Hard at Work

Hard at Work #1

'Hello -- Jones and Company. Oh hello Tom. Hang on I'll just see if he's in.'

I couldn't be sure, but I had the feeling there was someone else there with her. I was sure I could hear some muttering and giggling. However, after a moment she came back on the line.

'Sorry -- could you call back later.'

So around three I tried again. Jessica took a little longer to answer the phone, and when she did she sounded a little out of breath.

'Alan. No -- he's still not in I'm afraid'

At 4 it took an age for Jessica to answer - and she definitely sounded out of breath.

'Are you OK Jessica?'

'Sure. I'm just working on a special project with Alan and it's very hard, that's all.'

'Is he there then?'

'Sorry -- you just missed him'

I tried one last time, just before 5. This time Jessica sounded even more breathless -- and I could swear I could hear someone else in the background - at one point there was what sounded like a small gasp.

'Hello Tom. Look -- we are just finishing up for the day here. Why don't you call Tom tomorrow -- he might not have so much on then.'

So that's what I did. The problem was that I couldn't really do anything until I'd spoken to Alan, so I was left with time on my hands.

Still -- it allowed me time to tidy my desk, and catch up on some important business with my own secretary, so it wasn't a completely wasted afternoon.

Hard at Work #2

'Oh hello sir. No -- he's just popped out. Can I help at all -- it's not often that we're honoured with a visit from the Managing Director. Is everything OK? If it's about that report, John says he'll get right onto it once he's cleared his current stuff.'

'No it's not that -- John's work is just fine. Yours too in fact -- you seem to work well together'

'Thank you. Yes -- we do seem to make a pretty good team'

'No -- I wanted to ask John if he's happy with the cleaning staff'

'The cleaning staff?'
'Yes. I wondered if they are doing a good job'

'I think so -- yes.'

'Well -- that window cleaner for instance -- is he up to the job?'

'He seems OK to me. Why do you ask?

'Well, it's just that when I come down here the windows seem a bit smeary -- almost as if someone has been rubbing something over them!

Hard at Work #3

Sadly the scheme backfired disastrously. Within a week the problem had trebled and Mistress Buxley was forced to draft in some of her dominatrix friends to help cope with the workload.

Hard at Work #4

This wasn't the first time they'd done this. My business is mail order, so we get no visitors to speak of. They don't seem to mind wandering round in their skimpies. I enjoy the view, although it can be hard to concentrate on work at times. Plus, my wife is very understanding about it - or I hope she would be if I was ever foolish enough to tell her.

'Sure' I said.

We all settled down again, but the whispering and giggling still continued from across the office. After while they got up from their desks and came over and stood in front of mine.

Are you hard at work sir? asked Betty. Veronica put a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh.

I'm pretty busy, yes. Why do you ask?

'Well we were just thinking -- it must be pretty nice for you, seeing us around the office like this. I mean pretty exciting .'

'Well yes it is -- you're both pretty girls'

Betty blushed and carried on 'Well -- we were wondering ... that is'

Veronica butted in 'Oh for goodness sake Betty -- let me. The thing is sir, that when we took our dresses off, we noticed that you got an erection'

Now it was my turn to blush. 'Yes ... well ...'

'It's no problem sir -- in fact we have just been having a discussion about whether it would be possible to keep a man hard all day. I reckon it would sir -- but Betty thinks he couldn't hold out that long and would come before the day was out.

She paused. I didn't know what to say.

She continued 'So we wondered whether you would like to help us find out who is right.

This got them so worked up that in the afternoon, they abandoned all pretence of working and teamed up to see just how far they could push me without me going over the edge.

Then finally as he clock struck 5 they took pity on me and finished me off.

As we all recovered I said 'So you were right Veronica -- it is possible'

She looked thoughtful. 'Well -- we still haven't really proved it you know. We said all day -- and we didn't start first thing this morning -- it was 10 before we got going'

'But that's enough to prove the point isn't it'

'No -- Veronica is right' said Betty -- we are just going to have to do this again tomorrow.

In the morning they took it in turns. One would work on my cock, while the other got on with office work, as best she could. Veronica liked to use her hand and boobs to keep me hard. She would stroke my member gently, and then if I showed signs of flagging she'd take me between her boobs and gently massage me back to full strength. Betty would play her part too -- I don't think I've ever seen her file so many things in the lowest drawer of the filing cabinet -- and every time she'd bend right over and give me a full sight of her pussy, nestling in her gauzy panties.

When Betty's turn came she favoured a mixture of teasing and cock-sucking. She sat on my lap, rubbing her ass cheeks against my stiff cock. She even read her emails while doing this. If she detected a waning interest, then she would go on her knees and take me in her mouth. This got me very close to coming at times -- she was very, very good and as her warm lips and tongue ran over my cock, I could feel an orgasm building. It was only by watching me very carefully that she could sense when this was happening and ease off a little.