both got dressed in silence. Samantha walked him to the door, her heart heavy with the knowledge that this was probably the last time they would ever be together like this.
James turned to her, his eyes filled with regret. “I’m sorry, Samantha,” he said, his voice soft.
Samantha nodded, her own eyes filling with tears. “I know,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
James left, and Samantha closed the door behind him. She leaned against it, her legs shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
She knew that what had just happened was a moment of indiscretion, something that they both would probably regret in the morning. But for now, all she could think about was the pleasure that James had given her, and the way his touch had made her feel.
She knew that she would never forget this moment, this moment of passion and desire. And even though she knew it was wrong, she couldn’t bring herself to regret it.
