My favorite director

I was told that a female team is evil. And for a man—double evil. I didn't believe it and just chuckled. In my dreams, I already imagined frequent hookups with various attractive colleagues.

My first setback happened in a small office with a long corridor and classic office doors along it. All the candidates were at least thirty. Probably closer to forty would be more accurate. And not one of them held any hint of beauty. Of course, they all wore makeup as best they could, but it didn't help much.

The second setback occurred when I thought I would only do my own duties. The proud title of 'the man' in a female society instantly

turned me into a loader, an electrician, a crane, a carpenter, a cobbler, and a gossip listener. I screwed in screws, cleaned computers, retrieved paperclips from the printer, ran for office supplies, gave rides to the administration, opened windows.

After three months, discussing underwear in my presence was not considered shameful. Gossiping in my presence about husbands, men, bitches, sluts, and broads was considered normal. After six months, I learned to professionally filter the audio signals coming into my ears, sometimes say 'no,' and lock myself in my office. Only then did I feel somewhat comfortable.

The only one with whom I maintained normal relations was the director of this whole zoo. Anna Sergeevna was strict but fair. She kept the team in check, not letting them get too loose or slack off. From her, I received clear, unambiguous tasks and tried to complete them just as clearly. Solidly built, dense but not fat, her entire appearance instilled confidence that this office ship would not sink tomorrow. Always perfectly styled hair. A strict skirt just above the knee, a white blouse without silly sparkles or flowers.

I earned her respect by staying after work hours, unlike other colleagues who were blown away from their desks exactly at 17:02. I had to stay late due to frequent running around for small requests from helpless accountants, secretaries, and archivists. Slowly, in the quiet, I calmly finished my direct duties, said goodbye to the security guard at the exit, and went home.

At the end of August, I had to sweat. It was necessary to gather information on the company's activities for the entire period. We were facing expansion. It was already getting dark outside, I left only the desk lamp on so nothing would distract me, and was carefully picking through another report.

The quiet ring of the internal phone distracted me from the multi-colored cells of the spreadsheet.

— Nikit, come to me, I think I messed up with the printer again. — Anna Sergeevna's voice remained calm.

— One minute. — I saved the document and went to the director.

I entered immediately without knocking. Anna Sergeevna was sitting at the desk on the left, looking at me with apologetic eyes.

— Sorry to distract you.

— It's okay. I just have a couple of lines left to finish there.

— Lucky you. — She said enviously. The printer stood to her right on a small cabinet.

— What's wrong with it?

— It won't print, the bastard. I send it to print, and it's silent.

— I see. Let's take a look.

— Damn, everything's stiff.

— Not surprising. You sit at the computer so much. Want a massage?

Anna Sergeevna looked at me carefully. I realized I blurted out the offer automatically.

— Do you know how?

— Yes. I do it for my mom constantly. She's always at a desk at the factory too.

— Go ahead. — Anna Sergeevna patted her shoulder, straightened up, and placed her hands on her knees.

I ran my palms over the silk blouse. I pulled the collar back slightly, trying to get my fingers under.

— The blouse is slippery—there won't be any effect. — Anna Sergeevna silently unbuttoned the top button. Her shoulders were half-bare, but it wasn't enough. Trying not to touch her breasts, I unbuttoned another button.

— Help, I'm being undressed! — the director said jokingly.

— It's necessary. For the cause. — I joked back.

I moved the edges of the blouse aside, placed my hands on her shoulders.

— This will have to be disturbed too. — I hooked my fingers under the bra straps and slid them off her shoulders.

— Also for the cause?

— Exactly.

I ran my palms over her warm shoulders as if smoothing them, felt the work area with my fingers, and with light pressure began to press and knead the stiffened muscles. .оrg Svetlana Sergeevna occasionally gasped when I pressed hard on the problem spots. After some time, when the blood was already flowing where it should, her shoulders flushed, she began to purr softly.

— Great. — she said slowly. — Even my head cleared up.

I looked down at her. I liked how the blouse parted sexily, admired the cleavage between her breasts, saw how the lace of her soft bra showed through the semi-transparent blouse, between which the dark circles of her areolas could be guessed.

I was standing behind her chair, and the bulge in my trousers was already starting to press against the plastic backrest.

Finishing the kneading, with light touches I began to soothe the skin and muscles to release some tension. Anna Sergeevna purred and leaned the back of her head against my stomach. My cock clung even more to the chair and seemed to decide to live there. With circular motions of my fingers, I stroked her shoulders and neck, sometimes moving to her back. In principle, it was already enough, but I didn't want to deprive myself of the pleasure of caressing the director a little longer. My movements shifted from soothing to enticing. Now my fingers were running along the front of her neck, slightly touching her chin, now my hands began to descend from her shoulders forward. I watched the director's reaction. She sat with her eyes closed as if I wasn't doing anything. Her lips were slightly parted.

Trying to take advantage of the moment, I slid my fingers lower to the very cleavage, slipped under the blouse, and with pleasure stroked the lace of her bra. No screams or slaps followed. I placed my palms on her breasts and gently squeezed with my fingers, trying to capture as much of the soft roundness as possible.

— Mmm… — she finally moaned softly. I understood I had received approval for access to the commissar's body. I became more confident squeezing the lace cups and had already slipped my mischievous fingers under them when someone knocked on the door. I quickly pulled my hands out, took a step to the side, and leaned over the printer, pretending to look for the problem. Anna Sergeevna brought the edges of the parted blouse together and held them with her hand.

— Yes, come in! — She tried to look calm.

The security guard came in, asked how long we would still be. Anna Sergeevna answered with an indefinite 'late' and looked expectantly at the guard. He muttered something and left. We exhaled.

— Holy shit! — Anna Sergeevna said with a smile, covering her eyes with her palm. — We almost got caught.

I slapped the printer lid shut.

— Found it. The cable came loose. It's lying on the floor, you probably kicked it with your foot.

— Look, maybe it can be tucked away somehow. — Anna Sergeevna got up from her seat and came out from behind the desk, still holding her blouse with her hand. I crawled under the desk checking where the cable went.

— I'll bring tools and plastic tomorrow to cover the cable.

— Good. Check if it prints? Maybe you'll find something else.

— Is everything okay? — She placed her free hand on my shoulder.

— Not sure…

— Why is that?

— Well… I… — Instead of answering, I turned to Anna Sergeevna, pulled her by the hips so that her legs were between mine, removed her hand from the blouse, and began unbuttoning the remaining buttons. I immediately pulled the bra cups down and greedily took the taut nipple into my mouth. Anna Sergeevna cupped my head with her palms and pressed me to her.

Mmmm… — She moaned again.

My hands wandered over her back, firmly squeezing her buttocks under her skirt. Losing patience more and more, I slipped under her skirt and, stroking her legs, began to lift it. I exposed her ass, pulled her panties down, and pressed my fingers between her legs. The wet labia yielded softly to my movements. Anna Sergeevna gasped. I caressed her entire slit with my fingers, entered her vagina, massaged her clitoris. The director breathed deeply, moving her crotch in rhythm with my fingers. Her hands squeezed my neck. From the abundance of moisture between her legs, it began to squelch. Soon she covered her mouth with her palm and exhaled sharply, sinking onto my hand. I loosened my grip and gently caressed her petals.

— Ah… Mmm… Wait, wait. — Anna Sergeevna pulled away from me, walked to the door, and quietly turned the key. She returned, leaned over, and pressed her lips to mine. Her fingers began to wander over my fly, unzipped it, slipped into my underwear, and pulled out a firm cock with drops of pre-cum on the head. Her fingers ran over it, squeezing slightly, pulling back the foreskin, lightly touching the head. Now it was my turn to breathe deeply. Anna Sergeevna knelt down, licked the head, and took the cock into her mouth halfway. Firmly squeezing her lips, she pulled it out with a smack at the end and plunged it back into her mouth. The movements of her head became faster and faster. My cock began to throb. Anna Sergeevna deeply inserted the cock all the way to her throat and froze. Semen spurted, filling everything inside. She began to hastily swallow so nothing would spill. And as soon as I had emptied everything, her head started working again. My cock didn't even think of softening. I realized I was ready, took the director by the head, lifted her, and raised her to her feet. Anna Sergeevna leaned over, resting her elbows on the desk, and spread her legs wide. I hiked her skirt above her ass again, couldn't resist the temptation to slap her buttock, holding my cock, I pressed the head against her slit and easily entered. The slapping of my hips against her buttocks was interspersed with gasps and moans. I pounded harder and harder. Anna Sergeevna held onto the edges of the desk until her knuckles were white. Orgasm came faster than usual, and after jerking sharply a couple of times, I came inside her again.

Needless to say, we became closer? Our meetings became more frequent, more intimate. We explored each other, caressing every centimeter of our bodies.

The firm successfully underwent expansion, I got the position of deputy. By the way, exclusively for work merits, although rumors circulated. Where would we be without them in a female team.