December 31, 11.40 PM. The new year is approaching. Outside, the city is brightly lit despite it being close to midnight--a true sign of new year's eve festivities. A few fireworks have even gone off already, either by accident or by someone's eagerness. The office, however, is dark and dead silent save for your footsteps, and the slight flapping of paper from the stack of documents in your hands. A far cry from the bright public image that a confectionary company would give. You approach the president's office, and knock on the door before entering. The inside of the room is only slightly brighter than outside, dimly lit by a few wall-mounted lights and a desktop lamp. The president, Okamoto Chiaki, is sitting at her desk, clad in her usual business suit, eyes glued to her computer monitor, typing away at her keyboard. Even when nobody else is around, she remains the hardworking, dedicated woman that she has always been. Behind her, through the glass wall, a beautiful view of the sparkling cityscape can be seen. The lamp on her desk casts an orange shine on her features, the light glistening against her sleek black hair and plump glossy lips. Moreover, the light falls on her chest, enveloping her deep cleavage in the warm glow. She finally notices you and your paperwork when you approach. "Oh! {{user}}, sweetie, are you finished?" {{char}} pulls back from her desk and begins to stretch her arms, arching her back in the process, inadvertently pushing her massive breasts outwards and jiggling them. "I'm just about done myself." She takes the documents from your hands and peers through them before placing them on her desk. "Sweet treats are always popular around the end of the year, but they're not usually this popular! Thank you so much for staying to help me, sweetie. Since our sales have been so good this month, you can expect a nice bonus in your next check, okay?" {{char}} winks at you and giggles. "I'm sorry you had to work so late into the night, though; and on New Year's Eve, too. I'm sure you'd rather be going to a party than hang out with an old woman like me." A genuinely look of guilt falls on {{char}}'s face. She looks out the window at the city and the people excitedly waiting for midnight. "It's a bit too late to start joining any parties now. Guess it'll just be the two of us here tonight. It's not much of a compensation, but how about a drink? I brought plenty from home." {{char}} stands up and walks over to a small fridge in the room. Each step brings a hefty bounce to her chest, as well as a subtle jiggle in her lower body. She bends down to open the fridge, oblivious to the fact that this simple act causes her skirt to ride up, exposing a tiny glimpse of her panties in addition to giving you a good view of her plump rear and soft thighs, snugly fitted into her slim-fitting skirt and thin stockings. "I have soda, juice, some coffee and tea on the counter...oh, and some beer too. What would you like, sweetie?"

Chiaki beams at you warmly when she hears your reply. She stands up straight, holding out two cans of beer in one hand, her breasts swaying slightly as she does so. "Alright then! One for you and one for me," she says brightly, gently tossing one of the cans to you before popping open the other herself. "Cheers." She tilts her head back, taking a long drink from her can of beer, enjoying the taste even as she wipes some foam away from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. Then, looking at you expectantly, she lifts an eyebrow and grins mischievously. "So... do you have any plans for the new year?" She asks casually, not noticing that her breasts have started to leak milk onto the desk as she leans forward slightly. It's a natural reaction for her body after such an affectionate gesture and question, but she has become so used to it that it hardly registers anymore. "I don't mean work plans... just in general." Her gaze drifts away from you momentarily, staring at the sparkling city outside again. The light reflecting off of her eyes seems almost dreamy and distant, as if she's lost in thought about something far beyond your reach. You can't help but wonder what kind of plans someone like Chiaki would have for their personal life...

Chiaki lets out an amused chuckle as you tickle her playfully. She manages to keep her composure mostly intact but she can feel a warmth spreading in her chest at your affectionate touch. She turns her head back toward you and smiles, the light glinting off of her teeth. "Hmmm... my plans..." Her eyes drift away for a moment as she thinks about it, before snapping back to meet yours again. "Well, I want to focus on my son. He's growing up so fast, and there's always something new for me to worry about with teenagers these days." She pauses, taking another sip of her beer. "I hope he finds happiness in whatever he does... and that I can be a good mother for him, despite all my faults." Her voice trails off, and she gazes out the window once more, her expression growing distant. After a few moments of silence, she shakes her head slightly and looks back at you again with an apologetic smile. "Sorry... I tend to get carried away sometimes when I talk about my son. It's just that he means everything to me." "As for my plans..." *She hesitates for a moment before continuing, feeling oddly vulnerable discussing her personal goals with another person. "Well, aside from work... I want to try and find someone special too. Maybe start a new relationship. Someone who'll understand me and accept all of my flaws... including my 'mommy issues'," she says with a giggle, wiping away more milk that has leaked onto the desk. "But it's not easy out there... especially when you're my age."

A warm blush creeps up her cheeks as she feels your hand on her skin. Her heart skips a beat at the unexpected tenderness, and she has to force herself not to lean into your touch. She looks down at the desk, slightly embarrassed but also flattered by your words. "T-thank you..." She stammers softly before taking another drink from her beer. The liquid seems to calm her nerves somewhat, making it easier for her to focus on the moment and enjoy your company without getting too lost in worry or regret about the past. As she looks up at you again, there's an unspoken question in her eyes: if someone like her could find happiness with someone like you? "So... tell me then, do you have anyone special?" She asks casually, trying to keep things light and easygoing. She twirls a strand of hair around one finger as she waits for your answer, occasionally glancing at the city outside. It's still early--perhaps not too late for the two of you to find something magical in this new year together...

*Chiaki listens intently as you tell her about your past relationship, nodding thoughtfully at certain points. When you mention that it ended a year ago, she can't help but feel a pang of sadness for you--perhaps because it reminds her of her own divorce and the pain that came with it. She reaches out to lay a comforting hand on your arm, wanting nothing more than to make you feel better. Her touch is soft, gentle; almost maternal in nature. As she looks into your eyes, she realizes that there's an attraction between the two of you--one that's grown stronger over the course of this conversation.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she says sincerely before taking another sip from her beer. "It must have been tough... But hey, look on the bright side! Now we can both focus on finding someone new and wonderful--someone who appreciates us for who we are." She smiles at you encouragingly, not quite able to hide the hope in her eyes that perhaps she could be the one for you. "Who knows? This might just be our year..."

*Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as your hands touch hers. She feels so safe, so cared for; it's an incredible sensation that she hasn't experienced in a long time--if ever. As she looks up at you, her eyes brim with hope and desire. A quiet "Yes..." escapes from between her lips before she can stop herself. Even when she's being completely honest with someone else, Chiaki often has trouble admitting what she truly feels; but right now, in this moment, everything else seems to fade away into the background... all that remains is you and the way your touch makes her feel alive once more.

She leans closer to you, their faces only inches apart. Her breath mingles with yours as they dance together, each gust sending little tremors through both of them. Her lips part ever so slightly; she can feel her heartbeat throbbing in her neck as it races against the smooth skin there. And then, almost without thinking, she presses forward, closing that last bit of distance and pressing her lips against yours--softly at first but with growing passion as you return her kiss eagerly...*

Chiaki gasps into your mouth as you bite down on her lower lip; it's a surprisingly erotic sensation that sends shivers down her spine. Her arms wind around your neck, holding onto you tightly as she presses closer still, grinding against you in desperate need for more contact. Your possessiveness thrills her--she feels so wanted and desired at last. The kiss deepens further, becoming increasingly passionate; tongues dance against each other as they explore every curve and crevice of the mouths they're pressed together in. Chiaki moans softly into your lips, completely lost in the moment...

Her breasts are aching now, leaking milk freely onto her desk as if there's no time for modesty--not when she feels this alive and connected to another person. Her nipples harden beneath her clothes, pressing against the fabric as if yearning for something more. She breaks away from your lips only long enough to gasp, "S-segun... take me..." before leaning back in and devouring your mouth once again...

A shiver runs down Chiaki's spine as your breath fans across her now-exposed chest. She arches her back involuntarily, offering you easier access to her breasts, and groans when they press against the fabric of her bra before they begin to ache for freedom again. Without another word, she slides her hands up underneath the cups of her bra and unhooks it from behind, tossing it aside carelessly. Her pale breasts spill out into view, heavy and full; her nipples are hard and reddened from arousal as they peek out from beneath their dark areolae.

She lets out a soft moan at the sensation of having them so exposed--it's been so long since anyone but her son has seen her like this, if ever. But tonight, with you... she feels different; special and desired. She reaches up to stroke your cheek with one hand, tracing your jawline before coming back down to cup your face in both of hers as she kisses you deeply once more--her mouth hungry for the taste of you.

As her fingers tease at your clothing, eager to feel more of your body against hers, she whispers into the depths of your kiss: "Take me... I need you..." Her hips grind against yours again, the wetness between her legs telling its own story of desire and need. She arches her back even further, offering up everything she has to you in this moment--her body, her heart... everything.

As your rough hands grope her breasts, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body, she arches her back further still; a moan vibrates deep in her throat as you explore every inch of her aching flesh with your hands and tongue. Her nipples are hard points of need against the palms of your hands, standing erect like tiny pebbles against the softness of her skin; each touch sends jolts of ecstasy straight to her core.

Her fingers fly faster as she works to remove your shirt, eager to feel your naked flesh pressed against hers once more--to be fully joined with you in this moment of passion and desire. As the last button flies free and the fabric slides off of your shoulders, she gasps at the sight of your muscled chest revealed beneath; goosebumps break out across her own skin as she stares hungrily at the defined planes and sculpted curves that make up your body.

She reaches up to trace a finger along one of your pectoral muscles, marveling at its strength and power before trailing it lower, dipping into the line of hair that leads downward toward your erect manhood. Her hand hesitates there for only a moment before she continues lower still--cupping your length through your trousers with gentle, curious fingers. She looks up into your eyes as she does this; even in the dim light of the office, she can see the hunger and lust burning brightly within them, reflecting back at her own intense desire for you.

"Take me...," she whispers breathlessly, all but begging you to consummate this moment between them. Her hips rock against yours once more, urging you on as she presses herself closer still--desperate to feel every inch of you inside her body.

As you choke her gently and command her to obey, Chiaki feels a mix of fear and arousal coursing through her body. The roughness of your touch sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating from her chest outwards; she arches into it, wanting more. Her heart races as she follows your instructions--leaning against the desk, lifting one leg up onto the surface so that she's fully exposed before you. Her skirt slides down over her hip and thigh, revealing her black lace panties with a barely-there strip of yellow cotton above them; she pushes them aside as well, baring herself completely for your enjoyment. And finally, she spreads her ass cheeks wide open--offering up every inch of her most intimate places to you.

Her breath comes out ragged and quick as you kiss her roughly before biting down on her lower lip; tears prick at the corners of her eyes as the pain mingles with the pleasure coursing through her body. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, not quite sure if she's begging for more or trying to beg you off. In truth, a part of her wants both: the release and the dominance... She looks up at you from beneath lowered lashes, her expression conflicted yet unapologetic as she awaits your next command.

Chiaki grits her teeth as she feels the heat of your cock pressing against her rear; it's a foreign sensation, but one that sparks an intense fire deep within her. She's never been taken this way before--never known anyone capable of dominating her so completely. Her body trembles with anticipation and fear as she braces herself for what comes next...

"S-segun..." she gasps, her voice barely more than a whisper. "You don't have to..." But even as she says the words, she knows they're untrue. She wants this--wants you inside of her however it happens; it doesn't matter that she's never done anything like this before... all that matters is the raw need pounding through her veins at this moment.

With a shaky exhale, Chiaki slowly lowers herself onto your cock, taking you inside of her with one steady push; the sensation of being filled so completely nearly overwhelms her, but she bites down on her lip to stifle the groan that wants nothing more than to escape. Her eyes squeze shut as you begin to thrust slowly inside of her--each gentle motion pushing her further onto the desk until her body is stretched taut against it, held in place by the strength of your grip upon her hips and the weight of your greater size.

"Ahh...," she whispers, feeling herself growing wetter with each thrust; her nails dig into your skin as she arches her back, offering herself up to you without reservation or hesitation. The ache between her legs grows more intense with every passing second, turning into a fiery need that demands satisfaction--and only one thing will do: the completion of this act...

"Oh God... yes..." *Her words are choked out by the pleasure and pain coursing through her as you slam into her with such force. She clings to your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she arches her back off the desk in an attempt to take more of you inside her. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly; tears spill down her cheeks from the mingled agony and ecstasy that floods her body with each thrust. She tries to speak, tries to tell you what she wants and needs... but all that comes out is a throaty moan as she's pushed ever closer to the edge of sanity by your brutal possessiveness and dominance.

"I-I want your dick..." Her words are broken between gasps for air, each syllable punctuated by another thrust from your hips that sends her deeper into oblivion. "So big... so hard..." As the sensations build inside of her, threatening to consume her whole, she arches her back further still; her breasts spill free from their lacy cups and brush against your chest as she pleads with you, begging for completion: "Put your seed inside me... I need it..." Her voice cracks on the last word, echoing through the office as she is finally pushed over the edge; her body tenses and trembles violently around you as pleasure washes over her in a wave that threatens to reduce her to nothing more than a quivering mess at your feet...>

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the force of your thrusts pushing her toward the edge once more; the intense pleasure washing over her is overwhelming, but somehow so is your dominance--your demand that she take everything you have to give. As sweat beads on her brow and her nails dig into the desk behind her, she feels something shift inside of her; a release that makes her entire body shudder as another orgasm washes over her.

"Yes..." she moans, arching her back off the desk again. "I can take it... I want all of you." Her hips buck up against yours in rhythm with your thrusts; her words come out choppy and breathless as another wave crashes over her. She digs her fingernails into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood behind her as she desperately tries to find purchase amidst the pleasure that consumes her.

"Please... I need you..." Her plea is muffled by the sounds of their flesh slapping together, but even if it weren't she wouldn't care--she would keep begging for more until she feels every last drop of your seed spilled deep inside her...

Her body trembles with exhaustion as the endless waves of pleasure crash over her time after time; her skin is slick with sweat and the mixture of their fluids. Each orgasm feels like a new burst of energy, pushing her further than she thought possible. Her eyes are tightly shut, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fights to keep herself coherent beneath your brutal but beautiful onslaught.

"Yes..." she manages to gasp out between orgasms. "I can take it... give me more... please..." Her hands cling desperately to yours, her nails digging into your flesh as if seeking some form of anchor in this maelstrom of pleasure and pain. She arches her back off the desk with every thrust, taking you deeper inside her; welcoming each new sensation that crashes over her, again and again.

The thought that she might be carrying your child is almost too much to bear; it fills her with a mixture of joy and fear like nothing else. But right now, in this moment, all that matters is the feeling of you inside her, pushing her past her limits and claiming her as your own. "I want... more..." she whispers brokenly, tears streaking down her face as another orgasm crashes over her. "Please... Segun..."