I love you deep down inside
I wish you would see
That you’re the only princess for me
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be invisible? Try my job for a week and you will see. It’s my job to collate the reports that go to my boss, and every day I stare at her as I hand her the file, willing her to look at me, to smile, to just acknowledge me, but she doesn’t see me. Not at all. The most she sees of me is my hand as I give her the report, or if I’m lucky, the briefest glance at my face, but no smile, no reaction. Just ‘Thank you’. That’s it.
Why can’t she feel what I feel? Can’t she sense the passion in my hand? I deliberately make skin contact with her soft fingers as I pass her the report. Doesn’t she feel the spark? I know we’re right for each other. I don’t care that she’s ten years older than me. I ache to run my hands over her heavy breasts, or to push her over the table, kissing her deeply, slowly inching her skirt up, nuzzling aside her panties with my hot, rampant cock and plunging into her. I’ll be in complete control, riding her, and squeezing those big tits as I pump. Then when I’m good and ready I’ll turn her over and pump her doggie style. I’ll spill my hot load all over her desk or spray it in her face and she’ll be forced to swallow it up. She’ll be moaning and groaning and begging for more. This is my daily 11am jerk off ritual. I’m doing it to her in the men’s room standing over the john, day after day.
I just have to get her out of my system this way. Every day those tits taunt me, and she must know it. In a low cut white blouse, a pink blouse, a blue blouse, they always look the same, with the lacy bra underneath. She knows I want those tits.
Then towards lunch break there is a daily torture I am forced to watch. This asshole from upstairs, Groves, he comes and talks to her every Goddamn day. And she’s all ears. She’s hanging on every fucking word. The bastard even folds his arms and puts one butt cheek on her desk, real casual and relaxed. I want to rush in there and beat the crap out of him. I want to kill him every time she throws her head back and laughs at some asshole joke he has made. I’m no fool, I can read body chemistry. She’s relaxed with him. One day I swear I’ll fix him in the car park. His day is coming.
I’ll hide in her car and she won’t know I’m there till we arrive at her place. I’ll have her all to myself for days. Yeah, I’ll do it on a Friday night and stay the weekend, fucking her incessantly. Why can’t she see what’s so blatantly obvious? I’m standing right before her eyes for Chrissakes. It makes me so Goddamn angry. It’s not right, it’s not fair.
So here I am. I am watching, and waiting. My day is coming. It’s coming real soon. I know she wants it. She wants me. Soon my love, your head will be bobbing up and down in front of your desk, full of my fat, greedy cock, your eyes pleading for me to fuck you, and I will fuck you so hard. And Groves, he can watch with one butt cheek on your desk, but he ain’t getting a taste. No way. And she will tell him to fuck off coming down there every day with his piece of shit jokes. I’m watching you now Groves, in her office. Don’t you feel my eyes burning the back of your fat neck? Get away from my woman!
Soon, Groves, very soon. You will feel my pain.
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