My desk phone rang and "Lysa Baily" flashed across the screen Lysa was the gorgeous, buttoned up, straight laced, anal head of HR.
This can't be good
I said to myself. "Hey, Lysa, what's up?"
"Good afternoon, Mr. Allen. Would you mind stepping into my office, please?" she asked sternly.
This really can't be good!
"Yeah, sure. Be there in a second." I racked my brain trying to figure out why I was being called into HR.
When she saw me coming down the hallway, she began to lower the shades on her floor-to-ceiling glass wall.
Fuck!
I stopped at the open door. "Hey, Lysa. You wanted to see me?"
"Yes. Please, have a seat." She motioned to a chair in front of her large, cherry wood desk, then closed the door behind her.
Damn, she smells good!
I thought as she walked past. She was fine looking, too. She was a tall, leggy, curly-haired brunette with brown eyes set into a round face. Today she was wearing a pin striped jacket with a matching pencil skirt, a white button-down dress shirt, and black high heels.
She sat back down in her chair and raised the remote control, lowering the shades on the glass door.
What the fuck did I do?!
She stared across her desk at me. "Mr. Allen, it has come to my attention that you've been having sexual relations with several of the women in the department. Is this correct?"
The question caught me completely off guard. "I...uh...well..." It was true. I'd banged at least half the women in the department. You nail that many women that talk to each other daily, shit's gonna happen. I guess the roosters had come home to rest. "Well, I mean, maybe a couple."
"Hmmppfff! I'd say more than a couple from what I've been told. You understand it's against company policy for employees to have relations while both are employed here unless they were already married when they started, aren't you? You signed the sheet saying you'd read the employee handbook, didn't you?" She slid a piece of paper across the desk at me that had my signature on it.
"I...well...uh...I guess I wasn't aware dating a co-worker was against company policy. I apologize."
"I'd say it was more than 'dating', wasn't it, Mr. Allen?"
"I...well...uh..."
"And it was more than 'a couple', wasn't it, Mr. Allen?" I felt like I was getting grilled on the stand by a prosecutor. I sat in silence with my head down. "From what I understand, you've fucked at least half the department." My head snapped up at her unexpected profanity. "I've given this a great deal of consideration. I think there's only one way to keep your job." She paused. I couldn't breathe. Her lips curled into a wicked grin. "Show it to me."
My mind raced. "Show...what to you?"
She leaned into the table. "You know," she said with confidence. "Your tool. Your pole. Your trouser snake. Your penis." She was enjoying the look of shock on my face. "Your cock," she said in a husky voice.
"You want me...to show you...my...right here? Right now?"
She leaned back in her chair. "Yes. I want you to show me your cock. Right here. Right now."
"I...I won't get into...trouble?"
"Mr. Allen, you're already in trouble. If what I've heard is true, this is how you get out of trouble."
"(ahem) Um, okay." I stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped my parts, and grabbed the waist of my jeans before I paused and looked into her face. "Are you sure I'm not going to get fired for this?"
She had a long finger running along her smiling bottom lip. "Mr. Allen, this is the only way you're not going to get fired."
Visions of food stamps danced in my head. With trepidation, I let my pants fall down around my ankles, then hesitantly pulled my boxers past my knees, where gravity took over.
"My my," she cooed. "Even flaccid you're bigger than my husband." It was true. I was scared to death. I wasn't anywhere near being hard. It was also true that I was gifted in that area. "Go ahead, get it hard. I want to see it erect."
"Um...excuse me?"
"Jerk it. Tug it. Stroke it. I don't care. Make it hard."
"I...well...um..." I took my limp noodle into my hand and began to coax it back to life.
"Maybe you need some inspiration," she whirred. She peeled off her jacket and began to slowly, sexily unbutton her blouse. "Mmmmm, I see it's working," she said with a smirk. She finally got to the last button, yanked the shirt out from her skirt, and pulled it open. She ran her hands around the most perfect pair of globes I'd ever seen, then tweaked and tugged her erect nipples. "I'm guessing from your reaction that you approve."
She was right. I was holding a thick, hard staff in my hands. "They're incredible," I huffed while I stroked.
She smiled. "You're not so bad yourself. The girls were right. You're massive! Just the sight of it has me soaked," she cooed. She wiggled in her chair and pulled her skirt up around her waist, revealing a lacy black G-string. One hand left her breast and slid inside the tiny triangle of material. She squeaked at the first touch of her hand. "What are you thinking right now, Mr. Allen? Would you like to fuck me right now? Would you fuck me like a lover or like a whore? I'll bet you'd fuck me like a little whore, wouldn't you?"
How do I get out of this without getting fired?!
"I...uh...well..." I wanted to say
I'd tear your shit up!
She was enjoying this. "Maybe this is all I want. Maybe I just want to watch you jerk off while I finger myself. Would you be okay with that?""
"Well, um, you know, if that's what you want."
She stared at me with those big, fuck me brown eyes. "Mr. Allen, I need you to remain perfectly silent for the next 10 minutes. Do you think you can do that?"
"Um, I'll do my best."
"No, not your best. I need you to do it. I promise you that you'll be handsomely rewarded. Now, can you do it?"
"Well, I mean, as long as you're not sticking needles into my eyes, I guess."
She smiled. "I promise you, there will be nothing like that." She grabbed her cell phone, placed it face up on her desk, and pressed a button. The screen lit up and the name "Anderson" filled the screen.
"Hey, Babe!" came the voice of her husband through the device. "What's up?"
"Hello, Darling. Are you busy at the moment?"
"Nah. Just crunching some numbers for a meeting later. Why? What's up?"
"Well..." She paused and gave me a crooked grin. "I want you to show me that big, fat cock of yours."
"Huh? Oh! Are we...are we going to do this now?! Great! Hang on! Hang on!" The sound of a door closing and the pinging of metal blinds being closed came through the tiny speaker. Seconds later, the mild zip of pants being opened could be heard. "Okay, okay, I'm ready."
She kept her eyes on me. "Are you ready to show me that big, fat cock?"
"Oh yeah, baby! You've got it hard as a rock!"
"Mmmmm, I'm glad." She wagged her finger at me. "Why don't you come over here closer so I can get a better look at that big bastard?"
I held myself steady as I walked around her desk.
"Is your shirt open?"
"Of course it is, Darling. I know how much you love my breasts."
"I love your fuckin' tits! They're so full and firm!"
I was standing in front of her and she was staring up at me. "Why don't you grab them while I grab you?" All three of us gasped in unison when she wrapped her long, soft fingers around my staff and I palmed her mound while her husband imagined it. "Mmmmm, that feels nice. Your big, fat cock feels so good in my hand," she said while she began to stroke my manhood.
"You like that, huh? You like stroking my cock while I play with your tits?" he asked.
"You know I do. Oh!" she squealed when I pinched an erect nipple. "Mmmmm, be careful with my nipples. You know how crazy I get when you play rough with them. Ah!"
"Oh yeah, you like that, don't you? You love it when I do that, don't you?"
"Mmmmm, I do."
"Why don't you wrap those fat fuckers around my cock, huh? Let me fuck those big tits of yours."
"With pleasure." She leaned into me and I stepped forward. I vanished in her cleavage. I fought back a moan. She dropped a string of saliva into the crevice, pressed her flesh, and began to slowly bounce. "Mmmmm, you feel so good between my breasts."
"Goddamn, I love fucking your tits!"
I can see why!
Her tongue swatted at my tip each time it poked out. "Can you feel me licking you with each pump, Darling? Does that feel good?"
Yes!
"It feels amazing!"
"I know what else you love. You love it when I put your big, fat cock in my mouth, don't you, Darling?"
"Don't pretend you don't love it, too, you bitch!" My jaw dropped at the reference. It didn't faze her. "You love it when I fuck your slutty mouth, don't you?"
"Mmmmm, I do."
"Well? What're you waiting for? Take it, you bitch!"
I couldn't help but let a small grunt slip out when she took me in. She pulled back and looked up at me with a sly grin, then held her finger to her lips. I mouthed,
"Sorry!"
then choked back another grunt when I slammed against the back of her hot mouth.
She slurped and gagged dramatically loud while her hand followed her red lips back and forth on my skin flute, which she played expertly.
"That's it! Suck it! Take it all, goddammit!"
She pulled back and looked into my face again. "I can't take it all, my Darling. You're cock is too big," she cooed.
