Adventures in Irma | By : JzrAnm Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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"Uh, uh, uh" Irma panted in rhythm as her little ass was pounded over Vernon Fenwick's new desk. She knew she deserved this, she hated herself for it. She knows all the men at work talked about her and how she got the job in the first place. Even some of the women were starting to catch on she wasn't qualified to be there. "Oh Vern-" she started to say before being cut off.
"Bup bup bup, doll, you know you're supposed to look down and be silent during our little... Fun dear." Vernon repositioned himself.
"But don't you thin-" she started to say before being cut off again.
"Dear you know the agreement, you say nothing and make no noise, hold still let me get off, and I get to close my eyes and imagine whoever I want. Matter of fact, there's a large paper lunch bag, why don't you just go ahead and slip that over your head." Vernon swiftly covered her head with the oversized square paper bag. "Ah, perfect, now I know you like this or you wouldn't keep coming back like clockwork... let me just imagine my perfect gaaal here." He continued talking to himself as he lined his pecker up with her puckered and bruised backdoor and giving a hefty push they slowly found their rhythm again.
It's true, what he said Irma thought to herself, she does keep coming back, thinking why as a sharp crease in the bag dug into her forehead. It was time she didn't have to spend in front of her boss, Burne, on her knees. She'd grown accustomed to him using her mouth whenever he saw fit, but he started getting weirder and weirder with things, ever since her teenage youth started to fade. She knew he grew bored of her and just enjoyed the humiliation. Speaking of humiliation this bag thing's not that new... but why does Vernon only use my asshole? She thought. Pfft, gal indeed, poor man doesn't hide it as well as he thinks he does.
"UUHHHHHH!" Vernon tensed up as he finished in her ass, and slowly pulled out. "Good show my dear." He gave her a soft pat on the ass, and handed her a napkin. He wasn't always a self centered dick. "Now go get cleaned up, and grab me that report reel from yesterday I still have to edit it down another minute." Vernon had already pulled his pants back on and was getting back to work. He was a good worker even if he did enjoy fucking his colleague up the ass here and there on the company dime.
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