7 comments/ 30004 views/ 25 favorites Mr. Peterson's Office By: petertime This is a story about an unrealistically stupid woman in a series of absurd situations. Hopefully once you suspend your disbelief about that, it is a fun read. ***** Athena was an extremely attractive, hardworking but fairly dumb woman. She was an administrative assistant to Mr. Peterson, a high ranking executive at a prestigious company, though what the company actually did was a bit of a mystery to her. It was something to do with finance, but she could never remember exactly what. At 27 she should probably have figured that out, but so far it hadn't been an issue, so she didn't worry about it too much. She arrived at work a few minutes past 9 and entered her office. In actuality it was really Mr. Peterson's outer office, which meant it was huge and mostly empty save for her desk, a file cabinet and some chairs. She was late, as she had been out the night before with friends. They had been on a mission to get her laid but after staying at the bar till closing time, it turned out the cute guy she had her eye on all night was gay. Luckily, Mr. Peterson had gotten to work early that day and was in his inner office so he was none the wiser. She started answering some e-mails right away and it wasn't until she was filing some paperwork late in the morning that she saw him emerge from his office. He rushed past her with barely a hello. He was a fairly good looking for a man his age, somewhere in his late forties she figured, but no one she was interested in. Not after what had happened with her last boss. How she had let that guy talk her into sleeping together, she couldn't recall, but it hadn't ended well and though she had learned that lesson the hard way, she had learned it. Mr. Peterson returned a few minutes later carrying a file. It was then that he looked at her for the first time that day and was aghast. Athena was sitting at her desk, in an oversized sweater that she was treating like a dress. Since her desk had no front, from the entrance of the office her long legs were fully on display, to the point that he (and anyone entering the office) could actually see her panties. Her white, lacy and completely inappropriate panties. "Ms. Anderson? Could you please stand up." he asked her. "Sir?" the cute blonde responded. "Stand up girl." he barked. She stood up, knowing she was in trouble, but not knowing what for. "Ms. Anderson, do you think this is appropriate attire for work?" he asked pointing to her hemline. "Umm, I guess not." she hesitantly answered. "You guess not? Ms. Anderson this is a sweater, not a dress. It is so inappropriately short that I can see your panties." She looked down, proud of her long legs. When she stood straight, the sweater did just cover her panties, so from her point of view she couldn't see the issue. "My panties, sir?" "Yes, when you are sitting, your panties are on full display. And if that wasn't bad enough your dress is so short, it is clear you aren't wearing regulation panties." "Sorry sir." she apologized. "I suppose your bra isn't regulation either." "Oh no sir." she promised. Without thinking, she shifted her top, pulling it down, revealing her bare breasts. "I'm not wearing a bra at all." "Ms. Anderson!" he was horrified. "Sir?" she was unsure of what the problem was. Mr. Peterson was at a loss. He had spoken to her several times about her wardrobe and behaviour. She was not a bright girl, in fact she was quite stupid, but he had gone through several assistants over the last few years and was sick of training new ones. She could handle menial tasks well enough, so perhaps it was just a matter of trying a new approach. "Ms. Anderson, if you can't be bothered to wear regulation panties, then perhaps you shouldn't wear any panties at all." he informed her. "Sir?" she was taken off guard by his statement. "But, umm, why do we even have a dress code for bras and panties? It's not like anyone can see them." "Well, if that was the case then we wouldn't be having this conversation then would we?" "I'm not sure I follow." she admitted. "We wouldn't be discussing your panties if you had had the common decency to cover them up." He explained. "Further, I can't say I'm impressed with the thought that you're okay breaking company rules so long as no one sees you do it. Is that how you treat all aspects of your job here?" "No sir. I just...I apologize." With that, she hooked her thumbs into the strings of her panties. Despite how quickly she had pulled down her top, she had no desire to get naked. She had simply wanted to prove to him she had not been breaking more rules and had reacted instinctively. She hated being in trouble. She was honest to the point of being naïve. So, no matter how uncomfortable she was, she knew that he was correct. The company had a dress code of dark clothing, and not thinking, she had disregarded it when she got dressed that morning. She was wearing frilly white panties, which were not regulation and so she began to pull them down. Mr. Peterson had to stifle his reaction as her feminine lips came into view. His face didn't reveal anything, though the bulge in his pants did. He looked around the room, and realized that the fifty feet between her and the outer doors was completely open space. She would be utterly exposed should anyone enter. "Hold a moment, Ms. Anderson" he told her. "Yes sir?" she asked, stopping her movements so that her panties were now around her knees. "I just realized how exposed you must be feeling. I apologize. Sometimes in my zeal to follow the rules, I forget about individual feelings." he admitted. "Oh thank you sir. I appreciate this sir." She began to pull up her panties, when he spoke again. "Which is why we should move this reprimand to my inner office. For your privacy." "Oh." she said. She looked to the doors to his inner office. It was at least twenty feet away, plus it was another twenty from the other side of the door to his desk. She looked down at herself. Her breasts still exposed, and her non-regulation panties around her thighs, her pussy on complete display. She steeled herself and began walking to his office. Mr. Peterson watched in disbelief as his gorgeous but dimwitted receptionist shuffled toward his office, walking awkwardly due to the panties that were partially down her legs. Why she hadn't pulled them back up, or taken them off completely he wasn't sure. Regardless, he enjoyed the view of her ass as she walked. Once inside his office and the door was closed, he spoke again. "Hands and elbows on the desk." She stopped in front of his desk and asked "Sir?" "Damn it girl, bend over and place your hands and elbows on the desk" he barked at her. Confused, but compliant she placed both palms on the top of his desk. "Elbows!" She bent at the waist, placing her elbows down. Her ass stuck out and her legs were spread fairly wide to hold her panties mid-thigh. She looked like she was presenting herself like an animal in heat. "Ms. Anderson." He reached out and touched her bottom. He caressed her cheek and down the back of her leg till he reached her underwear. "These are non-regulation panties." he tugged on them "May I ask why you put these on this morning?" The reality was that she hadn't gotten laid last night as she had intended, so she was planning on going straight to the bar after work and finding a guy as quick as she could. But she couldn't just admit that to her boss, so instead she told him. "I just wanted to, umm, feel sexy." "You wanted to...!" he couldn't believe what she was saying. "What if what you wanted was to stay in bed? Would you just not come to work?" "No sir, of course not." "So some rules are more important than others to you?" he pressed. "Yes sir, I mean no. I didn't think it was an important one I guess... I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking." "Clearly you weren't thinking." he told her as he began pulling them down her long legs. She shifted her legs closer together, allowing him to remove her underwear completely. As she stepped out them, he looked at her bare ass. It was magnificent. Even better, her pussy was completely exposed, her lips engorged. Could it be she was enjoying this? She wasn't. Well, she was in that she was tired and horny and hadn't had sex in a while, but she really didn't want to repeat the mistake she had made with her last boss. That had cost her the job, and she really couldn't afford to lose this one. "What would you say, if I were to enter you right now?" he asked. "I...what?" she asked, not believing she had heard the question correctly. He spoke slowly, breaking the question into parts "What? Would you say? If I was to enter you, right now?" She turned her head to look at him, only to see him undoing his fly. "You can't!" she told him. "And why is that? Is it against the rules?" he asked, pulling out his erect cock. "Sir! Of course it is. You're not allowed to do that." she frantically told him. "Ah, I see." he said, stepping directly behind her and out of her line of sight. "So I should follow the rules then?" "Yes! Absolutely." She said, turning her head over her other shoulder, in an attempt to see what he was doing. "Interesting. So I have to follow all of the rules, but you get to choose which one are important." He pondered the situation. "That hardly seems right." He leaned forward and placed the tip of his cock on her pussy lips. "Please. I'm sorry. It won't happen again, I swear." she begged. "Ah yes, it won't happen again. I believe you said the same thing two months ago when I spoke to you about that yellow miniskirt. That time it was blue sheer panties if I remember correctly. Also not regulation." he said. "But this time I mean it." she pleaded. "Oh so you didn't mean it before. In other words, you were lying." he chastised her. "No, I meant it but I, um, I forgot." "Well this is getting very complicated indeed. Please, continue. Explain why I must follow rules, but it is okay that you don't." She was at a loss for words. He was making some very good points, but she knew she couldn't just let him put his penis inside her. Could she? There was definitely a difference between what she had done and what he was about to do, but she couldn't articulate what it was. "Um...I have to follow the rules. Just like you. I didn't so..." she gasped as he began rubbing his cock head up and down her lips. "So...?" he asked, as if nothing else was happening. "So...ahhh," a moan of pleasure escaped her mouth "...umm, ahhh..." She was enjoying what he was doing. It had been so long since she'd been fucked that despite what she was saying, she was getting quite wet. "So you should continue to follow the rules, but I should be punished." She managed. "That is a very reasonable argument." Still rubbing his cock up and down her lips, he asked "What do you think would be an appropriate punishment for someone who has repeatedly worn non regulation panties?" Her mind scrambled for an acceptable punishment, worried if she took too long he would indeed stick his cock into her. Overtime wasn't an option, given how slow things had been lately. Suspension was also out, given she had to be there in case work did come in. And she really couldn't afford to be docked any pay. "A spanking?" she timidly suggested. "A spanking." he stopped his movements and pondered her suggestion. "A spanking on a bare bottom for a panty related infraction would seem appropriate. Yes. I do believe you have convinced me." With that he stepped back, put his cock back in his pants and did up his zipper. He gave her wonderful ass one more look, then leaned over to speak into her ear. "Yes, a spanking will do quite nicely I think. Good work Ms. Anderson." he told her. "Thank you sir. I'm prepared for whatever amount you feel is needed." she told him. "Yes, I'm sure you are. Alas, I am not." He patted her bare bottom a couple times and then stood up and walked around his desk and sat down on his chair. She was confused. Was he not going to spank her right then? She looked at him quizzically. He looked at her, still bent over, and admired her bare breasts dangling from this view. "That'll be all for now then." He told her. "Sir?" she asked, standing up. Her sweater-dress was bunched around her mid-section, her cunnie on fully display and her nipples clearly erect. "We'll pick this up tomorrow, when I have the appropriate implements available." he informed her. "Yes sir." she said, pulling her dress up, finally covering her chest. "Just make sure you are dressed more appropriately tomorrow." "Of course sir." she told him, as she wiggled her hips and pulled down her dress as far down as she could, keenly aware it wasn't far. She was suddenly very nervous. What implements could he possibly need she wondered but was afraid to ask. Instead she did what she always did when she got nervous, she tried to act as casual and confident as she could. She was a firm believer in the "Fake it till you make" approach. So she did her best to straighten out her appearance before confidentially exiting the room, the whole time asking herself what they hell it was she had just gotten herself into and just as important, without her panties on, could she conceal her excitement for the rest of the day. Ten minutes later she was sitting at her desk. Paranoid that her juices were going to stain her sweater-dress, she had convinced herself the best recourse was to pull the hem of it up over her waist. Her bare ass sat directly on her chair, and she had to concentrate to keep her knees together for fear of anyone entering having a clear view of her pussy. Unfortunately, her concentration wavered a few minutes later as she reached into her inbox, just as Robbie the mail clerk entered the office, pushing his cart. He was young, barely 20 and while nice enough, he was a bit too immature for her tastes. He stopped dead when spotted her bare muff. She clamped her knees shut, and laughed awkwardly. "Robbie. I...um, hello" she tried to ignore the fact that she was half nude. "Hey Athena" he said excitedly. "Got some mail for me?" she asked. "Yeah, the usual letters for Mister Peterson" he said tossing them on her desk. "Plus a package I need you to sign for." Robbie waited beside the cart, holding up the electronic signature box. He smiled patiently. Athena smiled back for a moment before she realized he was waiting for her to stand up and walk to him and sign for the package. Doing so of course would require exposing herself to him once again. She wrongly assumed he didn't realize her predicament, and searched her brain for a way to stand up without showing him her cunnie once more. She couldn't think of one, so she did they only thing she could think of, which was to act like she knew what she was doing. She stood up and took a deep breath. Her puffy lips were on complete display for a few seconds, until she casually pulled down her dress and walked over to him. "You look particularly good today." he told her, handing her the box. "Err, thank you Robbie" she replied as she signed for the package, which he handed to her. She put the small box on her desk. She was still concerned about her arousal staining her dress if she sat on it, and had hoped Robbie would make his way out of the office before she had to sit again. She turned her back to him, and when she walked to her chair she prayed he was on his way out. He was not. He was waiting to see if she was going to pull her dress back up. After a few moments she felt she had no choice, and once again gave him a clear look at her pussy. She sat back down and pretended to start typing something. He began to turn to leave when she spoke. "Robbie?" "Yes" "Umm, I was wondering. How strictly does your boss enforce the dress code?" "Pretty strictly. I mean Mr. Sanders was pretty lax about it, but nowadays Mrs. Kingsley does regular checks." She continued nervously "Even with your... underwear?" "Oh yeah, if I'm not wearing regulation boxers, she confiscates them." "Oh, so it's pretty common then?" she was feeling a bit relieved to hear she wasn't the only person to have their underwear taken from them. "I take it Mr. Peterson confiscated your panties?" "Yes! It was so embarrassing!" "Nothing to be embarrassed about. Happens to all of us. The key is to... obtain relief quickly, so you can just get on with your day." "How do you mean?" she asked innocently. "When Mrs. Kingsley checks my boxers, it tends to, y'know, give me a boner. She provides me with some relief, so I'm not walking around inappropriately. Mr. Peterson didn't help you out?" "Well he was going to...no, not really.' "Well there's your problem then. You need to get someone to help give you some relief already. Otherwise you won't be able to focus on work." "I guess that makes sense. Um, could you help me out?" she asked him. "I'll tell you what, if you help me out first, I'll see what I can do." "Help you out?" "Well yeah, your current situation has kinda effected me." Robbie stepped from behind the cart to reveal a large tent in his pants. "Oh dear, I hadn't realized." Robbie unzipped his pants and exposed his cock before she could say anything else. "Go on, give it a quick rub, would you?" She looked at him. He was pretty cute, and it wasn't like she hadn't given a guy a hand job before, though it was a weird thing to do at work. He stepped forward, so he was standing beside where she sat. Hesitantly, almost reluctantly, she reached out and took hold of his penis. "That's it." He told her She tightened her grip and began to slowly stroke his shaft, up and down. She looked around, worried she was going to get into more trouble. "Maybe we should go somewhere more private, so we don't get caught." "There's no point, I won't be too long" he promised. She continued to pump him, cradling his balls with one hand as she tried to get him to cum with the other. After two or three minutes she asked, "Are you close?" "It'll probably go a lot faster if you put it in your mouth." She hadn't planned on that. Mind you she hadn't planned on any of this. It was weird enough giving a hand job at work, but to give a blowjob? He was cute though, and willing to help her out. Her pussy was still wet with desire, and that made her far more susceptible to the idea then she normally would have been. "Promise you'll be as quick as you can?" she asked. "Of course, I don't want to get in trouble here either. I still have a lot of mail to deliver." he promised. She looked up at him suspiciously, but decided to go for it. She opened her mouth and took the head of his cock into it. He groaned as she swirled her tongue around his tip. Then she began to bob up and down on his dick. Her lips were tight as she traveled up and down his shaft again and again. After another minute or so, she released his dick from her mouth, "You said you'd be quick" she complained. "Maybe if I helped." he replied, grabbing her head and guiding her back down to his erection. She dutifully swallowed his cock once more, though he quickly began pushing her head down forcing her to deep throat him. She definitely didn't like it, but figured if it got him off faster, then he could help her sooner and then the two of them could get back to work. As he held her head and bucked his hips, face fucking her, she began slobbering. Spit ran down his shaft and her face, and unable to get away from him, she started to grow concerned she was going to drool on her sweater, which would defeat the purpose of this entire activity. Unable to stop him, she instead pulled down her top, making it as small as possible around her waist. This way any drool would drip to her bare chest, which she could wipe off easier than if it landed on her sweater. Mr. Peterson's Office Robbie couldn't believe she had done that. She was effectively nude at this point, though he really couldn't see her tits from this vantage point. Not that he was complaining. He'd rather have his cock down her throat then a view of her presumably spectacular chest. With renewed energy, he pulled her head down and thrust forward, sinking his cock deep down her throat. Her lips were at the base of his cock, her nose pressed against his pelvis. He held it there for as long as he dared before pulling out once more. Her eyes were watering as she looked up at him. "Soon?" She asked "Almost there." he promised, staring at her tits. "Two more minutes, tops." she told him He grunted his assent, as he forced her head back to his crotch. She opened her mouth once more, and he happily thrust his cock into it, treating her as little more than a warm, wet hole. "That s it. That's it." He told her. Her only response a wet guttural noise as his dick slid in and out her throat. "Take that cock. Athena, take that fucking cock" he ordered. Just then, her phone rang. Her eyes rolled towards the phone, and then up to Robbie. "Mmmppphh." she tried to say something but was incapable with his cock filling her mouth. "Fuck, I'm close." he warned her. He looked down and made eye contact with her. Her brown eyes were beautiful, wide and watering, as she looked up at him desperate to be finished. She blinked away water in her eyes and the two just stared at each other as he slowed his thrusts. "Fuck, your mouth is fantastic." he told her over the ringing of the phone. She tried to thank him, making an "hmmmm mmmfff" noise which sent vibrations through his cock. He exploded into her mouth. His hands pulled her head tight against him so he was as a deep as he possible could be. She choked down his cum and as soon as he released her head she reached for the phone, coughing as she answered it. "Mr. Peterson's office." she managed. "Yes, actually he's *cough* right here...Okay, I'll let him know." Robbie had put himself back in his pants as she had been speaking and was fixing his shirt. "Mrs. Kingsley has been looking for you" She said as she pulled her dress back over her breasts. "Shit, I better get down to the mail room." And with that, he rushed his cart out the door. "But what about...?" she yelled as he exited. She sat, dejected at her desk. She was just as sexually aroused as ever, and felt totally ripped off by Robbie. The only reason she sucked him off was so he would do something similar for her. Now she was left to take care of herself. And then it occurred to her that she could have just done that in the first place. Mentally cursing herself she stood up and headed to the washroom. Athena walked down the hall, a woman on a mission. After what had happened with Robbie nothing was going to stand in her way. She turned the corner and almost ran right into Ed, the building maintenance man. Ed was hunched down, grabbing tools from his toolbox on the floor, so his head was a crotch level. That provided him with quite the view, since Athena had forgotten to adjust her dress when she left her office. It was still rolled up around her waist, so her pussy was again on full display, although this time she wasn't aware of it. "Whoa there missy" Ed said. "Oops, Sorry Ed," she replied. Athena liked Ed, he was about 30 years older than her, in his late fifties. He was always pleasant and very good with his hands, having fixed several things in her office. That said, she was desperate to get to the bathroom to get herself off, so she wasn't in the mood for chitchat. "S'alright." he told her, trying to look at her face though his eyes kept glancing down to her bare cunnie. "How's today been treating you so far?" "Okay, I guess." she said, looking past him at the bathroom door further down the hall. Ed realized how distracted she was, she wasn't even looking at him, so he took the opportunity to enjoy the close up view he had of her pussy. She was mostly shaved, though there were blonde wisps of hair along her lips, which were quite puffy. Athena watched someone exit the bathroom, which meant it was currently unoccupied, exactly what she needed given her plan to masturbate. "Sorry Ed, I've gotta run." she told him without ever looking down. He turned his head as she passed, watching her exceptionally toned ass the entire time. Athena entered the bathroom quickly and locked the door. It was a fairly large room given it held just a single toilet and a sink. Not exactly the sexiest place in the world, but it was clean and private. She double checked the door, it was solidly locked and went to pull up her dress when she realized it was already around her waist. She was mortified. It was bad enough Robbie had gotten a look at her pussy, but at least then she had felt somewhat in control of the situation. Now she had unknowingly paraded around the building like some sort of exhibitionist slut. At least, she thought, the hall had been empty...except for Ed. Oh shit, she thought. Ed saw me. Ed, the guy that had treated her respectfully from the day she started. The guy that never hit on her. The guy she had just rudely dismissed completely while displaying her bare cunnie to him. Hell, given his position, she had practically rubbed his face in it. Her cheeks blazed with embarrassment. How could she ever face him again? She wondered. Then there was a knock on the door. "I'm in here." she called out. "Are you okay?" a male voice asked. "Ed?" she asked back. She opened the door a crack to see him standing there, genuinely concerned. "You alright Athena?" he asked again. "You seem ... distracted you might say, and I just wanted to make sure you were alright." She opened the door and waved him in. "I'm sorry." she told him and then burst into tears. Ed stepped in and gave her a comforting hug. He held her tight until the crying stopped. "I feel like such a fool." she admitted. "Now why would a pretty little thing like you ever feel like a fool?" he tried to comfort her. "I'm having a terrible day. First mister Peterson confiscated my panties, then I agreed to be punished, and then Robbie..." She started crying again. He hugged her again. Once she regained her composure, he let go, grabbed a couple of tissues from the counter and handed them to her. She wiped her eyes. "This is so nice of you." "No trouble at all, though if I may, can I ask a question?" "Of course." she told him. "You said Mr. Peterson took away your...panties?" She shook her head, "It was my own fault. I wasn't wearing regulation panties. I should have known better." "I don't care what the reason, a boss doesn't take the panties off a young lady!" Ed was upset. "I have half a mind to go talk to him right now." "No, please don't." she begged him. "It's not a big deal." "Yes it is. A pretty lady like you, in such a short dress with no panties on? You could catch a death from the cold." Athena started to chuckle as she sniffled. "Actually, I'm having the opposite problem." she told him. "You mean to tell me you're walking around with your dress hiked up and no panties on because you're all hot down there? If it was me, I'd me freezing my butt off." She smiled at his concern. "I'm fine, really." "Do you mind?" he asked, motioning with his hand. She looked at him confused, not understanding what he meant. Before she could figure it out, he reached out and cupped her vagina with his hand. His hand pressed against her, his fingers curled between her legs. Athena gasped at his unexpected touch. He was being gentle, but given how aroused she had been for the last hour or so, it felt quite nice. "It's like a blast furnace! I can't believe how hot you are down there." he told her. "Umm, thank you?" she replied, confused. His touch felt wonderful, especially after how Robbie had left her once she had finished sucking him off, but at the same time it was very weird. The nice guy from work suddenly had his hand on her pussy. She hadn't considered Ed in a sexual way before, though now that she thought about it, this might not actually be as sexual as it first appeared. Maybe he was just checking if what she said was true. Sure, it was a bit rude of him to just cup her cunnie like this, but he had asked before he had done it. Maybe he had simply mistaken her confused silence for permission. Given she had, a few minutes ago, just causally walked by him with her pussy out in the open, was it really so ridiculous to think that he had assumed this wasn't that big a deal? Yes, that is all this was, she decided. A concerned co-worker making sure she really was okay. It was unusual, but actually very sweet of him to care so much. And any moment now he'd remove his hand and leave, and she'd be free to masturbate as planned. Only a few moments passed and he hadn't removed his hand. She unconsciously shifted her weight to one leg, and her puffy lips rubbed against his fingers. It wasn't much, but it was enough that she gasped again. "Are you sure you're alright? Are you too hot?" he asked. He reached up with his other hand and felt her forehead. It was cool, or at least not nearly as hot as her pussy was. "I'm good. Just a little...flustered since Robbie..." her voice trailed off. "Robbie the mail clerk? What did he do now?" he asked, annoyed. "Nothing. He just... well, he offered to help me...obtain some relief, but had to run off after I... before he could..." She wasn't sure how much she should say. "That boy is an idiot. A man offers to help a lady, then he is bound by his word to do so. What can Ed here do to help you out?" "Well, it's... I need some... relief." she said, and then looked down to his hand, still cupping her cunnie. He followed her gaze down, then both looked up at each other. Without saying a word, he curled a single finger so it slide up between her pussy lips. "Oh Ed!" she said, breathlessly. He uncurled the same finger, she inhaled sharply. He repeated this motion, slowly. The third time he began to curl his finger, she started to buck her hips. He pulled his hand just far enough away to counteract her movement. "Uh-uh" he told her and repeated the motion once more. She listened to him this time, not moving and was rewarded with his finger finding her wet hole. He slid it inside, around and back out. She whimpered, "Please." His finger entered her again, and he repeated the motion slightly faster. Faster still the third time. The fourth time, he left his finger inside her and curled it in a "come here" motion. He hit her g spot. She reached out and grabbed his shoulders for support, as she became weak from the pleasure. Ed grabbed her ass with his free hand, squeezing a cheek as he finger fucked her. "Please." she repeated, though what exactly she was referring to was unclear, even to her. She did however know she needed more. She started bucking her hips again and this time Ed did nothing to prevent her. The two stood in the middle of the bathroom, his hand in her pussy as she fucked it as fast and as hard as she could. She continued to beg for something, whispering "Please, please, please." as she grounded her pussy into his hand. "Fuck yes. Fuck me, yes." she moaned. "More, please god more." He stuck a second and third finger in her hole, and she came suddenly and hard, with a loud "Yeeeesssss!" When she stopped moving, he waited a moment then removed his hand from her crotch. It was soaked with her juices. He looked at it and smiled. Athena on the other hand, was having a moment of post orgasm clarity. The reality of what had just happened, a co-worker fingering her at work, hit her and she was deeply embarrassed. She looked away from Ed, unable to make eye contact. Her cheeks blushed, and she awkwardly turned away from him and began pulling down her dress, so it once again covered her. "Don't be getting all shy on me now." Ed told her. "No, it's just..." she started. "I'm a bit ashamed of..." he cut her off. "Nothing to be ashamed off. You needed some relief, it's perfectly natural. I'm glad I was able to lend a hand, so to speak." The two laughed at his lame joke. "Just give me a sec to wash up, and I'll get out of your way so you can clean up properly." He walked over to the sink and began running the water and washing his hands. "Ed." Athena began to speak but was unsure of what to say. Here was a man who she had completely dismissed a few minutes ago, and not only was he being nice to her, he had gone out of his way to check up on her. A man who offered to help her out and expected absolutely nothing in return. Not to mention a man that had just given her an incredible orgasm. There were no words that she could think of to properly convey how thankful she was. And then she realized she didn't need any words at all. He turned off the water, and as he reached for paper towels to dry his hands, Athena crouched down between the counter and Ed. She could see that he was already hard, but given the last few minutes, that hadn't surprised her. "Athena." he started. "You don't need to..." She cut him off, simply saying "Shhhhh" while undoing his fly and pulling out his cock. "Shhhh" she continued, as her hand wrapped around his shaft and began to stroke him. "Shhhhh" she repeated, as she leaned forward so the tip of his dick just barely touched her bottom lip.0 He looked down at her, and stroked her beautiful blonde hair. "Shhhhhhhmmmfff" she continued, as her mouth engulfed his cock. It was his turn to gasp, as she hummed with his dick inside her mouth. "Oh, Athena." Ed said, as much to himself as to her. She had the head of his cock in her mouth and she was rolling her tongue over it, again and again. Then she slowly, lovingly licked the underside of his shaft, from base to tip and back down again. She briefly bathed his balls with her tongue before licking up along his cock once more. When she reached his cockhead, she began bobbing her head, sucking much of his cock into her mouth and back out again. Her movements were slow at first, but she picked up speed with every bob, until her head was like a piston firing up and down his cock as fast as she could possibly move. Ed groaned as the beautiful blonde sucked his dick. He didn't know much about Athena outside of work, but clearly somewhere along the lines, she learned how to suck cock like a champion. Athena was getting lightheaded from all the movement, and her jaw was starting to get sore, which was not unreasonable given this was the second cock she was sucking in less than an hour. She knew she couldn't sustain what she was doing, but she also knew Ed deserved a better blowjob then Robbie had gotten. Her pride insisted upon it. So she did the only thing she could think of that would give her a break but also give Ed the cock sucking finale he deserved. She released his cock from her mouth, and immediately grabbed it with her hand. She gripped him tight, and pumped him fast. "Ed, please cum for me." she asked him. "I need you to cum for me." Ed couldn't believe what he was hearing. She was begging him to cum. "Will you cum for me? Will you cum on me?" she asked, pulling down her top with her free hand. He looked down at her small but fantastic breasts. "On my tits? Do you want to cum on my tits?" she asked desperately. Before he could answer, she swallowed his cock again, this time loudly slurping as she sucked him before pulling herself off him a moment later. She returned to jacking him off, asking, "Or in my mouth? You want to cum in my mouth?" "Oh god!" was all he could say. "I know." she exclaimed, the sloppily sucked his cock once more. "What..." she slurped on his dick. "If..." slurp, slurp, slurp. " You just..." her hand pumped him as she sucked once more. "...came..." she stopped sucking, but continued her stroking him with her hand. "On my..." She gave him one last suck. "Face?" He watched as she pointed his cock directly at her face. "Will you cum on my face? Please?" she begged. He moaned as he exploded. Streaks of cum hit her forehead, her hair and even across her nose. As his spurting subsided, she continued to coax the sperm from his cock. As she did so, some of the cum on her nose dripped off her face and into her chest. She was a sticky mess, in the sexiest way. She leaned forward and lovingly licked his dick clean. "Thank you." he told her. "No Ed, thank you." she said with a smile. "Why don't I try again to get out of your way so you can clean up properly?" She laughed. As she stood up, he exited the room. She looked at herself in the mirror, quite the mess, but feeling much better then she had all day. When she was put back together, she headed back to her office, trying to decide if she needed to go home after work to get some panties or not. Then suddenly, she realized that if she was going to get spanked tomorrow, what did dressing appropriately mean? ***** Thanks for reading, as always, any feedback is appreciated.