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“Jane, can we talk?”

“Cary. Amazing timing,” Jane sat behind her desk, as usual. Her N95 was nice and snug around her face, and she talked in her usual steady, sure voice. “I’ve put the final touches on the closing report. Well, I should say, I did yesterday. But now it has polish.”

“That’s– that’s great, Jane,” Cary said. He eyed her. It was hard not to assess her fuckability. Although on the other side of forty the immediate score was highly bangable. Jane had a sworl of close-cut black hair and patrician features, and only a few lines when she smiled, which was rare. Cary was afraid to ask how– affected– she was. She was wearing a jean skirt, although in the darkest shade of indigo blue, and she’d bothered to wear a necklace. Jewelry and other accessories had gone away for his other girls – not worth the effort.

She definitely had big mouth-watering tits.

“If you read the first letters down the left hand side it spells out F-U-C-K-Y-O-U, and there are similar word puzzles throughout the copy. All of them cruel. Also my assessment is that this company is doomed. We were fired because I dared to say how troubled. Now I see I was being too kind. Did you fuck poor Evelyn? She’s been sulking after you ignored her window routine.”

“Ahh– no,” Cary said. Jane’s eyebrows went up. “I got a phone call, from another guy– like me. Jane, what are you…?”

Jane slipped her N95 off. She had coated her lips in pink lipstick. She took a deep, ostentatious breath, and smiled, very broadly. “Finally,” she said.

Now her eyelids were low and lazy.

“Jane, maybe you should put that back on?” Cary said, nervous.

“Cary, you don’t get it, do you?” Jane said, lazily. She pushed back in her chair. “What you’re doing to us women? You’re the best thing in the world. You’re happiness. I just wanted to finish my fuck-you report before I fucked you.” She took another deep breath. “Oh lord.”

“I’m actually kinda thinking maybe this is a bad idea— I sort of came over to you for a breather—”

Jane waved her hand, dismissive. “It really doesn’t matter,” she said, and put her feet up on the desk. She shifted her legs apart. The lighting wasn’t quite right, but Cary was suddenly very sure she wasn’t wearing panties. “If a god wants to fuck you, you do it. You don’t really have a choice.” For the first time a note of uncertainty crept in. “I mean, if that’s okay, sir. You – you’ll fuck me, right?”

“I’ve already got a bunch of—” Cary started. Jane stood up, alarmed. She felt at her own face, checking for wrinkles.

“I know I’ve been wearing boring outfits but they’re gone, believe me,” Jane said. “And my pussy is– actually, I don’t know if you want it loose or tight. It’s whatever you want it to be. Cary, you aren’t really going to– I’ve been watching you fuck those two girls senseless. I haven’t said a thing. Please, sir.”

“Jane—”

“My daughter Helen is coming home from college soon. She’s a hotter version of me. Just put one of your sweaty shirts in her room, that’s all it’ll take, believe me.” Jane waved her phone in front of Cary. A raven-haired girl with big juicy tits smiled for the camera.

“Jane!”

“Yes, sir!” Jane said, nervous.

“Of course I’ll fuck you. Bend over. Right now. On my desk.”

She had that last moment of hesitation: really? In the middle of the work day? Out in public? With a dick that big, a man nowhere close to her age? Changing her entire life forever? But as usual it was just that – momentary. Her body started moving before her mind agreed to it, smoothing her skirt and walking her over to the desk. Cary was now experienced enough to recognize someone who didn’t know exactly how to get fucked doggy-style by a big dick on a desk. She flopped over like a folded book instead of arching her back and setting her feet.

For Maria and Evelyn Cary had been deliberate and slow. But with Clara he had tried something new – just shoving it all the way in without any warning. It was counterintuitive but seemed better for the girls. Or at least, Clara had acted like he had stuck a live wire in her brain.

He wanted to still talk to her. “I’m worried about how I’m going to afford all you girls. Like, now I have four sluts to take care of. And I’m probably gonna fuck your daughter. What happens when it’s eight?”

“I have a…” Jane was losing her composure. He moved her body around to get into position, and she was already shaking. Especially when he did his usual test of how wet she was, rubbing a finger on the outside of her pussy. It was plenty juicy. “...nice big house. I got divorced and… oh.. God… please, Cary. Stick it in me.”

“Can it sleep ten? Twenty? At this rate…” Cary broke off. Why lie to himself? He was eager to fuck Jane. He needed it as much as she did. He shook his head. The important thing was to keep a positive attitude and be sensitive to the needs of others, and things would work out. He shoved his fat prick up Jane’s cunt.

“I think what we need to do is—” but she was already past listening, mewing and moaning. He just had to hope she stayed a little smarter then the others. It’d be nice to have someone to talk to.

He wondered idly when her daughter was coming home.