Please lean back in the chair behind your desk, and consider the following.
 
Perhaps I surprise you in the office to offer a much-needed distraction to he who works way too hard. I bring with me a friend, a supposed masseuse –a knockout of course - to help relieve your tension. She unbuttons your shirt, asks that you close your eyes and lean back, and then places a warm wet compress across your eyes. Your skin eagerly drinks up the cool scented oil she applies with skilled fingers to your shoulders and back. I remove your shoes and socks and begin to apply gentle pressure to them, rubbing them with the same slick, soothing oil. You feel a strange warmness suddenly on the big toe of your right foot, an odd, but familiar sensation.

You strain to move your toes to determine the source of the wet warmth, when your second toe strikes upon my swollen clit. The toe to clit sensation resonates, as you attempt to explore me as you have so often done with your fingers. I respond eagerly and allow your 1, then 2, then 3 toes to enter inside my lips. My moans awaken a response in you and you push them in deeper. Meanwhile, my friend has been giving you quite a thorough massage, relaxing you to a point of near dizziness, focusing first on your shoulders and back, then neck and temples, and now chest. She playfully circles your nipples with her fingertips, before they meander down to your waist, as she slips one hand fully underneath your pants and boxers, to feel the force of your growing hard on. All activity is suspended for a moment; you hear some rustling, your cock growing larger with each passing tick of the clock on your desk. Suddenly, I, or is it she?

Your eyes are still trapped in darkness beneath the compress – straddle(s) you on the chair. The other (me/she) restrains your arms forcibly to your side, so that you are unable to touch, unable to determine just who is doing what to you. You can feel the intense heat of a very warm and slippery pussy inches away from the tip of your cock, which is now fully extended aching for a touch of any kind. A long tongue explores your ear and nibbles on your earlobe, playfully, then forcibly biting. A pussy still hovering over the head of your cock as another’s hands gently massage your balls and knowing fingertips slide behind to trace the line between your balls and ass.

All of this occurs in absolute silence, no sounds of pleasure emanate from either of the women, hoping to keep you shrouded in mystery. You whimper and struggle against your restraint, wanting to force yourself inside of this hungry pussy. Suddenly, the pussy lowers itself onto your cock, but just the tip, offering only a taste of what is to come. And then as soon you are expecting relief, to be able to thrust, the pussy again rises. Your ears, nipples, balls, cock and mouth are all occupied, tongue on ears, fingers on nipples and balls, pussy on or lingering directly above cock, pussy-soaked slick fingers inside of your mouth.

Yet you are still unable to determine whose pussy you are tasting taste while licking off of the sticky fingers. You sense a shifting of bodies; new arms are holding yours back. A tongue now, not a finger, is caressing your balls, sucking and biting, as lips and tongue meet yours to engage in deep and wild kisses. Just as you fear you will be forever tortured, a sudden and violent jolt forces the pussy fully onto your cock. Her/my hands on hips guiding the now dripping pussy up and down in rapid and violent succession. Her/my fingers exploring the ass adjoining to the pussy which is engulfing your cock. The striking combination of mouth on balls and pussy on cock brings you to an intense orgasm, And, as suddenly and surprisingly as this all begun…it ends as we quickly depart and leave you happily bewildered. Now freed, you rip off the compress wondering...why each day at the office doesn’t contain such pleasure.