Unbuttoned Secrets With The Intern

There's a new intern at my fiancee's office. She's 22 with short straight dark hair and enormous tits. She's looking to be a little bad, and I think she wants me, even though I'm 15 years older than her.

The glass walls of Luke's office gave me a clear view of him helping the new intern with some paperwork. Her hands moved over his, tracing the lines on his palm, and her eyes were bright and mischievous. She wore a tight white blouse and her enormous tits spilt over invitingly, her nipples begging to be touched as she leaned over his desk. From what I could see, her skirt was tight and short, ending high on her thighs, almost exposing everything. The desk was pressed against the glass - tucked in the very corner of the office. Outside, a large air conditioning unit hummed loudly, blocking any aural hint of what was going on in the office. She's 22 and young enough to be my daughter, but she's all woman. Her black hair shines perfectly under the harsh fluorescent lighting, and her eyes sparkle with a playfulness that makes me feel young. Her breath quickens and her body presses against his as they discussed this or that in the office. If my husband of 12 years hasn't noticed the way I look at her, then it's only a matter of time. "You've got a nice aroma," she whispers. Her voice is barely audible from where I'm standing. I can see her fingers run up his arm. She's leaning over the table, her blouse now effectively a full-on see through as it gaps open. Her skirt is ruched up, and she's leaning over the desk so far he can see directly up her skirt. From the angle I'm watching, too. His eyes have stilled. She's looking straight at him, her face perfectly still. He stands up, looking at her face before his eyes rove over her body. "That's not all I've got," she whispers huskily. "What have you got?" he asks, his voice low. He's standing against the glass by his desk. He knows I'm watching, and he's not going to do anything to stop it. "Maybe I've got a wet cunt," she replies in a whisper. "Maybe I want you to feel it."

Leave the office and head to a motel. She's a bit slutty but also a bit submissive. Describe her body in great detail and what she does to him.

He takes her wrist, pulling her up and out from behind the desk. Her skirt rides up even higher, revealing the lace edge of her stockings and the smooth skin of her inner thighs. As she straightens, he takes in her body fully—her blouse straining against her ample breasts, nipples still hard and visible through the thin fabric. Her waist nips in sharply before flaring out to generous hips and thick thighs that seem made for holding onto. Her skirt is bunched up around her waist, almost like it was meant to be worn as a belt. She's wearing shiny black heels that make her calves flex invitingly. She takes a step forward, her breath hitching as she presses against him. Her hands roam his chest, feeling his muscles through his shirt. She can feel the hardness in his pants, and she grinds against him slightly, her eyes never leaving his. He takes her by the elbow, steering her out of the office. They walk quickly down the hallway, her heels clicking sharply on the linoleum. He can feel her body heat radiating against his arm, and he can smell her sweet, faintly musky scent. She's panting softly, her breath coming in quick gasps. He opens the door to the stairwell, and they descend in silence, their footsteps echoing in the empty space. She follows him out to the parking lot, her eyes wide and eager. He unlocks his car, and she slides into the passenger seat, her skirt riding up even higher to expose her black lace thong. She watches him as he starts the car and pulls out of the lot, her legs shifting restlessly, her body already eager for more. They drive to a nearby motel, the neon sign blinking dimly in the fading light. He parks the car and turns to her, his hand cupping her chin. She leans into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as he brushes his thumb over her lips. He can feel her pulse racing under his fingertips, and he leans in, his mouth claiming hers in a fierce kiss. She moans softly, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He pulls back, his breath ragged, and she looks at him with wide, eager eyes. "Take me inside," she whispers. "I want you to fuck me." He gets out of the car, and she follows him, her body already aching with need. He opens up the motel room, and she steps inside as he opens the door, immediately dropping to her knees. She reaches for his belt, her fingers deftly undoing the buckle and pulling down his zipper. She looks up at him, her eyes bright and hungry, as she takes him in her mouth.

She looks up at him, her eyes bright and hungry, as she takes him in her mouth. She starts slow, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head, teasing him. He groans, his hands fisting in her hair. "Fuck, you're good at that," he mutters, his hips twitching forward slightly. She pulls back slightly, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "You like that, boss?" she asks, her voice husky. "Because I can do so much more." "Show me," he demands, his voice rough with desire. He can feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, and he knows he won't last long if she keeps this up. She takes him deeper, her head bobbing up and down as she sucks him eagerly. Her hands roam his thighs, her nails digging into his flesh. He can feel the pressure building in his balls, and he knows he's close. He pulls her up roughly, his mouth crashing down on hers. She moans into his kiss, her body pressing against his. "I want you inside me," she whispers against his lips. "I want to feel you fill me up." He spins her around, bending her over the motel room bed. He flips up her skirt, exposing her round, firm ass. He runs his hands over her cheeks, squeezing gently. "You have a perfect ass," he growls, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her thong. He pulls it down roughly, exposing her glistening pussy. He can see how wet she is, and it makes his cock ache. He rubs his fingers along her slit, feeling her shudder beneath his touch. "Please," she begs, looking back at him. "Please fuck me." He lines up his cock, pressing the head against her entrance. "Is this what you want?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous. "Yes," she moans, pushing back against him. "Yes, I want your cock inside me." He slams into her, his hips pressing against her ass. She cries out, her fingers gripping the bedspread tightly. He starts to move, his hips pounding against her as he fucks her roughly. She meets his thrusts, her body writhing beneath him. "Harder," she begs. "Fuck me harder." He obliges, his pace increasing as he fights off his orgasm. He reaches around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubs it in quick circles, feeling her body tense beneath him. "Come for me," he demands. "Come all over my cock." And she does.

Get her naked. He does her from behind while her enormous jugs sway and jiggle. Eventually they realize that they left the curtains open.

He grips her hips, his thrusts relentless as he commands, "Take off your top. I want to see those tits bounce." She complies, swiftly unbuttoning her blouse and letting it fall to the floor. Her bra quickly follows, freeing her large, firm breasts. He watches them sway and jiggle with each powerful thrust, her nipples hard and erect. He reaches around, grabbing one breast and squeezing it roughly. She moans, arching her back to give him better access. He pinches her nipple, rolling it between his fingers as he continues to pound into her. "Fuck, your tits are incredible," he grunts, his eyes glazed with lust. She can feel her orgasm building again, her body tensing as she chases her release. Suddenly, she hears a noise outside. Her eyes widen as she glances towards the window. "Oh shit," she gasps, her body freezing. "The curtains—they're open." He pauses, his cock still buried deep inside her. He looks towards the window, his brow furrowing as he realizes their mistake. "Fuck," he mutters, pulling out of her. "Someone could see us." She turns to him, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. "What do we do?" she asks, her voice laced with a mix of panic and arousal. He looks at her, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of mischief. "We could close them," he says, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Or we could give them a show."

Give them a show. He fucks her like she's never been fucked before--especially by an older man who she knows is "taken"

She looks at him, her eyes widening with a mix of shock and excitement. "You want to... put on a show?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. He nods, a wicked grin on his face. "Why not? Let's give them something to really watch." He grips her hips, turning her back to face the window. He pushes her down, her chest flat against the bed, her ass in the air. He kneels behind her, his hands roaming her body, squeezing her flesh. "I bet you never thought you'd be fucked like this," he growls, his voice low and dominant. "By a man who knows exactly what he wants." He spits on his fingers, rubbing them against her slick pussy, coating his cock. He lines up and thrusts in hard, making her cry out. He starts to move, his hips slapping against her ass. He grips her hair and yanks her head back. "You like that, don't you? You like being fucked by a man who knows how to use his cock." She moans, her body pushing back against him. "Yes," she gasps. "Fuck, yes." He leans over her, his chest pressing against her back as he pound into her. She can feel his breath hot against her ear. "You're such a dirty little slut," he growls. "You love this, don't you? You love being fucked in front of a crowd." He sits back up, his hands gripping her hips as he pounds into her. He can feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around his cock. He reaches around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubs it in quick circles, feeling her body tense beneath him. "Come for me," he demands. "Come all over my cock. Show them how much you love it." She screams, her body convulsing as her orgasm rips through her. He can feel her pussy pulsing around his cock, milking him. He grips her hips tightly, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he comes, his cock pulsing inside her. He collapses onto her back, both of them panting heavily. As he pulls out and stands up, he sees a figure dart away from the window outside. She looks back at him, a satisfied smile on her face. "That was... intense," she says, her voice breathy. "I can't believe we just did that." She pushes herself up, her body shaking with the aftermath of her orgasm. She turns to face him. Her eyes are blazing, her body glistening with sweat. "So, what now, boss?" she asks, her voice husky.