The Office - The Job

Tears forming in the corners of her eyes, she responded simply, "yes."

"Great,then it's a date," Jim smiled and left to get something out of the vending machine before going home...it had been a long day.

Looking at the camera, a tear sliding down her cheek, Pam asked, "I'm sorry...what was the question? Oh never mind, I think it's time to go." As the documentary crew quickly packed up and left the office, Pam ran to the break room to catch Jim before he left. "Hey you...would you mind locking up with me."

"Just like old times," Jim grinned as they went to the front door and he handed her a bag of French Onion chips.

"Not quite," Pam answered as she locked the door from the inside.

"Hey Beesley," Jim inquired, "aren't we supposed to be on the other side."

"I can't wait until tonight," she said as her arms went around his neck and she pulled his head down to her level. She pressed her soft, wet lips against his and kissed him with all the pent up passion she had been withholding for years. A surprised Jim responded in kind: running his long fingers up her neck until they were intertwined with her soft hair and he was cradling her head in his hands. They kissed for several minutes, their tongues invading each others mouths and playing tag.

"Wow," Jim gasped when they finally separated, "I guess I should go to New York more often. I have a confession to make...remember way back on the "booze cruise" when I told you I loved you...well I never stopped."

"I think I have loved you since the first day we met," she admitted, "everything else just kept getting in the way." Taking him by the hand, Pam led him back into Michael's office, pushed him down on the sofa, and stood with her back to the desk. "I told you I couldn't wait," she teased as she threw her sweater onto the chair and began to unbutton her satin blouse. Pulling it down both arms, she tossed it to join her sweater. Reaching behind her, she quickly unhooked her lacy bra, let the straps slide down her arms and then shrugged them off. she covered her breasts with her arm for several seconds and then lowered her arms to her sides. Her nipples were so pert that Jim wondered if they would put his eye out if they poked him.

"Pamela Morgan Beesley, you naughty girl," he teased, and then added, "you are even more beautiful than I fantasized." Reaching up under her knee-length skirt with both hands and carefully rolled her pantyhose down her legs. Kicking off her tennis shoes, she removed the pantyhose and twirled it around her head like a lasso. Jim's eyes widened as she unzipped her skirt, shoved it down over her shapely hips and then just let it drop to the floor. Seeing her completely nude, he nearly fell off the couch and praised her, "oh my God, Pam...you are magnificent. May I touch you?"

"I'll whack you with a tennis racket if you don't," she told him.

Jim dropped to his knees and scooted over to where she was leaning back against the desk. Looking up at her, he thought she looked like a classic Botticelli painting; something she should appreciate as an artist herself. His hands shaking, he reached forward and began to run his hands up and down her silky legs, enjoying how soft and smooth they were. Reaching his long arms behind her, he cupped and kneaded her perfectly round ass cheeks before reaching farther up and massaging her tummy. It was like he was worshiping her body and Pam tilted her head back and softly moaned, "mmmm."

Letting his hands drift down to her crotch, he caressed her inner thighs, causing her to spread her legs further apart. Jim was amazed at how long her labia were as they hung down from her mound. Using his thumbs, he spread them to the sides, discovering they were more like protective flaps covering her slit. She was so wet that drops of her lubrication trickled down his thumbs, where he licked them off. The inside of her opening was a vivid pink and Jim blew warm air up inside her, making her shiver. He nudged her mound apart with his nose, reveling in her scent of arousal and then extended his tongue as far up inside her cunt as it would go.

Her body trembled and shook and Jim was rewarded as her pussy squirted her precious juices all over his face. He was completely shocked but began to lick every inch of her thighs. "Oh my God, Jim...I'm so sorry," Pam apologized, "that has never happened before...I didn't know I was capable."

"Are you kidding," he calmed her, "that was great. You mean Roy never got you off like that?"

"Actually, you are the first person who had ever licked me there," she confessed, "Roy didn't really care about my orgasms."

"Well, I hope I'm the last also," he grinned, his face glistening, "but I guarantee it won't be the last time."

He resumed lapping at her mound, and Pam felt like her heart was going to burst. Finally she was with the man of her dreams and he seemed to be even more than she had hoped. She was brought back to reality by the sensation of Jim sliding his index and middle fingers up into her juicy pussy while he sucked on her engorged clit. "Oh God," she quivered, her knees feeling weak. No matter how fast Jim licked her clean, he could not keep up with the juices dribbling down he thighs. Slipping his fingers out of her hole, he stood in front of her and cupped her perfect tits in his large hands. Leaning forward, he sucked on her left jellybean, nibbling on her distended nub. Repeating on her right nipple, he felt her hands fervently grasping his belt.

"You're overdressed for the occasion," she observed as she rapidly unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. Jim just stood back and allowed his girl to undress him. While she was shoving his pants down his long legs, he assisted her by removing his jacket, tie and shirt. She found that he was wearing very different underwear than she was used to seeing: they weren't "tighty-whities," or boxers, but were more like tight swim trunks.

Seeing her puzzled expression, he enlightened her: "they're made by a company called Duluth Trading. I started wearing them while playing basketball in college. They keep everything nice and tight and I don't have to wear a supporter."

And then she found out why he liked everything nice and tight. As she pulled them down his legs, out flopped the largest penis she had ever seen...or dreamed of. It was at least ten inches long, still semi-erect, with a crown like a tennis ball. Even more amazing was it's girth...Pam guessed it was as big around as a soda can. "Holy shit, Jim," she breathed hard, as he kicked his pants off and she grasped his prick in both hands.

"I know it's probably not as big as you're used to," he apologized.

Not taking her eyes off his snake, Pam giggled, "you mean Roy." She freed up one hand and held her thumb and index finger about three inches apart. "Behind his back I used to call him needle-dick." Running her hands up and down Jim's pole, she extending her tongue and licked the very tip. Her dainty hands made his meat seem even larger as it reached full erection. It must have been at least twelve inches long and had even gotten thicker. Pam began to lick the full length of his prick; staring at his scrotum and running her tongue all the way up to the crown.

Jim was in heaven as he looked down and watched her angelic face in his crotch. She opened her lips as wide as possible, and did manage to pop his crown inside her mouth, but it just wasn't comfortable...she thought her jaw was going to dislocate. "We'll have to work on that," she thought to herself. Seeing her discomfort, Jim hooked his hands under her arms, lifted her with ease, and set her down on the edge of Michael's desk. Cradling her head in his hands, he kissed her passionately, while snuggling his body against hers.

"Pam, I want you so bad it hurts," he admitted.

"Me too," she responded, and spread her legs farther apart, making herself available to him. With Pam sitting on the edge of the desk, Jim stood between her silky legs, grasped his tool in his hand and nudged his huge crown against her mound. Reaching down with both hands, he pinched her incredibly long outer labia between his thumbs and index fingers, spread them wide and pressed his head against her sopping wet slit. They both looked down and watched as Jim steadily pushed forward, attempting to penetrate her hole.

Pam could feel the pressure against her slit as the bulbous head pushed against her opening. She knew Jim was being careful not to hurt her, but she couldn't wait any longer...she needed to feel his giant cock inside her. She shoved her wide hips forward, impaling herself on his over-sized crown, "oh shit, yeah." It felt like her slit had ripped, but as Jim just stood there, waiting for approval, Pam realized that it wasn't pain...but pleasure that she felt. She smiled at her lover and Jim began to push slowly forward. Inch by amazing inch he stretched her cunt as his monstrous cock slid up into her belly. Pam's ass squirmed on the desk as Jim's horse-cock stuffed her hole. "Oh my fucking God," she squealed, feeling her tunnel stretch around his pole, "that feels so fucking good."

Jim couldn't help himself, and laughed, "that's some potty mouth you've got there Beesley."

Grinning, Pam replied, "shut up and fuck me Halpert...stuff that big fucking cock in me." Finally, every inch of his big, fat cock was inside her...his head nudging against her womb and his balls slapping against the edge of the desk. Pam couldn't believe how full of cock she was...it felt like he had shoved his arm up her pussy. Jim wrapped his arms around her naked body and held her tight against him...impaled on his giant pole, just enjoying the snug feel of her pussy. "Jim, your cock feels so fucking good...don't ever take it out of me."

"Don't you think it would be a little awkward walking around Scranton like this," he joked as he flexed his meat in her tunnel, causing it to expand even more.

"Holy shit, how did you do that," she groaned, and added, "I guess even in Scranton people might stare, but let's do this as often as possible."

"Agreed...just at a different location," Jim smiled as he hugged her tight.

"Jim," she asked.

"Yeah," he spoke softly in her ear.

"Fuck me."

He released his embrace, slid his hands down to her waist and slowly began to withdraw his huge log. Pam could feel the walls of her pussy shrink as he pulled out, leaving an empty, lonely feeling. Then just as slowly, he slid his massive cock up into her, stretching her hole as he progressed. "Oh my God, that feels so fucking good...fuck me Jim...fuck me." It was like she had never had sex before as Jim began to slide his monstrous cock in and out of her cunt. With every stroke, he stretched her pussy a little more. His log was so fat that every time he thrust into her, he would grind his pelvis against hers and trap her swollen clit between them. It seemed to Pam as if she was having constant orgasms, her fluids dripping down the front of Michael's desk.

Jim loved watching her pert breasts jiggling up and down as he shoved into her. He was fascinated by the way her long lips gripped his cock when he pulled out and disappeared back inside her when he thrust. Her pussy was so tight that it felt like he was wearing a condom two sizes too small. Holding her waist tightly, he began to jam his horse-cock into her hole harder and harder, faster and faster. Leaning forward he gently took her engorged nipple between his teeth and nibbled. "Oh my God, Jim," she squealed, "fuck me...fuck me...I love you fucking cock."

She wrapped her smooth legs around his waist, trying to keep his cock inside her and Jim slid his hands under her ass and lifted her up off the desk. He began to walk around the room, till thrusting his pelvis forward, driving his giant pole up into her cunt. Eyeing the sofa, he gently laid her down, her beautiful body still impaled on his prick. Pam immediately spread her legs as far apart as possible; one foot on the floor and the other leg thrown over the back of the couch. Enjoying the way her tits flattened out on her chest and jiggled, Jim began to slam his gigantic cock down into her stretched out hole, his balls slapping against her ass. "Yes...yes...fuck me baby...fuck me," she begged.

Not knowing how to broach the subject, Jim softly told her, "uh Pam...I'm about to...uh...reach my climax." He wasn't positive she was on some form of birth control and didn't want to surprise her.

"Oh you sweetheart, "she gasped, nearly out of breath, "it's OK...cum in me...fill me. I need to feel your cum inside me."

He pounded into her pussy a few more times, then his body stiffened, his cock as far up inside her as he could thrust. Suddenly it felt like her belly was on fire as he exploded deep inside her. She joined him and her body went into a spasm as they ground their groins together. "Oh Jim...fill me up...cum in me baby...fill my pussy." Jim began to pump his unbelievably hot seed deep inside her, filling her cunt with his cum. It was like he had been saving up his whole life for this moment as he continued to spurt into her hole. The thought flashed through Pam's mind that she wished they were making a baby together.

When their orgasms subsided, they just lay together on Michael's couch, their sweaty bodies sticking to the vinyl. Jim just let his shriveling snake slip naturally out of Pam's cunt as they hugged each other. Neither felt the least self-conscious of seeing each other naked for the first time...it just felt natural; like they had been together for years. Breaking the comfortable silence, Pam finally joked, "you know you're not getting out of taking me to dinner tonight."

Laughing, Jim replied, "wouldn't think of it. Would you like me to take you home to change?"

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