Liz lazily turned in her chair, eyes taking in the open plan office – she’d always enjoyed people-watching. She enjoyed noticing the various personalities that shone through in people’s work, some quiet and reserved with headphones plugged in their ears, others loud, their laugh booming through the office. The door to one of the large meeting rooms opened, and a few words drifted out.
“As usual, such a pleasure doing business with you, I think our clients will be *very* happy with the renegociated contract, Greg.”
After a few handshakes, two men dressed in sharp suits walked out, heading towards reception with smiles on their faces. A few seconds later, Greg, one of the lead Programme Managers, stepped out and called out a single word before disappearing back into the room.
“Liz!”
The tension was evident in his voice – he was furious. *Stressed, rather*, thought Liz, *so that’s where I come in.* She stood up and quickly stepped across the floor to the meeting room, shutting the door behind her. She turned around to face Greg, leaning against the meeting room table, arms crossed, his brow furrowed with tightly knit eyebrows. She tilted her head up and stood with her feet shoulder width apart, her hands clasped behind her back.
“How can I help?” she asked.
“Just shut up and come over here,” he snapped, “chest down on the table. And keep your hands behind you like that,” he ordered.
She swallowed, still not quite used to the brazen way in which such sexual orders were handed out to her in this new job, but nevertheless took the few steps separating her from the table. When she felt the edge press against her hips, she bent forwards, feeling the slight pull in her hamstrings until her chest made contact with the smooth wood, the table supporting her weight. She fought the urge to put her hands by her side for additional support, instead tightening the fingers of her right hand around her left wrist.
Greg pushed himself off the table and stood behind her. She shivered as his hand slid under the hem of her skirt, pulling the fabric up until it cleared her ass, leaving her exposed. Her heels pushed her ass up and out, arching her back and presenting her pussy for inspection. A hand landed flat on her ass cheek, the sting echoing in the room and drawing a yelp from her throat. Immediately Greg’s other hand pressed into her back, pushing her into the table and cutting off her breath.
He leaned forwards to growl in her ear, his breath hot on her skin. “I said ‘shut up’. I won’t hurt you – your contract protects you from that anway – I will only spank you five more times. You can count them if you want. But don’t you make a sound. Understood?”
Liz nodded, spots starting to dance in her vision, and when Greg leaned back, easing the pressure on her back, she gasped, taking in a lungful of air. This time when the sting of the hand on her ass shot through her, she was prepared, and remained silent, her fingernails digging a little into the skin of her wrist. With a small grunt of satisfaction, Greg landed another quick slap, her ass jiggling with the strength of it.
*That’s three,* she thought, *just three more to go*. She prepared herself for another spank, but instead Greg caressed her skin, almost gently, caring, soothing. She realised then how tense she’d become, her muscles tight and contracted, and she forced herself to relax, her chest sinking a little more into the table. The next two slaps came in quick succession, one on each cheek, leaving them radiating heat as the blood rushed to her skin.
She braced for the last spank, looking forward to the end of this particular task. Instead of her ass, though, this last spank landed on her pussy, the open hand covering her plump, full lips, fingertips just reaching her clit.
“Aah!” she cried out, as much in surprise as in pain, though the sting quickly receded and left behind a warm feeling.
“For fuck’s sake…” Greg muttered, “if you can’t keep quiet I’ll have to make you.”
His hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her upright, before grabbing her shoulder and turning her around. Liz looked up at him, his face a few inches above hers, the heat in his eyes scaring her a little, her heart beating faster, pulsing at the artery in her neck where she could still feel his fingers as they’d tightened around her mere seconds ago.
A short but sharp downwards push on her head indicated his wishes, and she immediately complied, sinking to her knees, unclasping her hands to reach up to his trousers, struggling to undo them as his already hard cock strained against the fabric. When she succeeded, his manhood sprung out to meet her, the thick, uncut cock making her eyes widen in surprise.
Eagerly, she sealed her lips around the head, flicking her tongue around it, her hand wrapping around the shaft. She lifted her eyes to meet Greg’s, and seeing him tower over her sent an immediate flutter through her stomach, her legs spreading a little by reflex. Still holding the cock in her hand, her eyes still locked on his, she licked up and down the length of his shaft, feeling every vein under her tongue, following the shape of his cock.
When she felt it sufficiently lubricated, her lips found their way back to the head, and she slowly slid her head down, feeling his cock enter her mouth deeper and deeper. As she felt the tip meet some resistance, she closed her eyes and opened her throat, sliding it down, feeling it stretch her almost painfully. She held him there for a few seconds, and pulled back, taking a deep breath.
He sighed in frustration. “This is all well and good, Liz, but I need something more… *active* right now,” he said, grabbing a fistful of her hair in each hand. He directed her head to his cock, setting the tip between her lips. She obediently parted them, and with a grunt he pulled her into him, feeling her body jerk as his cock rammed down her throat.
She squirmed and moaned into his cock as she struggled to breathe, her eyes starting to fill with tears. He relented, letting her pull back to take a breath, before holding her head still and thrusting his hips back and forth, fucking her throat hard and fast. She cringed at the *gluk gluk* sounds coming from her throat, tears now freely running down her cheeks as her lungs screamed for air. Drool started running down her chin, her hands clenching and unclenching into fists at her side.
Greg tightened his hands in her hair, and the tight pull at her scalp registered somewhere at the edges of her consciousness, her mind entirely occupied by the feeling of the cock pushing down her throat, her body putty in his hands as he used her for his own relief.
“Look at you – *unngh* – you’re such a mess… your pretty – *fuck* – make-up running down your face… you pathetic slut, you little cocksleeve,” he snarled, voice broken up by grunts and groans. “You already look like a mess, let’s finish it off,” he said as he pulled out, his hand furiously jerking at his cock as he directed it at her face.
She kneeled there, tongue out and panting like an animal, trying to catch her breath, when the first rope of cum hit her, streaking across her face to land next to her hairline. Within a few seconds Greg was spent, the warm liquid covering her face, over one eye, down her cheek and dripping off her chin and onto her cleavage. He wiped the tip of his cock on her tongue, cleaning it before tucking himself back in and zipping up.
He sighed, “Ahh… much fucking better.” He glanced down at her, as she awkwardly held one eye closed against the cum threatening to enter it. “Go get yourself cleaned up,” he ordered, before turning on his heels and exiting the meeting room.
Through the open door, she could see a few interested faces glance her way before turning back, eyes widened either in embarrassment or arousal, she couldn’t say. She licked her lips by reflex, wincing a little at the salty taste as she accidentally swallowed some cum, and stood up.
She took a deep breath, and headed out to walk across the floor to the bathroom, her hair a tangled mess, her make up ruined, her face covered in thick, white cum. She drew more than a few gasps and stares, but as she walked past Greg’s desk, she could see him chatting and laughing with his colleagues, all previous trace of tension and stress gone from his face and body language.
Liz smiled despite herself at a job well done.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7b03tj/liz_the_stress_management_specialists_second_task
Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/78ferp/the_new_employee_stress_management_specialist_mf/), not strictly necessary for this one.