Dave decided it was time to take care of his sexual longing. He wrote, It's normal for bosses to fuck their underlings. I have a bed in my office. Janet is desperately horny.
When he looked up from the paper, Janet was up on her tiptoes, grabbing the Murphy bed that folded down from the wall. Dave grinned. "Is this a signal?" he asked.
"You know how I get by this time of day!" exclaimed Janet. She sat down on the bed, her legs spread. "Come on over."
Dave practically ripped off his clothes as he walked around his desk, his throbbing, erect dick leading the way. He wanted to go straight for her engorged pussy lips, but she instead grabbed him and led him to the cleavage between her massive mounds. He thrust as she pushed her tits together.
With near-superhuman effort, he managed not to come, and she rewarded him by guiding him down to her twat. Because of her small stature, it was the tightest Dave had ever encountered; it made him feel huge, although he managed to fit. It wasn't too long before the amazing sensations made him approach climax. He tried to pull out, but he'd apparently gotten slightly bigger inside her, or maybe she'd clamped down somehow -- he found he couldn't move, and he shot his load directly inside her. He worried about pregnancy or disease for a second or two, and then remembered that he could take care of anything with the pen.
They'd both relaxed a bit, and he was able to withdraw. "That was amazing, as always," said Janet, for her part, not seeming worried at all. Dave gave her a relatively chaste kiss on the lips before he got up.
As he pulled his clothes back on, and Janet got the bed back in the upright position, Dave asked her, "If you had a choice, would you rather be taller, or be able to wear clothes?"