"Aglurp."

"Again, you say?"

*Nod*

"Ok, but this time I want something to eat as well." His words arrested Barbara as she was almost lunging towards his crotch for another go. She quickly realized his intent though, and impatiently waited as he laid himself down on the hard concrete floor, covered with a thin and easy to clean carpet. Typical office flooring, he figured, but if this was going to happen at work he'd need to talk to Barb about i...

His thoughts ceased as he witnessed the awesome sight of Barbara's massive but firm ass and thighs framing her pussy as it swung into position, her interpretation of his intentions bringing it in front of his face as she straddled him in a position he'd fantasized about but never experienced. His massive cock was suddenly enveloped by her mouth again, albeit the opposite side. Now the underside of his head was bumping the roof of her mouth and occasionally the back of her teeth as she brought all the skills she apparently had (whether they were new with her body changes he wasn't sure) to bear against him.

Fuuuuuuk that was good. Maximus from 2 days ago would have cum already. But that version of him would never have been here to start with.

Time to see if his fantasies and porn usage had trained him well enough to compete.

His hands reached up, grabbed her hips, and pulled her pussy towards his face. He stared at it from inches away for a few moments, a bit of wonder running through him. Then he dove in, and began experimenting.

It was quickly apparent that at least half the stuff he'd read and watched was either situational, varied from woman to woman, or just flat wrong. A few times Barbara even stopped sucking to glare back at him, and a bit of her previous boss mode showed up as she told him not to do that again. After getting a few false starts out of the way, he began to get a feel for what did work by the volume of moaning and humming vibrating his cock. That, and the occasional full stop as she trembled and shook atop him. Also the volume of liquid available for consumption. It was all quite interesting, and sufficiently distracting that he figured she'd orgasmed at least a few times in the next 20 minutes, which easily met his goal of getting her to cum before he did.

Which was about when he got too distracted chasing that sneaky bastard of a clit that kept trying to hide, and suddenly realized he was blasting another huge load down her throat, which apparently had triggered another orgasm from her, and quite a wet one.

Barbara was quite dedicated at this point, and kept sucking through it. She definitely had a small bump in her belly now, and after he recovered enough to think again, he caressed her ass firmly with his hands. His apparently ridiculous stamina had his cock maintaining it's hardness, bolstered if needed by yet another fantasy of his being made reality, in part.

On that note, his tongue was tired. Apparently his fantasies were lacking in some details of stamina. Or something. However this shit worked. Soooooo...

He gave Barbara's ass a light slap with his left hand. "Up for another round?" Barbara just lay atop him, resting briefly, and let out a soft groan. After about 3 minutes of waiting and only getting groans in response, he decided this was a teaching moment.

Using the new levels of strength he had after 2 days of his body changing, he sat up while simultaneously picking up her upper body. Her ass slid down his torso, pussy slapping wetly against his cock, and the latest groan became a moan. Repositioning partially complete, he picked her up, holding her massive ass against him and supporting her weight partially with the base of his cock. This, of coarse, ground her clit and pussy against his erection, which in turn caused more moaning and (probably?) a small orgasm. He then accomplished the hardest part by somehow standing up and holding her in place the whole while. His legs were way stronger than they had been, clearly.
He sat heavily on the edge of his chair, juices from Barbara's still-leaking pussy running past his cock, over his balls (refilling again) and onto the floor.

In hindsight, it probably would have been easier to roll her off onto the floor and get up, picking her up from from there. She probably wouldn't even have noticed, she seemed quite out of it.

Ok, teaching moment was out, who knew what would happen if he tried to fuck her right now. His cock was still hard though. Maybe he could fantasize about having more control or something? But he'd been fantasizing for over a decade at this point, how long would that even take? He really needed to update those fantasies after some real world experience though. Having a constantly hard cock was great if you were surrounded by willing partners, but alone in an office with a nigh-comatose boss you'd just cunnilingused into a stupor, it was a pain in the....dick.

A sudden lack of supporting structure under Barbara caused her to slide down him onto the floor, flopping onto her side. Apparently the response time to fantasies needing changed was faster than he'd thought, because his dick was down to it's 25% hard state which it never seemed to go below. He was a bit worried about that much blood moving around so quickly, but apparently it worked, so...whatever.

He stared down at Barbara for a few seconds. She was drooling onto the floor, a few globs of his cum leaking out of her mouth.

He reached for the wet wipes, cleaned his dick, cleaned Barbara, and put her skirt back on. When had that even come off? Maybe when he was distracted by the carpet. Apparently she'd had no underwear on, and his cock threatened a resurgence at the thought of what she might have planned. But no. He picked her up, carried her back to her office, and placed her in the large comfortable office chair he'd envied. Then he scrawled a brief note on the sticky note block next to her desk.

"Next time we need something softer than the floor, and cleaning supplies."

After that, he went back to work, half hoping she'd wake up, but the other half wanting the ego boost eating a woman into a 5 hour nap would bring. Shit, had they been at it for over an hour?

Yep, the problem child had tossed two alerts at him. Back to documenting poor decisions again.

Author's note: I don't care that the internet has no indication of "cunnilingused" being a word. I'm claiming it should be, and defining it as "the state someone is in after having been competently administered cunnilingus." Or whatever. Specifics of how dictionaries define words are not my area of expertise.

As in "She had been well and truly cunnilingused."