[MF] Homeoffice

I sit tensely at my desk.  I’ve been going from call to call for the last 5 hours, trying to sort out my colleagues’ chaos.  The door opens behind me.  “Babe? I just wanted to bring you another coffee”.  I say “One moment please” into my headset in a calm, relaxed voice.  I hit the mute button, and my suppressed tension is suddenly released.  I turn around without getting up and yell at her, “Can’t you see I’ve got enough shit in front of me right now? Don’t fucking bother me! Just put it on the desk and shut the fuck up.”  She puts the cup down on the desk next to me and leaves the study.  I take a deep breath before I unmute myself and continue to discuss the further approach with my colleague.  Five minutes later I hang up and, annoyed, hang the headset over the monitor.  I take a sip of the coffee, which is really good for me.  I feel terrible for taking my anger out on her.  She had nothing to do with it.  She’d just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.  I resolve to make amends for my behavior with a nice dinner and apologize right away when my calendar reminds me that the next meeting starts in 5 minutes.  I curse out loud as I prepare the documents on my desktop for the meeting.

The meeting begins with a horrible monologue about the client’s company.  As if I was interested in how many people work there or which customers they have.  My job is to modernize their systems.  But that’s all the merchant can contribute to this meeting.  The door opens behind me.  After a short moment, the footsteps follow and the door closes quietly again.

She stands behind me and starts massaging my shoulders with both hands. I raise my hand without turning around. A sign that she needs to be quiet.  Followed by the businessman’s boring monologue, the person responsible for the system has his say and tells us how great everything was in the past and that he would like to have a system that is as reliable as the old ones. One could also say that he is demonstrating just how much he has refused technical progress. I mute my mic to sigh. I turn around and the sight of her almost makes me jump up in shock. She only wears red lingerie. I quickly make sure that it is not a meeting with video transmission. Next, I slide the visor in front of the webcam built into my laptop. 

“What the hell are you doing?” 

She replies “I’m just trying to help you? You’re so stressed and tense so I thought I’d help you relax”

I stare at her, trying to find the words, torn between yelling at her and being grateful for her concern.  Before I can decide, I hear my boss finish presenting our company and give me the floor.

I hastily sit back in my chair and unmute my microphone.  I give a short introduction of myself before I present my concept.  Her hands massage my shoulders again and go deeper and deeper.  She slowly undoes the buttons of my shirt while I try to continue talking undeterred.

I’m just examining the benefits of my modern solution when she comes around the chair and starts unbuttoning the rest of my shirt and caressing my bare chest under the fabric.  Her fingers slowly slide from my chest towards the waistband.  I start coughing to hide my breathing, which is getting heavier as she strokes the waistband of my pants.  I glare at her but she just smiles back and slowly gets on her knees next to me and climbs under the desk.

She crawls between my legs and strokes the inside of my leg up into my crotch.  She smiles as she feels the erection on her fingers and slowly undoes my belt.  I keep dropping my gaze to her while trying not to let it show.

Undeterred, she opens my pants and unpacks my erection and gently strokes it.  I end my presentation as soon as possible with the phrase “any questions or comments?”.  As soon as I said it, I muted my microphone “Stop this before I get caught”.  Contrary to my request, she glares at me and hesitantly licks my glans.  I clench my fist in anger at her as the facility manager’s voice draws my attention.  He starts tearing up my concept as expected.  I try to get a word in and to explain to him that he misunderstood some things.  But he immediately interrupts me and denies my expertise because of my age.

My fist clenches even tighter and I fight the urge to bang the table.  I mute my microphone again to curse briefly.  Before I unmute my mic I hear her voice low and hesitant “Babe take it out on me” looks up at me in embarrassment.  I almost forgot about her out of sheer annoyance.  But before I can say anything to her, she has already opened her mouth and taken my penis between her lips.  In the meantime, an email has also arrived from my boss.  There is only one sentence in it “We want the order, stop contradicting!”.  I stare at the message for a moment.  Then I look down at her back and the back of her head.  A “Fuck it” slips from my lips before I grab her hair with both hands and push her head further down.  I just follow the meeting fleetingly as I grab her head and use her mouth like a Fleshligth.  Again and again I force myself to breathe quietly for a moment while I let her breathe, trying to give me any affirmative words so no one thinks I’m absent.

Instead of arguing, I push her head down as low as possible each time, ignoring her reflex to push away.  The meeting passes at an unusually fast pace.  As soon as everyone has said goodbye with the usual words, I impatiently close the meeting.  In one movement I rip the headset off my head and throw it on the desk and stand up.  I grab her hair with one hand and hold her face a little in front of my penis which I quickly rub with the other hand.  In a mixture of cursing and moaning I get a violent orgasm.  I look down at her.  Her mouth is wide open and her entire face is smeared with tears, spit and my cum.  Still, she smiles up at me.  My mood is suddenly better.  “Thanks darling. Go dress up, tonight we’re going fancy dinner”.  Smiling, she shoves the cum around her lips into her mouth and swallows it before getting up and kissing me and happily leaving the office.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vso1jh/mf_homeoffice