Busty Female Boss Gives Me a Titjob at the Office

The summer at the advertising agency was always steamy and stifling.

I, Hiroki, was a newbie copywriter apprentice.

I'd been there about three months, in my early twenties.

Every day, I stared at my computer screen, brainstorming catchy phrases.

The office was a design studio where everyone holed up in individual booths.

The walls were thin, so I could hear the keyboard clacking from the next booth.

In that environment, my direct supervisor was Miki.

Miki was an art director, a tough woman in her mid-thirties.

Her black bob haircut suited her, and her eyes were sharp.

But what really caught my eye was her chest.

The first day I met her, I was stunned.

Her white blouse was stretched tight, with deep cleavage peeking through the button gaps.

I later sneaked a look online and found out she had G-cup breasts.

Maybe even bigger.

They jiggled with every step, pinning my gaze.

(I wonder what Miki's breasts feel like... soft, warm, sinking into them...)

Such fantasies flitted through my mind, but as a virgin, I just got all flustered.

During work, whenever Miki came around to check on the booths, my heart pounded.

Miki was strict.

"Hiroki, this copy needs more impact."

She'd lean over my desk to say that.

Her breasts would brush the desk edge and bounce lightly, and I'd catch it.

I'd quickly look away, but my crotch would heat up, ruining my focus.

Summer afternoons were the worst.

The booths weren't air-conditioned well, so I'd sweat, and Miki's sweet perfume would waft over.

Before lunch, I was munching a sandwich at my desk as usual.

Everyone else went out to eat, but I was broke and prepared for overtime.

That day, alone in my booth like always, the door opened quietly.

Miki walked in.

"Hiroki, still working?"

Her voice was cool as ever.

I wiped my mouth in a hurry.

"Uh, yeah... it's lunch, but I'm just double-checking."

Miki nodded and sat in the chair next to me.

Too close.

Way too close.

Her knee nearly touched my thigh, making it hard to breathe.

Through her thin summer blouse, the swell of her breasts was clear.

Slightly damp with sweat, her skin tone showed through.

(This is bad, staring at Miki's huge breasts up close... I can almost picture her areolas...)

Miki leaned in to look at the screen.

"This layout's colors are off."

Her finger moved the mouse.

I could only nod.

Suddenly, Miki stood up.

"Wait here a sec."

She said that and slipped under my desk.

What?

What was she doing?

I froze.

The booth was private, but footsteps from outside might be audible.

My heart was thumping loudly.

From under the desk, Miki's hand touched my knee.

Gently, slowly.

"Miki... what?"

My voice shook.

She looked up from below and smiled.

"Shh. It's lunch break; no one's coming."

Her hand stroked my thigh.

Over my jeans, but the heat was intense.

My crotch reacted right away.

My cock hardened, tenting my pants.

(In a place like this... Miki touching me... it's like a dream...)

Miki's breath neared my crotch.

She unzipped me.

The zipper sound echoed in the quiet booth.

She pulled down my underwear, and my cock sprang out.

As a virgin, just the situation made pre-cum leak.

Miki wiped it lightly with her finger.

"Heh, Hiroki's cock is cute. It's so hard."

Her voice was sweet.

I breathed heavily and looked down.

Miki's face was right there.

Her lips red and glossy.

But she didn't bring her mouth to it.

Instead, she unbuttoned her blouse.

Two buttons undone, revealing a black lace bra.

Her G-cup breasts looked heavy, about to spill out.

The white skin of her breasts glistened with sweat.

Miki pressed her breasts together with both hands.

The soft mounds squished.

Creating a deep cleavage with a dark shadow.

"I'll sandwich it with these."

She whispered that and slid my cock between her breasts.

Warm.

The soft flesh enveloped my entire cock.

Miki's huge breasts were unbelievably full.

My cock was completely buried.

She started moving her breasts up and down.

A titjob.

The real thing.

(Ah, my cock rubbing against Miki's massive tits... her breast flesh gently peeling back my skin... it feels too good...)

I gripped the desk.

Footsteps faded outside the booth.

But I didn't care.

Miki's breasts slid slickly.

Sweat and pre-cum mixed, making wet sounds.

Squish, squish.

Her nipples were peeking from the bra.

Pink tips, erect.

I couldn't hold back and reached out.

I pinched Miki's nipple with my fingers.

"Nngh... Hiroki, harder."

Her voice had a hint of moan.

I kneaded them frantically.

Her huge breasts overflowed my palms.

Heavy, with bounce.

My fingers sank in, the flesh rippling.

The titjob intensified.

Miki shook her head, moving her breasts faster.

The tip of my cock occasionally emerged from her cleavage.

The ridge rubbing against her soft breast flesh sent shivers.

(Inside Miki's tits, it's hot and moist... like heaven... my cock's melting...)

My virgin cock couldn't take it.

Overexcited, the urge built.

"Miki... I'm gonna cum..."

I muttered, and she sped up.

"Go ahead, cum. All over my breasts."

Spurt, spurt.

A huge load erupted.

White, sticky semen splattered into Miki's cleavage.

It strung across her chest.

Coating her skin thickly.

Her huge breasts glistened with my cum.

Miki stopped and stared.

"Wow, Hiroki's cum is hot. You came a lot."

I panted, slumping in my chair.

My cock still twitched.

She crawled out from under the desk and wiped her chest with tissue.

Slowly, carefully.

Her breast curves jiggled with each wipe.

The lunch break chime rang.

Miki buttoned her blouse and smiled.

"This is our secret. Keep up the good work."

She left the booth.

I was dazed.

I tucked myself away and faced the computer, but my hands shook.

(Miki's huge titjob... I'll never forget it... I want it again...)

After that, my office life changed.

Every time I felt Miki's gaze, my crotch heated up.

But she stayed strict as always.

That midday temptation was our forbidden secret.

The summer day my virgin fantasies became reality.

Even now, just thinking about it makes my cock hard.