"Could I get six of those glazed cake doughnuts?" The tired looking Korean gentleman placed the items in the bag along with the scores of other sweets I'd purchased during the early morning jaunt to work. I stared out at the wet streets being pounded by a storm that been raging since the midnight hour. I'd un-expectantly had a difficult time sleeping tossing and turning until approximately three in the morning. I'd ended up once again in a compromising position with my supervisor Melody Santos and it was all my own doing. We'd rutted like animals and afterwards I'd been left with some unintended collateral damage when I discovered that she was married. My resultant deviant behavior had been classic as I made use of her deceptive mouth to sate my imminent need and demonstrate my disgust.
Of course I'd heard rumors of a difficult marriage but had always doubted it due to the vigor with which she'd pursued me since the first day of work in the small branch. At first it seemed friendly and somewhat of a mentor-student nature. But her intent had become clear in short order as I could not seem to find anywhere in the building to look where her cartoonish countenance did not cross my gaze. She would insinuate herself into conversations with other employees and appear in the breakroom whenever I was there. I tried to work with her appearing friendly even when my flesh crawled at the numerous remarks aimed at whoever I was dating and my manhood in general. Most of my coworkers found humor in my travails as my daily existence at work turned into a nightmare. I'd made the unfortunate mistake of accepting a ride home from her on a rainy day which ended with her demanding a kiss as payment for her "good deed".
"Look it's not like that Melody; we just work together...that's all." I had been firm with Melody and I'll never forget the look on her face as her eyes followed me to my door. Life after that had become even more difficult with her piling on extra work and making snide remarks in front of other employees. She clocked my bathroom breaks waiting for me with stereo write-ups for multiple offenses. Most of my coworkers were convinced that we'd had a fling and broke up despite my protestations. That probably pissed me off more than anything else. Everybody around me believing something that wasn't true and it wore on me over time. Melody even began isolating me by bullying anybody that showed me the slightest ounce of friendship until I was considered "nuclear" by my coworkers.
"Yeah, add a couple of those citrus cake donuts to the tally." Soon I was on my way with the pink box containing breakfast for my coworkers and bait for one chubby bitch. The rain had thoroughly drenched me even through my poncho as I noticed Mrs. Santos Honda Civic near the building.
"Good Morning." She was standing by the cabinets having a cup of joe and her wardrobe was the first thing that caught my eye. A cheap looking cream colored dress struggled to cover her figure; there were tiny roses on the thin, cheap looking material. Melody had draped a fuzzy peach colored sweater over her bulky form and stared apprehensively as I sat the pink box on the table. I poured myself a cup as she mumbled another greeting and casually walked over to the cracked back door to shake out my wet poncho. I'd looked away for a moment when she'd took the opportunity to snag a pastry from the pink box.
"Hey; what are you doing?!" I barked startling her as she held the large pastry between her tiny fingers.
"What? I was just getting something to eat." She froze in place as if my words had the effect of a weapon looking doe eyed and apprehensive.
"But that one belongs to me." I sounded dead serious giving her a death glare and closing the distance between us. I was tightly pressed up against her expansive backside in moments and I'm sure she could feel my breath on her neck.
"Sorry uhm; I didn't know." Melody was all kinds of apologetic as I reached over her shoulder and snatched the treat from her hand as hard as I could. I punctuated my displeasure with her actions by spiking the cherry Danish into a nearby wastebasket. As quickly as the treat left my hand, Melody's had set upon an orange cake doughnut. I snagged her wrist forcing the donut away from her mouth and into my own taking a third of it into my mouth.
"So I can't have one of your fucking donuts?!!"
"You didn't ask."
"Can I have a donut?"
"No." Melody looked flabbergasted and more than likely shocked that I denied her even after she'd asked nicely. Her thin fingers snatched up another confectionary treat despite being denied permission and the chucky supervisor would have down the entire thing in one bite if I hadn't caught her tiny wrist in a steel hard grip.
"OOOOOWWW YOU'RE HURTING ME!" She cried in that annoying, sweet child's voice doing her best to snatch her wrist from my small grasp. Melody was definitely stronger than she looked grunting while pushing her colossal rear end into my pelvis as my other hand snaked around her body to her jiggly tummy. My cock responded to the scuffle becoming a beacon of lust that lanced the junction between her mammoth ass cheeks. Her other hand slapped and pinched the flesh on top of the fist that held her fast while my free probing fingers wedged into her thick camel toe. Melody gasped at the intrusion and comically wiggled her tabled width hips as I dug deep between her thick legs searching for her slit.
"Motherfucker!" She hissed right before I found my prize digging into her crotch roughly pushing the thin material into the minute space between her thighs. I pressed my thumb against her covered clit causing her to gasp and breathe heavily through her mouth. She lurched forward nearly taking me with her as the pasty fell to the table splattering its delicious contents across the laminated tabletop. I forced her hand up until it was level with her round face. Melody didn't protest when her jelly soiled fingers were pushed between her thin lips taking my cue and sucking them clean. I began yanking at the neckline of her cheap frock until I was able to free one of her small tits. The large, puffy areola was topped with a thick almost rectangular nipple that made her spasm even more when it was pinched.
"F-Fuh Fuck you." I could feel the heated, pungent wetness between her thighs as I attacked her nipple in tandem. Melody was bouncing her butt against my cock and I obliged her by humping in an upward motion sawing my member along her clothed crack. I'd given her a deep wedgie forcing the material into her huge ass cheeks and into the prominent cleft where her thighs met the bottom of her butt.
"You like that fat ass don't you?" She almost sounded as if she were taunting me with that irritating saccharine sweet voice that betrayed her age.
"Shut up." I grew my hand back yanking on the hem of her dress until her huge backside was exposed replete with "Hello Kitty" style granny panties that perplexed me for an instant. I didn't know they made panties that huge and inwardly chuckled at my Melody.
"You gonna fuck that ass?-OOOOOWWWWWW!!" My palm collided lightning swift with her gelatinous backside making it jiggle and ripple from the impact. Ten more vicious slaps followed the first until Melody was a whimpering mess making the table strain under her weight as she leant across it facing the pink donut box.
"Now you be a good little girl and shut up while I cum on your fucking ass." I did my best to imitate her voice leaning over her compromised body to snag a large jelly donut. She was still whimpering when I shoved the entire thing inside her mouth. It would be the sweetest gag she'd ever know as I drew her panties down far enough completing the action with my shoe until the undergarment touched the floor. The sight of that monstrous ass nude was nearly enough to send me over the edge dwarfing the large hands that pushed inward on her doughy hips. Melody Santos was fucking right about me.
Despite myself I did "LOVE" that "HUGE, MONSTER-SIZED BUTT" of hers and I'd been continually awash in self-loathing ever since she'd forced me into a motel room and sat on my face. I was conflicted beyond belief wanting more of her fertility symbol shape but not knowing how to broach the subject with her. In the back of my mind I'd always figured that Melody was driven to blackmail me into sex because she was desperately lonely. Twenty-four hours earlier I'd discovered that she was actually happily married.
"FAAAWWWK!!" I came sooner than I wanted but quickly remembered myself pulling her dress down tight across her naked bottom and jerking a nearly sustained stream of cum all over the back of her dress. Melody trembled and twitched a little while I soiled her dress but didn't utter a word. Her brown eyes followed me to the adjacent countertop as I poured myself a cup of coffee while my cock hung free from my slacks. I looked directly at her after a few moments noticing that the lower portion of her face was smeared with raspberry jam from the donut that had been shoved into her mouth. Melody Santos looked truly pathetic and I wanted to fuck her brains out for it.
"Have a donut." I slowly put my penis away zipping up slowly to make sure her eyes never left me as I knelt snatching up her panties.
"I'll take these as fair trade."
"But I have a meeting today with the territory manager; I need my panties." She was tearing a stuffed croissant apart with her finger while she complained.
"You'll think of something Mrs. Santos." I pocketed them and quickly walked out onto the floor to begin my work day.
Melody was something of a trooper and she spent the rest of the day with her sweater wrapped around her ponderous backside. I betrayed no hint of the sordid interactions between Melody and myself working through the day with minimal interaction between us. Later in the day I noticed her talking with some big money clients in her cubicle and decided to dial her up on the in-house phone. She ignored the first call but was obliged to answer after my third try.
