My eyes open slowly; my body feels heavy as I try to stretch and push myself up into a sitting position, swinging my legs off of the bed.
“Ugh,” I grunt as my hand fumbles through my laundry basket where my phone fell, alarm continues to buzz at me. I reach it finally and swipe the alarm away, wishing i could lay back down. It’s a Tuesday though, which means I work the early shift.
I stretch again, this time standing on my tip-toes and holding my hands together over my head while arching my back, and my pale and very naked early-morning breasts bounce as I release the pose. I have always slept naked. I am hypersensitive, so I find cloth against my skin very irritating, and I try to where as little cloth as possible without looking like a whore. I dress myself for the day, having showered the night before, and I skip panties and a bra and look for a dress thats snug enough just below my breasts so that it will hold them up instead of me having to bother with a bra. This is a difficult task for many dresses, because of the sheer weight on my chest.
I usually wear a bra size of 40E or 42DDD, but I know from having been measured at a Victoria’s Secret, that my actual breast size lands closer to a G or H cup.
I find a dress near the foot of my bed that i think will hold up my massive tits, while showing a decent amount of cleavage, but unfortunately my large round ass, equal in measure to my bust, lifts the back end of the dress provocatively and I curse the Gods for it. My leggings have a stain on the knee, and I don’t think I can comfortably wear any more cloth today anyway, so I will just have to go out like this. The dress is white with a pattern of large purple flowers, which match my hair. Shaved on the sides, my head is topped with a mess of bright purple, pink, and blue hair. My ever so sensitive skin doesn’t like long hair.
I grab my keys and my purse, and head out the door. Knowing nothing about the events so soon about to occur.
I pull up to the office building where I work and rush inside, hoping I’m not logging in late. I am. 10 minutes late. Again. I sigh and silently pray to the Gods that I dont get fired today.
The phone isnt ringing yet, its a really slow day for calls and I wonder how long I have before my first call. I keep an eye on my email here and there but I start scrolling through Tumblr on my phone while I wait for a call. My cubicle has no door and the walls are so thin, everyone on the call floor can hear each other at a normal speaking volume without speaking up at all, but although they can hear me, no one can see me unless they walk by my desk, which doesn’t happen often. I say this because as I scroll through tumblr I’m reminded of what a secret slut I am. My dashboard is mostly porn, with the occasional meme. Anal porn, lesbian porn, bbc interracial porn, threesome porn, etc. The list goes on. I love to watch porn as I wait between calls. There’s something exciting about it.
I stop scrolling through the nude photos to watch a video. Blow job. A magnificent one too. This girl is bobbing her head up and down and ferociously slobbering and choking on a massive dick. Fuuuuck… I feel my sex moistening at the scene. I love sucking dick, it tastes phenomenal and I think I have an oral fixation. I could easily cum from giving head. I reach down in front of me and dip my hand beneath the hym of my dress. There is a heat radiating from between my legs and my finger finds a slit, that place where my outer labia meet and protect my most private place. I lean back in my chair and use my fingers to pry open my hot pussy lips. As my index and ring fingers hold the lips apart, my middle finger dips down to my clitoris. I know my body well and instantly my sensitive body shivers. My hand pulls away and my finger lands in my mouth. I dont tast half bad, I think. I shouldnt play much more or I’ll risk squirting on my office chair.
I glance back to my email. New mail. I put my cell down and open the message.
It has come to my attention that you have arrived late for the past 3 days consecutively, as well as calling in once last week as well. Please come to room 403 at 10 am to discuss this.
“Please don’t get fired!!” I internally scream. Shit. In trouble with the boss. I dread this, although he is rather handsome. Probably 6'4, dark skinned, hair cut in a short fade with a clean line. He’s a little chubby but I could tell he is very strong from tue first time we shook hands. His arms look like they are dense with muscle.
It’s only 8 right now so I still have 2 hours until this meeting. I should be preparing for this conversation, but I get a snapchat notification and let myself be distracted. I justify myself by thinking of snapchat as my other job. Trying to make a little extra cash I “camgirl” on snapchat. I record myself masturbating and take nudes in my cubicle sometimes. The message simply says, “slut,” and I smile at it proudly. In reaction, I pull my heavy breasts out of the top of my dress and rub my nipples gently. I prop up my phone in front of me and bounce up and down in my office chair. Then I squeeze and pinch at my nipples, quietly gasping in pleasure.
I stop, put my tits away, and post the video to my story as well as sending it to that follower who messaged me. I check the clock and its only 8:10. Still no calls. Too much time to burn. I open tumblr back up and think as I watch two girls make out with a cock between their mouths, giving the unseen guy some very sexy head. One girl moves to straddle the cock in cowgirl position, the other girl moving up to straddle the man’s face, the two girls facing each other once again beginning to kiss again, they both moan as the man licks one pussy while pounding the other from underneath.
I look at my backpack hungrily. I have a thick peach-and-cream colored dildo in my backpack with a towel. I could set it up in my chair so that I dont get my seat wet and I can put my dress down around it. I stick my head out of my cubicle to make sure no one is headed this direction, and I make quick work of this. Suddenly I’m sitting up straight with a thick fake cock pushing into me as I lower myself. The toy stretches my tight sensitive pussy and my break quickens, causing my large breasts to jiggle just below my face. I sink all the way down into the chair, the widest part of the toy straining my pussy lips and the towel, bunched up against me, pressing rough and unforgiving against my clit. I take a few deep breaths.
“Shit!” I mutter softly as the phome rings. I pick up. Having to assist this customer with my pussy stuffed. Its a password reset and I’m actually good at my job, so it shouldnt take long. “Can I get your User ID?” I ask, gently starting to rock myself in my chair, the thick toy sliding around in me. My clit is getting a lot of stimulation. “Thank you so much, ma'am, and could I get you to go directly to the email login for me, please?” I’ve already got her account up and unlocked the account. If she remembers her password I won’t need to do anything else. “Thank you so much, ma'am. I’ve unlocked your account so go ahead and try to login now.” I have one hand on the mouse in case I need to click something, but my other hand is reaching down my dress front and groping a breast aggressively. “You’re in? Fantastic! Anything else I can do for you?” I spread my legs in the seat, arching my back and pumping my hips downward. “Oh it’s no problem, ma'am, you have a lovely day.” Oh fuck… I might cum. “Haha, thank you…” oh GAWD!!! I feel my pussy squeezing the toy, “…alright, bye now!” I say in a cheery voice. I push myself up and pull out the toy. Maybe I’m torturing myself but I know that even if the towel gets my little puddle now, if I have a full orgasm, only one towel will not be enough. At home I use 3 or 4 towels all folded and placed right underneath me and in front of me since sometimes the squirt shoots several feet out. I wipe myself dry and put the towel and toy back into my backpack. Choosing to stop before I get myself into any more trouble. 8:45. Sigh. Guess i should distract myself another way.
An hour goes by with me just coloring a picture of a tree. I keep colored pencils at my desk and I use them fairly often. As I reach closer to the meeting time I realize that he plans to meet me on the 4th floor. He said room 403. The 4th floor is mostly vacant. Pretty much no one works up there, and large portions of the floor are dark and unoccupied. I explore that area sometimes during my lunch break so i know where room 403 is.
I decide to head up there now. The elevator is always really cold for some reason, and on my way up to the 4th floor, I can feel my nipples hardening from it. Not wearing a bra, this makes my nipples extremely visible. I try not to think about. Maybe he won’t notice.
I enter the room with caution. It’s cold in here too. Great… I look around, the room is bigger than necassery. Like the remains of what was once a busy conference room, there are maybe 5 chairs at the table and you could easily have fit more double that many at the long meeting-table. There are metal cubicle frames without cloth just leaning on the wall near the door. This room has not been used in a while. I wonder why he wanted to meet here. I beat him here so I pick a chair at the end of the table and sit down. When I sit, this dress feels even shorter. My bare pussy would be right against the chair if I hadnt sat down very carefully, pulling at the back of the dress and squeezing my thick thighs together. I roll the chair toward the table in case I relax enough to let my legs spread the way I naturally sit. My thighs may block the view to my pussy right now but the more I move, the more of my ass will be visible.
I’m still adjusting myself a tad when he walks in. He closes and locks the door behind him and walks toward me.
“Hello Mr. Bergen,” I say with a cheer. If I stay positive, maybe this will all be okay.
“Hello, Susie, how’s the day going?” He asks politely, taking a seat rather close to me. I assumed we would sit opposite the table from each other, but he chose the closest chair to me and rolled it even closer to me.
“It’s going pretty good, it’s a little slow out there, so I’ve mostly been coloring in between calls and updating tickets, thanks again for letting me keep those kinds of things at my desk.” I feel extra self-conscious as I speak, like he is staring right at my lips. I decide look at his too.
“That’s no problem at all,” he said, his lips are dark brown and bright pink. Large and smooth looking. I heard once that the color of a man’s lips are the same as the color of his penis. I wondered if thats true as I tried to not look at his crotch to search for a bulge.
“Thank you, sir,” I smile. My eyes keep flickering lower. Dont. Look.
“So I wanted to talk to you about these late arrivals and that absence. Is everything okay?” He leans toward me, the top button of his shirt is open, smooth dark skin peaks out at me. I wonder if he knows its not buttoned all the way.
“Yes, sir.” I say immediately, then I stop and think, “well… actually I haven’t been sleeping all that well. I keep trying to go to sleep and failing for hours. I eventually do fall asleep, but I guess because it takes me so long to get there, I end up sleeping through my alarm.” I offer a half smile. That’s mostly true, I think.
“That’s a shame, is there anything I can do?” He asks. His eyes fall to my cleavage in a noticeable way, so I decide to peak at his bulge. It’s a large bulge. I feel my mouth water. I look up at him.
“Oh… hahaha, thats very kind of you, but I’m not sure how you’d be able to get me to sleep.” I look at him, considering. The only reason I can’t sleep is because I stay up all night masturbating.
“Oh you don’t think I can make you tired?” He says, causing me to double take at the words. “I bet I could wear you out.” He says it so boldly, I’m not even sure what to say, not that he gives me a chance. In one sudden movement this massive man is leaning toward me and spinning my chair toward him. His face is inches from mine suddenly and his hands land on my shoulders, sudden and firm, but gentle enough not to hurt my delicate frame. I gasp as he does this.
Okay, now I really have no idea what to do. I chuckle awkwardly, and look into his eyes, do I want this? I’ve been horny as hell, but this is my boss, and he is coming on VERY strong. I decide to play it safe and act innocent. “I’m not sure I catch your meaning…” I suggest.
“Oh you are catching exactly what I’m throwing,” he says, “always in short dresses, always eying me, always smelling like sex and strawberries. Even the way you walk, swinging those wide hips of yours. You scream, ‘Fuck me!’ everywhere you go.” I feel conflicted. A part of me wants to leave, accuse him of being rapey, and start looking for another job. Another part of me wants to submit to him fully, suck that dick and let him have his way with me. Maybe I should keep denying him. See how far he’ll take it on his own.
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