Messy

After setting up a small desk outside of your office, Amber made it her mission to make sure you were perfectly satisfied about everything. She ordered lunch for you, she typed reports for you, she read proposals to you, she sucked your cock...

Oh yes. Three more times.

You had never been the most virile man in the past. Once a day was more than enough for your body to handle. Something had changed, though, and not just your socks and underwear. Every time Amber walked in and said something suggestive, you were ready to go. Like living in some teenager's wet dream, you found yourself fucking your former rival's face over and over, and each time she would thank you for the opportunity. It was amazing.

The last time, though, Amber had gotten a bit sloppy. You held her hair in your hands as you thrust down her throat. She moaned. She teased your testicles. At the last second, she looked up and stared at you straight in the eyes with a hungry look. That was all you could take. Fountains of cum blasted out of your erection into her throat. Where it had all come from was a mystery, after having been emptied out so many times that day, but you knew where it was going.

Finally, your body shaking with pleasure, you pushed yourself back from the kneeling red-head. She was still staring, now in admiration and adulation. She smiled, and a long stream of cum leaked out of her mouth. This would normally have been an exciting image, but the stream dripped straight down onto your black dress pants.

"Damnit!" you said, watching the sperm soak into your pants. The smell, the look, if anyone saw it, it would be obvious to see what it was.

Just then, the phone rang at Amber's desk.

"I'll be right back, baby," she cooed, "I'm sure we can fix it. In the meantime, your next appointment will be here soon. The new CFO from Jasper Falls, I believe."

Amber stood up and scurried to her desk to retrieve the call, leaving you panicked. The CFO from Jasper Falls? And you with sperm down the front of your pants?!

Frantic, your eyes dart around the room. Did you have anything to change into? It was bad enough to be wearing panties and stockings, but to be wearing these pants, you'd be labelled a pervert and fired for sure! Then something caught your eyes. The desk drawer by your left knee was different. Instead of matching the worn wood look of the rest of the desk, it was deeper, darker, and ornately carved in a way that reminded you of...

The wardrobe!

You slid the drawer open with a mixture of dread and hope. Inside, instead of finding office supplies, you found..