[M]y boss wanked me o[f]f in the showers at work tonight, Part III | 2016

Let me preface this with that since Sunday night, I hadn't had sex with anyone for over a month, and being with a woman three days in a row was taking its toll on my cock/balls and how big a load I shoot out. That being said, it didn't stop Francesca's enthusiasm for cock.

Yesterday morning's fuck that I had with Francesca was amazing, to say the least. No woman that I had been with before knew their way around a man's body like she did. It made me wonder why her ex-husband filed for a.divorce from this goddess of Italo-German heritage, and the only conclusion I could come up with was that amazing sex wasn't enough to keep the marriage going.

Before lunch broke at midday, Francesca came over to my desk and asked if I would sit in with her for a Skype session she would be having with a client, because her usual buddy had bailed on her. In the office, I'm pretty low down in ranking compared with the majority, so I had to feign surprise that she had asked me to join her, rather than someone superior to me.

"You're alright, Franny. I'll sit in with you." said Dennis, a guy who sat two desk behind me."

"Thank you for the offer Dennis, but I'd like Chris to sit in with me. He has the right skillsets I have in mind for these clients."

"Are you sure? You know those schmucks can be real assholes?"

"I'm sure, Dennis. That okay with you, Chris?"

I nodded my head and said sure, and then she left us to go out on lunch.

Throughout lunch, all I could think was this meeting. It wouldn't have been as nerve-wrecking if I had been with somebody else (I've done Skype chats before), but the fact that I had had my cock inside the mouth of the woman would be leading that conversation not four hours ago left me white as a ghost.

"You alright, Chris? You look like you've just been told you're having your balls chopped off in five minutes." said one of my colleagues.

I reassured him that I was fine, but just a bit nervous for the meeting. My colleague told me that I'll be fine; the only reason that Dennis wanted to take it was because he wanted to sweet talk his way into Francesca's pants, to which I gave a nervous laugh to.

Lunch finished, and I returned to the office with my Starbucks coffee in hand. Francesca called me over to her office, and I duly did so, with Dennis scowling in my direction.

She asked me to lock the door, and to close the blinds.

"Way to not make it look suspicious."

Francesca gave me a puzzled look. "Make what look suspicious?"

I gave her a smile "Calling me to do this, rather than somebody else."

"There's nothing to be suspicious about. I genuinely wanted you to help me with this. What, did you think I called you in so you could fuck me?"

I felt like a complete idiot.

I tried to change the subject "....what time is she calling?"

Francesca looked me up and down.

"And you've even got a boner. Oh baby, you're so tragic. Just pass those folders and I'll forget this."

I did what she said, and promptly sat in the chair next to her. The client rang, and the conversation between the three of us began.

I would relay the boring talk we had, but truth be told I wasn't really paying attention. I had let my cock control my body rather than my brain, and he was still hard 20 minutes, which Francesca had noticed. She moved her right hand to my leg, and began feeling my cock through my pants. When the client asked a question to me, Francesca would squeeze my cock tensely enough to evoke a physical reaction, which the client must have noticed.

When the client left for five minutes to fetch some paperwork she had misplaced, Francesca pulled my face towards hers and stuck her tongue down my throat. She grabbed at my belt and I had to stop her from pulling my cock out.

"What are you doing? She could be back any second!"

"I know, that's what makes it fun."

I tried to fight her back, but the lust between us won, and she was bobbing up and down on my cock like a good girl.

The client returned to the conversation. She asked where Francesca was, and Francesca pulled out of her mouth and put on a lie that she had just dropped a pen. She sat back in her chair looking immaculate, and carried on the negotiations as if nothing had happened.

Eventually, the Skype sessionended successfully on our end, and Francesca returned to sucking my cock, which had been out the entirty of the second half of the talk.

It wasn't long before I was going to come so I warned her, but she carried on taking my cock until I emptied my balls into her mouth. She made sure no drop was wasted, and swallowed it all.

She told me to pull my pants up, and throw her the bottle of mouthwash in her cabinet. Before I left to go back to my desk, she gave me a final kiss and slapped my ass.

Five minutes after I was sat down, she exited her office, looking pristine as ever. She really was a pro.