His last coworker left. He still had time to put in and a few projects to wrap up so he was working late. As soon as he heard the door latch, he grabbed his phone and headphones and started browsing his favorite porn site, rubbing his crotch, pinching and manipulating his cock and balls through his shorts until he grew enough that the current position of his prick was uncomfortable. He reached down into his shorts and adjusted himself to accommodate his growing erection. He closed his eyes and put the phone down, just listening to the sounds of sex full blast in his headphones. He scooted his chair out and leaned back, unfastening his shorts and pulling his cock free.
He began stroking slowly at first, gaining in speed and force as the sex he was listening to started to intensify.
“SLOW DOWN!”
He stopped cold, like a deer in headlights, shorts around his ankles, hand on cock. He opened his eyes and started to turn around, reaching for his shorts.
“Don’t move. Don’t stop. Just slow down, I want to watch and help. And we can’t do that if you finish too fast.”
He thought he recognized the voice, but he wasn’t sure, it was a lot more forceful and demanding than he’d ever heard his coworker be.
He knew that he would be in deep trouble if whoever this was reported his behavior, so he obeyed. “Besides,” he thought, “if this is her, damn, did I just luck out.”
“Keep your eyes closed,” the voice continued.
He did and the next thing he felt was a soft velour cloth being fastened over his eyes. “Just in case you decide to peek,” she said, pulling the blindfold tight and securing it.
His cock twitched at the idea of this “anonymous” sex, and he started stroking faster again. “I told you to go slower!” the woman yelled at him and smacked his hand with something.
He wasn’t sure what it was but startled him. It felt like a wide stretch of some heavy cloth because it didn’t hit only his hand, but wrapped around it, striking his shaft and testicles as well. She’d hit him softly enough that it hadn’t hurt, but the cloth was heavy and made a bit of a thud as it struck. His mind filtered through things he’d seen in some of the pictures and videos he’d watched and it settled on a suede flogger.
He slowed down again, knowing what damage a flogger could do if she were to strike harder. Plus, the shock of the strike had jolted him out of his arousal enough that he’d gone mostly limp.
She removed the headphones and asked him, “Now, wouldn’t you prefer to hear the real thing instead?”
He nodded his assent vigorously, “Fuck yes!”
“Fuck yes, what?” she asked.
Bewildered, he responded, “Umm, fuck yes, ma’am?”
“That’ll work, I suppose. For now.”
He heard clothing drop the floor behind him, then heard her climb onto his desk in front of him. His cock regained its full erection and he stroked it evenly and smoothly. He heard her rubbing and fingering her wet pussy, the sloshy fapping noises mingling in his mind with her scent. It was almost enough to make him blow his load even at this slow pace. He stopped stroking and just let the sounds and scents wash over him, his prick doing a little dance of its own, begging, in its own way, for release.
“Don’t stop. I like watching you,” she commanded, “If you stop, I’ll stop. And I KNOW you don’t want that.”
She swatted his crotch again with the flogger a little more firmly than before, but still not enough to hurt. “Please, ma’am, I want to watch you too,” he gasped, reaching up for the blindfold.
The flogger came down on his hands and face hard enough this time to make them sting. “NO! Now, get back to work on that cock of yours!”
He obeyed again, stroking his dick carefully, pausing at all the wrong moments, in order to delay the inevitable and prolong the show his mind was getting.
“Please, ma’am, I need to stop. I’m going to cum.”
“I said no, and I meant it.”
After a few agonizing moments of trying to hold back, he heard her stop masturbating, and hop off the desk. Her hands wrapped around his and he almost exploded on the spot.
Her hands pried his away, and his head was engulfed in a warm, wet, embrace. That sent him over the edge!
“Nngghhhhhoooohhhhgoooooodddddyyeeeessssssss!” he screamed as his cock exploded; twitching, jumping, and spasming with orgasm; filling her mouth with hot, salty semen.
His body went entirely limp, though his erection was still twitching with aftershock waves, some of which would make his whole body jump in his chair.
He didn’t even hear her leave.