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I round the corner to the back hallway nobody ever goes down, Mabel and Dipper had told me that they made the back room into a break room and that there was a surprise I should go see. Knowing Mabel it was probably some glitter filled Break Room Opening Party with lots of streamers, Waddles dressed in his best, and of course rainbows in some form or another. The hallways light has been out since I started working at The Mystery Shack two years ago.
Stan hired me because he saw me giving a group of tourists a sham tour of where the Mole People had broken ground in Gravity Falls for their surveillance. He walked up to the back of the group with his arms crossed over his chest and a slightly impressed look on his face. When the tourists cleared out he was quick to congratulate me on duping all the dupes, as he put it. I accepted on the spot, the next day I was giving tours at the Mystery Shack.
In those two years I graduated from some fancy and expensive online college that didn’t amount to much so I’ve stuck around and enjoyed the randomness that every work day brings. During the summer Stan was busy with the usual petty crimes but he did spend more time away from the shack to hang with Mabel and Dipper. That absence has led to a bit of contention since he hasn’t been focusing on gluing more mutant animal attractions together to sell to people, and Soos had been hard at work on a mouse infestation under the shack (come to think of it I hadn’t seen him in a couple days), so I started giving some freestyle tours that Stan felt stepped on his feet a bit.
I think Mabel and Dipper could tell there was a little tension between Stand and I because they started the whole break room project suspiciously around the time Stan started getting ornery about the tours I was giving.
The closer I got to the room the better I could smell the birthday cake candles Mable had lit, this definitely was going to be a little break room party, for sure.
When I come around the corner I realize I’ve never seen this back room before and with it all cleared of junk and boxes and discarded other halves of animals, and that it’s actually kind of cute with the kitchen table and chairs set up, and a recliner with a pink star covered blanket folded nicely on the arm in the farthest corner. Sitting at the table though is Stan, things are still tense after we had an argument on weather or not I should interact with the invisible man when doing a tour. He said the tourists would expect to get touched by him too but I think they’d buy it if I said he’s only comfortable touching me. It went back and forth until Stan tossed his hands up in the air and stormed off in his stiff black suit, yelling and grumbling about how he wishes he could fire all of us.
Stan’s sitting in the chair with his legs manspreading per usual, his back slouched comfortably, one arm on the table with a soda can in hand. He gives me a quick look and goes back to sipping his drink.
I grab a soda from the mini fridge Mable clearly spray painted pink and doused even the interior with glitter. Once I settle into the recliner and kick up my feet I remark, “Well Dipper and Mable really made this backroom look nice, I figured you would have made this room into some other attraction.”
“Yeah, they were really pushing the break room, Mable snuck in my room and whispered in my ear all night that I should let them. It was really creepy. I had to do it.” He sips the soda and takes his fez off to run his hand through is hair.
I decide now is as good as any to apologize, “Look, Stan, I want to-”
But just as soon as I try the door to the break room slams and the sound of whispering and metal sliding makes me wonder if this was some kind of set up.
“Hey! You kids open that door or so help me I’ll-” Mable cuts Stan off, yelling through the crack under the door.
“You guys need to work your stuff out and be friends again, we’re all friends here and that means you talk things out! Dipper got Ford to build some doohickey in there to make you guys feel whatever emotion we want you to so we’re going to make you feel like friends again!”
My eyes widen, this can’t be good, I really don’t want to be trapped in this stuffy windowless backroom with Stan. Just sounds annoying to have to listen to him talk about the invisible man and his habits again.
I hear some beeping and then Dipper yells, “Yeah that setting should work, Mable!”
A panel that looked innocent enough before lights up on the wall next to the door, in big lettering I see “Happy, Adult Closer Bonding Settings Applied”.
I shoot Stan a nervous look.
“Guys you gotta let us out of here I was just going to apologize!” Getting up from the chair I place my soda on the table and try to open the door. It doesn’t budge. There’s some beeping and then a whirring sound seems to grow in the walls. I pound on the door, “Guys, really!”
Not a sound. Seems like they left us to our own devices.
The whirring grows and I cross my arms over my chest. “What the hell is even happening, nothing!”
I look around the room, noting that I definitely do not have feelings of camaraderie like the machine was supposed to give me.
“We’re stuck in here, kid. Don’t blow a gasket over it like with the Invisible Man, will ya?” Stan’s raspy voice sounds especially grating, actually.
I squint my eyes and turn to look at him frustrated.
“You know, Stan, I just don’t see the big deal with the Invisible Man, I’d actually like to never talk about the damn Invisible Man, or say Invisible Man again in-”
My voice stops once the smell of a sweet musk fills my nose and I feel it. I can tell Stan is hit at the same time because his eyes glaze over and the soda can drops from his hand to the table top.
I hold his gaze for a long moment, my mind slowing, and my heartbeat rising- my mind is lost to whatever that smell is. His pupils start to dilate, and I realize we’ve been staring at each other for a long time. While I was starting to rant about the invisible man some more I had stepped somewhat close to Stan to reach for my drink, but was stopped mid reach. I can almost feel the heat radiating off of him from the relative closeness. For a moment my eyes drift down from his and I admire his broad shoulders and chest…
It takes all of my willpower to drop my drink and scramble backwards to a wall. I stand completely still like a deer in the headlights, trying to focus on the feeling of the scratchy wood against my back.
Things are very quiet for the first few minutes except for the pounding of blood in my head.
“So… Yeah. You’re feeling this right?” I try to keep my voice steady at first, but the rest of what I said was breathless.
Stan clears his throat, and I have to look away as he nervously opens up the collar of his buttoned shirt, “I’m starting to think ‘Happy Adult Bonding’ means something… ah, else.”
Hearing his voice breathless and pitched makes the ache in the pit of my stomach roil. I keep my eyes trained on the stars on the pink blanket, using all my mental strength to try and focus on a visual counter of the number of stars as I count them. My mind fails helplessly, somehow I feel like I can smell Stan’s musky scent better, and images of the bulge I’d seen sometimes between his legs over the last two years flash in my head and I turn to face the wall, my face in my hands.
“This is so not cool, Dipper and Mable!” I pound my head against the wall. Every part of my body feels alive like a cut wire. The feeling of my nipples pressing against my sports bra paired with the extreme awareness of my clitoris, I can’t help but internally beg for release.
Those damn kids literally made a machine that’s going to have me fucking a sixty nine year old man today. You’re shitting my dick.
This was not in the job description.
“Heh, I gotta say I haven’t felt this geared up since-” Stan’s voice catches and because he doesn’t continue his sentence I can’t help but peak over my shoulder to see if he’s died of a heart attack. Instead what I see makes me drop to my knees, slumping against the wall as I can’t peel my eyes off of Stan.
His right arm is up, his hand in his hair, the other hand is slowly giving deep rubs to an obviously very large erection through his suit pants. Stan breathes heavily and raspingly, he opens his eyes and realizes that I am watching him through my very much glazed over eyes.
He looks embarrassed for a moment and puts both of his hands up in the air, “God we gotta control ourselves! Robin you gotta find a way to turn that thing off or I’m going to- I, ah, we’re going to do some things- things…” I clearly see his eyes travel all over my body as I’m still slumped against the wall.
I am actually going to rip myself or Stan to pieces if I let myself move even an inch.
“Same kid, same! But don’t say stuff like that, this is already hard enough!”
“Oh, shit I said that out loud?” The confusion that came from that moment is completely forgotten once the words hard enough fully register in my head. My eyes fall to his lap hungrily, I can feel myself becoming unbelievably wet, my brain is melting more and more the longer that machine is on. Somehow my hand found it’s way into my panties to rubbing my clit, I watched helplessly as Stan realized what I was doing. He sat up and robotically stopped himself from standing from the chair, his eyes intensely on every part of my body. Air hisses out of his nose as I continue to touch myself faster and faster.
Stan gets up and looms over towards me at first, but he visibly grits his teeth and furrows his brow and makes himself slump over to the recliner, only a couple feet away from me. He pushes his pants and underwear off and a small voice starts screaming in mock horror as a bouncing erect monster cock is revealed to be what he’s working with. My jaw drops and I exhale exhausted from controlling myself.
He strokes himself with fervor, our eyes meet and a pleasure filled wave of electricity jolts through my body. I must have him. That is all I know. I have to fuck Stan.
Quickly I get to my feet and discard my question mark T shirt. Stan’s eyes bulge out of his head and he jerks up straight in the recliner, his hands grasping at the air towards me. He grabs me by the hips as I’m hurriedly trying to undress with no thoughts in my head, then with a little yank I’m suddenly standing right in front of him between his legs. My breasts at the perfect height in his face.
The feeling of ecstasy that fills my center as his tongue and hands assault my nipples makes me pant and moan in a whining hungry pitch. His breathing hitches and a soft moan escapes his lips that are wrapped around my nipple as I grasp the shaft of his warm cock. It feels thick and velvety soft. I feel his hips jolt into my hand as I slowly start to stroke him.
As I pull away to kiss him a small moment of clarity comes over me when I realize what I’m doing and my hand that was pushing Stan’s jacket and shirt off froze on his broad shoulders.
“Oh god, Mr. Pines, what the hell did Ford make? I can’t stop myself from… um…”
Stan groans and pushes himself away from me then grips the arms of the chair.
“Just get over to the other side of the room and don’t look at me! The kids will be back soon so let’s try to keep it together!” His head is turned up to the ceiling so he can’t see me only wearing my pants around my ankles. He starts pulling his pants back up around his waist.
“And don’t call me Mr. Pines… right now,” he grumbles.
“Yeah, yeah…” I try to reassure myself that I can stay composed but as I take a step back I stumble and fall backwards onto the floor. One of my feet came loose from my pants and my legs splayed wide.
For what felt like a long moment I basked in Stan’s lust filled gaze- he could only look between my thighs at my glistening folds. My stomach did flips thinking of him taking me right now…
Stan slapped his hand to his mouth and screamed into it. “Get it together, Robin! How am I supposed to stop myself when you’re looking all… ready- and such.” His eyes stay trained on my sex, but he does manage to hold himself back.
I scramble up to my feet and bring my pants back up around my waist. “Sorry, sorry! I don’t know how this is going to end Mr. Pines, I haven’t felt this horny before in my life, and I still very much remember my teens.”
Stanley groans and pinches the skin between his eyes. “See, that doesn’t help this any more, I can’t be fucking somebody that actually remembers being a teenager. You’re way too young for an old relic like me, kid.”
I chuckle as I hurriedly put my bra and shirt back on. “It’s only been six years since I was a teenager but still, point taken. You wouldn’t be my oldest though, so don’t flatter yourself if you’re thinking you’re the only mature man to get to second base with me.” I’m not sure why I’m feeling so open about that, perhaps it’s the effects of the machine .
At that Stan puts his face in both of his hands and groans.
“Now is not the time to be saying things like that, sweetcheeks.”
I sit kitty corner from Stan on the other side of the room and hold my knees to my chest to try and focus on the conversation and not the overwhelming need to jump onto… It’s hard for me to get the image of his penis out of my head now. It’s girth and length, I have half a mind to say that Stan used Dipper’s weird magical flashlight to…
Hey, wait a second.
“Stan, your dick looks like you used Dipper’s magic flashlight to… enlarge it. It looks abnormally large,” I say accusatorially. Our eyes meet and he scoffs at my boldness.
“I’ll have you know I definitely have never done that,” he most certainly did do that, days after Dipper and Mable glued the crystal back together Stan had found it on the kitchen table while they were out for the day and had definitely upsized himself very gratuitously.
“But I am very flattered,” he crosses his arms over his chest and smiles lecherously at me. The haze from before slowly returns and I can’t remember why I’m not supposed to be all over him.
“Uhoh, I know that look,” Stan looks nervously around the room, “Robin, look, you’re just too young and I am not about to be taken downtown for assaulting an employee so stay over there, I’m warning ya.”
His knuckles are white from restraining himself. Ever since he had seen her laying splayed out in front of him he couldn’t get the image of her glistening pink skin out of his head. He hadn’t seen a woman wet and aroused like that in a good while. He’d been out of the game when going bare had started getting popular so this was a first for him seeing Robin's bare folds shining in the light. If he didn’t have seventy year old knees he would have jumped on her while she lay ready and open for him on the floor.
My mind wanders back to Stan, my thoughts unable to stay PG. From where I sit I notice the erection in his pants pulsing visibly as Stan rakes his lecherous eyes over me. Before I even know it I’ve given up complete control and I’m across the room and back into his lap within seconds. My hands go back to pushing his jacket off while I grind against the substantial bulge pressing into my sex. Stan holds his hands up, with great effort, and tries to reason with me, “I don’t know if a scrawny doll like you could handle me, I feel like I’ll break you if you let me fuck you!”
“It’s okay Stanley, I really want this, I’m so horny for you,” my mouth travels up and down his neck, tasting him, biting and nipping at his earlobe.
Unbeknownst to me hearing those words shut off all control Stan had, his hands froze on my hips and his mouth went dry. His train of thought derailed into sex filled chaos.
I whisper into his ear, “Please fuck me, I want to feel you split me in half with your cock,” earnest and genuine with my request, and instantly his hands clamp down around my hips and he pushes me down into his lap. The feel of his member pressing against my clit after all the build up, even through our pants, makes me gasp and hiss into his neck. Pushing his hips up into me as he runs his large hands up under my shirt and bra, taking them both off with one deft pull over my head, my breasts are revealed again and that hungry look intensifies.
Stan finds himself in heaven feeling the small handfuls of pale soft flesh in his hands, kneading and enjoying the plumpness of her breasts. Her nipples are hard from arousal, they look bright red in comparison to her creamy white skin. Stan could feel himself getting lost in the haze now, his mouth exploring his young employee. He could admit he’d definitely thought of it before; the little minx walked around in a small question mark shirt that she cut into a belly shirt and little shorts, or tight yoga pants. Of course Stan knew there was never a chance, he was comfortable being the old letch that watched. Robin was certainly a top five fantasy for him since he hired her.
Stan was fully submitted to the machine, and so was I. I couldn’t stop myself as we undressed ourselves, the desire, the need, so primal and out of control. Finally he kicked his pants off and was completely freed.
“You’re panting like a bitch in heat and I can’t focus on anything but getting you filled up toots. You better be on birth control.” His voice sounds dreamy, but he’s still his harsh brash self despite the effects of Ford’s invention.
I bite my lip in anticipation as I poise myself over his erection. He opens up the recliner so he can lay back and give me more room for the ride.
“I thought you would be shooting blanks by now, old man,” I tease.
“Hmph,” his large hands envelope my hips as he pushes just the head of himself into me, then I sink slowly and fully down to his pelvis.
I’m sure I looked dumb struck, my mind completely lost at the utter ecstasy of his cock balls deep in my center. My mouth hung slack and I arched my back as I sat speechless and impaled in his lap.
“I still got it, though you may be right about the blanks. Unh!” He moans as I raise myself and fall back down to the base of his cock. There is nothing but sensation and fullness in the place I find myself. Too big, but too good...
“You feel so good- ah,” I mewl breathlessly, grinding down and feeling his cock rock back and forth through my body.
Stan gets a look of agonized pleasure on his face and his hands pull me against his chest so he can thrust upwards with force.
I cry out at first, his cock bottoming out painfully inside of me, but the pleasure overwhelms every other sensation quickly. I kiss his neck up and down and bite his earlobe, a shiver runs through him and he moans. The taste of his after shave wakes me up a little and I can’t help but pull away a little, our noses inches away. “I promise I won’t tell anyone if you do.”
That lecherous smile returns.
“You got it, doll.” With that he closes the recliner and I get out of his lap. He spins me and pushes me towards the table, I bend at the waist and plant my elbows and forearms on the tabletop. It feels so natural to bend over for Stan, I love feeling his eyes on my body. Looking over my shoulder at Stan I can confirm he is indeed drinking in the view.
“God, now that’s a sight. You’re a ten, toots.”
Stan uses his thumbs to spread my folds and admire the wetness he inspired, I blush and arch my back to give him a better look. He slides his fingers straight down my slit to my clit and he rubs around and to the side for a moment, making my center ache with need.
He can’t take much longer not being in her, so he slowly eases himself in, enjoying every centimeter, noise, and movement she makes. Once he is completely inside her again Stan marvels at how soaked Robin is, how slick and warm and tight she feels. It had been far too long.
I feel so full with him at this angle, I gasp as he starts to pick up a pace, his thighs slapping the back of my legs loudly.
“Thank god Dipper and Mable aren’t back yet, I’ve kind of always wanted to fuck you,” I say between moaning and gasping when he hits every good spot on his way in and out of me.
Stan pauses, and I look back at him. He’s still wearing his white shirt opened only by a few buttons and the shapewear undershirt, the look of mocking disbelief on his face evident.
“You don’t need to lie, kid,” he snorts and pulls my hips back into him, I moan out especially loud. Hopefully Dipper and Mable didn’t stay in the Mystery Shack.
“I’m serious,” I turn around and sit up on the edge of the table, my legs held up open for him, “I didn’t think you were in the game anymore, you never seemed to care when I wore those little jean sho- ung!” He plunges himself back into me with no resistance, I’m soaked. Smelling the mixture of my own wetness with our sweat and his precum makes me dizzy, Stan holds me against him as he slides in and out as fast as he seems to be able.
“Hmph! I might be old, but I’m still just a man, so don’t go thinking I don’t notice your- ugh, body,” Stan’s breath hitches and I feel myself start to tighten and ache around his cock. With my arms wrapped around his neck my legs begin to shake uncontrollably, I’m feeling myself less and less able to fight off the full body convulsions.
“Stan, fuck I’m going to cum-”
I can no longer speak or make out words as Stan intuitively increases his speed and shoves me brutally over the edge.
Stan’s hand comes up to the back of my neck to hold me tighter against him as he languorously thrusts into me, he makes an especially loud grunt into my hair as he follows my orgasm close behind.
I feel him jolt forward into me, leaning us both against the table as he empties a high volume of thick cum into my pussy. His moans and face of rapture make my stomach ache with more want.
“What’d you say about that birth control again?” There’s a humorous edge to his breathlessness. His eyes open and I crash my face to his, kissing him deeply, enjoying the feel of his stubble and the smell of his aftershave as he roughly kisses me back. By the time the kiss ends he’s softened and fallen out of me, covered in the aftermath of coitus.
As the high from the sex slowly starts to fade so does the effect of the machine a little, but I can still feel myself inexplicably needing to sate the need to be on him. For now I’m happy to lay back on the tabletop, legs dangling over the edge of the table, Stan very well may have broken me a little bit. In ways that aren’t exactly physical. I feel completely exhausted.
Stan stumbles a little back into the arm chair and he sighs contentedly once he’s sat back down.
“Yes to the birth control, but you’re, what, seventy? I wouldn’t be concerned otherwise,” I’m still breathless and light headed, but I can string a sentence together again at least. All I can think about is what just happened. “But more importantly, there’s no way we are not doing that again. Was all that the machine or are you really just a fucking tank like that?”
Smiling cockily Stan says, “Kid, age ain’t got anything to do with anything I got goin’ on, trust me… And I’m sure that could be arranged,” he winks when I sit up and start to collect myself.
Desire roils in my stomach again, I feel suddenly ready for more. My eyes zero in on his cock laying soft between his legs, it still looks very large.
Stan groans, “Look I’m probably out for the day if I’m being honest, that takes a lot out of a man my, ahem, age.”
Smiling coyly at him I crawl back into his lap and position his cock upright against my slit. I rub myself against him, grinding up and down as I kiss around his neck and ears.
“I’m perfectly happy just getting myself off like this,” I whisper in his ear, “I’m so soaked I can just rub up on you and cum again.”
“God, you’re just a horny little bunny aren’t you? I don’t mind being used for my body I guess,” he puts his hands behind his head and lounges with a cocky grin.
Feeling like an insatiable animal as I race towards another orgasm I dimly wonder if our little disagreement is a thing of the past. That look of hazy satisfaction in his eyes tells me most likely.
Stan brings one of his hands back around my waist and slides two fingers between my folds, easily slipping inside me. I gasp and fall against his chest as I grow closer and closer to orgasm, his fingers bringing me higher and higher.
“Fuck yeah, baby, cum again for me, I want to hear you say my name,” Stan’s deep rasping voice egging me on brings me there, I curl into his chest, his fingers not allowing me to escape as the pleasure becomes nearly too much.
“God, yes, Stan I’m cumming,” I pant into his neck, my body weak in his arms.
While I’m crying out Stan’s name, Ford throws the door wide open.
“Stanley, did Dipper and Mabel- oh! Oh, Stan, what are you doing? You can’t be having sex with one of your employee’s-”
“Yeah I wanna have a word with you, Poindexter, those kids set that little invention of yours to some horny nightmare and left us locked in here! What do you have to say to that?” Stan was still breathless and sounded affected.
I had jumped off of Stan and pulled the blanket from the recliner around me. Briefly I wondered if Ford was feeling the machine too as his eyes darted from my body back to the wall. I would guess yes. I was certainly still feeling it.
“Ah, yeah, I… nevermind,” my brain was still hazy, I’m not even sure why I tried to join in on telling Ford how I felt. There were feelings building for him the longer he stayed in the room.
Goddamn his stupid Smellutizer.
They’re both looking at me with something in their eyes that makes my stomach ache with want.
Shaking his head Ford turns away and stands in the doorway facing the hall.
He stays looking in the other direction, making sure no one is at the door to see what’s transpired, and punches in a code. The slight smell of heavy pheromone saturated musk fades to nothingness.
My head clears instantly, but I still feel an indescribable desire for more. Despite myself I avert my eyes to the floor, feeling suddenly out of place as I gather my clothes and redress.
“You two should probably feel more like yourselves within the hour, sorry about the, ah, mix up.” And with that Ford is gone again, and the door is left unlocked for us to leave.
There’s a moment of silence until we’re both fully redressed, and I look at Stan, my cheeks blushing bright red.
Stan feels weirdly in a position where he should be caring towards his employee that he possibly just… assaulted? Everything felt very consensual but he just couldn’t be sure, she certainly didn’t have anything to worry about with him.
“Hey, Robin, ah,” he’s holding his fez in front of him sheepishly, a very uncharacteristic look for Mr. Pines. I raise a brow and look him up and down. This is an image I want to keep.
“I hope that you’re feeling okay after, ah, all that.” He makes a waving motion with his hand as if to reference the machine making the both of us act like horny teenagers.
I smile and innocently adjust his ribbon tie, “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
That’s all the reassurance he needed, Stan sighs and makes a joke forbidding Soos and I from using the break room.
“You should be more worried about me trapping you in here again,” I realize what I’ve said immediately after it came out, when I look at him his surprise morphs into an unreadable expression.
He excuses me the rest of the day, telling the kids that the Smellutizer made me sick, and I use the rest of the late afternoon to lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling.
Replaying everything that happened in my head, I wonder what it will be like going into work tomorrow. I still have two days until my weekend and I have no idea if I can be around Stan without jumping him now.
To say I had never been fucked like that would be an overstatement- his roughness, the deep want that emanated from him as he took me roughly from behind. I needed more of that.
I touched myself as I thought of how Stan fingered me so expertly, then fell asleep for the night.