Commissioner Reward - Side Effects May Include . . . 5 (Patreon)

Fans of cum, futa, and prostate play will enjoy this newest chapter. If that's not your bag then give it a skip lol.

Betty rubbed her bleary eyes and checked the time in the corner of her computer monitor. After another tortuous day spent trying to ignore her swollen cock, and no release whatsoever except her morning masturbation, all she wanted to do was go home and relieve herself. But for whatever reason her boss had asked her to stay behind for some overtime. Normally she'd be happy to earn the extra pay and help out the company's finances. Unfortunately she was next to useless in her current condition, barely able to get her normal work done in a timely fashion and certainly not in any position to assist the other branches with their own computations. She was finding it difficult enough to simply keep her hands from drifting below her desk to fondle her throbbing member every fifteen seconds. The sun was already setting and with no respite in sight Betty was starting to wonder just how long she could hold out before she was forced to give in to her libido?

“How's everything coming along?” A stern but soft voice suddenly asked.

Betty jumped a little in her seat and looked up to see her boss staring at her over the small dividing wall. Mrs. Thompson was a bit older than her but no less beautiful because of it. Her strawberry blonde hair was always tied in an elegant and business appropriate bun and she was rarely dressed in anything other than dark pant suits or pencil skirts. Her face had that odd mix of caring and strict that came from being in charge but actually giving a damn about her employees. Two shrewd blue eyes sat above a small, pointed nose and a mouth that was just as familiar with frowns as it was smiles. She and Betty were the only people left in the office by that point but that didn't mean either of them let their professionalism lapse in any way. At least as much as Betty was capable.

“It's going well ma'am.” Betty said, “How much longer do you need me for?”

“Not much. What time is it now? Almost seven o'clock huh? How about we call it quits at seven thirty? Anything else can get done tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? I'll be working more overtime tomorrow?”

“Yes. We'll need you to work overtime every day until this is all sorted out. As long as it takes.” Mrs. Thompson smiled, “Try not to let that affect how much work you do each day.”

“I won't Mrs. Thompson.”

“I know, I was only teasing. Good luck!”

Betty watched her boss retreat back into her office, staring in silent disbelief at the half closed door for nearly a full minute. As hard as she tried to fight it she needed a release. Even a small one. Anything to relieve some of the pressure that'd been building all day long. Heaving a resigned sigh she stood up from her desk and shuffled towards the bathrooms as quickly as she could. The ribbons keeping her dick tied to her leg were holding but the effect it had on her walk made it look like she was sporting the most ungainly peg leg imaginable. She could just about make it into one of the stalls and plop down on the seat before having to untie the restraints and let her member spring up. Like always Betty stared down at her rock hard shaft with equal parts disdain and wonder. Her fingers closed around the base and the smallest of whimpers emerged from her lips. The pressure was so built up in her swollen balls a thick strand of precum beaded on the tip at that touch alone. Any thoughts on the mess or how she'd explain herself faded away as her hands gently started working their way up.

“Wow! It's really true then?!”

Betty gasped and fell off the toilet, staring up in pure horror as she looked at the grinning face of her boss staring down at her from one stall over, “What-what-what-what are you doing?!”

“Seeing if the rumors were true.” Mrs. Thompson answered, “Now that I know they are why don't you step out of the stall. Oh and don't bother covering yourself again.”

Wondering if she was going to spend the rest of her life as a playtoy to everyone she met Betty did as superior said and emerged from the stall. Her cock swayed between her legs, bouncing off each thigh with every step she took. Mrs. Thompson was standing there looking no less authoritative than usual despite her flushed cheeks. Like all the others she only had eyes for Betty's dick. She showed a remarkable amount of composure though, actually stepping back and leaning against the sink rather than pouncing like a wild animal. It was obvious something devious had entered her mind and the longer they both stood there the wider her grin seemed to spread. And the more embarrassed and uncomfortable Betty became. But even at the height of her shame the promise of finally getting off was enough to keep her rooted in place and waiting for whatever pleasure or punishment would be handed out. 

“My office. Now.”

In the blink of an eye she was sitting on her boss' desk with her legs spread wide like she was at her gyno. But rather than a doctor sitting between her slightly trembling thighs it was her grinning, eager faced boss. Mrs. Thompson didn't waste any time feeling Betty's dick. She grabbed the balls and squeezed them until the beleaguered young woman nearly came. Her fingers roamed up and down her turgid member in movements that were just close enough to masturbatory to keep her rock hard and practically begging for more. Every few seconds she'd scoot a little closer until her body was almost pressed against Betty's and her breath was hot on her groin. Mrs. Thompson almost seemed to be studying it all, though there was no denying a level of excitement in her motions. Just when Betty thought she couldn't handle it anymore her superior's hands leapt from her prick to the creamy inner thighs that flanked it. Betty swallowed nervously and tried to keep herself focused on whatever was going on down there, even as the slightly ticklish sensation of her boss' fingers made her want to fall back.

The moment she felt her boss' fingers brush against the only hole she had left between her legs she couldn't stop herself from crying out, “Mrs. Thompson!” in one last attempt to stop it.

“Call me Jordan.” She replied, “We're on a first name basis now.”

As Betty let her head fall back against the desk she heard the unmistakable sound of Jordan lathering her finger in saliva. A split second later the slick digit was back against her asshole and pushing insistently. She didn't even attempt to stave off the inevitable, her own inexperience with all matters anal completely trivial under the circumstances. Jordan's fingers slid in after a few more seconds of probing, pushing almost all the way up to the knuckle with gentle but insistent strokes. Only when it was completely buried inside her and her inner walls were pulsing madly around the intruder did Betty get an idea of what her boss had in store. Her finger slowly curled back in on itself in a come hither motion and almost instantly a sharp spike of pure stimulation lanced through her body. As though some sort of magic button inside her ass had been pressed and her entire body was forced to take heed of it. It happened just as Jordan's digit reached the apex of it's motion but before it began shifting downward. A new strand of precum oozed out of her cock while she gasped in surprise. 

“What're you doing?”

“Teasing your prostate. Trust me, you'll like where this leads!”

Jordan repeated the motion at the same time her words hit Betty's ears and again an all encompassing wave of pleasure struck her. She started moving in a slow but constant rhythm, her finger never more than an instant from brushing against her sensitive spot in an endless ebb and flow. Betty's shaft was pointing straight up in the air within a few seconds and throbbing uncontrollably after a few more. It was amazing she didn't blow her wad then and there but something in the back of her mind held her back. Some small but awakened part knew whatever was coming would be all the better if she could simply wait a little longer. As if reading her mind Jordan brought a second finger to bear not a minute after using the first one. It slipped inside Betty's ass with astonishingly little fuss, her body so hungry for more it gobbled her up without question. And with two fingers inside Jordan had all she needed to really work her pent up subordinate's ass for all it was worth. She pressed both against Betty's prostate at the same time, pushing and rubbing and kneading it with a long practiced skill that had drained many a man's balls over the years. Going at it with more force than ever she even started lifting her pet's ass off the table with the force of her ministrations. All for what was sure to be a spectacular end result as Betty writhed and squealed harder than ever.

“OH MY GOD!” Betty screamed at the top of her lungs, finally feeling it all coming at her like a speeding train, “OH MY GOD!”

She gripped the desk so hard the wood started to creak as every fiber of her being seemed to ignite at the same time. Ecstasy unlike any she could have ever dreamed of flooded her mind and body so completely for a moment all external senses vanished. Her vision went dark, her voice caught in her throat, and no air reached her lungs. She froze as if turned into a statue, the only part of her body still moving being her uncontrollably throbbing dick. The head swelled more than ever before and a fountain of pure white jizz ejaculated from her clenched balls. It sprayed out of her dick in a stream as thick as it was powerful. Cum splattered against the ceiling in a powerful jet. What didn't end up plastered on the lights above them rained down on her and Jordan like a gooey shower. Unlike all the other times she'd climaxed the spunk flying out of her dick didn't come in spurts or waves. It emerged like a firehose of unending bliss straight from her pent up sack. And while the thickest parts erupted straight up a healthy stream bubbled straight down the side of her shaft. It dribbled all the way down to Jordan's still wriggling hand before dripping onto the carpet in sporadic plops.

For nearly thirty seconds straight Betty lost all memories of herself, her life, and her surroundings. The pleasure was her only reality and her experienced partner made sure it lasted. Even when her vision finally started to return and she regained some modicum of control over herself the tremors didn't abate in the slightest. She barely felt Jordan's finger emerge from her ass but she was certainly aware of her latest companion's tongue running along her limply twitching balls and shaft to collect the strands of errant cum still clinging on. As pleasant as the sensation was it couldn't even compare to the indescribable satisfaction she'd just went through. In her post orgasm haze Betty was even able to look at the dick still gently disgorging cum across her stomach without her usual level of regret. If that was the kind of pleasure she could experience perhaps having one wasn't entirely bad. Whatever Jordan had done apparently worked better than anything else because she hadn't felt more satisfied or relaxed since she first woke up with it.

“Oh my god . . .” Betty repeated one last time, her eyes starting to close as exhaustion overtook her.

“Don't fall asleep just yet,” Jordan remarked. She patted her near comatose companion on the cheek a few times and said, “It's time to go home!”

“It is?”

“Yes indeed. Fifteen minutes past in fact. So get up! Unless of course you want to stay for more?”

Betty's cock sprang to life at the thought even while she vehemently shook her head, “I can't handle anything else! I'm leaving.”

“There's a good girl. Same time tomorrow?”

“What?”

“Would you like to do this again tomorrow?”

“Uhm . . .” Betty looked down at her dick throbbing excitedly between her legs, “I-I suppose . . .”

“Great! It's a date then!”