Infatuation with a Co-Workers Tits

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Have you ever worked with a total bitch that was also smokin’ hot? Who hasn’t, right? I had a boss years ago that said women like that “just need a good fuck thrown into them.” The one I’m currently dealing with — well, my favorite one, at least ­– is Katherine. Not Kathy. Not Kat. Katherine. She went to an all-girl Catholic high school. Ivy League college. Snooty as hell because she thinks — she knows — that she’s better than everyone else and those that work with her should be grateful. And absolutely smokin’! She knew it, too. 5′ 5″, long, blonde hair, slender face, and curves that a Ferrari would have trouble navigating. 38-24-36. She was always wearing skin-tight tops or low cut sweaters. Or a combination of both. Short skirts with high heels that showed off those luscious legs no matter what the weather was like would complete the ensemble.

I couldn’t help but get an eyeful whenever she was around. Not necessarily stare, but definitely get a good look. Apparently it didn’t go unnoticed.

One day my desk phone rang. It was Katherine.

“Mark, can you come up to my office, please?”

“Sure, I’ll be right there.” I couldn’t imagine what this unscheduled meeting could involve. Her team had nothing to do with my team. We barely interacted with each other. But it meant I’d get to be alone with that incredible body. I’d have to deal with her attitude, though. The first was worth dealing with the latter.

“Hey, Katherine, what’s up?” I asked as I entered her office.

“Close the door, please,” she said in her usual cold tone.

All the managers’ offices had floor-to-ceiling glass fronts that looked out over their team. She closed the remote controlled black drapes behind me. This generally wasn’t a good sign. One of three things happened behind those closed drapes. A top secret project was being discussed. Somebody was being disciplined and tears might be involved, so the drapes were closed to help the disciplnee embarrassment. Or somebody was getting canned. We weren’t working on any project together, let alone a top secret one. So that scenario could be ruled out. She didn’t have the authority to can me, so that was out. That left getting my ass chewed for something.

I closed the door and sat in one of the small, wooden chairs on the opposite side of her desk. She sat in her high-backed manager’s chair, all prim and proper, sizing me up with those blue eyes.

“I thought I would speak with you before I go to HR to see if we can resolve this like two adults,” she said.

“HR?! What the hell did I do that would make you go to HR?!” I was stunned and completely caught off guard.

“Language, please,” she said, looking down her nose at me.

“Fine, okay. So what did I do?”

“I feel uncomfortable around you. Harassed. Sexually harassed.”

“What?! We barely speak. I’ve never touched you, even accidentally. What are you talking about?!”

“Not with the spoken word. With your eyes. I feel as if you’re undressing me with your eyes any time I’m around you.”

I was incredulous. It was true, of course. But incredulous nonetheless. “You have got to be kidding me!”

“No, sir, I am not kidding you.”

“So you were going to go to HR because you don’t like the way I look at you?”

“Yes. That’s right.” She placed her hands on the desk and intertwined her fingers.

“Good luck with that,” I chuckled. “If that’s the case, Barry and Joe will be filing a case against me, too.” She didn’t see the humor in that.

“Be that as it may, I thought we could have a discussion like two adults and see if we can come to some sort of resolution that’s satisfactory to both parties.”

“C’mon, Katherine. You wear those skin tight shirts, low v-necks, short-short skirts. C’mon.”

“So you’re saying I deserve your leers?”

“Not necessarily deserve. Encourage.”

“Encourage?” she said with an annoyed tone.

“Yes, encourage. C’mon. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I dress in attire that I feel comfortable in. I have no intention of encouraging unwanted leers from animals such as you.”

“Animal, huh? I’ve got an animal in my pants just for you,” I thought to myself. “So, what am I supposed to do? Never look at you?”

“No, nothing that drastic. That would be unrealistic.” She paused. “In psychology class it was suggested that people react to an unknown experience differently. Some are frightened. Some are curious. Some are infatuated. Once that unknown, whatever it may be, has been explained or experienced, that persons feeling about said experience is alleviated in most cases.”

“So, what’s this unknown experience to think you can alleviate for me?” I wasn’t sure where this was going. Therapy for me? Professional growth classes? Good luck with that.

“You seem to be infatuated with my breasts. Maybe if you experience them it will alleviate your infatuation with them, thus solving the issue that we’re having.”

“Wait. poker oyna What?” My mind was racing. Was she suggesting what I think she was suggesting? “‘Experience’ your breasts? How do you plan on doing that?”

“I think letting you see my breasts should suffice,” she said in a flat voice.

My jaw smashed against the floor. My eyes nearly came out of my head. “Seriously?” She nodded her head. “Okay, is this a set up? Are you recording this so you can take it to HR?” I scanned the room and the ceiling.

“No. I assure you this is not a set up. This is science in action.” Silence filled the room. Stunned silence from me. Cold silence from her. “What do you say? Shall we try?”

I swallowed hard. “Absolutely!”

“Don’t act so excited,” she said as she started to unbutton her blouse. “This is not for pleasure. This is to alleviate your infatuation so that we can continue to work together.”

“Sure. Right. Whatever.” “Get on with it!” I thought.

She unbuttoned the blouse and peeled it off her shoulders, revealing a lacy white bra that was struggling to contain her 36DDs. She laid the blouse on her desk and folded it nice and neat. Then she reached behind her, unclasped her bra, and nonchalantly pulled it down her arms, placing it on top of the neatly folded blouse.

Her tits were amazing! Better than I had even imagined. The skin was lightly tanned, matching the rest of her body. No tan lines. Interesting. Miss Prude tans topless at the very least. They were round and firm. I’m pretty sure when Bob Seger wrote the words “way up firm and high” he had Katherine’s tits in mind. Her areolas were pink and quarter sized. The cool air of the office had her nipples grow to gum drop sized points almost immediately. I instantly had a hard on.

She placed her hands on the desk once again and clasped them together. Her tits hung over them like hot air balloons.

“There. Now. You’ve seen them,” she said without an ounce of feeling, as if she was asking me how my day was going. “That should satisfy your infatuation with my bosom.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” I said, scratching my chin. “Maybe if I got a closer look.”

“A closer look? Fine.” She stood up from her chair and came around to my side of the desk and stopped directly in front of me. She leaned her ass back against the edge of her desk and moved her arms backward, placing her palms on the edge of the desk. Her tits were less than two feet from my face. I was salivating. My cock was about to break through my jeans. “There. Now. Is this close enough for you?” She asked as if she was asking me to pass her the salt at the dinner table.

“I think it would help if I were able to touch them,” I said trying to hide a grin.

“Touch them?” She paused. “I don’t understand men’s fascination with women’s breasts. They’re simply skin wrapped around fatty tissue and milk-producing glandular tissue,” she said, shaking her head.

Only Katherine could make squeezing a fabulous pair of tits sound boring. “Well, if they’re nothing special, then it shouldn’t be a big deal if I touch them, right?”

“You have a point. Yes, you may touch them. Briefly.” She turned her head away and closed her eyes.

I reached up and cupped a tit in each hand. Fabulous! Firm and perfect. I could play with these fun bags all day. Her husband’s a lucky bastard. Of course, he has to deal with her bullshit, so maybe not so lucky. Hell, for all I know he’s never touched ’em.

I lightly massaged and caressed them. I squeezed them. I rotated my hands around them. All the while she kept her head turned and her eyes closed. I run my fingers down and brushed each nipple. She gave a slight gasp. “Sensitive nipples. Good to know,” I thought to myself. I gently pinched and twisted both nipples. She gave a deeper gasp. I continued to massage one breast with one hand. I took my other hand and unzipped my pants. I squirmed around until I had worked my rock hard 9 inch cock out of its constraints and began to stroke it.

Katherine reached up and pulled my hand away from her breast. “Okay, I think that’s enough,” she said as she opened her eyes and turned her head back towards me. “That should…Mark!” Her eyes spied the tool I was stroking. “Mark! What do you think you’re doing?!”

“I don’t think just feeling them was doing the trick. I think I want my cock between your tits. I think a good titty fuck will do the trick,” I said, not trying to hide a grin this time.

“Language!” She shouted, making her tits bounce

“Sorry, sorry,” I said holding my hands up, trying to calm her down. “I think I’m still infatuated with your bosom,” I said, doing my best to sound Ivy League. “I think placing my penis into the cleavage of your breasts may solve the problem.”

“You want to put that,” she said in disgust, pointing at the beast, “between my breasts?”

“Yes,” I nodded my head. “And I want you to squeeze your breasts together and bounce up and down.”

“You’re serious?” canlı poker oyna she asked incredulously.

“Serious as a heart attack.”

She thought for a moment. “Well, if you think this exercise will help alleviate your infatuation, then we can try it.”

“Holy fuck, I’m going to tit fuck Katherine! Where’s my phone when I need it?” I thought to myself.

She dropped to her knees in front of me. She slid in between my legs and lifted herself up. She grabbed each breast and moved in closer.

Just as she was about to envelope my stick, I stopped her. “Hold on. You’ll need to lubricate it a little. Otherwise it will actually be painful instead of healing.”

“Lubricate it? I have some lotion on my desk.” She started to stand up.

“No no! Not like that. Saliva works best,” I said trying to keep a straight face.

“Saliva?” She paused. Then it hit her. “You want me to put your penis…in my mouth?!”

“You’ve never given your husband a blow job?”

“A blow…language!” She caught her breath. “No. We’ve talked about oral sex. But we’ve never performed it.” I was right. Poor bastard.

“Well, saliva generally works best.”

“Fine!”

She scooted back between my legs. She reached up slowly and hesitantly grabbed the base of my cock. She could feel the veins pulse with energy. She looked at it and paused. She looked up into my face. She looked back down and stared it. Ever so slowly, she lowered her head, opened her mouth, and for the first time in her life, took a cock into her mouth.

Her mouth was warm and wet. Her lips felt like velvet. Knowing mine was the first cock in her mouth was a very powerful feeling.

Her lips slid past the helmet of my soldier and hovered there. “Keep in mind,” I said, “you need to get the full length of it wet to make this work properly.”

“Mmmmmhmmmm, uhhhhkkk,” she mumbled.

Her head started to slowly bob up and down on my pole. I didn’t even care how fast or hard she sucked at this point. Just the fact my cock was impaling her face was enough for me right now.

The tip would hit the back of her mouth and just slip past the entrance of her throat, making her gag. This was barely taking in half of the beast. Much to her credit, she tried several times to deep throat me. But she wasn’t able to do it.

She removed me from her mouth. Saliva was sliding down her chin. “I can’t get your entire penis in my mouth. It’s too large.”

“You’re not the first to tell me that,” I said proudly.

“You’re much bigger than my husband. How do I get the rest of it lubricated?”

“Well, you can always lick it.”

“Of course! Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Because you’ve never sucked dick, you fucking cunt,” I thought to myself.

She cocked her head and began to lap at the bottom half of my stick. She was holding the top half trying to hold it steady. I grabbed her tiny hand and begin to slowly slide it up and down the top half. She did it without protest. Even after I removed my hand she continued to stroke it as she licked the bottom half.

After a few minutes she stopped and looked up at me. “Will that do?” Saliva had begun to drip off her chin and onto the top of her breasts.

“Yeah, that should do the trick.”

Without a word, once again she cupped her breasts and slid forward. She leaned in until my cock was resting against her chest and proceeded to wrap her tits around my throbbing cock.

They felt like warm pillows. They completely enveloped me, 9 inches of cock disappeared into her cleavage.

She sat there for a moment holding her breasts firmly wrapped around my rod.

“Don’t forget to bounce,” I reminded her.

“Oh yes! I’m sorry, I forgot,” she said truly apologetic.

“Its fine, I know this is a first for you.”

She slowly began to move her body up and down, stroking my cock with her tits. The purple head would pop out of the top of her cleavage on every down motion.

“Let me know when you feel as if this has cured your infatuation,” she said matter of factly.

“Oh, you’ll know,” I said with a grin. She would know soon enough.

There was a knock at her door. Without missing a beat she coolly said, “Who is it?”

“It’s Marcy,” came the voice from the other side of the door. “I’ve got some papers for you to look at.”

“Okay. I’ll be done here shortly. I’ll come to your desk when I’m done.”

“Okay! Thank you!” You could hear her walk away.

She continued to bounce for several minutes. I’m sure she could feel my cock throb between tits. I’m also sure she had no I idea what that meant was going to happen soon.

“Are you over your infatuation yet?” she asked clinically.

“Oh my god, woman,” I growled. “If you’ll just shut the fuck up, I will be soon.”

“Excuse me?” she said in a shocked tone, still bouncing. She had probably never been spoken to that way.

“Shut. The fuck. Up!” I looked into her shocked face. “Squeeze harder and internet casino move faster! We’re almost there.”

Stunned, she did as she was told. The added grip and speed was all I needed.

I grabbed her hands and squeezed them, wrapping her tits even tighter around my hose. I began to buck my hips, my thighs slapping against the bottom of her breasts.

“Grrrrrrfuck!” My head flew back. A thick stream of spunk shot from my hose and splashed against the bottom of her chin and spreading across her throat.

This caught Katherine quite by surprise. “Oh!” she yelped. Her face wrinkled up and she turned her face away as if somebody had stuck a turd under nose. But I kept a grip on her tits and continued to pump my hips.

A second rope shot up the side of her cheek with her head turned and stopped at her temple. A third and fourth smaller spurts pumped out and landed directly on top her tits. Her tan skin only accentuated the whiteness of the jizz that was now covering them and streaking towards her erect nipples.

I finally released my grip on her tits. She began to pull away. But before she could get too far away, I firmly shook my hose at her, sending several more small droplets in her direction, landing on her chin and in her cleavage.

She continued to slide away. I stood up. “Where do you think you’re going?” She looked up at me with confusion on her face. “We’re not done yet.” I grabbed the base of my pulsing cock with one hand and the back of her head with the other. I pulled her in close until the tip of my cock was touching her lips. She opened her mouth and took me in.

With my hand on the back of her head, I slid my cum covered cock in and out of her face. On several strokes I would slam the tip against the back of her mouth and into her throat, causing her to cough and gag, making cum bubbles escape her lips.

Once I felt like I had given her a good face fuck, I pulled out and sat back down, breathing hard. Cum was dripping of her chin onto her tits, and off her nipples onto her thighs.

She paused. I’m she was in a little shock at what had just transpired. She was gathering her thoughts.

She finally regained her composure and stood up. Her legs were shaky as she moved around the desk and back to her chair. She grabbed several tissues from the box on her table and began to clean herself up.

“Wait!” I said, holding my hand up like a police officer directing traffic. “You know what I think would really help now?”

She stopped. “What’s that?” She was genuinely curious.

“If you licked some of my cum off of your tits,” I said with a twinkle in my eye.

“Language!” she said with her fists in a ball.

“Shit. Sorry.” I paused. “I think it would help if you licked some of my ejaculate from your breasts.”

“Do you really think that would help?”

I nodded, trying to hide my grin again. “Yes, I really do.”

She cupped a breast with her hand and lifted it up, meeting her tongue as she lowered her head. She lapped at the cum on the top of her tit, watching me the entire time. If I wasn’t careful I was going to get another hard on.

She stopped and lifted her head, still watching me. I stood and tucked my warrior back into his shelter.

She began to dab at her face and breasts, wiping as much cum off of her as possible, then grabbing another tissue as needed and continuing the process.

“How do you feel, Mark? Do you feel like you’re over your infatuation with my breasts?” she asked as she continued to dab away at her body.

“I feel good!” What I wanted to say was “Fuck no I’m not over my infatuation! Now I want to fuck those tits every time I see them!” What I actually said was, “I dunno, only time will tell,” as I shrugged my shoulders.

“Well, let’s hope this worked so we can continue to have a good working relationship.” She was still dabbing away. She was going to run out of tissues soon.

“What if it didn’t work? What if you still feel like I’m infatuated with your breasts?”

“Well, sometimes these things take time. Or several treatments. We may have to repeat the process several times. Different people react to treatment in different ways.” She said it as if we were curing a common cold.

“Several treatments?! Fuck yeah!” I thought to myself. “Well, I feel better. But the ultimate decision will be up to you if you still get the feeling I’m infatuated.”

“Yes, of course,” she said. “Thank you for your understanding and your willingness to try to improve the situation, Mark.”

She’s thanking me? Can this get any better?! “Thank you for coming to me with your concerns, Katherine. I hate the thought of a co-worker being uncomfortable in my presence.” I tried to say it without giggling.

“That’s quite thoughtful of you, Mark,” she said as she was beginning to button up her blouse of the cum that she hadn’t gotten and was beginning to dry and crust. “You’re excused. Have a nice day.”

“A nice day? This has been an awesome fucking day!” I thought. “Thank you, Katherine. You as well.”

She opened the drapes and I walked out the door. As I sat down at my desk I thought to myself, “I wonder if I can convince her I’m infatuated with her ass?”

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