It had been about two weeks since I'd had the encounter with Marsha and I was still craving more of that magnificent ass cleavage. My nights were filled with images of Marsha's massive ass jiggling in my face.
Nights filled with images of me creaming that deep crack with pint upon pint of my copious DNA.
It got so bad that I'd even considered calling Marsha up and offering her some more "rent" money for a little replay of that action. It was just something about the friction and heat created when I was running my cock up and down on her tattooed bum that was driving me crazy.
My sleep and work began to suffer and I found myself starring at the wall daydreaming about Marsha's flabby ass cheeks and suffering from a bionic erection.
"Hey, wake up in there!! I'm worrying myself to female baldness over the Stetson account and you're daydreaming."
It was my co-worker Claudia. She had trained me when I first came to the firm. We had become fast friends. I felt like I could tell her anything.
"What's eating you lately?"
"I'm not talking and you'd probably laugh me out of the room any way."
"Girl problems?"
"Not the kind you're used to hearing from me?" Claudia laughed and told me that she had heard it all. A few beers and three long island ice teas later, Claudia was laughing her ass off. She offered to help me out with my little problem, but she wasn't qualified. And she wasn't lying; Claudia had a long flat back, simply no ass at all. She'd laughed and snorted at me stupidly drunk as well.
"Ya know buddy, I'm gonna find a way to solve your little problem."
That was not music to my ears, Claudia had a big mouth and shot it off intermittently to any and every one who would or wouldn't listen.
The next day at work was especially excruciating. Claudia's had retained the information that I told her the other night and had obviously passed it on to my other female co-workers. I had to endure scurrying female coworkers every time I walked up the aisle or went to the water cooler. I was pretty pissed at Claudia. I was about to eat lunch in my cubicle when she had the nerve to come up to me smiling.
"Don't look so pissed. The girl's really feel sorry for you, that's all. Tell you what. Meet me in the parking lot. Maybe this thing can work out for both of us. I'm gonna help you out with your little problem."
I didn't know what the fuck that meant.
Claudia was a very thin [heroin chic] red head chick with tired skin and almost no curves. "Blowjob" was the only thing that I could think of and I'd need a magazine just to get started. Claudia had tried to get something started with me before, but I just played dumb most of the time until she finally fucked someone else.
This whole "Crack Addict thing was getting to me though and I needed a release so I found myself inside her car at lunch hour as we zipped towards a local motel. She pulled into the lot with expert precision. Funny, she kind of ignored me on the drive over, continuously talking on her cellphone.
"Alright, get out." She stared at me smirking.
"You sure you wanna do this?"
"Yup, it's time to get you back on the winning team."
I decided to chuck everything and throw my all into it with Claudia. I leaned over and kissed...
....HER HAND?!!!
"Hold it up Romeo, we're not fucking." She pointed towards a motel room door that was slightly ajar.
"We'll act like this never happened."
I stepped out of the car and watched Claudia speed off before I turned my attention to the motel room obviously meant for me. The door was slightly ajar and I gave it a little push. There seemed to be no one in the room. It was a sparse area with a large bed adjacent to an adequate television.
