Caught White-Handed

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2006, 2009

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Abstract: Marvin's boss watches video of him masturbating during work hours and
offers him options to keep his job

I had spent my lunch hour at the topless club buying two couch dances, so I was
hot and horny by the time I got back to the office. Dropping my briefcase at my
desk I headed down the hall to the men's room and picked a vacant stall at
random. I closed the door, unbuckled my pants, and quickly tugged everything
down to my feet. As soon as I sat on the toilet I had my cock in hand, stroking
it and fantasizing about the red-haired dancer who had teasingly brushed her
ass against my balls for both dances. In no time at all I let a load fly,
grunting as I aimed it into the bowl, then massaging the last drops out and
rubbing them into the head of my cock. I closed my eyes and caught my breath,
waiting for my heartbeat to get back to normal, then got up, pulled on my
briefs and pants, and left the stall. I washed my hands and headed back to my
desk, spirits high, to get a good start on the afternoon's work.

I knocked out several client reports and was almost finished with the sales
projection for the next fiscal year when my boss, Lana, buzzed me and asked me
to come into her office. She was watching something on her computer when I
entered, but she blanked her screen and picked up her phone to tell her
secretary "No interruptions."

"You've been with us what, four years, Marvin?", she started. I corrected her,
"Five next March, Lana." I knew the date well, it marked the point where I
would finally be vested in the company pension plan. After bouncing through a
series of jobs that didn't last more than three years, I was lucky to find a
stable company where I could finally make long term plans.

She tapped her knuckles on the top of her cherrywood desk. "That's right...
five years is a big milestone. And your work has generally been more than
satisfactory..." I wondered what the hell she was getting at. It wasn't like
her to be so elliptical. "That's why this matter disturbs me, Marvin. I have to
wonder about an employee when I see something like this."

I sat forward in my chair, obviously puzzled. "Like what, Lana?"

She rotated her computer screen so we both could see it, and clicked the remote
control. "Like this," she said.

It was a security camera recording of a bathroom. My stomach twisted painfully
as I saw myself in living color hurrying into the stall and dropping my pants.
The camera caught every detail almost lovingly, all the way to my look of
orgasmic bliss and the loving way I rubbed the last drops in. Lana blanked the
screen, faced me and asked, "Now what are we going to do about this, Marvin? I
don't think this shows the kind of behavior we expect at JJ&M, do you?" I must
have had a sick look on my face, and her smile was not something to show the
children. "What I think is that you've got too much free time on your hands,"
she said silkily. "And I have some very good ideas on what to do with it. That
is, if you want to make that five years."

She knew damn well all along what the five-year point meant to me. I started to
reach for a response, but she stopped me in my tracks. "I don't suppose you'd
like for the IT department to run a scan of your hard drive for, um, unapproved
files, would you?" I shut my mouth, and she nodded. "I thought not. So get rid
of your pants." I looked at her, confused, and the tone of her voice sharpened
considerably. "I'm not playing games, Marvin. Drop them and make it quick!" I
stumbled to my feet, and although my hands didn't seem to want to obey me I
unfastened my belt, unzipped my pants and slid them off, pausing when I
realized I needed to remove my shoes first. I bent over to do so, and felt her
eyes on me, sizing me up like a piece of meat. The air conditioning made goose
bump pop up on my legs as I unlaced my shoes, and I could feel the bulge of my
cock pressing against the front of my jockeys.

She wrinkled her nose and frowned at me. "Your briefs too, Marvin." I swallowed
and pulled them down, fumbling as the waistband caught on the head of my cock
before snapping audibly past it.

So there I stood in Lana's office, naked from the waist down and shivering. My
cock refused to complain, though; it stood up proudly without a care in the
world, batting at my shirttails.

"You've got good equipment, Marvin," Lana commented dryly. "I hope you know
what to do with it. Come here!" I bit back the impulse to snap at her, and
strode across the carpet with whatever dignity I could muster until I was
standing at the side of her desk. She opened a drawer and handed me a condom,
then stood up and turned around bending over her desk. She wasn't wearing any
panties, and her pussy was obviously wet when she spread her legs. I didn't let
my amazement keep me from carefully opening the condom and rolling it down my
shaft.

I sank into her easily, my thighs smacking against her solid asscheeks. She
came quickly and quietly, but ordered me sharply not to slow down. Thanks to my
lunchtime release, I didn't have problems following that order. Only after her
second set of contractions did I loose my balls inside the condom. She pushed
me away then, leaving me holding the cum-filled latex to keep it from sliding
off. I looked for a trash can, but she cut me off sharply. "Don't plan on
leaving that in *my* office!" That didn't seem to leave me any options other
than tucking everything carefully into my briefs. It wasn't stable, of course;
as soon as I had my belt buckled I could feel the slime start to ooze out. I
straightened myself as best as I could; Lana watched me with a knowing smirk as
I stepped gingerly toward her door.

"Oh, Marvin!" I turned back from the doorknob, my hand still in mid-reach. The
smile she turned on me was almost reassuring. "Tomorrow, you bring your own
condoms."

I had to go to the bathroom to clean myself up; I couldn't see where the camera
was installed but I knew now that Lana was watching. When I got back to my
desk, there was an email waiting for me. It said, "Wear boxers from now on; I
don't like anything getting in the way of what I want. And I'm going to want a
lot from you for the next few months."

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