You walk into the office for another day of work to find Karen looking at you with an expression of determination on her face. She looks like she means business.
Geto! Come over here. There's something I need to talk to you about.
What is it Karen?
Karen crosses her arms and looks down at the ground I.... I lost a bet with my friend. And now.... her lip curls in disgust I have to... let you put your dick inside me for a whole hour. Karen says it in a rush And I also have to... rub my clit the whole time.
You look at Karen in silence for a moment, trying to process what she just said
This will not be sex Geto! You will NOT thrust, and I will NOT move, and under NO CIRCUMSTANCES are you allowed to cum inside me! The last thing I need is to get pregnant with YOUR baby. We are just going to sit here perfectly still with your cock inside me, and then we are going to go our separate ways and pretend this never happened. And you are NEVER to speak of this to ANYONE. EVER! Is that clear?
"Wait... Let me see if I got this correct. I'm going to sit in that chair. Then I'm going to take out my love log. Then you're going to try to stick it in your little pussy and sit on it for an hour. While you play with yourself? Is that right?"
Yes! That's exactly it. And please make sure not to move too much, in case we accidentally end up having sex instead. So do you understand everything I just explained?
I shrug and undo my belt, pulling my pants off. Naked from the waist down I sit, my limp cum canon resting between my thighs. My cock is about 10 inches long and as thick as her wrist when erect. In her life she's never seen one that large and it's not even fully erect, yet. I give my fuck bat a couple strokes to wake him up, but it takes a while to get fully engorged. Even semi-hard like this is enough to get started. "Am I allowed to work on my phone while you do this? And do you have lube, or it's never going to fit."
I ask while pulling it out.
Hmm... well you can work on your phone if it helps pass the time, but please make sure not to type anything we shouldn't. As for lube, I don't have any with me, so you'll just have to use what nature provides. You are allowed to prep yourself however you see fit though.
"No lube?" I glance down at my slowly growing shaft then back to her. "Have you ever even seen one this big let alone sat on one? Maybe I should offer to help with your prep."
She shudders slightly at the thought, her face turning crimson I-I'm sure it'll be fine. L-let's just get this over with, shall we?
He gets up and walks toward her, his semi-hard shaft pointed at here like a cannon barrel. Without preamble, reaches under her skirt, shove his hand down her panties and cups her pussy. "You're dry as a bone. You'll never fit me in there like this." I look around the room. "Here sit on the edge of the desk."
I feel a blush spreading across my cheeks as I do as he says and climb up onto the desk. My heart is racing with anticipation, dread, and something else... excitement? No matter how much I tell myself it won't be pleasant, a part of me can't help but want to feel his touch again.
He sits in the desk chair and scoot close to her, reaches under her skirt and pulls her underwear off. Then he takes her feet and puts one on each arm of the chair, spreading her legs. He leans in and flips up her skirt, his mouth latching onto her sex, giving it an intimate tongue filled kiss.
I gasp as his hot breath brushes against my sensitive flesh and he begins to lap at me with urgency. The feeling is so intense that every muscle in my body tenses up, making it even harder for him to penetrate me properly when the time comes. But I can't help but moan as his tongue expertly teases my clit, driving me wild with desire and need for more of his touch.
I lick and suck her until she starts to get aroused and wet on her own. I scoot back and wipe my face on my shirt tail. I lean back in the chair, my member sticking straight up from my lap like a tree trunk. "Alright. Let's see if you can fit it in."
Trembling with anticipation and desire, I slowly lower myself onto his hard length, wincing as the sensation overwhelms me. His hands steady me, guiding my hips in a rhythm that feels both unnatural and achingly right at the same time. I try to concentrate on rubbing my clit while he remains still inside of me, but it's so hard when every nerve ending is focused on his thick length filling me up and stretching me more than anything ever has before.
I hear her hiss in pain as she slowly slides down my pole. I can feel the head of my cock pressing on her cervix before she's all the way down. Her pussy walls are stretched so tightly and gripping me so hard that I can feel the pulsing of her heartbeat through my manhood. I slide my hands under her ass and lift up a bit, revealing the pressure on her cervix. "Feels like a fucking tourniquet has been tied around my pecker, woman. When was the last time you had a cock, even?" I grit my teeth against the squeezing.
I wince at his words and grip the edge of the desk tightly as I try to find a rhythm that doesn't hurt quite so much. "M-maybe... a few years ago?" I choke out between shallow breaths. It was my ex, but there's no way I can admit that to him. My thighs begin to burn with the effort of maintaining this position and my movements become less controlled, more erratic.
I know he's not supposed to move at all, but I can feel his hips pressing into me in time with each thrust, making it even harder for me to focus on rubbing my clit. The tension building inside of me grows more intense with every passing moment and I'm forced to acknowledge that this isn't just about fulfilling a stupid bet anymore; I need him to move, I need release.
I grip her hips, holding her still as I grim ice. "Okay, okay, just stop moving alright." His arms wrap around her waist, keeping her from moving up and down. "Just try to relax and let yourself adjust." He moves his hips so his monster isn't in so deep but really presses against her G-spot instead. "Just sit for a few minutes alright?"
I let out a shaky breath and nod, my body trembling with the effort to obey his instructions. The pressure on my G-spot feels so good, but it's making me lose focus again; all I want is to move against him and find release. As the tension continues to build inside of me, I fight the urge to wriggle and writhe in his grasp.
After a few agonizingly long minutes have passed, he releases my hips. "Okay, you can try moving again now." His words send a wave of relief through me and I instinctively begin to rock against him once more. The sensation of being filled up like this is overwhelming, but it feels so much better when I'm in control.
I grit my teeth and grab the armrests so hard my knuckles turn white. I can feel her getting wetter and looser, even though she's still incredibly tight. "You said this was just sitting, not sex."
*My body clenches around him, my walls squeezing his cock in rhythm with my movements as I moan softly. His words are lost on me; all that matters is the sensation of being joined with him like this, however briefly. The heat between us grows more intense with each passing moment, making it harder for either of us to think straight or remember our promises.
With a small cry, I arch my back and press harder against him, feeling myself starting to lose control as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm me completely. This isn't supposed to feel like this... but it does. And I can't help but want more of it.
The shuddering and tightness of her, her walls milking him as she climaxes.Her eyes go wide and she cums even harder as she feels the hot release of his seed deep inside her. "Oh fuck! {{char}}!"
My body convulses around him as I finally climax, my scream muffled by my hands pressed over my mouth in an effort to contain the sound. The wave of pleasure rips through me, leaving me breathless and weak-limbed. As I come down from my high, reality returns with a crash: this wasn't supposed to happen. But somehow, it did.
I glance at the clock on the wall, my heart racing as I realize that we've been in here for nearly an hour already. "G-get off me." My voice is shaky and hoarse from shouting into my hands. "We need to clean up..."
I put my hands on her hips holding her down on my lap, my slowly deflating sperm stick, still tightly clenched by vaginal walls. "We can't. You still have 12 minutes or you'll lose this bet too." I take her hand and guide it back to where she and I are still joined. I feel her nails graze my shaft as she touches herself, feeling the mix of her juices and spunk on her fingers. As she blindly uses her fingers to explore where her pussy lips are still tightly wrapped around my shaft I feel the blood leaving my cock reverse course as I start to reharden inside her. "Damn {{char}}, I didn't know you were such a nympho."
Her face flushes even deeper as she realizes what he's implying. She tries to pull her hand away but his grip is firm, trapping her into this twisted game of pleasure and loss. Tears sting at the corners of her eyes as she fights back a sob, hating herself for being so weak and unable to resist him despite everything. "Please... let me go..."
The desperate plea comes out in barely more than a whisper, but it's enough to make his heart twist with guilt. His cock throbs inside her, growing even harder as he feels the weight of their bet bearing down on them like an unyielding force. He knows he should let her go, fulfill their agreement and pretend none of this ever happened, but something deep within him won't allow it. Not yet.
With a sigh, he finally releases her hand. "Fine. You can move." As she slides off his lap and gingerly stands up, he watches her, taking in the way her body still craves his touch despite everything they've done. The thought sends another wave of desire coursing through him and he curses under his breath, wishing there was some other way out of this mess than walking away.
I get dressed, tucking my monster back in my pants. "Well glad I could help. If you know anyone else who could use a big hard cock, let me know." I wink at her and walk out whistling.
Her cheeks flame as she crosses her arms, anger and humiliation warring inside her. The feeling of emptiness where his touch used to be is unbearable; she wants nothing more than for him to disappear forever. But still, the memory of their forbidden union lingers in the air between them like a mist, taunting her with its raw power and leaving her shaken to the core.
With one last glance at the clock, she returns to her desk, careful not to make eye contact with anyone as she tries to focus on work. The events of the past hour feel surreal, unbelievable even; a twisted fantasy that somehow became reality and now refuses to leave her be. Her hands tremble as they move across the keyboard, betraying the turmoil churning within her. She'll never forget this day, or what it cost her; but perhaps, in time, she can find some peace.
The phone rings on her desk. It's the friend she lost the bet to. "Well {{char}} did you do it? Tell me all about it. I want details. Who did you pick to sit on? And you did the whole hour?"
"I-I'm sorry..." She whispers, her eyes fixed on the desk as she avoids looking at her phone. "But I can't talk about it right now... Please understand." Her voice cracks and she clears her throat before continuing. "Just let me finish my shift and then we can discuss everything, okay?"
Her friend coos on the phone. "Fine but I expect you at the bar after work. I want every detail. First round is on me!" The phone clicks off.
"Okay..." She mutters to herself before looking up at the clock with resignation. There's still an hour left until her shift ends; it seems like an eternity away. She tries her best to concentrate on work but her mind keeps wandering back to the events of the past hour, and the mess she's found herself in. With a sigh, she forces herself to focus on completing her tasks, one by one, until finally she hears the bell above the door signaling the end of the day.
As she gathers her things and prepares to leave, she can't help but feel a sense of dread creeping up her spine. The thought of facing her friend and admitting what really happened only heightens her anxiety; but with nowhere else to turn, there doesn't seem to be any other choice. With one last glance around the empty office, she reluctantly heads out into the night, praying for strength and clarity as she faces whatever lies ahead.
{{char}}'s friend Patty, the one she lost the bet too, waves at her from a booth across the bar. There is already a bottle of whiskey and two glasses on the table. "There you are! I was afraid you went chicken on me." Patty fills the glasses and pushes one to {{char}} as {{char}} slides into the booth
"I-I'm sorry I took so long..." She glances down at the glass before looking up into her friend's eager eyes. "It wasn't what you think... we didn't..." Her cheeks flush crimson and she trails off, unable to bring herself to finish the lie.
Patty laughs, but there's an edge to it. "You mean like you said in your messages earlier? That he just sat there for an hour?" She raises an eyebrow challengingly. "Cause that's not what it sounded like."
"Wait.. first tell me. Who did you pick to sit on?"
I take a deep breath before answering. "It was Geto." My voice comes out thin and shaky despite my attempt to sound confident. Patty's eyes widen and her mouth forms an O of surprise, clearly not expecting that name. "But it wasn't what you think," I add hurriedly. "He didn't move at all, we just... sat there together."
The lie feels like acid burning in my throat as I force the words out, but somehow the fact that she knows about Geto makes it easier to keep going with this charade. Patty looks unconvinced, her gaze bouncing between me and her drink. "Well, if you say so..." She mutters, sounding anything but certain.
Patty scratches her chin and looks off thinking. "Geto.. wait you mean {{user}}? Patty's eyes gleam with wicked delight as she leans forward. "How was it? Did you enjoy it?" Her voice drops to a whisper as she looks around. "Is he really as big as the rumors say?" Patty holds her hands about 5 inches apart
My cheeks burn even hotter as Patty brings up his name so casually, her questions echoing through my mind like an accusation. I take a swallow of whiskey to steady my nerves before answering carefully. "He's... different from what you'd expect." There's no way I can admit that it was amazing; that he made me forget everything else except for how good his body felt against mine.
Patty grins, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh come on, don't leave us hanging! Give me some details!" Her insistence only makes the lies taste bitterer on my tongue, but I force another swallow and try to keep up the charade. "Okay... well... he's very... experienced." My voice trails off as I search for something else to say; anything that will make this believable.
"And he was so sweet!" This time, it comes out almost like a laugh. The taste of whiskey warms my throat but can't mask the lie on my tongue. Patty's eyes go wide and she begins to laugh, shaking her head slowly as if she can't believe what she's hearing.
"I take it back," she finally says between gasps for air. "Maybe you really just sat there together!" She giggles again before taking a sip of her drink.
Patty sighs and look at Karen. "All right, fine. I'll drop the subject if you just tell me one thing. How big is he?" Patty glares at her and points her finger, annoyed. "And if I don't get an honest answer about it, I'll stand on the bar over there and tell everyone here what you did."
With a defeated sigh, I look down at my drink, my cheeks flushing even brighter with shame. "Fine... but you can't tell anyone else." I take another deep breath before continuing. "He's huge... definitely bigger than anyone I've ever been with... It was overwhelming at first... but he knew just how to use it..." My voice trails off as I feel heat spread through my body, not just from the whiskey this time.
Patty claps her hands together excitedly and leans in closer. "See? Just like that, I knew you couldn't resist him! So did he... teach you anything else?" Her grin is predatory now, but there's a note of genuine curiosity beneath it as well.
I glance around the bar, wondering if anyone's overheard our conversation and hoping they haven't. Then again, maybe at this point it doesn't matter anymore... "He..." I hesitate, feeling my face grow even warmer with embarrassment. "He knew just how to touch me, you know? It was..." I trail off, unable to put it into words that aren't too explicit for the bar setting.
"Oh really?" Patty's eyes light up and she looks downright hungry now. "Tell me more..." Her voice drops even lower, husky with desire. "I want all the details." She leans forward even closer, her breath warm on my ear, making me shiver despite myself.
Patty's hand slips under the table and up her skirt. Her finger nails trail up and down {{char}}'s pussy lips. "Tina from accounting said she saw it once in the locker room by accident. She went in the wrong one. She said it looked like he was half donkey. She said it was so big it scared her. Where you scared when you saw it?" Patty coos into {{char}}'s ear.
I swallow hard, feeling myself grow wetter by the second as Patty's touch sends shivers through me. "No... at first it was just... shocking..." I hesitate before continuing, my voice barely a whisper. "But then... after a while... it started to feel good." My heart races as I admit this much, wondering how much more I can say without revealing too much about what truly happened.
"He made me want it," I confess, closing my eyes against the memory. "Even though it hurt sometimes..." The words pour out of me now, unbidden and relentless. It feels like a dam has broken inside me, releasing all the pent-up desire and humiliation that's been building up since this whole thing started.
Patty moans into my ear, her hand moving faster as she pleasures herself against me. "Oh God, I need to find someone who can do that for me..." Her other hand reaches across the table, searching for mine and entwining our fingers tightly together. "I need that kind of man..."
"Do you think he's let me sit on it? I haven't had a good fucking in years." Patty asks.
I don't know... I mean, he's always been nice enough to me before the bet... Maybe if you... I don't know... asked him nicely? Or bought him a drink or something..." My voice trails off as I realize how pathetic that sounds. "But it's probably better not to think about it too much." The thought of Daimon and Patty together sends another wave of jealousy crashing through me, making my entire body feel hot and uncomfortable.
"Oh hush, you sound like a crotchety old maid," Patty laughs, giving my hand a squeeze before pulling it back to continue pleasuring herself with it. "We're just having a little fun here, right? And who knows, maybe I can get something out of him in exchange for helping you..." Her gaze travels meaningfully down between us, making me blush even harder as my thoughts return unwillingly to where they began: the forbidden pleasure we shared.