"Please do!" I replied.
Alex gave me an eager grin and got back to work on her buttons, slowly baring a plain nude-colored bra that had somehow managed to make her heavy tits look much more reasonable before she started stripping down. She pulled the ends of the blouse out of her skirt's waistband and made short work of the last few buttons; the top fell open to reveal the rest of her scrumptious torso, also dotted with adorable constellations of freckles and beauty spots. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves and let the thing drop to the floor before scooching her butt forward in the chair and leaning back, displaying herself beautifully. She trailed her fingertips from her hips up to her shoulders with a proud grin; she definitely knew what she was working with.
"Do you like?" she asked coyly, to which I could only nod in amazement. She treated me to a throaty chuckle, "So I should definitely continue then?" I nodded again, eagerly.
She rose to her feet smoothly, her relative nakedness making her seem taller than she really was; rotating on the spot, she turned her head only once she could no longer maintain eye contact, and ran her hands up her thighs, ass, hips, and back, blooming luxuriously to stretch her arms above her head with a naughty little wiggle of her hips. I gulped hard.
My heart raced while I watched her reach back behind herself, head half turned to show the barest corner of a mischievous smile; she found the tiny black pull of her skirt's zipper and started to tug with a glacial lack of urgency. She was clearly not paid by the hour. The zipper parted, inch by inch, revealing a nearly perfect heart-shaped ass that made my mouth water. The transparent back of her barely-there panties almost offended me just by daring to lay against her flawless skin.
She wiggled her hips with a practiced shimmy and the skirt fell to the ground irrelevantly. I was stunned into further speechlessness when she turned back to face me, which had little to do with my enjoyment of her near-nudity; without a word, she climbed atop the desk and leaned across to plant a flirty kiss on my open mouth.
"Well, sir," she purred in a tone entirely at odds with her usual bubbly notes, "do you like anything you see?" She swung her legs over the desktop and, before I could register what she was doing, planted her feet on either side me where I sat in my chair, spreading her knees wide and continuing to trail her hands over her body. My heart thundered in my chest as I stared between her legs until I was sure I'd combust.
My mouth was far too dry to answer, but the raging lump of restrained erection in my trousers did a fine job of replying for me.
"My, my! Look at you!" A finger placed at the edge of her mouth and a well-rehearsed nibble of her bottom lip tipped me over the edge of desperation. "Come here, handsome!"
I made no effort to resist, obviously, as she reached out with open arms and pulled me into a smothering embrace, cramming my face between her pillowy tits with a riotous laugh that sounded like music in my ears. Her shoulders rocked back and forth as she smeared herself against me, and I begged the good Lord to let me die there, happily.
As abruptly as the smothering clutch had begun, she pushed me backwards into my seat with a hearty laugh, still palming my head in both hands. Professional or not, the look she gave me from up on her perch felt authentically affectionate. She was good.
"And have you decided what you'll be having then, sir? Maybe my hands?" She offered, popping a finger into my mouth, "Or...maybe my mouth?" Her tongue traced a ponderous lap of her full lips before she blew me an exaggerated kiss. "Or maybe you see something else you might care for?" She giggled softly as she shimmied her shoulders, offering her chest to me once again.
I had, by then, a white-knuckle clutch on the arms of my chair; it was all I could do not to burst from the effort of trying to sort out where I wanted my hands on her first. Mistaking the claw-like hold and strained look on my face for the rage that she was apparently there to cure, Alex felt compelled to make up my mind for me and did so decisively.
"Oh gosh!" she exclaimed, "Stand up! Up, up, up! Now, mister!" I did as I was told without a second thought, and was roughly spun away from her, still seated on the edge of my desk. She pulled me backwards until I could feel her pressed against my back, and I had no time to react before I realized she'd reached around and undone my belt, loosed my fly, and was fishing my cock out. "We need to get this out, NOW!"
"What are you...OH!" I stammered, as she began working my engorged cock in soft hands from behind me. Her left arm held me fast to her while her right hand stroked and stroked, and I looked down in renewed disbelief to see her legs wrapped around my knees, crossed at the ankles.
"Pump, pump, pump," she cooed sweetly into my back, "this feels like a beautiful cock Mr. Jenkins; I can hardly close my fingers around the whole thing!"
"Fuck..." I breathed, watching the disembodied hand work me up and down, up and down. She let go for a moment only, snaking the hand backward and spitting into it loudly before resuming her devious work. My legs twitched when she resumed, and I reached down to her thighs to steady myself.
"That's it, Mr. Jenkins," she said reassuringly, "you just hang onto my nice, thick, milky thighs while we work this big sticky load out, okay?"
"Okay..."
"You just let me take care of your big, fat cock and we'll have you feeling better in no time at all!"
"Yep..." I said through clenched teeth, fighting for breath.
"And when you feel like you're ready, just go ahead and shoot your cum all over, okay? Okay, Mr. Jenkins? Mr. Jenkins?"
I was already there.
"Oh my! Mr. Jenkins, yes!" she exclaimed, realizing without seeing that I had begun to unlimber myself violently all over the floor, corner of the chair, my own shoes, and her heavenly digits. "Pump, pump, pump! Just keep cumming, just keep cumming!" she sang, "you're doing so good for me, sir!"
My eyes were screwed shut tightly, and every muscle in my body was busy in making a mess of the room or fighting to keep me upright, but eventually everything came back into focus. Alex's hand slowed to a sticky stop, and I realized that she was rubbing my chest and shushing me softly, cheek pressed between my shoulder blades, as though trying to calm an upset child. Chest heaving, I started to catch my breath, and Alex spoke after a few minutes of the soothing embrace.
"Is that a little better?" she asked gently.
"Much better," I said, meaning it wholeheartedly, and turning to face her. "Can...can I get you something to clean off?"
"Oh I'm alright!" she said, stunning me entirely by popping a gooey finger into her mouth and sucking it clean. "I have some supplies in my bag; I'll take care of the rest!" Her angelic little smile was very nearly proud, as though she took real pride in her work. She hopped down off the desk and bade me to sit while she produced a roll of paper towel and got to work on removing evidence of my genetic material from the room, all without redressing herself.
At length, and after bending over generously for me far more than was remotely necessary, she retrieved her clothes and began pulling them on.
"Is that...it then?" I asked, disappointed to realize that my time in her company might be drawing to a close. "Are you leaving now? How does this part work?"
"Well," she said with a playful grin, like she'd caught me in the cookie jar but couldn't bring herself to be cross with me, "that will be all for today, but the course of sessions will continue for as long as it needs to, so you'll see me back here tomorrow, first thing!"
"Okay! Okay, great!" This was wonderful news.
"We need to start working on your coping skills, and your conflict resolution strategies; Mr. Cooper was quite clear that this is a high-priority matter."
"Do you make house calls?" I asked, only halfway in jest.
"Goodnight, Mr. Jenkins," she said with a chuckle, opening the door to leave, "I'll see you in the morning."
*******
"Good morning, Andy!" Alex exclaimed, bright eyed and bushy tailed at 8:58am the next morning, already waiting for me in the office. She wore much the same thing as the day before, changing only the cut and color of her top.
"You're here early," I remarked sleepily. It had been a long night of self-abuse while browsing the "Ginger" category on SmutHub. "Can I get you anything?"
"I'm okay, thank you!" she replied with cheer. "What does your day look like today? We would be smart to align your relief with anything that might be trigger your frustration."
I checked my calendar after sliding into my seat. "Accounts is sending someone down in like two minutes for a meeting, and then some little stuff throughout the day. I'm actually a little light."
"Perfect!" she squeaked, "that will do nicely!"
Knowing better than the get in Alex's way, I could only watch as she came around my side of the large desk, waving her hand to beckon me to wheel myself backward, and crawled under the obscured cavity.
"Now you just..." she gripped at my ankles and pulled, urging me to roll back into place. "Perfect!"
