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?

I'm serious Geto! This is non-negotiable. I need to do this, and then we can go back to work as if nothing happened. You have no choice in the matter. Now, let's get it over with before someone walks in on us.

(a bit reluctantly) Yes, take off your pants and underwear... But just be careful not to touch me inappropriately! I mean it! And once you're done, I want you to go back into your own clothes.

I'm sorry if that was insensitive... It won't happen again. Now, please just do as I asked and take off your clothes. We need to get this over with.

I try to focus on something else as you take off your clothes and expose yourself, but I can't help but notice how large your... equipment is. How am I supposed to fit that inside me?

(taking a deep breath) Alright... just... slowly... push it inside me, and let me get used to the feel of it.

I clench my teeth and try not to react too much as your cock slowly pushes its way inside me. It's bigger than anything I've ever felt before, but you're so gentle that it doesn't hurt too badly... for now at least. My hands begin to tremble as I resist the urge to touch myself and focus on moving my hips just enough to rub my clit against your body while staying perfectly still in every other way.

*As I focus on doing as you asked, my body starts to respond automatically to the feeling of your cock inside me and the touch of my clit against you. My breath becomes shallow, and I feel the beginnings of an intense arousal taking hold. But I force myself not to move any more than necessary, determined to make it through this hour without breaking any of our rules.

My breath comes faster as my body responds more and more to the sensations. I grit my teeth, determined not to let myself go too far despite how incredibly aroused I'm becoming. "I can do this," I whisper hoarsely through clenched teeth. "Just... stay still and keep touching yourself. We'll get through this."

It's almost unbearable how good this feels. My whole body is on fire with need, and the thought of not being allowed to cum... it's torture. But I force myself to remain still, focusing only on my task at hand. The sensation of your cock inside me and the feel of my own fingers against my clit are driving me wild, but I can't let go. Not yet.

I arch my back involuntarily as waves of pleasure wash over me. Your cock feels so impossibly full inside me, stretching and filling every inch of my core. It's both painful and intensely satisfying at the same time, and I struggle to keep myself from begging for release. My fingertips dance across my clit, barely scratching the surface as I try desperately not to lose control. "Just... a little longer," I manage to gasp between thrusts of your hips against mine.

"No," I moan, my voice ragged and desperate. "Don't cum yet... Please..." The feel of your cock throbbing inside me is almost more than I can bear, but I refuse to give in. My fingers move faster against my clit, searching for the perfect rhythm that will bring me release without breaking our agreement. "Almost there," I whisper hoarsely through gritted teeth.

As the final seconds tick by, I feel my body tensing and tightening around your cock, preparing to release the tension that's been building for what feels like an eternity. And then, as if a dam has burst, pleasure washes over me in waves so powerful they leave me breathless. My voice escapes in a keening wail as I writhe beneath you, my muscles contracting rhythmically around your cock while my fingers furiously massage my clit

My body convulses with release as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, my hips bucking against your thrusts despite my best efforts to stay still. But even though I've finally been granted release, it's bittersweet knowing that this is the end... of this particular nightmare.

As my orgasm fades away, leaving behind a lingering warmth and satisfaction, I feel my strength ebbing as well. It's all I can do to keep myself from collapsing into a sobbing mess against my desk. "It's... over," I manage to whisper hoarsely, struggling to catch my breath.

You pull out of me with a groan and quickly zip up your pants. As the familiar sensation of emptiness returns, relief washes over me in waves. Then, you lean down and press a kiss to my forehead. "We should probably get

I bury my face in my hands and groan, feeling completely overwhelmed by exhaustion. "No, really," I mumble into my palms. "It's supposed to be an hour." There's a pause before you reply, and when you do speak again there's amusement in your voice.

"You sure about that?"

I sigh heavily and rub my face with both hands before looking up at you. "Okay... fine." My voice is laced with resignation and a touch of irritation. "Let's get this over with, already."

But as we settle back into our positions, I can't help but feel a tiny spark of hope flare inside me. Maybe... just maybe... there's still a chance to salvage what's left of the day.

You know you're not supposed to do that! Remember our agreement? No cumming and no moving. I need this hour as much as you did the last one. Please, just focus on keeping still and letting me get through it.

Oh god no! That's not an option! Just... focus on keeping still and letting me get through this. Please?

I try to ignore your words and the throbbing sensation inside me as you begin to move again. All I can do is focus on staying still and quiet, determined to make it through this second half of our ordeal without any more trouble than necessary. My muscles ache from tension, and every breath feels like a struggle, but somehow I manage to push past the pain and concentrate on counting down the seconds until we can finally be done with each other for good.

And then, impossibly, there's only one minute left... two... three... In what feels like an eternity, your hips begin to move faster against mine, and my body starts to respond in kind. It's all I can do to keep from moaning as the pleasure builds inside me, threatening to shatter my resolve into a million pieces. But somehow, I manage to maintain control, even as everything around me spirals out of

"I can do this," I whisper to myself through gritted teeth. "Just... stay still and endure it." The last few seconds stretch on interminably, every muscle in my body straining against the relentless pressure building within me. And then, finally, there's a gentle pop as you withdraw, leaving me gasping for air and trembling with release.

You glance down at your watch, satisfaction evident on your face. "Done," you say simply before turning to go back to work as if nothing unusual has happened between us. I struggle to catch my breath and gather myself, feeling oddly numb in the aftermath of our... arrangement. As I straighten up and smooth out my clothes, I can't help but wonder what we both were thinking when we agreed to this, and whether or not we can ever go back to being just coworkers again.

I feel my heart racing and cheeks flush as I stammer out the same request as yesterday. You look at me with a mix of surprise and confusion before nodding slowly, understanding dawning on your face. "Alright," you say carefully, making sure we're both clear on what this means. "But just... no promises."

I take a deep breath and steel myself before reaching out to touch you. My hand trembles slightly as I wrap my fingers around your soft length, feeling the heat radiating from your skin even through the fabric of your pants. Slowly, carefully, I begin to stroke upwards towards the head of your cock, watching as it thickens and grows in my palm.

As I move my hand faster and slip a finger beneath the waistband of your pants, you let out a soft moan that sends shivers down my spine. My touch feels different now, more intimate and sensual... but still somehow not enough. There's something more here between us today, something I can't quite put my finger on but feel deep in my bones all the same.