I just got off a long video conference call, just in time for lunch. I wasn’t all that hungry, but my appetite for something else was on my mind. I hit the intercom.
“Hi Joan, is Gabriella around?” I asked our receptionist and administrator.
“Yes Mr. Emerson” asked Joan.
“Can you send her in for my lunch break?” I asked.
“Certainly sir.” she responded, I could hear the smirk in her voice.
Gabrielle hadn’t proved very effective at project management, but she’d found a niche for herself in the company, it was no secret what kept her on the books at our small firm.
I scanned through my emails and a few minutes later, Gabriella opened my office door. She was a woman on the shorter side, in her young thirties dark hair, she always wore a dress which accentuated her narrow waist, and heels, which brought her height up to 5’ 6”. Her v-neck dress exposed the slight swell of her small breasts. She had learned early on that people appreciated her more when she didn’t wear a bra and her nipples could poke through the fabric or become completely exposed to view when she bent forward. She carried a large designer bag over her right shoulder. One of the partners had given her the many thousand dollar bag as a gift.
“You asked for me sir?” asked Gabriella
I smiled at the woman, nearly two decades my junior. “I have an hour until my next meeting, I thought it would be nice to get a little relief from this morning’s meetings.”
“An hour sir?” she asked, her eyebrow raised with her sultry smile. She entered my office, closing the door behind her. Gabriella had dark brown hair and was a fit shapely woman.
“Or thereabout”, I smiled back, with a wink
She sauntered over around my desk, her hips swaying seductively. I pushed back in my chair, rolling away from my desk and turning toward her. Gabriella stepped in close, standing between my outspread legs. I smiled up at her and gently ran my hand up her stockinged knee, stopping just at the hem of her dress. I resisted going higher for a little squeeze of her ass. We had a strict policy about such things. She reached into her big designer bag and pulled out a foam pad. She knelt down, placed it carefully on the floor between my feet, before kneeling on it. I looked down at Gabriella as she set her bag down to the side. I could see straight down the open neck of her dress. Her white breast swelled off her chest, capped with dark ping nipples, the left one openly visible from where I sat in my chair. She reached for my shoes and began to untie the laces. She knew what I liked, I didn’t need to tell her. She pulled off one shoe, then the other, then my socks, and placed them carefully off to the side, a sock inside each of my shoes. Gabriella then looked up at me expectantly.
I stood up from my chair, this brought my hips at a completely inappropriate level with the kneeling project manager’s face. Her small fingers wasted no time in opening the buckle of my belt. Her feminine hands deftly unlatched my slacks and worked the zipper down. She helped my step out of my dress slacks. I folded my slacks and placed them on my desk as the smartly dressed woman worked my boxers down over my partially inflated seven and a half inch cock. I turned back and stepped out of the boxers. I took them from her, our hands gently touching as she passed them to me. That little contact sent a tingle through my body. She unbuttoned the bottom two buttons of my dress shirt as I folded my boxers once and placed them upon my pants.
Gabriella reached into her bag again as I snuck a peak down her dress from where I stood over her. I was always partial to small firm breasts, and Gabriella definitely had just that type. I know a lot of the others occasionally complained about her small tits, but they had to be cautious who they said it to in order to keep out of trouble with our HR department. Gabriella pulled a fresh towel from her bag and set it on my chair, and looked up at me, “Things are likely to get messy”, she grinned.
I sat down on the towel, my ass on the front edge of my chair. My cock was now almost completely erect, and my heavy ball sack draped down over the front of my chair. I wore a thick stainless steel cock ring around the base of my cock and balls. I discovered that wearing it made my cock thicker and my erections harder and fuller. I probably wasn’t doing Gabriella any favors by wearing it, but our policies about personal hygiene were clear, washed and shaved clean within the last 8 hours if you wished to be serviced. There were no rules against cock rings or other jewelry.
Gabriella stuck out her tongue, and with a little challenge, unclasped and removed the two large ball studs that adorned it. “You’d never last an hour if I kept those in.” She smiled coyly, by way of explanation. I grudgingly nodded in agreement with her. Those studs felt absolutely amazing, I could barely last three minutes when I just needed a quick release.
Once she’d put her tongue studs in her bag, Gabrielle wrapped her right hand around the base of my scrotum and firmly gripped my cock shaft with her other hand. She pulled on my balls and stroked my cock slowly.
“Oh fuck”, I groaned, my cock bloated quickly to painfully hard. Gabriella quickly lowered her mouth over the end of my cock, putting her left hand on the inside of my thigh, keeping my balls in a nice firm grip with her right. Using just her mouth, she slowly worked up and down my shaft. She kept a fairly high position, bending at the waist to move her head up and down my cock. “Oh my god, so good”, I groaned in appreciation. It’s always good to praise someone who’s helping you, they tell us.
Gabriella was good at her job, and she definitely seemed to enjoy it. She once told me at the company picnic, after a few drinks, and after her husband had taken their two youngsters to the playground, that she wished she was allowed to masturbate on the job, because she usually got really turned on while performing her duties. I of course, ever the gentleman, empathized with her. She then whispered that she sometimes had to relieve herself in the ladies room. “Its a shame”, I’d said, “that we don’t have anyone on staff to help her.”
She’d giggled, “I know! Right! I have to lick Nancy’s pussy, someone should be there for me!”
I laughed it off, knowing she’d had a couple drinks and the occasion was one of celebration, “Perhaps if you make director or partner” I smiled, and switched topics quickly before she got herself into any real trouble.
I was pulled from my reveries by the amazing pressure of her throat on my cock head as Gabriella’s nose made it to my belly. I was fully leaned back in my chair, head back and moaning in pleasure. She didn’t often deep throat my cock to the hilt, but oh fuck did it feel good when she did. She held herself there, not working her tongue as she felt my cock twitching dangerously close to an orgasm. She’d only been at it for 5 minutes, and had the rest of my lunch break yet to go. After I settled down, she began moving her head again. Drool ran all over my cock and balls, collecting on the towel she’d set out for me.
Gabriella had quickly learned to remove her makeup as soon as she got to the office, although I’d heard a rumor that our CFO liked to see her first thing in the morning before she’d removed her makeup and enjoyed helping her get a start on it. But no matter how hard a day she had, she looked all dolled up and beautiful after freshening up before heading home for the day. After ten minutes of working my cock close to another orgasm and back down again, thick slobber was hanging off her chin and my balls and belly were soaked. Snots rand down her nose and tears streaked her face. Her eyes smiled at me when we made eye contact. Sometimes I liked to watch her beautiful face, but mostly I just laid back and enjoyed it.
Once she started, Gabriella’s mouth never came off my cock. I didn’t know how she did it, but the girl was skilled and worth every penny of her salary.
After twenty minutes of working my cock, my legs were twitching uncontrollably and my hips bucking in tiny thrusts. My hands, seemingly on their own volition, reached to grab her head. There were rules against that too, but she never complained about it, and if I got too carried away, that ever present hand on my balls would squeeze just a bit harder than necessary and I’d get the hint. Once she’d gotten me to this point, I was completely in her control. She’d suck hard and bob, change her tempo and pressure. Sometimes, just stop and lash the underside of my cock with her tongue. I was lost in pleasure, cursing and moaning. Little did I know that I was so loud that Joan could hear it all. Later she told me that I was begging Gabriella to make me cum, and I’d called her an evil succubus before spouting total gibberish. By that time, my entire body was shaking and there was still thirty minutes left in my lunch break.
Luckily, Joan knew my one o’clock was important and that she’d better make sure I was of sound mind and body by the time the meeting started.
Joan slipped through the door to my office at 12:35, “Mr Emerson, don’t forget you need to be ready for your one o’clock”, she said to me. It was apparent that I was utterly lost the pleasure’s being administered to me by Gabriella. Joan walked behind my chair and knelt down so she could make eye contact with the woman. She didn’t usually get anywhere near this close to my cock, but she felt she needed to make an exception today.
The two women’s eyes met, Gabriella’s moist with tears and her mouth full of thick cock, Joan’s full of concern. “Gabriella”, she said, “he needs time to recover for a very important meeting in twenty minutes. I know he wanted your services for the entire lunch break, but I don’t think that will be beneficial. Do you think you can finish him off in the next five minutes?”
Gabriella gave Joan a wink and a head nod, she hadn’t lost a stroke on my cock the entire time. Joan half smiled, half grimaced in acknowledgement and was about to head back to her desk, but decided to hold for just a minute. Just to make sure Gabriella was going to follow instructions.
Gabriella picked up the pace and depth of her thrusts just a bit, Joan couldn’t tell, but she also began lashing her tongue against my shaft with greater speed and pressure. My orgasm once again built. Gabriella gripped my balls tighter as they tried to pull up into my body in preparation for blowing a huge load of sperm laden cum. She knew all the signs of when I was going to explode. I began changing “fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”, Joan had to quickly shut the office door so my shouts didn’t disturb the rest of the office. She quickly came back to kneel behind me, watching as our project manager worked my now 8 inch cock all the way down her throat with each downward motion of her head. My body was quaking like an 8 magnitude earthquake as I finally exploded. “OoooHHH…. fuuuuuuckkkkkkkk….OOOOHHHHH!” I bellowed out. Gabreilla had buried her face in my belly and I gushed torrents of cum into the back of her throat. The tip of my penis was lined up with her tonsils and I sprayed a powerful jet of cum directly into the back of her nasal cavity. Gabriella was a true trooper and kept her head down on my cock through rope after rope of cum released from my body. Most of my cum ended up in her tummy, but a fair amount dripped from her nostrils and pooled on my belly. Joan watched in fascination as the last of my orgasmic contractions subsided and cum leaked from her colleagues nose.
Gabriella pulled her head off my softening cock and I slumped in my chair like I’d been shot. Her face and my cock, balls and inner thighs were all a total mess.
Gabriella pulled up the hanging end of the towel and started patting my thighs and balls dry. Joan instinctively grabbed some tissues off my desk and reached forward to wipe the cum off Gabriella’s lip. It was a tender gesture, one she’d not expected from Joan.
“Thanks,” she said to my administrative assistant. Letting the woman wipe her face clean. Gabriella then finished drying my cock and balls off, leaving the cum on my shaven abdomen. Joan watched wide eyed as Gabriella lowered her head toward the pooled cum. The two women’s eyes locked as Gabriella pursed her lips and slurped up the last of my cum. Joan let out a little gasp. Gabriella had to break eye contact then so she could make sure she’d gotten the rest, if any of my cum. Once she was satisfied that she’d gotten it all, she finished toweling me off.
Joan was noticeably flushed at this point and stumbled over her words, “I know its in the manual, I mean, I know you’re supposed to… um… you have to swallow.. Um.. but, I didn’t.. I didn’t think…”
Gabriella cut her off. “You didn’t think I had to swallow cum that wasn’t in my mouth?”
“Um… well, yes..” answered the flustered Joan.
“You’d be surprised where it can get.” answered Gabriella nonchalantly, “On their shoes, pants, my hair, on the floor, their desk.” she shook her head with a hint of mirth. “Its just part of the job. At least HR makes them shave their pubes, so I don’t have to get hair in my mouth.”
By this time I’d been fully aware and observing the women’s interactions. I looked at the clock, it was 12:45. I stood up and grabbed my boxers and slacks off the top of my desk.
“Joan”, I said, “I have to go to the bathroom. Why don’t you take over as interim director for the rest of my lunch break.” I pulled my chair back and patted the seat for emphasis.
Joan looked at me, then at the chair, then at Gabriella, who was still kneeling in front of my chair, using the towel to wipe up any slobber that had gotten on the floor.
Gabreilla looked up inquisitively.
“That’s legal isn’t it?” I asked her. “She’ll be acting director for the next fifteen minutes.”
Gabreilla shrugged her shoulders, “So long as she meets the other requirements, I suppose so.”
I glanced at the deeply flushed Joan. “Well, did you shower and shave today Joan?”
Her eyes snapped up to me, wide eyed, mouth agape. All she could do was nod assent.
“There you have it, acting director Joan, you’re entitled to the services of our on staff stress relief project manager. I suggest you not waste any more time.” I turned the chair into the back of Joans knees and pushed her down onto the seat.
Gabreilla wasted no time in reaching up under the fit fifty year old woman’s dress. Joan lifted her hips without even thinking to help the younger woman peel her simple nylon panties down her legs. I stepped into my boxers and slacks, buckled my belt and picked up my shoes and socks. By the time I was dressed enough to head to the men’s room, Joan had her thing shapely legs draped over the chair’s arms and Gabriella’s face was buried in the older womans bald cunt. Joan’s dress was hiked up to her belly button. I’d never seen her nude before, I’d always admired how the woman, having had no kids had kept her youthful shape into pre-menopause.
I glanced at the clock, it was 12:52, “I’ll take the meeting in the conference room, Director Joan”, I said, her half lidded eyes met mine. “I’m leaving you in charge for the rest of the day.” I smirked and gave Joan a thumbs up. She shuddered through her first orgasm of her life on the mouth of a woman and then gave me a nod of acknowledgement before I slipped through the door, enjoying a little chuckle with myself. God I loved working for this company.