Unwanted Heat

I shuddered when my hands came in contact with her creamy, flawless skin. The bulge in my crotch had grown even bigger, and I felt my body ablaze with desire.

“Just, massage it to relax the knots and the hard muscles,” she continued.

My fingers tentatively touched the area. It was good to feel its velvety and soft texture that I wanted to bury my face and kiss every inch of it.

She guided my hands through her legs, splaying my fingers on her skin and then moving them up and down them. Her fingers were atop mine; increasing the satisfying sensation I was feeling. She was seducing me! My breath came in gasps as she pressed on my fingers and massaged her legs with them.

Her beautiful face was inches from my own; I could smell her enticing perfume. I wanted to grab her, pin her down, and kiss her on the lips, but I didn’t have the strength. I was weak all over. Coward! I taunted myself.

“Ah, that’s enough,” she abruptly released my fingers. “Thank you. You can leave now,” she said offhandedly.

I was astonished at her sudden withdrawal. I stood up slowly, my body still smoldering with lust, my manhood erect and ready to spring.

She shooed me away with her hand, “Go on, I have a visitor,” she ordered.

I moved towards the door with every part of my body aching and horny and collided with someone. I looked up to meet two alluring eyes gazing back at me. “Sorry,” I apologized and tried to help her up.

“…and what have we got here?” she exclaimed, startled. “Katy . . . Katy . . . what are you up to now?” her voice faded as the door closed behind me.

I surveyed the empty office, got my belongings, and hurriedly left for home. I had unbuckled my belt and brought out my tucked-in shirt to hide my erection. God, that woman is a tease, I concluded. Making me horny and then sending me home. But if she did allow me to stay, what would I have done? I didn’t know what to do next, anyway.

I decided to walk a few blocks to cool my burning body. It was the first time in years that I had been so aroused that I needed to jerk off. Damn! I’ll have to do it all by myself again.

I went straight to the shower and took hold of my rigid 8-feet cock. It was ready to charge and fuck anyone’s pussy, but I didn’t have the nerve to go around and find a one-night stand. I had always been timid about this aspect of my life.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

I closed my eyes as my familiar fingers enclosed my phallus lovingly.

Aaah, now I can have release. I grabbed the shower head and directed the gentle, jet of water into the tip of my penis and now and then, my balls. It created a tickling sensation that enhanced my arousal. I masturbated almost daily and I was fearful I might be overdoing it, but the birdie inside my undies was oftentimes awake, I had to put it to sleep.

I turned off the shower and lay supine on the empty bathtub. I reached for the KY jelly in the drawer and squeezed a generous amount of it into my palms. With the help of the lube, I massaged my cock with the pressure and speed that I preferred. I closed my eyes and imagined CEO Katy Swift’s slender fingers moving the length of my dick and her pouty lips taking in my red meat into her mouth. I sputtered as I climaxed and ejaculated.

That night, I dreamt of Katy’s succulent lips, tits, and pussy and I was hard again when I awakened. I had to take a cold shower before my erection subsided. I wanted to masturbate but the sensitive skin of my cock had turned reddish and was sore due to so much rubbing.

I reported to work the next morning full of enthusiasm. Every time I remembered what I did after office hours, I felt my body ignite with the flames of passion. I was requested to report to the CEO a few times during the day, but she did not indicate that she recalled what happened the day before.

“Mr. Anthis, this client is a big shipping company. Make sure you don’t commit mistakes,” she had cautioned me the first time she asked me to report to her.

The second time, she ordered me to find a tax file from a USB storage device. The third time, she requested me to compute for the tax exemption of a wealthy client. All these she did with a poker face; I started to believe that what happened yesterday was a product of my rich imagination.

My assumption proved to be false though, because after office hours, when I was about to leave, her secretary called me in.

“Out of the new employees, why me?” I curiously asked the secretary. “Employers’ preferences,” she replied.

I almost freaked as I stepped into the room. She was standing by her table, her back to me. I caught my breath when I saw her shapely back and butt crack exposed by her backless dress.

“Mr. Anthis, you’ll have to do overtime work again. Is that okay with you?” she gushed evenly.

My insides rattled, “Yes, okay ma’am,” I managed to reply.

She pushed a button on her desk and the bookshelf behind her table opened.

“Follow me,” she said.