Business Affairs

Office Duties - Alison -- Executive Stress Relief

*** Start The Morning ***

Robert leaned his head back in his desk chair and closed his eyes. His hands rested lightly on the mass of Alison's wavy brown hair. Her head slowly and steadily bobbed in his lap, her red painted lips and slathering tongue scouring his erection. For the past several months, it was her first thing in the morning duty to relieve his tension, especially if he hadn't spent the night with her in the office tower penthouse that was a part of her compensation package. Even if he had spent the night with her, she was there to sooth any lingering tension so that he was bolstered to face another work day.

His mind meandered while she slathered his cock. After he had been informed about her blowjob skills by a weekend guest whom he had let bed her for a night, he had pursued that avenue with her. She had explained that her college ex-boyfriend had tried to get her interested but she fended off his pleas. But that weekend in question had been her 'in depth' interview, her probation trial leading to this coveted employment, so she had succumbed to the stranger's desires and sucked him off.

Admittedly, that first time had been an amateurish episode but a promising start. Thereafter, Robert had worked with her day in and day out, coaching her efforts until she had mastered the basic techniques. Today, she was using one of the many he had taught her: the three-one-three method. She bobbed three long, lip-tight strokes, then held him mid-deep as she swirled her tongue on the coronal nook and sucked as hard as her resilient lungs could manage. Then back to three head bobs.

But his reminiscing couldn't distract him from the nervous pressure bustling in his balls. He felt the oncoming rush of genital fluid mounting its intensity to surge forth into Alison's talented mouth. With a cry of delight, Robert spurted his milky load into her suckling receptacle, sensing the hollowing of her cheeks with a strong oral pull to extract and swallow his ejaculation.

They fell into an easy relaxation, the last dribbles of sperm coating her tongue as she gently nursed his deflating appendage. As he mused on the finished task, he thought that a seated chair borne fuck might also be a nice way to start the day. But that took extra time and efforts. This way he could simply open his pants and she could stay in her fashionable office outfits.

She retrieved a wad of ready tissues, mopping up her drool from his sticky dick before helping him close his pants. She stood, licked her lips and disposed of the tissue wastes.

Robert surveyed the beauty of his special executive assistant. Her compensation included a clothing allowance and he had arranged for design consultants to guide her purchases. Victoria Secrets, Venus and Fredericks provided their best experts to make the lovely Alison a ravishing model for their sexy office wear. Once they had seen Alison in their flirtatious regalia, the consulting fees were considered superfluous if her glamour photos could be used in their advertisements. It was a win-win deal.

Today, as usual, she was braless. Pokies pebbled the stretched yellow bodycon top, tucked into the waist of a grey wool hip molding pencil skirt and sheer dark stockings. The built-in lacy garter bands at the hemline were visible with each step she took in her strappy black high heels.

"Will you need me for anything else at the moment, sir?"

"I think I can manage until lunch time. Our Chief of Sales struck a great deal with a parts distributor this morning. Why don't you go congratulate him on a fine job well done."

"Of course. It would be my pleasure."

Robert gave her a smirky wink.

"Yeah, and make sure it's his pleasure, too."

She shyly smiled and departed the office, on her way to deliver the executive's reward.

*** Executive Stress Relief ***

Lyle was seated at his desk reviewing the recent contract with a crucial client. He was feeling proud but also dispirited; the Zoom-enabled negotiations had been fervent and difficult. The customer's buyer, Hilda, was a lovely vision onscreen, but assertive and domineering, frustrating Lyle's macho attitude towards the attractive woman.

The session had bruised his ego when he had to bear her hardball business tactics with stoic grace. Luckily, in the end, the mutually beneficial agreement had set up his new employer with a significant profit potential. He was already looking forward to the end of the day for the consolation of alcohol and autoeroticism.

His office door was open. He heard a light knock on the door frame and looked to see a brown mass of wavy hair framing a gorgeous face leaning across the edge.

"Yes?"

Alison slithered through the opening and quietly closed the door behind her. She turned to stand at casual attention before the procurement executive's desk.

"Robert sends his compliments on a job well done with the client. However, he requests your help with another matter because, in his words: 'you have been a very good boy.'"

She stepped forward and placed her elbows on his desktop, leaning over with head in hands, and screwed her face into a pouty expression.

"On the other hand, he said I have been a very naughty girl. What do you think we should do about that?"

Lyle was stunned by her saucy approach and couldn't resist the obvious invitation for a down blouse view of her marvelous suspended tits. He had heard rumors of a titillating performance reward scheme. He may have been feeling blue but was quick witted enough to wonder if this was a part of that program.

He rose from his chair and rounded his desk; she held her desktop pose, only turning her head to track his path as he took up station behind her.

"Naughty girl, huh?"

She faced forward again; her sly smile reflected in the window wall behind his desk. She held his mirrored gaze as she shuffled her feet wider, wiggling her ass, taunting him to discipline her purported wayward behavior.

He flipped her skirt up, baring her sculpted ass to his view. Her plush pussy lips, tucked deep between her high thighs, seemed to wink at him.

"Oh, I see. No panties. Yes, very naughty indeed."

His hand swirled over the smooth skin of both sides, their roundness begging for a thrashing.

He drew away his hand and gave each side a little pat. There was no reaction. A harder swat jiggled the taut flesh. Another smack brought a small vocal 'umph' and he had found the precipice of some real chastisement.

He shifted aside to a better position where he could employ a full arm swing. A number of solid hits drew circulation to the targeted flesh, bringing out a rosy blush. Those escalating clouts generated ever increasing noises, both the thud of the whacks and Alison's self-stifled yelps. She was bearing up but his arm was tiring. He returned to smooth hand swipes over the beaten posterior.

He was so involved in the action that only now, in the pause, did he notice his swollen cock crowded inside his pants. It was a natural move to unzip and relieve the pressure. As the thick erection fell forward, he saw her pussy tucked between the reddened ass cheeks, teasing him to take advantage of its availability. His mind dredged up memories of Hilda's insolence and he unconsciously redirected his anger to sublimated revenge.

He shuffled behind her, using a hand to place tip to slit. Alison's face had dropped sideways to rest on the desktop during the spanking. In her peripheral vision, she saw him loose his cock and then felt the genital contact. She tilted up her head and looked at the executive in the window reflection. His hands gripped her hips; he took a deep breath and stabbed his cock into her cunt.

Alison's head jerked up, her eyes popped open and then squeezed shut as she cried out her awe for the full plunge that filled her cunt so completely. Mercifully, the ass thrashing had brought out her vaginal lubrication and promoted the smooth slide to the bottom.

Lyle's macho dignity began to recover at her stunned reaction. He braced back and slammed in again. Alison's arms lifted her chest to rescue her boobs; her nipples, even covered by the light knit fabrics, were being scrubbed on the tabletop by her forced body jolts. He took advantage of her adjustment to move his hands from her hips to her tits, tunneling them under the stretchy top. He mauled the pliant masses as he returned to hard thrusts below.

His verve was rising as he recast his business dealings fury toward dominating this subservient woman, rekindling his macho sense of self. Alison's cunt was rubbing all over his erection, lighting up nerves in a way he rarely felt before. She was grunting with each slam of his cock against her plush labia. He pumped harder, craving louder vocalizations from his rage receptacle.

As his mood lifted into a more manly mindset, he felt his balls tingling and then the rush of fluids through his erection, pulsing their volume deep inside his chastised fuck-doll. He closed his eyes and gripped fistfuls of her boobs. His mind saw the uplifting vision of a sobbing Hilda; it was what he needed and he called out his emotional restitution.

"Take that, you fucking bitch!"

As the last dribble spurted out, he collapsed on Alison's back and his hands returned to softly kneading her breasts.

She felt the flow abate inside her womb and her self-esteem swelled with the pride of another mission successfully accomplished. She waited out his shrinking, listening to his breaths calm while supporting the man's weary weight leaning on her body. He released her tits and moved to stand; his cock having fallen out after his stupendous orgasm.

He stood behind her and tucked in his sticky penis. She lifted off the desk and smoothed her skirt over her spanked and fucked bottom. She turned to him and asked if there was anything else he needed.

"Yes. Tell Robert I took care of his naughty girl problem."

She leaned in, up on tiptoes, tilting at the waist in her tall high heels, smiled, puckered and kissed his cheek.

"Yes, sir. I'll tell him you were a very good boy."

She didn't reveal her intent to tell Robert that, in addition to his sales proficiency, Lyle was a natural expert at corrective discipline.