This Story takes place with the world of "The Great 48", where men are required by law to orgasm at least once every 48 hours.
I have loads more of stories within this world if you're interested.
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Leo backed away from his computer screen. It was nearly 10pm, and after three solid days of work, meal replacement bars and stims-packets to keep himself awake, he was finally done the holo-presentation. He saved the file, labeled it the next day's date, Nov 12, 2122 and saved it to the shared hub where his boss would find it in the morning.
He hit a button, the door to his office slid open and he walked into the darkened cubicle area of the 201st floor of the office building. As he headed to the kitchenette, he saw the dim glow at the far end of the last row of cubicles. Brenda is working late too, he smiled to himself. She was probably his most attractive coworker, and he had a bit of a crush on her, though as she was recently married he knew nothing would come of it. Still, she was fun to talk to. And even nicer to look at.
He detoured to her desk, noticing she was wearing her blue dress as he approached. It was a perfectly appropriate dress for the work place, but something about it drove him wild. He had caught himself staring at her several times in the past few weeks, each time when she was wearing that dress. She was tall and there was something about how it showcased her legs wonderfully when she walked, probably because it showed more leg then it would on a shorter woman. It didn't hurt that it also highlighted her breasts fantastically. The whole thing had such an effect on him, he actually regretted the detour. His penis began to stiffen in his pants and he was suddenly concerned his "appreciation" of her appearance might be too obvious.
"Working late?" Brenda asked him.
"Yeah." He answered. "Been locked away for over 70 hours now, getting the Guffin presentation ready."
"70 hours?! Wow, I don't know how you do that." She looked at him from her seat.
"Well the stims help, but even still I don't do this often." He said, pulling a stimulate packet from his pocket to show her.
"Still, 70 hours is a long time. Even with relief breaks."
"Oh shit." Leo exclaimed. He had completely forgotten about taking a relief break. Law requires all men over the age of 18 have an ejaculation or "obtain relief" once every 48 hours. The process was heavy tracked and the penalty for non compliance was quite severe.
"Wow, you must have been really focused to forget about getting at least one of those in." She remarked.
He was focused, but even still, it was a stupid mistake he count not afford. One didn't just ignore a fundamental cornerstone of modern society absent-mindedly. The western world was completely transformed once regular, mandatory orgasms for men had become law. Violence, aggression and crime had dropped while productivity and progress has soared. To flout that was the height of stupidity, and potentially costly. If he was caught going three days without a release, he could kiss a month's salary goodbye.
"Shit, shit, shit. I just want to head home and go to bed." He told her, looking out the window at the heavy rain. Leo didn't have a girlfriend and the nearest relief station was 11 blocks away.
"Any chance you'd we be willing to just sign my documents? I'll hit a relief station on my way into work tomorrow morning I promise."
"Um" the strawberry blonde wavered. "I'm not so comfortable lying about that. The penalty is pretty stiff for people who do that."
"Right, of course. Sorry. I shouldn't have even asked. " He apologized "I'm not thinking straight. I'll hit a relief station on my way home."
"In this weather?" She asked.
"What choice do I have?" He asked rhetorically.
"Leo, I said I was uncomfortable lying." Brenda told him "Not that I was unwilling to help."
That caught him off guard. "But you have... " he stammered. "...you're, y'know, married."
"I'm not offering to have sex with you Leo, just lend a helping hand, so to speak. Nothing wrong with helping a coworker is there?" She asked.
"Are you sure? I mean your husband wouldn't mind?" Leo asked, hesitantly.
"First of all, I'm a grown woman, so I get to make my own decisions, not my husband. Secondly, he travels on business often, you don't think he has to get other women to help him occasionally? I'm just offering the exact same thing as you'd get at a relief station, nothing untoward about that, is there?"
Relief stations were basically old school massage parlours, government-funded locations where men without significant others could get a manual release. No nudity from the "agent", just a simple handjob, though occasionally you could luck into one that talked dirty while she milked your penis.
Brenda's offer made sense, in that it was the most efficient way for him to get back into good standing with the law. And it was a societal norm at this point. Everyone knew men came, at least once every other day and regulations required it be done by a third-party. There was no reason this tall, beautiful woman he had a crush on couldn't just give him a handjob.
He was in a bit of shock over it though. God knows he had fantasized about this very thing, right down to that blue dress, but to have it actually be offered to him. It was one thing being masturbated by a woman whose job it was to do so, it was another to have it just offered by an attractive woman. He could not believe it.
"Why don't we head into your office. I don't think the cleaning staff will be around soon, but a little privacy would be nicer than here." Brenda had apparently ended any debate on the subject.
Still stunned. He just nodded in agreement.
"Hang on a sec, I think I have something that will help." She said as she opened a drawer to her desk. She pulled something out and held it up for him to see, a canister of hand lotion.
Brenda then stood up and walked towards his office. Still silent, he admired how her dress showed off her long legs as he followed her.
Once in his office, she sat in his chair, the only one in the room, while he leaned against his desk.
"Y'know, this is going to settle an ongoing debate Christy and I have had."
"Christy? Really?" He asked surprised. He bad barely talked to the cute redhead since she'd been hired 6 weeks earlier.
"Sure, what you think us ladies don't talk about your cocks the way you guys talk about our tits?" She asked, as she unzipped his fly nonchalantly.
"No... We... I've..." Leo tried to deny it.
Brenda continued as if he hadn't said anything at all.
"Definitely ends that debate." She said as she pulled his dick out and wrapped her hand around his shaft, feeling the weight of it. "Remind me to show this thing off to her some time, she's going to love it."
Leo couldn't believe it. Brenda had barely started giving him a hand job and was already talking about showing his dick to another beautiful woman.
"This is a great cock." She told him as she squirted a dollop of lotion into her hands and rubbed them together to warm it up.
"Um, thanks." He told her unsure of what to say. He wasn't exactly an introvert when it came to the ladies, but he wasn't used to getting compliments on his penis.
"So do you, I mean have you..." Leo knew what he wanted to ask, but realized it might be an impolite question about halfway through his sentence.
"Do I give out handjobs regularly?" She completed his question. "Just to my husband. Although there was this one time, back in my university days when I went on a field trip to Asimov's rock. The space elevator was prone to locking up back then, and I trapped for a while. Can you imagine? 20 or so students, only three female, plus our chaperone, Miss Ophelia. She actually spoke to me and the other girls about how we might have to do our civic duty. That's about as close to, um, community service, as I've ever been before. Other than for my boyfriends, of course."
Leo's cock throbbed at the thought of Brenda having to jerk off several men at one time. (Little did he know she had done far more than she was letting on) Brenda shook away the memory and reached back out to stroke him. She had one hand wrapped around his shaft and the other cupping his balls.
"But you don't want to hear about that. Let's focus on little Leo here. I like him. In fact, If I was single, I'd...I'd... Well I better not say." She teased.
"Better not say what?" He asked her, enjoying her attentions. "You can't just start a sentence like that."
"Well, I was just thinking, if I was single..." She leaned forward and whispered "I'd already have this cock in my mouth."
Leo groaned at the thought. He had imagined her sucking his cock many, many times.
She continued to stroke him, the lotion making a slight squishy noise as she slowly ran one hand up and down his shaft as she tickled at his balls with the other.
"Mmmmm you are overdue for a milking aren't you? Well, just let me give you the relief you need." She offered.
Her hand continued to move up and down his shaft, albeit frustratingly slow.
