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This story is copyright 1995 (c) Rajah Dodger. Electronic reproduction rights are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain attached.
By Rajah Dodger (rdodger@hotmail.com)


I am handling a customer complaint when you come up behind me, looking stern in your bun hairdo and glasses. The woman in front of me barely gives you a second glance as she goes on about the problems in her room. I manage to look interested and reserved at the same time while I pull out a notepad and begin writing out a report.

I feel your hands around my waist, moving down sinuously to my belt. You start to unfasten my belt and your fingers deftly slide the zipper down quietly. If this woman could see behind the desk she would be shocked at my unprofessional appearance! Your hands slip down my stomach into my shorts and I stifle a sudden urge to choke, scream and run. You can't be serious...

Your cool hands find my shaft, already half-hard, and you stroke the sensitive head with your fingers. I'm finding it more and more difficult to pay attention to the whining woman in front of me, and the hand caressing my balls doesn't help at all. I mumble something in response to the woman. My handwriting is getting harder and harder to read...

Your hands move faster, the left hand gently gripping my shaft and moving up and down, your thumb flicking the head of my cock on each stroke. With your other hand you are playing with my balls, rolling them from side to side. Your nails occasionally scrape deliciously against my inner thighs, and my cock is throbbing painfully. I want to move my hips, but that would alert the customer that something peculiar is going on. "Young man, are you listening to me?" she snaps...

I mollify her and ask her to wait while I finish writing up the incident report. Thankfully, I feel your hands move with more purpose now as you stroke me over the edge, cumming shamelessly into your palms, the excess dripping down over my balls and in my shorts. You rub the creamy flow into my balls, wipe your hands on my ass and pull my shorts and pants back up.

I take a few deep breaths, make sure my professional smile is back in shape, and raise my head to finish taking care of the woman in front of me as you raise my zipper and fasten my belt. I apologize to the woman for her troubles, and remind her we always want to have satisfied customers. I hear a snicker behind me and turn to see you walking back to your office, sucking on one finger...

/end/ 07-14-1995 Rajah Dodger (c) All Rights Reserved