Work Debut

When Kelly arrived at work the next day, she caused quite a stir. Wearing a pair of skin-tight leather hip-hugging pants, a thin, black T-shirt that revealed a good portion of her sexy, flat tummy (not to mention showing off every detail of her beautiful new breasts), and a pair of enormous plastic platforms with seven-inch heels, the beautiful blonde had the attention of all male eyes in the office.

She couldn't help but giggle as she felt eyes stripping her, sweeping over every inch of her shapely form. A warmth began to spread in her crotch. Strolling down the hall, she couldn't help but stare at the bulges in the pants of every man she passed. Kelly didn't care if they were short, fat, tall, young or old - all she cared about was the stiff rod that they carried. Her mind was plagued with images of cock - cocks shooting on her, cocks in her mouth, cocks in her pussy, cocks in her ass, cocks, cocks, COCKS!

The heat in Kelly's cunt intensified. She wanted a cock - needed a cock. A cock to nuzzle. A cock to suck. A cock to fuck. Her breath began to get short as the images flashed through her mind. The beautiful blonde felt as if her purpose in life was to find cocks, and make them happy. She felt like dropping to her knees in front of the next man, and sucking him off, drinking his cum, bathing in his cum . . . Kelly shuddered as she experienced a small orgasm. The now-curvaceous blonde wondered how she'd get through the day if she couldn't even get to her desk without cumming.

Suddenly, behind her, a door opened. She heard the voice of her boss say sternly, "Miss Andrews! Could I see you in my office a moment?"

Kelly turned to see Mr. Griffin beckoning her. She tossed her blonde mane, and gave him a sultry look while running her tounge around her heavily-lacquered lips.

"Sure, Mr. G," she said, and strutted over to his office. Mr. Griffin gulped, and ducked back inside. Kelly followed him.

Mr. Griffin was in his early fifties, with iron-grey hair. Despite his age, he'd managed to keep in fairly decent shape. Kelly also noted that he sported a rather nice erection behind his suit. Mr. G, gentleman to the last, was waiting for her to sit down before he did, allowing the horny blonde a good view of his crotch.

"M-miss Andrews," the elder began, obviously unsure of what to say, "I'm afraid I must protest your . . . ah . . . outfit . . . "

"What's wrong with my outfit?" Kelly interrupted, pouting.

"Nothing," Griffin flustered, "It's just that . . ."

"What?" Kelly asked, rising. "Is something wrong with it?" She pointed to her breasts, clearly outlined by the thin cotton of her shirt. "Can't you see enough of my tits?" She turned around, and bent over. "Or maybe it's not tight enough around my ass, do you think?"

Mr. Griffin blushed deeply, at a loss for words.