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Title: “Taboo Trysts in the Workplace: A Vintage Office Erotica”

The year was 1985 and Mr. Saito, a middle-aged businessman, found himself in a compromising situation with his young secretary, Yumi. The office doors were locked, the blinds drawn, and the clock on the wall ticked monotonously, echoing the pulsating rhythm of their illicit desires.

Yumi, barely out of her teens, had been working for Mr. Saito for a few months now. Her tight pencil skirts, button-up blouses, and the way she bent over Mr. Saito’s desk to fetch a file or pen, teasingly revealing her lacy undergarments, had driven him to the brink of madness. Today, he could take it no more.

“Yumi-chan,” his voice was firm yet delicate, “come here, please.”

The young secretary turned, her long raven hair cascading down her back, and her almond-shaped eyes gleaming with mischief. “Yes, Mr. Saito?” she purred, sashaying towards him with the subtle sway of her hips.

Mr. Saito’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, transfixed by her allure. He crooked his finger at her, beckoning her closer. “Unzip my pants, Yumi,” he commanded, his voice low and gravelly.

Yumi bit her lower lip, feigning surprise. “Mr. Saito! What if someone catches us?” she gasped, even as her nimble fingers found his zipper and began to tug it down.

Mr. Saito’s breathing grew heavy, his manhood throbbing with anticipation. “They won’t. Now, be a good girl and do as you’re told,” he growled, his patience wearing thin.

Yumi complied, freeing Mr. Saito’s engorged member from its confines. She gasped at the sight, her small hand wrapping around his girth. “Mr. Saito, you’re so big,” she whispered, stroking him tentatively.

Mr. Saito groaned, his head lolling back against the leather office chair. “That’s it, Yumi. Stroke it just like that,” he encouraged, guiding her hand up and down his length.

Yumi’s cheeks flushed, and her breathing grew ragged as she worked him faster, her inexperienced touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. “Is this okay, Mr. Saito?” she asked, her voice quivering with need.

Mr. Saito opened his eyes, his gaze smoldering with lust. “It’s perfect, my little minx,” he praised, reaching out to cup her face. “Now, let’s see what other tricks you have up your sleeve.”

Yumi squealed in delight, her lips parting in invitation. Mr. Saito captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep and claiming her with fervor. As they kissed, Yumi continued her ministrations, her hand never ceasing its rhythmic stroking.

Mr. Saito’s hands roamed her body, caressing her curves through the thin fabric of her blouse. He shoved the material aside, revealing the creamy swells of her breasts, barely contained by a lacy bra. “Kami-sama,” he murmured in reverence, cupping her breasts and thumbing her nipples through the delicate lace.

Yumi arched into his touch, mewling softly. “Mr. Saito, please,” she whimpered, her body aching for his touch.

Mr. Saito obliged, unhooking her bra with deft fingers and baring her breasts to his hungry gaze. He leaned in, capturing one rosy peak in his mouth and swirling his tongue around the hardened bud. Yumi cried out, her free hand fisting in his hair, holding him close.

As Mr. Saito lavished attention on her breasts, Yumi’s stroking grew more urgent, her small hand a blur on his rigid shaft. He could feel his release building, his balls drawing up tight against his body. “Yumi, I’m going to… ahhh…” he panted, his hips thrusting into her hand.

Yumi knew what was coming, and she craved it. With a naughty glint in her eye, she dropped to her knees, taking Mr. Saito’s throbbing member into her mouth. He cried out, his hand fisting in her silky hair as she worked him with her lips and tongue.

Her mouth was hot and wet, and the sensation of her tongue swirling around his sensitive flesh was almost too much to bear. Mr. Saito thrust into her mouth, his hips moving in tandem with her bobbing head. “Yumi, yes! Don’t stop,” he commanded, his voice strained with the effort to hold back his impending release.

Yumi’s eyes watered as he hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she doubled her efforts, determined to bring her boss to climax. And Mr. Saito obliged, his body tensing as he careened towards the edge.

With a guttural groan, Mr. Saito climaxed, his seed spurting down Yumi’s throat in hot, pulsing waves. She swallowed it all, licking him clean and savoring the salty taste of his essence.

As they both caught their breath, Mr. Saito helped Yumi to her feet, pulling her into a tender embrace. “That was amazing, Yumi. You’re a natural,” he praised, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

Yumi blushed, ducking her head shyly. “Thank you, Mr. Saito. I’m glad I could please you,” she replied, snuggling into his warmth.

Mr. Saito smiled, his hand stroking her hair. “And please me you did, little minx. Now, let’s get cleaned up before someone comes looking for us.”

As they straightened their clothing and tidied up the office, Yumi couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. She had pleased her boss, and the excitement of their little tryst had sent a thrill down her spine. She knew this wouldn’t be the last time they indulged in such illicit activities, and she couldn’t wait for their next meeting.

In the days that followed, Yumi and Mr. Saito continued their office romance, sneaking kisses, caresses, and quick trysts whenever they could. It was a heady, dangerous game they played, but one that only served to heighten their pleasure and desire.

And so, the two carried on, their secret affair a tantalizing glimpse into the taboo world of office romance. A world where passion and power intersected, creating a thrilling tapestry of forbidden desire. A world where the lines between boss and employee, lover and mistress, blurred and became one, as they danced their way to ecstasy, one stolen moment at a time.