So, I'm in the office today. Catching up on the very last bit of paperwork for the week. My clientele has actually slowed down progressively over the last week or so, so there isn't a ton of paperwork. I'm somewhere in the middle of stressed and depressed though. Why? Because if my clients don't ask for my "services" then I don't have sex. Period. My sex life has strictly become what I get here at work.
Just as that thought crosses my mind, I push my black boot cut slacks to the floor; rolling my office chair as close as I can under my desk so it's not obvious. God, I'm hornier than I thought! My aroma fills the enclosed space of my tiny office. As I breathe it in, I trace my index finger around my labia; twitching every time it pulses and grows wetter and puffier.
Then, I shove 3 fingers in as deep as I can and my body hunches forward. I place my head down on my desk and I let the pleasure take me. I don't even care that anyone could be walking by my door and hear me. It's Royal Rumble night. The place is PACKED! My body and mind seem to forget that though, as I bring myself to a climax. It didn't take long because I was already gagging for it.
When the orgasm rolls over me, I slap my free right hand down on my desk and my back arches. My legs tremble so hard it feels like the chair I'm sitting in and the ground beneath me will give way. My pussy clenches against the hand inside me, simultaneously pulling my fingers inside me and pushing them out. The final straw? A loud, primal, scream that comes from deep in my belly and up my throat. That was one of the best orgasms I'd had in a LONG time!
As I finally come down from it, I softly circle my labia again; this time using the same 3 fingers already soaked in my arousal. The aftershocks seize my body repeatedly for a few minutes until I finally wrench my hand away from my pussy and clean them off with my own tongue. Damn I taste good! Then, my work cell goes off. Ugh, total mood killer!
JC: May, are you at the venue yet?
Me: Yeah, I'm here. You can come to my office if you'd like. (I'm in the middle of cleaning up and pulling my pants back on as I type; hoping no one barges in)
JC: Uhhh, actually... Can you come to my locker room?
Me: Oh, I see. The walk of shame to the therapist's office a little too much of a blow to your 'posterboy' ego? Lol ;)
JC: Fine. I'm on my way.
Luckily, I just finished spraying the room with air freshener when John walks into my office. Yes, you read that right. The LAST person I EVER expected to become a client of mine is standing in front of me. John Cena. And he actually looks slightly stressed...or something. I've never seen him as anything but the 'nothing's wrong; I've got it under control' superman type. I'm not sure how to read him.
As soon as I stop pre-assessing him, I realize he's just standing in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets and the door agape. I shake my head a bit to re-focus myself.
"Alright John, if you'd please shut and lock the door and then take a seat in this chair here." I say as I motion to the chair on the other side of my desk.
I can tell he's terrified at the prospect of even just being in my office in the way he shuffles his feet to the door, and very gently pushes it shut before locking it. He takes a deep sighing breath before he turns back towards me and moves to sit in the chair I'd indicated before.
Once he does, he takes his hat off; laying it on the floor beside him, and folds his hands in his lap. He's looking everywhere but at me. This may be harder than I had originally expected. I take a second to just admire how his biceps and shoulders tense with his nerves. Fuck he looks like he could manhandle me if he wanted to. I prayed I would be able to get him to that place. I would LOVE to see him exert that power on me! I close my eyes and take a steadying breath of my own. Then, I focus on my new client.
"What is it, John? Come on, you can tell me anything. Nothing said with me is ever repeated to anyone unless someone is in danger of hurting themselves or someone else. Besides that, anything else stays between us. I won't tell a soul."
I'm staring at his profile, trying to implore him to look at me. He won't budge though. Damn it! I can't make this work if he won't look at me.
"I'm just overwhelmed I guess." Well, he didn't look at me as he spoke, but it's a start. I hope.
"With what? Anything specific?"
I'm putting a LOT more of my therapy technique in this case than I ever have with any other client. Most are ready to talk to me just so they can have a romp in the sack for their trouble. Which I don't mind, by the way. I actually prefer it.
The sex is by far the most satisfying and rewarding part of my job. But, this part is nice too. Figuring out the base of the problem. Making them face it head on. Often times facing it while we fuck. I've noticed that if I bring things they've said or their worries into the sexual part of the session, I can often get them to delve deeper into it. It becomes part of the passion and the foreplay.
"It's just a culmination of the last almost 15 years. I've had this entire fucking company in my hands since I started. I basically run shit. Except for the authority of course, but you know what I mean. I want new merch? You bet your ass it's on sale within a week. I want a certain match? I get it. Any title shots? I just have to say the word. And that's all fine and fuckin' dandy, but not when I have to perform to that level any given amount of time on any given day. I'm in that ring twice, 3 times, Hell 10 times as much as any other superstar on the roster. And then there's media. It's just like even though I love the position I'm in, I hate it too. They want me to do everything. Despite what everyone thinks, I'm only human and I'm only one person, May. I just don't know if I can carry this entire company much longer." He takes a deep breath at the end of his speech. I can tell it took a lot out of him to finally say it.
"This is good, John. I'm glad you came to me. I can definitely understand why you feel that way. It's gotta be tiring and a bit maddening to play the John Cena: Face of the WWE 24/7 and not be able to be the John you are a lot of the time. I've seen you go through it. They expect you to always be sooooo unrealistically happy and Superman-ish all the time. It's unfathomable how much of yourself you've given and continue to give to this company. It's actually a bit disheartening to watch." I reach for his hands that had recently moved to the desk separating us. I take them in my own as he finally looks at me.
"I want you to know you never have to be that guy with me. This is not what these sessions are meant for. I'm here to be used at your disposal. Seriously, John. I'm here to help you in the best way you can think of. You wanna talk my ear off and bitch and vent? I won't say a word. You wanna control me in a sexual situation? Do it. You want to try different things to find what works? We'll go there. But first, I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"
I lean forward a bit, searching his eyes and inadvertently letting my cleavage spill out of the form fitting navy blue v-cut top I was wearing. For what exactly, I'm not sure. I'm just searching for any kind of emotion. Any insight to what he could be thinking. I guess this would be a bad time to mention that the tension in the room, although not sexual in the least, has my nipples hardening against my bra and top and my pussy pulses against the soft almost silk material of my dress pants almost every second he doesn't speak. I'd forgone underwear this morning. I'm now thinking that was a bad idea. It doesn't look like I'm gonna get any action today. The show starts in just over 2 hrs. Everyone is preoccupied.
"Yes" It was a single syllable, and I almost missed it. But he said it. He was going to trust me. Now I just had to figure out the best way to go about getting what I want while making him feel better. That's gonna be the tricky part.
"Where would you like to start, John? You still wanna talk or...?" I trail off not knowing how to phrase 'or do you wanna fuck me over my desk instead?' That one probably wouldn't go over well.
Finally, he looks at me. There's a fire in his eyes I immediately recognize. But, he hasn't said the word. I need him to say it before I make any sudden moves.
"No May. I think I'm done talking." It's then I realize he's risen from the seat and is walking around my desk towards me. Oh God, my slacks are definitely soaking through now.
"As you know, the Royal Rumble is in just a couple hours. I need to let off some steam if I'm going to be successful tonight. Am I right?"
As I nod my agreement, he towers over me and places his hands on the arm rests of my chair; putting his mouth directly against my ear. His shallow breaths are hot against my skin.
"Show me, John. Show me how to help you. Show me what to do." My words stutter out as my bottom lip trembles. I'm not fearful of him in any way. I'm aroused beyond comprehension.
He forcefully places his left hand on the back of my head and squeezes my hair. My head jerking back with the force; exposing the milky white, unblemished skin of the column of my throat to his lustful, fiery gaze. He lets his tongue trail from behind my ear all the way down the left side of my neck to my left breast. Then, he takes a big bite of the cleavage he finds there; sucking a small bruise before fixating on the opposite breast.
Then, he slams his lips against mine; Immediately setting a hungry, passionate pace to our kiss. Okay, this I can handle. This I'm good at.
He pulls me up so I'm standing flush against him and then he uses my hip to spin me around. He presses me against my desk using my shoulders as he uses his other hand to slide my slacks off. I wince as the sharp, biting, sting rains down on my right ass cheek.
"No underwear? Someone's a naughty girl. Aren't you, May? Aren't you a naughty girl?"
I can't help but nod my head and whimper. His strong, callous fingers come in contact with my dripping lower lips and my hips seem to gain a mind of their own. Before I know it, I'm bucking wildly against the sensation on my pussy. It's so little, but it's enough to set my slutty side into motion.
"Oh May May May, I haven't even come remotely close to starting with you yet, love."
This time he smacks my ass with his arousal soaked hand; the bite even more prominent, jerking my body forward and making my overheated mound come in contact with the surprising cold of the wooden desk. I can't help the shiver that racks my entire body. My God, he's barely touched me and I'm already gagging for him. See what depriving yourself of sex will do to your brain?! Ugh!
All of a sudden, I feel a cold whoosh of air in my lower regions as my pussy lips are spread as far open as they can be, and I feel the wet muscle of his tongue on me. Slow at first, but then he growls against me and his tongue takes off in a pattern of tight and fast circles and strokes. With his free hand, he's thumbing at my clit; pressing on it, running his nail across it and around it, flicking at it, etc. Its all a bit too much. The moans pouring from my lips. I hear him talking below me but I can't focus on it. All I can feel is his ministrations on my pussy. Then he stops and smacks it; hard. The echoing, wet sound bringing me back to him.
"I-I'm sorry, John. Wh-what did you s-say?" I'll do anything to get him back between my legs. Yes, I'm aware how desperate I sound. But that's the thing, I AM fucking desperate!
"I said" he growls at me "you like what I'm doing don't you you little slut!" God, he's so hot when he talks like that!
"Oh yes John! I fucking love it! Please give me more! I'll be good I promise! God John, please!"
I try humping the desk, but it doesn't do much. He stops me anyway. Holding my hips in his hands, his grip extremely tight as he resumes his work on my center. Soon, I'm screaming through my release as I feel him literally sucking it out of me.
He gives me no time to breathe as he shoves himself inside me, pulling my upper body so I'm standing straight again; my body flushed against him. He puts one arm around my neck, constricting my airway but not completely shutting it down. Just enough to heighten the sensation of his fat cock inside me and his free hand finding its way back down between my legs and rubbing my clit again.
"Take your shirt off, May." It's a simple command but with him inside and wrapped around me, it takes me a second to actually respond.
Once I do and my shirt is tossed to the floor, he unsnaps my bra with one hand and it slides to the floor at my feet. Now, both of his strong, rough hands are squeezing my full, rounded tits. Playing with and pinching my sensitive nipples. I can't hold my head up any more and it falls back on his shoulder. My breasts rising and falling and my abs clenching as I try to restore some semblance of normal breathing from the ragged, punching breaths that are being expelled from my lungs. It feels like forever that he fucks me against my desk.
Finally, he's about to cum. He rips his length out from inside me and shoves me to my knees in front of him; giving me absolutely no time to even open my mouth before he shoots his load all over my face and chest. I can feel it dripping off my chin and running down my abs from the massive amount on my tits. Holy fuck!
Then, he sits stark naked in my office chair and just stares at me eating his cum off my body before he speaks again.
"Lay on your back. All 4 fingers inside your desperate pussy. I'm gonna sit right here and watch you get yourself off for me. You understand?" He starts jerking his already hard again cock while he speaks.
"Yes John. I-i understand." I look into his eyes while I speak and my hand enters my still tight pussy.
"Don't watch me. Lose yourself, May. Give in to the pleasure. Close your eyes. Smell the aroma of what our joined bodies just took part in. Feel the wet sensitivity of your core. Listen to my sex soaked voice. Just feel, May. Don't watch, just feel it."
With his little pep talk and my closed eyes, my back arches almost too far, and my hand goes faster than I've ever felt it go before. It's so much more arousing knowing he's watching me. I can hear the wet jerk of his hand on himself, too. He's matching my speed. I know I'm gonna blow soon. The chill of the air plus the warmth of my arousal doing a number on my senses. I could stay like this forever. As long as I have an audience, I can do this for hours. It's intoxicating. I'm literally drunk off the sensations.
Then, as my breathing gets heavier and my moans start to crescendo, I feel his mouth on my pussy as his cock is slammed down my throat. At the same time as I'm squirting my release into his waiting mouth, his release is poured down my throat. He moans against me as I clench my throat when I swallow it. He's so big that some of it drips out of the corners of my mouth. I wait until he pulls out to wipe it up.
I hadn't even noticed he hadn't swallowed my release until he hovers over me face-to-face and opens his mouth. As I open mine to show him what I have left of his, some of my release drips from his bottom lip straight onto my tongue and then we both swallow. Wow, I never knew John had such a kinky side!
As soon as we're both cleaned off and dressed again, he turns to face me. He's nervous again. I approach him slowly, placing one hand on his chest and the other on his left cheek.
"What is it, John? Talk to me." I watch his eyes until he finally looks back at me and smiles.
"Nothing. Just...thank you. So much. I really needed that. Now I can definitely see why Vince hired you. You're not just a pretty face and a banging body. Although, 2 very attractive qualities. But you genuinely care. I like that."
I giggle, relieved, as I stand on my tiptoes and kiss his cheek. "I do what I can."
I let him out of my grasp and he laughs the first genuine laugh I've heard out of him in weeks as he walks toward the door and unlocks it, turning back and flashing me his mega-watt grin as he opens the door and walks out. I have no doubt in my mind that he will definitely be okay to do his job now.