Office Days

(This was thanks to Simon Bitdiddle, who always inspires me to write great things. Thanks Simon!)

Author’s note: This…this one was different. Very different to write and make, and I took my time on it. Hope it’s enjoyable though!

….signed a lease starting 2-4-23…

….extra sum of payment worth 203.000 dollars…

….subleased to mr. I Gullarian, pursuant to…

…violations of further agreement constitute subsection A-4-A points one and three…

…hereby terminate rental agreement….

….signed….

Paul Waterson.

Paul sighed and finished up typing the letter. The somewhat thin and pale man was sitting in his crucible setting up a baseline for breaking up an agreement with a fraudulent tenant. Around him was a cacophony of phones ringing and people talking softly. 

He sighed and glared at the screen with a quiet grumble. “Another one down.”

Paul was in his mid twenties, with his short slicked back hair being a shade of dark brown. He wore a simple (and decently maintained) porn moustache. Yet he had quite an impressive jawline, and most people would definitely call him handsome. He was toned and tall, and there was quite some gossip around the place that he was gay. 

He wore a nondescript white shirt and jeans combo which made him blend in perfectly amongst the rest of the crowd. He seems quite annoyed and frustrated at having to be here but he kept quiet about letting his thick eyebrows do the talking.

God, work is as boring as ever. But he had to just suck it up and get through to it. He scratched his balls in frustration. Then that frustration turned into a bit of arousal as Paul reached into his pants and slid his cock into one pant leg. As he quickly pulled his hand out he started looking around, focussing on the sounds of people going by, trying to locate them and getting a good feel for it. Especially him.

Now he started to rub his cock in his pant leg, looking fervently around. On his phone he pulled up some porn of a guy being banged in the ass by a hot futanari girl and glared longingly at it as he established a rhythm of strokes on his encased cock. Sure, he’d have a stain on his pants when he was done but fuck it, it was spilt coffee milk. Paul looked around, listening intensely before returning to his porn and continuing to covertly masturbate. He imagined himself in the place of the man on the screen, getting his boypussy violated by a big strong futanari woman.

“Oh hey Paul.”

Paul froze and cursed a storm internally. He feigned a smile and looked back at the man whom he so despised. His rubbing hand slipped in his pants trying to maintain the erection as covertly as possible.

“Hi…Jack.” Jack Waterson was, in essence, the nosy office bore. He was in his mid 30’s, rather pale face and unkempt hair contrasted by a finely groomed “dad” moustache. He always wore the most boring shade of grey and it was matched by his personality. Paul hated, HATED him. For some reason the boring plank of wood always hopped by when Paul was attempting to fap to talk about something boring or even worse…talk about work.

“Did you see the game last night? The Suquehammock Animals slaughtered the Monnoneka Beasts 102-27 down the pole! And then Henry Anderson, the half front of the Animals, made a three-sixty and touched down past the midfield launching the game into a fourth quarter.” He continued to talk about boring crap that Paul couldn’t care in the slightest about.  His boner was long gone aa  he silently glared and murmured. “Keep your head down” over and over.

“And have you heard about my Elegy stock. I swear it’s a bull market because…”

Paul cut Jack off. “Eh, Jack, I need to get back to work. These papers won’t write themselves and I’ve still got a ways to go on the Teuttemann case.”

“Ah, alright. Cheers.” He turned around and left for his own cubicle, leaving Paul to grumble in silence. He hit the button on his phone that flashed to life showing the porn image again. He pressed down on the tip of his clothes-covered cock and started rubbing furiously to try and regain his erection. God, he hated just how weak his dick was. He needed a lot of physical contact and porn to properly ejaculate, but man, it was worth it. 

Then he heard a familiar sound. A woman hummed in an astonishingly good tone as she stepped out of her private office onto the office floor. Paul rolled his eyes and sighed, one hand reaching down below and pushing his cock back into his crotch area. He could hear her do her morning rounds, greeting every employee cheerfully and having conversations with all of them with a few songs and hymns here and there. Paul knew nothing about the technique of singing (nor was he very affectionate towards it), but he was still impressed by her talent. He wondered why she wasn’t trying out for some stupid talent competition that seemed to clog tv nowadays.

His boss, the lovely Nishi Yoshikawa, was a cheerful woman in her mid forties. A few signs of age were starting to show on her face but she was still a very lovely woman of asiatic descent. Her hair was a dark shade of brown, rolling past her face into a sort of retro bob cut. She wore a light grey pantsuit that encapsulated her decently voluptuous figure. Paul often glanced at her, imagining taking her from behind, from the front, all over while she squirmed and screamed in Japanese. She really struck Paul as the kind of hot office lady who would be a massive slut behind closed doors. 

And those thin rimmed glasses…Paul wanted to rip them off, kiss her face and then pound her pussy until he came and then do it all over again.

Of course, Paul wasnt stupid enough to tell her any of that. No. He just glanced at her occasionally, with naughty thoughts on his mind. Yet as he was ordered, he kept his head down. Two more weeks…two more weeks of hell and he would be rescued from this place.

“Konichiwa, Paul!” 

“Conichywa.” She practically radiated warmth, but it wasn’t the type of warmth Paul was looking for. “How are you?” He replied

“Oh ive been great, my weekend has been lovely! My husband, Ian has been on a baking spree you know how he is, chef at work, chef at home. Anyhow he made a batch of cookies!” She pulled open a tupperware container and revealed a few heart shaped cookies. “Have one, Paul!”

“Thank you.” It was rather sweet…just as sweet as her. Inevitably Paul’s thoughts strayed…and Nishi noticed. 

“Keep your mind off my body, Paul, and on the day that is today!” She joked, and followed it up with a giggle.

“Ah, yeah, sorry miss Yoshikawa.”

“So its your second week here and that meaaaans…mandatoryperformancereview!”

“Oh. I see.” Paul kept a neutral look on his face while his hand ever so slightly touched his crotch to get at least some feeling out as he imagined his boss naked.

“Don’t you worry I’m happy with your work Paul, but it’s mandatory. We can meet up in my office around eleven and work through it pretty quickly. It’s gonna be easy as pie. Sayounara, Paul see you soon.”

She walked off to greet the next person in leaving Paul back in the same atmosphere of absolute boredom. As he opened up a new document, his mind strayed to the mistake that landed him in his personal hell.

And then she arrived. Penny Farthing. The chief office gossiper was in her early fifties, a rather fat unpleasant woman with her blonde hair in a bun.  She was in the middle of some stupid conversation update not more then two cubicles away in a loud fashion as she always did. Discussing the vapid interactions of other stupid women and all the meaningless information that was even more unsexy and boring. Paul looked up from the document when he heard his name dropped by the gossip gang.

“And Paul? Do you think he’s getting any action outside of with himself?””

“No of course not, he’s…okay, but nobody likes grumpy men, am I right?” Another round of giggles and laughs. “Looks like he always has a stick up his ass…maybe he does he might be gay, isn’t he. Paul just grumbled and sighed, as his mind strayed to how he ended up here in this Godforsaken office.

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The Creneth mansion has many floors. Many rooms. Many hallways. And boy, Markus and Andrea had banged in them all. The kitchen, the laundry room, the pool, anywhere and everywhere they had gotten to it.

Everywhere?

Not everywhere.

In the left wing was a room that had never been used for that. The exception that confirmed the rule.

The gallery was lavishly decorated, the walls hung with paintings which upon second sight, seemed rather mundane to belong in the halls of a billionaire. There were in fact only landscapes hanging there, akin to those painted by Bob Ross. While there was certainly significant skill involved in making these, one would have expected Old Masters to hang there, not average paintings anyone following The Joy of Painting could match. Yet in the lower right corner of the not very detailed visage of clouds breaking over a mountain path stood a signature that explained everything

B. Creneth.

Bernard “Bernie” Creneth, Markus’ paternal grandfather had always been a big fan of painting landscapes. Even while he was the biggest real estate owner in California, the founder of the Creneth fortune never lost his passion for landscape painting. Markus always had fond memories of his wise old grandfather painting a summer landscape while explaining things to the young Markus.  Sadly, he passed away when Markus was just 12 years old leaving Markus with just memories of summers spent with his Grandfather. When the time came for his own place, Markus insisted on pulling these paintings out of storage and giving them a place of honour in his mansion.

Andrea never was an art aficionado in general, but she at least understood the rule laid down by Markus. “Don’t disturb that room, EVER!” 

She understood it. But that was four years ago. And on this autumn day, she broke it not out of malice, but out of horniness. As is usual, Andrea was strolling through the mansion, completely naked with an impossibly thick horse cock sticking from her crotch. She was enjoying herself masturbating when she passed the gallery. With her leaking horse erection she stepped into the room.

“Man, this room is a waste, so boring!” Both of her hands were wrapped around her cock as she swung it around for her own amusement. And boy, did this massive dick swing around and slap one of the paintings off the walls. With a crash of wood and glass it shattered to the ground.

“Oh.” She shrugged as she continued to masturbate. In a mood of pure arrogance she continued to masturbate, aiming the tip of her cock at the half ruined painting. With a loud moan she came horse semen all over the landscape, completely drenching it.

With a satisfied smirk she turned around to leave when she spotted him. Standing there, in the doorway standing still with shock.

“Oh hi, Markus, don’t worry, I’ll go clean it u…what?”

Andrea couldn’t remember the last time she was actually terrified since she left home more than five years ago now. But Markus glared into her soul with a quiet, distilled sense of barely-contained fury that was about to explode. A look of pure fury.

She let out a nervous giggle and spoke. “Oh, but we can just replace that, right? It’s just some painting, and we’re loaded!” 

There was only silence. Her husband didn’t speak. Then, he pulled out the skinsuit gun in his pocket and shot her in the chest. All went dark, and Andrea toppled over into an empty skin.

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“Ugh, what the hell…” Andrea scratched her scalp as a sudden headache came on and then immediately faded away. Yet, as she touched her hair, she felt nothing but something rather short. She felt in her pants…a dick. Too small for her tastes.  No boobs. 

When did she get into a male suit? She looked around, and saw…a small apartment. Some kitchen on the right, on the left, a bed, and in the middle a desk with a laptop on it.

“Why am I here? Markus?” Andrea stood up, missing the sense of her swinging super sexy boobs already. As she checked in the mirror, she saw Paul. He looked around in confusion, first unzipping his pants and feeling up his flaccid dick.

“Ugh, I gotta get me a bigger one.”

“You’re not getting that at all.” Paul looked around at Markus.

“Oh hi dear. This is quite a surprise.”

“Shut up.” His voice was cold, yet authoritative.

“Well, I”

“I said shut up so do it!” Paul clenched his jaw.

“You destroyed one of grandfather Bernie’s paintings, and then just said that we could buy another one. Do you have any FUCKING idea how lucky you are? How most people have to work and all you have to do for a living is entertain me? I am NOT going to deal with your arrogance any longer. Do you even know how much those paintings mean to me? I guess not because all you care about is sex!”

“I care about you…” Paul interjected half-heartedly

“You didn’t care enough not to destroy something irreplaceable to me.”

“Wait, Markus, please, please don’t leave me.”

“I am not leaving you. Yet.”

“What? I’ll do anything for you, I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” Paul got on his knees and literally begged. “Let me open your zipper and make it up to you.”

“NO!” Markus paused. “Not everything is about sex. Now, you are stuck as Paul Watterson for the time being until you prove yourself. You have a job working at setting up contracts for Creneth Corporation, and you start tomorrow. Keep your head down, don’t get fired, and suck it up. When I’m done being angry, I’ll come pick you up, IF you do a good job. If not, I’ll just let you stew as Paul. Am I clear, Andrea?”

There was only a meek “yes” from Paul in response

“I’ve left you a present. Use it all you like.” He opened up the small closet to reveal a sex doll…of Markus himself. “It’s time you learn to work for a living. Because I will not put up with your arrogance any longer!”

“Markus, please…”

“I have nothing to say to you. You have your orders.” With a last cold glare, he turned around and slammed the door shut. 

Paul heaved for a moment before bursting into tears. He reached for the sex doll of Markus, dragged him to bed and started hugging and kissing the near perfect if lifeless recreation of his husband. He fondled the massive cock before flipping Markus on his back and lowering his ass onto it. In a mix of fury and anger, Paul began to masturbate his cock. It took far longer for him to cum then usual which frustrated him to no end. Finally, with the sex doll’s dildo still deep in his ass, Paul drifted to sleep.

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Paul opened up a new document that he laid out just like a regular official contact email. 

He looked around, and started writing a fake e-mail filled with profanity at Jack and at the same time wrote down how hard he wanted to have sex with Nishi and how this job sucked but it was his only way back to the home he missed so much. A few more discordant all caps swear words in red, and Paul deleted the document.

He sighed, and got back to work with a death glare on his face. Andrea hated, hated this whole affair. Paul’s dick even was just pathetic, it needed so much work to get hard. But, all she did was quietly stew in a mix of frustration, anger, and fear. She wanted to get back to Markus, escape this boring purgatory, and get back to being a super sexy woman or futanari and have lots of sex! 

But then there was the next account coming up, so he just grumbled and got back to work. Soon, he would set free from this prison if he just kept this boring charade up. That kept Paul/Andrea going. Keep your head down. Keep your head down. Keep your head down.

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“Paul?” Paul was awoken from a sex filled daydream and flinched.  He looked around. Nishi was standing there with a warm smile. 

“Please come with me.”

“Ah, yeah, yes miss Yoshikawa.” Paul saved up his file and quickly followed his boss to her office

“Off to the meeting room then!” His boss was humming a silly tune that Paul figured was from one of her annie-mays or whatever she was into. Inevitably as he walked next to her his thoughts strayed to sex with his boss. He casually wondered what kind of sounds she would make when he split her in half…with his stupidly small dick.

Of course, that wasn’t to be. Paul walked into the room and saw three chairs at the large meeting table. One on one end, and two on the other end next to one another. And sitting on one of the two chairs was Jack.

“Hey Paul.”

“Why the f-…udge are you here Jack?”

“I’m here to help with the performance review. Rate your performance, and such.”

Paul sat down opposite Nishi and Jack who shared a glance.

Keep your head down. Keep your head down. Just play along. Be boring. Do your job. Stupid meeting with stupid bore and the singing slut that he couldnt have sex with. 

“So, Paul Watterson, how do you think you did in your first two weeks in your new job?”

“Adequate. It just takes time to start up and get used to this new life…job.” Paul caught himself  “And make it work. But I’m looking ahead at my future here at Creneth Corporation!”. He feigned a smile, that with Andrea’s expertise in acting came across as a genuine one free of hatred and lust.

“What did you think of Paul’s work so far, Jack?”

“Surprisingly good. But Paul does have a habit of non consistent spacing which actually disrupts the setup of his letters to a degree where it looks somewhat unprofessional. I’ve pointed this out to him several times but he does insist on doing it his own way.”

“If i bend you over this stupid table and pound your ass till I cum would that be unpofessional?” Paul thought with a frown that quickly faded back to a forced neutral look.

“But otherwise his work is good. Could be better though.”

“I see.” Nishi nodded and filled out a form.

“Well Paul, are you going to fix your spacing and listen to constructive comments?”

Paul glanced at Jack who had an odd smile on his face, not really fitting the situation.

“Yes, absolutely, ma’am.” Paul seemed quite determined as he stared at her without much joy.

“As for your growth…and future prospects, how do you intend to develop yourself?”

“Develop myself?”

“Well yeah, become a better employee, participate more. You appear to be a bit of a loner, Paul. You don’t want to interact with anyone at work.”

“Mmhm, i’ve been trying to chat him up all the time but he doesn’t seem very interested. Remember, teamwork makes the team’s dream work!” Jack had  one of those insufferable goofy smiles on his face that Paul just despised.

“So for your personal growth future we need you to be more personable, more happy, more productive!”

“I see.” Paul said in a mostly neutral tone with an undertone of frustration.

“Put a smile on your face Paul, life is great here at Creneth Real Estate!”

“I’ll do my best, I really am but I am a bit grumpy sometimes, that’s all. Nothing else going on with me.”

“Well, I understand your situation. You are being punished, after all?”

Jack looked aside in surprise.

“He is being punished?”

“Yes. According to instructions from above, mister Paul Watterson is supposed to stay in this position until he proves himself.”

“Markus…” Paul looked aside for a moment, misery and loneliness overtaking his face.

“So tell me, Paul, what are you willing to do to keep this job?”

“Anything! I would do anything to stay here and prove my worth! I am miserable and lonely but I WILL hold on. I’m here, doing this job, and I’ll go to any length to keep it. No matter how I may feel about it. I can take on more responsibilities and live up to them. I belong here.” Paul hated saying the words but he was going to stand by them.

Nishi looked moved for a moment. She glanced at Paul, and then at Jack.

Jack nodded slightly

“Responsibilities like these?”

Nishi stood up, but didn’t move her hand, which was firmly on Jack’s crotch in a shaking position. She was giving her own employee a hand job.

Paul’s jaw dropped for a moment, which turned into a wide smile.

Nishi continued to jack off Jack while smiling back.

“You are here to save me! It’s over.”

 Jack nodded, smiling as well as he reached under his chin and pulled deep, digging into the skin of his neck to reveal Markus Creneth chuckling the face of Paul behind him.

“I’ve missed you.” Paul rose up to approach Markus who walked up to him with his dick out. Yet Markus looked sour and shoved him back on the chair.

“Quiet.” Paul’s face fell in opposition to the death glare Markus gave him.

“Yes. I am getting you out of here. You have done well, dear. But..” the temperature in the room dropped several terms as Markus crouched to stare Paul in the face. “You have permanently destroyed one of my childhood memories with your arrogance. I had to burn one of grandpa Bernie’s paintings because you RAVAGED IT!”

Markus used his full power to hold Paul in the chair and squeezed his shoulder hard.

“And then…you said we can just buy another one.”

“Just. Like. That.”

“Your trespassing is tolerated dear, not encouraged. I will not spend time with an arrogant BITCH. Never again take what you have…what we have for granted, ever AGAIN!”

“I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry WILL NOT cut it! But I have been surprised at how well you’ve done here for yourself. Your work as Paul was good, and you didn’t get caught masturbating on company time. But…Do you know how much I’ve missed you? And how angry I’ve been at you? Dont you ever do this to me again, Andrea, don’t you ever. I wanted to rip your head off your skull, I was that angry…but I can’t live without you, dear. I don’t ever want to be without you.”

At this point Paul was sobbing and crying, begging for forgiveness in a deeply shaken voice and Marius lunged at him to wrap him into a tight hug, a few tears sliding out of his eyes as well. Nishi, or as Andrea had already figured out Jeanne, meanwhile was sobbing her eyes out as she too stepped from behind the desk and hugged the two of them tight.

All three of them let their emotions out and embraced the others’ warmth.

“I’ve been so terribly lonely Markus, I can barely stand it!”

“Good. This was a punishment. Learn your lesson.” Markus pulled back motioning at Nishi to do the same. “Never forget how lucky you are to have what you have. Unlimited wealth, all the time and money to do the things you enjoy. All other people, like me, actually work for what they enjoy.”

He sat in the chair, resigned while silently nodding with tears still in his eyes.

Yet the lecture ended. There was an awkward silence.

“So can I fuck Nishi now?” Paul interrupted it with a cheeky smile. “I’ve been wanting to hear her sign while I rearrange her insides ever since I laid eyes on her.”

“That’s what she was designed for. To further keep you on edge and yet have her out of reach.”

“How did you, Jack, you know when I was masturbating in my pant leg? Every single time i got this weak cock of mine going you hopped in.”

“Your work laptop has a camera. We copied the feed to Nishi’s computer and from there it was just about reading your face.”

“Damn. Well at least you let me jack off in the toilet at peace.”

“Yeah I know how you are if you can’t rub one out every few hours. And I came here to teach you a lesson, not to torture you.”

“It WAS torture for me.”

“No it wasn’t. I can make things much, MUCH worse next time.” His glare made Paul avert his gaze. “But there won’t be a next time, will there, dear?”

“Yes dear.” He responded meekly.

“Good.” Markus walked up to Paul and unzipped his pants. He reached for his flaccid cock, grabbing hold with one hand to lift it up while the other reached for a small bulge on the underside. He pinched it and pulled it off. Not a moment later Paul was rock hard which he hadn’t been for two long weeks.

“Inhibitor…keep your dick weak. But that’s not needed any more. Undress, both of you.”

Nishi immediately began freeing her nipples with a bit of pitch perfect humming

“I didn’t know you were good at signing Jeanne.”

“I’m not. But they are expanding to add skill sets into skinsuits. So this one lets me sing quite a lot.” As she bared her breasts for Paul Nishi smiled at him. “Time for you to sleep your way up the corporate ladder.” 

She took off her skirt, showing that she wasn’t actually wearing any panties at all as her juices dripped on the floor.  Now fully naked, she motioned at him to approach as she spread her legs wide and leaned back on her fancy desk.

As Markus watched on Paul began to use his tongue to service Nishi, who let out a few moans that melded together into a sort of sweet erotic singing, as she rubbed Paul’s hair.

“I’ve missed your technique Andrea. You’re better than Markus.” 

Paul lifted himself from in between her legs a bit, his lips coated in fluids. “Obviously.” Paul suddenly looked concerned and smiled nervously at Markus who frowned. “I mean thank you Jeanne.”

 Immediately he plunged back into sucking and licking Nishi’s vulnerable region while he pulled her forward somewhat. He pierced her ass with one finger and began to fingerbang her as well. Even as muffled as it was Markus could hear ecstatic moans of joy coming from Paul. And then he glanced at Paul’s cock dangling from below, and his tight anus just above it.

By now he was hard himself. And damn it, he had missed his wife terribly even though she was this close. But then the memory of Grandpa Bernie’s ruined painting and her arrogant response soured his mood once again. At least now it seemed she had learned her lesson. She was never going to be a good person…but she would forever be interesting and entertaining minus being destructive.

“Dibs.”

Paul and Nishi looked up at him.

“Dibs on Paul. Go entertain yourself Nishi…I missed him.”

Paul got up and looked around at Markus who was standing there with his arms open. Immediately Paul flung himself into the loving arms of Markus as they squeezed their dicks together, entwining in a passionate way as the two lovers were once again united. Markus reached down to fondle Paul’s dick which for the first time in two weeks held strong. The two of them exchanged spit in a passionate french kiss while Paul groped Markus’s butt.

“Enough foreplay, turn around and show me your ass dear.”

“In a bit.” Markus continued to stroke Paul more and more to the point where Paul was nearly lost in bliss. Nishi meanwhile looked on at the two men making love. With a smile on her face she played with her nipple while her other hand penetrated her walls.

Markus broke away from Paul and turned around, baring his ass for him, shaking lightly. Paul did not wait, pressing this tip against Markus’s anus and pushed just the tip in. Both hands were on Markus’s ass stretching his anus wide. Paul continued to slide deeper into Markus all the way until his testicles squeezed against Markus’s warm body. Markus let out a single gasp of joy and turned back to look at Paul. 

Paul began to forcefully pound Markus’s exposed ass, with every slap seemingly sliding his meat deeper and deeper into his lover. It had been so long that he had waited for this. Two whole weeks, unbearable! Now that he was pounding and grinding away his lover’s tight ass he couldn’t help but lose it only a few minutes in. He came a literal bucket load of relief into Markus’s ass who bit his lip as one hand of Andrews reached around to begin masturbating him. Paul kept him pinned down, his dick deeply shoved into Markus’s ass while Paul’s nimble technique stroked his lover into releasing his load against the wall. 

Nishi had already gotten out the biggest dildo hidden in a secret layer in her desk and was in the middle of pleasuring herself looking at the guys going at it. Markus was blushing as Paul relentlessly continued to masturbate and milk him, more and more cum squirting against the wall while continuing to pound his ass. Markus let out quite a few moans until he was done.

“I’m out, dear, I’m out.”

“Ah…” Paul pulled out. “I missed that…so much. I missed you so much.” He immediately hugged Markus again, squeezing his leaking  dick against his back. “Now can I get out of Paul? I want to have some tits again, it’s been too long!”

Both of them heard a squeal and turned right to see Nishi squirting all over her desk papers, soiling them beyond any use. 

“Well, I can just climb into Nishi then double up and leave.”

“No no.” Markus stopped him. “I’m doing that, instead. I don’t want to get back into Jack either. But, I had an idea for leaving that’d be fun.”

Paul seemed a bit disappointed but then perked up.

“What’s the idea?”

“Nishi calls a meeting for everyone on the floor, announcing her retirement because Paul is just too sexy to pass up. Then you grope Nishi as we walk out and stare at their baffled faces.”

“Oh, that sounds like fun! Screw all these office losers, I want to go back home!”

Nishi looked at Markus and nodded. She put the dildo back in the secret layer and locked it. Then, she turned around and leaned over her desk baring her ass and pussy to the two men. Markus approached, his dick still hard.

“It was fun, Paul, but I believe we need to have a review of our combined performance.” Nishi looked back and motioned at Markus and Paul to come in as she pressed her tits on the table. Markus slid into her back with a big smile on her face.

“Come on iiiiiin, Paul.” She was singing in perfect pitch, and Paul practically bolted around the table with a big grin on his face.

“When we get home, I want you to stay in Nishi for a while, Jeanne, I need to get a lot more pent up sexuality out all over your face..” He slapped her with his erection, and she giggled.

“I could see that on your face, and…” Nishi’s glasses got knocked off her face by Paul moving in and slapping her dick in her face. Wrapping both of his hands around his boss’ head he began violently ramming his cock down her throat. He met Markus’s gaze, who smiled back.

“I love you.” Paul uttered as he suddenly rapidly came in Nishi’s mouth, who choked for a moment before diligently swallowing load after load. “Ff-f-uck Nishi’s so hot!”  

“It’s not just the body, give Jeanne some credit for the acting, dear.”

“Yeah….yeah.” Paul stroked Nishi’s hair as he continued to unload into her. “I missed you too, Jeanne.”

“Ya know, what, I think I’m not gonna finish.” Markus slid out of Nishi. “After all, I wouldn’t want to fill up my future asshole.” He pushed his hand down on Nishi’s neck and a sudden zipper appeared upon it.

He pulled it down and spread Nishi’s skin wide. Below that was the smaller shape of Jeanne’s back end. Markus lifted up one leg and pressed it into the suit behind Jeanne. With his second leg in his dick pressed against Jeanne’s ass who let out a cute giggle as Nishi. He laid down on top of her , sliding both hands into the suit around Jeanne’s body to grope her boobs underneath the skinsuit.

‘Paul do you mind zipping us up?” Underneath Nishi’s boobs Markus’s fingers were pinching and rubbing Jeanne’s nipples which caused Nishi to blush and moan. Paul walked up to the strange sight and pulled the zipper shut over Markus’s head. The strange form on the backside of Nishi slowly merged back into her original form as two people became one.

“Thank you, dear.” Nishi stood back up. “So, get dressed, go back to your office, and wait for me to call a meeting.”

“Don’t keep me waiting. I want to go home badly…home to the mansion, not that depressing shoebox you’ve forced me in.”

Nishi glared with a frown very close to Markus’s. “Quite a lot of people live in such “shoeboxes”, dear. That’s what life is for most people.”

“Ah…eh…” Paul got dressed quickly before leaving the room.  Nishi herself did the same. 

She settled back into her work routine before suddenly giggling. “Oh my God, I’d forgotten that I’m not actually Nishi.” She shook her head.  “Time to call another boring meeting.” The teasing smile on her face wouldn’t be ill-suited for Andrea.

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Paul sat back in his office cubicle with his spirits lifted. He opened up a to all email, and started typing up an e-mail to all his co workers about how office life sucked and that he was going to retire to fuck Nishi all day in her mansion. He set up an auto timer to email it to all known contacts in 2 hours from now, and then leaned back to blatantly watch some porn on his work PC. He felt free and relieved now, free of the burden of having to pretend to give a damn about any of this. Paul chucked all his papers in the bin and rubbed some cum over his desk because he just didn’t care

And then Penny walked past. She saw a cute looking guy getting impaled by two beastly men on the screen and immediately shrieked “PORN!” and went to report him to Nishi.

Nishi, whom had cleaned up all the loose cum and chucked it in the bin, looked up at Penny.

“Paul is watching porn! In the offiiiice! Nishi, you have to fire him, he’s a filthy porn watching degenerate! I bet he gets off on hitting innocent women too!” She spoke up way too loud in the doorway, catching a few people. Meanwhile, as Paul across the room heard it he put the volume on maximum and felt the blood rushing to his cock. Idly, he began to rub it, relishing the fact that some of his co workers were watching in shock as Paul walked forward with his big cock through his. A crowd was forming around Paul’s cubicle while Nishi was practically dragged to it by Penny.

“Look at that!” “Whoa, he’s so fired!” “Oh my god, whata perv.” “Nice.” “Oh come on, this is some sort of prank obviously!” “This is so offensive.” “Someone call the cops!”

Nishi walked in, being watched by the whole floor.

“Paul. This is not okay.” She stepped into his crucible. “You cannot watch porn at work, I’m going to have to report you to HR. And how dare you show your big massive hard cock in public!” At the same time she winked at him.

“Oh come on, Nishi, you fat slut, you know you want to get on my dick.”

“Excuse me! You are fired! Pack your things and go!” 

“You know, Nishi, you know you love me.”

A gasp went up in the crowd, but most weren’t buying it. 

“Oh please Paul, you’re a pathetic loser!”

“My dick has hypnotic powers! Behold!”  Nishi cocked her head and suddenly got on her knees. A few “Oh my God’s” went around the captive audience.

“Oh wow, that’s an amazing cock! It’s too much! Nishi grabbed Paul’s dick and began jerking it. “I can’t handle it, I’m quitting my job and marrying you Paul!”  Paul looked down upon his boss and immediately blew his load all over her face while Nishi sang a few notes of arousal.

One guy was filming it, and everyone else was frozen in absolute shock. Nishi got up, held hands with Paul and walked to the exit. She was covered in cum, and Paul with his dick hanging out as they brazenly got into Paul’s car, and disappeared without a trace. Creneth Corp tried to look into what happened, but upper management shut the investigation down and told them to move on and not draw attention to it.

The people who worked on that floor were reshuffled and relocated into different floors, and this became one of these strange stories that people still told from time to time. Not that anyone beyond the first retelling believed it…but odd office stories never die.