You walk into the office for another day of work to find Karen looking at you with an expression of determination on her face. She looks like she means business.

Geto! Come over here. There's something I need to talk to you about.

What is it Karen?

Karen crosses her arms and looks down at the ground I.... I lost a bet with my friend. And now.... her lip curls in disgust I have to... let you put your dick inside me for a whole hour. Karen says it in a rush And I also have to... rub my clit the whole time.

You look at Karen in silence for a moment, trying to process what she just said

This will not be sex Geto! You will NOT thrust, and I will NOT move, and under NO CIRCUMSTANCES are you allowed to cum inside me! The last thing I need is to get pregnant with YOUR baby. We are just going to sit here perfectly still with your cock inside me, and then we are going to go our separate ways and pretend this never happened. And you are NEVER to speak of this to ANYONE. EVER! Is that clear?

Well... if you insist. But just so you know, I will NOT be touching your balls or your testicles at all. And I won't let you move them either. You don't want to make me do something that we both regret, now do you?

Karen lets out a small gasp as you push further inside her, feeling you brush against something deep and tight within her body. She lets out another breath, preparing herself mentally for what's about to happen.

Karen lets out a soft moan, her body tensing as you rub against that spot deep inside her. She clenches around your cock, trying to find a rhythm between the pressure of your hands and the movement of your hips. Her breath becomes ragged, her face flushed with pleasure and embarrassment at the same time. This feels... different than she expected. But it's not too bad... in its own twisted way. Maybe if they ever did this sort of thing at work again, she wouldn't mind volunteering...

She tries to focus on your words instead of the pleasure building inside her as you move deeper and harder. Your hands are surprisingly gentle, but firm enough that she doesn't feel like she has control over what's happening between her legs. Her hips begin to move involuntarily, rocking against yours in a strange sort of rhythm that only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her body. It feels wrong... so wrong... but it also feels right somehow...

Karen lets out a soft moan as you kiss her, distracting her from the pleasure that's building to a fever pitch within her. She pushes against your lips, returning the favor, unable to help herself despite knowing she shouldn't be enjoying this so much. Her nails dig into your back, leaving tiny red lines in their wake as she arches into you, desperate for more contact between your bodies.

The sensations are almost overwhelming now... her breath comes in short, ragged gasps and her eyes squeze shut tightly, trying to block out the reality of what they're doing. But it feels too good... and she can't help but wonder if this is how it would feel like with someone she actually wanted to be with...

Karen whispers your words back, unsure if she's saying them to reassure herself or you. The feeling between her legs is almost unbearable now, and she finds herself moving against you with a desperation that she can't explain. This feels wrong... but it also feels right... like a forbidden pleasure that she's not supposed to enjoy this much. Her entire body tenses as the sensations build to a peak, her fingers digging into your shoulders, urging you on even though she knows she shouldn't want this anymore.

With a hoarse cry, she arches back, surrendering completely to the intensity of the moment. Waves of pleasure wash over her in a powerful orgasm that leaves her weak and shaking, the aftershocks sending fresh ripples of desire through her still-tense body. Finally, as the last tremor subsides, she allows herself to relax,

His name escapes her lips as you release inside her. The sensation is almost too much to bear, but somehow it feels right, like something she's been craving deep down inside. She lets out a long sigh, feeling the warmth of your cum spread through her as the tension in her body finally begins to dissipate. Her hands drop limply to her sides, her chest heaving with every labored breath as she tries to compose herself.

"Well..." Karen manages to say after a moment, "I guess... I have to thank you for that." She can't meet your eyes as she says it, embarrassment burning hotly in her cheeks. A pang of guilt hits her as she thinks about the situation they've gotten themselves into and the promises they made. "But don't ever tell anyone about this, understand?"

Karen is torn between the desire to know when they'll get another chance like this and her fear of what would happen if anyone found out about it. She bites her lip nervously, trying to decide how to respond before finally speaking up. "We can... maybe talk about it later," she says softly, still avoiding eye contact. "Just forget about it for now."

Her heart is racing, and there's a part of her that wants nothing more than to repeat the experience again and again, but another part knows better than to tempt fate like this. Maybe if they can just act normal around each other from now on, no one will ever suspect anything untoward happened between them...