Her breasts are almost completely exposed.

Even for my office it's an inappropriate outfit, and yet, given their quantity and quality, the breasts themselves fit in quite nicely. They are huge, and beautifully formed, and while some people may find them intimidating, I doubt that anyone will actually complain.

I certainly won't, but I am disconcerted, disoriented, confused, unable to concentrate, to consider any technical problem besides the best technique for freeing them completely. She seems amused by my discomfort. Her lips curl up at the corners and even that slight movement causes the necklace between her breasts to sway just a little and her breasts to jiggle just a touch. That's all I want. Just a touch. Well maybe a nibble and a lick and a suck as well.

To keep herself busy while I stammer through my question, or perhaps to add to my discomfort for her own entertainment, she picks a pencil up off the desk and holding it vertically between my eyes and her breasts she begins to roll it back and forth between her palms. I picture my cock between her hands, rolled, back and forth. I picture my cock between her breasts as she slides back and forth, up and down until I am spurting in my mind all over them, all over her breasts and then burying my head in them to lick my come off her.

I am hard. I am hard like a rock. I am stuttering. I cannot answer her. She is laughing. It is not cruel. Just amused. Amused at my extreme discomfort, at the sexual agony she is causing in me, knowing I cannot respond. I am asleep. This is a dream. The naked dream. Only worse. I must wake up. I must wake up. I cannot wake up. I must stroke myself. I must relieve myself. I must come. I must come. I must come.

Only it isn't a dream at all. Is it?

I am coming.