More changes than originally intended

"Yes! Like that! Fuck me harder, sir!"

Abby was bent over Tom's desk, her face distorted by her ecstatic smile. Tom was gripping her bright, red curls in one fist while holding her hip with his other hand as he fucked her wildly. Tom was fully clothed, but his new assistant editor was naked, making it easy for him to reach around and pinch her pale nipple.

"Oh my god, my nipples are really sensitive, sir!" she yelled.

"Do you want me to stop?" He already knew the answer.

"No! Keep pinching them! It feels so good! Keep fucking me! I'm... I'm going to... UNGHHH!"

Tom let go of her nipple as she came and he started spanking her. Her skin was so pale that he left a dark red handprint with every strike. This drove her even more crazy, as she'd told him it would over the phone, but he didn't care. He just liked spanking her as he fucked her.

"Oh, you're a good, little assistant editor!" said Tom as he pulled out his cock and jacked himself off onto her glowing red ass. His cum shot out and painted streaks of white across it. "Alright, now clean yourself up."

"Yes, sir!" Abby stood up straight and glanced out the open door of Tom's office. A few people scampered away, pretending they hadn't been looking. She didn't mind, she liked that everyone knew Tom was fucking her, and she was hoping it would lead to a deeper relationship, although she was too embarrassed to mention that to him. She picked her panties up off the floor and put them on as she said, "Thank you again for showing me that relaxation technique, sir. It's really made the last couple of weeks easier."

"No, problem," said Tom, panting hard as he tried to catch his breath. This was only his third time fucking this particular pussy. Even though he liked having an adoring assistant on call, this time he'd made sure not to get so focused on her that he forgot the other women. "You're going to have the first pass on the Russo book done this afternoon, right?"

"Absolutely!" Abby zipped up her tight, green mini-dress. It looked more like something you would wear to a bar than work, but that was standard office attire for the women in this office these days. "I'll get back to it right now! Unless... there's something else you want, sir?" She bit her lower lip and looked at her boss wistfully.

"No, that's all for right now. Thank you, Abby."

The young woman left his office reluctantly, but then quickly walked to her cubicle, eager to do a good job for him.

Tom relaxed in his chair, feeling completely drained. After several minutes he got up and headed to the breakroom for some coffee. He found Brandon and Tyler crowded around the coffee machine.

"There he is!" said Brandon. "We were just talking about you!"

"Really?" said Tom. He tried to push through them to get to the machine, but they were not taking the hint and making room for him.

"Absolutely!" said Tyler. "You used to be such a loser, but now you're the new office stud! How many of the women in the office have you slept with?"

"Hmm, let's see. Well, Sandy and Abby, of course. Luisa. I guess Bambi is technically a company employee. Claire? No, oral doesn't count, so I haven't technically fucked her yet."

"Oral counts, it totally counts," said Brandon. "Why haven't you fucked her yet?"

"She keeps begging me for it. You know her, she's always out to get something any way she can." The other guys nodded in agreement. "I don't know, I'll fuck her eventually. I guess I just like the look of frustration in her eyes when she asks me to fuck her and I tell her to shove a dildo up her ass instead."

"Nice!" said Tyler. "You've fucked Janeece too, right?"

Brandon shot Tyler an annoyed look.

"Several times!" said Tom.

"I don't know how," said Brandon. "She fucking hates you."

"That's what makes it so hot," responded Tom. "Didn't you two used to hook up?"

Brandon looked shocked. "Um, yeah. I didn't think anyone knew about that. I had to drop her, she got too needy."

"Sure, right." Tom pulled out his phone and fired up slack. He started a group discussion with Brandon and Tyler's subconscious minds while the men talked to each other about how good a fuck Janeece was.

• From now on, both of you will be completely honest with me. Hold nothing back.
• Why?
• Why would we do that?
• You're intimidated by me because you know I'm smarter than you. Whatever the truth is, I'll figure it out anyway, so you'd better fucking tell me right away instead of annoying me.

"Hey Brandon," said Tom, interrupting the younger man. "Did you really break up with Janeece?"

He turned pale. "Um, no, actually. I... the truth is, she said she didn't want to see me anymore."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"I... I've been having some trouble. Sexually. She called me a limp dicked loser and that was the end of it."

Tyler burst out laughing. Despite the fact that they acted like friends, they actually had a pretty mean spirited rivalry. "Dude, that's so pathetic!"

"Oh?" said Tom. "So you've never had any sexual problems with that moderately hot girlfriend you told me about?"

All the joy dropped away from Tyler's face. "Well, not problems, exactly. We have sex very often."

"What kind of sex?" asked Tom.

Tyler hesitated a moment, glancing at Brandon before saying, "Anal." His friend's eyes lit up, but then Tyler continued. "For me. Anal for me. She pegs my ass. Every night. Sometimes twice a day. She loves it and I can't say no."

Tom found this interesting. He'd instructed Tyler's girlfriend to only have sex with him by pegging his ass, but he hadn't told her how often. That was all her.

"You two little boys are pathetic. Neither of you can satisfy a woman with your dick. That's probably why you're so pathetic at your jobs, too. I bet the both of you spend the rest of your lives here, in the same dead-end jobs. Now get out of the way so I can get some coffee."

The two younger men despondently separated, allowing Tom access to the coffee machine. He got a cup of coffee and left them staring at the floor in silence.

Tom felt incredible. After years of having to take **** and disdain from the younger men in the office, he was now above them all. He felt like he could do anything.

Tom passed by Angelique's desk outside Mr. Robert's office. She looked up at him and sneered, clearly unhappy to see him. She looked so hot in a red dress that would almost be a bikini if it didn't have a few strategically placed straps holding it together. Her huge, barely covered breasts begged for him to stick his cock between them just as much as her hateful stare begged him to jump off a cliff. He really wanted to fuck her French pussy. However, he'd fucked Abby less than twenty minutes ago, and there was no way he could fuck again any time soon.

Well, there was viagra, but he didn't want to depend on that. The marathon sex sessions he'd been having with Sandy and Rosa on the weekends were fun, but his heart couldn't take pumping himself full of medication every day. As much as he hated those young guys, he envied their ability to get it up so readily.

Then something occurred to Tom. Mr. Roberts had been limp for two years before Tom had told him to get horny for his secretary's ass. Sex was mostly mental, right? Maybe he could make some adjustments to himself.

Tom pulled out his phone and started typing up an email to himself. He went over it several times, making sure it had the wording he wanted.

• You have the sexual stamina of a teenager. You can get hard quickly when you are around a hot woman even if you've already had sex recently.

He pressed 'send' and waited. He didn't feel any different. He wondered if there was supposed to be a tingling or something as the MP network sent a message to his brain. He couldn't detect anything, so the only thing to do was test it out.

Tom went to Angelique's desk. "Hello, my dear. How are you today?"

The sexy brunette looked up at him like she was looking down at a pile of shit. Her full lips started to form some obscene insult, but then she got control of herself. Staring at him with her smoldering eyes, she said, "I am fine. What do you need from me?"

Tom was hard as fuck. It had worked.

"I need your wet pussy sliding up and down on my hard cock. Now."

The French woman sighed. "Well, that is one of your job perks, so yes, let us do it. I assume you want to fuck me in front of Mr. Roberts?"

"Of course!"

She got up and Tom followed her into his boss' office, staring at her ass cheeks peeking out under her insanely short skirt. They found the man sitting at his desk.

"Oh, hello, Tom. Are you going to fuck Angelique again?" He looked excited.

"Get on the floor, you pathetic slug!" yelled his secretary.

"Of course, Angelique!"

The old man scampered onto the floor and knelt there. He took out his small dick and began to stroke it. Meanwhile, Angelique turned around and found that Tom had already pulled his cock out of his pants. She grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him into Mr. Robert's overstuffed chair. Then she climbed on top of him, her tiny skirt instantly riding up to her waist, and mounted him. She wasn't wearing panties, so she was impaled on his hard cock almost instantly.

"That's so hot," said Mr. Roberts from the floor. "He's bigger than me, isn't he, Angelique?"

"Shut up, you pathetic old man!" yelled Angelique. "Of course he's bigger than you! You are so small and pathetic, his pinky finger is bigger than you!"

Mr. Roberts smiled inanely, thoroughly enjoying the **** as he jacked off.

Tom was equally enjoying the sight of Angelique's large breasts bouncing in front of him. He pulled them out of her skimpy dress and squeezed them tightly.

Angelique moaned as his hands assaulted her breasts and his dick assaulted her pussy. She tried to pretend it wasn't affecting her and said, "You will be done soon, yes? I have many tasks to do."

"I'm sure you do," said Tom, "but right now your most pressing task is pleasing my cock! So ride my big cock, you stuck-up bitch!"

"Fuck!" yelled the secretary as she moved her hips faster. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Tom couldn't believe it. He felt incredible. He felt like he could do this all day, and he probably could. He let his mouth hang open as the beautiful French woman rode him as hard as she could.

When Tom couldn't take any more, he said, "Okay, down on your knees. Wrap those big tits around my cock!"

She ignored him for a moment, determined to get more pleasure for herself, but then she remembered that she had to give Tom whatever he wanted, those were her orders from her boss. She pulled off of him and lowered herself to the floor, then pressed her big breasts together on either side of Tom's cock.

"Here... it comes!" said Tom.

Angelique rubbed her breasts up and down on Tom's rod as he blasted his load up into the air. It came back down and landed on her breasts, lubricating them as she kept rubbing him with them. He shot out a smaller load, then relaxed and slumped in his boss' heavily padded office chair.

Tom breathed heavily, then looked to the side and saw Mr. Roberts breathing even harder. The old man looked very happy with the small load he'd shot onto the floor.

"Chuck, let's go out to lunch again," said Tom. "I've made an important decision."