In the sprawling office complex of Infinity Inc., where the hum of computers and hushed telephone conversations formed the daily symphony, one woman reigned supreme. Marianne, the 35-year-old executive with auburn hair and a smile that could charm the devil, was known for her incredible work ethic and commanding presence. However, beneath her professional veneer lay a closely guarded secret.
Marianne’s office, situated in the corner of the top floor, was her sanctuary. It was spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering breathtaking views of the city. The sun streamed in during the day, casting a warm glow on the polished mahogany desk and the plush leather chair she occupied. But what truly caught the eye was the audacious display of her femininity: her ample cleavage, accentuated by a low-cut blouse, and a well-groomed bush of fiery red hair that peeked from the edge of her skirt.
One late afternoon, after all her colleagues had left for the day, Marianne decided to indulge in an illicit pleasure she reserved for special occasions. She stood up from her chair and, with a sly grin, locked the door behind her. With practiced ease, she shed her clothes, revealing her luscious figure. Her fingers trailed along her curves as she approached the full-length mirror on the wall.
Staring at her reflection, she marveled at the woman she had become. Her 38DD breasts were a testament to her femininity, their nipples already hard with anticipation. She cupped them gently, feeling her warmth and softness. Her fingers then ventured downwards, tracing the curve of her belly and the neatly trimmed patch of red hair that adorned her mound.
She closed her eyes, imagining the sensation of a man’s hands on her body. She let out a soft sigh as she remembered the feeling of strong fingers caressing her, exploring her. Her own fingers found her clit, already swollen and eager for attention. She began to circle it gently, feeling the familiar wave of pleasure building inside her.
Suddenly, the sound of the door handle turning made her heart skip a beat. She quickly turned around, her body still exposed and vulnerable. She was met with the sight of Jack, a young intern from the mailroom, sheepishly standing in the doorway.
“I-I’m sorry, Marianne,” he stuttered, his eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. “I didn’t know you were still here.”
Marianne, however, did not share his sentiment. She saw an opportunity, a chance to indulge in her fantasies. She smiled coyly and beckoned him inside, her eyes glinting with mischief.
“It’s alright, Jack,” she said, her voice sultry and inviting. “I was just about to call it a day. But since you’re here, why don’t you help me… unwind?”
Jack hesitated, unsure of what to do. But the sight of Marianne, standing there naked and unafraid, was too enticing to resist. He nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously.
Marianne closed the distance between them, her eyes locked on his. She reached up and gently caressed his cheek, feeling the stubble that shadowed his jawline. She then leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a feather-light kiss.
Emboldened by her touch, Jack responded, deepening the kiss. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, a testament to his desire.
She broke the kiss and looked him in the eyes. “Take off your clothes,” she commanded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jack obeyed, shedding his clothes in a hurry. His body was lean and toned, his cock standing at attention. Marianne couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at the sight of him.
She led him to her desk, pushing the papers and files aside to make room for them. She sat down on the edge, her legs spread wide. Jack stood between them, his eyes never leaving her.
She reached out and took him in her hand, feeling his warmth and hardness. She began to stroke him, her grip firm and steady. Jack let out a soft moan, his head falling back in pleasure.
She then guided him closer, his cock hovering just above her entrance. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. “Fuck me, Jack,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jack didn’t need any further encouragement. He thrust into her, filling her completely. She let out a soft moan, her head falling back in pleasure.
He began to move, his thrusts steady and rhythmic. She met him each time, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other filled the room, accompanied by their moans and sighs.
She reached down and began to rub her clit, her orgasm building inside her. Jack’s thrusts became erratic, his own release imminent.
With a final thrust, he filled her, his warmth spilling into her. She followed shortly after, her orgasm crashing over her in waves.
They stood there, panting and sweaty, their bodies still intertwined. The room was filled with the scent of sex and the sound of their heavy breathing.
Marianne looked up at Jack, a satisfied smile on her face. “Welcome to Infinity Inc., Jack,” she said, her voice filled with amusement. “I hope you’re ready for a wild ride.”
