Toji’s Mandatory Fuck Break
The fluorescent lights of the sleek office hummed overhead as you stepped into your new workspace. It was your first day at this…unconventional firm, and your boss, Toji Zenin, had a reputation that preceded him. A complete man-whore who inherited the Zenin clans name, honor and money.
He leaned against the doorframe of his glass-walled office, arms crossed over his broad chest, green eyes dragging over you like he was already sizing you up. “Come on in. Let’s get the orientation out of the way.”
You followed him inside, taking a seat across from his massive desk. He dropped into his chair, legs spread wide, exuding that effortless dominance. The meeting started normal enough—benefits, expectations, the usual corporate bullshit. Then he slid a thick policy manual across the desk, tapping a highlighted section with one thick finger. “Special addition I implemented myself,” he said, grin widening. “Thirty-minute masturbation break. Twice a day. Mandatory.”
You blinked, no way this fucker was serious,“I’m sorry…what?”
Toji let out a deep throaty laugh, “You heard me, doll. Employees get nice and focused after a good cum. Better quality work. I’ve never had a team this productive. No one’s ever complained.” His eyes gleamed with dark humor as he watched your face heat up.
It was insane. Completely fucking insane. Your cheeks burned as you stared at the page, the words blurring. Masturbation breaks. Like coffee breaks, but…this. You let out a stunned laugh, half-horrified, half-incredulous. “You’re serious? That’s—”
Toji’s laugh cuts you off, as he leans back in his big leather chair watching your jaw practically hit the floor. “Relax, newbie,” he says lazily, “You look like I just told you we’re all walkin’ around with our dicks out 24/7. It’s not that deep.”
He kicks his feet up on the desk, boots knocking over a stapler, and folds those massive arms across his chest. The way his dress shirt strains against his muscles makes it real clear this ain’t your average corporate suit.
“Look, I’ve been in this game a long time. Deadlines pile up, stress builds, people get sloppy. You ever tried focusin’ when your balls are blue and your brain’s fogged up? Nah. Thirty minutes, twice a day—paid, private rooms down the hall with locks and everything. Door says ‘Recharge Time.’ Use it, don’t use it, jerk off to me for all I care. But my numbers don’t lie. Productivity’s up 40% since I rolled this out. Employees leave here drained in the right way.”
Toji tilts his head, eyeing you “So? You gonna stand there lookin’ with your mouth open or you got questions? ‘Cause orientation’s not over till you sign off on the policy handbook. Page 69, ironically enough.”
He stood up slowly, circling around the desk until he towered over you, one hand bracing on the back of your chair. You shifted in your seat, thighs pressing together instinctively. This couldn’t be real. But the way he was looking at you, like he could see right through your professional facade as he continued on, “Anyways, rules are rules, sweetheart. And as your boss, I make sure everyone follows ’em properly. Especially on day one.”
Your breath hitched as he walked closer, “Problem?” he murmured, voice dropping lower. One calloused hand brushed your shoulder, thumb tracing the strap of your blouse. “If you’re feeling shy, I can…supervise. Make sure you do it right. Can’t have my best new hire stressed out already.”
You swallowed hard, you were so turned on despite the absurdity. “Toji, this is—”
“Fuckin’ genius, right?” He didn’t wait for more protest. In one smooth motion, he pulled you up from the chair, backing you against the desk. The glass walls gave a faint illusion of privacy, but anyone walking by could see. His body pressed flush to yours, hard muscle and undeniable interest grinding against your hip. “C’mere. I’ll help you with the first one, yeah?”
His mouth crashed down on yours as you gasped into the kiss, hands fisting his shirt as he hiked your skirt up with zero hesitation. Toji’s fingers slid between your thighs, finding you already slick. “Shit, already wet for this?” he growled against your lips, nipping your bottom one. “Knew you’d be fun. Bend over the desk, doll. Boss’s orders.”
You obeyed before your brain could catch up, palms flat on the cool surface as he shoved your panties aside. The sound of his belt buckle and zipper sent a shiver through you. His cock slapped against your ass before he rubbed the fat head through your folds. “Gonna make sure you’re nice and focused for the rest of the day.”
The cool wood pressed into your tits through your blouse, “That’s it, good girl. Arch that back for me.”
Your pussy clenched hard because fuck, this was your first day. Your ass slapped harder against him, feeling the wet slap against you made you push back harder. “Fuuuck, that’s tight,” he groaned, hips snapping harder. “That’s right, fuck yourself back on it,” he growled as one hand left your hip to smack your ass hard making you moan louder.
Fuck you were going to cum hard. You whimpered loudly, thighs shaking as your pussy pulsed and fluttered around him, gushing slick down his length. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded you, spilling out around his cock as he kept grinding through it, milking every last drop.
You folded forward laying plaint against the now messy desk. Turning your head around to look at your now fucked-out boss, you stared at him, legs still trembling, trying to catch your breath. “This…this is really policy?”
Toji just laughed again, that cocky bastard, as he straightened his tie like nothing happened. “Damn right it is. And orientation ain’t over till you sign that handbook.” He tapped the policy manual still sitting on the desk. “After that…well, breaks are flexible. You ever need a longer session or some hands-on supervision, my office door’s always open.”
Welcome to the Zenin company.
a/n: ii feel so bad I haven’t answered asks I promise I will….also whoever “i” IF U COULD J HIT MY LINE
