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He shouldn't be doing this. He really shouldn't be doing this at work. Sure, it was after hours and no one else was in the office, but Ando was still certain that he was going to get caught. Still, the allure of soft supple flesh being displayed for his own personal pleasure was just a little too tempting to give up. It was costing him an extra $39 an hour, but Niki was doing things that he'd never seen her do. Dirty, filthy, raunchy things that were completely worth the risk of being discovered and publicly labeled as a pervert.

As Niki began shedding article after article of her clothing on his computer monitor, Ando rubbed his growing erection through his pants. Feeling the pressure as it throbbed against restrictive cotton, he rubbed his thumb along the length, massing himself through the material.

With a quick look around to make one hundred percent, absolutely sure that he was alone, Ando unfastened his belt buckle and jerked his zipper down. Reaching inside, he moved the flap of his boxers out of the way and pulled his aching cock into the open air. He grabbed a firm hold of himself as Niki began to gyrate on his screen, her body pulsing in throes of ecstasy. His hand skillfully glided up and down the shaft of his erection, expert fingers lightly squeezing the head and eliciting a subdued moan from Ando.

Overcome with a paranoid sense of excitement at gratifying himself in his place of business, the speed with which he jerked himself off quickened. Ando found himself unable to take his eyes off of Niki. Here she was, the woman of his wildest and kinkiest fantasies, exposing herself for only him to see. His own personal, private peepshow. As he pumped away with one hand, he used the other to stroke his chest, gripping his nipples through his work shirt.

He began to fantasize about how she must smell. Ando imagined she was awash in a deep, engulfing floral scent, and he found this helped him ignore the sterile odor of lemony fresh cleaning products that his own cubicle reeked of. He took notice of the fact that a new smell was beginning to seep into his nostrils, one that was distinctly masculine, sexual, and his. Ando made a mental note to spray an air freshener in his cubicle once he was finished.

Moving down from his chest, he began to massage his sac as he slowed the pace of his fevered pumping. He didn't know if he'd ever get another chance to see so much of the woman he idolized, and he wanted to make damn sure to take his time.

Leaning back in his chair, Ando let out a proud groan, taking advantage of the empty office to be as loud as he wanted. He slid his hand further down his body, one finger pressing against the tight ring of muscle between his legs. As Niki slid slick fingers into her own body, Ando followed suit, deftly fingering his prostate.

With both his hands moving in time together, and the sight of Niki writhing in pleasure just for him on his computer screen, Ando realized that he wasn't going to be able to make this moment last as long as he wanted. Pleasure was overtaking him, and as he tore both hands away from his body, his cock began to spasm, staining his keyboard, shirt, and face with his own essence.

Ando let out a contented sigh and leaned back in his chair, not bothering to clean himself up right away. His fell upon his monitor, where Niki was still pleasuring herself feverishly. He had paid for another six minutes, but upon deciding that he didn't have the energy for another round, he shut the monitor.

Looking around his cubicle, it dawned on Ando how much of a pain it was going to be to get his workstation spotless again. Removing any trace of his late night endeavor meant that it was going to be another hour at least before he got home. Despite the work that he still had to do, a grin spread across Ando's face as he fondly recalled the night's events.

Worth every penny.