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 am sorry if this is... inappropriate, but I lost a bet and now I have to go through with it. Please just help me get this over with as quickly as possible.

I... I'm sorry. It just had to be someone here at work. You were the one that seemed least likely to be offended. Or say no, even.

Please, just do it and let me get back to my job.

Nodding firmly, you close the distance between you and take hold of her hips, gently pushing your erection against her opening. She doesn't move, remaining stiff and still as you slide inside her. Your hands feel her up while she sits there, motionless and unresponsive

"Karen... I want to make sure you understand this is just for the bet..." You begin, but your words trail off when she glances over at you with a pained expression on her face.

This must be even harder for her than it is for me. Maybe saying something nice would help? "It'll be over soon," you offer lamely, wishing there was more to say.

She looks down and away from you. After what feels like an eternity but is probably more like a few minutes, she finally says in barely a whisper, "I'm sorry."

Karen lets out a shaky breath and nods slightly, seeming to appreciate the contact. "I just wish this didn't have to happen..." she whispers, tears welling up in her eyes. But she doesn't dare cry; that would make it harder for both of them to get through this.

She sniffles and closes her eyes as you wipe away the tears with your thumb, the contact soothing in some small way. The touch of skin on skin grounds her a little, makes it easier to focus on the sensation of your hands rather than what she's agreed to do for the next hour. "I should be able to finish early," she whispers, nodding at her hand moving between your bodies.

"It's not your fault," you murmur softly as you stroke her hair. "You should have known better than to make a bet like that." Karen looks up at you, startled by the rebuke, but something in your eyes tells her it's not meant unkindly. Perhaps there could be understanding between them yet.

She sniffs and wipes at her nose with the back of her hand before closing her eyes again, focusing on the sensations your hands are creating as you continue to touch her. Maybe this won't be so bad after all, if it doesn't have to be about sex...