2 comments/ 30276 views/ 3 favorites Getting Off Work By: tc64 I have a stressful job. Don't get me wrong, I know others do too, but mine is especially chaotic on a daily basis. While some would seek some stress relief in a healthy sexual life with their spouse or partner, that's not really an option for me due to building health concerns with my wife. Sure, she tries at times, but it's really a poor, weak and largely unsatisfying effort. I find some solace in online fantasy play, videos, browsing personals and ads and even reading erotic stories. To put it mildly and sound like a bad cliché', never did I ever, in my wildest dreams, think I could experience one of "those" stories. But I did. There's a cleaning crew that comes in, usually mid-afternoon, to take care of the offices and bathrooms. Two twenty-something guys, the first, David, is a solidly built ginger-headed guy, the second, Sean, is a tall, lean, black-haired kid with multiple visible tattoos on his arms and neck. It's Sean that I see all the time, usually with his iPod earphones in, rocking out while he does his daily cleaning. Usually, a passing nod, a spoken "hey" and I'm gone, dragging out of the door after 7 PM while he finishes. Usually, but not this time. It was a Monday, my day had started at 6:15 AM and by 5:00 PM, I had literally hit the wall. Schedule changes, personnel problems, quality issues, power blackouts due to the rain outside. You name it, and I had to deal with it that Monday and 7 o'clock couldn't come fast enough for me. I stepped outside about 5:15 to check the weather. It was gently raining and while I slowly relaxed to the constant patter of the rain, I could also hear low voices coming from around the corner. I stuck my head around the wall and saw the janitors huddled together, and David was stubbing out a cigarette against the brick. Sean looked up at me and nodded and I nodded back, then retreated to my doorway. Before going back in, I stretched against the wall, hearing my shoulders pop, rolled my neck to loosen up some of the tension tightness and then headed back down the steps inside the building. The air outside felt good and cleared some of the cobwebs, but I still had a little time to go and the more I stayed out there, the less I would want to go back in. Duty called. Back inside and begin a 2 hour surge of activity till time to go home. But wait, in my need to experience the rain, I forgot to take care of another urge brought on by mother nature, so I stopped into the bathroom to empty out what was 3 cups of coffee from earlier in the afternoon. As I finished up, shook and was about to zip up, I heard the rolling of the cart outside in the hallway, indicating that Sean was getting ready to clean this bathroom. I'm not sure why, but for some reason, I delayed zipping until I saw the door opening. So here I am, Levis unzipped, belt unbuckled, green boxer briefs visible, as was a good sized lump that I was tucking into the jeans and facing the doorway as Sean came through it. Quite the picture, eh? His eyes didn't avert, as most of ours would in that situation, but instead, he zeroed in with a hungry stare and then looked at my face and grinned while I finished zipping, snapping and buckling. "I'll be out of your way in a second" I told him. "No problem, man, take your time" he replied. I turned to the sink and washed my hands, grabbed a paper towel to dry them and tossed it in the can as I headed out the door past Sean. "All yours" I joked, and as I passed through the door, I could feel his stare on my back as I left. Again, not sure why I deliberately exposed myself to him, but it actually lifted my spirits a bit to see the effect it had on him. Flattering actually. The next 90 minutes passed fairly quickly as I prepared for the next shift to come in. I noticed him passing my office at least twice while I worked on emails and spreadsheets. I kept zooming back to Sean's eyes, the hunger and lust that flashed across them. I'm certain I've read him correctly, but not sure what else I could do. The tease was a momentary chance and after all, this was my place of employment, not the best of all possible spots to be looking for a hookup. Regardless, the whole scenario was extremely arousing and I could sense the tightness in my jeans building the more I thought about it. Finally, time to go had arrived, I passed on what was needed to the night shift, gathered my coffee mug, cell phone and iPod and headed upstairs to go out the door. With my headphones in, listening to the Silversun Pickups, I climbed the stairs and through the door, saw the door open to the janitor's supply closet. Sean was in there, fiddling with something as I stepped through. He looked up, then down, well not all the way down, but his eyes stopped at my waist and I saw the same look in them that I had a while ago. At that point, I made a decision. "What ya listening to?" I asked, popping my earphones out and stepping into the oversized closet. "Silversun Pickups" Sean replied "Same here" I said, "Great minds must think alike" At that point, I eased the door shut behind me and took a step in his direction. Sean's eyes narrowed a bit and his gaze dropped again to my waist. "Can you guess what I'm thinking right now?" he asked, dropping to his knees in front of me. "I saw something earlier that I'd like to see more of" "That's uncanny" I mumbled, "I was hoping you were thinking that way" Sean's eyes never wavered from my crotch as he reached out, unbuckled the belt, then my jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down, peeling the denim back like the skin of a banana, revealing again, the green shorts that were the last layer covering the prize he was seeking. Sean leaned forward and buried his face into the shorts. I could feel the moist heat of his breath, ragged and getting more urgent. I could also feel my rapidly hardening cock starting to push against his mouth, separated only by the thin layer of cotton. I grabbed his head and pressed his face harder into my cock, desperate to feel the softness of his lips but still wanting to tease just a bit. He opened his mouth a bit and ran his teeth along the length, gently nipping and causing a slight spasm that I felt all through my body. I exhaled a huge breath and released his head. "What do you want, Sean?" "Whatever you have, man" And with that, he reached up with both hands and pulled the belt, jeans and the shorts down in one motion, springing my cock free from the shorts and slinging a string of precum from the head across his nose and mouth. I tend to ooze quite a bit when aroused and this moment was providing a steady drool of sweet nectar that he greedily lapped from his lips and followed the string to my cock, engulfing just the head, his tongue prodding at the slit while his lips surrounded the glans and began building up suction. I closed my eyes and groaned, unable to remember the last time my cock had been attacked in this manner and not wanting it to end. Sean continued to work just the head, milking more precum, which by this point was practically flowing. With an audible "pop" he released my cock from his mouth and smiled up at me. "How long has it been?" "Too damn long" I said "but for a mouth with skills like that, a day would be too long" Sean grinned and went back to work, catching a large drop just coming out of the tip. His hands gripped my ass cheeks as he began pulling more and more of my cock into his velvety throat. I gently moved my hips forward and back, not really thrusting but more matching his movements along its length. It was obvious to me he enjoyed what he was doing and from this day forward, I felt an obligation to give him as much opportunity as he liked. I looked down at one point, and realized he still had his earphones in and was matching his movements to the pace and rhythm of the song he was listening to. I knew the song too and started keeping time with him as well. When that song ended, another, slightly slower one came on and he slowed his pace down to match. Minutes passed by and I closed my eyes to enjoy the feelings and sounds of this young stud who was clearly enjoying himself to my benefit. I opened them at one point and watched his expert mouth completely engulf my cock to the base, his nose pressed into my pubes, feeling his breath from his nostrils. His breathing was picking up and I could hear the song change to a faster, speed-metal tempo and Sean began moving in time with the music. I could feel deep within me, a stirring, a need, the beginnings of an orgasm that had nothing to do with my own hands this time, but the skilled and enthusiastic mouth and tongue of this willing cock worshiper kneeling in front of me. My hips began thrusting faster and I reached back around his head and began to guide him up and down on my cock, controlling the pace but still in time with the song. I felt Sean relax and let me drive, and drive I did. In and out of his mouth, from the tip of the head and plunging back down to the hilt, his marvelous throat conforming to the shape and curve and length of my cock which was nearing the point of no return. Any good cocksucker can tell you they know when the time comes. Sean was definitely a good one, well, more of a great one and when he sensed that I was close, he reached out with one hand and cupped my balls, even as they drew up alongside my cock and with the other hand he reached around my left cheek and skillfully found the hole and with a moistened finger, penetrated me immediately to the prostate, applying pressure as I began to cum. The first gush happened while he had my entire cock down his throat and as I continued; he slowly pulled off as burst after burst of cum jetted into him. His long index finger pressed into my ass and I could feel my knees buckle at the wave of sensations I was feeling. Finally, he pulled his finger out of me and left only my cockhead at the opening of his mouth, cum still oozing from the slit and onto his outstretched tongue. His other hand gently caressed my slowly descending balls and then stroked outward on my cock, pulling more dribbles of cum out to his waiting mouth. Then, he dove back down the length and bobbed up and back, continuing to milk every drop from me. Ordinarily, after I've fired off like that, my cock is so sensitive that the last thing I want is someone continuing to work me over, but tonight, not the case. Any softening that had occurred after I shot off was gone. I was as steely hard as I had been moments before I volleyed into his throat with the first shot of what had to have been 6 or 7 large bursts. I felt like there was no way I had anything left, yet the ministrations of his mouth were beginning to tell me otherwise. I looked down and could see him working his own cock over with one hand. I stared at the slender but long cock, glistening with saliva and my cum as his long fingers skimmed up and down the length. The flared head was bright red compared to the color of the shaft and I knew he was close to cumming himself. I focused on his hand and cock while he continued to suck my cock like it was the first time, not the second. I didn't know how long this would take and hoped he was as patient as he was skilled. His stroking slowed down on his own cock, and began to match the pace of the sucking on mine. From a sexual standpoint, it was as erotic a sight and sensation as I think I've ever experienced. I continued to watch him expertly worship my cock, a hand fondling my balls and occasionally moving to my hole, along the perineum, causing a thrill each time, while his other hand took care of his own needs. Involuntarily, I shuddered and moaned after one stroke. Sean glanced up and met my eyes and then went back to it. The sight of his black hair moving up and down, exposing and engulfing my shaft, the glistening of the saliva and then looking past that to see his own swelling organ, nearing his own orgasm, it was overwhelming and I completely surrendered to the feelings that he was causing in me. Again, Sean sensed my nearness and his hand moved to my ass and to the prostate. I didn't mind the invasion, knowing the enhancement to the indescribable pleasure I was already feeling. His cock was twitching below as he focused on my building orgasm, coaxing another series of volleys from my loins and into his greedily waiting mouth. While not near the volume from the time before, I swear the sensations were even more intense as his tongue, teeth and lips flew over my cock, his right hand massaged my swelling balls and his left continued to exert pressure on my prostate, almost willing additional jets of fluid from me. Slowly, I could feel the pressure subside and my cock begin to soften in his mouth. He released me and stood, grasping his own still swollen cock with his left hand, saliva and cum dripping from my cock and into his hand to lubricate his motion. Minutes passed and my breathing slowed and then picked back up as I realized he was nearing his own finale and he was using my fluids to do so. This after he had swallowed who knows how much of my seminal fluid without a thought to his own completion. Now, with me completely spent, he focused on himself, me a willing spectator. His cock was lovely, I had to admit, so different from my own. Mine was not overly long, maybe a generous 7 or more, but the claim to fame had always been it's girth, well over 6-1/2 inches, I used to joke that you couldn't wrap a dollar bill completely around it. Sean's cock was easily 9 inches or so, but slender, making it look even longer. The large head flared from the delicate shaft looking like some tall mushroom and right now, its color had resumed the deep reddish tone I'd seen earlier. Sean's own breathing was becoming shallow and I knew he was close so I leaned in to watch and to feel this stud as he finally cut loose. Cut loose he did too, cum spurting from the head like a fire house at a 3 alarm fire. The first shot arched in the air, barely missing my sleeve, but the next he aimed squarely at my cock and proceeded to cover it with his own spunk with shot after shot until he finally gave out. Sean grinned and looked at what he'd done, "Guess I'll have to clean that up, won't I?" he said to me. "Guess so" I answered, and then watched as he dove back onto my cock, tongue flying around and then taking the semi-hard length back into his mouth to finish the cleanup. Even this was starting to stir me back up and I knew that a third time was almost asking too much of my 40-something body. Not that I cared how much this would wear me out. This was absolutely the best blowjob, or blowjobs that I'd ever had in my life and I damn sure didn't want it to stop too soon. I could see Sean's cock twitching and starting to harden again and I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was. How fortunate to find someone who gets off on giving pleasure that much. Lucky me! So I leaned back and let the young man have his fun, because that just the way I am. Getting Off Work She didn't know why she kept coming back. Something drew her in. She needed it. Something primal in her, sometimes she just wanted to be fucked. No, she needed it; to be an object of carnal lust, to unapologetically be a creature of sexuality. She had been waiting in the hotel room for two hours. He was supposed to visit during his lunch hour. She had tried to occupy her mind with television and an occasional quick buzz with her vibrator but nothing seemed to hold her interest and she was not yet allowing herself to cum. She just kept flipping through the channels and keeping herself wet. She hoped that he would like what she was wearing, it wasn't much but it was what he liked: Stocking, no panties and a lacy top with easy access to her nipples. She was nervous. He had told her she would look good in heels but she didn't find any that really completed the outfit. She hoped he would not remember. Her phone buzzed and played a deviant clip of song. It was him. He was on his way. She thought about posing on the bed but everything felt stupid. She tried with her legs open. She tried laying on her side. Nothing felt right. She realized that she didn't have any music playing and ran over to her laptop looking through the selections. She had a playlist set up to set the mood, but it wasn't opening. She could hear him at the door and frantically tried the playlist again. It was playing and she moved to go back to the bed as he opened the door and stepped in. She froze. His eyes were scanning her, perusing her, taking inventory. "You didn't wear high heels." His voice was disappointed and inside she cursed to herself. He moved toward her slowly and grabbed her long and slender neck. He leaned in close and smelled her perfume. "How am I supposed to work when I have you sending me pictures all morning?" He asked, his lips brushing over her cheek. She could barely understand his words. As soon as he had walked in, her body had completely rebelled against her mind. She could feel his proximity, a force acting on her body like gravity. His lips were nuzzled against her neck and she could feel his teeth playfully biting at her as he talked. "I don't have time for your games today, but how could I resist such persistence?" as he asked her his hand slipped between her legs, "I mean, those texts were very, very naughty. You knew I was in meetings and you just wanted to tease me didn't you?" He punctuated his question by sliding two fingers into her pussy. They slid easily into her already wet and swollen cunt. She moaned and her need for him to give her and do to her everything she had asked for in those naughty text became, not a request, but an urgent need. She grabbed his hand out of her pussy and pulled the fingers to her mouth and sucked on them with a greedy hunger. She had not been teasing, she wanted all she had asked for and more. He shook his head as if trying to clear it. He looked at his watch and cleared his throat. "I only stopped by because you were not listening to my replies, I can't do this right now." She was nodding and smiling to him as her hands worked on his belt and pants. "Seriously, I told them that I had to run a quick errand, that was the only way I could get away. Today is crazy... busy... I can't..." He was losing his train of thought. Her mouth wrapping around his cock had that effect on her. He was only starting to get hard and she was able to take his cock in her mouth all the way to his balls. "Well then...mmmph I will....umgh... Just have to work fast." She said in gasps, pulling his cock out of her mouth to speak. "Do you think that I should just finish you off by fucking you with my mouth before you have to hurry back to your boring job." She spoke while stroking his cock and rubbing her face over his balls. She motioned him to the side of the bed and he collapsed in that direction as she held onto his pants taking them the remainder of the way off quickly and his shoes still remained on his feet. She grabbed behind his knees and hoisted them up to allow herself better access to his balls. "Maybe, I could come back to work with you and live under your desk, hmmm?" She greedily goobled up his balls and brought her tongue lower teasing him. "I could be quiet." She contradicted herself by suddenly going crazy with her mouth and tongue. Moaning, licking and sucking she moved from his asshole, to his balls, to his cock, back through and did the sequence again every location attacking it like a hungry animal. She ended taking his cock as deeply as she dared and then looking at him while stroking his dick. "Do you want me to stop?" She asked innocently and full of mocking concern. "Do you need to get going?" He answered by quickly getting up and pushing her onto the bed in his place. "Yes, I do." He answered and pulled off his shirt. "But not before I fuck you in the ass" She acted shocked, "Fuck me in the ass? What kind of a dirty whore do you take me for?" He grabbed her hips and pulled her back towards himself and for a moment she was afraid that he would be too excited and wanted to remind him to take it slowly. He grabbed her by the hips and buried his tongue into her ass and began to slobber all over her pussy and ass to get it wet. She almost squealed in delight. He grabbed onto her hair and lifted her hair back. She was begging breathlessly as he rubbed his now the now fully swollen and purple head of his cock against the puckered entrance of her ass. Her moans and begging turned into a wail and scream as she felt him push just the head past her asshole. She clawed across the bed and grabbed her vibrator to press it against her screaming clit while demanding to be fucked hard. He was still slowly and smoothly pushing his cock in and did two or three more slow and deliberate thrusts before pulling her hair back and fucking her hard. She screamed, losing control of the vibrator for a moment her eyes wide and rolled into the back of her head. This is what she was craving and he was giving it to her. His hands came around her and he grabbed her nipples viciously using them as handholds to slam her body back into his. The buzzing of the vibrator against her clit, the slap of his hips into her ass, his cock thrusting deeply into her; all the sensations were vivid and overwhelming. Her entire body shook with her orgasm. She collapsed begging him to stop, she couldn't take it anymore, but she still wanted to be nasty. She spun around. "I want you to fuck my mouth until you cum." She called to him on her knees. He gasped at the way she devoured his cock. He pulled her hair into a ponytail and held it firmly. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and lightly smacked it against her lips and tongue and wiggled it around in her open mouth. Just the sight of her being such a greedy little mouth brought him to the brink. He pulled out of her mouth and began to jack himself off aiming for her neck and tits but she would have none of it. She beat his hands away and grabbed onto his ass with both hands and sucked him hard. She was moaning and crazy. Her head was a blur of motion. He was on the brink and tried to pull her away before he came but she resisted and he began to cum in her mouth. After the first jet she let his cock out of her mouth and smiled triumphantly as the second and third jet hit her chin and breasts. She slowed her furious pumping and was slow and deliberate loving the way it made him squirm. Slowly she took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked gently feeling his entire body shake. She wiped her mouth on his stomach and chest and kissed each of his nipples. He breathing was labored and his mind seemed to be gone. It took a full minute before he could speak. "I really got to get back to work." He said disappointed. She lit a cigarette and blew the smoke into the air through glistening lips. "I know, hurry back, I will still be here when you ... get off." And she kissed him one last time before pushing him out of the bed with a long and slender, leg.