Executive Privilege
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Leave it for Tuesday
Sharon felt irritable, tired, and tense. She stretched in her chair and yawned. It was 6:55 on a Friday evening, and she had been at work since 7:10 that morning. She had removed her jacket and kicked her shoes off hours ago, but was still dressed in her corporate gray skirt-suit and white top with a matching belt.
She did a few neck rolls, and resumed her work at the computer. A few minutes later, she heard a noise outside her office in the cubicle area. Who could be around here at this hour on a Friday? she thought. On a three day weekend, too. The cleaning crew had already been and left. Even on normal weekends the building was deserted after 6pm on Fridays.
Glancing through her office window blinds she saw a tall figure walking through the rows of cubicles. They stopped, and then made their way toward her office. In a moment Daniel, a junior marketing assistant, appeared at her office door.
“I thought I saw someone in your office. What are you doing here so late on such a nice Friday evening, Sharon? A three day weekend, too. ”
“Hey, Daniel. I’m trying to get this Pensky proposal ready by Tuesday since Ann’s on vacation. I thought I’d just plow through it now so I don’t have to come back and work on it tomorrow. I want to enjoy Presidents Day weekend,” she replied. “And what about you? What brings you back to the office so late?” she asked.
“I was out having a couple beers with friends after work, then I realized I’d left my backpack here. It’s got my gym clothes in it and that’s where I’m headed next. I almost didn’t make it into the building before they locked the doors."
“Going to go work off those beers, huh?” she asked with a smile.
“Gonna try,” he said grinning. “You look tense and tired though, Sharon. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather come back tomorrow and finish the proposal? It’s late, and you said you’d gotten here at seven o’clock.”
“I’ve thought about it,“ she replied. “I should at least take a break. In addition to the long day I’ve only been doing simple stretches here at my desk.”
Daniel looked thoughtful and hesitant for a moment.
“Well, one thing I haven’t told many people is that I recently started going to massage school.”
“Really?" Sharon exclaimed. “Then you’re just the person I want to see!” She thought for a moment. “I hope that schooling doesn’t mean you’ll be leaving us, though."
“No worries there, it’s just something I want to do, and the extra money wouldn’t hurt – a side job,” he replied.
Sharon paused.
“I hesitate to ask this, but would you mind rubbing my shoulders a bit?”
“I was thinking about suggesting that,” Daniel said, smiling. “It would give me a chance to practice on someone who’s not a classmate. It’s kind of not appropriate I guess, though – I mean as co-workers.”
In fact, they were department manager and subordinate. Sharon was a vice president in marketing, and had interviewed and hired Daniel. Why not? she thought. After all, some high-tech firms offered free shoulder massages to their employees. Consider it “executive privilege.”
Questionable edge
Sharon was 45, with two daughters in college. In addition to being a vice president she had almost 20 years at the firm. A woman of average looks, the way she carried herself and her smile and demeanor made her seem more attractive than she was.
Sharon gave a short laugh and said “Look, we’ve been working together for over a year now. I have no misgivings about asking you to rub my shoulders.”
“Well, okay,” Daniel replied.
He stepped around to the back of her chair as she leaned forward a bit over her desk, and began working on her shoulders and upper back.
“Yeah, you’re pretty tense. You should do some de-stressing exercises if you’re going to be working at a desk that long,” Daniel said.
He’s good, she thought, feeling some of the tension and stress disappear under his skilled hands. Sharon was becoming more relaxed, and worked hard to suppress a moan.
“They are teaching you well at that massage school,” Sharon said.
Then she thought, it feels so good. She wished Brad weren’t gone–she could use some of his physical attention.
Daniel continued the massage for several more minutes, and then asked, “Where did your boyfriend go? Why didn’t you go with him?”
“He’s gone on a motorcycling trip with a few of his buddies. They’re driving the River Road from the source of the Mississippi to its mouth in New Orleans, and then taking in Mardi Gras. They’re making it a 17 day trip. He calls me every night.”
“Wow, that sounds like an awesome trip. When did he leave?”
“A week ago Monday.” Sharon didn’t want these good feelings to end, his touch was heavenly. She had had a hard week, with Brad leaving, and the long stressful days at work while Ann was on vacation.
Daniel was single, 26, and had rather long brown hair that was wavy and a bit stringy. He was kind of a nerdy hipster type who dressed a bit too funky for a corporate marketing department. He had a nice build though; despite his nerdy appearance he spent a lot of time in either in the gym or in the art studio. He also had a short scruffy beard.
In his spare time Daniel was an artist, creating strange modern works of photography mixed with painting, with occasional female nudes. His pieces had a sensuality to them but the sensibility of Jackson Pollack. Sharon tried to put together all these incongruities about Daniel: Working in a corporate marketing environment, the geeky style, gym rat, artist, and – masseur?
Daniel stroked her hair for a few moments, then gave her hair a gentle tug to signal an end. She felt a familiar tingle inside her, as it had felt very erotic. She sighed, still hunched over her desk, wondering if he knew, at least for her, that it was “a move.” She didn’t think it was his intent, but it had gotten her attention.
Finally Daniel said “OK, I think we’ll stop here. You don’t seem as tense now.”
She paused as she thought a moment, wondering more about those “executive privileges.”
Then she said in a quiet voice, “No, I think I’ve still got some tension left in me,” which Daniel didn’t hear.
She sat upright in her chair and turned to face him. Daniel started to walk away.
Do as you’re told
“Wait. Don’t go yet.”
He stopped and looked at her.
She paused before smiling and saying to Daniel, “You know, Daniel, it isn’t easy being in my position, as a vice president and a department manager. It requires a lot of responsibility, which comes with a lot of stress, most often when it comes to managing people. But, there are certain perks to being in a vice president’s role; you could call them ‘executive privileges’ I guess,” she said, getting out of her chair.
Daniel scowled. She took no notice and went on.
“I suppose you’ve at least heard of some of the privileges that executives and some managers have. One of them is obvious — telling a subordinate what to do, and then they do it.”
She paused and looked into his eyes.
Daniel gave a quiet scoff through his nostrils and said, “I’m not sure what you’re getting at, Sharon.”
She looked at the floor and then said, “What I mean is, I still have some tension left in me. Maybe you didn’t hear me say that a minute ago.”
Her gaze returned to his face and she smiled.
“I’m asking you to finish the job you started, because we can’t leave work half done in this office.”
Daniel’s expression turned to one of exasperation as he looked at the ceiling.
“OK, then, what would you like me to do?” he asked.
It wasn’t that she was missing Brad, she had gotten turned on by Daniel’s touch. Now she was determined to take advantage of some of those executive privileges. Come hell or high water.
“A woman has certain needs, Daniel,” she said, looking him in the eye and reaching out to rub his crotch.
“Sh – Sharon, what are you doing?“ Daniel asked, moving away and backing into the credenza.
A photo leaning upright on the credenza fell flat with a bang.
“You’re my boss! And–you have a boyfriend.”
“Which makes it all the more delicious, doesn’t it?” she asked, not quite believing she’d said it.
“Oh no. I can’t believe this is happening,” Daniel said, and Sharon felt something in his slacks growing harder and longer.
She ran a polished fingernail down its length.
“You know, I think he wants to come out and play,” she said. “Don’t you think he wants to play? I think he knows what you want better than you do.”
Daniel struggled with his thoughts as she rubbed and stroked him through his pants. He was trapped between the credenza and his boss. There was nowhere to go!
Sharon felt his cock straining inside his pants, so she unzipped him. She felt inside his boxer-briefs, and pulled it out so it could get some air. She gazed at it. It was at least six inches long, had a slight up-curve in shape, and ended in a long, thick, tapered tip. It was like a ready-made G-spot cock.
Delicious taboo
Sharon loved sex, and was very orgasmic. In her younger years she had been considered a slut (which accounted in part for her marriage at age 19 and later divorce).
She knelt on the floor in front of him, and slowly and methodically took his entire length into her mouth, until her nose bumped against his shaved pubis and she heard him gasp. She made guttural, half-choking noises as she worked it down her throat. She rolled her tongue around it a couple times, then slid it out slowly, until the entire rod was out of her mouth. And then she did the same thing again … and again.
Sharon looked at Daniel’s closed eyes as she sucked, then her gaze took in more of him. He was tall, had a wiry frame, tight abs, narrow hips, and rather scrawny thighs. Brad had a stockier build,so his thighs were more like a baseball catcher’s. He wasn’t particularly tan. Sharon enjoyed the sun in her free time, so her skin contrasted with his.
She enjoyed looking at the area where his outer thigh met his hip, seeing the muscle tighten as he sometimes made a thrust of his own into her mouth. She looked at his cock the next time she slid it out of her mouth, and saw that it was now covered in gobs and bubbles of her drool. She loved the look and texture of his cock, its veins and the thick spongy head. Her pussy was wet, and she felt a familiar, aching hunger inside her.
She caressed his balls as she sucked, and he grabbed her head with both hands and moaned.
Letting go of his balls, she slid her hands up and unbuttoned his shirt–his chest was nicely toned. She loved feeling his belly and chest, knowing what pleasure she was giving him as he sighed. She felt her pussy drip in anticipation.
She again took all of his length into her mouth. Then she reached behind him and grabbed both his butt cheeks, pulling him hard into her. This added another inch to his length inside her mouth, and she almost retched, but escaped the situation by quickly sliding his dick out until just the head was in her mouth.
Daniel moved to the side away from Sharon slightly, his cock slipping from her mouth.
“I thought this was about relieving your work tension,” he said.
Sharon stood up, and then leaned her hips on the edge of her desk.
“I think we’ve got a real good start on that,” she replied in a throaty voice.
Looking him in the eyes with a lustful expression, she slowly lifted her skirt up around her waist, and then opened her legs. Her arousal had completely soaked through both her panties and the crotch of her nylons, and she could see the desire in his eyes when he saw the damp dark patch between her legs.
“Oh man, that looks so good,” he said.
Still looking into Daniel’s eyes, Sharon said to him in the same low, sexy voice, “I need something else from you now.”
Daniel watched as she straightened up and reached under her skirt. She then took off her underwear and nylons together, and removed her skirt. Next, she unbuttoned and removed her top, and finally reached around to unclasp her bra. Her breasts fell free, and Daniel looked her over appreciatively. Sharon liked the way he looked at her, like he had no idea his middle-aged boss looked as good as she did.
Naked, she cleared away papers, computer mouse and keyboard, and some photos from her desk, then hopped on top of it. Daniel reached down and began to finger her sopping pussy, which opened immediately for his fingers.
“I don’t need any foreplay, just… I need to feel you inside me,” she said, her voice dripping with desire.
She lay down on the desk so her pussy was at the edge, and then opened and lifted her legs.
“Come here,” she told him, grabbing his cock and pulling him toward her.
Daniel moved forward, and she rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy. It made her tremble, especially in her legs. He kept rubbing and teasing her.
“Please…” she begged. “Fuck me, I need you inside me.”
Then he slowly but firmly plunged the whole of his rod into her wet sheath.
“Oh yessssss! That’s what I want!” Sharon moaned.
The only thing that existed right now for her was Daniel’s hard cock inside her wet pussy.
“Yeah, fuck me good baby!” she half-whispered.
Sharon wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his ass, threw her head back and pulled him harder into her. Daniel pumped his cock in and out, the sloshing noises filling Sharon’s office.
A wave started to form somewhere inside her. It started far offshore and began to build, taking her along in its force. Then it started to crest, crashed on the beach, and she felt herself cumming.
“Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!”
Daniel stayed with her, continuing to move in and out of her as she came. His hips moved like a machine on ball bearings as held her legs open and pumped.
Easy rider
Feeling bolder and more comfortable, Daniel pulled his still-hard cock from her sodden pussy as she lay panting.
“Would you like to try anal?” he asked.
“What? Are you fucking serious?!” she exclaimed.
She had thought of trying it with her husband when she was married to him, but found herself too shy to suggest it.
“Yeah, I’m serious. I’m pretty experienced with it, and there’s no risk of pregnancy that way.”
“Oh my god,” Sharon said, and lowered and then shook her head as she thought for a moment. “Okay, I’ll try it. But you have to promise me you’ll stop if it hurts too much.”
“You got it,” Daniel said. ”Do you have any lubrication? In your purse or something?”
“Yeah, I have some lotion in my purse.”
She got down off the desk and moved to the credenza on the other side of the office, reached into her purse, and took out a small bottle of lotion. She handed it to him. Then she bent over the desk and noticed a small puddle on its surface. Damn, she didn’t know she was that wet! Daniel spread some lotion on his cock, and then Sharon opened her legs.
He took some lotion and worked it into her butt crack. Sharon thought his finger felt good as he dipped it into her backdoor. Then he did the same with two fingers, reaching around with his free hand to rub her clit. She responded by moaning and opening her legs wider.
He finger-fucked her ass until she started to move her hips. He inserted a third finger. His fingers felt good, all those nerve endings he was stimulating were jumping now, as she sighed happily.
When she began to feel loosened up, he slowly introduced a fourth finger, shaping his fingers into a tight cone. He inserted them no farther than the second knuckle so as not to hurt her. She could feel herself relaxing and opening for his fingers.
“Do you feel like you’re ready?“ he asked.
“I think so. Let’s try it,” she answered.
He removed his fingers from her, and placed the tip of his cock on her back door. Sharon reached back and stretched her ass open as wide as she could to allow him easier entry. She felt very exposed, and it turned her on something fierce. Feeling his dick begin to penetrate her, she grasped the front edge of the desk.
“Fuck! It hurts! Stop!“ she yelled.
Daniel pulled out.
“Think back to how relaxed you were when I was rubbing your shoulders. Apply that feeling of relaxation here. And it may sound corny, but think of yourself as an opening flower.”
Sharon closed her eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled. She tried to mentally let go, and her body relaxed as she recalled the feeling for a few moments.
He positioned himself and tried to slide into her again, and this time she felt herself opening to him. It felt like the ultimate surrender, to allow him to penetrate her like this. In a moment she felt his entire length embedded within her, filling her. He began to move slowly, almost imperceptibly at first. Sharon began to get used to the invader, and then was filled with a tingling pleasure as he gently fucked her ass.
“Oh gaaawwwd! I get it now! It feels so good!”
She smiled at how skilled he was, and then had a mental picture of how she might look to anyone coming by. There she’d be, bent over andgrasping her desk, her young subordinate plowing in and out of her ass. The image made her hornier.
Daniel began to lose himself in his passion, fucking her harder. Sharon’s office filled with their grunts and moans
He grasped her hips once more, and she sensed he was getting ready to cum.
“Wait! I don’t want you to cum in or on my ass, it'll be too messy.”
“What do you suggest then?” Daniel asked, breathlessly.
“I want you to cum in my mouth,” she heard herself say, which was unusual, because she didn’t usually care for the taste. She also surprised herself in another way, because it wasn’t like her to take a cock in her mouth that had been in her ass.
Daniel stepped back while Sharon got off the desk, then knelt on the floor in front of him. She took him in her mouth, and could taste her ass on his cock. The taste was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, but kind of musky. She closed her eyes, grasped his ass, and took him deeper down her throat until her nose was once more against his mound.
Daniel grasped Sharon’s head tightly with both hands. She felt his climax mounting as she sucked him. Then his body tensed, and she felt a hot rush flowing from the base of his cock along the underside and up its length. She heard him gasp in pleasure, felt his cock swell and lurch, and then spurt after hot white spurt of cum splashed at the back of her throat.
She bore down to swallow it all, grimaced, and realized that there was no way she was going to take it all. Releasing his cock, she lifted her face and opened her mouth wide, and let the last spurts splash on her face and open mouth. The warm fluid dribbled down her chin and onto her tits.
It was over. They looked at each other, breathing hard.
“Oh my god,“ they said almost simultaneously, and broke into laughter.
They laid in the afterglow for several minutes, Daniel’s head resting on her shoulder as she stroked his hair.
Daniel stood up to let Sharon up, and sat on the desk. Sharon reached for a few tissues and wiped herself.
“Well, I’m definitely not feeling any more tension now,” she laughed.
Daniel chuckled.
“I think I’ll skip the gym tonight,” he said.
There was an awkward silence.
“I think I’d better go now,” Daniel said suddenly, and he began to dress.
They said an awkward goodbye.
Not herself
Sharon did not move from the desk until Daniel had gone. When she did there waolds a bigger puddle on the desk’s surface.
She dressed, collected herself and her things. Then she put things back where they belonged, and took a small hand mirror out of her handbag. Examining herself, she noticed that some makeup was messy, but not too bad, considering.
Heading for the ladies room down the hall, she checked on the way to see if anyone had been around to catch their encounter. Seems safe, she thought. She had a pee, washed, and checked herself in the bathroom mirror. Then she made some touch-ups to her hair.
How the hell did that happen, she asked herself as she walked to the parking garage. Daniel was an attractive young man, certainly, and she had been alone in the office with good-looking guys before. She had even flirted with them when out with girlfriends. This wasn’t like her. What had happened to her?
When she got home there was a message on the landline for her from Brad: “Hi hon, it’s me, just checking in to say we’re all fine, was hoping to hear your voice. Where are you? We’ll talk tomorrow, I guess. Love you.”
Sharon didn’t know what to do. Should she call a girlfriend? No, her friends would be shocked if they heard about this encounter, not to mention her boyfriend. These days she was holding up a reputation as a “good girl.” But even good girls can succumb in the moment, she thought.
She went into the bathroom, turned on the water for the tub, took off her clothes, and sat on the toilet to pee. Her pussy and tits were still sticky. She poured some bubble bath and lit a candle, and then got into the tub for a good hot soak, and had a good sob as well. Sharon hadn’t meant to be unfaithful to her boyfriend.
Sharon got out of the bath, dried off, and then got her nightgown out of the closet and put it in. Then she had a late, light dinner alone with her thoughts, feeling like shit. She watched a sitcom on TV for a while, then brushed her teeth, went to the bathroom, and got into bed.
She had a restless night, feeling horrible, and arguing with herself about this question: Could she, should she ever tell her boyfriend about the one-night stand with Daniel?
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