Yes, then he moves on

“I have other appointments, Dave. Hurry up and cum!”

Dave moans, loving the feel of Charlene's D-cups sliding up and down his cock. He thinks about making her be a little nicer to him, but decides not to. It's pretty fun listening to her make demands when he has all the power. The pressure in his balls overwhelming him, Dave pulls out of the delicious breasts and points his cock at his ex-boss' face.

“No!” yells Charlene. “Do it in the trash-”

A shot of semen to the mouth interrupts her. Dave aims carefully and lays another stream from the tip of her nose to her left nipple. He pulls back up and finishes off his load on her cheeks.

“Get out!” Charlene pushes his chair back and stands up in a fury. “That is not part of the severance package! Get out, get out, GET OUT!”

“No problem, boss.” Dave laughs his way out of her office. It isn't until after the door shuts that he remembers he didn't take away the belief that firings include tittie-fucks. He smiles and decides to leave that as a surprise for the next guy she fires.

Marlise doesn't notice him when he gets to the receptionist desk. Her eyes are closed and her head lolled back as she frigs herself furiously under the desk.

“So close, so close, so close,” whispers Marlise. “Just keep fucking me with that huge cock, Dave, please!”

Dave gets hard watching the show. He's amazed that he can recover so fast after just cumming. It must be an effect of the bone. He wishes for Marlise not to cum yet, the show is just too good.

Dave watches intently as the redhead frigs herself. Marlise is super nice, but nobody ever notices her because as cute as she is, she can't compete with Charlene.

Gripping the wishbone tightly, Dave wishes for Marlise to have double D breasts, one cup size bigger than Charlene's. Marlise's shirt swells, straining its buttons. She grimaces without stopping her masturbation, then relaxes when her bra snaps with a loud pop.

Dave increases the girl's height to 5'8, a couple inches taller than Charlene. Incredible muscle tone, perfect skin, and a bubble butt that most women would die for rounds out the package. The twenty year old receptionist eclipses Charlene in every way, now.

Marlise opens her eyes and notices him. “Oh! Hi Dave.” She keeps her hand busy on her twat as she talks. “Did you give that... unh... that thing to Charlene?”

“Absolutely! But you look like you need something, too.”

“Yeah,” Marlise smiles sweetly, trying to look casual without stopping her **** attempt to please herself. “I just can't seem to get off. Could you help me out, Dave?”