‘That fucking client’ I start, you look up at me, I’ve loosened my tie, which is not something I often do, you can’t remember not seeing me in a suit, white shirt with button down collars, Windsor knot tie and a tailored suit. ‘She expects delivery of the program by 8 o’clock tomorrow morning, which is fucking impossible, and she knows it, she is just pissed because I won’t fuck her old ass’. I kick a chair, it hits a partition and rattles to the floor. The client is super important but there’s a middle manager holding our account.
You haven’t ever seen any emotion from me, let alone kicking a chair nearly through the roof, this is obviously under my skin and you understand the account makes a good amount of money.
You are a little perplexed at me ranting and pacing around the office, I’m clearly stressed out, and need to focus to get the job done. But I’m locked in a cycle of rage and frustration. It won’t do at all, you think. We need to focus and get the work done, despite it being nearly six in the afternoon.
You have an idea; ‘order some pizza and wine, we’ll take a break and then put in an all nighter’. it’s a really good suggestion and just what I need. I walk out of the office to pick up the wine. I wouldn’t be getting any work done and the walk and fresh air will calm me.
You look over the client brief, you know we can save the company if we focus and get the work done, you know it would be hard for me to pay you back for such effort, but you’ve wanted a favour from me a long time now, you know I’m good for them.
Twenty minutes later I come back with some wine and paper cups, which I immediately drop, the wine bottle breaks on the stone floor, when I see you bent over my desk. Your summer dress hoisted up and your ass in cute white panties sticking up like a rising sun. ‘umm I err’ I stammer, always slow to realise what you want.
‘you need stress relief boss, or we won’t make the deadline’. You grip the edge of the table. I don’t need to be asked twice, you’ve seen the lingering look down your top, or at your calves, or at your ass, or the lingering eye contact, or wanting to touch you, yea, you picked your mark well.
With both hands I pull down your underwear, you’re a little wet, and I pull your ass open. First my tongue is in your pussy, exploring and probing, I jack my head back and forth, tongue punching your puss, it feels like you thought it would and you feel your soul start to float above your body.
My attention shifts and I tongue fuck your asshole, to loosen it up. As you want to push back I stand over you, my hand straight in your back and I push my cock into your pussy. I fuck you like that holding you down for five minutes of hard pounding.
You try to push yourself up and I grab both your arms, pulling them behind you and pin them both against your lower back with my left hand. My right hand holding the back of your head, pushing your face into my desk. My cock slips out of your pussy and enters your ass.
You can’t contain and scream ‘fuck sir, you’re an animal, fuck, oh God’. My hand goes over your mouth and you feel me cum inside your ass, the hot jizz just keeps coming. You’re cumming too, trying to push back but you’re held firm.
There’s a buzz from the intercom, I quickly pull on my pants and grab my wallet, I run out to meet the pizza guy, you lay on my desk unable to move, thoroughly fucked and full of cum.
We eat the pizza and drink the wine together, touching, laughing, happy we got the sex out of the way. We finish soon and you tell me your plan to get the program done. I see the idea of it, and we get to work. We finish before 3am and head down to the garage.
You climb in my car to get the lift home and I only say one thing.
‘That was a fucking good idea on the program delivery” you saved my company’.
You smile, you know already. ‘our company’.