We pulled into the terminal at 3:32 a.m. Saturday morning. I got one last look at those fuck-me eyes and expression of the Jennifer Love Hewitt doppleganger stewardess Stacy as I deplaned. Arriving home was almost a carbon copy of when we arrived for the conference in Texas three days ago. The dozen or so passengers walked zombie-like through the empty terminal. The sound of floor buffers and the clackity clack of luggage wheels were the only sounds to be heard.
I got home around 5, peeled my sex stained clothes off, and passed out in my bed. After more than three days of what seemed like non-stop sex, my body and my dick needed a break.
As I pulled into the company parking lot Monday morning, I wondered what the office dynamics were going to be after our little foray into Texas. I quickly noticed Katherine was avoiding me at all costs. If she saw me coming down a hallway she quickly ducked into the nearest office or bathroom. Jenny overtly flirted with me, but that wasn’t unusual. She did that with all the guys. But she hadn’t just spent the past three days using their man meat as her personal vibrator. And Matt – poor, innocent Matt – would blush and pop a boner every time he saw Jenny or Katherine. Jenny thought it was cute. Katherine thought he might be coming down with something and placed a bottle of Purell on his desk.
Finally, on Wednesday afternoon, my desk phone rang. I smiled when I saw the caller I.D. It was Katherine. She wanted to know if I could come down to her office when I had a chance.
A few minutes later I got to her office. I noticed the blinds of the floor-to-ceiling plexiglass wall were already drawn. This should be really fun or really not fun I thought to myself.
I knocked on the glass door and walked in. I tried to act nonchalant. “Hey, Katherine, you wanted to see me? What’s up?”
“Yes, Mr. Alan, thank you for coming. Please, have a seat,” she said in her snooty Ivy-league tone. I could tell she was slightly uncomfortable though. She wasn’t her usual condescending self.
She looked fuckin’ hot as usual. Her self-confidence might have been knocked down a notch, but her hotness certainly hadn’t. If I didn’t know better, she did all of her clothes shopping in the children’s section. Her long blonde hair fell over 38-24-36 curves that were poured into a white satin button down shirt that was at least two sizes too small. The buttons dove deep into her cleavage. They must have been reinforced in order to keep from bursting from the force that fabulous chest was applying. The shirt was tucked into a tight black pencil skirt who’s hem landed at mid-thigh, revealing her toned legs and black stiletto heels.
“So, what’s up?” I asked. I was actually truly curious why she had called me down her after trying hard to avoid me the last two days.
She considered her words. “I thought we should talk…” She paused. “I thought we should talk about the events that took place last week at the conference.”
I smiled. “Oh yeah? Like, what events? A lot of things happened last week.” You mean like the night I fucked every hole you had? And you licked Jenny’s cunt? Or when Matt and I covered you in cum?
She swallowed hard. “I believe I owe you an apology.”
I definitely didn’t see that coming. I was caught completely off guard. “Uh, what? Really? Why’s that?”
“Well, I initially accused you of being infatuated with my breasts, which you vehemently denied. Shortly thereafter, after our first session, you accused me of having an obsession with your penis, which I also vehemently denied.” Where’s she going with this? “However, after last week, I realize that you may be right. It’s quite possible that, subconsciously, I’m infatuated with your penis.”
You could have knocked me over with a feather. “Excuse me?” Surely I heard that wrong.
“You tried to be a perfect gentleman last week,” she said with a straight face. I cleared my throat, choking back a laugh. Wow, she really doesn’t remember anything! “And, by all accounts, I gave in to my carnal instincts.” She paused. “Several times, so I’m told.”
“Oh, yeah, you mean like the night you brought those two old dudes back to your room and fucked all night?”
She was too shocked to reprimand me on my language. The air left her body. “You…you…you know about that?! Jenny told you about that?!”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Of course she did. She had to explain why she was coming to my room asking to spend the night with us that night.”
She put her head in her hands. “Oh my God! I’m ruined! Everybody knows!”
‘Settle down, settle down,” I said, trying to comfort her. “Out of town conferences are like Vegas. What happens at the conference, stays at the conference. Nobody knows but the four of us. Well, and the two old dudes.” I chuckled.
“Really?” I nodded my head. “Oh, thank goodness.” She took a deep breath. “But there’s still the issue of my…our…infatuation with each other’s body parts. My solution to the problem doesn’t seem to be working. Do you have any suggestions?”
How’s this for a suggestion? Show me those fuckin’ tits and take my cock down your throat! “Actually, I’ve done a little research on my own. It kind of follows your solution, but differently.” She asked me to explain. “So, one suggestion is that you draw whatever it is that your obsessed with. I tried to draw a picture of your tits, but I’m no artist.”
“Language, please.”
“Right, right. Your breasts. I drew a picture of your breasts. Anyway, would you like to draw a picture of my co…penis?”
“If you think that will help.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “That’s what it says.” That’s partially true. What I left out is it’s supposed to be an ugly picture of your obsession. Katherine pulled out a sketch pad and pencil. “Can you do it from memory? Or would you like me to pull it out? Strictly for modeling purposes, of course.” And then, when you’re done, I’m going to fuck you ’til you scream with it!
“Yes, that would be most helpful if you don’t mind, Mr. Alan.” I happily whipped out my stiff 9″ muscle. She stared at it longingly and licked her lips without realizing it. Her cheeks became a rosy red. “Ummm, uh, yes, uh, thank you very much. That’s, uh, very nice…er, I mean, helpful.”
“Now, c’mon, it’s only fair for you to allow me to see what I’m supposedly obsessed with, don’t you think, Katherine?”
“Oh! Yes, of course. That’s a very good point. It’s only fair. Yes, I’m sorry. How unthoughtful of me.”
She leaned back and began to casually pop each button. She untucked it from her skirt and pulled it back, revealing a lacy white bra. Her pink, half-dollar size areolas were hidden in plain sight. Her erect, gumdrop-size nipples looked like two pencil erasers popping out. She folded the blouse nice and neat and laid it gently on her desk. Then she reached behind her, unclasped her lacy bra, and casually slid the thin straps down her arms. Once again, she folded the bra and daintily placed it on top of the blouse.
Her tits were fucking fabulous! Lightly tanned to match the rest of her sexy body. I always found it interesting that Miss Uptight had no tan lines anywhere, meaning she tanned in the nude. Her tits sat up firm and high. They were incredible.
She looked at me and asked with a straight face, “Better?”
I nodded. “Oh yeah, much better.”
She stared at my pole again, then went to work on her sketch pad. She would look up occasionally and go back to her masterpiece while I slowly jacked off and I watched her tits rest on the cherry wood desk.
After 10 minutes or so she put down her pencil and sat up. “There, done.”
“Oh yeah?” I rose from my chair and started to quickly walk around her desk. “Let me see.”
Being the fine artist that she is, Katherine had drawn a perfect replica of what she loved. The shading around the veiny shaft made it appear to almost pulse with life. The model for the drawing was rubbing against her arm.
“Okay. So, you have to give it a name. Something nasty. Which, in your case, would be what everybody else calls it. Cock. From now on you need to refer to it as a cock.”
Her eyes bounced between my face and my rod. “Yes, fine. Cock.” She swallowed hard. “Cock. Yes, if that’s what you suggest. Cock.”
“Right. Good girl. Now, right that in big, bold letters across your image. ‘Mark’s cock’. That way you instantly put the two together.” Because all I want you thinking about is my cock. She picked her pencil back up and sketched in big, bold lettering “Mark’s Cock”. “Good, perfect. Now put it in your top drawer Whenever you think about it, even a little, open your drawer and stare at it. Okay?”
She scooted back, pulled the drawer open, and dropped it in. I smiled. How awesome would it be if someone accidently opened her drawer and saw that?! I thought to myself. “Is that it?” she asked.
“Is that it?! Ha! Hardly!” I laughed. “So, now you have to have something physical to go along with that. Something that sends a chill up your spine. Something that you associate with only that obsession. Do you have something like that with my cock.” I emphasized the word “cock”.
She batted her eyes at the harshness of the word while she thought about it. “Yes. Yes, I guess I do. My first thought when I think about…it…”
I interrupted her. “It? What it?”
She swallowed hard. “Your…cock. When I think about your…cock…the first thing I think of is when it…it…when we’re having anal intercourse.”
That one caught me by surprise. I thought it would be sucking on it, or just the mere sight of it. But in her ass? I didn’t see that coming. “Okay, first of all, ‘anal intercourse’ isn’t nasty. Fucking your ass, my cock buried in your ass, something like that.”
Her eyes fluttered again. “Yes, fine. When…when…you’re…fucking my ass. That’s the first thing I think of.”
“Okay. So we need to put that feeling together with that drawing right now.”
Her eyes opened wide. “Right now?! Like, right here, right now?!”
I nodded my head. “That’s what they say.”
She took a deep breath. “Fine. Can we lock the door at least?”
“Absolutely.” She watched my cock bounce as I walked across the room to the lock the door and back. When I got back to her I said, “Let’s have you stand up. Keep the drawer pulled up so you can stare at your drawing while I fuck your ass. That way you can burn that feeling into that image.”
She scooted her chair back and stood up. “Yes, that makes sense.” Without a word, she unzipped her dress and let it fall around her ankles, revealing a lacy white thong. She grabbed it and pulled it to the floor, also, then stepped out of the clothing. Once again, she neatly folded both articles of clothing and placed them on top of the clothing already on her desk, leaving only her stilettos on.
She was stunning! Her tan 5′ 5″ frame and 38-24-36 curves were on full display. I almost came right there. But I fought the urge. I wanted to fuck that ass good and hard! She hesitantly bent over and grabbed the edge of her desk. Her face hovered over the open drawer and the image she had just drawn.
Her body tensed a little when I gently ran my hands across her toned ass. “Let’s get you lubed up a little,” I said as I bent over. Katherine nearly came out of her high heels when I spit once, then again onto her puckered rosebud. It quivered when I placed my finger on it and ran swirls around it. She lightly gasped each time I pressed in the center in mid swirl. She was so preoccupied with the attention to her ass, she didn’t notice when I reached around her waist. She gave a loud yelp the first time I flicked at her raised clit. It was hard and angry. “Damn, Katherine, you’re soaked,” I said in a mocking tone. Her lips were swollen and slick.
“I…I…I can’t help it,” she quietly muttered.
“Tell you what. I think it would be best if I stuck my cock in your pussy for a little bit. You know, just to get it lubed up good before I shove it up your ass.” She couldn’t see my sneer.
She nodded. “Yes. Yes. I think that…that would be best,” she said anxiously.
I slid between her sexy, parted legs. I held my tool still. I leaned forward. She lightly yipped when my tip touched her puffy lips. I leaned in further. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. She squealed when my bulbous head slipped through her velvety folds. I fell forward until I was balls deep.
Katherine’s head flew back. “Oh! Oh God!”
I grabbed her hips and paused. “Fuck, Katherine! Your pussy’s so tight! Jesus Christ, it’s like a vise grip!”
“Oh my God, Mr. Alan! Your…your penis is so big!”
“My what? What’s so big, Katherine?”
“Oh! Oh yes. Your…your…mmmmmm…your cock is so big!”
I chuckled. “And my fat fuckin’ cock is about to fuck your ass.” She gasped at the words. “But first I’m gonna fuck this cunt.”
She barked when I pulled back and threw my hips forward. “Oh God!”
The sound of skin slapping skin soon drowned out my growls and her moans. Her face bounced over the black and white image of my cock while the real thing drilled her gash hard and fast.
I could feel her body heat rise. Her panting quickened.
“Oh God! Mr. Alan! Oh God! You’re going to make me orgasm!”
I slowed my pumps. “For one, you’re going to cum. Got it, bitch? You’re going to cum. Secondly, call me Mark. Call me Mr. Alan one more time and I swear to God I’ll never let you cum ever again. Got it?” I hissed.
“Oh God! Yes! Yes! Mark…Mark…you’re going to make me…mmmmm…cum!”
“Ha! Not yet you’re not!” I laughed as I quickly pulled out of her snatch.
Her head snapped around. “Wait! What?! I did as you asked!”
“Yes you did. Good girl. Your reward is you’re going to cum while I fuck your ass,” I said through slit eyes. She gasped at the thought. A chill ran up her spine when I touched my slick head to her moist rosebud. “You’d better relax, Katherine, or this is gonna hurt like a motherfucker.”
She nodded her head and took a deep breath, then another. I felt her ass muscles relax. I pressed harder. The tip slipped in. She took two more deep breathes. The purple head disappeared. Another deep breath. Suddenly, I flew passed her sphincter and was balls deep.
“Oh my God!” she barked.
“Jesus Christ, Katherine! Your ass is even tighter than your cunt!” I announced.
“You’re…you’re…you’re going to split me in two!” she moaned.
I leaned forward until I was against her back. I was buried as far as I’d ever been with her before. She whimpered at my girth. I grabbed both of her fleshy globes and squeezed hard.
“Does your husband ever fuck you in the ass?” I whispered in her ear, already knowing the answer.
She shook her head. “No.”
She yelped when I tweaked her nipples. “Why not?” I whispered again.
“I…I…I don’t know.”
“I do, ” I said as I stood back up. “Because you only want me fucking your ass, don’t you, Katherine? You only want my fat cock fucking your ass, don’t you?” I said in a menacing tone.
She shook her head. “No! No, that’s not true,” she whined.
“Liar!” I pulled back and drove my prod back into her dark hole.
“Oh God!” she shrieked.
“Say it! Say it, you bitch. Tell me I’m the only cock you want fucking your ass,” I snarled.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “Yes! Yes, it’s true,” she said defeatedly. “You’re the only one I want…fucking my ass! I only want you fucking my ass with that big, fat cock!”
I chuckled just before I pulled back and drove it home again.
“Oh my God!” she shrieked louder.
“Tell me how badly you want me to fuck your tight little ass,” I said in a low, mocking tone.
“Yes! Oh God, yes! Fuck my tight little ass! I love how your big, fat cock feels in my ass! Please! Oh God, please! Please fuck my tight little ass!”
I gripped her ample hips tight and laughed. With that, I started to plow her sweet little ass like a mule through a field. Her head was bowed while she grunted and groaned and begged me to fuck her ass.
It wasn’t long before I gave her her just reward. She squealed when I reached around and swatted my beefy finger and her twitching bean. I swatted at it twice more, bringing two more loud squeals.
“Cum for me, you little bitch! Show me how a slutty little bitch cums when she’s being fucked in the ass,” I commanded while I rubbed and pressed on her button.
“Oh God, yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Oh God, don’t stop! Oh my God! You’re going to…going to…cumming! Cumming! Cumminggggaaaaahhhh!”
Her body erupted with an orgasm like she’d never known. I pumped her ass as hard as I could while it convulsed around my throbbing muscle. It twitched like a tuning fork under my thumb. Anyone walking past her door would have surely thought she was being mauled by a pack of wild animals.
When her tremors finally slowed, I decided it was my turn. “Katherine, when you think about my fat cock fucking your ass, when you dream about it, where do I cum? Where do you want me to cum?” I asked in a sinister voice.
“My tits! Oh God, my tits! You…you…I want you to cum on my tits!”
I pulled out and squeezed my hose. “On your knees, bitch.” She quickly spun around and dropped to her knees. “C’mon, hold ’em up! Hold those fuckers up!”
She cupped her breasts and sat up straight. They were so close I was almost hitting them while I stroked my meat.
My body stuttered. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck yeah! Cumming! Cumming! Oh fuck gggguuuuhhhhhhh!”
A thick, white rope shot out and crashed into her chest. The force splattered it across the top of her beautiful tits.
“Ooooo yay! Oh yeah! Cum on my tits! Oh yeah!” she said as she shook her torso, which only spread the following spurts across more acreage.
When my balls finally stopped throbbing, I shook my hose at her. The creamy spunk that was left in the veins of my beast shot out in droplets across her cheek and into her long, blonde hair.
I stepped back to survey my work. “Fuck yeah, that was awesome,” I moaned. “Do you remember what to do next?”
She thought about it. “Oh yes! I remember!” She lifted a cum covered tit up and lowered her head. She began to lap at the spunk like a dog licking his water dish. The sight almost made me hard again.
I backed away. “Okay. So, when you think about my cock, you need to open that drawer and look at that picture. And then think about what we just did here. Okay?”
She got off her knees and fell into her chair. “Yes, I understand. So, is that it?”
I laughed. “Ha! Is that it? Hardly!” I tucked my big boy back into his cage.
“More? Seriously?” She sighed when I nodded my head with a smirk. She reached over and pulled a couple of tissues from her tissue box and dabbed at her chest. “Would you be so kind as to bring me a towel from the bathroom, please?”
I unlocked the door. “No.”
“No?!” she shrieked. “What…what…what am I supposed to do with…this?!” she asked motioning to her sticky chest.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I dunno. That’s another part of recovery. Disgust. You have to feel disgust towards your infatuation.” I opened the door and walked out. “I’ll call you later.”
I heard “You…you…you son of a bitch!” just before the door closed behind me.
For giggles, I waited down the hallway to see what would happen. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before I saw her head peek out into the hallway. When she thought the coast was clear, she threw herself into the hallway. She’d put her skirt back on, but she ran away from me down the hall naked from the waist up with her shirt and bra in her hand. Dammit! I should’ve waited at the other end! I thought to myself. Watching her cum splattered tits bounce while she ran would have been a sight to behold. She ducked into the bathroom just as a co-worker rounded the corner.
The next day I called her office from mine.
“Hello, Mr. Alan,” she said coldly. She was probably still pissed about how yesterday ended.
“Excuse me?” I asked brusquely.
There was a pause followed by a gasp. “Mark! Mark! I’m so sorry! Mark!”
I smiled. Ah. So she does want me to make her cum again. Good to know. “Hey, can you come down to my office when you get a chance, please?”
A few minutes later she walked into my office. Fuck she’s hot! Today she had a light, tight fitting plaid shirt on whose first button swept well into her cleavage. The material was thin enough one could plainly see she had a frilly black bra on today. The shirt was tucked into a short blue jeans skirt with tan wedge sandals on her feet. Either it was cold in the hallway (it wasn’t) or she was excited already because her thick nipples were trying to shred holes in her top. I motioned to a chair on the other side of my desk and asked her to take a seat.
“So, what can I do for you today, Mr. A…uh, Mark?” she asked as she sat down.
I sat back into my chair. “Well, I thought we’d talk a little more about these infatuations we have with each other.”
“Yes! Wonderful!” Hmmmmm, she’s a little too excited. Good.
“So, part of it, from what I’ve read, is having the infatuation cause you embarrassment or humiliation.”
Her facial expression changed. “Oh? And, uh, how do we do that, exactly?”
“Well, I thought we’d start by you getting naked, climbing under my desk, and sucking my cock.”
“What?!” she screeched. I rolled my chair away from my desk with a smile. I was naked from the waist down with a raging hard on. Her mouth flew open. “Oh my God!” I smiled wide, grabbed the base, and shook it at her. Her eyes went from her infatuation to my eyes and back again. “E-e-even if I did that, how would that embarrass or humiliate you?”
“Can you imagine how I would feel if someone walked into my office while you were giving me a blowjob?” I’d feel pretty fucking awesome!
She thought about it. “Well, I suppose that’s true.” Ha! Dumb, naïve bitch!
“So, what do you say? Shall we continue or not?”
“it would probably be best if we continue,” she said flatly.
She timidly walked around my desk to my side. She paused for a moment, then began to unbutton her shirt, all the while keeping an eye on the door. She peeled off the shirt, neatly folded it, and handed to me. I couldn’t take my eyes off the flesh that was spilling over her bra, begging to be set free, which it soon was. She reached behind her, unclasped the black material, and let the straps fall down her arms until they were in her hands. She folded it in half and handed it to me. I watched her tits sway as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground, quickly followed by the black g-string underneath it. She knelt on the ground, grabbed her garments, folded them, and handed them to me, as well. She took one last peek over the desk towards the door, looked up at me, and backed under my desk. I opened a desk drawer and carelessly stuffed the neatly folded clothes into it.
I slid forward as far as I could. I shuddered when her soft, warm hand wrapped itself around my thick shaft. She slowly, gently stroked it up and down. I could see the top of her blonde head move forward. I felt the heat of her breath rush across the purple tip.
“Oh fuck!” I moaned quietly when my bloated head passed through her lips into her hot mouth.
Soon I was slamming against the back of her mouth. My hand was on the back of her head, helping her keep rhythm. She softly gurgled and slurped.
I leaned down. “Take it down your throat. Take it down your throat, you bitch. You did it at the conference, you can do it here.” Her face drove forward and stayed there until she gagged trying to take my girth in. Then my head flew back into my leather chair. “Oh fuck!” Her nose was buried in my groin. She had taken me into her throat.
Katherine had a nice rhythm going when there was a knock on the door. She froze. Mike popped his head in the door.
“Got a minute?” he asked.
I waved him in. I had already arranged a 2 pm meeting with him, hoping Katherine would be doing exactly she was doing when I scheduled it. “Nah, man, c’mon in. Ga!” I sat up straight for a moment. Her taking me back into her throat caught me off guard.
Mike looked at me quizzically. “You all right?”
“Yeah yeah, I’m good. No worries.”
Mike and I talked about a couple of projects we were working on before we moved on to general bullshit. Katherine had her hand wrapped around my throbbing beef and stroking it. Her stroke followed her head. It felt like she was giving me a handjob and a blowjob at the same time. It was heavenly.
“Have you seen Katherine today? Man, she’s fuckin’ hot, isn’t she?!” I asked with a smirk. Whenever Mike was in my office, the talk usually turned to how we’d abuse the hot women in the office. Katherine froze again. I’m sure her ears perked up at the sound of her name.
“Hell yeah I have! Goddamn! What I wouldn’t give to stuff my dick between those fuckin’ fun bags of hers!”
Katherine’s head started to bob again. I heard her give an almost inaudible squeak. My guess is she just flicked her own clit. I figured hearing us talk about her would either turn her on or disgust her. It appears to be the first.
“I know, right? Would you rather cum on her tits or her face?”
“Do I have to make a choice?” We both laughed at the comment. “I’ve heard a couple of rumors about her at the conference.” Once again her head stopped.
This was news to me. Nobody had said anything to me about it. I was genuinely interested to hear what he had to say. “Oh? Like what?”
“I heard she got fuckin’ hammered a couple of nights! Ha ha ha!” The thought of Katherine drunk really amused him. “I had a vendor call me Monday. He asked me if I knew her. I said hell yeah I do. He talked about how hot she was. Wanted to know more about her. Wanted to know if she was married! Ha!” Her head started to bob again. “He said something about how provocatively she was dressed for her presentation. I said yep, that’s our Katherine. He said it was the best fucking seminar he attended, and it had nothing to do with the presentation!” We both had a good laugh. If he only knew I thought. Katherine was sucking harder.
I grabbed a note pad and scribbled on it. I held my finger to my lips to signal “be quiet”. I held it up to him. It said “Can you keep a secret?” He furrowed his brow and nodded his head. I held my finger to my lips again and nodded for him to come around my desk.
Mike had a look of confusion on his face. He carefully walked around my desk. His eyes bounced from my face with a wicked grin to the desk, back and forth. As he rounded the corner I held my finger to my lips again and nodded down to my lap.
His eyebrows nearly flew off his head. His jaw hit the floor when he saw the top of a blonde head under my desk. He couldn’t help it. A small gasp slipped through his lips. I wrinkled my eyebrows and gave an emphatic “quiet!” look. His face said “Shit! My bad!” I waved him back to his seat. He sat down in utter shock.
He mouthed “Who is that?”
I grinned. I mouthed “Katherine.”
The top of his head flew off. “No fucking way!” his lips silently shouted. I just grinned and nodded my head. He slumped back in the chair. He had a noticeable bulge in his pants.
I scribbled on the pad again and held it up. “Want some?” I watched his heart stop.
It was easy to read his lips. “Hell yeah I do!”
I ripped off a new sheet and scribbled “Act like you heard something. You’re suspicious.”
It took a second for it to register. Then he mouthed “Oh! Okay.” He paused. “Hey, do I hear something? I hear something. What do I hear?”
Katherine froze.
I choked back a laugh. “What? Like what? I don’t hear anything?”
Mike was trying not to laugh. He composed himself. “Like, I dunno. It kinda sounded like…I dunno. It was weird. I almost sounding like…like a slurping sound or something.”
“Nah. You’re hearing things.” I shoved down on Katherine’s head.
“There! Right there! That was like a gag or something! What the fuck?!”
“Dude, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Wait…hey! Where do you think…”
Mike was on my side of the desk. He was pointing under my desk. “There! Right there! Who is that?! Has she…has she…has she been giving you a blowjob this whole time?!”
I started to roll my chair back. “Looks like the jig is up, Katherine. Might as well come on outta there,” I said as defeatedly as I could.
She was curled up in a ball in the cubby hole. “No! Wait! No! I…I…”
Mike tried to act shocked. He did a pretty good job. “Katherine?! Holy shit! What the fuck?!”
“I…I…” she whimpered. She was too embarrassed to correct him on his language.
“C’mon, Katherine. C’mon out.” I held out my hand. She looked at me mournfully. “Remember…embarrassed or humiliated.”
She looked at the ground. “Oh my God,” she sighed.
Mike watched intently as she crawled out and stood up. She covered her breasts and her groin as best as she could. She turned her back to Mike. Her entire body was red.
“Where are my clothes?” she asked quietly.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said wickedly. “We’re not done yet.”
“What?! What do you mean?!”
I wrapped my long arm around her waist and pulled her towards me. “C’mere. We’re not done yet. C’mon, let’s show Mike how much you love cock.”
The words were like a punch to the gut. “What?!” she screamed. “What…what…no! No way!”
I looked at Mike with a crooked grin. He was leering at Katherine’s naked body. “She loves cock. She puts on a good act, but she loves cock.”
“That…that…that’s not true!” she howled.
I looked up at her. “Really? Would you like me to tell him all about the conference? You and the two guys?” Mike’s eyes got wide.
“What?! No!”
“Then climb aboard the cock train, baby.” I waved my pole at her.
“W-w-why?” she said softly.
I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s part of the rehab. It’s for the best.” I looked at Mike. “Katherine believes that I’m infatuated with her tits. How about you, Mike? Do you like her tits?”
“Hell yeah I do!” Katherine looked at the ground embarrassed. Embarrassed for a different reason. Someone was admiring her breasts right there in front of her. She felt a corner of her mouth curl up into a tiny smile.
“And she’s admitted that she’s infatuated with my cock. Aren’t you Katherine? Go ahead, tell him.”
Katherine continued to look at the floor. “Yes. I…I…”
“C’mon. Go ahead. Say it!”
“Yes. It’s true. I…I…I’m infatuated with Mark’s…cock,” she said quietly. Mike went slack jawed.
“C’mon, Katherine, let’s show Mike How much you love my cock. C’mon.” She jumped when I slapped her on the ass.
“Mark…please…” Much as she was turned on under the desk while these two men talked about her while she sucked dick, she was becoming annoyingly turned on at the thought of fucking this huge cock in front of a co-worker. Am I becoming the slut Jenny says I am? she thought to herself.
She stepped in front of me and faced me. I watched her tits bounce as she started to step over my legs. As much as I hated to, I stopped her.
“Hang on. Turn around. I want Mike to see your face and your tits while I fuck you.” Mike couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He thought his cock was going to tear through his jeans.
She looked me in the eyes. “Mark…please…”
“C’mon! Let’s go!” The forcefulness of my voice startled her.
She backed up and spun around. I watched her heart shaped ass move closer to me. Not as great a view as watching her tits and pussy, but I’ll take it. I held my weapon steady while she grabbed the arms of my chair and lowered herself down. She paused when she touched my hard tip.
I smiled. “Why Katherine, you’re soaked. I can feel it. You’re dripping wet,” I said in a mocking tone.
She shook her head. “No, that’s not true.” She knew it was a lie. She could feel her juices running down her thighs.
“If that were true, I wouldn’t be able to do this.”
Before the words could register with her brain, I threw my hips in the air as hard as I could. My aim was true. My knife cut through her slit like a hot knife through butter. She barked when my skin slapped against her. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back down. The chair squeaked from the force of our bodies landing in it.
“Oh my God, Mark! Oh my God!” she howled.
I took a deep breath. “Jesus Christ, Katherine! Your cunt is so fucking tight! Your husband must not fuck you enough,” I chuckled in her ear.
“Don’t speak of my husband! It’s because you’re…you’re so big!”
“What’s so big, Katherine?” I whispered in her ear.
“You’re…you’re cock! Oh my God! It…it’s so big!”
I almost forgot Mike was standing there. I grinned at his stunned face. He had his perfectly average sized cock out of his pants and was stroking it. “You wouldn’t believe how tight her fucking cunt is.” He couldn’t speak a word. I turned my attention back to Katherine. “C’mon, Katherine, let’s show him how a good little Catholic cunt fucks.”
She leaned forward and placed her hands on my knees while I grabbed her hips. Slowly she began to slide up and down on my pole. It wasn’t long before she was lost in her own pleasure and forgot Mike was standing there. She was clamping down on me hard. I was about to remind her we had company.
I grabbed her hips and stopped her bouncing. “We’re not being very hospitable to our guest, Katherine.” She gasped when I grabbed her tits and pulled her back into my chest, giving Mike a perfect view of my trunk stuffed into her gash. “C’mere, Mike. Let’s see if we can really split this bitch’s cunt open.”
Katherine and Mike had the same look on their faces. Shock.
“Seriously?” Mike asked in disbelief.
“Wait! What?! You…you both can’t fit…in there!” Katherine cried out in horror.
“Katherine, you can squeeze a kid with a head the size of a bowling ball out of there. You can take two cocks.”
Mike moved in quickly.
“Wait! Wait! Oh God, wait!” Katherine screeched.
“You’d better relax, Katherine, or this is gonna hurt like a motherfucker,” I whispered in her ear.
Mike touched her swollen lips. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh-ho-ho God!” she whimpered.
Mike leaned forward. I felt his pole pressing against mine. He leaned in more. Her teeth clenched. He pushed. She gave a quiet squeak. One more push.
Her head pushed into my chest. “Oh God! Oh my gawwwwwwd!”
I felt his balls slap against mine. “Oh fuck! Ohhhhhh fuck!” he moaned when he landed.
He soon had a tit in his mouth and was rocking back and forth. There wasn’t much I could do without throwing them both out of my lap. So I let his thrusts and her glides up and down my shaft keep me stimulated. The room quickly smelled like sweat and sex. It was filled with lots of moans, groans, and cursing of the gods.
A few minutes later, Katherine’s sexy body began to convulse. Her nails raked across Mike’s back.
“Oh God! Oh God, yes! Fuck me with your big cocks! Oh yes! Oh God yes!”
I egged her on while I roughly squeezed her globes. “That’s right! Cum for us, Katherine! Cum for us! Show Mike how a little slut cums with two cocks stuffed in her cunt!!”
Mike was pumping at her hole. “Come on, Katherine, come on! Cum on my cock for me! Yeah, do it!”
Her claws dug into Mike’s flesh through his shirt. “Oh God, yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Oh God, don’t stop! Oh my God! You’re going to…going to…cumming! Cumming! Cumminggggaaaaahhhh!”
Her body spasmed like I’d never seen before in all the times I’d fucked her. She demanded we don’t stop while she begged the heavens for mercy. It felt as if a California earthquake was tearing through her body. The orgasm was so violent and long the room started to spin and become dark.
Just when she thought she was going to pass out, the earthquake pulled back and subsided, but Mike’s thrusts into her hips didn’t. Not until she pushed back on his chest.
“Oh God! Please…please stop! Let me catch my breath!” she panted.
I grabbed her hips and started to push. “Yeah, c’mon Mike. Now it’s our turn.”
Just as Mike fell out of her, she snapped her head around. “Your turn?! What does that mean, your turn?!”
She was finally off of my stick. I rose up from my chair. My eyes were slits. “Our turn.” I paused. “Tell Mike what you really think of when you think about my cock.”
Her hand covered her mouth and she gasped. She shook her head. “No…please.”
“Go on. Tell him,” I growled.
Her hands wrapped around her waist. She stared at the floor. Mike’s cock bounced in the air while he waited for an answer. He felt like it was the answer to the cliffhanger of a movie.
Her chest was tight. The insides of her thighs were shiny with her juices. “I…I…I think about…his cock…in my ass. I think about his fat cock fucking my ass.”
It was Mike’s turn to gasp. “Hooooooly shit,” he moaned.
“Mike, over here. Against my desk.” I grabbed Katherine’s arm and spun her around. “C’mon. Bend over, bitch. You’re about to get your wish while you show Mike what a good little cocksucker you are.” I looked at Mike’s wide eyes grinning. “She sucks dick like a pro.”
Without protest, Katherine bent over. She placed a hand on either side of Mike and gripped the edge of my desk. His tool bounced on her nose. She paused.
Mike’s head flew back. “Oh fuck!” he was down her throat on the first dive. “She fucking deep throats, too?! Oh fuck!”
I laughed at his reaction while I watched the back of her head move back and forth. I slid behind her and she parted her legs. Her rosebud trembled at the touch of my wand. Her ass and I were dripping with her cum. I held my poker steady and pushed. I slipped past her sphincter with surprising ease. She gave a loud, muffled squeal when my balls slapped against her soft skin.
“Oh fuck yeah!” I groaned. “That’s the shit dreams are made of right there.” I grabbed her hips and quickly began to pummel her ass.
“Jesus Christ, Katherine! Your ass is still tight even after I fucked it yesterday! I think I need to fuck it more often!”
“Mmmmmhmmmm! Mmmmmhmmmm!” came the stifled reply.
Mike looked at me. “Goddamn, dude, you weren’t fucking kidding! She loves sucking dick!”
“Mmmmmhmmmm! Mmmmmhmmmm!”
Each thrust of my hips drove her nose into Mike’s stomach. His balls slapped against her chin. Each ram of his hips only sent me deeper into her darkness.
I decided she deserved a reward for being such a good girl. While Mike gripped the back of her head with one hand and molested a fleshy mound with the other, I reached around and pressed her excited button. Hard.
She squealed like I’d stuck her with 1,000 needles. I rubbed and pinched her still sensitive kernel. Her ass wiggled against my hips. I slipped two beefy fingers into her greased gash. Another squeal. I pumped my fingers in and out of her slit while I continued to pump her ass full of meat. I pressed on her bean with my thumb. She lifted onto the balls of her feet.
“Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm! Ggggggggg! Mmmmggggggg!”
A stampede of thunder and lightning raced through her body like someone had plugged her into an outlet. Her legs were on fire. Her heart raced. She forgot about the two cocks holding her up. All she could think about was not passing out.
When I felt her go lip on my prop, I pulled out. She almost immediately collapsed to the floor. To her credit, she continued to suck Mike off.
Until I said, “C’mon, dude. It’s time to paint this bitch!” Katherine released him from her mouth and sat up as straight as she could.
“Oh hell yeah!” Mike said as he took himself into his hand and stroked like a man possessed. He palmed the top of her head and held it firm and steady. He placed the tip of his pud against her forehead. His body jerked. “Fuck! Oh fuck!”
A thick gob of milky white goo spurted out the tip of his prong, quickly followed by a second and third. He ran his paint brush down her face until he was pressed against her lips. She took the hint. She opened wide and allowed him to shove his throbbing muscle down her throat. She felt more of his thick jizz roll down the back of her throat while the spunk on her forehead worked its way down the bridge of her nose and across her eyelid.
He pulled out of her face with a pop. He slapped the top of her head with his rod, shooting small droplets of cum and spit down the part in her blonde hair.
“Fuck me,” he moaned as he took two steps back.
He pulled out just in time for me to dump my load.
“C’mere, Katherine! C’mon, bitch! Hold those fat fuckin’ tits up here!”
She looked up at me with her cum covered face and cupped her fantastic, tan globes. “C’mon, you son of a bitch,” she purred. “C’mon, give it to me. Cover my tits with your cum.”
That was all I needed to hear. “Oh fuck! Cumming! Cumming! Cummingggaaaaahhhh!”
A thick white rope shot out of my hose like it’d been fired out of a cannon. It shot across a tit and crashed into her sternum. It splattered across her chest, looking like I had taken a paint brush and waved it at her tits. My body jerked and two more shots rang out. These didn’t have the force or arc of the first. It landed on top of one fleshy mound and spread across the other. My hips jerked twice more spreading more sticky goo across her chest.
I finally snatched her head and yanked it to my groin. She swallowed me whole and sucked me hard. While her hand stroked me and her lips sucked me, I looked at Mike with a wicked grin.
“See that? Ass to mouth without a peep. She’s been trained well.”
Katherine heard how Mike and I had been talking about her. How we spoke to her while we were fucking her brains out. She felt the cum running down her face. Through her cleavage. Dripping off her rock hard nipples. Her pussy throbbed. Am I enjoying this? she wondered while I fucked her throat. Could it be possible? Have I become the slut Jenny said I was becoming? The fuck doll these men thought I was? Might they be right?!
I finally pulled out of her face with a pop. I stepped back and surveyed the damage Mike and I had done. I was satisfied.
“C’mon, Katherine, what’re you waiting for? You know what to do now.”
She thought for a moment. “Oh! Yes! I’m sorry.”
I thought Mike was going to have a stroke when she lifted a heavy breast and began to slap her tongue at it. With each swat, her tongue turned white with a thick coating of spunk, that was a rosy red each time it shot out of her lips.
“Goddamn, Katherine, you look hot as fuck covered in cum,” I said sincerely.
“I feel sticky,” she said as she sucked on her fingers like she’d just finished a chicken dinner.
I held my finger up. “Hang on one second. Don’t move.” I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out my phone. I held it up quickly. The flash went off.
Katherine gasped. “Did you…did you…did you just take a picture of me?!”
“Fuck yeah I did,” I said with a chuckle while Mike and I admired my photography skills. “That’s a keeper right there.”
“Send me a copy,” Mike said.
“Don’t you dare!” she screamed.
I shrugged. “Sorry, dude. I’ve heard that tone before. She means it.”
She looked at us through cum covered eye lashes. “Would one of you gentlemen be so kind as to retrieve a towel for me to remove this, uh, ejaculate from my body, please?”
I looked sharply at her. “Ejaculate? You mean cum? Wipe the cum off your sexy little slut body? Is that what you mean? Say it!”
The gruffness of the words startled her. She gathered her wits about her. Her voice and body language changed. “Would…would one of you boys mind bringing me a towel so I can wipe this…cum…off my…slutty little body? Please?”
I scratched my chin. “Mmmmm, no, I think not. The bathroom’s right down the hallway. You can run pretty quick. No one will see you if you’re lucky.”
She gasped. “I can’t run through the hallway like…like…like this!” She waved her hands across her body. “And I’d have to run past our managers office! No! Please! I’m begging you! Don’t make me do it again!”
“Again?” Mike whispered.
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll make you a deal. You promise not to wear underwear of any kind the rest of the month and Mike’ll run down and grab you a couple of towels.” It was the third of the month.
“Grrrrrrrrrrr,” she growled through clenched teeth. “Fine! I’ll do it.” She felt her pussy throb at the thought.
Matt snapped to attention. “I’ll get one! I’ll be right back.”
“Good job, Katherine. I think we made a lot of progress today, don’t you?”
She thought about it. Am I actually enjoying this? Isn’t this supposed to repulse me? “Yes, I do as well, Mark. So, what’s next?”
I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. Hmmmmm, good question. What’s next? “I dunno. It’s like a 12 step program. I didn’t commit all of it to memory. I’ll have to look it up.”
“Yes. Very good.”
Mike came back into the room with two soft white towels. We could feel chubbies growing in our pants again while we watched her torso and face turn from a creamy white to a natural tan again.
“My clothes, please.”
I went back into my drawer and pulled out the skirt and blouse and tossed them to her.
She held out her hand after she had finished dressing. “May I at least have my underwear? Those are quite expensive, you know?”
I closed the drawer. “Swing by at 5. I’ll give them to you then.”
“Fine. Are we done here then?” she asked flatly.
I nodded my head. “I’m good. How about you, Mike?”
“Nope, I’m good. I’m better than good,” he said with enthusiasm.
“Fine.” She turned to the door and stopped. She looked directly into Mike’s face. “Please, not a word of this leaves this office. Please.”
He held up his hand. “Scout’s honor.”
“Good. Thank you.” She opened the door. Two members of her team were coming down the hallway. “Well, uh, thank you for your time, gentlemen. I feel that accomplished quite a lot today. I think it was a productive meeting.” She hoped her co-workers didn’t notice the smell of sex coming out of my office or the scent of cum on her breath.
“Oh yeah! Me, too!” Mike replied with a little too much excitement.
I sat back in my chair. “Absolutely! I’ll schedule a follow up and touch base with you later, Katherine.”
“Yes, very well. I look forward to it.” Mike looked down the hallway and watched her walk away.
‘I look forward to it?’ I thought to myself with a smile. I need to come up with something good. Mike was still looking down the hallway. “Well, that was fun,” I said.
He looked back at me. His face was beaming. “Hell yeah it was! I…I…I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it for myself.”
“Ha! Dude, you don’t know the half of it.”
“Oh shit! Ha ha ha!” We had a good laugh. I did know the half of it and Mike enjoyed fantasizing about it. “You’ll have to fill me in later. But, shit, I gotta go. My boss probably thinks I fell in or something.”
Mike’s phone dinged as he walked down the hallway. He looked at it. It was a text from me. With an attachment. He couldn’t wait to get home and spend some quality time with his phone.