Desk Job

Carrie was under John's desk, waiting as patiently as she could. She reached up, gently massaging her 34DDs. It was late October now; her tits had settled in nicely. She was doing more time in the gym to keep her upper back strong with the new weight up there, but she did get a lot of new outfits to go with the upgrade.

"I'm going to be on client calls for the next hour, Ms. Patterson, so no disturbances please," John told his secretary as he came in to his office.

"Yes Mr. Putnam," his secretary replied as he closed and locked the door. Carrie's phone buzzed.

Cassie: I just can't believe it is that big! Joshie is 5 inches and he says that is big!!!

Carrie: I don't know what to tell you, Cassie ... he is lying. Look, I've got work to do.

Cassie: Barbie! You aren't even working anymore!!!

Carrie put the phone down as 'work' sat down. She leaned up, undoing his large belt buckle and unzipping his jeans. John lifted up his hips a bit, as Carrie tugged his jeans and underwear to his ankles. She looked upon his half-mast cock, the forest of gray hair covering his ass and balls. It felt like he was getting grayer every month, and she loved it. Carrie leaned down first to plant two, pink lipstick laden kisses on his big balls, then let her tongue lean down to explore his ass crack. John picked up the receiver.

"Tommy, how the hell are you? I'm sorry Barbie and I can't make the Halloween party this year, we're going out to Florida to see Chad play. Yeah? Oh yeah, you'll love her. She can be a real ass kisser sometimes," John said as Carrie peppered his asshole in kisses. "But we'll definitely make the Christmas Party..."

With John now fully erect, Carrie leaned back on her haunches. She took a photo, sending it to Cassie.

Carrie: See? Work.

Cassie: OMG!!!!!! Hey, I have an idea --

Carrie put the phone back down, letting his tongue lazily wag back and forth up his shaft, the barbell accentuating the sensations. John, ever the bull, kept control of the situation, extending the pleasure for both of them as she started giving him an exquisite blowjob. He did half a dozen calls as Carrie bobbed up and down his cock.

"Charlie? How are you man," John said. Carrie froze, then peeked out from under the table with brown eyes big and questioning. John smiled slyly, palming her skull as he brought her back onto his cock, fucking her mouth. "Listen, I wanted to thank you for bringing your business to First Bank. Barbie? Oh, she's working hard. She's the hardest working girl I've ever met," he said, pushing his cock deeper down Carrie's throat.

"Yeah, she's been the best thing to ever happen to me. What? Oh yeah, we are looking forward to bringing you a grandson soon. You guys are .... cumming. ... for Thanksgiving, right?" John said, shooting thick ropes of cum into Carrie's belly. "Fantastic. I think Barbie is a bit occupied right now, but she'll probably call you shortly." He hung up, as Carrie finished swallowing.

"Daddy! You're so bad!" Carrie giggled. John smirked.

After Carrie looked at her text from Cassie. Hmm, not a bad idea. It'd make a hell of a birthday for John.