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You weren't sure why you decided to come into work that day, you'd be almost surprised if Henry didn't let you take the day off, you were sure you looked rough. Maybe you wanted to see William again, I mean, of course, you did. Seeing as you haven't taken a break from work in months and haven't gotten much sleep in that time but you still decide to come back, over and over. I don't know what you're expecting to happen today, it won't be any different.
Gripping the broom in your hand tighter, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. As you closed your eyes, William appeared in your mind and wouldn't leave. Opening your eyes and loosening your grip, you looked at your surroundings, for no reason in particular, maybe to get your mind off of him. You noticed William in the hallway, he was leaning on the wall speaking with Henry. Ignoring the conversation, the words going straight over your head, you took note of all Williams features, you always do this when you look at him, it's becoming a problem. Re-noting his dark brown hair, his gray eyes, and slim figure. A quick flash of you having unspeakable acts with William shocked you, though you think about him a lot, it still surprises you when you get these thoughts.
Now, you were hard. You squirmed a little bit, feeling uncomfortable in your tight work clothes. Knowing you had to leave at some point you stupidly stood there, still staring at William. Soon enough, he noticed you staring at him. As anyone would, he gave you a confused look. Quickly realizing how dumb you were being, you looked away, making sure he wouldn’t be able to see your face. You heard footsteps coming up to you, you subconsciously hunched your back, trying to make yourself seem smaller.
The footsteps would stop, “What are you doing?” he asked.
“Eheh, nothing,” You said in an oddly creepy way.
You straightened yourself and looked at him. He eyed you suspiciously, looking you up and down. Not knowing what else to do, you held your legs tight together, hoping William wouldn’t see your erection. You focused on every little movement he made, making sure he wouldn’t jump in shock or something stupid.
His eyes soon made it back to your own which allowed you to untense a small amount though your face was still hot, probably reddening. He looked back at Henry then quickly turned back to you.
“Alright, employee,” He gave you a slight shrug, leaving to go back to speak with Henry.
Embarrassed, you quickly put away your broom going to a closed off area to breathe. The employee’s bathroom seemed like the most sensible option, as though people went in there, they still didn’t go in there very often. As soon as you entered the desolate, white, and dirty bathroom, you let out a loud, slightly comical, exasperated sigh. William…
You quickly walked into a stall and sat down on the toilet. You put your elbows on your knees, resting your face in your hands taking a deep breath. Once you calmed down, you finally felt the uncomfortableness of your erection. Pulling down your pants a bit, relieving a bit of the pressure, you began to palm yourself from the outside of your boxers. A few embarrassing moans and the uneasy silence with the occasional creek or people speaking put you on edge, even with this you continued. Sometimes when you were really into it you’d let out a moan of William’s name, every time you did you would snap back to reality, promising yourself not to do it again when you would do it again the very next moment.
The noises outside of the bathroom had died down a bit so you felt comfortable letting your cock out into the cold air. You pulled down your boxers, you made a mental note to clean them later as they were stained with your pre-cum.
Realizing you were taking so much of your time you’d take hold of your shaft and start stroking vigorously. You didn’t care about your moaning and gasping for air. You just didn’t want to be fired.
Then the door to your stall swung open as you let out a whimper. You hadn’t locked the door.
Unsurprisingly, it was William. Who else would it be? Your luck guessed this.
You sat there, unsure of what to do, unsure of where to move. Like a deer in headlights, you just sat there with wide eyes staring at him, cock still, embarrassingly, in hand.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He finally asked.
Your brain finally put the puzzle pieces together, now genuinely realizing the situation, your face instantly turned red and you stood up and pulled up your boxers, not pulling up your pants yet to speak to William.
“N..nothing, I-I’m sorry I--” The words weren’t forming in your brain quickly enough. Unsure of how to leave as William was blocking the door, you continued, “H…how long have you been in here?” You whined.
Well, one of the many questions your brain had finally slipped out of your mouth. William stepped forward eyeing you, “A while, long enough to know what you’re doing,” he scoffed.
He stepped forward again and pushed you back onto the toilet.
“And honestly, it’s revolting,” He bitterly spat. “Masturbating, during work hours, about one of your bosses?”
He’d take another final step and bring his hand to your thigh. His insults and touching make you blush harder. What was he doing? Shouldn’t he just fire you? William got on his knees in-front of you, smirking.
“I suppose I could help you, that is my job after all, isn’t it?” He said rubbing you through your boxers.
Unsure of what to say and blinded by rampant horniness, you let out a small, “Please,” and nodded.
He chuckled, pulling down your pants as well as your boxers to your ankles. William forced your legs to spread, he leaned in and grabbed you by the base of your dick, moving up and down at a steady pace. You weren’t entirely sure if what was happening was real but you relished every second. Occasionally rolling your head back only to look back, missing the sight of William. You also made noises; lot’s of them. Some of which William seemed to perk up at, he liked them.
William would let go of your shaft and take you himself. His mouth felt warm and smooth, he used his tongue to dig into each crevice and vein in your dick.
“Will- William, fuck,” You stuttered, gripping William’s hair tightly.
Your hips bucked forward occasionally, William most of the time would choke on your sudden movements. William, however, didn’t let this stop him. You stared at William now, finally having a reason to, his complete focus was on giving you a blowjob so he didn’t notice your staring, or just didn’t care. While inspecting him, you noticed something, he was touching himself.
“William-- I,” You groaned, you wanted to ask him something but you hadn’t figured out how to word your question, “Can you, uh--, please.. Ride me?”
You felt your face get hotter at your questioning, you were embarrassed but continued waiting for his answer eagerly. He pulled himself off of you, hands resting on your thighs. William stared at you for a moment, making you feel comforted but worried. He stood up and started slowly stripping in front of you, surely to tease you. This made you harder than before you started masturbating, falling guilty to touching yourself again as William stripped.
He smirked, “What?” He asked you, “Don’t you want to finish inside me?”
You nodded as he pulled off his last piece of clothing. He half-hazardly climbed on top of your sweaty body and turned his head back, alining you with his entrance. He let out a breathy chuckle and moved down. You have now entered your boss, William.
“O-oh god,” You moaned.
Once you were fully inside of him he’d lay his head on your shoulders while gripping them with his hands. His breathing was messy and disorganized. Even so, he started moving up and down on you, he let out low grunts and whimpers after each thrust. You just sat there, letting out small grunts along-side him, just letting him use your body. At this moment, all you craved was him and him alone. Something about William just drew you to him, maybe it was his scent. Metallic, musky, and slightly sweet. Or maybe, it was how attractive he was, his bony face and small, lean body. You felt around his waist thinking about this, how could someone like you have the honors of being at the mercy of William?
After a moment you felt a sharp pain in your shoulder, you winced. William had bit you. And he continued to, even as his body grew closer to an orgasm. He kept nicking you, each time still somehow shocking you enough to make you let out a small gasp.
The tightness swelling up in your stomach grew, you just want a release. You bucked into William more often, your moaning grew erratic and higher pitched. William sat up and chuckled breathily at your indiscretion.
“I want you to tell me how good I feel,” He ordered.
It was difficult for you to form sentences in your mind as he kept a generally fast pace on your dick, “You- you’re warm.. mmh.. tight,” your words only slightly coherent over the loud moaning and grunting that filled the room, “Please just.. Just keep going,”
He smiled, satisfied. His thrusts getting less frequent and more forceful, he could barely move anymore. Losing composure.
“Fuck, William..” You cried.
William continued moving up and down on you, the feeling of his warmth stimulating your body. You couldn’t hold your composure for long either.
Finally with a heaving sigh, that came more off as a groan you apologize to William, “I.. came, I’m sorry I-”
William didn’t stop moving, keeping the same fast pace as he was before, “No, mmf I’m.. not yet finished, love,”
The sensation that came with this made your mind blur, you were unsure if you wanted it to stop or keep going but you knew it felt good. You grabbed William’s thighs tight, making sure to ground yourself. It would surely give him a bruise later, and he would yell at you for it. But, right now, it didn’t matter.
Soon the pleasure turned into pain as your body got more sensitive to his touch.
“William, please, h..hurry,” You frowned, “It’s starting to hurt,”
He didn’t reply, his breath got disoriented and he finally stopped moving; almost. His entire body was shaking. William was finished. The cum now left on your lower stomach greatly signified that.
You let go of his thighs and wrapped your arms around him, almost like a hug, “Are you okay, William..?”
“I’m-- okay,” William heaved, getting off of you and sitting on your lap.
“Are.. Are you okay to go back to work?” You asked.
“Of course not, I’ll just make my way back to my office and stay there,” He said, “Come meet me back there if you want to do this again,”