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I stand nervously in the boardroom, my pencil skirt hugging my curves and my silk blouse clinging to my body. My boss, Mr. Johnson, sits at the head of the table, his piercing blue eyes locking on to mine. I can feel the tension between us, the forbidden desire that we both try to ignore.
Mr. Johnson is a powerful man, with a commanding presence that leaves me feeling weak at the knees. He is all the time professional, respectful, and hardworking. But there is something else there, something hidden behind his confident exterior.
It all started a few weeks ago when I was working late in the office. Mr. Johnson asked me to stay behind to help him prepare for an essential meeting. We worked together for hours, pouring over documents and discussing strategies. But as the night dragged on, I began to notice the way he looked at me – with hunger in his eyes, a desire that could not be denied.
I tried to ignore it, to focus on the work at hand, but the tension was too strong. Eventually, we found ourselves standing face to face, his lips hovering over mine. I could feel his heat, his power, his need to possess me. And I wanted him just as badly.
As we kissed passionately, I felt his hand slide down my waist and over my ass, pressing against my pussy. The warmth of his hand sent shivers down my spine, and I moaned loudly as I kissed him harder.
But just as things were heating up, we were interrupted by a colleague who had forgotten something in the office. We quickly broke aside, our hearts racing and our faces flushed with passion. We agreed to keep our relationship secret, to continue working together as if nothing had happened.
And yet, the tension between us continues to grow, building to a point where it is almost unbearable. Every time we are alone in the boardroom, I can feel his desire, his need to take me, to explore the limits of anal pleasure with me.
I try to push the thoughts from my head, to focus on my work, but it is difficult. Mr. Johnson is all the time so close, so alluring, so tempting. I can feel his eyes on me, his hunger building with each passing moment.
Finally, on a late evening in the boardroom, Mr. Johnson can no longer withstand. He pushes me against the table, his fingers sliding up my skirt to fondle my ass. I gasp as his hands explore my curves, his mouth trailing kisses down my neck.
He whispers to me, his breath hot against my skin, “I need you. I need to feel you, to explore the limits of pleasure with you. Will you let me?”
Without a word, I nod, my heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. Mr. Johnson pulls down my panties, exposing my ass to his gaze. He groans as he sees me, his fingers tracing the curves of my hips and thighs.
He leans in, pressing his lips to my ass, kissing me softly all over. He licks, nibbles, and bites at me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. I moan loudly, arching my back and pushing my ass even closer to him.
And then, without warning, he enters me, pressing his cock past my tight ring of muscle. I cry out in pain and surprise, but he does not stop. He continues to thrust into me, inch by inch, until he is completely inside me.
I can feel his heat, his size, his power. He takes me hard and fast, working my ass with his cock as he grinds his hips against mine. I pant for breath, moaning and crying out as I feel him deep inside me.
Mr. Johnson continues to pound me, his fingers digging into my hips as he takes what he wants from my body. He works my ass like an artist, pushing me to the edge of orgasm and back again, until I’m screaming in pleasure and pain.
Finally, he explodes inside me, his hot cum filling my ass as he groans and shudders with pleasure. I collapse against him, my body shaking with post-orgasmic euphoria.
We sit there together, sweaty and spent, both of us knowing that what we’ve done is forbidden. But we also know that the passion and desire we distribute is too strong to withstand. We will continue to explore the limits of anal pleasure, in the boardroom and beyond, until our hunger is sated.
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