If you've read "Infatuation With A Co-Workers Tits" or "Infatuation With CoWorkers Tits Pt2" then you're familiar with Katherine. If you haven't then (A) you should, and (B) allow me to introduce you to her.
Katherine is a total bitch that is also smokin' hot. Not Kathy. Not Kat. Katherine. She went to an all-girl Catholic high school. Ivy League college. Snooty as hell because she thinks -- she knows -- that she's better than everyone else and those that work with her should be grateful. And absolutely smokin'! She knows it, too. 5' 5", long, blonde hair, slender face, and curves that a Ferrari would have trouble navigating. 38-24-36. She's always wearing skin-tight tops or low cut sweaters. Or a combination of the two. Short skirts with high heels that show off those luscious legs no matter what the weather is like complete the ensemble.
In "Infatuation With A Co-Workers Tits" Katherine felt as if I was undressing her with my eyes whenever I was around her and it made her uncomfortable. It was true, of course, but there was no way I was going to admit to it. Anyway, instead of going to HR with a sexual harassment case, she wanted to sit down with me and see if we could resolve it like two adults.
In "Infatuation With A Co-Workers Tits Ch. 2" I thought I would turn the tables and convince her that I was preparing to file a harassment case against her. The results were more than satisfactory for me to say the least.
Today the saga continued. I got a call at my desk from Steve. Steve's in HR. Getting a call from him wasn't totally out of the ordinary. We played golf together occasionally. But I don't recall him ever calling me up to his office before.
I walked into Steve's office and there sat Katherine across from him. I knew right away this was going to be interesting if nothing else. I may not have a job after this little get together, but it would be interesting nonetheless.
Katherine was looking hot as fuck as usual. Her long blonde hair fell across the shoulders of a light blue sweater with a deep v-neck neckline. The "v" cut down entirely too far for a professional work place. No one was complaining. The sweater appeared to be two sizes too small. It was struggling to contain her 36DDs. She wore a short-short white skirt that also broke the employer's dress code. Nobody seemed to mind that, either. The ensemble was finished off with a pair of white stiletto high heels.
She sat with her legs crossed. This only accentuated how toned they are. Her body is the complete package. Her attitude is something else entirely. She gave me a stern look as I walked through the door and behind her. I sat in the chair next to her.
Steve looked across his desk at me. "Katherine is here today to file a sexual harassment complaint against you."
"What?!" I was shocked. I nearly came out of my chair. I thought was all behind us.
"I know, I know," Steve said, waving his hand at me. "I thought it might be a good idea, and Katherine agreed, to have both of you in here to see if we can get this straightened out before I filed the formal complaint with corporate."
"You've got to be shittin' me," I said looking at Steve.
"Language! There's a lady present," Katherine said with a snooty tone.
I looked her dead in the eye. "Show me a lady and I'll watch my mouth." The look of shock on her face was almost worth losing my job.
"C'mon, Mark," Steve said, trying to settle things down. "Let's try to be civil here." He paused. "Katherine says she feels like you're leering at her whenever she's around you, making her feel uncomfortable."
"Oh really? Is that so?" I said looking at the both of them. Steve nodded his head. Katherine looked constipated. "That's really funny because I was thinking about talking to you about filing a complaint against her for the same thing," I said with a slight grin.
The look on Katherine's face changed but only slightly. I'm sure she thought if it came down to a he-said-she-said they would believe her. That's usually how these things work out.
"Really? Why's that?" Steve asked. I could tell he was suddenly interested in what I had to say.
"Because she can't help but stare at my crotch whenever she sees me ever since she found out my cock is twice as big as her hubby's."
Katherine almost came out of her skin. Steve's jaw dropped. Their reactions amused me.
"I most certainly do not!" Katherine screamed.
Steve looked across the table at me. "Mark, dude, are you trying to get fired today?" I'm fairly certain this isn't how he thought this conversation was going to go 20 minutes ago.
"Dude, I'm telling you, it's true. She's just pissed off I won't give it to her anymore."
Katherine was completely red in the face. I thought she might have a stroke. She shot Steve a look and pointed at me. "Are you going to let him talk like this about me?!" she screamed.
Steve paused. "Katherine, I have to ask. Is there any truth to what he's saying? Were you two having an affair?"
She was on the verge of being apoplectic now. "Are you seriously asking me that question?!"
I grinned. She had no idea. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I stopped and looked at Steve. "You might want to close your blinds for this." As the blinds lowered I punched a few keys on the screen of my phone and handed it across the desk to Steve. "Here ya go. Enjoy." I looked at Katherine. She had no idea what was about to happen.
Steve's eyes flew open when he saw the screen. He hit the play icon.
Katherine's recorded voice filled the room.
"Oh! Grrrrrrrrr... Yes. God forgive me, yes! I love getting fucked in the ass with your fat cock! Yes! Please! Grrrrrrrr...don't stop!"
"Good girl. Beg me to let you cum."
"Yes...please...let me orga...mmmmmm...make me cum! Please! Mark, I'm begging you...please make me cum with your fat cock!"
"Very good. Now cum for me. Let me feel you cum, let me hear it."
"Yes! Yes! Oh my God, yes! I'm...I'm...oh my God...I'm...ughhhhh...cumming!"
The video showed me plowing Katherine's ass like a mule through a field. Katherine's jaw fell into her lap. I think she stopped breathing for a moment. She had no idea I had been recording our last session. Steve looked up from the screen at me, then Katherine, then back to the screen. His look of shock was priceless. They were both speechless.
Katherine looked at me with hate filled eyes. "You bastard!"
My lips curled into an evil grin. "What can I say? I wanted to be able to relive the moment." I looked over to Steve. "Man, I'm telling you, she can't get enough. Here, watch this." I stood up and turned towards Katherine. I unzipped my pants and pulled my hard 9" hose. I thought Steve might have a heart attack.
Katherine looked at my cock staring her in the face, then at Steve, then back to my cock. "I...I...I don't..." she stammered. She licked her lips without realizing it.
"I do," I growled. "Now open wide." I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it towards me. She opened her mouth and took me in without protest. I was balls deep down her throat on the first pump. My ball sack bounced off her chin. I gave three good pumps into her face when her recently discovered lust took over. My rod began to slide in and out of her face and down her throat willingly while she made sloppy slurping sounds.
As her head bobbed on my tool I looked back at Steve. His eyes were wide as saucers. "See? I told you. She can't get enough."
Steve was in disbelief. "Holy shit," he moaned.
After a few pumps of my cock drilling her throat I reached down as far as I could and grabbed her sweater on both sides. "C'mon, Katherine, let's get this thing off of you. Show Steve those tits of yours."
As I pulled the sweater up my cock slipped out of her mouth. As the sweater slid over her head Katherine said in a defeated tone "No, Mark, please, not here..."
"Oh no no no," I said, shaking my head as I threw her sweater to the side. "You started this. You brought us here." I grabbed her head and shoved my pole back down her throat. I then unclasped her lacy baby blue bra, pulled it down her arms, and threw it to the side as well.
Her 36DDs were set free. They were magnificent. Tan, round, and perfect. A plastic surgeon would be proud of these babies. Steve watched intently as I reached down and pinched a stiff, gumdrop size nipple. This brought a sexy, muffled squeal from Katherine.
I looked at Steve. He still couldn't believe what he as seeing. "What do you think? They're incredible, aren't they?" I asked as I mauled one of her tits.
"They're...they're...perfect." He could barely get the words out.
"Stand up," I told her as I helped her out of her chair. "Come around here so Steve can get a better look at 'em." I pulled her around and placed her between Steve and I. She tried to cover her breasts with her arms but I pulled them down and wrapped her arms across her stomach around her waist. She looked at the ground, her face red with embarrassment. I reached up and began to gently squeeze each breast. "Magnificent," I said smiling at Steve, who was now rubbing his crotch.
I let go of her arms and they went right back to covering her breasts as if her shoulders were spring loaded.
"You won't be needing this," I said as I began to unzip her skirt.
"No, don't," she said in a low hush.
Gravity pulled her skirt to the ground. She stepped out of it one leg at a time as a pulled it out from under her and tossed it away. She was wearing a little, white thong under her skirt. I grabbed the thin strings on her hips that were holding her thong up. "You won't be needing these anymore today, either," I said as I yanked on the strings until they snapped. She gave a slight squeal at the sound of the material tearing. I crumpled up what was left of the thong and stuffed it into the pocket of my jeans.
Now she had one arm and hand trying to cover her 38 inch bust line and the other hand trying to cover her snatch. She was still looking at the ground, her body twisted in an attempt at modesty. There she stood in front of Steve, this snooty little bitch, completely naked with the exception of her white stilettos. Steve couldn't take his eyes off her.
I slid in behind her and pressed my body against her. I could feel her warmth. I grabbed the hand that was covering her cunt. I pulled it behind her and wrapped her fist around my throbbing cock. I began to stroke it with her hand under mine. I released it and she continued to gently stroke it.
I reached around and quickly had two fingers buried in her snatch.
"OH!" She shouted in complete shock at the sudden touch. She nearly jumped out of her high heels.
"Jesus Christ, Katherine, you're soaked already," I said with an evil smile. "Can you see that, Steve? Jesus Christ, Katherine. You can't get enough of my cock, can you?" Steve only sat there with his mouth wide open in shock and awe.
