Seduced by the Hr Manager

Dave knew has was going to be fired. He received an email from the HR Manager requesting he come by her office. It was all very cordial and diplomatic of course, but he could read between the lines.

He made the walk from his cubicle to HR. Human Resources. That innocuously named department responsible for getting rid of employees that don't quite fit with the team.

Her office door was open. "Uh, Jenn? You wanted to see me?"

The woman seated at the desk was focused on her laptop, her dark eyes darting back and forth. Her auburn hair was in a neat updo. She wore a smart blazer that showed off her ample bosom, with a single button undone to show off a hint of cleavage. She turned her attention towards him with a disarming smile.

Seeing her around the office was always a pleasing diversion. He was going to miss her.

"Dave, great! Please have a seat. Oh, and close the door."

The door clicked shut. He knew what was coming.

"You'll have to forgive me for jumping right in, but this is a matter of some urgency. I've received a serious complaint about you."

Was it a joke he made? Or was he too aggressive in meetings? He settled in the chair in front of her desk.

She continued. "I hope this isn't embarrassing, but the complaint is," she looked to her laptop and read aloud, "Dave's erections are too pronounced and too obvious."

Dave leaned in, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Your erections. Some team members have noticed them and it's making them uncomfortable."

"What? Who?"

"You know I can't say. Anyone could've noticed, it's quite large."

Dave scoffed. "You're firing me over an erection?"

"What? No. No one is getting fired. I called you in here to have a brainstorming session on how to deal with these erections." She bit her lower lip and smiled.

Dave scratched the back of his neck, uncertainty crossing his face, but he was intrigued. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I've prepared a list of items to go over. But first, I'd like to hear your thoughts." She leaned forward, searching Dave's face.

"My thoughts? On how to deal with erections?" He raised an eyebrow. "Okay..."

She remained silent, waiting.

He coughed, "I suppose I could masturbate more." He examined her face, hoping to discern some hint about her intentions- was she being flirtatious, or just plain clueless?

She remained enthusiastic. "Ok, a good first thought, but let's put that aside for a moment."

She stood and walked around to the front of the desk. Dave had a brief sidelong view of her ample posterior, contained within her tight pencil skirt. The skirt ended at her knees, with sheer black pantyhose finishing the journey into her heels.

She leaned on the edge of her desk in front of Dave, giving him a complete view of her figure, a figure that was no doubt responsible for some of his workplace erections.

"So, Dave, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend? No, not really."

"Oh?"

"She suggested we take a break."

"I see. So she hasn't been taking care of you. What do you do for relief?"

"What do you mean?"

She smiled, "You know what I mean. Any women on the side? Any men?" Her pupils flashed down to his crotch.

"No, nothing like that. I just jerk off."

"That's no good. Wouldn't you rather have someone help you with that?"

He wanted to suggest that she could help him. That she was the focus of so many of his lewd thoughts. But that felt too bold, too risky. "I manage fine on my own."

"But it's usually more fun to get a little help, don't you agree?" She leaned forward and pushed her chest out.

Dave took in her cleavage, readjusting to accommodate a growing erection. Often, he wondered what it would be like to rip open her blazer and grab her tits, to bend her over a desk, hike up her skirt, and take her roughly from behind. To feel her warm cheeks slamming into him. But that was just a workplace fantasy, destined to remain unfulfilled. "What did you have in mind?"

She slipped one foot out of her heel and maneuvered her foot into Dave's crotch. "What do you think of this?"

Her toes were visible through the sheer material. She curled them around the surface of his pants, feeling the shaft and the tip. Dave grew to the extent possible in the confines of his pants. The soft sound of cloth rubbing against cloth filled the space between them.

Dave's uncertainty vanished, and he was ready to escalate the situation. "That's good, but it really isn't helping to reduce my erection." He could only hope that she had the same end goal in mind.

"Excellent point, Dave." She withdrew her foot and dropped to her knees, settling in between his open legs. A fresh floral mix of her perfume and shampoo drifted up, surrounding him.

Her fingers worked the button and zipper at his crotch. She found the warm shaft, freeing it from the confines of his boxers.

She pressed her lips to his tip, then used her tongue. Around the tip, down the shaft and back.

Dave was silent, afraid to make a move or even exhale, like this was some dream or a mirage, and any disturbance would cause it to vanish. He let her work.

She went deep; Dave moaned.

She came back up and looked at Dave, putting one finger up to her lips, letting out a gentle shush. Dave nodded, understanding he had to stay quiet. Through the door, telephones and muffled conversations could be heard.

One of her hands disappeared down the front of her skirt. The auburn bun bobbed in his crotch.

He looked at the ceiling, focusing on the sensation of her tongue. The wetness, the pressure applied to just the right spot, that was her, a wild side that until now had remained concealed by professionalism.

Dave heard her fumbling with a wrapper. She was opening a small gold foil package- a condom. "I have one last thing to go over with you." She slipped it on.

She stood, lifting her skirt above her hips. She turned slowly to let Dave appreciate her ass. Beneath her sheer pantyhose was a black thong. On her lower back was the faded ink of a flowery lacy design.

"When did you get that? The tattoo?"

"Oh, back in college sometime."

She pulled her pantyhose down and bent over slightly. She continued to play with herself. Dave saw her fingers disappearing into the mound of her pussy.

He reached out to her ass. He wanted to spank it but decided that might be too loud. Instead, he caressed it and squeezed until she let out a soft moan.

She positioned herself above his erection, steadying herself on his knees. Her hips descended. The tip slipped past her vulva. Dave grabbed hold of her and helped guide her motions.

Her milky smooth ass moved rhythmically as she worked his cock. The room was quiet except for their suppressed moans and the sound of skin on skin.

Dave groped a tit with one hand. How he had dreamed of this when seeing her walk around the office, or while watching her give a presentation.

Her back arched and she let out a single yelp, before immediately covering her mouth. He felt her shuddering. Quiet moans escaped from behind her hand. She was a quivering mess, her needy pussy overflowing. He tightened his grip, one hand on her hip and one hand on her tit.

He held her in position and thrust deeply, every inch of him disappearing into her. It was building up inside him, each thrust bringing him closer. His pace quickened.

He exploded into the condom, one large burst of pleasure followed by smaller spasms. A few more thrusts, and then a silent exhale. He was finished.

She dismounted.

He removed the condom. A feeling of awkwardness replaced his lust. He didn't know what to say.

"Well Dave, I think this was a very productive brainstorming session, wouldn't you agree?" She handed Dave a box of tissues.

"Yes, definitely." He was relieved she was still taking the lead.

"One last thing. I've been authorized by management to give you a 5% raise, in addition to the yearly cost of living raise. You've been doing excellent work, and we all appreciate it. And if you have any other erections, my door is always open."