“Lookin’ good, Frost. Take a seat,” he said, gesturing at his cock.
Michelle sighed, walked over to Bill, turned around and lowered herself onto his lap, keeping her body up just high enough to take hold of his cock and press the head against her puckered asshole. She started to lower herself down, gasped, bit her lower lip, and pushed down, driving the first two inches up her aching ass.
“This new break room policy is the best,” Bill said, then started pistoning his cock in and out of her ass as hard and fast as he could.
Michelle let out a long wail as the pain of his thick cock stretched her once virgin ass tight and drove out every thought but one, to make him cum as quick as possible.
After what seemed like hours to her pain addled mind, but was only a few minutes, he rammed in deep and she felt his cock throb as he shot his load into her bowels. He pulled her off his twitching cock after a few more strokes, tossed her onto the couch like a used rag, got dressed and left her there to recuperate.
When she had her senses back, she walked back to her office, her ass feeling as if Bill were still thrusting into her with every step. She decided not to bother getting dressed again. She’d have to return to the lounge every two hours, to make her ass available for any man that was on break, so there wasn’t much sense in getting dressed in-between.
She read the memo over once more and realized she’d have to put in overtime to make up for her time in the lounge, at no extra pay.
“At least it’s a steady paycheck.”