Desk Clerk's Distraction

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 1995, 2009

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Abstract: It's hard to deal with customers at the front desk when there's
someone behind you fooling around 

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/