Stress Relief
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Stress Relief
Samantha
The rest of the week, Dashawn and I went to lunch with clients, met potential clients with
Ashton, another agent named Marie and Ashton’s new secretary, Robert. I really liked Robert.
He was a chatterbox and had fun stories. He was a great secretary. He always had Ashton’s
contracts perfect for approval, and he anticipated Ashton’s needs perfectly.
“I swear if Ashton wasn’t straight I’d pull the whole, let me relieve your stress boss, move,” he
said to me one day.
I looked at him with a furrowed brow.
“What do you mean?”
“Girl, that man is so fine. I am so jealous of Cia. But they make the cutest couple, besides
you and Mr. Krew, of course. But you know what I mean. Relieve his stress,” he said to me, looking at me like he’s trying to say ‘you know?‘
“I’m still not getting it.”
He scoffed, “You can not be this innocent. You’re what, twenty–four?”
I nodded.
He stared at me and then his eyes widened.
“Sam, is Mr. Krew your first?”
“My first what? Lover?”
He nodded, and then sò did I.
He choked on his water. We went out to lunch. Dashawn and Ashton were in a meeting with
some of the shareholders. We were told we were not needed for this one, so we decided to
have lunch together.
“That’s so cute,” he said. “Anyway, when I say relieve his stress, I meant getting under his
desk and then blowing him.”
It was my turn to choke on my water. He cackled at me.
“First, Gia would kill you. Second, I think I could fit under Dashawn’s desk,” I said thoughtfully.
Robert laughed even louder. People in the cafeteria turned and looked at us.
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“He does have that deep mahogany desk that goes all the way to the ground. He’s so tall he
had it custom–made for his legs. I’m only 5 ‘3. I could go all the way to the back, he’d never see
me.”
“You are not seriously thinking of doing this?” Robert said in surprise.
“He’s the only one I’ve ever been with. He’s rocked my world so many times, I want to do something to rock his. I’d hate for him to get bored with me.”
“That man is so in love with you, he would never get bored with you.”
“He has another world he’s a part of. They get wild. Sometimes I wonder if I match up with
what he’s already experienced.”
“Are you talking about the whole biker thing?” Robert asked.
“How do you know about that?” I asked.
“I’m a big fan of Misfit. I’ve seen all the old.shows on YouTube. I’ve seen the biker’s in the audience, and I follow all her social media. Doing that, I found who she really was and started following Owen’s social media. I’ve done it for fourteen years. Owen posts a lot about the Lords Of Chaos, mostly all the family days. He adds pictures. I knew who Mr Krew, Cia and Kimber were before I started working here. It’s kind of a fanboy moment for me. I feel like I’ve grown up with them. I’m two years older than them though.”
“Do Dashawn and Ashton know this?”
“Yeah. I was completely open during my interviews. I think that’s one of the reasons I was hired. I am totally loyal to that particular biker group. I’d even help hide a body,” he whispered.
“You’re that loyal.”
“Oh, for sure. My parents were pretty neglectful. They didn’t like I was g*y. But at least they didn’t kick me out. Finding the old video’s of Misfit on YouTube saved my life. Following Owen, helped me see that not all families are awful.”
That broke my heart for him. I leaned over and hugged him. He beamed at me.
“I’m glad you’re here Robert. Maybe I can ask Dashawn if you could come home with us one weekend, and you can stay at the compound with us.”
“Girl, I will die. Meeting Owen in real life would be a dream.”
“Okay, but I hear Hex is a possessive dude, so I would tone it down if you met Owen.”
We both chuckled at that. We made it back to the office. Robert went to his desk and I went
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to mine. I saw that Dashawn wasn’t in his office and Sandra wasn’t back from lunch yet. Talking to Robert about stress relief had me thinking naughty thoughts, and before I could talk myself out of it, I was wiggling myself under Dashawn’s desk. It was really spacious there and surprisingly comfortable. Five minutes into my wait, I heard Dashawn talking to Ashton as
they walked into his office.
“I swear Donald is getting more arrogant with his demands of the company,” Ashton said.
“He’s pissed that I’m marrying Samantha instead of Sheryl.”
“I didn’t know he and Sheryl were related,” Ashton said. I wanted to know who in the f*ck
Donald was.
“Yeah, he’s her grandfather. Apparently, my grandpa used to talk about me as his heir when I was younger, and Donald used to joke about me and his granddaughter marrying and making both families stronger. I don’t know how he thought we would do that. It’s not like we’re the mafia. He even made her study to become an agent with the express purpose of working
here. She was hired as an intern right before I took over.”
As Dashawn was talking, he sat in his seat and scooted his chair in. His feet were inches away from me. The way he was sitting, his legs were spread, which worked out perfectly for
- me.
“There was a lot of schmoozing coming from Donald when my gr..gra…ahem .. grandpa brought me on to work under him,” Dashawn said.
“Are you okay? You look like you’re trying not to shout,” Ashton said.
“I’m fine,” Dashawn wheezed out.
Ashton started talking about their meeting, and I was licking up and down Dashawn’s c**k. I then took the head of his c*ck in my mouth and started working my way down his shaft. He
cleared his throat twice, and Ashton asked if he needed some water.
“Please, I have some in my fridge right over there,” Dashawn gritted out.
Ashton must have had his back turned because all of a sudden Dashawn scooted back and looked down at me. I looked up at him and popped off his c*ck. I pumped him and he bit his lower lip. I swallowed him and sucked hard, his head snapped up, he leaned forward, his c*ck
going further down my throat.
I heard a thump. And he cursed.
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“Sorry slipped out of my hand,” Dashawn whispered.
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“Man, you don’t look so good, you’re starting to sweat.”
“Maybe I just need to lay down for a minute. Can you close the door on your way out?”
“Sure thing.”
I heard the door click and then Dashawn was in action. He scooted back so hard he popped
out of my mouth.
“You little minx. Do you know how hard it was not to shout with pleasure with him here?
When I felt your hands on my zipper, I almost jumped up.”
“I was trying to give you some stress relief.”
“Oh baby, you’re about to give me all the stress relief I need.” He reached down and lifted me up by my arms. He slammed his lips to mine and I tried to climb into his lap, but he wouldn’t
let me.
“Nope, I’ve been fantasizing about doing this forever, you’re leaning over my desk now.”
He turned me. I had black leggings under a long suit jacket with a white blouse. He made me
take my jacket off as he took the rest of his suit pants down. He then grabbed my leggings at
the waist and ripped them down my legs. He practically pushed me, so my top half was on
his desk. My legs were spread and my a*s was at the perfect height for him as he sat in his
chair. I looked over my shoulder, and he was stroking his long thick c*ck staring at my a*s.
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“This is such a lovely sight. I could jerk off right now and c*m just from you leaning over like
this. But I want in my p*ssy,” he growled. “Spread, your cheeks for me.”
I grabbed my a*s and spread myself wide for him. He groaned and jerked himself faster. Then he leaned forward and licked one long lick from my p*ssy entrance to my a*shole,
making me squirm. One hand landed on my right a*s cheek.
“Stay still,” he demanded. He grabbed my hands and stood up, putting them back on his desk.
I felt him lean over my back, and his fingers started probing between my nether lips.
“You’re already soaked for me, Sweet Girl,” he said, into my ear, making me shiver.
“I’ve been wet waiting for you under your desk.”
“You’re such a good girl, baby. It was a very nice surprise. A very good way to end the week
before the charity banquet tonight.”
He pushed his fingers into me, f*cking me slowly with two fingers as he talked to me. I
moaned at the pleasure he was giving me.
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“I want this p*ssy dripping with my c*m while we are at the banquet. So I am going to f*ck you now. Then we are going to go shower in my bathroom, and I am going to f*ck you again. Then we are going to finish the rest of the day while you sit at your desk with my c*m slipping out of this tight p*ssy of mine. After we clock out for the day, I’m going to take you home where we will get ready for tonight. I’m going to f*ck you one more time before we get dressed and while we dance I want my c*m slicking your thighs.”
He took out his fingers and put the tip of his c*ck at my opening and slammed inside. I
arched my back and slammed my hand over my mouth as I cried out.
“That’s right baby. Stay quiet. We wouldn’t want anyone to hear you scream,” he said. He pulled out and slammed into me in quick thrusts over and over. I couldn’t help my moaning, and he was groaning in pleasure along with me. His thighs slapped against my a*s with each
hard quick thrust. He gripped my hips so hard I was sure there were going to be bruises later,
but I didn’t care. He reached under me and plucked at my cl*t with two fingers and I exploded.
“Yes, yes, Dashawn, oh, my God! Harder, baby harder. Give it to me!” I screamed.
“F*cking take it, take it all,” he growled. He slammed hard into me. It felt so good.
Suddenly, he moved back still inside of me, picking me up, he sat in his chair. He quickly
divested one of my legs out of my leggings and a shoe. He spread me wide, his arms under
my legs, and he brought his arms up behind my neck. I was bent in half and in a full nelson.
He then stood up, lifted me and started thrusting with speed and pulling me down at the same
time. The position made it hard to breathe, but it felt so damn good. I couldn’t scream, my
breath backed up in my lungs, but I exploded and fluid went everywhere.
“F*ck yes!” he yelled as I squirted all over his desk. His d*ck pummeled me and made my
p*ssy make wet sounds. I could feel myself starting to black out, but I didn’t care, the pleasure was so intense. He must have felt my body starting to relax because he let go of
my
neck and dropped my legs. He pulled out of me and turned me. He sat in his chair and made
me straddle him. He plunged back into me, and helped me f*ck him.
“Look at me baby, don’t black out on me. I know that was intense. You’re doing so well.
You’re the best I’ve ever had, Sweet Girl. You let me do anything I want and I love it. F*ck you feel so good. I love you,” he said. He kissed me as I rode him. He helped me pick up speed,
and then he held me down as he groaned into my mouth. His d*ck twitching as he came hard
deep in me.
“So f*cking sweet,” he whispered.
“I love you,” I breathed out before I laid my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes to rest for a
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minute.
He made good on his promise of taking me again in his shower. Then he helped me get
dressed again and he braided my wet hair for me.
“Sorry I don’t have a blow–dryer. I’ll have to get one.”
I just hummed, enjoying the feeling of his fingers through my hair.
When I opened the door of Dashawn’s office, Sandra looked over startled.
“I didn’t know you were in there. I thought you were done for the day.”
I blushed, “Sorry, Dashawn and I had to work something out.”
She smiled and I blushed more.
“I was once young too, sweetie. No need to explain.”
I chuckled as I sat down and got back to work.
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