Adam was pounding the new secretary, Mindy, a smug smirk etched into the corners of his mouth.
The last three weeks had been like a scene out of someone else's life. After jerking off at home for two days straight, he went back to work, feeling cockier than he ever had before. He chuckled to himself at his own little joke as he stepped out of the elevator and into the office.
"Morning," he said to the women standing by the water tank, their legs bound in tightly-fitted pencil skirts. His penis, now so sensitive, throbbed deliciously and pressed against the fabric of his slacks. He could have sworn he felt glances being thrown his way as he strode towards his office, nodding hello to the various employees he passed.
He was soon to learn that these weren't just manifestations of his own, inflated ego.
Turning the pages of the dossier on his desk, he heard a feminine cough by the doorway. "Hello, sir," It was Blanche, the human resources representative. Her hair was slightly dissheveled and it looked as though her cheeks were slightly flushed. Adam was reminded of how she had turned him down for a date about six months back every time he saw her amazing tits stretching the fabric of her shirt. He thought that it might have been the rumors the other women had passed aorund- about his small, unsatisfying dick that had turned her off at the time. The thought usually rankled, but his time, he got a savage pleasure imagining how she would regret that decision if there was ever an opportunity to show off his new package.
"Come in, Blanche," he beamed, "what can I do you for?"
"Well, I..." Was it just him or did she not look at all well? She seemed confused and kept staring at him, her shirt looking more damp by the minute.
"Do you need to go home?" he asked, frowning at her flushed complexion. He was irritated now, especially since his erection was only growing as her nipples became more visible through the damp fabric of her blouse.
"No," she said suddenly, "I just...do you remember how you asked me out a while back?"
Adam shifted awkwardly and nodded.
"Well I...are you free for lunch?"
Surprised, Adam cleared his throat and looked down at his calendar, trying not to look too smug. He remembered the witch, Miss, she had called herself, who had altered his penis for him; the hunger in her eyes as she looked at his naked genitals. What if... he shook the thought from his head.
"I'm sure I could squeeze you in," he smiled. "You look hungry, why don't I make this last call and we can go get something to eat as soon as I'm done?" Blanche nodded and closed the door behind her with a dreamy look in her eyes.
Half an hour later, Adam was making his usual excuse; "So sorry, I just realized I left my wallet at my apartment, do you mind...?"
She complimented the décor, accepted a glass of water. She took off her jacket and he could see the full gloriousness of her rack up close. Her breasts weren't monstrously large, but they were so round and perky that he fairly drooled at the sight of them.
"I was disappointed that we never went out..." he said, feigning shyness, his back turned to her as he washed her glass at the sink.
"I've always thought you were...very attractive."
He turned around to find Blanche staring at him in the same, dazed way. He walked slowly towards her and pressed his lips into hers.
In a blur, she had pulled off her shirt and pulled him onto the couch. Unzipping his pants, she gasped and stared at his semi-erect cock.
"Fuck," she whispered, before choking herself trying to engulf the meaty shaft in her mouth.
He came- twice- first in her mouth, then deep inside her spasming snatch. In the final moments, she seemed to eke out a small orgasm, her fingers moving madly, but he wouldn't have cared either way. Now she knew he was packing a serious dick. A dick she seemed magnetically attracted to.
The great thing about Blanche was that she was a gossip. He couldn't have planned the whole thing better himself as employee after employee made an excuse to meet up with him for lunch or dinner. Karen, a notorious nymphomaniac, found her way into his office so many times that he began fitting her in during coffee breaks, finally porking her as she bent over the copier, leaving her dripping and hungry for more.
