Let's Use Another Boon

As I decide how to fuck my lovely coworker, I feel an ache in my crotch, something that hasn't been sated in a long time. I realized that what I needed right now wasn't to eat her out, or drive my crotch into her face, or scissor her, or finger her. No, what I needed right now was to top her with a massive cock shoved into one of her lower orifices. Luckily, I had access to that.

I reached into my back pocket, and almost out of thin air pulled forth one of the Boons that had brought me the most pleasure in life, my signature strap-on. It could shape shift, but usually I had it default to what I thought my actual cock would look like: fleshy, huge, and always hard. I quickly attached it, which didn't require anything more than just touching it to my crotch, where it melded into my skin and interfaced to my nerve endings directly, causing me to feel everything that I ought to feel, if it were my real cock, in perfect clarity, down to the slight A.C. in the room.

Jennifer never took her eyes off me, and never stopped playing with herself. Every time I thought she was starting to stare at me funny, I would just hit her with another burst of lust, and almost melt that tiny brain of hers. I moved up to the edge of the table, grabbed her legs firmly, and moved them so that her feet were in line with her head. Her eyes bulged as my smile widened. "Wow Jen, you're really flexible. I bet you're a really fun fuck, huh?"

"Please just fuck me now. I don't care how, I just need you to fuck me." She begged. Didn't care how, huh? Well then, it looked like I had a choice in front of me, as I stared down at her crotch, her thong running along her pussy and barely covering her asshole.