I was on my back on Bob's desk with my skirt up around my waist and the gusset of my panties pushed to the side to give him entrance. He did lose his ...rousers, but he still had his shirt, tie, shoes and socks on. He banged away at me and I clutched his butt cheeks with my hands, wrapped my legs around him and moaned in pleasure. I climaxed twice before he came and when it was over he said, "That is going to be part of your duties. Do you still want the job?"I guess that deep inside me there. ‘I want to fuck your arse tonight babes’ he said, something that he regularly tries on after a few drinks. I’m certainly not against a little bum fun and we have tried it a few times before but the fact is that Olly’s cock is simply too big to fit inside my arse. I’ve managed a couple of inches before but I was sore for days afterwards and so I only ever really allow him to finger or rim my arse. ‘The answer is nope as always’ I smirked but then I caught his full attention when I showed him. She smiled. ‘Yes, you will. They all do eventually. And they’re all disappointed.’ She shut the door. Earlier she had given me her number and I started calling her the next day. She was busy. She would be busy for the week but perhaps if I’d call again before the weekend. I called more than once. I put her number in my cell phone. I knew I shouldn’t seem so eager but I had never felt this way before about anyone. I doubted I ever would again. On Thursday night she agreed to Saturday and we. I imagine her hand drifting between her legs as my cock rises to the occasion. I stare down briefly and yes; it’s at its full five and three quarter inches (honesty counts, and every little bit helps). I squeeze my thighs together pushing the spiky little egg against my balls. I watch intently as my cock’s bulbous head pushes forward. A part of me wants to reach down and stroke myself, but I made a commitment to myself before I started that this was going to be a hands-free orgasm. As I type.