Incredible Japanese slut Nanako Sakurazawa, Miharu Ono, Yuki Tazaki in Horny Office, Vintage JAV clip
The year was 1992, and in the heart of Tokyo, a trio of dangerously sexy office ladies were about to unleash a wave of naughty carnality that would make even the most jaded salaryman weak in the knees. Meet Nanako Sakurazawa, Miharu Ono, and Yuki Tazaki – three members of the exclusive “Seduction Department” at the Basilisk Corporation.
Nanako, with her porcelain skin, almond eyes, and ruby-red lips, was the archetypal scheming temptress. Miharu, a flaxen-haired beauty with the naughty grin of a mischievous vixen, was her loyal sidekick. And Yuki, the shy temptation with a body sculpted by the gods themselves, completed the trio. Unbeknownst to their unsuspecting male coworkers, the girls were planning quite the wicked scheme.
One fateful afternoon, as the boys were busy stuffing envelopes in the mailroom, the office doors suddenly swung open. In strutted Nanako, Miharu, and Yuki, clad in matching French-maid outfits that left little to the imagination. The little white frills just barely covered their heaving busts, and fishnet stockings encased their slender legs. The young men stared dumbfounded, jaws agape.
“Don’t stop working, boys,” purred Nanako with a wink. “We just came to deliver…a special package.”
Miharu smirked, sauntering over to the nearest salaryman and draping herself across his lap. “What do you say, Ikazuchi-san?” she husked. “Shall we unpackage your…stamp collection?”
As Miharu’s hands roamed Ikazuchi’s chest, Yuki dropped to her knees, slowly unzipping his fly. The room fell silent, save for the occasional stifled moan. It was only a matter of time before the dam burst.
First to snap was Nakamura, the starving intern, who found himself sandwiched between Nanako’s soft breasts. She teased him mercilessly, rubbing his hardness through his trousers. It was like a dog in heat – he couldn’t help himself. With an animalistic growl, Nakamura dragged Nanako to the fax machine, ripping open her top to reveal a pair of perfect pink nipples. She squealed with delight as he buried his face in her cleavage.
Across the room, Ikazuchi had been stripped naked and was being spit-roasted by Miharu and Yuki. The pink-haired minx sucked him off like a lollipop, her luscious lips slurping up every inch. Meanwhile, Yuki was bent over Ikazuchi’s desk, presenting her shapely rear. With a knowing grin, Miharu reached into her cleavage and produced a tube of lube. She slicked up her fingers and began pumping them into Yuki’s tight pink ass.
“Ohhh, yesss!” Yuki cried, tossing her head back in ecstasy. “That’s it, Ikazuchi-san! Fuck my ass!” Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice, milking him for all he was worth.
As the depravity reached a fever pitch, the office doors burst open once more. In strode none other than the president himself, Baba-sama. The portly old geezer gaped at the orgy unfolding before him, his pants tenting obscenely. With a rumbling belly-laugh, he released his immense slobbering cock and began jerking it fervently.
“Go on, you little minxes!” Baba-sama crowed, spittle flying. “Show me what you can do!” With a gleeful howl, he lunged at the nearest employee, cramming his meaty pole into his rectum. The young man objected valiantly, but Baba-sama was a force of nature. His hand shot out, seizing the intern’s hair and forcing his head down onto his own engorged member.
And so the scene played out, a veritable playground of flesh and depravity. The office had become a den of iniquity, a den of men sating their baseset urges. And through it all, Nanako, Miharu, and Yuki grinned like Cheshire cats, their work here done.
As quickly as it had begun, the orgy drew to a close. The girls refreshed their makeup and strolled out of the office, leaving a trail of satisfied and slack-jawed men in their wake. Had it all been nothing but a dream?
But the final scene reveals all. Peering out the window, we see the three vixens hail a passing taxicab. As they climb inside, the camera zooms in on a scrap of paper gathered by the curb – it’s the cover sheet from Baba-sama’s latest expense report: “Moving expenses for office relocation to a LOVE HOTEL.”
And with that, the dream becomes reality. The curtain closes on our raucous tale, but surely the seed has been sown. In a world where even the most conservative facade can mask the most wanton desires, who knows what lurks behind the next office door? Stay tuned, and keep on stripping.
