Relieving Stress at Work

I had just hurried out of the restrooms and almost made it to my desk when the boss calls me in to see him in his office. My cheeks are still flushed from the climax i had just given myself in the stall, but i compose myself and, professionally, walk in his office with my notebook and pen, ready for his instructions. As i stand in the middle of the room, my boss, who had been holding the door open for me, closes it and walks around me to sit on the ledge of his desk, with his arms crossed. He does that when he has something important or confidential he wants to discuss with me. I eye the armchair near him as i anticipate a long discussion but before i can ask him anything on the current pending account, he says nonchalantly to me, "I know what you've just been doing."

I'm surprised and confused and just give him a puzzled look, bracing myself for some bad news. My boss sighs and comes forward to stand a couple of feet from me and tilts his head to look at me, or rather scrutinize me. I start to feel uncomfortable and offer the tentative, "Hmm... Sir?" to prod for more information about the nature of his behavior. Instead of saying anything more, he just slowly walks around me to stand right behind me. There, he stops and wishpers in my ear, "I know what you've just been doing in the bathroom." I blush but bluff my way with an innocent inquiry, "What do you mean, sir?" His answer is just a question, "You're right-handed, right?" and lift my right hand to his nose and sniffs my fingers. I am so shocked that i forget to move for a moment, then i pivot around and pull my hand free from his hold. I glare at him and ask him what the meaning of this interview is all about. He simply smiles and makes a full turn around me to face me once more and says, "I'd like to help you release your stress. I know that i've been putting a lot on your plate lately with this new account. So, it's only the right thing to do to make sure that you are coping well with the added responsibilities."

At first, i am appalled by his insinuation but a part of me suddenly becomes very aware of his physical proximity and my mouth instinctively salivates in response to the tone in his voice. Fiercely, i continue to feign ignorance, "I hadn't realized that i was showing signs of stress, sir. But i do appreciate your attentiveness and offer of assistance. I am doing well on my own, 'coping,' as you said. I don't think there's anything that you could do to help. It's only a matter of time until we secure this account and things will go back to normal." My boss probably anticipated my response because he smiles brightly and responds, "I know that you would prefer to handle things you own way, as you always do things around here, but, as you know, this account is very important for our new campaign and I need you to be at your very best." He goes on to add, "Certainly, if you feel the need to release yourself with masturbation sessions in the restrooms, the least I can do is to offer you a better, more suitable environment for those sessions. As you can see, there's a couch in here and I would assume that my chair would be lot more comfortable than the toilet seat you might use." I gasp at the words and can only look at my boss dumbfounded, with my mouth half opened. He takes advantage of the situation and bends down to kiss me on the lips lightly. I see a bit of blush on his face too when he pulls back. Is he suddenly embarrassed? Was that some display of insecurity in his eyes? I don't say anything at all, still pondering at what he had acknowledged, with a little frown on my forehead. And then I nod to admit to my actions but he interprets that as my okay to proceed with this interrogation. Again he steps around me and brings his hands down to unbutton my shirt.

I am so startled by the action that i don't say anything until he's quickly done with opening the front of my shirt, and I finally understand his misunderstanding. I start to protest but his right hand has already found its way under my bra and my treacherous nipple lurches to life in respond to his touch. All I can do in that instant is to suck in some air and close my eyes as I feel my body respond to the stimulation. Unconsciously I lean back against his body and feel his arousal right behind me. His other arm has snaked around my waist as he continues his tease of my nipple, causing my head to tilt to the side and he kisses my neck, sending shivers to my toes. I am aware that this should stop but the only thing that comes out of between my lips is a moan and his other arm slides down the lenght of my thigh to pull my skirt up to one side. My boss' fingers find their way to the opening of my pussy and i bend forward, pushing my ass into his erection. The notepad falls onto the floor with a thud sound. This brings us both back to reality and to realizing that we need to breathe. In that moment, we freeze in our position, suddenly very aware of what has happened between us.

Slowly, he brings his hands back and gently pushes me a bit away from his hardened body. I then realize that i'm panting and straighten myself to my full petite height. He mumbles something that could be an apology or a curse and steps away from me. Suddenly I whirl around and pulls his face down for a kiss. His arms automatically come around me and we stumble back against his large desk, enthralled in our exchange with tongues and lips. Still kissing, i sit on the edge of the desk with my legs apart and he instantly pushes my skirt up so his fingers can tickle me at my opening. He breaks the kiss from my mouth to plants a trail down my throat to my chest and, as he continues down, he pulls down the front of my bra to free my breasts, which automatically respond to the cool air in the room. I arch my back as he settles his face between my leg. I moan the moment his lips touch mine. His warm tongue probes open my pussy and searches for my clit. His hands rest on my thighs to keep my legs apart but then he brings one of his hands closer with an intense caress and shoves two fingers right inside my wet pussy. I arch more and curl one leg against his back while one of my hands clutches at his hair. He licks and teases and bites and kisses until I am near the brink of a climax. I push him away and pull him up, confused, to me so I can plant a kiss and savor my own moisture on his lips. With one hand on the desk to stabilize our bodies, his free hand goes right up to one of my free breasts and he starts massaging it. We continue to kiss hard as i hump myself against his erection behind his pants. My fingers finally unfasten his belt, pull the zipper down and cup his naked throbbing cock right inside his pants. I push him off me and lead him to his chair where I push him down.

I give him a seductive smile and say, "I'm not the only one with a lot of stress, sir," as my mouth engulfs his hot cock. He can't say anything and simply props his head back and moans in agreement. I suck and lick and kiss as he holds my hair in a bundle to help me stay closer to him. I can feel him close, the pulse of his cock against my tongue inside my mouth. I take a hold of his balls and give him a last lick before I stand up in a straddling position before him. I lower myself forward and shove my demanding breasts in his face and get rewarded by his instant attention to them. I close my eyes and moan.

My pussy is soaking wet and hot (like right now) and I can't stand it anymore. I want to impale myself on his cock and just ride him right there in his executive chair, but instead I step back, breathing heavily, and put my hands beside me on the desk, inviting him to come to me instead. He doesn't hesitate and stands up to grab me and pull me close to him, with his cock pressing right at the opening of my pussy. "So, how should we release this stress, sir?" He chuckles, pulls a condom from his top drawer -- who knew he even keeps stuff like that so readily available -- and tears it open with his teeth. He hands it to me and I quickly unroll the condom down his shaft while he closes his eyes and kisses my forehead. When I get to the base, I gently tugs at his balls and this causes him to suck in some air and smile at me. He presses forward but I keep him at bay with my hands on his chest and my mouth asking for a kiss, which he obliges with passion. But our bodies want more and he fights my hold by coming even closer. I suddenly break the kiss, gently push him back and turn around to bend over the desk. The surprise from my action quickly turns to understanding and a newfound pleasure. He simply shoves his needy cock inside my own needy pussy and starts pumping. My nipples brush against the top of the cold desk and I shout for more pounding. One of his hands leave my hips and he grabs my hair back as I arch my back for more sensation. He leans forward, pulls my hair to one side so I can offer him my lips and continues to thrust in rhythm with my own humping. I can't stand the kiss anymore as I come close to my orgasm and need my mouth free to scream. As I begin to let out my satisfaction, my boss puts a hand over my mouth to muffle my cries and pushes forward one more time to erupt his release inside of me. ...

A few moments later, he gently pulls himself from on top of me as our breathings calm down. ... I am standing straight, composed, in the middle of the room, facing him on his chair and say, "You were right: this new account has been stressful. Perhaps, we could discuss new strategies about it later." My boss' smiles and only replies, "Yes, the couch seems a perfect place for that."