I've called you into my office to discuss an important matter. As my most trusted designer, you are an incredibly important asset to this architectural firm. You gather up the blueprints you've been working on and head in, believing this is what I want to discuss. But there is another thing on my mind.
When you walk in, you see me as I look up at you from behind my desk. You love how my eyes seem to drink in every part of your shapely body, your large breasts, as they stretch the tight white button-down blouse, your full hips hugging the form-fitting pencil skirt that ends just above your knees... while high heels put you almost on your tippy toes, accenting the firm ass covered with the black material of the skirt. You try not to stare, but you're taken by my soft brown eyes and silver head of hair... a silver fox, as you ladies call me when you don't think I'm listening (but I know, yes, I know). You can feel your nipples stiffening under your bra, which strains to support your bussom, and a slight moistening of your pussy, covered in just the thin white thong made of lace - just like your matching bra. You smile and step forward to me, behind my desk.
I take the blueprints from your hands, place them on the window shelf behind me, and tell you that's not what I want to discuss today. I tell you I know you've been watching me, and I know about the little fantasy about me you told another woman in the office: How you wanted me to take you right here at the firm. You smile weakly and bite your lip, and nod that you've had that fantasy, but it's just a fantasy and you didn't mean any harm. I take you by your trembling hand and tell you I'm all about making dreams come true.
You smile back, your heart racing, as you have desired this for so long. As I pull you toward me, you try not to look into my eyes, but even more naughtily, your gaze is drawn to the crotch of my pants, where my hard-on has become apparent, tenting the dress slacks I wear with my suit and tie. You look up into my eyes, as your nipples betray your desire for me, making their own little tents against the fabric of the bra and blouse. You start to feel a little weak in the knees, as you try to balance on your high heels with a beating heart and a flush of blood running to both your head and your nether region. I reach out to steady you, grabbing you about mid-thigh and then working my way up to push your skirt up to your hips. You gasp slightly as you feel the material push higher and higher, first exposing the tops of your stockings and then the garter they're clipped to. You close your eyes and moan a little as my hands work up your stocking covered thighs and to the bare area at the tops... and finally to the thin strip of material that covers your pussy. My hands move to your bare ass and pull you forward, you spreading your legs instinctively as I place you onto my lap, legs open straddled across mine and starting to lower you onto me. You can feel just how hard and thick I am as my cock pushes even harder against the slacks and against the thin material of your white thong. I place my hands on your back and pull you towards me for a tender, long-awaited kiss. Before you can draw me into your mouth, I work my way down your neck, your head tossed back and you feeling your lust for me growing deeper. Your body tingles as I kiss my way across your neck, nibbling at the smooth skin and then your ear lobes. I breathe heavily into your ear and whisper, "Undo one button."
Hands still slightly trembling, you grab the top button of your blouse, more of the top of your chest starting to be exposed. Your nipples fully erect, you look into my eyes and bite your lip, silently inviting me to touch your breasts. I can feel your wetness through your panties, as you squirm against my hard member, wanting to feel more. I move one hand from your back and let my fingers lightly touch your cloth-covered tits, making small circles around your areolas, seeing your desire grow even more... evidenced by your shortening breath, your hardening nipples and the wetness that is oozing out of your own crotch, making that white thong nearly transparent. Your hands start to run through my silver hair, admiring the short shorn sides and thick locks still on top my head. I draw in my breathe as my lips lightly touch the top of your chest and neck and make my way to your other ear and say, "Undo one button."
Your hands move quickly down to your blouse again, still slightly fumbling with the next button on the blouse. But you do manage to get it undone, and more of your ample chest is exposed, and I can just see the top of your white bra as it cups your massive tits. You're getting hornier and wetter, and you start to rock in my lap slightly, your throbbing clit just making contact with my raging hard-on, still hidden beneath the layers of my own clothes. I move my hands down to your ass and draw your deeper into my lap, letting you feel the entire length of my erection as it starts to line up with your wet slit. Once again, my lips start their journey across your chest, a little lower on each pass, and I make my way up to your ear again, and whisper, "Undo one button."
You move your own hands down your breasts and pause slightly at your nipples, where you finger them through your blouse, making them harder and turning yourself on more. My eyes are fixed on yours as you unbutton another button, letting your shirt fall open, exposing your cleavage to me. I marvel at the size of your tits and silently run one finger between them, moving back and forth in an S shape so I just touch the sides of them. I lower my mouth to the path just traced and kiss my way up, pausing to nibble on the side of each breast and continuing until I'm at your neck again and make the now-familiar journey up to your ear. Your wet pussy is pulsing against my cock, as my manhood strains against the slacks and pushes up and down your slit, and you moan slightly as I say the words once again, "Undo one button."
You untuck your shirt from the black skirt and unbutton the last button on your blouse. You nearly tremble as you feel the shirt fall away and realize you are riding your boss' cock in an unlocked office, nearly naked at this point. Anyone could walk in. If they did, what would they do? Would Jennifer, your friend want to join in; it's her fantasy, too. What if it was the intern Todd? You have often thought of having him, so young and buff, while your older, silver fox boss also pleasured you. You feel your excitement grow at the prospect of anyone coming in. But you try to take your mind off that and focus on the task at hand. I massage your massive breasts as the blouse has fallen away completely and move to unfasten the clasp in front. With just a slight manipulation, the bra pops open and your breasts come on full display. Your pale areolas just slightly darker than your alabaster skin; your nipples like elongated eraser heads, pointing to me, drawing my mouth to them.
I suck each tit into my mouth, first the left and then the right, flicking your nipples and swirling around them and sucking as you begin to gasp and moan a little louder. I can feel your wetness through my pants as you begin to ride me harder, wishing my pants away in your mind. You squeal a little as you feel my hand move down into your panties, reaching the top of your wet slit where your clitoris resides. i begin to rub little circles around it, and you respond with a series of gasps and squeals and moans... the whole time my mouth latched upon your boob.
"Fuck! Yes! Right! There!" you gasp in small breathes. "So. Fucking. HOT!!!"
I pick up the pace of fingering your clit and move ocassionally into your wet awaiting hole, letting my digits probe you and then rub you once again.
