Workplace Lust - Chapter 2
It took over an hour, but your cock finally decided it wasn’t getting into your boss’s sweet pussy today and decided to release all the blood keeping it so hard. Normally you would have gone into the bathroom and handled it, but today you had multiple deadlines and could not spare the time. As such, your throbbing cock (and your bosses’ legs) stayed on your mind all morning as you tried to make your deadlines, making the very last one just five minutes before lunch. If you weren’t careful, you were going to get called into her office, and not for the reasons you wanted. Resolving to not watch and stare at his boss so much (after all, what would your wife say if you got fired for “inappropriate behavior” with your female boss, she would think the worst for sure). And as much as you have thought about fucking her in various positions and situations, you never have, and certainly do not want to get fired, and then divorced, because of a little harmless attraction, especially when there was nothing more to it. So, what if you spent time thinking about her off and on throughout your day. Or that sometimes, when you were having trouble cumming during sex with your wife, you sometimes think of her. Of her lips wrapped around your cock as she stares up at you with adoration. Of her moans slipping out as she slides up and down the length of you. Pleading with you to fill her mouth with your cum…
“Shit, stop it”, you tell yourself, even though you know it is too late. There is nothing to be done now except relieve the pressure in your balls. Apparently, your lunch break was going to be less filling than you originally planned. As you waited for Lennett to get up and leave for lunch (you didn’t want her seeing the bulge in your pants, she would ride you mercilessly. Plus, you didn’t want her knowing you were about to go stroke your cock on company time, in the company bathroom. Its not that you both hadn’t done it, and talked of it before, but that was talk, about things in the past. You didn’t want her knowing you were going to do it, right here and now! What if she decided to wait around until you finished? She would be sure to never let you live it down. And who knows what kind barrel she would throw you over, she might even make you do her work for her. Or wash her car. She had hinted about that before, for their next workplace bet. No, thanks!!! You would just wait her out as you pretended to do more work, as if you were going to work through lunch. Oh, but your cock was so hard and needing release!!! “Why doesn’t she just go”, you think to yourself.
Suddenly you decide you can’t wait. Soon the precum was going to be soaking through your pants, and then Lennett would be the least of your concerns, especially after the rest of the office saw you with a big wet spot over your crotch. I mean, they will think you peed yourself, and that’s probably better than the truth, but still not something you care to live through. So, you adjust your cock in your pants as best you can, trying to make it look not as obvious as it felt, pressing firmly against your pants, waiting to come forth when you unbutton your pants in the bathroom. You are so preoccupied with thinking of stroking your cock as you get up to head to the bathroom, you don’t see Lennett staring at your poorly camouflaged cock bulge. As she gasps audibly, you are woken from your ill-timed fantasies of your boss slowly unbuttoning her shirt for you (a little premature fantasizing already underway as you head to the bathroom), you look over and see her eyes fixed on your crotch, and as you look down at yourself, you see you did a poor job concealing your hard cock in your suit pants.
There you are, frozen, with your friend, and coworker, her eyes locked on your cock. Her mouth is slightly open and suddenly her tongue slides out and lightly rubs her upper lip, her seemingly unaware of the movement. You struggle for something witty to say, to brush the moment off, but it doesn’t come. Time stretches past the moment, yet things remain unchanged. Lennet still staring at your cock, you, frozen in place, unable to move or speak. And then it happens. The one thing that could make this horribly awkward situation worse. As you hear her voice coming closer, you sit as fast as you can back in your cubicle, breathlessly waiting for her to come around your cubicle wall, into your space, near you and your very erect penis.
Hours later, or seconds, it was difficult to determine, your bosses body followed her legs around the corner and into your cubicle. Your company didn’t spring for the big cubicles either. Nope, you were now practically ass’s to elbows with your smoking hot boss crush, and your cock no less hard than it was before, only inches away from her. Her Black Raspberry Vanilla body spray immediately followed her legs into your cubicle, and now you are getting assaulted by both sight and scent, and you think it’s impossible, but you feel your cock get even harder. Your cock now throbbing quickly in time with your heartbeat, it is all you can do to meet her eyes. It takes her repeating her request for you to realize she is asking for the last report you had due prior to lunch you had finished. You vaguely remembering finishing it but cannot for the life of you remember if you had already sent it to her or not. As you stumble and stutter your way through an explanation about the report you do not know if you sent or not, she half leans, half sits on you desk, still staring intently at you while she listens. You keep trying to meet her gaze but can’t manage more than a second before looking away. She seems confused, and a bit concerned, as if you are suffering from some unknown ailment.
With a concerned look at your increasingly strange and frantic behavior, your boss leans over and puts her hand on your arm and asks you if you are ok. As she touches you, as her Black Raspberry Vanilla body spray washes over you, as your cock strains ever harder against its prison, as your heart begins to beat at a speed on par with a hummingbird, you let out the slightest, the smallest, the tiniest moan as you feel the cum rushing out of your cock, filling your underwear, leaking out into your slacks, soaking through for all to see, for her to see.
Everything is silent for what seems an eternity, your eyes locked with your bosses’ eyes, your mouth slightly open, your body covered in a sheen of sweat, you can take it no more, and half run, half stumble past your boss, past Lennett, crouched over as if in pain, desperately trying to cover the growing wet spot from the cum in your pants. Incredibly, you can feel your cock just as hard as before. Even though you came, without touching even, your cock doesn’t seem ready to disappear. As you stumble into the bathroom you know there is only one thing to do. Though you are humiliated at having cum in your pants in front of your boss (and Lennett, let’s not forget how Lennett stared at your cock), you know you still have to touch yourself. You still have to stroke your cock, you still need that sweet relief. Cumming in your pants felt wonderful, but it wasn’t enough, you need to cum again.
As you unbuckle your pants, with fumbling, shaking hands, you pull your cock out, still wet and sticky from your previous orgasm not three minutes ago. As you frantically start stroking it, eyes closed, mouth agape, thinking of the electricity that passed between your boss’s hand into your arm. Feeling the connection from that electricity all the way down to your hard cock being stroked, you know it won’t be long before you can’t hold back again, it wont be long until you can feel that sweet release again. Just as you feel your orgasm coming on, you hear the bathroom door open slowly, hesitantly, followed by a female voice asking if you are ok….
“Shit, stop it”, you tell yourself, even though you know it is too late. There is nothing to be done now except relieve the pressure in your balls. Apparently, your lunch break was going to be less filling than you originally planned. As you waited for Lennett to get up and leave for lunch (you didn’t want her seeing the bulge in your pants, she would ride you mercilessly. Plus, you didn’t want her knowing you were about to go stroke your cock on company time, in the company bathroom. Its not that you both hadn’t done it, and talked of it before, but that was talk, about things in the past. You didn’t want her knowing you were going to do it, right here and now! What if she decided to wait around until you finished? She would be sure to never let you live it down. And who knows what kind barrel she would throw you over, she might even make you do her work for her. Or wash her car. She had hinted about that before, for their next workplace bet. No, thanks!!! You would just wait her out as you pretended to do more work, as if you were going to work through lunch. Oh, but your cock was so hard and needing release!!! “Why doesn’t she just go”, you think to yourself.
Suddenly you decide you can’t wait. Soon the precum was going to be soaking through your pants, and then Lennett would be the least of your concerns, especially after the rest of the office saw you with a big wet spot over your crotch. I mean, they will think you peed yourself, and that’s probably better than the truth, but still not something you care to live through. So, you adjust your cock in your pants as best you can, trying to make it look not as obvious as it felt, pressing firmly against your pants, waiting to come forth when you unbutton your pants in the bathroom. You are so preoccupied with thinking of stroking your cock as you get up to head to the bathroom, you don’t see Lennett staring at your poorly camouflaged cock bulge. As she gasps audibly, you are woken from your ill-timed fantasies of your boss slowly unbuttoning her shirt for you (a little premature fantasizing already underway as you head to the bathroom), you look over and see her eyes fixed on your crotch, and as you look down at yourself, you see you did a poor job concealing your hard cock in your suit pants.
There you are, frozen, with your friend, and coworker, her eyes locked on your cock. Her mouth is slightly open and suddenly her tongue slides out and lightly rubs her upper lip, her seemingly unaware of the movement. You struggle for something witty to say, to brush the moment off, but it doesn’t come. Time stretches past the moment, yet things remain unchanged. Lennet still staring at your cock, you, frozen in place, unable to move or speak. And then it happens. The one thing that could make this horribly awkward situation worse. As you hear her voice coming closer, you sit as fast as you can back in your cubicle, breathlessly waiting for her to come around your cubicle wall, into your space, near you and your very erect penis.
Hours later, or seconds, it was difficult to determine, your bosses body followed her legs around the corner and into your cubicle. Your company didn’t spring for the big cubicles either. Nope, you were now practically ass’s to elbows with your smoking hot boss crush, and your cock no less hard than it was before, only inches away from her. Her Black Raspberry Vanilla body spray immediately followed her legs into your cubicle, and now you are getting assaulted by both sight and scent, and you think it’s impossible, but you feel your cock get even harder. Your cock now throbbing quickly in time with your heartbeat, it is all you can do to meet her eyes. It takes her repeating her request for you to realize she is asking for the last report you had due prior to lunch you had finished. You vaguely remembering finishing it but cannot for the life of you remember if you had already sent it to her or not. As you stumble and stutter your way through an explanation about the report you do not know if you sent or not, she half leans, half sits on you desk, still staring intently at you while she listens. You keep trying to meet her gaze but can’t manage more than a second before looking away. She seems confused, and a bit concerned, as if you are suffering from some unknown ailment.
With a concerned look at your increasingly strange and frantic behavior, your boss leans over and puts her hand on your arm and asks you if you are ok. As she touches you, as her Black Raspberry Vanilla body spray washes over you, as your cock strains ever harder against its prison, as your heart begins to beat at a speed on par with a hummingbird, you let out the slightest, the smallest, the tiniest moan as you feel the cum rushing out of your cock, filling your underwear, leaking out into your slacks, soaking through for all to see, for her to see.
Everything is silent for what seems an eternity, your eyes locked with your bosses’ eyes, your mouth slightly open, your body covered in a sheen of sweat, you can take it no more, and half run, half stumble past your boss, past Lennett, crouched over as if in pain, desperately trying to cover the growing wet spot from the cum in your pants. Incredibly, you can feel your cock just as hard as before. Even though you came, without touching even, your cock doesn’t seem ready to disappear. As you stumble into the bathroom you know there is only one thing to do. Though you are humiliated at having cum in your pants in front of your boss (and Lennett, let’s not forget how Lennett stared at your cock), you know you still have to touch yourself. You still have to stroke your cock, you still need that sweet relief. Cumming in your pants felt wonderful, but it wasn’t enough, you need to cum again.
As you unbuckle your pants, with fumbling, shaking hands, you pull your cock out, still wet and sticky from your previous orgasm not three minutes ago. As you frantically start stroking it, eyes closed, mouth agape, thinking of the electricity that passed between your boss’s hand into your arm. Feeling the connection from that electricity all the way down to your hard cock being stroked, you know it won’t be long before you can’t hold back again, it wont be long until you can feel that sweet release again. Just as you feel your orgasm coming on, you hear the bathroom door open slowly, hesitantly, followed by a female voice asking if you are ok….
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