A Hard Day at the OfficebyFrank Noir©
The woman lay on her back on the bed, naked, one hand between her legs, her head thrown back in ecstasy. The man stood at the foot of the bed. He was naked, too, apparently roaring with pleasure. From his erect cock a long, white spurt of semen hung frozen in mid-air, about to spatter the woman's naked body.
I stared at the picture on my computer screen, feeling my cock throb and harden at the sight. I tried to ignore the sensation and focus on my work.
Unfortunately, that picture was my work. Because that's what I do: I'm a photo editor for a glossy men's magazine. Our photographers deliver photos to me in digital format, and I select, crop and touch them up. The magazine takes pride in showing "natural" models in its series -- but they still have to look their best. So a little selection and airbrushing is expected.
Yes, I know. When I tell my friends what I do for a living, their first reaction is envy -- imagine being paid to look at porn! But then, once they've had time to think about it, the envy turns to horror -- how on earth can you focus on doing your job, having to look at sex scenes all day?
But of course, eventually you do get jaded. By now I can look at the pictures in a more abstract way -- like they're just highlights, shadows and textures that I can work with and improve on.
Except every once in a while -- maybe once every few months -- a photo comes along that's just so unbelievably sexy that I can't ignore it. And this was one of them.
I tried to cool off by editing some other photos from the same set. But seeing those two models in whatever poses -- clothed, naked, having sex -- kept bringing my mind back to the picture of the man spraying his sperm over the orgasming woman.
I was sweating. To make things worse, it was a hot summer day, and neither blinds nor air condition managed to keep the temperature at a moderate level. The office was like a greenhouse. I felt drops of sweat trickling down my skin inside my t-shirt.
And that picture. I didn't care -- I just had to look at it again. I clicked it open on my monitor and admired the scene in all its glory.
It was so hot. I could just imagine what it would feel like to be that man. After a long, hard fuck with that beautiful girl, to stand there at the foot of the bed, admiring her sweaty beauty. And feeling the release as the hot sperm shot out of my cock. Feeling the shaft contracting, pumping spurt after spurt of creamy semen over her lovely thighs, her breasts, her pussy...
Breathing hard, I zipped down, freeing my erect cock. I have my own office, and my co-workers hardly ever bother me. I pulled out a drawer in my desk and found some paper tissues. Then I began to masturbating.
Damn, it felt good. I stared at the photograph, almost drooling with lust, slowly stroking my cock at the sight. Ah yes, it would be so good to come now -- and an orgasm would clear my head and let me focus on my work afterwards.
Except that's when the door flew open.
I swiveled around in my chair, turning my back to the door as I frantically tried to stuff my hard-on back into my jeans. But the damn thing seemed to have a life of its own -- hard as a pole, and either too long or sticking out in the wrong angle to get inside the zipper again.
Ow. Damn. Fuck. It was the voice of my boss, Jennifer. Bending forwards slightly, I somehow managed to push my throbbing cock back inside and zip up. I took a deep breath before I turned around to face Jennifer.
"Hi," I gasped.
Jennifer is in her mid-thirties -- ten years older than me - and still a very attractive woman. Big, red hair and a taste for very tight sweaters that can't help but show off her impressive bust. I bet she's the wet dream of every male staff member -- and probably a few of the females as well. She closed the door behind her and looked at me with a curious smile.
"What were you doing just then?" she asked.
"Oh, just looking out the window," I replied casually.
"The blinds are drawn."
"Yeah, I noticed. And I... was planning to..."
"Anyway, I won't keep you long. I wondered: Do you have copies of the 1994 issues?"
Jennifer always keeps a few copies of this year's issues of our magazine in her office. But the main archive is the big filing cabinets in mine. Someone probably figured I might need the old magazines for reference, but so far I haven't used them once.
"Yeah," I said. "Second cabinet from the left. Bottom drawer."
Jennifer stood by the cabinet and bent over. Her short skirt slid up, revealing her thighs and her cute little ass. My cock was still semi-erect and felt big and hot inside my jeans. As I stared at Jennifer's perfect behind, I could swear she wasn't wearing panties -- that I could just glimpse the pink folds of her pussy.
My cock grew completely hard again. But no, I couldn't be. She wouldn't. Would she? I swallowed, unable to look away.
Jennifer found the magazines she wanted, stood up and turned around.
"I'll just borrow these for a couple of days, okay?"
"Sure." My voice had a strange, choked sound. Beneath my desktop my erection twitched, stretching against the fabric of my jeans.
"You sure you're okay?" Jennifer asked. "You look a bit..."
"I'm fine," I replied swiftly. "Just a bit tired. Been working on that "sleazy motel room" series all day."
"Oh yeah." Jennifer beamed. "That turned out rather well, didn't it?"
"It's really hot. Really."
She opened the door, then turned to me again.
"When you're done with that series," she said. "You can take the rest of the day off. It's too damn hot, anyway."
"Thanks. I appreciate it."
Jennifer left my office, and I returned to work. My cock still felt a bit swollen, but I managed to concentrate on editing the last couple of photos. I just wanted to hurry home to take a shower and jerk off -- and not necessarily in that order.
Half an hour later I was done. I took a quick look at the entire series again -- ending with what I now considered to be the hottest damn photograph ever taken by anyone. I was just so damn horny.
On my way home, the subway was unbearably hot. And it seemed to be full of young, pretty girls. I kept brushing up against shapely breasts and cute asses. My cock throbbed inside my jeans.
And every single ad poster seemed to show a sexy babe showing her cleavage and flashing me a lascivious look. I tried to look away -- tried to hide the erection that felt hot and hard next to my thigh. Damn, I couldn't wait to get home.
I ran into the elevator, which seemed to take forever to get me to my floor. Then I ran to my flat and locked the door behind me.
"Shit!" I gasped, my cock twitching with excitement.
I grabbed last month's copy of the magazine and sat down on my couch. I unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans halfway down. My cock sprang out, fully erect.
I leafed through the magazine, remembering an especially hot series that I wanted to jerk off to. The one with the huge, black policeman and the brunette hooker with the lovely breasts. The one with the handcuffs and the dildo. What page was it...?
Then my doorbell rang.
"Fucking hell," I hissed, throwing the magazine on the floor.
I stood up, pulling up my jeans.
The doorbell rang again.
"Okay! Okay!" I shouted, zipping up and pulling my belt tight.
Then I went and opened the door.
My neighbor, Brandi, just stood there, smiling awkwardly. I've always liked Brandi. Who wouldn't? She's a sweet young girl in her early twenties, with rather short dark brown hair, which she wore in pigtails today, making her look even younger. She was dressed in blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt. My god, I could hardly handle any more fabric stretched over shapely female breasts today!
I realized my erection was possibly showing through my jeans, but I tried to play it cool.
"Yes?" I said.
"I'm sorry," she said. "But you know something about computers, don't you?"
"It's just... I can't get on the net. Maybe you could help me. I'd be really, really grateful if you came in and took a look."
I sighed. This must be how doctors feel when strangers approach them at a party, asking for free medical advice. But hey -- I'm just a guy. And you know we'll do anything for a pretty face.
"Okay," I said.
I walked behind Brandi into her flat. The sight of her shapely ass in those jeans, gently bouncing in front of me... I could have pulled out my cock and just jerked off at the sight. But of course I didn't.
"Over here," she said, leading me to her computer. "I've tried changing cables and stuff. But it still doesn't work."
She went down on all fours. Shit, what curves she had... ass, waist, breasts. I almost shouted for her to get back on her feet so the sight wouldn't make me come.
"Okay," I said. "I'll have a look."
She stood up.
"You want anything? Coffee? Tea? A Coke?"
"Coke would be nice," I said. "Thanks."
She went into the kitchen, and I crawled underneath her desk. I found the problem easily: Her cable modem wasn't on -- the power supply had fallen out. There was a mess of cables around the modem, and I picked up one that wasn't connected to anything.
Then I reconnected the modem, stood up and turned on the computer. It seemed to connect to the net immediately. Just to make sure, I opened a browser, and it brought up Brandi's start page... the website of my magazine.
At that moment, Brandi returned from the kitchen, holding two glass bottles of Coke. She giggled nervously.
"Oh yeah," she said. "I hope you're not embarrassed."
"Not at all."
"It's quite a cool magazine you work for. Really."
She placed the bottles on her coffee table. Dewdrops glistened on the cold glass.
"So what was the problem?" she asked.
"The power wasn't on. Simple. And this -- " I dropped the cable on the coffee table " -- this, you don't need."
We both sat down on her couch and sipped our Cokes.
"No wonder you went for the cold drink," she said. "On a hot day like this."
Sitting next to her, I could even smell the sweet scent of her skin. There was no way I could hide my erection. I felt her dark brown eyes looking at my crotch. Then she looked my in the eyes.
"Have a... hard day at the office?" she asked cheekily.
"You wouldn't believe it."
"Mind if I..." her voice changed into a husky whisper, "relieve some of the stress?"
"What... what do you mean?"
She swiftly stood up, pushed the coffee table aside, and knelt down between my thighs.
"You know what I mean," she said, pulling down my zipper.
My hard-on sprang out, and she grabbed it with both hands. She parted her lips and took my cock into her mouth.
"Oh shit!" I gasped.
But it felt so good. So goddamn good. Just the wetness of her mouth touching the skin of my cock was pure bliss, but when she began sucking at my meat, I could have climaxed right then and there.
"Wait..." I whispered.
But she didn't. Looking me straight in the eyes, Brandi began moving her head up and down in a steady sensual rhythm, letting my cock slip in and out of her mouth. I couldn't sit still.
"Fucking hell!" I gasped.
I heard the sound of her sucking my cock. The wet, slurping sound of Brandi's mouth slipping up and down over my erect shaft. I closed my eyes, trying to make it last. But at the same time I felt the uncontrollable urge to let go -- to ejaculate inside her wet, sucking mouth.
"Aaah!" I cried.
My balls tightened into hard, explosive rocks, and I felt the pressure growing. It was as if my semen slowly forced itself up through my twitching cock, ready to burst forth, as Brandi kept licking and sucking at my sensitive shaft.
"Unnnhhh!" I gasped. "Unnnhhh!"
I didn't think I would come so fast. But I almost fainted with pleasure as my cock began contracting, pumping spurt after spurt of semen into Brandi's mouth. I tried to pull out, but she grabbed my ass and pulled me back in, swallowing load after load of my abundant sperm. As my orgasm receded, she just kept sucking, emptying me of every last drop, drinking it down .
I fell back on the couch, exhausted.
"Oh my god," I gasped.
Brandi sat next to me and wiped her mouth, smiling. Then she reached for her Coke.
"That was quite a load, big boy. Bet you haven't had any for quite a while..."
She took a large sip of the bottle Coke and winked at me.
I looked down at my cock. It looked bright red, but was now slowly growing soft. I felt completely spent.
But I couldn't stop now. It was as if a deep sensation of lust had built up inside me all day. A lust that was not satisfied with just one orgasm.
My cock hung soft between my legs. But as I looked at sweet little Brandi I knew I still wanted more. Didn't want her to get off that easy.
"Take your clothes off," I said calmly.
Brandi's eyes opened wide in surprise.
"You heard me," I said.
She shook her head.
"You naughty, naughty boy," she said.
Slowly, she stood up and pulled off her t-shirt. Her breasts were even more beautiful than I imagined. Then she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her jeans and her black satin panties and stood naked in front of me. Her pussy was neatly trimmed -- there was just a small patch of dark hair above the inviting, pink slit.
"Like that?" she said.
I stood up, nodding.
"Lie down on the couch," I said.
Obediently, Brandi lay on her back on the couch.
"No," I said. "Like this. Come here."
I pulled on her legs, dragged her ass towards me, placing it on the armrest. Her shoulders rested on the seat of the couch, but her pussy was up in the air -- and directly in front of my face.
I bent down and let my tongue slide over her labia. She moaned. I parted her thighs and began licking her pussy rhythmically. Gradually, I focused my attention on her clit, letting my tongue circle her little pink button until she started grinding her pelvis against my mouth.
She was wet now. Really wet. The intoxicating taste of the young girl's sweet, spicy juices made my head spin. I made my tongue hard and forced the tip into the mouth of her pussy. Then out, then back in. Then out -- then in, fucking her with my tongue.
Brandi whimpered with pleasure, her ass gyrating on the armrest.
I thrust two fingers into her pussy as my tongue found her clit once more. I licked around it, applying gentle pressure to its hood. And as Brandi gasped in ecstasy, I began moving my fingers back and forth in her sweet, succulent pussy.
"Ohmigod," she gasped. "Stop it! Ohmigod..."
I kept on licking and finger-fucking her, knowing it was a matter of seconds before she succumbed to her orgasm. I drank the sweet juice that trickled from her excited pussy, until a few more laps of my tongue finally brought her over the edge.
"Aaah!" she cried, her fingers feverishly grabbing my hair, pushing my face into her pussy. "Aaah!"
Brandi thrashed about on the couch, as the climax surged through her body. Once more, I forced my tongue all the way into her pussy, making her scream with pleasure. I held it there, feeling her sweet flesh contracting in spasm after lustful spasm.
Finally, I slipped my tongue from her moist crevice. Still shivering from her orgasm, Brandi looked at me with glazed eyes.
"Fucking hell!" she whispered.
"Shut up", I snapped. "I'm not done with you yet."
I grabbed the computer cable from the coffee table. Lifting Brandi's arms over her head, I tied the cable twice around her wrists, then tied a triple knot. Brandi shook her head, her eyes open wide.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
I took an empty coke bottle from the table and placed the neck of the bottle at the mouth of her pussy.
"No," she whispered. "No... please..."
Slowly, I forced the mouth of the bottle in between her labia. Her pussy yielded, opening like a wet, pink flower. She sobbed quietly. I pulled the bottle back out, then pushed it in again. What a beautiful sight!
Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that this was something I wouldn't normally do -- that I wasn't this kind of pervert. But pure animal lust had taken over my brain -- and my mouth went dry with lust as I watched Brandi's pussy opening and closing around the cold, hard neck of the Coke bottle.
Her tied hands yanked helplessly at the cable, as I proceeded to fuck her with the bottle.
"Yeah," I whispered. "You like that, don't you?"
"Nooo," she whimpered. "Please... stop it..."
Her protests just turned me on even more. I saw her juices glistening on the bottle neck as I slipped it in and out of her pussy -- increasing the rhythm -- going faster, faster...
My cock was getting hard at the sight. I pulled the bottle from Brandi's pussy and put it to her lips.
"Lick it," I said.
And obediently, she stuck out her tongue to lick her own juices from the bottle.
"Yeah," I said, "you just love the taste of pussy, don't you?"
I put the bottle back on the coffee table and pulled off my t-shirt. Then I pulled off my jeans and stood naked in front of Brandi, my cock now fully erect. I made her sit on the couch, her ass resting on the edge of the seat. Her hands were still tied above her head, making her breasts stick out, her nipples hard as glass.
I knelt between her legs, pointing my cock straight at her dripping wet pussy. God, how I wanted to feel her soft flesh wrapped around my cock.
"What a fine piece of ass you are," I said. "You sure deserve a good fucking."
I grabbed my cock in my fist and guided it towards the entrance to her pussy, pushing just the tip of the head inside.
"Mmm," she whimpered.
I froze in position, only half an inch of my cock inside her. She gave me a puzzled look.
"Go ahead," I said calmly. "Fuck me."
Her thighs quivered impatiently.
"But..." she gasped.
"You wanna fuck?" I said. "My cock is right here. But you do the motion. C'mon, wriggle that sweet little ass of yours. I know you can do it."
Brandi bit her lip. Whimpering, with her hands tied above her head, she began moving her pelvis back and forth, making my cock slide in and out of her slippery cunt. Damn, that felt good.
"Yeah," I whispered.
She began moving faster, thrusting against me. I held perfect still, feeling her soft pussy engulfing my rigid cock with every stroke. A torrent of sperm was building up inside me once again, and I wanted Brandi to come with me.
Her gaze was fixed on my cock, as she focused all her energy on thrusting against me. Her lovely breasts bounced gently back and forth in time with the rhythm. I put my thumb against her hard little clit and began rubbing it.
"Ohmigod!" she gasped.
My cock was slick with juice, as I watched it slipping in and out, in and out of her sweet, juicy crevice. She began sobbing, louder and louder as her climax approached.
"Yeah," I whispered, on the edge of orgasm myself, "come for me, baby! Let me watch!"
Brandi kept thrusting, her sobs building to a loud cry of pleasure, as my thumb kept massaging her clit. And finally, the climax surged through her, making her shiver in ecstasy, her pussy clenched spasmodically around my cock.
"Aaah!" she cried. "Aaah!"
I grunted like an animal, as I pulled my explosive cock from her pussy. As the orgasm shook her body, I grabbed my cock in my fist, not masturbating, just feeling the pressure slowly building up through the shaft. Waiting, waiting. Until finally, the first spurt of semen burst out through my cock, shooting several feet across Brandi's naked body.
"Fuuuck!" I yelled. "Yeah!"
I felt my cock jerking wildly in my fist, pumping load after load of hot sperm onto the skin of the dazed girl. My ejaculation seemed to go on forever, releasing a fountain of creamy juice, making my head spin with pleasure.
And then, the final spurt. And the last, thick drops of sperm flowed lazily from my cock, dripping on to Brandi's floor.