Finger your boss

Dale took his two bowls of jelly and pulled, revealing the valley within. His crack was expectedly hair slicked, darker than you expected though. You could make out where his hole, your target, was. You throbbed at the sight. You parted the hairs, revealing his entrance in full. You rubbed it, making Dale suck in his breath. He wasn't arguing back anymore, but you could tell he was still fuming. You popped your finger in your mouth. You could taste the slight musk of his on it just from your teasing. Wetting your digit, you pushed into your boss.

"Hmmph" he grunted, not accustomed to intrusion.

You took delight in feeling his flesh imediately crush your finger. The heat radiating from his untouched backdoor was intense. Your cock was tenting, ready to be in there. You wanted to play around a little more, though. See how far you could push your boss. You twisted and hooked your finger, earning groans from the older man. You wiggled it, grinning asthe small movements of your knuckles made this large man squirm. You began working in a second finger when Dale got a phonecall.

"D-Dale Beaumont sp-speaking?" he stumbled his way through his greeting.

You heard a muffled voice. This wouldn't do.

"Speaker." you order.

He complies, switching his phone onto speaker mode.

"Who was that?" the voice, an older man, asks.

"Nothing." Dale quickly says, "As you were."

"As I was saying, we are waiting for you to join in on this zoom meeting. Of course, I hope that's no problem to you." the man says condescendingly, pleasing you.

"Of c-course, right away." Mr. Beaumont says quickly before switching off.

You remove your fingers. The man shuffles for his computer. You stroke your length in gleeful anticipation.