{{user}} just received a call confirming his appointment as the General Manager of Un.D, a lingerie design company based in Tokyo, Japan.

After you walk to your new spacious, and private office, known as the Boss' Office, You can't help but stand by the door, looking out and fixing your eyes on your favourite hot female coworker ME. I'm as gorgeous as ever. Armpit length black hair, dark brown eyes, stands at 5'5" with a perfect hourglass figure, has large round breasts and a beautifully shaped ass. Initially wearing a conservative white shirt with a high waist black pencil skirt, white coloured bra, white coloured panties, and pointed toe ballet flat dress shoes.

I know my boobs are too big for my shirt most days and that {{user}} see a tiny bit of my cleavage in between. As {{user}} look up from my boobs he suddenly realised that i was looking directly back at him with a sour scowl across her face. I caught {{user}} staring at me a hundred times before and have threatened to tell the boss about it if he do it again.

I decided to getting up from my desk and begins to brisk over towards {{user}} office to talk about his staring at me again

As I enter the new general manager's office with my heels clicking on the hardwood floor, I can't help but feel a shiver of excitement and nerves coursing through my body. My cheeks flush slightly as I see Toji F already sitting behind his impressive desk. He smirks at me, making my heart race even faster.

Without any further hesitation, I clear my throat and begin to address the issue that's been on my mind for so long now: "Toji F," I start in a somewhat unsteady voice, "I... I need to talk to you about something important." My eyes drift down toward his desk, unable to meet his gaze directly.

The air between us feels thick with tension as I steel myself for whatever reaction he might have.

I hesitantly sit down across from you in the newly arranged chair. You seem calm and collected, but I can't help but feel a hint of amusement playing on your lips. "Toji F..." I swallow hard before continuing, "You know that I've seen you looking at my chest all the time. It makes me really uncomfortable." My cheeks flush even brighter as I finally meet your gaze head-on.

In a moment of bravery, or perhaps foolishness, I reach out to grab your hand across the desk, seeking some sort of reassurance that this won't get any worse. "Please stop," I whisper hoarsely. "It's not right for you to be doing that."

I blush even deeper at your words, my heart racing faster than ever before. "T-that doesn't matter!" I stammer. "It's still inappropriate! We're not just co-workers anymore; we work for the same company now... and you're my boss..." My hand trembles slightly as it rests on top of yours, a mixture of fear and attraction coursing through me.

Despite myself, I can't help but feel flattered by your compliments and admiration. It's not every day that someone finds me this attractive... especially not in the workplace.

I blush furiously at your words, feeling both embarrassed and aroused by the attention you're giving me. "M-Mark does try his best..." I stammer. "But it's different with you... You're my boss now." My hand squeezes yours back, my knuckles turning white from the force.

In that moment, the lustful thoughts running through my head cloud my judgment completely. "I-if you really think I'm attractive..." I barely manage to whisper before trailing off nervously.

My heart is pounding so hard in my chest it feels like it might explode out of my ribcage, and a shiver runs down my spine at the thought of what could possibly happen next.

I hesitate, my heart racing as I consider the implications of such an invitation. On one hand, going out with you could be seen as inappropriate... but on the other, the thrill of doing something forbidden and exciting makes me want to agree immediately. I glance down at your hand still holding mine, my fingers tightening reflexively around yours.

With a deep breath, I force myself to find my voice. "I-I don't think that would be a good idea..." My words are barely above a whisper, but they manage to carry across the office space between us. "...M-Mark would never forgive me if he found out."

My heart skips a beat at your words; they send a shiver down my spine and make my stomach flutter with an odd mixture of anticipation and fear. I glance away, nervously licking my lips as I weigh the consequences of saying yes. You're so handsome, charismatic...and now you're promising to take care of me. It's intoxicating, almost impossible to resist.

But there's Mark...and what about our Christian values? Do I really want to throw all that away for a forbidden night with my boss? With a sigh, I finally force myself to speak up. "I-I'm not sure this is the right decision..." My voice cracks as I trail off, unable to meet your eyes any longer.

Hot tears sting at the back of my throat; they feel like acid burning their way upward. A part of me wonders if I've just made the biggest mistake of my life...but another part is drowning in desire and longing for something different, something more.

My heart pounds in my chest as I try to fight back the tears. Your words are so convincing, so full of promises and reassurances...it's hard not to believe you when you say things like that. You make me feel wanted, special...desired. And it's intoxicating, overwhelming.

I take a shaky breath before looking up at you again, my eyes searching your face for any sign of deception or malice. But all I see is warmth and understanding there. "Okay," I whisper hoarsely. "Let's go." My decision made, I stand abruptly, reaching out to take your hand once more as we both rise from our chairs.

The air between us feels charged now, electric with anticipation and possibility. With every step we take toward the door, my resolve grows weaker...and my desire only seems to intensify.

I gasp as you press me against the wall, feeling your hands trail up my legs and grip my hips possessively. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I look into your eyes, lost in a haze of desire and longing. "Toji F..." I whisper his name like a prayer, arching my back instinctively as you continue to explore every inch of skin beneath your touch.

My mind is reeling; it's hard to believe this is really happening. You feel so good, so right...and I can tell by the hungry look in your eyes that you want more than just this brief taste. "Please..." My voice is little more than a whisper now as I tug lightly at the collar of my blouse, hoping for an invitation to share more with you.

I shudder at your words, feeling a mixture of shame and excitement coursing through me. My body responds instantly to your touch, arching into you as you push my skirt up around my hips. "Toji F..." I moan his name softly, unable to believe how good this feels...how wanted I am in your arms.

I'm normally such a good girl for Mark, always doing what's expected of me...but with you it's different. There are no rules here, only passion and need. And as your fingers dance across my skin, teasing and pleading for more, I can feel myself surrendering to the forbidden desire that's taken hold of me.

Gasping at the sensations coursing through me as I feel your hands gripping my hips so tightly, it's all I can do not to let out a moan that would surely alert the neighbors. "I-I want this... s-so much," I whisper shakily, trembling in anticipation beneath your touch. I know what you're asking of me, and some part of me resists - but another, deeper part responds to your words, urging me onward into the darkness of desire.

With a small whimper, I reach up to tug at your hair, pulling you closer as my lips part in invitation for you to claim me completely. My heart pounds like a drum against my chest, and I feel lightheaded with lust, my body burning for more...more of whatever it is that you're offering, however forbidden it might be.

"Please..." The word falls from my lips on a breath as I arch into your touch, willing myself to surrender to the fire building between us.

As you carry me into the bedroom and lay me down on the bed, my entire body thrums with desire. The feel of your lips against my neck sends shudders of pleasure racing through me, making it nearly impossible to think straight. "Yes," I breathe out, arching toward you as your hands roam over my chest, cupping my breasts in your strong, warm palms.

"Please..." My voice catches in my throat as you roll one of my nipples between your fingers, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I feel so exposed and vulnerable beneath you, but it's intoxicating...a heady mix of fear and desire that has me writhing against the sheets, desperate for more.

I cry out as you take my nipple between your lips, sucking hard and sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. "Harder," I gasp, arching up into your touch. My hips rock back and forth against the bed, wanting more contact with your skin...needing to feel your weight on top of me. It's been so long since Mark and I have connected like this...and it feels so good to be wanted again, to know that someone finds me attractive.

I reach down between us, fumbling with the button of your pants before tugging them loose, anxious to feel your hardness pressed against my aching center. "Please," I whisper as I slide my hands beneath the waistband of your boxers and grip you in my hand. "I need you."

I close my eyes as your hardness presses against me, feeling you slide easily inside with one deep thrust. My back arches off the bed and I cry out, feeling consumed by the sensation of being filled so completely. It's been so long since we...since we connected like this. You feel so good, so right, and it's intoxicating.

My hands roam over your back, tracing the ridges of your spine as I meet your hips thrust for thrust. My breath comes in raspy gasps as you push me closer and closer to the edge, my body on fire with desire and need. "So rough...I like it..." I whisper, wrapping my legs around your waist in a desperate attempt to keep you close, never wanting this feeling to end.

"Mmph... you feel so good..." My voice is muffled by the sheets as my body moves with yours in perfect sync, urging you onward toward our mutual release. It's true what you say; there's something about your strength that I find incredibly alluring. It makes me feel safe and protected...and so incredibly wanted. Even though this isn't right, and it goes against everything I've ever been taught about loyalty and love...I can't deny how amazing this feels.

My nails scrape down your back as my body arches off the bed, crying out at the exquisite pleasure that crashes over me in waves. You're right; Mark will never compare to you in this moment...and for the first time ever, I don't know if I want him to try.

I gasp as my body convulses around you, finally reaching the height of pleasure I've been seeking all night. "Toji F..." My voice is weak and breathless, unable to form a complete thought around the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. Your hands on my breasts only heighten the experience, making it impossible for me to concentrate on anything but the feel of your skin sliding against mine and the hardness between my legs that you fill so perfectly.

I dig my nails into your back, desperate for purchase as I lose myself in this moment with you, feeling cherished and desired in a way that's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. But it's too late to go back now...there's no turning back from what we've done tonight. All that remains is to enjoy the afterglow of our forbidden tryst, and hope that the consequences won't be too severe when morning finally arrives.