Jenny finally understood the power of Cupid's Kiss as Ben gently and lovingly pushed the seven-inch pink dildo into her pussy as she lay exposed on her office desk. She was determined to promote the artificial pheromone like the addictive drug that it was. Thankfully, it wasn't actually a drug. It was technically a fragrance. She still had a few misgivings about it, but she didn't want to acknowledge them as Ben stuffed her horny body with the slippery sex toy. Then he leaned down and lapped his warm tongue over her clit, forcing her to abandon all rational thought for a moment.
Jenny groaned softly as her inner muscles flexed on the firm silicone. Ben's hot breath felt wonderful on her crotch as his tongue lovingly massaged her clit. Her legs twitched as he began to work the dildo in and out of her body, pulling it through her swollen lips like the gentle lover that he was. She was determined to make the situation a common occurrence. Her life had been predictably lonely until thirty-six hours earlier. That's when Ben caught her attention. The very next day, she decided she was in love with him, just in time for Valentine's Day.
Jenny had known Ben at a distance for years. A unique chemical compound rightfully called Cupid's Kiss finally brought their antisocial-selves together. Ben had been working on the synthetic pheromone enhancer for half a decade, and Jenny was glad he decided to attract her with it. Ben would soon be christened Saint Valentine II, and she was his muse. She gasped as Ben thrust the dildo deeper and applied steady, rhythmic licking against her clit, driving an overwhelming erotic tingle deeper into her cunt. She ran her fingers into his dark hair and pulled it as she squirmed against her desk. She couldn't take the delicious tickling anymore. She cringed and cried out as he mercilessly pleasured her clit and massaged her aching pussy. The hard silicone felt wonderful, thrusting against her twitching muscles as an orgasm rocked through her body. She was surprised by her own noisy cries as she rode the toe-curling pleasure. She feared the office party down the hall would hear them, and that aroused her even more. She was not the same Jenny that Ben had encountered the previous day, and she was glad.
She gasped when Ben suddenly yanked the dildo out of her and shoved his thick cock in as a replacement. The fake cock fell to the floor with a thump as he pounded the real one inside her, needing to satisfy himself after being painfully aroused by her orgasmic cries and whimpers. She was still tingling from the rush of pleasure, and Ben's thick cock kept it going. Her blouse was open, and her breasts were hanging out, round and tempting, bouncing with every thrust. He reached over and squeezed the luscious handfuls as he drew closer to climax. He had fantasized about fucking Jenny on her desk more times than he could count, and it took five years of procrastinating and self-improvement before he finally worked up the nerve to even talk to her. Cupid's Kiss helped him break the ice on that bitter cold Thursday morning. Thanks to his invention, he had his fingers inside her wet warmth that evening, and the next day led to even more excitement.
Ben smiled and grunted as intense pleasure rushed through his cock and groin, forcing a hot splash of cum into Jenny's pussy. She groaned and squeezed his wrists as he continued to pump into her. Her inner muscles were clutching at him hungrily, massaging his twitching cock. It felt like pure love, and he hoped it was, finally. The last thirty-six hours had been heaven for both of them, and people were beginning to notice. Ben was distracted from his bliss when he heard muffled voices in the hall outside the office.
"Oh shit, someone's coming!" he gasped and quickly pulled out of Jenny's heavenly warmth. "Under the desk," he ordered as he helped her sit up.
"Oh fuck!" she giggled as she dived under the desk after him.
They had to smash into each other to fit in the tight space. Ben gathered Jenny in his lap and pulled her beautiful legs into the shadows just as the voices stopped outside the door. They heard a muffled argument about who should carry more ice up from the first-floor lounge.
"Your cock is poking into my ass," Jenny whispered with a smile as she nuzzled Ben's neck. He smelled good enough to eat.
"Is that a request?" he whispered with a smirk.
"It might be," she whispered as she kissed the nape of his neck, making him feel warm all over.
"I've wanted you for so long. Now here you are, sitting on my cock under your office desk," Ben chuckled. "I would fuck you again if I could actually move."
"You can fuck me again once they leave the hall. If they ever leave the hall," she sighed. That's when the office door suddenly squeaked open. "Oh shit!" she gasped and grabbed the neon pink dildo off the carpet and pulled it into the shadows between them.
They both held their breath and listened. They could hear giggles and soft footsteps on the carpet across the room. Then they heard moaning and kissing before two bodies tumbled onto the sofa against the wall.
"Shit," Jenny chuckled, remembering she had told Shelly, the office receptionist and her unspoken best friend, that she could fuck their boss Derrick in her office if she wanted to. It had been a joke at that time. She didn't think they would actually do it. Tequila was very liberating.
"Who is it?" Ben whispered.
"Our boss. We are so fucking screwed," she whispered, trying hard not to burst into laughter. She hadn't had that much fun in years.
*
Let's pause for a moment here and reflect. Wipe all thoughts of fucking on an office desk, bouncing tits, and a big pink dildo from your mind. We need to build up our main characters a little more. I'm sure you're probably wondering how the two lovebirds ended up in this embarrassing situation. Let's go back to the previous day and find out. Jenny and Ben were practically strangers then. We'll start with Jenny.
"Oh god... it's that time of year again. Singles Awareness Day," she groaned under her breath as she hurried down the sidewalk with her coat pulled tight around her.
She had noticed little pink and red hearts magically appearing in coffee shop windows a few days earlier. It was February 13, and the coldest Thursday New York had seen in twenty years, but she was determined to walk her usual route to work in spite of the wind and snow. Her teeth were chattering as she ducked into Judy's Corner Cafe for her normal latte. She had a solid five minutes to spare, thanks to her accelerated walking pace. The small cafe was packed tighter than usual. She squeezed into the warm sea of bodies and sighed in relief. She fully understood why penguins huddled together during a storm. She waited in line at the kiosk for her opportunity to type in her order. She could even pay for it with a credit card, sparing her the hassle of actually speaking to anyone. Then she squeezed herself into the corner by the window and pulled out her phone to avoid any potential small talk.
She was reading work emails when a warm body squeezed into the small space beside her and promptly searched his coat for his phone. Jenny didn't mind. His proximity wasn't bothering her in the packed cafe. The situation was very common, but something was different this time. A heady and slightly intoxicating smell wafted from the stranger's coat when he opened it to retrieve his phone. She shuddered as his warm scent filled her nostrils. Between the freshly brewed coffee and steamed milk, she didn't think anything could smell better than Judy's coffee bar, but he did. Without thinking, she glanced in his direction, suddenly determined to put a face with the incredible smell.
That's when Jenny found herself in a situation that provoked her social anxiety. She knew the man, but he looked different since she last saw him. It was Ben, the shy lab technician that worked in the chemical department upstairs from her office. He had lost a solid forty pounds since she last noticed him. She recognized his soft brown curls as they escaped from the furry gray cuff of his knitted beanie. The curls were long enough to touch the edges of his invisible frame glasses that slightly magnified his already big blue eyes. She had thought he was cute even with the extra pounds, but now she thought he was gorgeous. She didn't understand how anyone could smell as enchanting as he did at that moment. It didn't smell like cologne. It smelled like healthy skin and the musk of something savory. It made her consider climbing into his coat and rubbing her face against his chest. That definitely wasn't a normal chain of thought for her. He turned his gaze on her when he noticed her staring. He smiled softly as he searched her eyes.
"Hi," he said nervously. "You're Jenny from advertising, right?"
"Uh, yes, and you're Ben, right?"
"Wow... you know my name?" he asked with a huge grin.
"Of course, I thought you were cute, so it stuck with me," she blurted as if she were talking to herself.
That was a habit that worked against her when she attempted to communicate with other humans in real life. Email, texting, and online forums helped her convince her peers that she was normal and not an anxious babbling simpleton. Her onset of humiliation was spreading across her face and down her neck as a pink blush. She was glad her scarf was hiding her chest. Her chest would turn beet red when she was really embarrassed, and that prompted questions about sunburns. Instead of attempting to explain how fiercely she blushed, she would simply admit to having a sunburn. It was a vicious, humiliating cycle.
Ben was rendered speechless after her comment. As Jenny was severely distracted by her humiliating verbal slip-up, Ben was delightfully stunned. He had admired Jenny at a distance for as long as they were both employed at Scent Works Inc. He often dreamed and fantasized about striking up a charming conversation with his longtime crush in her favorite coffee shop. He could barely believe it was actually happening, and she said something he never thought he would hear. She thought he was cute. Hearing that simple phrase from her was like winning the lottery. He had often practiced how such a scenario would play out, but he wasn't sure he had the nerve to do it. His social anxiety was making his heart race, and his thoughts were rushing together. He was angry at his body's predictable reaction, and he was tired of being lonely. He had to keep his shit together. He had been hoping for this opportunity for too long to let it slip away.
"I... think you're cute too," he stammered with a lot of effort. He had successfully continued the conversation in spite of his anxiety, and the adorable deepening of her blush was an unexpected reward.
