Business Mogul Monika Recieves Her Bonus From Anon (Lewd)

"Hey boss, ready to head home?"

Anon said after opening the door to her closed office. Monika looks up in confusion, and takes a glance at the clock on the wall. She sighs, lamenting that it's already five 'o clock.

"Sorry, no, I have like, so much paperwork left to do..." She reassess the mess she has on her table, and realizes it'd probably take 30 minutes to just organize it all.
"Anything I can do to help?"
"Nooo, it's okay, it's all GM stuff anyways." She smiles dejectedly
"Are you sure there's nothing? I can get you some more water, order some food..."
"Well, if you wouldn't mind...giving a little message?" she clasps her hands together, hoping he'll say yes. And how could he refuse?

He gets behind her office chair and starts rubbing her shoulders, digging in deep just the way she likes it.
"Ahhh, that's so good~" She sinks back into his hands and he molds her like putty.
"Anon, do you think you could go lower?" She says in a whispery tone, bending down on the chair a bit to offer the area that seeked attention. He obliges, and moves to her shoulder blades, working his way around her bra
"Lower then that." Okay...he starts rubbing her sides, and her lower back with his thumbs.
"No, Anon," She says as she turns around and pulls him towards by the tie. She leans into the ear of the astonished co-worker and murmurs,

"Lower~"

Anon shakes his head and moves back, but she pulls him back, sneering playfully.
"Moni, no way! Not here, and definitely not now!"
Anon says as his eyes darts the windows if any of their co-workers watched the display as they headed out the door.
"Come on, no one will notice if you go under the desk right now!" She tries stuffing him down but Anon resists vehemently. "Anon, come on now. You know what happens when you don't listen to your boss right~?"

He gulps. Termination. Loss of income, and the little independence he had from working...he would suddenly have no excuse for as to why they won't have kids. To be a househusband at this tender age...no! Not yet!

"Alright, alright! Cover me!" With a giggle she leans into the desk to somewhat cover the dive Anon makes into the bottom of the desk. It was a pretty extravagant desk - wooden, nicely furnished, it's area for leg space thankfully spacious and covered in the front. Unless someone walked behind Monika he wouldn't be spotted. He readjusts himself in the crevice but bumps his head on the top.
"Ow!"
"Ahaha, alright in there?" Monika asks as she peers in, her face relishing in his clumsiness betraying her concern.
"Yeah yeah I'm fine let's get this over with already..."
"Oh please, you know you want to do this as much as I want it."

Anon, blessed that she couldn't see his eyes roll, watches Moni spread her legs and deftly rip the middle of her stockings. Both unconcerned with the now ruined lingerie, she peels the incision further, and slides her white, silken panties to the side, revealing her nether regions. She then edges herself to the edge of her office chair, and rolls herself forward, smothering Anon's head with her intoxicating scent. Wasting no time, Anon's tongue plunges into her cunt and indents the outline of the lips with his thumb.

No kidding around.

He has to rush home to cook dinner, and he wasn't in the mood for foreplay. Anon's quick shift into gear four of his technique caused the overworked and sexually starved manager to jolt and yelp. She freezes, hoping no one heard nor saw that, but Anon's offensive offered no reprise in the building tensions in her body. Wanting to moan and scream, but unable to, Monika kicks off her heels and compensates by caressing Anon's side with her veiled foot. Affection noticed, Anon opens the gap with one hand, to plunge two fingers into the opening with the other, while flicking her clit with a stroke of his tongue.

Monika hunched down, stomach clenched yet gasping for air. Work and marital duties be damned, the two were completely into the moment. Anon eased on his speed, and his fingers gently stroked the walls of her genitals, as if he just entered them with his own. As if they were at home right now enjoying a Friday night off.

"Haah..Anon...oh god.."

Monika could no longer hide the pleasure. She brought her forehead to the top of the desk, covering her reddening face with a free arm. Her stomach shuddered as she exhaled, lost control of her voice as she inhaled.

"Ahh, Ahn--naahn..."

She quietly voiced his name as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

"I'm close." she whispered as she stroked his cheek with the moving of her thigh. But Anon slowed down, focusing on pressing sensitive areas rather than exceeding the force needed to make her cum.

"Nooo, don't Ah-! tease me..."

But Anon stopped and looked up. "This is what you get for saying I wanted to do it, because you get really smug when you're right. Let's make this last."
"I need to hhah, finish my worrr-"
"Forget about that, just enjoy this. Give in."

She couldn't argue as he kept her on the edge of climax.

How long was she there? 5, 10 minutes? Time didn't exist in the room. That is, until someone knocked on the door.
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"Come in!"

Junior Manager Natsuki walked into the room, eyes glued on her tablet. "Hey I just got the monthly report from payroll and we're 'seriously' hemorrhagin-Hey. You ok?"
She just realized how flushed and sweaty Monika's face was. Her pleasure and Anon's actions put on hold, the visible damage it did didn't wear off.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine! Maybe a little fever, is all."
"Well, make sure you get some medicine on the way home, we really need you here!"
"Thanks for the concern." smiles Monika gratefully.
"Or y'know, get Anon to do it for you. At least then he'll actually contribute to this place!" She bursts laughing, and Monika politely follows.
"Seriously, why is he even hired here? I'm not saying it's because he's your boyfriend or anything, but anything I get from him I have to double check or we tank!"
"Hm? Is that so? Well I'll have a meeting with him so he can perform more adequately." She taps Anon in the temple with her stupid foot, making sure he heard them.
"While you're at it tell him to stop making such exotic food for lunch! I hate opening the fridge and smelling that stupid garlic sauce!"
"Trust me, I tell him that everytime he kisses me good night!"
They both laugh for real, and Monika continues, "Yeah, and remember the time he tripped and poured hot coffee all over Sayori?"
"Oh my god, hahaha, yeah! She ran to the bathroom and he stood outside it for a whole hour apologizing!"
"And when we found out he couldn't use Excel?"
"What a doofus!" They snicker again.
Monika then rolls away so she can look right at Anon as she says "Ehehe, well if we're in the red for payroll I know where we can make some cuts~"

Okay, that's it. Gear 5.

The second Monika rolls back towards him Anon spears three of his fingers into Monika's vagina. She clutches her chest with one of her hands as her body spasms from the impact.

"Woah! Monika, what happened?!"
"N-nothing! I think a stupid-spider! just bit me." She said, trying to whack Anon away from her privates, but unsuccessful
She couldn't pull the chair away from his grasp, her skirt was a tad hiked up which revealed the discharge..
"Seriously? Man, I didn't know this place was infested..."
"I-I think it's just aah, a one-time thing. Nothing to w-worry about ahahhahha!"

Despite orgasming once, the female body is capable of orgasming multiple times after, in succession. For this reason, and maybe a few others, Anon didn't stop fingering Monika off.

"Well..okay. Anyways yeah, this payroll report is something we should talk about. Wanna do it now?"
"Ahh, uhm no! It's something we should leave for tomorrow, don't you think? It's late, and I still got 'all' this paperwork to doo..."
"Naw, it'll take like 5 minutes. Tops. Don't worry, I'll make it quick!" She fucking better or else I'll dump so much work onto her...thought Monika as she relented and offered her to show her the report.
Natsuki walked up to Monika's side of the desk, and she rolled herself into the dark crevice, hoping Anon and his handiwork couldn't be seen. And as Natsuki explained the numbers, Monika orgasmed, spasm after spasm.

Her muscles lost their strength, her posture destroyed, slumping into the seat. Her ability to keep a straight face no matter the situation, no matter her feelings, was taken to it's breaking point as Anon licked her thighs and with two fingers in her vagina, used the technique he lovingly called "mashing the A button".
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"And that's that! See, that wasn't too bad, right boss? Ya big baby. Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow, I'll shoot you an email on the way home."
Monika groaned in response, as if waking up from a deep slumber. She traced every single step she made to the door, every klick and klack of the tiny woman's heels a gavel pounding in Monika's head. Every step five punctures Anon made in and out of her vagina. How he had this much stamina in his fingers she couldn't understand, but accepted all the same.

The door was opened, and slowly slid itself to close, creaking...

Creaking...

And finally clicked shut.

Then with a grunt Monika pushed away from the desk, rolling away on her chair using the force of her legs which pushed off of Anon's face, knocking him back. He whipped back up to look at Monika, still seated.

Her breath was heavy and ragged, mouth hung open, cheeks flushed to not red, but rather a faded paleness. Her skirt a mess, her lingerie even more so. He wonders how she's going to explain the stains on the furniture and carpet.
Her eyes. A vibrant green, the light reflecting menace off the iris. It said it all, but Anon was unfazed, and met her glance with his own. He licked her nectar from his drenched fingers, and traced the bulge in his pants, challenging her.

"..Anon."
"...Yeah?"
"There's something in the supply closet that I can't reach. Can you help me get it."
"Sure thing, boss." He tossed her heels to her feet
"I'll wait for you there." Adjusting her skirt and put her shoes back on, and pulled the office keys off the desk, swinging them around with her finger. Funny thing about the supply closet, it could actually be locked from the inside - not sure why that was a thing though.

Anon peered from the desk to see if the coast was clear, and stood up and stretched. With a yawn, he glanced at the time. "Well, I guess we're ordering take out tonight."

He walked out of the boss' room, knowing how much work they still had left to do.