chapter 2

Two days later, the new chair arrived.

Jane tapped her fingers on the back of it, thinking. She and Selim had not spoken since he'd waddled out of her office to wash the post-blowjob sweat from his face. She'd been wet almost constantly since then, thinking of him. He was the biggest, sexiest, most luxurious fatty she'd ever had the pleasure of touching.

She picked up the phone, then put it down, deciding instead to tap out a quick email asking him to come to her office.

Selim's heart beat faster as he rapped on Jane's door.

She pulled the door open. Her eyebrows quirked up as she smiled at him and he felt an answering grin come to his face. He stepped inside and shut the door. She hadn't stepped back.

"There's something I forgot to do last time," he rumbled, looking down on her.

"Oh yes?" said Jane, tilting her face up toward him.

"This," he said, and gathered her into his arms and kissed her.

Jane moaned. She was pressed into his soft belly and chest. It was wonderful, amazing, sexy. When he came up for air, she pulled him toward the wide office chair that was waiting.

"Here, test it out," she said. He settled his bulk into it, noting that the armrests didn't pinch at his sides. He actually had some clearance (room to grow, buzzed a naughty corner of his mind) for once.

"It's rated up to 750 pounds," whispered Jane, and perched herself on his knees.
"We should be fine."

The kissing went on for some time. Selim slid her skirt up her thighs to discover she was without panties. He slid his fingers into place to tease her clit as she ground against his fat belly like a whale rider. Her first shaking climax only wound them up more, so he gave her another, and another.

"I want you inside me," she moaned.

Selim's mind cleared enough to think about this. It was clearly impossible to take her in a sitting position. His belly covered too much of his lap.

He hoisted her up onto the edge of her desk. She fumbled for her purse and whipped out a gold condom packet. Soon his belly was flowing over her like a blanket as he stood between her thighs. Well, not exactly between, more like between and leaning upon. He was able to manoeuvre his cock into position and thrust it into her waiting wetness. They both moaned. He rocked back and forth, letting his weight carry him deeper. Jane clapped a hand across her mouth to stifle a scream. Selim blew his load and leaned, panting, on her legs.

"Want... huff... to go out sometime?" he said.

"Yes," she panted in reply. "Definitely."

"I think," said Selim, "that the chair is perfect."