Desk Action

A rather short piece by Rajah Dodger

     I am handling a customer complaint when you come up behind
me, looking stern in your bun hairdo and glasses.  The woman in
front of me barely gives you a second glance as she goes on about
the problems in her room.  I manage to look interested and
reserved at the same time while I pull out a notepad and begin
writing out a report.

     I feel your hands around my waist, moving down sinuously to
my belt.  You start to unfasten my belt and your fingers deftly
slide the zipper down quietly.  If this woman cold see behind the
desk she would be shocked at my unprofessional appearance!  Your
hands slip down my stomach into my shorts and I stifle a sudden
urge to choke, scream and run.  You can't be serious...

     Your cool hands find my shaft, already half-hard, and you
stroke the sensitive head with your fingers.  I'm finding it more
and more difficult to pay attention to the whining woman in front
of me, and the hand caressing my balls doesn't help at all.  I
mumble something in response to the woman.  My handwriting is
getting harder and harder to read...

     Your hands move faster, the left hand gently gripping my
shaft and moving up and down, your thumb flicking the head of my
cock on each stroke.  With your other hand you are playing with
my balls, rolling them from side to side.  Your nails
occasionally scrape deliciously against my inner thighs, and my
cock is throbbing painfully.  I want to move my hips, but that
would alert the customer that something peculiar is going on.
"Young man, are you listening to me?" she snaps...

     I mollify her and ask her to wait while I finish writing up
the incident report.  Thankfully, I feel your hands move with
more purpose now as you stroke me over the edge, cumming
shamelessly into your palms, the excess dripping down over my
balls and in my shorts.  You rub the creamy flow into my balls,
wipe your hands on my ass and pull my shorts and pants back up.

     I take a few deep breaths, make sure my professional smile
is back in shape, and raise my head to finish taking care of the
woman in front of me as you raise my zipper and fasten my belt. I
apologize to the woman for her troubles, and remind her we always
want to have satisfied customers.  I hear a snicker behind me and
turn to see you walking back to your office, sucking on one
finger...