I got inspired to write this after reading some other nonconsent stories on this site. Hope you enjoy it!
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Valerie was a winner.
She had won everything she had participated in. She had graduated at the top of her class. She was the prom queen and the head cheerleader. She was the president of her sorority. She had even won a state beauty pageant. Just yesterday, she had been promoted to senior graphic designer, and she was only 22 years old.
A smile flashed across her face as she noticed Jason walking towards her. He was carrying a box wrapped with a fancy red ribbon.
Mmm, another gift from one of my admirers.
She took a moment to look at all the other gifts she had received today. Roses, gourmet chocolates, and even some love letters. It made Valerie feel smug to be so adored. And now she was about to receive a gift from her greatest rival.
Ever since her mentor Thomas retired, she had been competing with Jason for the open position. Jason was 35 and had been working at the company for a decade and was a very talented graphic designer. He had a very good eye and he knew Photoshop like the back of his hand. On one social media campaign, he had brought in one hundred thousand clicks to the company website. It was just too bad he lost out to a woman just one year out of college.
Poor Jason never really stood a chance. The boss was totally infatuated with Valerie. All she had to do was lean her shoulders back and show a slip of her thighs, and he was putty in her hands. It wasn't hard to 'convince' him that it was actually Valerie who was doing most of the work for the team. Perhaps it wasn't fair to Jason, but if you've got it, you've got to flaunt it. It wasn't her fault that God had gifted her with other
assets
that she could take advantage of.
Valerie didn't like to boast, but she was by far the most gorgeous woman in the office. She was tall with a figure that would stop a freight train with its tight bubble ass and firm double D cup breasts that protruded from her chest with very little sag. Her wide hips flared out from a curvy waist leading down to slender legs that ran for miles. Her face was perfect with high cheekbones, a small upturned nose, and big alluring brown eyes that looked out from under long dark lashes and thin, finely arched eyebrows, all of which was framed by a mane of long chestnut brown hair that came down in shiny silk tresses past her shoulders.
A giggle escaped from Valerie's gloss-covered lips.
Jason looked so pitiful by comparison - like the typical computer nerd. He was only 5'8, bespeckled, and poorly shaved. Valerie felt a little bad for him. He probably didn't get a lot of girls. She certainly wasn't the least bit attracted to him; she was way out of his league. And now he was her underling.
Jason stood over her desk and offered her the box. "Hey Val, just wanted to congratulate you on your promotion. It was a hard-fought battle, but you deserve it. You really showed the boss what you're made of."
Valerie grinned. She could tell he was being sarcastic - there was a subtle bitterness in his voice, but he couldn't be blatantly rude as that wouldn't be proper
office decorum
.
"Thanks, I'm glad he's not the only one to appreciate my talents."
"As a truce, I got you some tasty treats."
"What type of treats and why are they so
tasty
?" she asked with an amused smile. She could tell that Jason was staring at her cleavage. It was only natural that he was. Her breasts were her greatest vanity and she liked to wear tight-fitting clothes that showed them off.
He smiled back. "You'll just have to open it to find out."
Valerie took the box and untied the ribbon with her white-tipped fingers. She took off the cover and looked inside. There were twelve golden dough balls topped with melted chocolate and colorful sprinkles.
"Cream puffs?" Of course, they were cream puffs. No wonder Jason was so overweight.
"Sort of. They're not the type of cream puffs that you can buy from a store," Jason chuckled, "They're my special recipe. Try one, and you'll see."
Valerie shook her head. She had no interest in eating something made by Jason. Just the thought of his disgusting Doritos-covered fingers on her food made her vomit a little. She tried to be polite. "No thanks. I don't eat sweets. Gotta watch my figure, you know."
"Aww, that's no fun. You just got promoted, you should celebrate a little. Anyway, you can throw them away if you don't want 'em. You should try one though. I spent all night making 'em and they're really good."
Valerie forced a smile. "Was there anything else?"
"Nope. That was it." He waved. "See ya later Val."
She scoffed as she watched Jason walk away. She thought it was thoughtful of him to give her a gift, but she questioned his motives. It was no secret that Jason was a bit resentful that she had 'stolen' his promotion. Perhaps, he was trying to do some sort of prank? It wouldn't surprise her if he put something nasty in the cream puffs just to fuck with her.
Valerie pushed the box to the side and began looking through her email. There were so many messages, so many things she had to do. Part of being promoted is having more responsibilities and that was something she dreaded. As the hour went by, the words on the screen seemed to get more and more blurred.
Rubbing her eyes, she took another glance at the "tasty treats" that Jason had gifted her. They did look good, perhaps, the most sumptuous looking cream puffs she had ever seen. The dough was light and golden and perfectly baked. And then there was the
smell
. It was sweet and absolutely intoxicating, like a birthday cake that had come straight out from the oven. She felt her tongue involuntarily lick her lips.
She didn't know that Jason knew how to cook. It was not something she would have been expected from a nerdy neckbeard like him. It was - it was even a little sexy.
That didn't mean that she was attracted to Jason. No, his short pudgy body still disgusted her. Besides, she already had a boyfriend (who was an underwear model as she liked to boast). After all, a beauty queen like Valerie
deserved
much better than a fat nerd like Jason.
Valerie shook her head from her reverie. She bit her lower lip, unable to take her eyes away from those tasty looking cream puffs. The more she stared, the more it became harder to resist. Her thighs rubbed against each other and her breasts began to perk up in her bra. Fuck, was this making her horny?
Oh, what the hell. I might as well try one.
She picked up one of the cream puffs, pinching it in between her fingers. If Jason was trying to prank her, she couldn't tell. It looked, smelled, and felt like a cream puff. The whiteness of her nail polish contrasted nicely with the darkness of the chocolate and the brightness of the golden dough. It looked unbelievably delicious. Unable to resist any longer, she plopped the one-inch wide dough ball into her salivating mouth.
The flavor was incredible. It was much better than the refrigerated ones she used to buy from the supermarket back in college. Creamy and luscious vanilla pastry cream encased with a light and fluffy dough. The melted chocolate was sweet with just the right amount of bitterness to balance it out. Her brain was buzzing with a burst of dopamine. Valerie had never tasted anything so amazing.
She moaned with pleasure as she chewed and swallowed the creamy sweetness. The rainbow of flavors on her tongue was electric. Her thighs were clenching and her nipples were so hard that they were dimpling on her blouse. Her pussy was even leaking a little, her moist wetness soaking her panties underneath her skirt. She didn't understand why this was turning her on so much. She tried to calm herself down. They were just cream puffs, weren't they?
"Fuck..." she groaned. She pushed her skirt down over her thighs, trying her best to hide her growing arousal.
She looked towards the box again. There were still eleven cream puffs remaining.
I shouldn't. I fucking shouldn't.
But her mind was no longer in control. Her hand moved almost involuntarily to grab another. And another. And another. Each time she popped one in her mouth, it was like a micro orgasm. She had never felt so much pleasure just from eating in her life. She didn't want to stop. She was a slave to the taste.
She moved her hand into the box again. Her fingers searching for more of the tasty treats that Jason had so graciously gifted. But there were no more.
"No..." she whimpered. She grabbed the box and looked inside. It was completely empty. She searched the box with her hands, and then with her face, desperately licking at any remaining crumbs that were sticking on the surface. There had to be more. She
needed
more.
She looked towards Jason's desk nervously. He was typing away at his computer, drinking a cup of coffee. She couldn't ask him for more could she? He was inferior to her. She was the prom queen and he was a nerd. She couldn't be caught dead begging a nerd for something could she?
But they weren't in high school, Valerie tried to rationalize. She was just going to ask a coworker for a favor. A
male
coworker. Guys liked to do Valerie favors. She could remember all the times she had gone to a bar, just to have ten guys around to fulfill her every desire. After all, she was a beautiful sexy woman. What guy could say no to her?
Smiling, and feeling a bit more confident, Valerie pulled out the bobby pins of her hair bun, allowing her sexy hair to cascade down to her shoulders. Then she smoothed her skirt and strode over towards Jason's desk, making sure to sway her wide hips exaggeratedly as she walked. She was wearing a pair of two-inch heels, which made her long legs look even sexier.
Valerie sat down on the edge of Jason's desk with her slender legs outstretched in front of her. Loosening a few buttons on her blouse, she smiled coyly and asked in a little girl's voice "Hey Jason."
"Yes, Val?"
Pulling a strand of her dark hair back over her ear, Valerie bit her lip cutely and asked "I was wondering if maybe you had more of those tasty treats?"
"I just gave you a dozen. You ate all of them already?" Jason said with an amused smile.
She nodded. "Yeah, they were... better than I expected."
"I'm glad you liked them."
"Could you maybe make some more for me? I would really appreciate it if you did." She leaned forward to give him a better view of her cleavage and gave him a 'we both know I'm beautiful' smile.
He grinned and stroked his chin, his leering eyes ogling her breasts and then staring into her dazzling eyes. "I don't know... It took me hours to make those. It doesn't seem fair to me to give them away for free. What's in it for me?"
