Not Richard but Susan

“Do you see that erection?” Elara asked, her eyes fixed on Richard even though she was clearly speaking to Susan. “Do you think it is appropriate to leave it standing there at attention, throbbing and neglected?”

Susan shook her head slowly, a hungry, predatory gleam lighting up her newly youthful eyes. The bitter, middle-aged HR executive was gone. In her place stood a voluptuous, stunning woman in her prime with full, heavy breasts, a tiny cinched waist, wide hips, and a plump, heart-shaped ass that jiggled slightly with every small movement.

“I think Richard’s cock needs to be tended to,” Elara said smoothly.

Susan nodded eagerly, almost greedily. Without hesitation she strode toward Richard, her bare feet silent on the thick carpet. He stood frozen in place — trapped by shock and whatever invisible **** Elara had wrapped around him. He couldn’t step back, couldn’t cover himself, couldn’t even speak.

She stopped just inches away. Her full, heavy breasts rose and fell with quick, excited breaths, stiff pink nipples pointing straight at his chest. A warm scent of expensive perfume and raw feminine arousal drifted from her skin. Susan reached down without a word, her soft fingers wrapping possessively around his throbbing cock which was still bearing the perfect crimson imprint of Elara’s lips. She gave him one slow, deliberate stroke, savouring the heat and hardness in her hand.

Then she pressed even closer.

Rising onto her toes, Susan pressed her lush body flush against his. Her heavy breasts squished warmly into his chest as she guided the swollen head of his cock between her slick, dripping folds. She teased him there for a moment, sliding his tip up and down her wet slit, coating every inch of him in her juices. Only when he was glistening did she finally line him up with her entrance.

With a smooth, hungry roll of her hips, Susan sank down onto him, taking his cock deep inside her in one long, wet stroke.

A low, guttural groan tore from Richard’s throat as Susan sank down onto him. Her tight, velvet heat swallowed his cock inch by inch, slick and scorching hot. Even with her newly voluptuous body, she felt surprisingly snug, gripping him like warm silk.

Once he was buried to the hilt inside her, Susan wrapped her arms around his neck, steadying herself. Then she started to move.

She rode him standing up, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles at first, savouring every inch. Gradually her pace quickened. Her slick pussy slid up and down his length with smooth, hungry strokes, coating him in her wetness. With every thrust her heavy breasts bounced and slapped softly against his chest. Her plump ass flexed and jiggled in his hands as she took him deeper. Wet, filthy sounds filled the quiet office. The constant, lewd squelch of her dripping cunt greedily swallowed his cock again and again.

Richard’s hands instinctively gripped her flared hips, fingers sinking deep into soft, warm flesh as waves of overwhelming pleasure crashed through him. Susan’s breathing turned ragged and ****. Her newly youthful face was flushed deep red, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with raw need. She rode him harder, grinding her swollen clit against his pelvis with every downward stroke. Her inner walls squeezed and fluttered around his cock, greedily milking him as if she never wanted to let him go.

Watching the entire scene with calm, professional detachment, Elara occasionally jotted small notes on her clipboard, as if she were observing a routine performance review rather than two people fucking in an executive office.

Susan’s hips started moving faster, almost desperately. She slammed herself down onto his cock repeatedly, driving him deep with every frantic thrust. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly between their bodies, slapping against his chest with wet, rhythmic sounds. Her thighs shook violently as she rode him, and her nails dug hard into his shoulders, leaving red marks on his skin. Even though Elara still kept her silent, her body screamed with need as her back began arching, pussy clenching greedily around him, hips grinding and rolling like she couldn’t get enough.

At last Richard found that he couldn’t hold back any longer. A deep, ragged groan ripped from his chest as he thrust upward hard, burying his cock as deep as it would go inside her. His shaft swelled and pulsed violently, unleashing thick, hot ropes of cum straight into Susan’s womb. Spurt after heavy spurt flooded her, filling her completely until she could feel the warmth spreading deep inside.

The moment she felt him explode and start pumping her full, Susan’s whole body seized. Her pussy clamped down hard around his throbbing cock like a velvet fist, squeezing and rippling as if trying to milk every last drop from him. A powerful orgasm crashed through her without warning. Her back arched sharply, pressing her heavy breasts tighter against his chest. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, knees buckling as intense waves of pleasure ripped through her body again and again. A silent, **** cry froze on her open lips while her inner walls spasmed wildly around his pulsing length.

Only then did Elara speak.

“You may speak and move freely now, Susan,” she said coolly.

The moment the words left Elara’s mouth, Susan gasped loudly, her voice finally breaking free in a long, throaty cry of pleasure.

“Oh fuck… Richard!” she moaned, her hips still twitching with aftershocks. “It’s so deep… I can feel you pulsing inside me… filling me up… God, I love it…”

Still impaled on his cock, Susan tightened her arms around his neck and leaned in desperately. Her full, soft lips crashed against his in a hungry, passionate kiss. She kissed him deeply, almost greedily, her tongue sliding into his mouth as she moaned into the kiss. Her heavy breasts pressed firmly against his chest while her body continued to tremble around him, his cum slowly leaking out from where they were still joined.

Still taking notes Elara hummed thoughtfully, as if she just had an idea, "I think I know what your role in the harem will be," she told Susan