Futuristic Masturbation Fantasy (Part II)

My boss, Gloria, thought that my sexual arousal was distracting me from my work.  She sent me down to the Masturbation Lounge at work to relieve myself. Markhall Global had one of the nicest masturbation lounges in the industry. They spared no expense on the pleasure and wellbeing of their workforce.   The masturbation lounge first came about as a result of collective action of the workers.  As labor regulations became more progressive, the workers started demanding masturbation breaks during working hours.  They were dissatisfied with masturbating in the restrooms. It wasn’t very comfortable, and besides, it unnecessarily took up stalls that were needed by people who really needed a toilet. Finally, management conceded and built a small lounge in the basement.  The lounge soon became popular with all genders. But eventually, Markhall noticed that productivity and company morale increased as masturbation breaks increased. Always with an eye towards the bottom line, Markhall invested generously in the masturbation facility, and soon became a leader of sexual relief policy in the business sector. I arrived at the front desk of the facility and waited in line.  My friend, Carol, was in front of me in line. “Time for a well-deserved wank?”, she asked. “Gloria made me come”, I said.  “She didn’t like the look of my hardon. “Looks okay to me.” Carol joked.  It was still fully hard.  I smiled. Carol got checked in and chose her usual bed.  I stepped up to the desk.  There was a cute woman behind the admission desk. She was in her white panties but wearing no top.  The name plate on her desk read, “Brenda”. She cheerfully chimed, “Hello. Checking in?” “Yes. Masturbation break”. I responded. She scanned the ID I was wearing on a lanyard. She produced a plastic bin.  “Put your belongings in here”, she said. I placed my lanyard into the bin,  and put my sneakers in.  I pulled off my briefs and put them on top.  My erection now pointed up and out, fully erect. I liked the feeling of being naked. I wish we could work naked! Brenda held up my bikini briefs. “These are cute! Where did you get them?” “McCord’s on Fourth”, I said. “I’m going to get some for my boyfriend”, she said. She noticed the wet pre-cum spot on the front.  “I’ll just pop these in the insta-laundrette. They’ll be fresh and clean for you when you finish.  Do you need any toys or devices?” “No. I think I’ll just use my hand today”, I responded. “Well, go on in and have a pleasurable masturbation experience”, she told me. I walked into the lounge. Interestingly, when the lounge was first built, each wanker was given a private cubicle. Management soon learned that the stimulation of watching co-workers masturbating caused workers to get off more quickly. In the interest of efficiency, the company removed the cubicles and arranged beds, couches and chairs around in the open. Privacy wasn’t as big a concern as everyone initially thought it would be. People liked watching others get off. I walked through the room taking note of the people who were already enjoying themselves. There were a group of young loading dock workers who were engaged in a circle jerk on one side of the room.  A couple women lay side by side masturbating each other.   A few folks of every gender here and there pleasing themselves. One guy was fucking a sex doll. It was stimulating to watch. In the center of the room, suspended from the ceiling, were TV screens. A camera panned around the room stopping at each masturbator so that the others could watch the action. Carol motioned me over.  “Take the bed next to me!” she said.  She was in my workgroup.  We were a close knit group, and we enjoyed each other’s company.  Carol was using a company-issued vibrator today, and she was already busy fucking herself with it.  I watched as she slid the plastic penis in and out of her pussy.  I reached down and yanked my dick a couple of times. On the table next to her bed was the discarded plastic wrapping.  It had checkmarks next to “cleaned” “sanitized” “inspected”. At the bottom it was signed by “Kevin, Masturbation Engineer”. It looked like Carol was appreciative of Kevin’s efforts. “Lay down. Start jacking off! Time’s a wasting!”, she said.  I didn’t need any more encouragement.  I got into my bed. The bed was a hospital type bed with the disposable sanitary paper sheet pulled over the top of it. Just like in the doctor’s office.  On the table next to me were three pumps, offering three different types of lubrication.  I applied some liberally on my cock and began stroking.  On the television above me were the women across the room, pleasing each other with their fingers. Carol was now moaning and writhing on her bed.  This, and the images on the TV made me hot. I stroked faster.  I was startled to see that someone was standing next to my bed. A young man wearing the white, low-cut briefs that were the uniform of the Lounge staff was suddenly standing next to me. “No, don’t stop”, he said.  “I just wanted to see if you wanted a glass of mineral water with a slice of lemon?” I nodded.   He put the drink down on my table.  “Anything else I can get for you?” “No, I think I’m good, thanks”, I said, now stroking slowly. Carol was already done!  This astonished me. Usually, she took a lot longer than me.  Occasionally, she was written up for taking TOO long.  In fact, she’s currently contesting those write-ups. The time it takes her to come is normal and biological. They shouldn’t be allowed to discriminate.  Maybe using the vibrator helped to speed things along?  Anyway, she was already talking to the counselor and getting released. This saddened me a bit. I really wanted to see her tight little body up on the big screen. And now she was getting up. The guys by the wall were now jacking each other off. Nice.  I think this is a regular thing for them. They all take their break at the same time every day. My dick was being stubborn. I think it enjoyed being hard today, and was not going to spurt without a fight.  I was as stimulated as I could be, my dick was rock hard, and the stroking felt fantastic. But I was nowhere close to coming, and I really wanted to get back to work. After about 10 minutes, I was no closer to coming.  Sure, the stroking felt nice, but it was like rubbing a solid steel rod. I was worried that I would be late reporting back to work. I closed my eyes and redoubled my efforts. Suddenly, I felt a soft pair of hands removing my hand from my cock.  The new hand started jacking me off. Had Carol come back?  I opened my eyes.  To my surprise, my boss, Gloria, was standing bedside jacking my dick. “I asked you to come her and get off, not to take a spa day”, she scolded. “It wasn’t ready”, I said sheepishly. Gloria took off her top and set it to the side. As she resumed jacking me, her round breasts bounced. “What can I do to speed this up?” she asked. “You’re doing it”, I said, still not believing that my supervisor was stroking my cock. She took her left hand and started playing with my balls.  It felt good. I didn’t care if I never came, I was just enjoying the ride. “I see you coming into work”, she said, “wearing those tiny briefs and with that big hard dick. One of these days, I’m going to rip those little briefs off you, knock you to the ground, and ride that cock til you’re drained.” This was a definite turn on. She was supposed to be professional. Detached. And here she was talking dirty to me. “How would you like to ram that dick into this wet, slippery pussy? How would you lite to fuck me hard? Ah, you like that, don’t you?” She took one of her fingers from her left hand and glided it over the top of my taint.  I couldn’t stand it anymore.  I felt that warm, tingly feeling of inevitability. I tried to hold back but I couldn’t.  My dick started pumping out jizz. It streamed down my boss’s fist and puddled onto my body. “Warm towel?” asked the young man in the white briefs. Gloria took the towel, wiped off her hands, and cleaned off my body where the semen pooled. She lifted my dick and gently wiped the tip. The masturbation counselor came to check me out. She gave me a tablet to replace the minerals and nutrients I may have lost in “the process”. She gently lifted my penis and checked for cuts, blisters or abrasions (for insurance purposes, I was told), and she released me to go back to work. I was given my sneakers and briefs (freshly laundered), and my ID badge. “All right”, barked Gloria. “Get back to work”. She smacked me on the ass. I love working here. What a great company.  Sure, they are a global corporation bent on global domination, but they sure take care of you when you need to get off. I hope you liked this one.  If you masturbated to this, let me know. I hope you got off.