Scene in a Bathroom Stall (Futa/m reluc cfnm)

Story by conroy39

As promised, here is the sequel to "Scene Under a Desk". This story is also posted on Literotica.

"Come on," hissed Kathy Byers huskily, gripping Jason by the elbow. She glanced furtively up and down the office hallway, then pushed open the door to the ladies' restroom with her shoulder. The clasp of her purse clanked noisily against the push plate. "In here."

Reluctantly, the intern let himself be hustled inside. The restroom, appointed in a blandly antiseptic corporate style, smelled of bleach and vaguely floral air freshener. Crumpled paper towels littered the ground around an overflowing wastebasket. In Jason's stomach, the remains of his unwelcome breakfast churned apprehensively. "Ms. Byers, I --" he started nervously, though he didn't know what to say. She hadn't done anything like this before.

"Come on, move it," she breathed, cutting him off with another tug on his elbow. The empty room glared with reflected fluorescence. Kathy escorted him impatiently towards the large handicapped stall at the end of the row, nearly shoving him inside, and pulled the door shut after them with a heavy thud.

Jason could see her erect nipples already poking through the blouse of her business suit, and he knew what that meant. Before taking the internship at Bannerman McFey he had heard vague rumors. One classmate, who thought he was funny, referred to it as a "sausage convent". Jason had laughed. Nobody really believed apocryphal stories about the women at such companies. And then he had been assigned to Kathy Byers for the summer. Tall, black-haired, fortyish, glasses, a typical corporate no-nonsense attitude, yes, but...

"Gotta hurry," growled his boss over her shoulder. Fingers fumbling with impatience, she unbuttoned the bottom three buttons of her grey linen skirt and tugged it up around her waist.

The familiar dread began to rise in his throat, now mixed with alarm. This wasn't what he was used to. Jason leaned uncertainly against the wall beside the toilet and watched her undress. "I just, um took care of you this morning," he objected weakly. Kathy Byers had never been subtle. His first day at the company, Jason had reported to her office in the executive suite, wearing his "interview suit", and ready with an introduction about what an honor it was to intern for the summer at...

His new boss had made it clear right away what his real summer job was. Refusal was not an option, unless he wanted a crisp letter back to the honors dean about insubordination and unprofessionalism. A couple minutes later Jason was on his knees under her desk, clumsily trying to satisfy what she liked to call her "office needs".

"Fuck, I'm horny," muttered Kathy, bumping her elbows against the walls of the bathroom stall as she stood on one leg and yanked off her underwear. Her thick cock tumbled loose, slapping heavily against her thigh. It was long, with a pale pink walnut-sized head, and somehow eerily feminine as it sprang insistently from the soft flesh of her mound. Jason had become intimately familiar with it over the past two months, though Kathy had made it clear that the moist, steaming-hot pussy nestled below it was off limits to him.

His belly gurgled again. Kathy's thick load of girlcum from this morning was still weighing down the bottom of his stomach. Dickgirls made a lot, his boss had smirked, the fourth or fifth time Jason banged his head on the bottom of the desk drawer while coughing and choking from Kathy's copious spend. So he had a big job to do. But she had made it clear: Keep her satisfied every day, and he had nothing to worry about...

Jason, glancing down, poked at his stomach. Though he had worked out regularly during the school year, the beginnings of a soft paunch were now unmistakable. I'm getting a cum gut doing this, he thought. Fuck!

Kathy, typically cool and unshakeable, had been especially insistent today. Jason usually just slipped discreetly under her desk every morning and sucked her off, listening to her type and talk on the telephone, until his boss gave up her gooey ropes of spunk into his belly with little more than a sigh of relief. This morning, however, she had thrust her hips up and down as he blew her, digging her nails painfully into his scalp and hissing through her teeth. When at last Kathy's swollen, flaring cockhead exploded, flooding his mouth instantly with an enormous load, she had given one whimpering cry and collapsed forward onto her desk, shuddering and gasping until Jason had drained her of cum. Hadn't that satisfied her? Why had she dragged him in here?

"Get your pants off! Move it!" snapped Kathy, glaring over at him. Her black leather purse hung on a hook, and a muffled rattle came from its contents as she rummaged around in it. She took hold of her girlcock with her other hand,

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