You learned Goodbye's kinks, so why not spice it up?

You'd done your homework on Goodbye... As a result, you found yourself thinking past this timid behavior to the raunchier stuff you'd see on her laptop's search history. She may be a person to whom hesitation came naturally, but you had a feeling that she would appreciate a firm hand, so to speak, even if she wouldn't admit that out loud. Looking at the plump bottom of your boss, waiting in that under-sized miniskirt, and thinking back to all of the times the goofy, clumsy woman had shunted tasks off onto you so far and then laughed it off, one natural course of action came to mind...

You'd take the original offer for the thigh-job, but add a little extra: you grabbed hold of the hem of your boss's painfully tight-fitting skirt and pulled it the rest of the way up, so that you could see the rest of her enormous PAWG assets. "Aaaaah, uuuuum, Ciao? W-We really don't need to go that far for the practice, do we?" She questioned, trying to keep a patient tone in her voice as her knees knocked together. Her nervousness increased as you grabbed the top of her pantyhose and slid them down beneath the curves of her buttocks, allowing both cheeks to spill out. Her panties were a little funnier than you'd realized originally... they were black with some sort of blue and white planet decorations and a little star-ship tracing around. {if Goodbye's Hobby > 999}Remembering Goodbye's preference for science fiction, you figured these must be some collector's item related to a series she liked.{endif} At any rate, you wondered what the size of those would be if you pulled them out and stretched the band out all the way... her ass was way too big for just your two palms.

"M-M-Mister Speck? We're still agreed on the thigh-job, right? Just the thigh job for now... right?!"

You couldn't help but keep teasing her, partially because you sensed she was the type to whom teasing was arousing. Despite her protests, you noticed she hadn't done a thing to stop you yet and her breaths were quickening with every moment. You put on a cocky smirk and pushed your cock between her plump thighs, which were still clad in the bunched up pantyhose, while enjoying the feeling of your shaft rubbing against the cotton of her embarrassingly nerdy panties. Then, you grabbed hold of those panties and gave her the classic for guys teasing nerds: a wedgie, drawing the graphics of the planets and stars into the void of her ass crack.

"O-Ooh my God!"

That was probably a pretty reasonable response given this sudden shift in power dynamics between boss and employee, but it was kind of amusing all the same. You grinned as you raised one palm, then brought it down across the width of her buttocks, sending her flesh quaking as her pale bum immediately reddened with the strike.

"Nooo! This can't be happening! Ciao, quit hitting my fanny, that's an ordeeer!" You held one arm around your boss's chubby waist, then playfully continued to swat at her buns, all the while stroking her undercarriage with your member. "Eeee! Are you going to do this to all the girls, Ciao!?"

Adopting a wolfish grin, you told her that this treatment was unique; a special session, reserved just for her.

"A-And what makes you think I'd enjoy this kind of- oh!" You spanked her again, noting a stupid smile spreading across her reddening face as you did. She really wasn't a very good actor... but that unfitting incompetence of hers was one of her charm points. Holding tight to the elastic band of her panties, you continued to thrust yourself and spank at her bottom, watching with awe as her entire body jiggled, not just her ass. As her cheeks began to glow pink from the abuse, you got the sense she was leaning into your strikes a little more, even as she buried her face in the console before her.

You asked her if she really wasn't enjoying it? You offered to stop, if she didn't like this sort of thing.

"W-Well, it's for- eek!- practice, so, as your- fff!- your boss, I guess- ooo!- I guess we should continue!"

Agreeing, you pushed her harder, so that her belly nearly hit the comms switch, then grabbed hold of her buttcheeks with both hands and thrust as hard as you could.

"Does... Does that feel good? My thighs, I mean... You don't think they're... t-too fat?"

You told her they were definitely too fat, then chuckled as you gripped her bottom tighter.

"That's so mean..." Even as she said that, she increased her own grinding, moving her hips back and forth while a naughty look gleamed in her eyes, exposed from the bouncing of her thick-rimmed glasses.

Finally, the two of you came together. She was so distracted that she'd not moved the tissue into place at all, but thankfully, that same aforementioned fatness of her thighs did a pretty good job at absorbing all of your semen. For a moment, you were worried you'd just blasted your state-of-the-art CEDIT mission control console with an especially suspect liquid that would be hard to write off in an expense report later. Or maybe your Rabbit Badge would allow you to do just that.

As you released Goodbye and backed away, you found her resting her cheek on the cool surface of the console's top and sliding down, so that her over-sized bosom hit several switches that you desperately hoped weren't anything important. She still wore a satisfied smile, in spite of all of the abuse you'd just brought down upon her. "I... I think you're... actually too good at this, Mister Speck... I think I may have made a mistake giving you that Rabbit Badge... B-But... If you want to practice again, we can um... make time for more practice. J-Just maybe not in mission control next time...?"

You patted her bottom with a genial smile and told her that you weren't necessarily going to give her a lot of warning. Hearing her squeals of surprise was half the fun.

The dopey smile on her face spread wider for a moment; it seemed like her glasses were fogging up as she mused upon the steamy idea. She wasn't exactly saying no to being made into your any-time office sex buddy. "Gosh, Ciao... You're getting really carried away~"

Just as you were contemplating trying to stiffen up for a round 2, the comms light come on. Oh right. You should probably focus on that life-threatening job your team was doing.