It had only been a week but it felt like forever. Minor inconveniences and small annoyances were now full on temper triggers. Small talk in the office kitchen while making the tea wasn't pleasant anymore. He just wanted to tell everyone to shut up. Needless to say he was a little tense. And with good reason.
It was this time last week she got him all worked up. Naked, hard, ready to go. But no, she denied him and forbid him from even touching his near-permanent hard cock. He could go home and sort himself out no problem but somehow he thought she would know, she was good at that sort of thing. Plus it was a major point of pride for him to last as long as she deemed necessary, he couldn't let her win.
She wasn't making life easy for him though. A dropped pen and a suggestive bend over, one button too many undone on her blouse, the very definition of a tease. Only a few days ago had he taken her tea and there she was eating a banana and eye fucking him. And just yesterday he saw her extention pop up on his desk phone, only for him to answer and be greeted by deep moans.
"You better not go putting your ear to the wall listening to me thinking about hard and frustrated you must be right now," she wasn't in the room but he instinctually put his hand to his crotch. Yep. Rock hard.
She hung up and he did exactly as she predicted. He could hear each breath, each wave of pleasure. He'd never reached orgasm without some form of physical stimulation. He thought he might manage it here before someone burst into his office which caused him to rather clumsily fall to his chair, hands hovering over his suit trousers and looking a little flustered. He could have sworn he heard a laugh from the office next door but he couldn't be sure. One thing was for sure though and that was that this was too much. It's all fun and games until it effects his bottom line and his team had been suffering as a result of their manager's rather ragged temperant recently. He'd arrange a meeting.
"Tea at 2 today. Can we chat?", the email read. He was asking politely and giving her no room for power games.
"Of course darling. I do love our 'chats'. Strictly business, yes?"
"Naturally," he responded. All of a sudden he was nervous. The daily teases had turned to tortures, his balls couldn't take anymore. The thought he might get a release was nauseating. He didn't have a professional power card to play but he was working on that. She wasn't the only one with friends in high places.
A knock at the door. She never tired of that.
"Come in darling," since she'd flipped it back to her favour she was a lot more flowery with him and dropping the professional pretence. All smiles and 'darling's yet everything drenched with a wicked intent. Playing innocent yet anything but.
He placed the tea tray on her desk. Put her cup in front of her and took his seat. It was routine now. She'd gotten used to it, she liked it. The simple gestures that remind him of his place beneath her. He wasn't his usual confident self either but he was calm, despite the semi already forming in his trousers at the very sight of her. Hair pinned up, lips bright red, her not quite opaque white blouse revealing a strappy leopard print bra beneath.
"So," he started. He paused. Eyes on anywhere but her.
"Cat got your tongue darling? Thought you'd be used to these chats by now."
"Yeah you see that's the thing. I'm just going to level with you. I have a team to run, a job to do. You've got me in here twice a day bringing you tea while you do whatever you've concocted to get me worked up. Yeah sure it's fun but this is affecting my work and-"
"Oh this is affecting your work is it? Oh poor darling, I had no idea! I was just having a bit of fun. This isn't fun for you?", something was very wrong. She took that far too well, he thought. He'd been stung before. He shot her a sceptical look before replying.
"Yes sure it's fun. I mean, no. Well, it's difficult! I've got an erection 90% of the time, keep finding myself in embarrassing situations but I still want to maintain... 'business relations' you know? I just thought-."
"You thought what? We could go back to the good old days, me under your desk, you ruining my make up as I gag on your cock sliding down my throat?", she was right on the money and he was rock hard again. He never knew his dick could reach such a solid state.
"Yeah, I just tho-," she cut him off mid-sentence again.
"Stand up. Clothes off," she said, almost bored with how routine that had come to sound. He had a point and not just the one begging to get out his trousers. She loved the feeling of a hard dick inside her. She had her professional security and what he didn't know is that she wanted the feeling of a diamond hard dick inside her as much as he wanted a release.
He silently and begrudgingly started taking his clothes off. His cock at attention, you could use it as a towel rack. Steadfast.
"Lie down," she commanded. She'd been seeing to herself but it had been a long week for her too. She'd get what was hers. She took his cock in her hands, she hadn't done anything before he let out a moan. It had been longing for touch.
"You want release don't you? You want to feel my warm and wet pussy wrapped around your cock. You want to cum in me, harder than you've ever cum in your life," she ran the tip of her finger around the head of his pulsing member, already leaking pre-cum.
She think he wanted to answer 'yes' but his brain was too scrambled to form even a single word response. She climbed on top of him. Her nude stockings becoming apparent as her skirt rode up. They made her legs look fantastic. He ran a hand along her thigh, going over the lace top, expecting her to bat him away or pin it down at any moment. But it never came.
"You like touching me, don't you? Finally getting your hands on me after a week of stocking tops and knicker flashes," she was on a roll. But at this point she could have been reciting Bible verses and he'd still be hard and moaning.
"Oh yes! Please," he managed.
"Please what?"
"Please boss! Please!"
A smile formed in the corner of her mouth. She took his roaming hand and planted it firmly on her sopping wet cunt which was just as ready as his cock. He let out a a high pitched gasp, his whole body tingled with anticipation. She parted her matching leopard print thong to the side and started rubbing his cock with her pussy. She got close to his ear. Her hot breath on it sending little jolts of pleasure through his body.
"Oh darling, you could have had this anytime you wanted. All you had to do is ask nicely," as she finished she guided him inside her. He let out an inhuman gasp as she enveloped him. The sensations he'd felt many times before with her amplified by a magnitude he never thought possible. She felt similarly. She'd had this dick before but not like this, it was hard and unforgiving the same way sex toys sometimes feel. But it was warm and throbbing and attached to man she had in the palm of her hand. Her human dildo.
She started slowly bobbing up and down. She was dripping with wetness but she didn't keep the pace for long. Quicker and harder she went before she was coming down on it with full force, every thrust filling every inch of her. Both of them wanted to be loud but being in the office they were reduced to long extended moans that constantly overlapped. His toes started to curl, she had one of his arms pinned but she couldn't keep her fingers from wandering, her whole body restless and lighting up.
As the pleasure built between them a bomb of a weeks worth of frustration and anticipation was ready to detonate at any moment. The consideration they'd given to the noise was well and truly out the window as they panted louder and louder in each others ear.
"I'm gonna cum!", he said, his face contorting as he spoke.
"Oh fuck me too!", she cried, her face awash with pleasure.
There was a simultaneous moaning for a brief few seconds as he shot his load. It went for an eternity, each wave of his orgasm helping him feel lighter and lighter as his frustration melted away and was replaced with physical contentment.
