Hey guys...this is my first contribution here. I wrote this over the summer and it's a complete work of fiction. For now, anyway. Hope you enjoy. Comments welcome.



She sat across the desk from me, staring intently at her computer screen while she furiously typed. I, as was custom, remained standing in her doorway, if for no other reason than for the vantage point it provided.

�Almost there,� she said absently.

I was in no hurry. Each keystroke made her breasts jiggle, and I committed every second of it to memory. The low cut brown v-neck shirt she wore did little to cover her bust, especially given the push-up bra she was wearing�which the shirt exposed if she so much as took a breath.

Leaning forward slightly to squint at the screen, her shirt fell open. The pink and black bra was almost completely exposed now and was itself falling open enough so that her breasts were almost completely bare. I could count a good ninety percent of the freckles that dotted them while she held that position. Her skin was bronze from spending a good deal of time in the sun. There were no tan lines, but the closer my eyes wandered to where her nipples were hiding the paler her skin became until it was nearly snow white. Another inch forward and her breasts would completely fall out.

�Ok, got it.� She looked up at me but did not lean back. My eyes snapped back to her green ones. They narrowed slightly and the corners of her lips turned up in a subtle, barely-there smile that only lasted a moment. A more innocent look settled on her round face, emphasizing the freckles on her nose and forehead.

She stood up and marched over to the dry erase board that was mounted on the wall behind me. She was short. Even in her heels she was a good inch shorter than me, and I was of barely average height.

Today�s outfit helped disguise the fact that she was, to be nice, a big girl. Early on she must have mastered accentuating the positives. Her cleavage was magnificent and facially she was beautiful with a dazzling smile and brilliant eyes. When she sat down, however, fat rolls were visible under her shirt if one could tear his eyes away from those magnificent breasts. When she stood up, her enormous ass shook as she walked.

I�d come to accept that in spite of it, I loved her big ass. Picturing a g-string framing it almost instantly gave me a raging hard-on. The first time I ever saw her she was wearing a miniskirt that barely covered her ass. When she sat down it rode up enough to let me see everything, no matter how much fidgeting she did to try and pull it back down. From that day on I was hooked. Although prominent, her belly never managed to actually turn me off. Sometimes I felt like I was the founding member of a new 12-step program. �Hi, my name�s Jon, and I want to nail a fat girl.�

Of course, the bigger issue was that we got along fabulously. She was smart and ambitious, one of the few people at work I could talk to without wanting to scream afterward. After working together on a daily basis for the better part of the last seven years we knew each other very well, to the point we could finish the other's sentences. We often shared stories about our incompetent co-workers, even e-mailing and IM'ing each other after-hours while our spouses were busy doing something else. One of my friends had coined the term "work spouse", and it was appropriate.

Unfortunately, she knew I was wrapped around her little finger. She could have told me to jump off the roof of the building, and as long as she leaned forward and let her tits fall out, I would have gladly obliged. I was sure it was a game for her, to see how badly she could make me squirm. It wasn't just her tits though. On days she wore a skirt she'd make sure to wait until I had a clear line of sight to her beaver before crossing and uncrossing her legs. Or I'd bump into her at the vending machine and she'd just happen to need to bend over to tie her shoe and show off her thong in the process.

So far I had managed to control myself and not say or do anything I�d regret; the prospect of being unemployed in this market certainly made me second-guess doing anything to put my job in jeopardy. She wasn't my boss but she had more years in the company and was highly regarded by everyone she met. Even though I was on the up and comers list I knew that pushing the issue with her couldn't lead to anything good. Additionally, her husband had a very nice trust fund waiting for him. No way she would do something to jeopardize her meal ticket for the next few decades, even if rumor had it that he was either 1) gay or 2) unable to handle that much woman.

The khakis she wore clung to her ass as though they had been vacuum sealed on, making the outline of her thong visible. Her thick calves flexed as she leaned over, brushing her breasts against me, and grabbed a marker. She began scribbling on the whiteboard, drawing out what a new display would look like.

When she finished she sat back down at her desk. I hadn�t said more than two words through my entire visit, but she didn�t seem to mind.

A racket broke out in the hallway. I poked my head out of her office and saw three of the marketing guys standing in the hall They were laughing, talking about their golf game from the past weekend. They half-waved. I knew them on a first name basis, but they usually didn't voluntarily seek me out unless something had gone terribly wrong with one of their customers. Still, it was the end of the day, everyone was winding down and it would not be long before the building was deserted.

�You can shut the door,� she said. My heart started pounding, but I didn�t need to be told twice. I shut the door but remained standing where I was. �So, that�s what the new display is going to look like. It�s actually pretty cool.�

�Looks like it.� The design was in the shape of a house, apparently to drive home the fact that the products on it should be used for home improvement. Brilliant design. I'm sure someone would get a promotion for that one.

Slowly she leaned forward again, this time picking up a pen and biting it. �I just don�t know how it will ride in a truck. You know, it can get pretty hot and damp in there. Almost sticky. The cardboard might not stay hard enough to support the display.�

Her shirt fell open again, and I could feel myself getting hard. This time when she caught me glancing at her exposed breasts she let out a giggle. I bit the inside of my cheeks and slowly reached for a chair.

�Really? I didn�t say you could do that,� she said. I froze in place, eyebrows furrowed. �You can just stay right there and enjoy the view.� Slowly she took her pen and traced it down her chest until it rested between those beautiful breasts. �This is what you keep coming in here for, isn�t it?�

I swallowed hard and stood back up. No way I was going to miss this show, but I had a hard time convincing myself it was even happening.

She pushed her shirt aside with her pen so that her tits hung out, straining against the flimsy bra. They were huge, easily D�s, and they were definitely all natural, which begged the question: why on earth would she think she needed a wonderbra with those melons? I mean, fuck. Even behind the bra I could tell that they weren't very firm, but that did nothing to detract from them. She was in her mid-30's, a little bit older than me, and as far as I was concerned she had a perfect body. Sure, there were other girls at work, skinnier and arguably hotter, but all the years I'd spent with her made it as much about her personality as anything.

The little black lace trim around the pink wonderbra stood out against the pale skin. Even through the bra I could see her little, hard nipples.

�Well, I hope you have something to add at some point.� She stood up and leaned forward now, planting her hands on her desk. By this point there was obviously no purpose in trying to hide my staring, so I unabashedly gawked at the tits that were hanging inches in front of me.

Still leaning forward she brought her hands up and in one motion pulled her bra aside, spilling her breasts and exposing them. She stood back up to her full height and winked. My general experience was that bigger breasts had bigger nipples, but she was the exception. It wasn�t the first time I�d seen them, but I was still surprised at how small her nipples were. They stood out like little pink pebbles against the freckles on her pale white skin.

�Really now, are you going to just stand there, or do I have to do everything?� she asked. I was more than happy to just stand and stare, but as her eyes drifted down and widened slightly I knew there was only one way for this to end. I reached behind me and locked the door, drawing another giggle, and then walked towards her. So much for not doing anything stupid.

With one hand she grabbed one of mine and put it on her left breast. I was harder than I ever had been as I pinched her small nipple. The tiny areola was bunched up tight, like she had been rubbing ice on her breasts before I�d come in.

With the other hand she reached down and unzipped my pants. My cock pushed out and as she wrapped her fingers around it she gasped. �My my. I guess this says everything I need to know.�

She slowly began stroking up and down my shaft. My breath caught as she ran her fingers around the tip. She giggled again, then let out another gasp as I started sucking on her breast.

I brought my free hand up the inside of her thigh and started rubbing between her legs. She opened them slightly and stepped forward, giving me better access. Her stroking rhythm faltered for a moment and she bit her lip. Quickly she regained her composure and kept stroking away.

Coming up from air from between her breasts, I started fumbling with the button of her pants. I could feel her suck her gut in but she made no motion to stop me. I was so jacked up for this that I could feel an orgasm lurking if she kept up the stroking. Sure, shooting a huge load all over those tits was appealing, but I had other plans.

�You�d better slow down on that,� I said. �I�m going to cum in you, not on you.�

She wordlessly agreed, purring softly, and stopped stroking long enough for my cock to stop throbbing. She licked her fingers and left one hand around my cock; my pre-cum dripped onto it and she licked it off.

I finally succeeded in getting the button of her khakis undone and quickly unzipped her pants. She opened her legs a little bit wider and I immediately plunged my hand between them. There was no time or need for foreplay, apparently. I could feel the warmth of her pussy through her flimsy lace panties. I felt a small, rapidly spreading wet spot and smirked myself. At least I wasn�t the only one who was looking forward to this.

Through her panties I rubbed her pussy and she resumed stroking my cock. She began rocking back and forth on my hand as I gently rested it between her legs, pushing in slightly with my middle finger. I could feel her engorged, furry pussy lips resting against my finger, coated with her wetness.

I looked down to get a glimpse of the thing I�d lusted after more than anything for the last 5 years. I had to lean back slightly to see past her protruding belly. Through the g-string I could tell that she wasn�t shaved; the dark mound of pubic hair stood out against the white of her panties, which got me even harder, somehow. She was well-trimmed so it was far from a jungle down there, but she still sported a thick coat of fur.

She gradually intensified her rocking on my hand and sped up her stroking to match it. Finally, I pushed the thin piece of fabric separating my finger from her pussy aside and plunged my middle finger between her fat lips.

She moaned and lowered herself onto my finger. She was extremely hot and sticky; her panties were slicked through, and for a moment I thought I would cum right then. I pulled my cock out of her hand to keep that from happening. A little squirt of pre-cum shot onto her hand. She sucked it off without losing a beat. She seemed to barely notice; her attention was completely on getting her rhythm while fucking my finger.

With my thumb I started rubbing her swollen clit. She bit her lip, grabbed my wrist, and took a step back. She sat on her desk with her legs open, tits hanging out, and my finger buried in her pussy. It was a beautiful sight.

I pulled my finger out and she whimpered for a moment. I grabbed at the waist of her khakis and her whimpers turned to giggles again. She slid off her desk, stood up and in one motion stripped her khakis off, deftly kicking them to the corner.

Her fat belly protruded between her g-string and her shirt, making her pubic mound slope inward. She turned around and shook her huge ass; I smacked it and watched the waves spread out. Her ass and thighs jiggled, but I didn�t care. I knew that in spite of the fatty covering her legs were well-muscled. She worked out often, biking in the summer during the nice weather and running indoors in the winter. Unfortunately, her exercise habits could not keep pace with her drinking habits. The girl liked her beer, you could tell that.

She turned back around and set herself back on her desk, squeezing her tits together and spreading her thick legs wide open. With her g-string still dislodged her swollen pussy lips and clit beckoned to me.

Even though her stroking had stopped I felt even closer to exploding. I knew this wasn�t going to take very long. I stepped forward and rubbed her wet pussy again. Her furry lips opened easily and she expectantly leaned back and scooted forward. For a moment my eyes lingered on her gut, but were quickly drawn back to those heavenly tits that sagged to either side.

She grabbed my cock and pulled me towards her. The anticipation was killing me. In one motion she pushed herself forward while I thrust, and a second later my cock was completely buried in her fat pussy.

We moaned together. It was exquisite. As hot and sticky as she was on my finger, she was doubly so on my cock. I could feel her pussy clenching on my cock. I wanted to start fucking her, but knew that one thrust would be my limit. I grabbed her love handles; the flab gave easily. I took a deep breath and pulled my cock out, looking down as I did so.

My cock was shiny, covered in a mix of her juices and my pre-cum. She sat up and for the first time, we kissed. She shoved her tongue down my throat and I loved every second of it.

After a few seconds to let the pending orgasm pass I pulled her down. I rubbed my cock over her lips; she shivered as my cock rubbed against her clit. "Stick it back in me," she said. "Come on...ooh!" She shivered and started fingering herself while I rubbed her clit with my cock. When I knew I was ready I pulled her finger out and licked it clean, then pulled her towards me and pushed forward again. I groaned once more, and she gasped. She reached down and began playing with her swollen clit as I slowly began thrusting. I couldn't help myself; I looked down and watched her hairy cunt devour my cock with each thrust.

�How long have you wanted to fuck me?� she asked, tossing her head back. Her hair was pinned back in a neat up-do. She kept one hand on her clit and placed the other behind her for balance. It was a magnificent pose, one that I had dreamed about for years. She managed to not miss a beat. She moved with me, using her free hand to push off her desk and squeezed my cock with her pussy on each thrust. I had to stop after a few seconds again.

�Years.�

�So bad that you want to cum already?�

�I warned you earlier.�

�I can feel your cock throbbing inside me.�

�I can feel your pussy grabbing on me.� Even as I stopped thrusting, she kept squeezing and rubbing her clit.

�I want you to shoot that load in my pussy.�

�I was planning on it.�

�Then what are you waiting for?�

Her breath was becoming ragged, and the contractions around my cock were happening faster. I wasn't sure how long this had gone on already but she really must have been excited for her to be this close already. I braced myself and slowly began thrusting again. Almost immediately she whispered, �Faster.�

I had to oblige. I started thrusting faster. By this time a thin sheen of sweat covered her face, which was flushed, and her tits flopped around with each push. Her belly jiggled as we picked up even more speed. Her hand was a blur on her clit. There was a loud slap with each thrust, and they were coming in even faster succession now. I had to think of something else, anything other than how perfect her tits were and how hot and slick her hairy kitty was.

That completely backfired. I could feel each little whisker of her pussy hair on my cock as it went in and out. I could feel her jiuces dripping onto my leg. I could see her puffy tits. The orgasm was building, but there was no stopping now. We were panting; she must have been able to feel my cock swelling. �That�s it,� she gasped. �Fucking cum in my hot, sticky pussy.�

I looked her over once more, etching her naked body into my memory. I didn�t know if I would have this chance again. Her nipples were puffy. She was close too.

I kept pounding away. I could feel it lurking but tried to hold back. Suddenly she held her breath and I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock. This time, it wasn�t letting go.

She dug her heels into my back, and there was no holding back anymore. My cock was ready to explode. She shuddered as her own orgasm ripped through her. �Fuck, yes! Shoot that cum inside me!�

I was more than happy to. The first wave came over me, and she gasped. �Ooh, it�s so hot!� There was plenty more where that came from. I kept pumping my hips without pulling my cock out. Her pussy milked the cum from my cock.

�Fucking give it all to my thirsty pussy,� she moaned. I could imagine the thick ropes of cum splattering her pussy walls as I kept cumming. It had been a year since the last time I had gotten to fuck; I'd almost forgotten what cumming inside a woman felt like.

�Fuck, keep going,� she said, her breath slowly returning to normal. "Fill that pussy up with her cum." She began moving up and down on my cock. I could feel the orgasm waning but I was still shooting what feltl ike gallons of cum into her hole.

She leaned back, still using her hand for support, and threw her legs open wide so that her feet were in the air. She opened her pussy lips with the hand that had been on her clit. I looked down. A thin trail of cum was dripping from her pussy. Her g-string was still pushed aside. Her black pubic hair was covered in a mix of sweat and cum. Her pussy stayed clenched around my cock. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her wide open slit and after a few moments I realized I wasn't going soft.

So, I said fuck it. Again.

I began pumping again. My cum had mixed with her own. She was incredibly slick. There was almost no friction. She smirked after a moment, but did not change position or move her hand.

�Got another one ready for me already?�

�Give me a second, just hold that pose.�

She laughed, but did as I asked. �That�s right, fucking pound that little hole. Does that feel good? Do you want to shoot another wad in there? You like my wide open furry little pussy?�

The dirty talk kept me hard. Her tits flopped around; she saw me staring at them again.

�Fucking like my tits? How long have you been waiting to see those? Look how fucking hard you make my nipples. You like how wet my kitty gets for you? Fuck, keep going. Don't stop until you give me that load.�

I know common thought is that the second orgasm takes longer to hit than the first, and I suppose that was true here as well, but it certainly did not feel like it. Without all the starting and stopping to give her a chance to keep up, I knew this was going to be quick..

�That�s right, let me make you cum. Fucking cum in my pussy, I want to feel your cock throbbing inside me.�

I had to give her credit, she kept her pose the whole time, legs wide open, pussy lips spread, eyes locked on me. She had her other hand behind her again and was pushing forward to meet me on every stroke, making sure she got all of my cock in her. Even the rolls of fat around her belly made me want to cum. Only a couple seconds later I felt the first wave approaching.

�Oh fuck,� was all I managed.

�Ooh, am I going to make you cum? My hot little pussy going to make your big cock cum?�

My only answer was a grunt as I gave one last push and buried my cock to its base in her pussy.

�Oh god, give me more of that hot cum!� Thankfully through all of it she stayed quiet enough so that nobody outside her office could hear.

I had to do as she asked, of course.. She wanted more cum so I gave it to her. I shot everything I had into her furry pussy, and she loved every second of it. She even said so.

�Mmm, that throbbing cock exploding in my pussy, I love it! I've never had so much cum in me. Fuck, are you still cumming? Keep going, baby. Fill that pussy up.�

I lost count at seven shots. Finally, my cock stopped twitching. I don�t think a drip of that load stayed in her pussy, it was still full from the first shot. There was a mess on her desk and the floor.

�So, should we set up a meeting tomorrow morning?� she asked, legs and pussy still wide open. I pulled back and she still held the pose. Evidently she intended to make good use of knowing what I really liked. And boy, did I like it. My cock refused to go down. She eyed it and licked her lips. Even though I could go for round three I was already sore after two with no break.

�Works for me. I'd like to request stockings and a skirt, though, if we're going to do this again.�

She just winked.