It doesn’t quite go to plan

"Bend over the desk," he says. You push aside the papers on his desk and sprawl forward over his desk calendar. You feel him looming behind you, breathing heavily through his nose as he reaches down to the hem of your short skirt and hauls it up your legs, over the tops of your stockings, over your creamy thighs and up and over the firmness of your ass. The cool breeze against your cheeks is more than offset by the hot flush of excitement coursing through your body.

"Fuck," he says and falls to his knees, kissing your ass and exhaling hot air down your crack. "Your ass is amazing."

He sucks the tender flesh of one cheek into his mouth and gives you a rough slap on the other cheek. He drags your thong from the crack of your ass and down your thighs, hefting himself back to his feet. You can see his distorted reflection in a silver award on his desk. He's fumbling beneath his big belly for his belt. His pants drop and you can see the massive shape of his cock bobbing beneath his gut. It's so much bigger than you expected. He wraps his fist around the fleshy bludgeon of his cock and slaps it against your ass.

The contact of his hot flesh sends a thrill through you. He drags the throbbing head down your crack causing you to clench up, fearful that he is going to try sliding his huge dick into your ass. He continues lower, his cockflesh colliding with the overripe peach of your pussy. He teases your juicy folds, sending bursts of pleasure from each contact with your clit.

"Oh, yes, fuck me," you moan.

"You want this big dick?" He sounds out of breath already.

"Yessss," you cry, pushing back at him.

He teases the head of his cock between your lips, just enough so that you feel his fat cockhead parting your velvet petals. You push back, his cock entering you as he thrusts forward, stretching you with each inch, filling you with his swollen, shuddering fuckspear. You feel him throbbing inside you.

"Ahhhh!" he cries out and his cock twitches in your depths, hot liquid spurting out of its shuddering length.

"What the fuck?" you whisper to yourself, realizing that Mr. Perry is cumming inside you instantly.

"Nnnh," he leans over you, not moving or thrusting, his cock twitching as he shoots his load into you. He collapses heavily over your back, completely out of breath, the smell of his cigars suddenly overpowering. You want him out of you. You want to leave his office. Instead this pathetic slob is kissing your shoulder and back and saying, "You're so beautiful."

He finally pulls out of you, his wilting cock still huge as he tucks it into his slacks. You can feel his spunk draining down your thighs as you quickly straighten your skirt. Mr. Perry suddenly looks very serious.

"We can't do this again," he says, his face red and covered in sweat. "I am a married man. I can't let this happen."

"Whatever you say." You pull up your thong beneath your skirt, just wanting to get to the bathroom and get his cum out of you.

"Best that we just forget it happened at all," he says. "And never talk about this. I mean it."

"Alright," you're retreating towards the door. He realizes you're leaving the hard copy of the numbers behind and hurries them over to you, his shirt still not tucked into his slacks. You're already opening the door. Wendy the receptionist can see him, disheveled, passing the binder to you.

"I will expect those by the end of the day," he says, seeming to realize he has an audience. "Your job is depending on it."

Five minutes later, holding back tears, you sit in the bathroom realizing you just cheated on your husband with your disgusting boss and gained absolutely nothing out of it. You're in the same position you were in before you let him fuck you. No, you think, you won't let him or anyone else get you down. You hold back the tears and finish cleaning yourself up. You won't let him beat you. You'll finish those damn numbers.