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He’d have to remind his secretary to schedule a lavish dinner on a remote island under the stars with Nanami. Everything fresh and imported, minus some thousand year old grape juice that he wouldn’t so much as look at. Sprinkle in some extra sick call days to his employee profile. Maybe not hassle him with mandatory midday trips to wherever it was he felt like, so he could actually get some work done, not work overtime. Right now, he’d give that man the world and half the moon, for his strategic placement of the design departments allotted cubicle space parallel to his office. Gen Z trust fund babes thought it would go unnoticed that simply clocking in, drawing a few pretty pictures while offsetting all the administrative responsibilities to a single person would suffice and solidify their role in his company. Audit based downsizing moved the design department from floor twelve to the three cubicle wide space of the executive floor. Then again, all their work could be done by a single person. He had a fantastic view of her workspace, blinders removed, she hated feeling cramped.
The natural curve of her body hand sculpted by Haphaestus. From her neck, down her spine, to the voluptuous shape of her ass, her profile was almost as good as her front. He may throw in an extra day off for putting her desk on the side where her scar showed. Every water break had his cock jumping between his legs, watching the way her ass moved in that knee length pencil skirt, though modest it did nothing to stave off the eyes of every male and female white collar on the floor. Or maybe it was her prolonged absence that set aflame every hormone on the top floor. She was back from her 4 month maternity leave. Confetti and overfilled trash bins of confectionaries still evident even as sunset approached.
‘Thought I called Mahito to clean this shit up hours ago…guess we’re downsizing again.’
Oh how he missed her. The international secretary Monique was no fun, never allowing him ‘mandatory kikufuku breaks’ and was like a warden when it came to his daily talks with Nanami, always timing him, riding crop handy in case he got out of line.
The way she strutted around the testosterone dominated floor like she had the biggest dick in here. The way she called people out when she noticed too much slack and not enough clack of the keyboard. The way that fat ass bent over the printer just outside his office doors when he ‘accidentally’ jammed it…at least three times a day. The way she stubbornly looked at him with such cock stirring malice that made him want to burn the company fraternization policies. Her husband was a lucky guy, sticking his dick in that every night, cumming all over that pretty face of hers, putting his babies in her. What’s this? Her third kid since working here?
“Can’t say I blame the guy, I’d have the same thing in mind. She’d be on maternity leave damn near every year if it was me.” He couldn’t ignore the way his dick replied to his words, trying its damndest to break free of the tight confines of his trousers. Already rubbing one out after they all retreated back to work from her welcome back party, and another time exactly where he was as he watched her lean over her constituents desk, sharing what could be pictures of her newborn. Her heavy breasts trying as hard as his cock to break free of their cloth based confines. Succumbing to his carnal desires he was about to rub one out to the thought of her pumping her breasts under that baby blanket he gifted her 4 months in, but he had a better idea.
“I haven’t personally welcomed her back yet,” he placed his finger on the table top intercom, waiting for Monique to pick up. After 5 rings it did.
“What?” She practically yelled, loud enough for those within a 10 foot radius to hear. Already used to their special work dynamic, he barely battered an eye at her terse tone.
“Momo~~, please send Miss Iori in please! I need to have a word with her.” He cooed, praying ever skeptical ‘Momo’ didn’t ask why.
“Gojo, please be respectful and refer to her as Mrs–,”he cut her off before she could finish.
“Yeah yeah sure Mrs. Send her in, and you get to go home early.”
Monique didn’t play about her time off. Especially so close to the end of the day. Instead of responding, she picked up her phone and dialed the four number extension to Utahime’s desk, to sweeten the deal she even said that it was her who needed to speak to Utahime, not Gojo, knowing she’d just hang up at the mention of her boss’s name. Excusing herself from a conversation with her coworkers, she strutted over to the executives office, greeting Monique the second time since returning to duty.
“Good evening Mo’, you needed to speak with me?” She asked but Monique was already packing her mandatories in her beige Teflar bag before offering a salute to Utahime, running before the elevator door closed in front of her.
Utahime realized quick enough. “Damn it…I fell for it again! What the hell could this bastard want? He couldn’t wait for my second day back?” There was no use in turning back to her space knowing it was either get harassed in the privacy of his office, or in front of the entire top floor staff, where she’d undoubtedly let hormones fuel her rage.
Forgoing courtesy, she stormed into his office, letting the automatic close function of his door take care of the rest.
“Okay prick, what do you want? Should I dial up HR and let them know I’ve been summoned to your office. That’d send a red flag to security for sure. I can get Megumi and Todo here in less than five minutes.” She went off on her customary spiel on how his own company loved her more than him, before realizing he wasn’t even at his blackwood desk. Looking around he was nowhere to be seen.
“Hmm, maybe he went to pick up dinner.” Walking over to his desk she thought to leave a self deprecating note, but instead picked up a medium framed photograph that made her heart melt at the sight. She bent over the front of his desk, fishing in his drawer for a sticky note and a sharpie. About to stand up she was forced back down, by large familiar hands at her shoulders. Whereas most would gasp or curse at the forceful movement, she let out a loud moan born from habit. Rough hands massaged the shoulder they just recently manhandled, pushing down the blouse covering her, exposing it and leaving hot open mouthed kisses over her blushing skin.
She squirmed against him, but it only worked him up more, using one hand to lift up her skirt stretching thin over her, so he could grind directly into her clothed pussy. “Fuuuc-ck Hime I thought I could give you a congratulations, maybe a little foreplay, but I need you now,” he whispered into her ear, biting down on the diamond earrings her husband bought her.
“You fucking animal! Let go, I don’t want this. I p-put this…I p-put us all behind me,” she tried to fight back, but his rough thrusts against her backside were proving difficult to not crave.
“Hahaha no way no way Hime, like I’d ever give up a pussy like yours,” standing to his full height behind her, he pulled the arm sleeves of her blouse down enough to tie a knot behind her back preventing her from using them to swat at him. He needed her fully submissive on day one. The next few days he’d let her fight him.
Bringing her skirt up over her ass, he twitched hard at the sight of her large twin globes of flesh swallowing the lace thong she wore. “Holy shit baby, I never get sick of this sight, the way it moves, bet your husband has no idea what to do with all this ass back here,” he played with it, smacking it around lightly before cracking down hard, watching it recoil from impact, his hand leaving an angry red imprint.
“Sh-shut up bastard, don’t you ever bad mouth my haaaaaaah fuck stop,” she failed to get the last word out when she felt his long ribbed fingers twist and coil inside her, undoubtedly loosening up before the main event.
He finger fucked her over his deck like many many times before, already over her stupid monologue of how much she loved her husband. Good for her.
“Like that’ll stop me Hime, let’s call him shall we, let him hear how his loyal wife is currently backing up on her boss’s fingers begging for more hm? Maybe he’ll put it on speaker, let your kids here how their mom’s a whore yes?” He fucked his fingers in deeper, her legs kicking up off the ground as she gasped out lewd strings of yes’s and no’s, unaware of what she was responding to. The sweet promise of release pooling just under her recently vacated womb. Just as she was a bout to spray his desk in her cum, he pulled out. The sound of smacking lips signifying that he was savoring her sweet essence off his fingers. Being pregnant she missed being roughly handled, fucked like she was the last drop of water on Earth. Her husband was always so gentle throughout her pregnancy, she just needed quick relief to a year long abstinence. When she heard the tale tell sounds of a belt buckle loosening followed by a zipper, her back instinctively arched, her womb instinctively opened, her body instinctively gave in.
“That’s a good girl Hime, give in to me like you always have, like you always will. Til death do us part,” pulling her thong over her right cheek, he surged forward not giving her time to adjust, he set a rapid pace, high on the feel of her, drunk on the sounds, his fingers could never properly prepare her for him.
She met his every thrust, her hormones making her mad with lust she hadn’t felt in months.
“Fuck baby…you sure you pushed out three kids, shits tight as fuck. ‘M not gonna be able to pull outta you,” he groaned, smacking her ass twice as hard as he did earlier loving the way she took it and begged for more.
“Oh shit, Gojo, yes, more more, please ah harder,” she let go, her husband would never know. Never.
“You have reached the voicemail box of ???. Please leave a message after the beep. Beep.”
‘Oh god no.’ She panicked.
“This is the best pussy I’ve had in my life Hime, holy fuck,” he grunted between loud thrusts, hiking her knee up onto his desk, driving himself in deeper, harder. “You’re just as wet as when you were 4 months in on your second kid. Spread out on my desk, taking my cock, leaking all over the monthly spending reports, I bet you fuck me more than that husband of yours hm.”
He gripped her tight ponytail in his left hand, pulling her back rough as he continued to smack her ass between every thrust with his right, the sounds of her pussy sloshing over his cock drowning out the sound of her protests as he powerfucked her over the edge, squirting all over the african blackwood and down her thighs. “Fuck, no, no Gojo, ahhhn please more, no more, I can’t–.” She pleaded in fear of his intentions, tears streaming out of her eyes from lust and terror.
“Oh you can…and you will. You’re gonna take my cum hm? Just like every other time you're in here. You’re gonna take it in your womb, your throat, your ass, your thighs, your tits, you’re gonna hide it from the staff, from your kids, from the world, but you’re gonna show your husband the mess, the mess I made in you mmkay? Fuuuc-k, one of your kids could be mine from how much I’m in this pussy, you’d like that, another mini me in you, yes? I think I’ll do just that.” Dropping her hair unceremoniously, he grabbed two fistfuls of ass, gripping her tight, holding her still as he fucked into her.
He lurched forward one last time, standing on his toes as he dumped his load into her. Five violent spurts assaulting her womb, filling it painfully. He trailed his left hand over her stomach, feeling her womb balloon out from his sperm. Exhaustion took over and he collapsed on top of her, pushing his cum in deeper.
They both stood there catching their breaths, Utahime trying harder from the excess weight, twitching at the way his spend trickled down her thighs and into her LV pumps. This feeling way to familiar, like she was in limbo. And then it clicked.
“Bastard…I said no more. I’m not pushing out another one of your big headed babies, as cute as they are.” She tried pushing her hips back to hint that she wanted up, but he pushed forward, nudging the entrance to her womb. He wanted to stay like this a little longer. What with him being here all alone, her at home with their kids, and their newborn Sora never allowing him to get a little daddy time, he just wanted to bask in the afterglow of sex with his wife.
“Five more minutes baby, I missed you,” he peppered kisses along her shoulders, from right to left. “Pleeeease.”
She couldn’t say no to her first and biggest baby. “4 minutes.”
He nuzzled into her neck in joy.
“Would you like to play back your message?”
“I’m definitely jacking off to that later.”