In the corner office of a bustling advertising agency, sat the esteemed Creative Director, Henry, a man of distinguished taste and refined desires. His eyes were drawn to the curvaceous figure of his latest muse, Barbara, a temptress in a push-up bra, flaunting her ample assets. Her attire, a skimpy office-friendly bikini, served as a daring reminder of the forbidden allure of the workplace.
Barbara, a confident and cunning woman, had long set her sights on Henry. She was well aware of his desires, and she intended to sate them both. With a playful smile, she crossed the room, her hips swaying seductively. Her voice was a sultry whisper as she inquired, “Henry, darling, could you assist me with this stubborn zipper?”
Henry, his heart pounding, rose to the occasion. As his fingers brushed against her bare skin, a shiver of anticipation ran down his spine. He found himself entranced by the sight of her cleavage, barely contained by the lacy confines of her bra. Her nipples hardened under his gaze, and he could not resist the urge to lean in, pressing his lips against the soft mounds.
Barbara sighed in delight, her hands weaving through his hair as she pulled him closer. Their tongues entwined in a passionate dance, heightening their arousal. He teased her nipples with his teeth, causing her to gasp and moan.
With an impish grin, Barbara pushed him back onto his leather office chair. She straddled him, her bikini bottoms leaving little to the imagination. Her hands roamed his chest, unbuttoning his shirt and exposing his muscular form. Their lips never parted as she ground her hips against his growing erection, eliciting a groan from deep within his chest.
Henry’s hands wandered down her body, caressing her curves through the damp fabric of her bikini. Slipping his fingers beneath the material, he found her slick and ready for him. He teased her clit, causing her to buck and moan against him.
With a wicked gleam in her eyes, Barbara broke their kiss, sinking to her knees between his legs. She tugged at his trousers, freeing his throbbing cock. Her tongue darted out, tracing the length of his shaft before enveloping him in her warm, wet mouth. Her head bobbed in time with his moans, her fingers working his balls in rhythm.
Henry’s hands fisted in her hair as he thrust his hips, driving himself deeper into her mouth. Her moans vibrated around his cock, pushing him closer to the edge. He knew he couldn’t hold back much longer.
Barbara, sensing his impending release, released him from her mouth with a pop. She stood, her body glistening with sweat. She turned, bending over his desk, her perfect ass on display. “Take me, Henry,” she commanded, her voice husky with desire.
Henry didn’t need a second invitation. He stood, his cock throbbing with need. He approached her, running his hands over her curves, savoring the feel of her soft skin. He nibbled her earlobe as he positioned himself behind her, his cock poised at her entrance.
With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. She gasped, her pussy clenching around him. He gripped her hips, setting a punishing pace, driving into her again and again.
Barbara met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together in a symphony of pleasure. She reached between her legs, rubbing her clit as he fucked her. Her orgasm built, her moans growing louder with every thrust.
Henry felt his own release barreling down on him, the tension coiling in his balls. With a final, deep thrust, he came, filling her with his warmth. Barbara followed, her pussy milking him dry as she screamed her pleasure.
As their breathing slowed, Henry withdrew from her, helping her to her feet. They dressed in silence, their eyes locked, a promise of more forbidden delights to come.
