Workplace Lust - Chapter 7
Workplace Lust – Chapter 7
“I really appreciate you helping Lennett with her headache yesterday, I hope it didn’t cause you to be too late finishing up for the day”, says your boss, as the smell of her shampoo washes over you as she pulls up beside you in the hall the next day. You are both on your way to work in the suite reserved for interviews, and you are in no hurry, so she caught up to you before you arrived at the door. The door to what promised to be a very, very, long day for you.
For today, you are paired with your boss, and to make it even more excruciatingly painful for you, your job today was to be the second interviewer, whose responsibility it is to watch the interview and look for signs of deception, as well as ensuring the primary interviewer asked all the required questions. Overall, the second is just there to ensure no hijinks between interviewer and interviewee. Which means you will be sitting silently all day, and whereas, yes, you are supposed to be watching the prospective employee as well as your boss, you think you know where most of your attention will be today.
“She didn’t make it easy today, that’s for sure”, you think to yourself, as you force your eyes straight ahead as she walks beside you wearing an outfit that is downright unfair for women to be able to wear in the work place. As if she knew the trouble it would cause you, as if she knew the awkward moments that would happen when you would be forced to quickly pull your eyes away, before she could catch you with your eyes locked on her ass, or her hair, or down her blouse. “As if she knew your weakness for skirts and dresses, seemingly like every other day in the office”, you think to yourself. And this was a fair suspicion, as she couldn’t have tailored her outfit today better for what turns you on than this. First, she had her hair different today, small hanging ringlets of curls adorned her face on both sides, while the rest of her hair was in a loose braid over her shoulders. I am a sucker for nice hair, especially when it has a curl or bounce in it.
Second, she was wearing a blouse that had some type of style or design that every time she took a step it seemed to shift, as if her breasts were in danger of falling out. It was a mesmerizing feature, and you already feared your inability to look away for long today. Finally, she was wearing a mini skirt that looked painted on, it was so tight. Oh, it wasn’t unauthorized by your work code, but it stretched what should have been flat out illegal, let alone recommended against, you think, as your eyes follow the curve of your bosses’ hips and around to her perfectly accentuated butt. It didn’t come up her thighs particularly high, but because it was so tight, as she walked it seemed to fold into the cleft where her pussy lay, then back out, and in from the other side, as she alternated her steps. You silently weep inside, even as you attempt to fortify yourself from the temptations of this day. Calling on strength both to not stare all day and do your actual job, but also from allowing your mind to wander today, as it will certainly want to do, given her outfit, and your lack of real work today.
Your first interview is in 20 minutes and you decide to take the extra time to step away from your boss and take per-emptive steps to assist in stopping your brain (and dick) from being hijacked by your boss’s beauty and sexual allure today. You are adamant you will not, will NOT, let your mind wander and fantasize this close to her. You cannot allow any other embarrassment in front of this woman. Having bolstered yourself mentally, you set out to clear the rest of your head and tell your boss you were going to use the rest room quickly before the interview starts. She looks up and makes eye contact as she smiles at you, blasting you with double shots of beauty and sex appeal, and you begin to feel your cock stir in your boxers. “That’s OK”, you think to yourself, “that is why you are going to take care of this now, no more distractions today!”
You close the door behind you, your mind already wandering back to your boss, sitting in the other room, just feet away from you, as you unzip your pants. No need to pull them down, you already know you are close, she has that effect on you. You close your eyes as you grab your cock. As you start to slowly stroke it, you think about walking out of this bathroom, with your hard cock out, walking right up to your boss and slowly slide your cock into her warm, wet, and waiting mouth. You picture this in your head, you hear her moans, she tightens her lips against your shaft and then brings her hand up to stroke the length of your dick when it slides out of her mouth. Now, as you slide in and out of her mouth, eyes locked on yours, her hand starts to also stroke you. You know you can’t last long in her mouth like this, and you still want to taste her, to slide your cock in her. You imagine yourself pulling out of her mouth slowly, letting her lips drag down the length of your penis, but she doesn’t let you. She grabs your ass with her other hand and pulls you into her mouth farther, until you feel her tongue on the underside of your cock, at the base, and you moan thinking about being that deep into her throat, as her hand grabs your ass, trying to pull you even farther into her mouth. You try again to pull away, sure you will cum too soon down her throat, but holds you tight, mouth and hand working your cock, up and down, in and out of her mouth. As she looks up to you, your eyes meeting hers, she seems to be pleading with her eyes, begging with her moans around your cock for you to shoot your load into her throat directly.
Once she sees you aren’t going to go anywhere, not going to pull away as you start to feel the cum rushing up, she pulls her hand from your ass and you watch it pull her skirt up. You moan in your head, and in the bathroom as you stroke your cock faster, watching her slide her fingers directly into her pussy. “No underwear” you think to yourself as her fingers start plunging into her pussy, in time with her other hand stroking your cock. As she feels your body tense, she fingers herself faster, moaning all the while around your cock, she slides another finger between her pussy lips and fingers herself faster. She starts stroking you faster as well, and suddenly your cum is rushing out of your cock, into her mouth. She tries to swallow, but just then her body tenses and she is consumed by her own orgasm. She loosens her lips around your cock as she cries out in pleasure, and your cum starts to spill out her mouth, down her chin, onto her blouse, some even going into her shirt and bra.
As your body is engulfed in your orgasm in the bathroom, with your hand stroking yourself faster still, your cum sprays out everywhere with each faster stroke. No waiting mouth in here, your cum drips down the wall and the back of the toilet seat, with barely any getting in the toilet where you thought you were aiming. As your orgasm in your dream subsides, cum glistening all over your bosses face by this point in your fantasy, she slowly pulls her fingers out of her pussy and reaches up to slide them into your waiting, open mouth. You suck them greedily, and as you imagine the taste of your bosses pussy juices, you open your eyes and see the mess you have made.
“Shit, I am gonna have to wipe all this down before I can go out”. You wonder how much time has passed, as you start to button your pants. You reach for the toilet paper to clean up the cum when you hear a sound that makes you freeze. The door to the suite opens and you hear your boss greet the first interview of the day. You start to panic as you rush, knowing it looks bad you took so long in the bathroom, and are now late in starting your first task today. You finish and give everything one more quick glance and rush out to greet the new arrival.
“I really appreciate you helping Lennett with her headache yesterday, I hope it didn’t cause you to be too late finishing up for the day”, says your boss, as the smell of her shampoo washes over you as she pulls up beside you in the hall the next day. You are both on your way to work in the suite reserved for interviews, and you are in no hurry, so she caught up to you before you arrived at the door. The door to what promised to be a very, very, long day for you.
For today, you are paired with your boss, and to make it even more excruciatingly painful for you, your job today was to be the second interviewer, whose responsibility it is to watch the interview and look for signs of deception, as well as ensuring the primary interviewer asked all the required questions. Overall, the second is just there to ensure no hijinks between interviewer and interviewee. Which means you will be sitting silently all day, and whereas, yes, you are supposed to be watching the prospective employee as well as your boss, you think you know where most of your attention will be today.
“She didn’t make it easy today, that’s for sure”, you think to yourself, as you force your eyes straight ahead as she walks beside you wearing an outfit that is downright unfair for women to be able to wear in the work place. As if she knew the trouble it would cause you, as if she knew the awkward moments that would happen when you would be forced to quickly pull your eyes away, before she could catch you with your eyes locked on her ass, or her hair, or down her blouse. “As if she knew your weakness for skirts and dresses, seemingly like every other day in the office”, you think to yourself. And this was a fair suspicion, as she couldn’t have tailored her outfit today better for what turns you on than this. First, she had her hair different today, small hanging ringlets of curls adorned her face on both sides, while the rest of her hair was in a loose braid over her shoulders. I am a sucker for nice hair, especially when it has a curl or bounce in it.
Second, she was wearing a blouse that had some type of style or design that every time she took a step it seemed to shift, as if her breasts were in danger of falling out. It was a mesmerizing feature, and you already feared your inability to look away for long today. Finally, she was wearing a mini skirt that looked painted on, it was so tight. Oh, it wasn’t unauthorized by your work code, but it stretched what should have been flat out illegal, let alone recommended against, you think, as your eyes follow the curve of your bosses’ hips and around to her perfectly accentuated butt. It didn’t come up her thighs particularly high, but because it was so tight, as she walked it seemed to fold into the cleft where her pussy lay, then back out, and in from the other side, as she alternated her steps. You silently weep inside, even as you attempt to fortify yourself from the temptations of this day. Calling on strength both to not stare all day and do your actual job, but also from allowing your mind to wander today, as it will certainly want to do, given her outfit, and your lack of real work today.
Your first interview is in 20 minutes and you decide to take the extra time to step away from your boss and take per-emptive steps to assist in stopping your brain (and dick) from being hijacked by your boss’s beauty and sexual allure today. You are adamant you will not, will NOT, let your mind wander and fantasize this close to her. You cannot allow any other embarrassment in front of this woman. Having bolstered yourself mentally, you set out to clear the rest of your head and tell your boss you were going to use the rest room quickly before the interview starts. She looks up and makes eye contact as she smiles at you, blasting you with double shots of beauty and sex appeal, and you begin to feel your cock stir in your boxers. “That’s OK”, you think to yourself, “that is why you are going to take care of this now, no more distractions today!”
You close the door behind you, your mind already wandering back to your boss, sitting in the other room, just feet away from you, as you unzip your pants. No need to pull them down, you already know you are close, she has that effect on you. You close your eyes as you grab your cock. As you start to slowly stroke it, you think about walking out of this bathroom, with your hard cock out, walking right up to your boss and slowly slide your cock into her warm, wet, and waiting mouth. You picture this in your head, you hear her moans, she tightens her lips against your shaft and then brings her hand up to stroke the length of your dick when it slides out of her mouth. Now, as you slide in and out of her mouth, eyes locked on yours, her hand starts to also stroke you. You know you can’t last long in her mouth like this, and you still want to taste her, to slide your cock in her. You imagine yourself pulling out of her mouth slowly, letting her lips drag down the length of your penis, but she doesn’t let you. She grabs your ass with her other hand and pulls you into her mouth farther, until you feel her tongue on the underside of your cock, at the base, and you moan thinking about being that deep into her throat, as her hand grabs your ass, trying to pull you even farther into her mouth. You try again to pull away, sure you will cum too soon down her throat, but holds you tight, mouth and hand working your cock, up and down, in and out of her mouth. As she looks up to you, your eyes meeting hers, she seems to be pleading with her eyes, begging with her moans around your cock for you to shoot your load into her throat directly.
Once she sees you aren’t going to go anywhere, not going to pull away as you start to feel the cum rushing up, she pulls her hand from your ass and you watch it pull her skirt up. You moan in your head, and in the bathroom as you stroke your cock faster, watching her slide her fingers directly into her pussy. “No underwear” you think to yourself as her fingers start plunging into her pussy, in time with her other hand stroking your cock. As she feels your body tense, she fingers herself faster, moaning all the while around your cock, she slides another finger between her pussy lips and fingers herself faster. She starts stroking you faster as well, and suddenly your cum is rushing out of your cock, into her mouth. She tries to swallow, but just then her body tenses and she is consumed by her own orgasm. She loosens her lips around your cock as she cries out in pleasure, and your cum starts to spill out her mouth, down her chin, onto her blouse, some even going into her shirt and bra.
As your body is engulfed in your orgasm in the bathroom, with your hand stroking yourself faster still, your cum sprays out everywhere with each faster stroke. No waiting mouth in here, your cum drips down the wall and the back of the toilet seat, with barely any getting in the toilet where you thought you were aiming. As your orgasm in your dream subsides, cum glistening all over your bosses face by this point in your fantasy, she slowly pulls her fingers out of her pussy and reaches up to slide them into your waiting, open mouth. You suck them greedily, and as you imagine the taste of your bosses pussy juices, you open your eyes and see the mess you have made.
“Shit, I am gonna have to wipe all this down before I can go out”. You wonder how much time has passed, as you start to button your pants. You reach for the toilet paper to clean up the cum when you hear a sound that makes you freeze. The door to the suite opens and you hear your boss greet the first interview of the day. You start to panic as you rush, knowing it looks bad you took so long in the bathroom, and are now late in starting your first task today. You finish and give everything one more quick glance and rush out to greet the new arrival.
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