Daniel turned into his road, pulled up outside his house and turned the engine off. He sat there for a while before disarming the house alarm, reaching over for his briefcase on the passenger seat and heading up the path to the front door. He could still feel the weight in his cock which was only now beginning to soften after having driven for the last few miles with a raging and uncomfortable hard-on.
As soon as he was inside the door he dropped his coat and briefcase in the hallway and unzipped himself. He gripped his cock and immediately felt the blood rush back and he was rock hard again. He jerked himself vigorously for a few minutes until he felt his balls tighten. He stopped and relaxed the grip on his member which was sticking out from his suit trousers conscious of how foolish he looked despite the fact that there was no-one there to see. He took off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair and loosened his tie. He gave himself a few more strokes to keep himself hard before he undid his belt buckle and the buttons on his trousers which fell down to his knees. His cock which jutted out in front him was just over 6 inches long but and nice and thick and he kept the hair around it neatly trimmed.
He stood quietly in the middle of his front room, trousers around his ankles and his right hand tightly gripping himself as his mind returned to the events of earlier that day. He had only been in his new job for three days. Three days during which he had begun to enjoy the liberation of being completely in charge. He had a workforce of 200 and controlled a management team of six all of whom seemed desperate to ingratiate themselves with him. His days had been spent in meetings or in exploring the offices he managed, finding the post room and the stationery cupboards and looking for those quiet places in an office where most of the gossip and back-biting took place. He had noticed the different reactions he elicited from the different staff members he met and even quickly checked out one or two of the younger women who had keenly introduced themselves to him as he strolled through their workspaces. He had been feeling good and he was pleased that he had taken the offer of the move back to head the London office.
It was during such a walkabout earlier that day, just after lunch and he had just found the back stairs which would take him back up to the fourth floor without him having to walk back through the accounting team. He had been thinking of mundane matters such as how to sync his various devices when turning a corner he came face to face, or rather face to magnificent breasts of the gorgeous Alana who was running down the stairs. It had taken him a few seconds to realise who it was after the initial shock of a near collision with such a vision of perfection. She was a lot taller than he remembered and had lost her puppy fat. She was in close fitting slacks that accentuate the curves of her ass and a white shirt unbuttoned just enough to show some cleavage and which clung to the curves of the perkiest and roundest boobs he had seen. However, no sooner had he realised it was Alana she was gone, down the stairs and out of sight leaving just the faintest scent of coconut oil behind her.
It was not usual for such a brief encounter to have such a profound effect on him but ten minutes later he found himself in the executive washroom on the fourth floor jerking off in a toilet cubicle surprised at the intensity as he shot thick ropes of cum into the tissue. He spent the next hour searching through the office directories for her until he found her on the HR system, Ms Alana Baptiste; noticing that she was now using her late fathers name he started to imagine various scenarios of how he could manufacture another encounter with her.
Now at home he found himself feeling rather foolish standing in his front room cock in hand imagining taking her hard from behind as she bent over his desk ass in the air, wondering how her pussy tasted. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out oh his trousers, before picking them up and heading up the stairs, his cock sticking out in front of him leading the way. Reaching his bedroom he stripped off fully and headed to the shower needing badly to relieve the ache that had been building up in his balls since he had left the office over an hour ago.
Standing there under the hot streams of water he slowly stroked his hard cock pulling hard back on his foreskin as he savoured the slight pain as he squeezed himself tight. He found the bottle of almond oil amongst the various shower gels and liberally lubricated his throbbing cock as a drip of precum appeared from the slit. He stroked himself slowly as he remembered the swell of her breasts in front of his face earlier and the round curve of her ass as she disappeared down the stairs. He felt his balls tightening again so slowed down his jerking and loosened his grips as he luxuriated in the sensations from his well lubricated shaft between his fingers. He imagined it was Alana' fingers around his cock as she closed her mouth around it and he was soon cumming hard for the second time that day.
