I'd Let Him Fuck Me In The Arse

Author note: This is my entry for the On The Job Challenge 2025.

"It is way too nice outside to be stuck in the office today," I complained when I got to work, hanging my bag on the back of my desk chair.

Lorraine liked an early start so was already firmly ensconced at the adjacent desk. "It's moving day, remember?" she reminded me, not looking away from her screen.

"Oh, crap, of course."

Lorraine gave me a sidelong glance. "Forgetful Keira strikes again."

"I'm not forgetful," I replied automatically, although most of the evidence said otherwise. I did have a good memory, just not for dates and events.

I'd left the computer on standby the night before, so when I jiggled the mouse it woke up and, when I'd put in the password, it lit up with everything I'd left open.

"Oh hell, I'd forgotten about this Ronald Cook stuff," I groaned, putting my head in my hands. "And today's the deadline."

Lorraine looked over my shoulder, curious. "What's the issue, again?"

"More like: what isn't the issue? Emergency tax code, he's owed back pay and pay in lieu of holiday, he wants to pause payments into the share scheme while his pension arrangements get sorted... Argh. I can't make it reconcile."

"Payroll: it's supposed to be easy," Lorraine said, laughing to herself. "Listen, these kind of things are what Charlie lives for. Send it over to him and he'll crack it in ten minutes, I bet."

"You think? I don't want to bother him with it; makes it look like I can't do my job," I said uncertainly.

"He'd probably be more annoyed if you didn't send it to him, honestly."

I thought about this. Lorraine was right, as usual. Charlie was the new manager of our little team and he did like a challenge.

"I'll send it to him after I get coffee," I announced, pushing my chair back and getting up. "Want anything?"

Lorraine already had her bright pink polkadot mug on her desk, and she peered into it. "Might as well. Coffee, if you please."

Before I set off for the kitchen, I re-tied my ponytail since it had come loose driving here in the car. It was too warm to have my hair down, and I thought it looked cute with my short-sleeved blouse and knee-length skirt. I used the camera on my phone to briefly examine my dark chestnut hair and make sure I hadn't missed a bit.

"Stop preening and get my drink, girl," Lorraine demanded.

"Don't be so impatient," I gently scolded her. "Good things come to those who wait."

Before I could go anywhere, the door to the office opened and our boss walked in. He'd only been the manager for about four months, but we already all liked him. Well, not quite. Lorraine, Amanda and I liked him. Tina, the fourth member of the team, didn't like him, but she didn't like anything. He was tall, slim and an intellectual type, but he was really approachable and friendly. He was the complete opposite of the previous manager, who we'd called Shit-Face Barbara. The nickname was because her two main facial expressions were, according to Lorraine, 'either the face you make when you're taking a shit, or the face you make when you step in shit', which was surprisingly apt. She'd always been a miserable old bitch, so naturally she and Tina had got on well.

"Good morning ladies," Charlie announced, running a hand through his pushed-back blonde hair. "Coffee's here."

Lorraine instantly pricked up her ears. "Coffee? To give us energy for this move?"

"Fresh from J's Cafe," Charlie confirmed, putting the cardboard carrier down on his desk. "Let me see if I got the order right. Lorraine: black Americano, extra bitterness, extra black."

"Did you remember to ask for extra caffeine?" Lorraine asked, keeping a straight face.

Charlie nodded. "Yes, I quite definitely asked Jack behind the counter to just make yours with pure caffeine."

"How did he take that?" Lorraine laughed.

"Face like granite, as usual. Keira, cappuccino, no chocolate, oat milk."

"Perfect," I said, smiling.

Lorraine nudged me. "Teacher's pet," she muttered.

"I asked Jack to milk the oats extra gently," he said, smirking at me.

"Now I know you didn't do that, because he'd ban you from the cafe for that," Lorraine said smartly.

"You're right. It's strange: Jack is always perfectly polite, but yet if someone told me he'd done a ten year stretch for armed robbery, I wouldn't be surprised."

"That's why he's so attractive. Mysterious and dangerous. Women love that in a man," Lorraine said.

"Must be why I'm single, then. Straightforward and harmless. Anyway, I got Amanda green tea, I know that's what she always has," Charlie said, bringing over the cardboard cups for Lorraine and I.

"Three out of four. Just Tina to go," I said, thanking him for the coffee.

"Now, she's the tricky one. I got a white Americano, but I am pretty sure that's wrong."

"Don't bother asking forgetful Keira," Lorraine said, prising the lid off her drink and blowing on it.

"I'm not forgetful!"

"So is it white Americano, or...?"

Lorraine looked up at him. "It's a trick question. Whatever you get for Tina she'll have a problem with."

"Ah, yes. Well, if she doesn't like it, I'll drink it."

He put the other two drinks on Amanda's and Tina's desks and then strolled off to the kitchen. I dashed after him.

"Charlie, um, today's the deadline for the Ronald Cook stuff," I said, watching him put his lunch in the fridge.

"Oh, that's right. Did you manage to sort it out? Or are you waiting for something from me?" he asked. He was wearing a white shirt, no tie, with the sleeves rolled up, and up close I could see a dark patch of skin on the inside of his forearm. It felt like a weirdly intimate thing to notice.

"Um, I didn't sort it out. Any chance I can send it over to you to have a look? I can't make it reconcile and maybe you'll spot something I haven't."

He looked at me and nodded. "Of course. I'll make a bit of time this morning before the big move gets into full swing."

"Thank you; I really appreciate it." I felt relieved.

"Don't worry about it. Worst case, Ron will blow his top and I'll say it was Tina dealing with it."

I laughed, covering my mouth.

"Oops, forget I said that," he said, laughing nervously. "I treat all of my team equally."

"Thanks, Charlie." I headed back to my desk, almost bumping into Amanda when she came through the door.

"Morning, Keira," she said cheerfully. "It's bloody warm out there. I'm sweating like a pig."

"Nothing new there for you, Mandy," Lorraine called out, and Amanda rolled her eyes at me.

"Charlie brought hot drinks," I said, gesturing towards the cup on Amanda's desk.

"Ooh, lovely. He's a sweetheart, isn't he?" she said happily, pulling out her chair.

"Who is?" Charlie asked as he came back into the room.

"You are, Charlie," Lorraine said briskly as I sat back down, opening up my email and gathering the information for Ronald Cook's pay so I could send it to Charlie.

"That's very kind of you, Lorraine," he said, sounding genuinely pleased.

"Can I have a pay rise now, please?"

He laughed. "Free coffee not enough, Lorraine?"

The door opened again and Tina came in, carrying her coat under her arm.

"Hello, Tina," I said and she waved briefly at me, making a beeline for her desk.

"What's this?" she asked, eyeing the coffee cup on her desk.

"I got coffee from J's cafe. It's a white Americano; sorry if that's not right," Charlie said to her.

She looked down at it, unimpressed. "It's too hot for coffee today," she said, hanging her coat on her chair.

Charlie caught my eye and I tried not to laugh.

Tina eventually shed her coat when Charlie suggested we have the morning meeting outside on one of the lunch tables instead of sitting indoors.

"Once we've done whatever work we've got on this morning, we need to pack up everything we want to take to the new office," Charlie said, reading off a sticky note. "Anything left here will get thrown out."

"The main thing is probably moving all those folders in the archive," Amanda said. She'd worked here the longest of anyone and was de facto in charge of what needed to move. "There's masses of them and they're heavy."

"Do we need to keep them all?" Charlie asked.

"We need seven years' worth. Beyond that, old Shit-Face used to get us to keep them in the past, but I haven't checked for years."

"I'll call someone in head office and see what they say," Charlie told her, making a note. "Someone from IT is coming to take the computers; the furniture all stays here, but please check you haven't left anything in the kitchen."

"How are we handling the transfer?" Lorraine asked. "Are we all going at once, or are we staggering it?"

"I'll stay behind and you can all go ahead. When you're all set up and we know there's no major issues, I'll do a final tidy up and come over then," Charlie said. "Well, maybe two of us should stay. Any volunteers?"

There was no initial enthusiasm. "I'll stay," I said, shrugging. It hardly made any difference.

"Thanks, Keira," Charlie said, and Lorraine stood on my foot. I ignored her.

"I think that summarises it. Anyone have anything for me?" he asked.

"I emailed you the Ronald Cook files," I told him.

He nodded. "Perfect, thanks. I'll prioritise that after the meeting."

"Can we just stay outside in the sunshine all day?" Amanda asked, grinning.

"Amanda, you know if we could I'd already be on a sun lounger," Charlie said, looking up at the warm sun. "Pina coladas and swimming shorts all the way."

"Pina coladas taste better on the beach," Lorraine said.

"Well, after the office move you'll be what, a mile closer to the beach?" Charlie replied.

"Perfect. No longer a hundred miles: now just ninety-nine."

"Don't say I never do anything for you. Okay, is that everything? Otherwise we can get back to work," Charlie said, looking around. Nobody said anything, so he was the first to get up. Just before he went inside, he pointed at me.

"Ronald Cook: do you think he's related to Captain Cook?"

I smiled. "No idea. Maybe?"

"Because I'd love to send him to the other side of the world on a boat."

Lorraine walked past. "How long did it take you to come up with that?" she teased.

"How long have I been here today? An hour? That long," Charlie said. "What can I say: I'm a quick wit."

It really had been warm outside, and whilst it was still just about cool enough in the morning to be bearable, it had just begun to reach the stage of being too hot. I was thirsty when I went back inside, enjoying the cooler air, and I wasn't surprised when Lorraine was also on her way to the kitchen.

"Tea, Keira?" she asked, filling the kettle.

"I'm gasping, actually. The sun was on my back the whole meeting and this blouse is only thin, so I reckon I'm going to have a tan line from my bra strap," I told her, looking at my arms to see if they'd instantly turned to a lovely golden colour. Strangely enough they were the same pink colour they'd been when I went out.

Lorraine threw teabags into mugs. "You're really being a suck-up, today," she said, giving me a look. "If Charlie asked you to jump off a bridge, you'd be diving into the canal in a heartbeat."

"I'm just being nice," I replied, rising above her petty comments. "Anyway, imagine if Shit-Face had been coordinating this move. She'd have been screaming at us by now."

"True. God, I'm glad she's gone. Nobody ever deserved a promotion more than her," Lorraine said, leaning against a counter. "But don't change the subject. You know what I reckon?"

I looked suspiciously at her. "What?"

She dropped her voice. "I think you fancy the boss."

If I could have rolled my eyes harder, I would have. "So now if I do someone a favour, I fancy them?"

"I'm just saying: you're not denying it."

"Here I am denying it. I don't fancy him." I glanced at the door, suddenly paranoid, but there was nobody there.

"Ah, see, you wouldn't need to deny it if it wasn't true," Lorraine said, turning away when the kettle finished boiling.

"I didn't realise we were ten years old having a playground argument," I replied.

"Keira, we've been having a playground argument since your first day here. That's my level. It's all I'm capable of," Lorraine said, laughing. "You want oat milk, right?"

"I think there's still some in the fridge."

She retrieved it and poured a splash into my mug. "Anyway, being serious for a second: Charlie is quite fit. I'm surprised he's single."

I gasped. "Lorraine! You're fifty, you can't make comments like that."

"It's precisely because I'm fifty that I can make comments like that," she retorted. "In any case, I'm right, aren't I?"

"Well, I suppose. He definitely doesn't seem like the type to be single."

"Amanda and I fancy the pants off him and despite what you say, I'm sure you do too. So that's three potential girlfriends right there."

"Amanda's married," I reminded her.

"Good point. Two girlfriend options, then." She handed me my cup of tea.

"I mean, if he asked you... would you go on a date with him?" I asked, intrigued.

"Absolutely not. I'm almost twice his age, Keira. What a suggestion." She tutted.

"You were the one who-"

She laughed wickedly. "I'd let him fuck me, though."

"Lorraine!"

"Oh what, like you wouldn't?"

I giggled. "I suppose I would. He is really hot. If he can sort out Ronald then I'd let him fuck me in the arse."

Lorraine was just beginning to look suitably scandalised when the door opened and we both spun around, startled.

"Keira, I was just looking at this Ronald Cook thing and wondered if you had a second?" Charlie asked.

"Yes! Of course," I squeaked, horribly aware of what he might have just overheard. His expression was totally professional and if he had heard something, he showed absolutely no sign of it. But still, I was cursing myself (and Lorraine) as I trailed after him to his desk.

It turned out that Lorraine was right. When Charlie got stuck into the enigma that was Ronald Cook, he did manage to sort it out. We even got an email back from the man himself thanking us for sorting it out.

"Always good when one works out," Charlie said, leaning back in his chair and stretching before pushing his hand through his hair. "Right, time to move some heavy archive boxes. You coming?"

"I'll leave that to you and Amanda," I said, getting a groan from him. I left, taking my empty mug with me back to my desk, and almost walked straight into Lorraine's expectant gaze.

"I don't want to hear it," I hissed, knowing exactly what was coming.

"You know you have to let him do it, now," Lorraine replied, smirking.

"Shut up about it."

"Oh, I am the very model of discretion," she said. "Bum's the word with me. Sorry, I mean mum."

I could feel my cheeks beginning to burn. "Lorraine..."

"I'll stop. I need to finish my tea before it goes completely cold, anyway. Bottoms up."

I rested my head on the desk. The only glimmer of hope against Lorraine's gleeful teasing was the fact that soon she would be leaving for the new office.

In the end, Amanda was so efficient at knowing what needed to be packed to go and what didn't that it took half as long as expected. The IT bloke turned up with a van and said he was in a rush, so everyone had to close down their work and let him work his magic with the wires and screens. Amanda, Tina and Lorraine departed shortly after him for the new place, leaving just Charlie and I and a sea of unwanted paperwork.

"How far back does this stuff go?" he asked, peering into the top of a dusty box. "This is financial year 1986."

I looked in another box. "1993."

"You know head office said we need to shred all of this?" Charlie said, and my heart sank.

"We'll be here a thousand years trying to shred it all," I said. "These boxes are all nearly full."

"Okay, new plan," he said, closing the box up. "We put all these in my car. I'll take them home and burn them in the garden at the weekend. Nobody will know unless you tell them."

He fixed me with an intense look so I mimed zipping my mouth closed.

"Perfect. Now you're implicated," he said, grinning. "Give me a hand loading them up."

It really was not the day to be hauling heavy boxes around outside in the hot sun. Luckily, Charlie realised this and instead of making me sweat through my blouse, I moved the boxes from the office to the front door and he went outside with them. We made an efficient team and the room looked a lot tidier when we were finally done.

"Right," he said, putting his hands on his hips after wiping his face with an old tea-towel from the kitchen. "I think that's everything in here."

"What about a final cup of tea while we sort out the kitchen?" I suggested.

"Best idea I've heard all day," Charlie said, smiling at me and making me blush slightly. "I'll make the tea, you sort out everything else."

"That doesn't sound fair," I said, knowing he was teasing me as we walked through to the kitchen, site of my earlier shame.

"Actually it's called effective delegation of responsibility. You learn it at manager training camp."

I could sense a punchline coming so I ignored him and began filling the kettle.

"Don't you want to ask about manager training camp?" he asked.

"Not in the least."

"Well that's me told."

Once I'd made the tea, we put our mugs on the counter and surveyed the rest of the kitchen.

"I really don't fancy clearing out the fridge," I said, eyeing it and the suspicious orange stain that had been spreading along the bottom for the past week.

"If I do the fridge, you do all the cupboards?" Charlie suggested.

"Hmm. That sounds fair."

He held out his hand and we shook on it.

"Just throw everything straight into the bin unless you really think we should keep it," he told me, opening the fridge wide.

"Got it." I definitely had the easy job: the cupboards were mainly empty now, apart from the occasional loose lid for a long-forgotten takeaway tub or a chipped mug nobody was willing to claim. Charlie was making noises of disgust as he approached the bowels of the fridge, making me smile.

"I'm learning things about you ladies I really didn't want to know," he said, extracting an unmarked plastic bag with something wet in it. "What on earth is this?"

"I think it's from Amanda's zero-waste phase. Might be fish stock?" I wondered aloud. "She was forever reusing plastic bags like that."

"Well, it's waste now," he said, dropping it into the bin. "Aha, there's the source of the orange stain. Looks like soup... maybe carrot?"

Leaving him to it, I carried on with the cupboards. The main food cupboard needed work, clearing out ten nearly-finished cereal boxes and a giant sack of porridge oats that expired four years ago. Behind that I found a jar of something and had to go on tiptoes to drag it out.

"Oh, here it is!" I said when I realised what it was.

"What's that?" Charlie asked, his arm reaching deep into the fridge.

"Organic virgin coconut oil. I bought this because it's supposed to be healthier than other types of oil, but then it disappeared literally the day I brought it in. I thought Tina had stolen it, but it must have got knocked behind the sack of oats by accident."

"Looks delicious," Charlie said, eyeing the jar. "Doesn't it make everything taste of coconut?"

"Well, I don't know, do I? I never opened it."

"Put it on your desk and you can take it to the new kitchen if it's unopened," he suggested.

When I got back from that, he'd cleared out the entire fridge and was vigorously washing his hands.

"I think that's all the cupboards," I said, double-checking one or two of them.

"What about the dishwasher?" he asked.

"Amanda sorted it out earlier."

"Are we taking the kettle?"

We both looked at it.

"What if I say it broke in transit and the company pays for a shiny new one?" Charlie suggested.

"No! The kettle's been here longer than I have. He's an essential part of the team."

"He? It's a he?" Charlie looked at me.

"Well it's not a she, is it? That would be sexist."

"Right... But, he's all crusty with limescale."

"That's the sign of all his years of hard work. Think of all the thousands of cups of tea and coffee he's made over the years."

Charlie laughed gently. "Keira, it's a kettle. They cost about a tenner."

I pouted at him. "I knew you wouldn't understand."

He capitulated. "Alright, we'll take the kettle. Honestly, you think you know a place and then you discover the kettle is a he."

"Thank you," I said happily, unplugging the kettle and emptying the last of the water out of it. "Your understanding is appreciated."

With everything done we paused to finish our cups of tea. Charlie was unusually quiet for some reason, his general attitude being one of talking all the time unless he was concentrating on something. It was just beginning to cross over into awkward and I was scrambling around for something to say when I noticed the dark patch on his arm again.

"What's that on your arm?" I asked, hoping it wasn't insensitive.

"Hm?" He looked down and saw where I was pointing. "Oh, that. It's a bit of a story, actually."

"Let me guess... scar from a childhood battle with a tiger?"

He grinned. "Luckily I fought the beast off and saved the village, or I wouldn't be here today."

"Oh, no, I know it. A massive lovebite."

This time he laughed, nearly spilling his drink. "On my arm?"

"I think you can get lovebites anywhere."

"How big do you think her mouth is?" he asked, examining the blemish more closely. "She'd need to be an eel or something."

"An eel?" It was my turn to laugh.

"Yeah, don't eels suck blood?"

"I don't think so."

"Oh. What do they eat, then?"

"Fish, maybe? Seaweed?"

"I'm learning so much today," he said, shaking his head.

I sipped my drink. "So what is the story?"

"The guy I live with, he absolutely loves chips. He's a chip connoisseur. He eats them two meals a day and has a spreadsheet where he rates different fast food places by the quality of their chips. I really wish I was making this up," he said, catching sight of my disbelieving expression. "The entire house stinks of chips."

"Right."

"He makes us go to the chippy right on the other side of town because their chips are the best. I don't see how they can be, since they're cold by the time we get them home."

"Oh, you mean Fish Fry-Day just behind the new estate?"

"No, but he's tried and evaluated that one. I think it was a six point three. No, we have to go to Codzilla, you know, way out towards the retail park."

"Oh God, that's miles away," I said, realising where he meant.

"Apparently it's worth it for a rating of eight point eight or whatever. Anyway, last weekend I thought, screw it, I'll do homemade chips. So I cut up some potatoes, heated up the oil, and as I was putting the potatoes in, daydreaming about my imminent nine point five rating, I splashed the boiling oil all over myself."

I couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Ouch, that sounds painful, actually."

"It wasn't so bad," he said modestly. "Just left a bit of a mark."

"And did you get your nine point five?" I asked.

"Oh, no. He said they were soggy, overdone and he said the mouthfeel was grainy. Two point one."

"That's absolutely devastating."

Charlie shrugged. "The man loves his chips." He examined the scald mark again.

"Does it still hurt? Can I touch it?" I asked, peering over at it.

"I don't see why not," he said, extending his arm to me.

Delicately I touched my fingertips to his skin, but disappointingly it felt like normal skin. The only thing off was the colour, and on closer inspection I could see it was already beginning to fade. I kept touching him for slightly longer than I should have, looking at the outline of the muscles in his forearm, then caught myself and pulled back.

"Boring," I announced.

"Now who's being devastating?"

I giggled, and our eyes met for a second, his arm still outstretched. Looking back at my tea, I scolded myself. He was just a fun person to hang out with. Friendly. It wasn't anything more than that.

There was another pause, and I wondered if there was something going on. He cleared his throat and I looked at him.

"Keira... I don't mean to suddenly break into boss-mode here, but I think we need to talk about an inappropriate comment I overheard earlier."

My blood froze. "Um..."

His face was serious but not upset. "Look, I'm flattered, obviously, but this is a professional environment. Comments like that might not always be taken the right way."

"I know," I said, my throat tight. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything, I didn't-"

He held up his hand. "I don't need an explanation. Just, you know, keep it office-friendly in future."

"I will."

We both drank tea in silence while my entire body burnt with embarrassment. I couldn't believe he'd overheard me saying... that.

Then he let out half a laugh. "And then, I mean, ambushing me with the coconut oil..."

"Huh?"

He blinked at me. "You know. The comment. Coconut oil. I thought you were doubling down."

I stared at him. "What does coconut oil have to do with it?"

Now it was his turn to blush. "Oh, um, well, I understand you can use it to, uh, make things more slippery."

"Ohhh. I see." This was the first time I'd heard that. "Does it really work like that?"

"I think so. It's oil, after all."

There was another pause. We looked at each other.

"Have you used it for that before?" I asked, lifting my mug to my mouth, not looking away. It was slightly more overt than I'd intended it, but he didn't seem upset.

"I haven't, no. I presume you haven't?"

"No. I haven't even done... that before."

His eyebrows went up, but I didn't back down.

"Okay. Well, me neither."

"Really?"

"You don't believe me?"

"I thought maybe you had."

"Well, now you know. I haven't."

Pause. There was definitely tension.

"Do you want to try it?" he asked.

My heart was thudding in my chest. How are you supposed to respond when your boss proposes anal sex in the office at half past eleven in the morning? It was like something out of a dirty book. But the reality was that, if he was seriously offering, I kinda did want to do it with him.

"I mean... if you lock the door, then yeah," I said, my cheeks hot.

"Oh, I meant do you ever want to try it, not necessarily now," he replied. "But, um... let me get the door key."

Walking back to my desk was surreal. I couldn't quite believe what I'd agreed to, and it definitely hadn't sunk in yet. On the other hand, I really did like Charlie, and he clearly liked me, and this felt quite exciting. The kind of kinky, sexy thing that happened exclusively to other people was about to happen to me. I felt lightheaded.

I'd left the oil on my desk so I wouldn't forget it, and looking at it gave me a thrill. I was going to use it to help Charlie get his cock inside me. So that my boss could fuck me in the arse. God, it was the hottest thought ever. I unscrewed the top of the jar and the smell of it came floating out, sweet and exotic. It was solid, but I touched my finger to the smooth white surface and felt it soften slightly, turning just the right amount smooth and slidy.

"Everything's... locked," Charlie said from behind me, sounding slightly breathless, and I put the jar down. I looked over my shoulder at him and turned, and he smiled nervously when he realised I'd caught him staring at my bum. I wiggled it slightly, seeing his internal struggle intensify.

"Are you ready?" I asked, surprised by how confident and steady my voice sounded out loud. Inside, I was a bundle of nerves.

"Yes, uh, I think so," he said, stumbling over his words. "I just wanted to say, you know, that if you want to, well, if you decide you-"

I silenced him by stepping forward and kissing him, taking hold of his shirt near his collar and tugging him towards me. He was surprised for a moment and then he relaxed, putting his arms on my shoulders, and he kissed me back, the stubble on his jaw scraping against my skin just the perfect amount.

Not wanting to waste time, I began unbuttoning his shirt, working top to bottom and pulling it out of his trousers. When I was done he shrugged it off, kissing me more firmly as I raked my fingernails through his chest hair. I could just tell from the touch of his skin that he would look really good with no shirt on, and when he pulled back from the kiss, I looked down and I was right. So amazingly right.

"How do you want to do this, Keira?" he asked in a low voice as I kissed his neck and his collarbone, unable to keep my hands off him.

"We should use the oil," I said, glancing up at him and making eye contact.

"What do you think the best way to put it on is?"

My hand slid down and squeezed his hard cock through his trousers. "Let's start here and see how we get on?" I suggested, enjoying the soft groan he made as I squeezed.

He undid his belt and trousers as I picked up the jar, getting a tiny amount on my fingertips. Then I looked down at his cock, sticking straight out in front of him, and felt a little rush of arousal and nerves. I had to somehow get that entire thing up my arse. But equally, I thought that having it up there must feel really good, otherwise why would people do it?

The first bit of oil didn't go very far when I rubbed my fingers over the head of his cock, so I went back for more, mentally noting that maybe this jar would be strictly for sex purposes from now on.

"Does it feel okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. Fuck, mm, yeah it does," Charlie said as I began to slide my hand all the way up and down his cock, coating it in the oil. It didn't feel so much oily as it did buttery, hardly wet at all but still smooth and silky. There was a distinct coconut smell but I liked it, really. Much better than generic chemicals or the weird way condoms smelt. picked up speed, not so much focusing on getting him lubed but focusing on him instead, making eye contact again as he moaned and held my waist. My hand was moving confidently up and down, twisting slightly halfway, and when I closed my fingers a little to squeeze more tightly he let out an involuntary breath. I smiled, enjoying this a lot more than I had thought.

"Keira, it's... too good," he said, reaching down to nudge my hand away.

The temptation was extremely strong to ignore him and keep going. I wanted so much to make him cum with my hand: see his reaction when I took control of the situation, ignoring his protests. Let him squirt all over the desk and my hand, then go back to work, him satisfied and me revelling in my quick, efficient work. And I wouldn't need to do anything with my arse.

But my stronger desire was for him to fuck me. To prove to myself that yes, I could take a man's cock up my arse and enjoy it. The fact that we were in the office and it was my boss only made it more exciting and intense. What better way to do anal for the first time? It was going to be unforgettable.

Releasing my grip, I kissed him quickly on the lips, then again on the chest a few times, continuing to slowly tease him. As soon as I heard him groaning with pleasure again, even though I wasn't touching his cock any more, I relented and turned away from him.

"My hand's all oily so you'll have to help," I said, putting my elbows on the desk as I bent over. My skirt rode up my thighs, and I used my clean hand to tug it gently upwards. He caught on, lifting it further until it stretched over my arse, then settled around my waist. He was breathing heavily, just looking at me, and I giggled, pleased I'd put on a decent pair of knickers this morning. They were pink and it was a thrill to be showing them off under my tights to him.

"We haven't got all day," I reminded him, wiggling my arse slightly.

"I could absolutely stay here all day," he said, lust clear in his voice. But he reached out and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my tights, pulling them down over my hips, taking my knickers with them too. Once everything was around my knees I arched my back slightly, moving my feet apart and getting comfortable with my weight on the desk. There was a lot more room to spread myself out now that the computer had gone.

"Use your fingers," I told him, sensing he was hesitating now he had access to everything. Strangely enough, even though he could clearly see my pussy as well as my arsehole, I was hardly aware of my wetness down there. Yes, I was turned on, but the whole focus was on my tighter hole.

Charlie picked up the jar from beside me and then put it down again, and a moment later I felt the tip of his finger circling my arsehole. I moaned appreciatively, enjoying the gentle touch and the warm sensations that were going through me. Everything was slippery so there was no friction at all, and when he pointed his finger and pushed in, it slid easily past my resistance.

"Fuck," he groaned, keeping still and allowing me to adjust.

"How far is it in?" I asked, my eyes closed as I tried to understand the sensation.

"Maybe halfway?"

It didn't hurt at all and it was an interesting feeling. A delicious pressure, mainly, and a slight stretching. I knew I could do more but I didn't want to rush. "Keep going, bit by bit," I instructed, keeping my body still.

Gently he pushed his finger deeper until I could feel it fully inside me. Then he pulled back, and the feeling of him pulling out was nearly as good as when it pushed in. Then he went in, and out, the oil keeping everything smooth. When his finger slipped all the way out, my arse pushing it the last inch or so, he replaced it with a different one, repeating the same motions, slowly in and out. Then it was my turn to let out an involuntary breath when I felt two fingertips pressing at my entrance.

My arse had to really stretch properly to fit them. I felt the sensation clearly and kept waiting for the pain to come, but it didn't. It was just an increased intensity, and before I knew it, his fingers were sliding all the way into me.

"Okay, one second," I gasped when he pushed them deep. I needed a moment to get used to the sensation, which was threatening to overwhelm me. When he kept them there, my arse squeezing them tightly, instinctively pushing back, I took deep breaths. I needed to relax.

"In and out," I said, still squeezing my eyes tightly closed. His movements were slow but smooth, aided by the oil, and as he found a gentle rhythm, I started to connect the intense sensation in my arse with my growing arousal. This felt good and it was turning me on.

"Harder," I urged, determined not to regret it, and I didn't. He fucked my arse with his fingers firmly and I tried to visualise them as a cock going in and out. Fuck, this felt so good. My moans began, quietly and softly at first, but growing. I was getting properly wet and neither of us had touched my pussy at all. It was the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of my tight arsehole, combined with the slight feeling of being stretched, that was doing it. Somehow, instinctively, I knew that the final puzzle piece would be the full feeling from having his cock in there instead of his fingers.

"I'm... ready," I said, growing more confident. I was ready. I needed to have him inside me.

He withdrew his fingers and I felt achingly empty, and now I wanted his cock more than ever. I stayed still, allowing him the chance to get ready, one hand firmly on my waist, steadying me. On the brink of telling him to hurry up, I suddenly felt the thick tip of his cock pressing into my arsehole and I gasped. It was so much bigger than I had anticipated compared to his fingers and there seemed to be absolutely no way it would fit. He pushed, applying pressure, but it didn't go in. It wasn't going to work.

However, I hadn't accounted for the oil. When he pushed again, the slightly different angle meant that my arsehole opened up slightly, and the oil did the rest. A moment of impossibly intense stretching later, the head of his cock slipped inside me and my arse tightened around his shaft. I moaned so loud that it filled the office and my legs shook. Just as I was steeling myself to get used to the feeling of something so big being inside me, I suddenly felt a rush go through me. I orgasmed, moaning over and over, and would have fallen down if Charlie hadn't been holding my hip. My natural response to the orgasm was to arch my back and tense my muscles, and as I came I accidentally pulled myself off his cock and it slipped out again, stretching me again. This in turn made my orgasm stronger and I screamed, seeing stars, feeling dizzy as the pleasure hit me.

"Are you okay?" Charlie asked, halfway between concerned and aroused.

I needed a moment to catch my breath but then I nodded, my ponytail brushing over my shoulders through my blouse. I couldn't believe it: I'd had an anal orgasm.

"That was... unexpected," I said, moving my legs a little to keep them from cramping.

"Did you just...?" he asked.

"Cum? Yes."

"Fucking hell." He laughed gently and I smirked, not that he could see it.

"Pleased with yourself?" I asked.

"I'm not going to lie, I am a little bit," he said, chuckling.

I smiled, happy with how natural this felt with him. "How's the view?" I asked, moving my hips around.

"Fuck... very enticing." The arousal in his voice was back.

"Why don't you finish what you started, then?" I asked, and he gripped my hip again.

Something about the orgasm had relaxed me and I wasn't afraid he was too big any more. This time when his cock pressed up against me I felt ready for it, willing it inside, and the stretching as he entered me was amazing. This time he didn't stop at just the head; he kept up the pressure and I pushed my hips back against him, feeling myself getting fuller and fuller. Then with a sparking of electricity through my whole body, I felt his balls hit me and he was all the way in.

It wasn't at all uncomfortable and I just wanted him more than ever. "Fuck me," I said firmly, biting back a moan.

He pulled back slowly.

"Don't fucking hold back," I added, bracing myself against the desk.

Understanding me, he pushed in deep.

Burying my head against the hard desk, I moaned. Quickly he found a good rhythm, pulling out most of the way before pushing deep again, over and over. My arse was completely relaxed now and everything just felt amazing. The deeper he went and the harder his balls slapped against me, the better it felt.

The one and only distraction as he fucked me, groaning with pleasure, both hands now firmly on my hips, was my oily hand. I didn't want to touch the desk because it would leave obvious marks, and I was conscious of not wanting to touch my hair or clothes since I was supposed to go back to work after this. And then the solution came to me, a piece of problem solving I didn't think possible with Charlie's cock driving in and out of my arse.

Shifting slightly to one side, I pushed my arm underneath my body and my slick hand found my wet pussy. My fingers were just the right amount of slippery that rubbing my clit felt good: enough friction to apply pressure but still easy to move. With a loud moan, I began touching myself as Charlie fucked my arse. I'd never masturbated while being penetrated before and I realised I had been missing out, big time.

Being so turned on by everything about the situation meant that my clit didn't need much attention before I was getting close. This orgasm was a lot less unexpected, the usual tension rising throughout my body. It was just pushed onwards much faster by my boss's cock fucking my arse with long, hard movements. I rubbed frantically and moaned. "Make me cum again, Charlie..."

Fighting back against my urge to scream, I felt him increase the intensity one more notch. Then, listening to his moans and feeling my arsehole tensing and squeezing around his shaft, the orgasm hit me. Easily one of the best ever. My whole body felt like it was electrified, except my arse, which was one hundred percent pure pleasure. I never wanted to stop and I moaned his name incoherently.

Once I was back to earth, still rubbing my clit, still moaning loud, I heard his noises getting more urgent.

"I want you to cum in my arse," I said without hesitation.

"Fuck, yes. Your arse is so tight," he replied, his fingers digging harder into me.

"I want to feel you cum so badly, just use me, use me!"

With a sudden spurt of energy he began fucking my arse hard, not holding back at all. Everything slapped together, his body hard as he hit into me, his cock driving as deep as possible. I lost my fight against the screaming moans just as he spoke.

"Yes, Keira, yes, take it!"

He pushed deep and I let out a moan of satisfaction, his cock pulsing as he filled me with cum. He was holding me so tightly that even when I relaxed, my body barely moved, and we stayed like that for a minute until he was completely done. Inside my arse, his cock was still as big and as hard as ever when he pulled out, leaving me with that empty sensation again.

"We are definitely doing this again," I told him, lying on the desk as I took my hand off my pussy and inhaled deeply.

"I'll put it in my calendar," he said, laughing slightly. "Morning meeting; coffee break; anal with Keira."

"You're joking but I would be okay with that," I told him, giggling.

He leant forwards and kissed the top of my bum cheek. "Deal."

I'd been to the new office a couple of times during the refurbishment, mainly just to have a nose around, but it felt oddly different to arrive and know it was permanent now. There was a strong smell of fresh paint and sawdust when I came through the front door.

"How's your arse feeling?" Charlie asked, intercepting me before I could go any further, keeping me out of sight of the others.

"Slippery," I said truthfully, trying not to think about how I would get the stains out of these knickers. "And there's definitely still cum up there."

"Not sore?"

"No. Tired, maybe. It's strange, isn't it?" I said, thinking.

"What? Being tired?" He was understandably confused.

"Your cum is in my arse but you've never even seen my tits."

He grinned. "Well we've got a couple of minutes, that could all change."

I shook my head. "No... I quite like the power I have over you, boss."

"Well, it's definitely a unique way to start a relationship," he said.

"A relationship?" Now my pulse was racing.

He nodded. "Yeah. I definitely want to take you out on a date or something. It's not all about sex, Keira."

I blushed as he teased me. "Okay. But don't expect me to put out after the first date. Be a gentleman about it."

At my new desk, the IT guy had set everything up and I sat down cautiously in my new chair, partly because it was new and partly because of the whole arse situation.

Lorraine stared at me, brow creased.

"What? This chair feels weirdly unfamiliar."

She shook her head. "That's not it. You look far too happy."

The fact that I couldn't meet her gaze was all the confirmation she needed.

"I knew it," she said triumphantly, keeping her voice down. "You really are a teacher's pet."

"I was only keeping my side of the deal," I said modestly, nudging my handbag with my foot to bring her attention to the jar at the top.

Her jaw dropped. "Slut! I am so envious. How was it?"

I smiled. "Really, really good."

Lorraine grinned at me then went back to her computer screen. "You know, that's sort of poetic, in a way."

"What?"

"You shagged in that office just before it closed, and I shagged in it just before it opened, years ago."

It was my turn to be gobsmacked. "Really? With who?"

Lorraine laughed quietly. "You're not the only one who's pulled their boss."

My eyes popped. "You didn't shag Shit-Face, did you?"

"Oh God, no. It was her predecessor."

Amanda came over and distracted us. "Anyone for tea?" she asked sweetly.

"Yes please," I said. "I packed the old kettle, he's in the kitchen."

"Fabulous. I'll get him up and running."

Charlie looked over at me, appalled. "You all know that the kettle is inexplicably male?"

"Catch up, Charlie," Lorraine replied, dismissively.

I looked at him. "You're just upset because you've been making eyes at Mr. Kettle since you started working here."

He gave me a look and I knew I would pay for that later.

THE END