Part 1
My boss Bethany's fat ass squishes against the edge of my cluttered desk opposite me. My cock quivers beneath, luckily hidden from view. The only thing on my mind is those thick cheeks clapping as a pound away at her, hands full of her beautiful red hair. I usually didn't have a thing for older women, and Beth had to be around my mom's age, but in this case, I made an exception. While I love the view, I need her to leave so I can get up to take my pill, and she's been on this call seemingly forever. They have to be taken at the same time every day, no exceptions. Those are the instructions given to me. It's already almost 6 o'clock. Everyone else has gone home for the day. For some stupid reason, I agreed to work late.
Two weeks until Christmas, and our office has gone all out this year. Garland hangs from every wall. Every desk in the open office has its own miniature tree, personally decorated. However, each of them is a pale imitation of the large tree in the center of the room. Ornaments of red and green adorn its plastic branches. Silver tinsel sparkles under our droning overhead lights.
Bethany shifts her legs. The thin fabric of her short skirt rides up, exposing part of her bare ass. My composure breaks momentarily. I grip my penis through my pants and rub along it. Her closeness and how easily she could catch me excites me even more. She shifts again, still deep in her conversation, revealing more tantalizing ass-meat. From the things she's saying, there's no end to this in sight. Why does this have to happen now?
I don't have time to wait. I can't get up like this; My erection won't go down. Beth's left me no choice. I'll have to take the pill and hope she doesn't notice me acting strange. My lunch bag opens easily, and I pull out my little white pill and a bottle of water. In one swift motion, I take a drink and swallow it. The effects are immediate. My cock strains against my pants. It's getting so hard it hurts to keep it contained.
The fucking enormous ass in front of me and my aching crotch are all upon which I can focus. I have to free this thing. As silently as I can, I unzip. Inch by inch, I pull my khakis. My eyes stay glued to the show Bethany is unknowingly giving me. With one last pull, my burning hot cock springs out and stands at attention beneath my desk. The slightly chilly air of the office feels terrific on my flustered skin.
"No problem. It was great talking to you again. Uh-huh. Okay, talk to you later. Bye."
A rolling chair has never moved this quick before. I roll up as close to my desk as I can. Bethany stands up and adjusts her skirt.
"Well, I think I'm done for the evening. Are you heading out soon?"
An answer doesn't come; I stutter out something incomprehensible. My boss gives me a worried look.
"You okay, Calvin? You're sweating a bit."
"Uh...yeah. I'm fine. Absolutely. I couldn't be better." A strange chuckle escapes my throat. I don't think she buys it, but she doesn't press any further.
Turning away from me, Bethany grabs her full-length coat and starts heading towards the door. Time seems to slow, and I watch every quaking bounce of her butt as she crosses the room. It takes every ounce of control not furiously to begin masturbating. My dick yearns to be touched. It feels so hard now I could break this desk if I swung hard enough. Her ass and thick, stockinged legs put any girl in my magazines to shame. My mind wanders back to my fantasy of her big cheeks clapping on my dick—every thrust bringing me closer to the edge.
"Have a good night, Cal. Don't work too hard."
If she only knew.
Part 2
I saunter out of the room, making sure to put a bit of swing in my hips with every step. Calvin's eyes glue themselves to my ass. I can feel his gaze burning a hole through my sheer skirt. How can anyone be so oblivious? Did he think I didn't notice the way he looked at me? I was sitting right on his desk, pantyless, with half my butt hanging out, and he really must believe it was an accident.
Nothing gives me more joy at work than watching that boy squirm. To so obviously flaunt something that he will never have a chance of getting. I've seen the tiny tent he so desperately tries to hide. There's no way he'd get that thing in me even if I let him try. Calvin Little is completely wrapped around my finger.
The elevator door slides open. I exit onto the ground floor, slip on my warm coat, and head out to the mostly empty parking garage. My breath is visible in the cold winter air. The clack of my heels echoes off the concrete. It's not until I reach my car that it dawns on me that I left my keys back in my office. I make the trek back through the building, up the elevator, and back towards the room with a heavy sigh.
Swinging my hips again, I step through the doorway, coat already stripped from me. But Calvin isn't sitting at his desk. I scan around the dimly lit room, adjusting my outfit as I do so. There's no sign of my favorite plaything anywhere. Though the light is on, so he must still be here somewhere. He might've stepped out to use the restroom.
