Exposed in your office

Marina pressed a button on the remote control your desk, and your office blinds automatically withdrew themselves, revealing your nakedness to the bullpen. Almost immediately, some of the women in the bullpen looked up: Olivia, Lisa, and Emily. You blush at the extra attention but Marina just smiles and waves.

"Hey, don't forget we still have other things to discuss," Marina says, tapping you on your shoulder. "C'mon, John, focus!"

Over the next fifteen minutes, you and Marina talked business. Real, proper business, this time. Nothing interesting nor arousing, in fact you didn't even realise at what point your erection deflated.

"Okay, I believe that's all," Marina said, standing up from the edge of your desk that she'd been leaning on. "Thanks John, I'll get out of your hair now."

But just as Marina made to leave, she paused, her eyes falling onto your limp dick. "Actually, hang on," she said, turning back to face me. "I want you to get hard again. Right now."

You grimace, knowing full well that you have **** thanks to the new conditions that had just been added. "Really? Right now?"

"Yes, right now! Now hurry up before I call for others to get in here!" Marina said, crossing her arms in front of her chest and pouting.

With no way out, you took your limp cock in hands and began to stroke. It didn't take long for it to get hard, with Marina staring at you the whole time.

"Well that was quick," she said, grinning. "And you know what, John? I'm feeling generous today. You can make yourself cum if you want."

Your eyes widen at Marina's words. "You want me... to make myself cum right here?" You ask.

"No no," Marina shook a finger at you. "I don't WANT you to, but I'm LETTING you cum. After all, you wouldn't be allowed to without permission, remember? Not to mention..." Marina chuckled. "You're already hard but you're still stroking, so I bet it must feel really good."

You blush, but it was true. Having Marina watch you as you stroked your cock in your office was incredibly arousing and you could barely stop yourself from keeping going. Unable to bear it, you decide to continue.

Suddenly, without any warning, Marina pushed a button on your desk, causing it to rise. "H-hey!" You exclaim, but your desktop has already risen high enough that anyone watching from the bullpen can see exactly what you're doing to yourself in your chair. And just as luck had it, Emily the intern chose that exact moment to look over at your office.

Emily's eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she caught sight of you. You felt a new wave of humiliation flood over you, and yet you never felt compelled to stop. In fact, having Emily as an additional witness only served to arouse you even more.

"I think Emily likes what she sees," Marina said, noticing Emily watching through the glass. "I wonder how she'll react when you cum. Do you think a young lady like her has even seen a man cum before? You might be her first time! Oh, how exciting!"

The thought of being Emily's first time seeing a man cum tips you over the edge, and you stifle your moans as you achieve your orgasm, shooting your cum up into the air. Thankfully, you had the sense to aim your cock towards yourself, resulting in your cum landing onto your belly and avoiding the chair and carpeted floor. You continue to whimper and tremble as you slowly squeeze the last of your cum out of your cock, and as your orgasm subsides, you regain enough sense to see that Marina is watching you with wide eyes.

"That was brilliant, John," she said with a wide smile. "It looked like you really needed it. Well, you're welcome!"

Flashing me a smile, Marina turned around and left my office, closing the door behind her. As you quickly grabbed for tissues to clean up your mess, you notice Marina approach Emily's cubicle to speak to her. You cannot make out what they're saying, but you can't help but wonder.