This work is inspired by "My Reward" by Azil.
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One morning in mid April, I arrived at work a bit stressed out to find Wendy waiting at the door of my office with my coffee, today a stacked African lady in regional garb (I don't go in for racist stereotypes, so these were real African clothes, not any "savage huntress" junk). The dress was skin tight, showing off her fully covered but ample bosom like those comicbook costumes you see, where the boobs are clearly outlined to the extent the woman may as well be naked (I suspect a real woman might have had trouble breathing in something so tight). It might just barely be acceptable office attire, since even though it covered everything, both her nipples were prominently visible, and somehow even though it was a dress it managed to hang so as to cup and clearly outline both her pussy lips and her ass.
"Hello, Mr. Mallory, I hope you had a nice drive in this morning," she said formally in a sexy accent. She followed me into the office, placing coffee on my desk, which was covered in papers (they were real, but of course regardless of what I did with them the work would get done; I'll admit I loved the idea of sweeping real work paperwork onto the floor to clear the desk to fuck, but still having it all do itself). "Do you need stress relief now, or would you like me to come back after you've dealt with your paper work?" she asked. I had thought it might be a 'seduce my sexily dressed but somehow sexually oblivious secretary into doing inappropriate things with me' day, but clearly it was a 'very professional, and sex is just part of the job' day instead. I reached out and cupped a boob, feeling her firm flesh through the satiny material. "If you don't need me, Karyn has asked me to come by and ream her with a strap on when I am next free," she added, when I didn't go further. So a 'professional, available, and open for office use (but by appointment)' day. It was always a pleasure to come into the office every day and admire and try to figure out who Wendy would be this time.
"I think I'll read the paper first," I said, squeezing her boob to feel just how firm it was before flicking it upwards to watch it bounce. She nodded and turned to go to her desk, and as she did I reached out and smacked her ass, watching it jiggle, covered but not restrained at all by the dress. She went to her desk, being sure to sway as she did to give me a great view of her tight ass as she walked away from me, opened a drawer, and pulled out a large plastic strap on dick like it was a pencil. She pulled her dress off over her head, her ass and tits falling delightfully as they were released, and folded it neatly on her desk, letting me admire her naked ebony body as she bared it for the entire office to see. She strapped on the dildo and then, wearing nothing else, walked primly over to Karyn's office, tits and dildo bouncing slightly with her steps, politely saying good morning to those she passed, who, aside from a bit of groping and some ass snaking of their own treated her completely normally, and knocked.
"Miss, you had asked for a pussy reaming? I am available now, if you want," she said, not caring that the entire office heard, the office not caring about what she had said.
After a second, the door opened. "Oh thank goodness. My pussy really needs some action," she said, beginning to unbutton her blouse as she lightly fingered herself in anticipation for all to see. "Let's put that to to good use," she added, grabbing the plastic dong and pulling Wendy in by it, kicking the door closed behind them as she got on the her desk. I opened my paper and watched an animated black and white newsprint image of Karyn get her reaming; the paper made no sound, but the rooms in our office (other than mine) were not so soundproof so as to prevent everyone from hearing loud and clear how much Karyn wanted it harder.
After each person she fucked that morning, I played with her boobs and told her I didn't need her help right now. I liked watching her walking around the office in various outfits (Toni wanted to be dominated, so Wendy pulled a leather dominatrix outfit out of her pencil drawer; Elliot wanted to 'confess', so out came a full nun habit that was mostly ripped apart by the time they were done), Mikella in IT wanted to know what it was like fucking a girl, so Wendy taught her all the tricks. JJ (Jackson and Jenna) in graphic design were having martial issues and Wendy served as their marriage councilor, helping them resolve there problems via fucking her together (which actually did work and headed off their divorce). Everything was handled perfectly professionally, with Wendy acting just right for whatever was needed.
At last, having jerked myself off watching her a few times I decided to try this version of her myself, so I had her put the original dress back on somehow and bent her over my desk, pulling pants down around my knees. She obediently leaned over, the bright dress contrasting against the dark skin of her exposed legs, ass and pussy fully visible as the dress hugged them against all physics. "Would you like to fuck my ass or pussy?" she inquired in the same tone one would ask what to put in a cup of coffee.
"Pussy, for now," I replied, and she reached back and pulled her dress to the side just barely, so I could enter her while it still molded her ass. She held her labia open, giving me a good look at the lighter flesh inside. I lined up, and she immediately pushed back against me, moving down my dick at just the perfect rate until I was all the way inside her, her firm silk-covered ass against my stomach, skirt just out of the way enough not be an issue but hanging just right to feel great on my legs. She was utterly unconcerned with her own pleasure, expertly picking up my rhythm as I began to fuck her and perfectly matching the motion of her hips to mine, while massaging my hard pole with her inner muscles.
"Do you want to play with my tits?" she asked, following my gaze, her face displaying nothing but concentration on her efforts for me; she wasn't dead but she was utterly serious and focused, no moaning or anything. Seeing her tightly clothed breasts pressed into the table, I couldn't turn down such an offer, and reached around to fondle her as she rose off the desk slightly, holding her torso in mid air, letting her breasts bounce with my thrusts. I kneaded her huge breasts, the sensation of her huge, firm boobs encased in silky cloth driving me crazy as I continued to fuck her, or more accurately as I let her fuck me.
I thrust harder and faster, frantically trying to get a reaction. She continued to perfectly meet my thrusts with just the right speed and force, but utterly impassive and with a look of concentration on her face, until I slammed into her and came, ripping the dress apart spasmodically as I did, her tits bouncing free. I could feel her clenching in orgasm too, but she gave no outward sign (it occurred to me that she felt like she came when I did because she was supposed to for me to feel maximum satisfaction). She thrust back at me through my orgasms, perfectly bringing me to my peak and back down, then simply pulled off me and turned to kneel, taking my satisfied dick in her hands.
"Would you like a cleaning or a boobjob?" she asked, still unaffected, stroking me just enough to keep me hard. I moved forward a bit and she immediately understood, placing me between her bare breasts and beginning to stroke her chest up and down on me, licking the head when it (barely) emerged from her valley. Her tits were, of course, absolutely perfect for this, just the right size, just the right firmness, and she pressed them together and moved them on me just right. In no time I came again, shooting all over her face and breasts. She released my dick and licked it all up sensually, then leaned in and cleaned off my dick.
"Will that be all, Mr. Mallory?" she asked when I was clean, still kneeling before me with just the lower half of her dress still on. I thought about it for a second, but it was now lunch time, so I said no. She pulled my pants back up without another word, then stood up and the bottom half of her dress turned to liquid before flowing up to cup and cover her body sensually, resolidifying into a new dress, of the same style but different color than before. She went to her desk and pulled out a lunch box, bending at the waist to perfectly display her body to me as she did so. Every movement was perfectly sexy. "Will you be attending the intern farewell party?" she asked me, still bent over. I nodded, and she finally stood back up and we walked to the lunch room together, her ass swaying sensually with her gait.
Today was the last day for several interns, including Jason and Debbie. Everyone was wishing them well, Michelle offering to hire Debbie on after graduation. Jason wasn't letting a minute pass without grabbing someone and getting them to 'teach/ practice' with him, and he spent most of the party with Karyn bent over taking it up the ass while he fingered Mikella, who practiced what Wendy had taught her by playing with Karyn's body. He still didn't get why everyone in the office was interested in teaching him about sex, but he just knew his pussy train was coming to an end after today and he was taking as much advantage as possible before it did.
