Office After-Party [nsfw]

[9:24 PM] TOM: His eyes are strained from staring at white pages and screens all day. His watch says it’s a quarter to six, and his mug has been empty since at least three. He rubs his eyes, then gets up from his cubicle and heads to the break room. He starts a fresh pot of coffee, then visits the restroom to empty his bladder.
[9:43 PM] MARILYN: On the return to the break room Tom finds the department boss, back from the party for the upper brass? She's pouring coffee for herself and opening a small bottle of bourbon to pour into it, letting out a tired sigh as she shiftted on her high-heels. She's wearing the classic executive office lady outfit, though her chest strained her white blouse under her black blazer, and her pencil skirt must have been tailored just so to cling as it did to her wide hips and plump backside, tail swinging low.She has on a pair of earrings that look like bundles of holly, otherwise she's not looking festive at all.
[9:47 PM] TOM: Tom pauses for a moment before walking in again. If asked, he’d say he was only caught off-guard by her sudden appearance, but his eyes lingered on her rear for a while. He hopes she didn’t notice, and shimmies up to take the pot once she’s done.
[9:49 PM] TOM: “I wasn’t expecting you to stick around after the party. How did it go?”
[9:55 PM] MARILYN: Marilyn hadn't noticed his presence until he'd sidled up to take coffee for himself. She got so into her own thoughts that it was easy to stare at her from afar without noticing eyes on her. "The snow has closed down transit, livery services are surge pricing, the elevators are out of order, and the stairs are covered in puddles of water..." she takes a sip and adds more bourbon to taste. "The party was becoming all too much to bear. So noisy."
[10:02 PM] TOM: “Wow, I didn’t think it would get that bad outside...” Tom scowls and pours his own cup. “Well, I’ll have the last of the reports in by the hour...” He steals a glance at her chest when she takes a drink. “It’s been plenty quiet over here, at least.”
[10:05 PM] MARILYN: Marilyn glowered down at Tom. She wasn't so oblivious of his gazes that she missed that one pointed at her chest. Lots of party goers upstairs had made similar glances themselves. "Neither did I...Well, see that you do. I hope the quiet has allowed you to focus. Though, now that I'm here, I hope I don't distract you."
[10:11 PM] TOM: Whoops. He coughs into his mug and nearly spills some. “Of-of course not, ma’am, I’ll... I’ll get right to work.” He turned red under her glare. Sure, it’s unprofessional of him to look at her like that, but how can she blame him with curves like that? He starts back toward his desk.
[10:14 PM] MARILYN: There was a hint of a smile suppressed at his reaction, at least he had some modesty, unlike the drunken louts upstairs. Though they would make the same excuses, blaming her for her voluptuous body, a dairy maid working in an office building. By the hour she checked in on him at his desk, a button several buttons down on her blouse, face flushed from bourbon. "Well? Have you finished yet?"
[10:24 PM] TOM: Tom was within minutes of submitting the last of his work, and jumps when she leans over his desk. He briefly considers what that emphasis might mean, but... “Aaalmost done. Just a few more lines of data, and...” and his eyes are drawn like magnets to her impressive cleavage. He turns as red as her before snapping back to his screen. “a-and that’s it for the year, haha!” No way she didn’t notice that look, even with the bourbon. Tom starts typing again, but his hands are starting to shake, and it’s hard to think about anything but the woman standing over him.
[10:30 PM] MARILYN: "Hmmm...? Hey, what's the hold up? Just submit the files already..." Marilyn leaned over  further to do it for him once he'd written out the last of it, grabbing his trembling erratic mouse hand and dragging it over to click send, her heaving breasts so close to his face he'd have to turn his head away not to be drowning in the sight, her silky flesh just brushing past his cheek and his nose on her approaching and then again when she pulled away with the task done, smelling of expensive bourbon and the perfume clinging to her lacy bra under her blouse. One could just make out the stiff bumps of nipples peaked in the chilled office, too expensive to heat the entire building with most the staff out.
[10:40 PM] TOM: “T-thanks.” Even though he moved to keep his face out of her tits, he couldn’t help but watch them sway so close. He was already getting agitated by the intrusion on his personal space, but noticing her nips poking at her blouse got him completely erect. His breath caught when he inhaled her perfume, and his eyes followed her lace down into the valley on her chest... and eventually back up her curves to her face.
[10:45 PM] MARILYN: "All done with work for the year...You lucky dog. You want a drink?" it may have taken a moment to shift focus from her breasts to her mini bottle of bourbon, offered a pull of the alcohol and not a draught of milk from her stiffened teats as a lewd mind may think at first. "I hope the holiday pay was worth it. All the bonuses go upstairs. I wish I could offer you something more." she huffed in annoyance and stumbled to sit on the cubicle support, testing it with her weight, a sturdy-looking woman.
[10:51 PM] TOM: He holds his mug out, still shaking a little. “Well... I wasn’t really here this week for the pay, anyway.” He shifts a little in his chair. His stiffy isn’t obvious, is it? He doesn’t want to check, and give himself away; he tries to keep his eyes locked on her face. Tries. Her curves are just so inviting...
[10:57 PM] MARILYN: "Huh? Why else would you be here?" she asked obliviously, tipping a glut of bourbon into his cup, accidentally spilling a splash of it over his lap and reflexively reaching to wipe it away, "I'm sorry I--" his raging boner pressed in under her palm before she thought to pull away, eyes going wide from their tired, lidded state before. "Oh my...Were you here just to stare at my breasts some more then?" she chuckled to soothe her nerves. Rather than pull her hand away she found herself grasping and squeezing his bulge.
[11:00 PM] TOM: “O-oh, dear, I—I just meant, there was... work to do...” He reaches for her hand, but when he takes it, he can’t bring himself to pull hers away. “Oh...”
[11:03 PM] TOM: His face is frozen in shock, but like this, with her hand on his—well, he can’t help but take as much of her in as possible, from her legs up to her hard eyes, down to the hand kneading him.
[11:09 PM] MARILYN: "Sure, there's work to do...But you're the only one here coming in to do any of it...You're been trying to get favor with me, haven't you? Trying to get my attention? I guess it worked out..." the horned holstein let out a hot breath, feeling about for the full dimensions of his throbbing anatomy over the top of his pants. "I suppose you've been a very good boy, hmm?" she leaned into him, feeling heavier on her feet than before.
[11:15 PM] TOM: Tom moaned between squeezes. It was all true, and normally he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but this was hardly normal, at least for him. “Guilty as charged, ma’am...” He took a deep breath of her perfume and met her eyes.
[11:21 PM] MARILYN: If those pigs and fat cats upstairs could fondle their buxom secretaries while misusing the scanning copier, she could fondle her underling pup, couldn't she? "Well, bottoms up..." she nudged the cup to his lips and then settled down on her knees, undoing his belt and pants to draw them down and pull out his hard cock. "Mmh..." a strand of drool fell from her bottom lip and webbed down his shaft, rubbing it in with her fingers. Holding it straight up she ducked her head down and nursed at the tip, encircling it inside her mouth with her long tongue.
[11:31 PM] TOM: He moaned into his cup when her lips wrapped around him. Even as he slurped down the liquid courage, his legs trembled, and he clutched his desk for support. His cup was empty when he set it aside, and his hips started to twitch when he finally got a full view of her as he’d fantasized for months—on her knees, between his legs. Even realizing that he’d daydreamt of this for so long made his hard-on throb, and another tiny moan escaped his throat.
[11:35 PM] MARILYN: Marilyn rolled up her eyes to watch him,  fingers unwinding around his shaft and stroking down to hold his balls as she engulfed his erection in her maw, steadily bobbing up and down with the odd sucking sound in the silence of the empty office aside from his humming computer. She slurped her way back up with a pop and lapped up the underside  with the flat of her tongue alone. "Hahh...Enjoying your reward...? I hope it will keep you working as diligently as always."
[11:44 PM] TOM: Tom shivered and gasped the whole time she worked his member over. She drew moans from him when she tongued his sensitive underside, and it wasn’t long before his breath became heavy. He started leaking pre by the time she popped off, and exposed his engorged, wet, drooling cock to the cool office air. “‘Enjoying’ is an understatement... I’d do overtime for free for one of these on occasion.” Would he come to regret saying that later? ...Well, whatever.
[11:49 PM] MARILYN: "On occasion..." she kissed his tip and scrubbed her lips up and down the sides of his prick, "I may be inclined to treat you for your hard work..." she unbuttoned some more of her blouse, leaving a few fastened still to hold her breasts up together to display her splendid cleavage, tucking him into the window underneath, he found a warm, velvet crevice between her breasts, squeezing them together around his spit-shined cock. She spat and mouthed on the tip, dragging her breasts up and down around his shaft, jiggling the more she shuffled them.
[11:58 PM] TOM: “Oh, dear...!” He slouched further in his chair, bringing his twitchy hips closer to her middle so he could hump her cleavage. The bourbon must have gotten to his head—one of them, anyway—because his hands crept forward until he palmed her nipples. He even started drooling from his mouth a little as he felt her pillowy tits in both hands and all over his sensitive prick.
[12:03 AM] MARILYN: "Mmm..." she giggled, relishing in his meek and honest responses, lost to the pleasure of her big curvy tits slapping over his lap around his cock, humping himself between them. She let him feel for himself and press them in around himself as he liked for his pleasure, masturbating with her chest. She couldn't help but moo a bit softly as he paid more attention to her broad nipples. "Don't hold back...Mmh...Fuck my big fat cow tits..." she was excited herself now, eyes glued to the cock popping in and out from the top of her cleavage, pooling precum over them, tongue out wagging and panting, brushing the tip each time it escaped.
[12:10 AM] TOM: He squeezed and groped and pressed her mounds around his dick every way he could think to, grinding and rolling and bucking as he did, eventually settling on her stiff nips to draw the most noise out of her. His hands squeezed them with every thrust, and his panting became moaning when his tip met her tongue.
[12:16 AM] MARILYN: "Nnnh- MMoo-h~!" she panted and mooed louder, pried into it with him tugging firmer and firmer still on her poor, sensitive nipples, hot humid breaths washing over his leaking tip. The smell of her wet sex contributed further to the mounting lusts for his department head, her expression conflicted, allowing him to continue playing with her body as he liked, putting off her reprimands for the extended pleasure from her nipples, feeling more like dairy cattle and less like a high-powered executive the longer it went on, eyes not watching his cock anymore but watching him.
[12:23 AM] TOM: Tom clenched his teeth and tried to speak through his moans. “I-I can’t last much longer, ma’a-am!” The rest of him agreed; his hands squeezed tight on Marilyn’s teats, and his hips slapped her breasts harder and harder. If she didn’t stop him soon, he’d... He’d make a mess of them both, no doubt.
[12:28 AM] MARILYN: There was no place for that mess to go...But inside of her hot, wet mouth. She ducked her head down awkwardly, looking so terribly indecent with her open mouth and wagging tongue poised at the place where his cock came pumping out from her sticky cleavage, noisily catching and releasing him from her lips, slurping and sucking, hopefully he'd control himself enough to fully insert into her mouth and feed her his hot load, rather than carelessly humping and spraying  all over her tits and face.
[12:33 AM] TOM: “Oh, dear—!” That was it, her slurping sent him over the edge. His first spurt came from deep between her tits, and landed on her cheek and breast, but he managed to hilt his hips and slip back into her mouth before pumping the rest of his prodigous load onto her tongue.
[12:37 AM] MARILYN: Marilyn whined, feeling him nut in her cleavage, the wad of it shooting out and splashing over her face, hot and tingling on her, gulping down the second shot before she could protest once he'd bucked up past her lips, pressing herself down to keep him from slipping out, hands grabbing his hips as she milked him over her tongue. She even showed off her mouth full of it, pooled over her tongue before she gulped it down.
[12:41 AM] TOM: He moaned softly, still coming down while she showed off his extra hard work. He didn’t notice the cum on her cheek until she swallowed, and as he started going soft between her breasts he reached for a napkin, left on his desk from lunch, to dab at the sticky smear.
[12:43 AM] MARILYN: Marilyn licked him clean, nuzzled him dry, and gathered stray wads to lick off of her fingers, eschewing the tissues on offer. "Are you...Happy with your Christmas Bonus?"
[12:47 AM] TOM: “‘Happy’ is an understatement,” Tom said, leaning in to kiss at her cheeks and the tops of her breasts, “but I’ve got a feeling you still have more work for me, ma’am.”