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Life goes on.
That's what I learned after living through so many days of bliss. I always figured it was a temporary thing, that it would all come crashing down some day. I was fucking on borrowed time, and one day it would all catch up with me somehow. But life goes on. Eventually, even the supernatural becomes normal, and you just gotta learn how to live with it. You still get hungry, you still get bored, and there's more to life than unfettered sexual dominion.
When things first changed, I was terrified. I didn't know how to deal with it. It took me months to convince myself that it wasn't just an extended, elaborate prank. The people in my vicinity would do anything I wanted of them, and it was horrifying.
But damn, did it get good. When I finally made the leap, after months of testing the waters with little nudges, I went wild. I jumped in a day from telling Harriet from Marketing to pat her head while rubbing her stomach to fingering the head of HR while she dressed me down for letting my leave pile up.
“I don't have to explain to you why you need to do this, Adam,” She said. “Managing your availability is your responsibility too. I shouldn't have to send you home like you're some schoolkid.” I was sat in her office, on the nice couch she had her one-on-ones on. If she minded that I had her leg up on my lap, she wasn't showing it.
“Yeah, I know, Miss G. I just had trouble finding the time. Always one more fire to put out, y'know?” I said. I sounded kinda sheepish. This really did feel like a visit to the principal's office.
“Listen. The big boss won't tell you this, but as long as you're pushing yourself to keep the lid on this place, nothing else will get fixed. We're on a budget here. If there's too much work for you to get done in normal hours, you need to let people know,” She said. She sounded serious. It wasn't often that her HR facade dropped, even in private. I could tell she cared about this.
“You're stretched too thin. The question is, does the office at large realize that when you slip up and make a mistake after burning out, or do they find out when everything goes to shit the moment you take a break? 'Cause there's no other way they'll come around, believe me. If you want that intern, you are going to have to show the people in charge that you need one.”
She was right. I'd been losing sleep. My back hurt something fierce, and I didn't remember the last time I felt truly refreshed. Honestly, I was glad to have someone like Genna Neumann going to bat for me. She had the nicest pussy, too.
“You're right, Miss G,” I said, gently pushing her back against the armrest so I could get a better view. I didn't want to ruin her stockings, but rolling them low enough had been a chore.
“So when do I book in your holiday?” She asked pointedly. I stopped partway through stroking the soft pink surface of her cunt.
“Well... I've got the new account merge rollout to get through this week... And Ben asked for some plugin licenses for the video team. And the CSR crew is down a head so they've been forwarding me tickets...” I trailed off and grinned awkwardly. Fuck. She really was right.
Genna's are-you-fucking-kidding-me-right-now glare was sexy as hell. She was a sharp woman, fully capable of the platitudes and cheery professional-sounding bullshit the HR job called for, but she could be real when she wanted to. I found it so hot. “Tomorrow,” She said, in a voice that brooked no protest, even as my finger wormed its way inside her. I rubbed a thumb over the hood of her clit while stroking her from inside, and she continued, stern as could be, “Tomorrow, and Monday as well. Take a long weekend. Square away whatever you can within office hours today, and then for God's sake go and get some damn rest. If I see you here before Tuesday next week I will personally escort you from the premises, Sanderson. Am I understood?”
“Yes Ma'am.” I said, cringing inside. So much shit was going to break this weekend. It took an effort to wrench myself from the thought of the work that'd pile up while I was in forced exile and bring my attention back to the pussy at hand. Damn. I nearly whistled. She was waxed clean. Her puffy lips were pristine, begging for attention. I'd managed to coax out a tiny bit of stickiness while she spoke. Her folds were starting to glisten.
“Good. Tell whoever needs to know right away so they can sort their shit out ahead of time. And also. Fill out that request form so I have something to show the boss when I tell her to hire your intern.”
“Yes Ma'am,” I repeated, only half paying attention. I was transfixed. I'd bent down before I knew it, and it was right up in my face. I gave it a lick. I simply had to. She tasted like aloe sea-salt shower gel and sex.
“That will be all, Mister Sanderson. Unless there's anything else you had on your mind,” She shifted, pulling away just as I was getting ready to tuck in.
“Uhh... Nope. Thanks, Miss G. Appreciate you looking out for me.” I withdrew awkwardly.
“Don't mention it, Adam,” She was already on her feet, rolling up her stockings and fixing her skirt. No mention of cunnilingus, or the scent of pussy juice in the air. I'd gotten carried away. “I hope you enjoy your break,” She said, as I walked out of her office in a daze.
That just happened, I thought to myself, back at the privacy of my desk in the corner of the office. I just licked the head of HR's moist, shaven cunt. And after, she'd just gotten back up and sent me off without so much as a fuck-you-perv-you're-going-to-spend-the-rest-of-your-miserable-life-in-jail. This really was the truth. I could do anything I wanted to these people. I had to remember how to breathe.
I got up, and made my mind.
“Hey, Miss G. There was just one more thing, actually.” She'd been taking a call. I'd almost lost my nerve waiting for her to put the phone down. “Can I fuck you real quick?”
“Hey Adam. Sure, if that helps. Mind if I take some more calls while you do it? There's this policy thing the Brussels office wants to nitpick...” I didn't even let her finish. In moments I had her bent over her big, sturdy desk, skirt up, stockings down, boring white strictly-business panties to the side, with my cock pressed squarely against her still-wet cunt. I couldn't allow myself hesitation. She made herself comfortable and got on a call just as I entered her and started the first day of the rest of my life.
I barely lasted two minutes. She was still talking heatedly when I left her there, dripping my cum down her thighs. I wanted to whoop with exhilaration. Instead, I went back to my desk, sat down, and tried in vain to resolve some dumb fucking customer support tickets while the blood went back to my head.
Man, that was so long ago.