He breaks some employees in the break room

After another couple of weeks Tom had settled into a nice routine. He came to work about 10am, had a two hour lunch with Mr. Roberts, then went home at four. Fucking Sandy was getting a little repetitive, but the mini A-line skirts that she'd started wearing were cute, so he still fucked her every other day. The thing that surprised him was that working less than four hours a day, he began to enjoy the work again. So he shared more of the assignments that he'd been having Sandy do by herself. Overall, he was pretty satisfied with his life.

"Do you like that, Sandy?" said Tom as he pounded his cock into his little Asian assistant, who was bent over his desk.

"Yes- yes, sir!" she said as she squeezed her eyes shut and held on tight to the desk. "It's- it's very relaxing! Just like you said!"

Tom never closed his eyes for this. He loved seeing the small girl squirm as he fucked her. "We've both been working so hard lately, we can't forget to take breaks!"

"Yes, yes, yes, that's true!" said Sandy, then she put her hand over her mouth to stifle her scream as she came.

Tom blew his load inside her. She was on the pill and he didn't feel like making a mess on her face at the moment. He stayed inside her while he enjoyed coming down from his orgasm, then pulled out and straightened out her short skirt. Despite still keeping up the pretense that this was all just part of her job and didn't mean anything, the girl had stopped wearing panties to work. He hadn't even asked for that, she'd done it on her own.

Sandy straightened up and adjusted her large glasses. She turned around and tried to tone down the obvious look of adoration on her cute face. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do, sir? I could get you a cup of coffee?"

Tom laughed. "You know, coffee would be nice, but you don't have to get it. You're an assistant editor, not a worthless, untrained secretary like Angelique. I'll go get the coffee myself, I could stand to stretch my legs." He patted her on the head, which made her smile and blush, then left his office.

The breakroom/kitchen area was pretty nice, with a couple of tables, a water cooler, and various snacks like fruit and cereal. Tom didn't usually take advantage of that stuff to hang out with coworkers like most employees, he just used the coffee machine. However, as he approached the door, he could hear that somebody was chatting in the break room, so he stopped and listened.

"I can't fucking stand that asshole," said a voice he recognized as Janeece's. "Getting him to do a reasonable amount of work was difficult before he got all chummy with Mr. Roberts, but now it's almost impossible."

"Right? He's been here for decades, but he's still just an editor." This was Tyler. This smug punk was the kind of frat boy who you always knew was as spiteful behind your back as he was nice to your face. "It's weird that the small-dicked loser is suddenly the boss' favorite."

"It drives me insane," said Janeece. "Tom makes me want to run screaming for the hills. I actually had an interview with Del Leon publishing scheduled. Much better company. Then, a couple of weeks ago, I thought, 'No. That would be letting the asshole win. I'm not leaving until he's run out of here.' So I canceled it. I'm not going to let that little shit beat me!"

'Good luck with that,' thought Tom.

"Calm down," said another voice. It took a sec for Tom to recognize this voice as Claire's. Physically she was a hot blonde, but her personality was generic white woman, so her voice wasn't particularly interesting or distinctive. "You get so worked up when you talk about the old asshole."

Tom could hear Janeece breathing hard from the hallway. "Sorry. He... gets me hot... under the collar, I mean. I can't stand the man. I don't know how you two are so nice to him."

Tyler laughed. "Being nice to little craps like him is fun. It's not hard to make them think you're their friend."

Tom had to stifle a laugh. The young editor wasn't as good an actor as he thought he was.

"I'm not always nice to him," said Claire. "Mostly I avoid him. But when I need something, I'm pretty good at getting him to put in a word for me with Mr. Roberts."

That sounded about right to Tom, although a little more self serving than she deserved. After ignoring him for over a week, Claire had come into his office a few days ago, flirting with him as hard as she could so that he'd help her get a better assigned parking space. He'd let her actually suck his cock this time, and apparently that had gone to her head and made her think she was some kind of master manipulator.

"Well, I've got to get back to work," said Janeece.

"I've got to go talk to Mr. Roberts before he leaves for lunch," said Claire. "There's a book assignment I want, a really good one that will show what I can do."

"See you ladies around," said Tyler. "I'm going to grab a quick protein bar before I head back to my desk.

When the two women walked out into the hallway, Tom acted like he'd been walking towards the door. "Oh, sorry, I almost bumped into you!"

Janeece's eyes flared when she saw him. She walked up close to him, close enough that he could feel her hot breath. Her face was much more pretty than stern, but her eyes looked fierce as she said, "Tom, you're taking the Thompson's Cooking assignment."

He shrugged. "That's a whole line of cookbooks. I can't handle that much work. Besides, cooking is boring."

The woman breathed even harder. "Listen, you may be friends with Mr. Roberts, but I'm still your manager. You'll take the assignments I give you."

"Hmm, that's a good point. On the other hand, you may be my manager, but I'm still friends with Chuck. There isn't shit you can make me do, and you know it."

Janeece's perfect light brown skin took on a red blush over her whole body. The woman, who had never let herself show more than mild annoyance with anyone before a month ago, looked ready to either **** or fuck Tom. Instead, she pulled herself back, turned around and stormed away. Claire followed without even glancing his way.

Tom went in the breakroom and found Tyler holding back laughter.

"Dude, Janeece is going to sneak up behind you with a stapler and permanently attach your dick to a wall if you're not careful."

"Why?" asked Tom innocently. Then he pointed to the hallway. "Oh, that? That was just flirting. It's a thing we do. The angrier she gets the more she wants me. You'll understand when you're old enough to get together with a real woman."

"Uh huh, sure," said Tyler. He pulled out his phone and flipped through it. Then he turned it around, showing Tom a picture of a moderately attractive brunette in a swimsuit. "This is my girlfriend. Ever fuck a girl this hot back when you were in your prime?"

The assumption that Tom couldn't get an attractive woman now that he was old riled Tom up. If not for the MP network it would be 100% true, but it was still insulting. He smiled and quite honestly said, "No, I never slept with a woman that hot when I was young. But maybe that wasn't my prime. Maybe women like older men and I'm about to start getting all the hot pussy I want."

"There you go!" said Tyler patronizingly. "Stay optimistic!"

Tom went to the coffee machine while Tyler sat at his table and nibbled on a protein bar. Tom pulled out his phone and messaged the younger editor.

• How solid is your relationship with your girlfriend?
• She's totally into me, like she'd do anything for me, but I'm thinking of moving on. There's a world of hotter girls out there.
• What's your girlfriend's phone number?
• 718-555-0172. Why?
• Nevermind that. She can leave you, but you can't leave her, even if you want to.
• Why not?
• Every time you think about breaking it off, you become a wreck of anxiety, worried that no woman will ever want you again. So you'll stay and you'll pretend you're happy even if you're not.
• Okay.
• Also, from now on, you'll do whatever she wants sexually. She's the boss in bed. You don't have to like it, but you have to make her believe that you do.
• Okay.

Tom entered the number into his phone and sent a text message.

• Is this Tyler's girlfriend?
• Yes. Who are you?
• That's not important. Buy a strap-on dildo. From now on, that's the only way you want to have sex with him. You can have any kind of sex you want with other men, but pegging Tyler's ass is the only thing that gets you hot for him. Buy bigger and bigger dildos as he adjusts to them. There's nothing better than insulting him while you drive a big cock into his tight hole.
• Alright.

Tom had expected a little more pushback, maybe some questions about why she had to do this. Perhaps she wasn't as submissive as the young man thought.

Tyler finished his protein bar and stood up. He walked out of the break room saying, "Later, buddy!"

Tom thought about arranging a time to meet with Tom's girlfriend and cuck him. Maybe even go to their apartment and make the little snot watch Tom fuck her in their bed. Then Claire walked back into the breakroom and Tom remembered why he'd never do something like that. It was too much work. Why go to all that trouble to set something up when he could have all the hot pussy he wanted at work?

"Hey, Tom!" said Claire with the sexy smile that told him she wanted something. "I'm so sorry for the way Janeece treated you earlier. That was really rude."

She put her hand on the older man's arm. Her lips were slightly parted and her bright, blue eyes were piercing into him. Under normal circumstances, he'd have folded instantly.

"What do you want, Claire?" said Tom.

She switched from a smile to a coy, little frown. "I was just talking to Mr. Roberts about an assignment. He wasn't sure I was ready for it. I think you could change his mind. Would you be willing to help me out?"

"I doubt it," said Tom. "I'm not convinced you can handle more responsibility."

She looked around to make sure they were alone, then moved her hand from his arm to his crotch. "Please? I'd be really grateful."

Tom held in a laugh. This was exactly the behavior he'd wanted from her, but she'd done it within an hour of Sandy already satisfying his needs. He decided to make do. "Turn around, bend over, and grab your ankles."

The tall blonde looked shocked. "Here?"

"This offer expires in three seconds. Take it or leave it."

He could almost see the gears turning in her head. In less than two seconds she smiled sexily and said, "Sure! Just be quick!" Then she turned around, bent over at the waist, and grabbed her ankles.

"Quick is the name of the game," said Tom. He pulled up her short, floral skirt over her waist, pushed aside her white panties, and stuck two fingers in her twat.

"Oh!" said Claire.

"Here's the deal. If you can get out a really good orgasm before anyone walks in on us, I'll tell Mr. Roberts how impressed I've been with you lately. Does that sound fair?"

"Um, I guess- OH!"

Tom started finger fucking the woman's tight pussy. He didn't try to work up to it or be at all creative. He didn't really care if she came. He just wanted to see her squirm.

Claire did her best to get into it, determined to use her body to get what she wanted. "Mmm, that's good. Yes, do me like that! And... and you'll help me... if I cum?"

"If you cum hard enough, yes," said Tom. He thought about getting out his phone and sending a message to the company for nobody to enter the breakroom. Then he decided it was more fun without doing that. He pushed his fingers in deeper.

"Emh! Unh! That feels... great, Tom!"

"Tom? You're on a first name basis with your senior now, slut?"

"Um, that feels really great... sir!"

"That's better."

Tom kept fingering the fully dressed woman hard. To his surprise, she actually squirted before anyone walked in. He took a step back and watched her juices spray out on the floor as she twitched through her orgasm.

He went to the sink and washed his hands. "You'll probably want to clean that up before you leave. You wouldn't want anyone to slip."

She panted heavily, barely able to pull herself up to standing again, then she collapsed into the chair where Tyler had sat earlier. "So... you'll talk to Mr. Roberts for me?"

Tom laughed. "I said I'd help you if you could manage a good orgasm. That was pathetic." Then he walked out, leaving her panting.

He felt pretty good about that. There was plenty of time to fuck Claire later, he just needed to fuck Sandy a little less often so that he'd be up for it.

When he entered his office, he found Sandy waiting for him with an anxious look on her face.

"Mr. Carlton? Can I talk to you about something?"