"I understand you want to keep your reputation," she said, still stroking. She hiked up the bottom of her dress and sat down in my lap, grinding her panties against my leg and placing the glass of wine on my desk. She was... not as heavy as I thought. I started to worry about getting trapped. "But if you and I come to an agreement, I won't tell until you're ready. And besides, I think that's fair payback for me keeping quiet about something else, too."
I looked at her confused. "Keeping quiet about what?"
"About my boss jerking off to pictures of me in a bikini at the office, of course. That would be pretty bad for your reputation too if it got out, right?"
Fuck. She was going to tell HR. I was screwed. Even if I could convince them that I wasn't looking at Rosie, which seemed tricky, watching porn at work wasn't exactly an approved behavior either.
But still, I couldn't cheat... Right? "I'm sorry, Rosie," I said after some pause. "I really can't cheat on Melissa. No matter what."
She looked at me, almost slightly disappointed. "We're just two people who want each other physically," she retorted. "There's nothing wrong with that. Besides, if you're so intent on not fucking me, even though we both know we want to, we can make each other feel good without actual sex." She was pouting as she continued to jerk me off and grind on my leg. Was this anger or desperation? Both?
"...No penetration?" I ventured. Fuck me.
She smiled wolfishly. "If you insist."
She turned towards me and leaned forward, pressing her massive rack against me. She pressed her open lips against mine, and I started noticing how soft they were. Pillowy, like her ass, which felt in some ways good in my lap. Maybe the handjob was giving me some degree of Stockholm syndrome; her lips and her ass felt good, although not enough to make me want this. She slipped her tongue inside and made out with me for a bit, somewhat against my will, although I felt bound to not completely dead-fish her since we had an agreement. And it wasn't a bad kiss, really. A good one, even, if it had been with someone I'd wanted. Finally she pulled back.
"Make me cum, and I'll make you cum. And then everything about this can be our little secret."
Rosie swiveled around in my lap to face the now-locked door, grinding her ass up against my cock and moving my hand to hold her soft, enormous tit. I played with her giant nipple as she bent over to pull her large, lacey panties down. Her nipple was pointy and she was clearly turned on. And actually, I hadn't gotten any softer, either. Her ass kept grinding up against my dick and I had to admit it felt pretty good. She pulled my other free hand down towards her crotch, and repeated "No penetration... If you insist." She was soaking wet, and had clearly shaved recently with a thin landing strip pointing towards her gushing pussy. She guided my fingers towards her large clit. As we moved together, I noticed just how soft her entire body felt. I pressed my fingers down.
She jerked up and clasped her hands over her mouth, crushing my hand into her breast, barely stifling a shrieked "Oh fuck!" She turned to look at me with an expression of almost painful longing. She ground even harder against me. I kept going, and she led my hands up to grope her massive tits.
They felt amazing, but I knew I had a job to do to get out of this mess. I returned my fingers down below, and she began moaning. "Fuck fuck please... Omigod fuck me don't stop please fuck..." Her entire body began rippling as I played with her. I stuck some of my fingers inside her, breaking my "no penetration" rule a bit, but it was only fingers, right? And it seemed like she really needed it. We kept going as she let out moans and squeaks of pleasure, gyrating and losing herself in my lap; I'd never been with someone so vocal and so sensitive.
When she finally came it was explosive. She jerked forward and strained against my hand, letting out guttural, animalistic moans as she clasped her hands over her mouth again to stifle the noise. She was still loud, half roaring and half crying. She slapped her ass up and down against my legs, trying to both escape and prolong the pleasure.
Finally she came down, and slowly slipped to the floor. She turned around and looked up reverently, reaching up to begin slowly stroking my dick again. She freed her large tits from her bra and dress, giving me a long eyeful. "Thank you, Matt... That was amazing. I haven't felt like that in a long time."
I just sort of smiled, not sure what to say or do.
"I really, really want you inside me," she followed up, with a slight tremor.
"I'm sorry, but I can't," I said, trying to sound kind and sincere. Was I sincere? I was getting lost in the heat of the moment, but I knew I didn't want this. I think.
She nodded, a bit sadly. "I understand." She kept jerking me off, and then slowly getting more into it. She made an O with her lips and blew softly, a glint in her eye, and smiled. "Have some of the wine," she ventured. There was still a hint of a tremor in her voice.
I started to feel sorry for her again. This was obviously one of the better experiences she'd had with men recently, and she didn't even know that I wasn't that into HER (although, I had to admit she'd started to feel reeeally good). I took a long drink of the wine. A lot of men would give just about anything to be sitting in their office, drinking wine while their secretary got them off... I told her so.
She grinned, and extended her tongue, giving long, slow licks up my shaft. I thought: this isn't penetration, right? It's just licking. Still allowed by the rules.
"So you like getting jerked off by your hot fucking slut of a secretary," she asked, teasingly.
I looked down. From this angle, all I could see were her enormous tits hanging, her soft black lips, her golden eyes, her hands slowly jerking my cock. I was, somehow, almost in heaven, against my will. "I love my hot fucking slut of a secretary jerking me off."
"I aim to please, boss. I'll do any —" she licked my dick again — "thing —" lick — "you —" lick — "want." And then a long, slow lick as she swirled her tongue around my cock. This zebra was a proper succubus.
"I want you to wrap your tits around my dick," I said, and she spit on my dick and started rubbing me off with her tits. "I want you to touch yourself while you get me off." She went back to stroking with one hand, and dropped one hand to what sounded like a *very* wet pussy, biting her lip. She went to town on my dick with her tongue again. I moaned. "I want you to come with me," I said.
"Oh that won't be a problem," she laughed, her eyes half lidded. "Are you about to come ?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, but not on the dress." And with that she plunged my dick into her sucking wet mouth and began swirling her tongue. I saw stars. I exploded. I came like a geyser, and I could feel her come around my dick too, trembling and trying to shriek in ecstasy with her mouth incredibly full. Sure, this was breaking the rules, but it was for a practical purpose, right? Cum down her throat to avoid getting cum on the dress. And I'd broken the rules too when I'd fingered her. It felt too good for me to care. It felt perfect. It lasted that way for a while.
Eventually, she let my dick slip out of her mouth, watching it go with a look of longing. "Fuck," she said, "that was amazing."
I laughed, a bit embarrassed. "Yeah. Yeah, that was pretty incredible."
"Mind if I have some wine?"
I passed it to her, and she drank a bit and then slowly heaved her black-and-white striped body off the floor. It was incredible to look at her now. I would never have been attracted to her — although I'd grown an appreciation for certain parts — but now I'd just came buckets down her throat in my office in some of the best technically-non-sex in my life. She kissed me softly on the lips.
"Our little secret," she said. I smiled, and felt a bit relieved. It was over. She pulled me back in and made out with me furiously. I didn't mind, I guess, really, after all we'd done. I kissed her back, deeply. She sat back down in my lap, her doughy ass pressing comfortingly against my softening dick, and placed my hands on her breasts. I tried not to compare them to my wife's tits as I mauled them (God they were so much bigger, though. I didn't even mind if they sagged now, it would’ve just made them feel softer). We kept making out for a few minutes, longer than I'd expected, but it felt kind of nice. Finally, she pulled off me. She ground her ass against me one last time, and then got up.
"See you tomorrow, boss."
(WHAT HAPPENS TOMORROW?)
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