Fuck yeah, she does

"Allow me to give you a hands-on demonstration," she says.

"I hope this won't affect my performance review," you joke.

"Oh darling, of course not. This is just fun."

She wraps an arm around you and throws you onto the desk. As strong as you feel, she tosses you like a paperweight. As she sashays towards your prone form you realise something is blocking your view. Your dick has more than doubled in size and thickness. It soars up from your groin like a terrifying red obelisk. But it doesn't scare Vespa. She mounts the desk and spreads her pussy between her fingers, astride your infernal cock. The moment her entrance sucks you in, your body arches. Visceral heat courses through your veins, centring on the impossible pleasure of your boss's cunt. She does the work, squatting down over you. The phone perched on the edge of her desk rings. Without missing a beat she puts it on speaker phone.

"Ms Vespa, Mr Wilson is here with the reports."

"Send him in," she moans. The receptionist must have heard you. The plap plap plap of your fucking is too loud to ignore.

The giant double doors you'd passed through as a human open once more and a slender, blue-skinned figure in a tan suit enters carrying a sheaf of papers. He casually hands the documents to Vespa who snatches them from his grip the moment they are in range. She reads through them at an astonishing pace, all while riding you like a cowgirl.

"Yes... Yes! This is exactly what I need. Thank you, Fred."

"My pleasure," he nods.

From your position lying out on the desk you see him peer at you and your impressive member. You look away.

"Don't be shy," he says. Then he turns to Vespa. "New hire?"

"Yes!" She gasps. "Starts tomorrow. Dale Parsons, I'd like you to meet Fred Wilson, head of acquisitions. Fred, meet Dale Parsons, legal counsel."

He offers you his hand and you struggle to take it from upside down. Your grip is shaking.

"Pleased to meet you," he says.

"A p-pleasure," you groan.

"Will that be all, Vespa?"

"Yes, thank you. You can go."

Before departing, Fred taps your sweaty shoulder.

"My advice? Keep trying new positions. I swear, Vespa's pussy feels different each way you fuck it."

Then with a gentle wave he is off. With his words in mind you ask Vespa if you could switch to doggy style.

"Of course," she mumbles.

She is still focused on her reports but that doesn't stop her from hopping off your cock, crouching onto the floor and waving her ass at you like a bitch in heat. You follow suit and mount her from behind. You start fucking her in deep, long strokes. It really does feel different. Instead of an enthralling heat, the more you fuck her this way, the lighter your body feels. You could bounce against her sweet cheeks for hours. It's like you're floating through the air on a soft squishy cloud made of your boss's butt. And all this from just a different angle? No, there's something magical at work here.

You're about to consider the possibility of interdimensional pussy when you feel yourself getting close. Your thrusts get faster. Soon you're ramming into her ass faster than you've ever moved before. Even Vespa has to slam the page she's been reading onto the floor and scrunch it between her fingers. You're going to fill her up, and every other woman in that office. Are they all as gorgeous as her? That receptionist certainly is... You're going to take her aside tomorrow morning and -

You take Vespa by her haunches and plunge your demon cock into her deepest recesses. You cum hard. No orgasm you've ever had has lasted as long or been so powerful. It shakes your entire body. Time seems to slow down. How long are you cumming? Seconds? Minutes?

God, if every load is going to be this good from now on, you think...

You love your new job.

You love The Company.