It goes well... For Stacey

The next morning I came into the office with a rather large hangover. Stacey, of course, was already at her desk, and smiled at me... And then discreetly licked her lips. Despite myself, I could actually feel myself harden a bit looking at her voluptuous form. I'd been balls deep in that last night, with those massive tits...

I snapped out of it and walked quickly to my office. Sure, there were good parts, but I couldn't let myself get Stockholm syndrome. But opening my laptop, I saw there was already an email there waiting for me from Stacey. The subject line said "To remember last night by." With some trepidation, I opened it.

It was a video, and the preview immediately gave away what its contents were.

I closed the email immediately.

This was it; she truly, completely had me. There was no backing out of it now: in addition to everything else she had on me, now she had video evidence as well. I couldn't say no to her advances, although I had to admit I hadn't been particularly good at saying no before, either.

At around noon, she waltzed into my office, thick hips swaying and carrying two plates with burgers, one in each hand. "See anything you'd like to eat?" She said with a slight smirk. I knew what she wanted, and locked the door. It took only seconds for me to be fucking her over my desk, again.

Her fat belly slapped back and forth obscenely as we fucked, and I sucked on her giant tits. She reached down and fondled my balls, and then gripped them. "I have you by these, don't I baby?" she asked, sweetly, and yet with an undertone of menace. I nodded. "You can't say no to me, can you?" she asked, and I nodded again. She laughed. And somehow, even with all this insanity, and even despite — or, I was realizing as I sank into her huge ass and watched her boobs ripple and jiggle across her chest, perhaps because of? — her huge size, goddamn if Stacey weren't the best fuck I'd ever had. I fucked her harder, and she came, fat rolling on my desk and thick thighs wrapped around me. "Say it," she said. I kept fucking her. "You know what you have to say, John. Say it."

I pounded in and out of her. I was so close; she was too good. And what choice did I have? She owned me. I leaned in and kissed her.

"I love you, Stacey."

She kissed me back, and I pumped what felt like gallons of cum into her.

A few minutes later, as we both dressed, she looked over her shoulder at me. "There's a conference in Miami in two and a half weeks," she said. "I booked us both tickets." I nodded.

"Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get in +1s," she said, grinning darkly.