Chapter 63: Your Thighjob Is Fucking Hot

Chapter 63: 63: Your Thighjob Is Fucking Hot

Rub, rub.

Slide. Slide.

"Mm... haa..."

I had never realized pantyhose could feel this fucking good.

Selena had trapped my cock between her thighs and started rubbing it.

I could feel the soft flesh and the smooth stockings sliding along every inch of my shaft.

"Mmh... h-hah... Is this right?"

"You offered, so I assumed you knew what you were doing."

"I’ve never done this before..."

"Someone who doesn’t know doesn’t usually volunteer to jerk a guy off with her thighs. This is a pretty niche fetish."

"Be quiet..."

Slightly irritated, she slowly moved her thighs back and forth.

They squeezed my cock tight, pressing pleasantly against the head and shaft.

"I heard men like this... and thought maybe you would too..."

"Did you practice because you thought I’d like it?"

"I said that isn’t it!"

She was trying awfully hard for someone who claimed otherwise.

Part of her probably wanted to do it herself.

And the other part...

Was she doing this because she did not want to lose to the other women?

The more time I spent with her, the more jealous I realized she could be.

"You’ve never had this done before, have you?"

"No. You’re my first, Manager Selena."

"...Really?"

Her legs twitched at the word first.

You’re making it painfully obvious how happy that makes you.

Rub, rub. Rub, rub.?

"This is... mm... actually kind of hard."

"Probably because the position is awkward."

"...A little."

"How about this, then?"

I stood and faced her.

The moment our eyes met, she quickly looked away.

"Why are you avoiding my eyes?"

"...It’s hard to look at you."

"Why?"

"...It just is."

God, she was fucking adorable.

I gently wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Mmph...!?"

"I’m helping you move more comfortably."

"...Are you?"

"If I hold you like this, you only have to move your thighs."

"...I suppose."

"Will you hug me too?"

Her whole body jolted.

"...L-like this?"

"You’re only holding my sides. Put your arms around me properly."

"...There."

"Tighter. Let me bury my face in your chest."

"...You’re talking about my breasts again."

"Do you hate it when I talk about them?"

"...I didn’t say I hated it."

After hesitating, Selena carefully wrapped her arms around my back.

Her huge breasts pressed firmly against my chest.

God, they were enormous.

It felt like being swallowed by an airbag.

"I-I just move like this?"

"Yeah. Try rocking your hips."

"That sounds filthy..."

She complained, but slowly pulled her hips back.

Sliiide...?

Then pushed forward again, rubbing my cock between her thighs.

Rub, rub, rub, rub...

"Ah... That feels great, Manager Selena."

"You know your face looks completely depraved right now?"

"I’ve always been depraved."

"...Right."

With the resignation of someone accepting her fate, she hugged me tightly and kept moving.

Rub, rub. Rub, rub.

Sometimes she moved both legs together, grinding my cock between them.

Slide. Slide.

Other times she alternated one thigh and then the other like some kind of advanced technique.

"Ah... I like that your thighs have so much meat on them."

"You really will say anything..."

"I mean it as a compliment. Every time I watch you walk from behind, I want to bury my cock between them."

"...You’re joking, right?"

"I keep telling you I’m serious. Why don’t you believe me?"

"Were you always thinking things like that when you looked at me?"

"I thought about plenty of other things too. Want to hear them?"

I had an entire series of sexual-harassment lines prepared for Manager Selena.

"...No. I’m good. I have a feeling the rest will be even worse."

She cut me off before I could start.

Too bad. I would tell her someday.

Rub, rub. Rub, rub.

"...Just hurry up and come."

Yet somehow her thighs started moving faster.

And squeezing harder.

Did knowing she made me horny really make her this happy?

Her face was flushed now.

"...Why are you staring again?"

"Let’s kiss, Manager Selena."

"What? Mmph...!"

She looked so lovable that I kissed her without waiting.

"Mmm... mmph, kiss, slurp...?"

"Stick your tongue out more."

"...Like this? Mmh...?"

Had she been waiting for me to kiss her?

There was no other explanation for how naturally she accepted it.

We kissed wetly, tongues brushing and tangling, while her thighs kept working around my cock.

Rub, slide, grind.

She never stopped pleasuring me, and she never broke the kiss.

This was the life.

This was why I could not quit my job.

Where else could I get a secret thighjob from my supervisor in the supply room?

A jobless man could never pull this off.

"Ah... Your thighjob is fucking hot, Manager Selena. Seriously."

"Please stop inventing disgusting words."

"You wear skirts this short too. Don’t tell me you’re not confident in your thighs."

"I’m not..."

Squeeze, Squeeze.?

It was adorable how obvious her pleasure was whenever I praised her.

I slowly lowered my hands.

Instead of her waist, I grabbed her ass.

"Ah...!"

"Great ass, tits that smell amazing. You’re perfect, Manager Selena."

"Ngh... Then maybe the other women could..."

"What?"

"Nothing. Never mind. Just kiss me."

"Gladly."

Our eyes met for a moment, and then I kissed her again.

"Mmm... slurp.? Mm, kiss...?"

"Hold me tighter. I’m getting close."

"Ngh... H-hurry up, then... mmph...?"

Slide, rub, grind.

The whisper of stockings against skin sped up as her thighs worked harder.

"Ngh..."

"Come already, Ed..."

"Fuck... your thighs are incredible!"

The pressure around my cock had me right on the edge.

Now I understood why men liked thighjobs.

The squeeze was stronger than most pussies.

Of course it was. There was far more muscle in a pair of thighs than around a vagina.

In gratitude to Manager Selena for teaching me the appeal of thighjobs, I prepared to come.

"Ngh... Wait, Manager Selena. I want to finish somewhere else."

"What...?"

"I was planning to spray it on your clothes today."

"...What are you talking about?"

"Let me pull out."

I slipped my cock free from between her thighs.

Fully hard and seconds from coming, it pointed straight at her body.

Stroke, stroke, stroke...

Manager Selena looked down at me with naked disgust as I jerked myself off.

"...You’re going to come like that?"

"Right on you, Manager Selena."

"Ngh..."

She sounded resentful, but she did not move away.

The sight of her offering her body to me despite that expression was insanely hot.

"Were my thighs... not enough?"

"They were fucking amazing. Ngh..."

"Then why...?"

"Because I want to spray it on your suit."

"...Haa."

She sighed and stepped closer again.

"...Hurry up."

"I’m coming!"

Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke...

The pressure surged.

Fuck. I was going to cover her suit.

Splurt! Splurt! Splurrrttttttt...!

"Mm!?"

My cock throbbed and shot a heavy load across her.

She flinched, but did not dodge.

She stood there and took it, quietly watching me come all over her.

Watch me, Manager Selena. Watch me come.

Splurt! Splurt! Spluuurt...!

"Haa..."

Semen splashed over her thighs. Her skirt. And then—

Splurt!

"Ah...!"

A final rope landed across her chest.

In an instant, her neat business suit was smeared with cum.

"Haa..."

"...Are you done?"

"Yeah. Haa... Fuck, that was good."

"..."

She looked down at herself.

At the cum on her chest, thighs, and skirt, then released another deep sigh.

"How am I supposed to clean this up?"

"I didn’t say to clean it."

"...What?"

"That’s your order for today. Keep it on and walk around like that."

"Are you insane? If I go out like this..."

"Ahh, I want to watch you spend the day smelling like my cum."

"Ngh..."

She looked down at me as though she wanted to kill me.

"I’ll never understand your tastes."

"Says the woman who volunteered to give me a thighjob."

"Please shut up..."

Unable to deny it, she sighed.

Her eyes drifted to the semen on her chest.

"What do I do? I can’t go out like this."

"It’s fine. People don’t inspect your breasts closely enough to notice cum."

"People look at my chest more than you think."

"So you do know."

"I can feel them staring."

With another sigh, she sat down.

"Come here."

"What?"

"...I’ll clean you."

Was she offering to clean my cock without even being ordered?

Holy shit.

I held out my cock, still wet with a little semen, and she took it into her mouth.

"Mmph... suck...?"

Slurp. Slurppp.

Coming all over her clothes and then having her clean my cock was absurdly hot.

I felt like I might get hard again.

She licked and sucked carefully until my shaft was clean.

"You’ve gotten much better at that too, Manager Selena."

"...Ed."

"Yes?"

"...See you tonight."

She said it like she had already been waiting for me.

Until the cum on her clothes dried enough to leave the room, she kept cleaning my cock with her mouth.

God. This was fucking hot.

***

The phone rang in Celeste’s Executive Office.

An internal call.

A call from the CEO—the most important line that could ring at that desk.

"Yes, CEO Celeste!"

The female secretary answered at once.

"W-what can I do for you?"

"...Summon someone for me."

"Pardon?"

"One employee. Have him come up."

The secretary immediately began taking notes.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Summon employee.

╰─

"Who should I call, ma’am?"

"...Ed Roth."

"?"

"Ed Roth."

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Ed Roth.

╰─

The secretary searched the employee directory.

One result appeared immediately.

His status read contract employee.

"Yes. Staff Member Ed?"

"Tell him to come to my office immediately. No delays."

"May I ask the reason...?"

"The reason? The reason..."

The CEO paused, then answered decisively.

"None. If I call him, he’ll understand."

There was no reason at all.

The secretary did not understand why the CEO was summoning a contract employee without explanation.

But her job was not to understand every instruction before carrying it out.

"Understood, ma’am. I’ll contact him immediately."

"Thank you."

The call ended.

The secretary immediately dialed the office below.

"Staff Member Ed Roth? Report to the CEO’s office immediately. CEO has summoned you."