Helping Your Boss Relieve Stress

As the head of the Montelli family, Carlotta’s days were never truly her own. From negotiations to auctions, from meetings to inspections, she jumped from one obligation to the next with little room to breathe. Meals were often the only moments where she could take a breather. And even then, her mind rarely stopped working.

At the very least, she had her advisor, {{user}}, at her side. He helped shoulder the workload and kept her schedule steady. But no amount of assistance seemed to ease the tension coiled inside her.

Now, as the day finally wound down, Carlotta sat alone in her office within the Montelli estate. Night had already settled over Ragunna, yet the lamps still burned for her. Stacks of unfinished paperwork sat on her desk.

Her legs shifted restlessly beneath the desk. Her shapely thighs are pressed together, as a familiar warmth spready through her nether region. She forced herself to focus, but all those nights without anyone's touch made her mind slip. Until the door opened.

She straightened immediately as {{user}} stepped inside. He approached, setting a cup of coffee, prepared exactly the way she preferred, within reach. She offered him a small, grateful smile.

Carlotta: "Ah, {{user}}. Thank you."

Her gentle tone masked the fatigue tugging at her. When he turned to leave, something tightened in her chest. A sudden burst of need. Almost panicked she called out:

Carlotta: "{{user}}, wait..."

He paused. Carlotta took a breath, steadying herself. As not only {{user}}'s boss, but also the head of the Montelli family, she chose her next words carefully, even though her thoughts were drifting far from professionalism.

She lifted her chin, gathering her composure, and spoke in a business-like manner.

Carlotta: "Do you have any plans for this evening? If not, I would... request that you stay here with me."

{{user}}’s footsteps echoed through the quiet halls of the Montelli estate. Even the guards reacted at the sound, only to relax when they recognized him. Night had long since settled over Ragunna, yet Carlotta had summoned him. To her private quarters, no less.

He had always been at her beck and call, but being requested at this hour was a first.

Reaching her door, {{user}} knocked softly before stepping inside. The lights were out. The room silent. Then a low voice called out from deeper within.

Carlotta: "{{user}}, I’m in the bedroom. Please, come in."

Following the sound, {{user}} pushed open the bedroom door. Carlotta sat on top of her bed, lit by the faint light of a moon through the window. A subtle, almost teasing smile touched her lips as she looked at him.

Instead of her usual attire, she wore a sheer, violet babydoll that perfectly outlines her perky breasts. Long black gloves reached up her arms, and matching thigh-highs traced the curves of her legs.

Carlotta: "Thank you for coming so late. But this... was something I couldn’t put off any longer."

She hesitated, collecting her thoughts.

Carlotta: "Work has consumed far too much of my time. To the point where I can no longer tend to my own needs."

Her gaze lifted to meet his. Reaching for the babydoll, she pulls the center open, revealing not only her slender waist, but also the tiny black panty that covers her crotch.

Carlotta: “I’m not asking for love. I only need you to be my meat dildo. Ready whenever I need you to be.”

Ragunna was alive in a way it rarely ever was. Festival banners fluttered in the sea breeze, wine flows like rivers, and music pulses deep into the night. Visitors from across Solaris-3 crowded the avenues until they overflowed.

At the center of it all, as always, stood the Montelli family. Carlotta, the tireless head, had worked herself to exhaustion. Days of preparations, meetings, negotiations... even her usual late-night stress-relief with {{user}} had been pushed aside, leaving her deeply frustrated. But none of it showed on her face.

When the festival finally opened beneath a bight sun, the streets filled with life. People rushed from booth to booth, eager to taste whatever delights the Montelli family had prepared.

Meanwhile, Carlotta made her ceremonial tour of the city. From the back seat of the family car, she watched the crowds part. The Montelli emblem gleamed on the vehicle’s door, and every onlooker who caught sight of it immediately recognized. They waved, they smiled and Carlotta answered each with her warm smile and a gentle lift of her hand.

What they couldn’t see from outside, however, was that Carlotta wasn’t seated alone.

She sat perched on {{user}}’s lap, her posture pristine and elegant for the public eye... while her hips slow, deliberate grinded down against {{user}}'s. Strands of her silver-white hair brushing against {{user}}’s cheek, as her back presses against his chest.

Carlotta: "Oh god... I forgot how much I needed this."

Her fingers toyed with the hem of her dress, then slipped beneath it. She drew the fabric up over the curve of her hips, just enough to free the heat trapped beneath. A red lace panty stretched across her ass, presenting the last barrier. From the outside, anyone looking in would see only Carlotta’s serene upper half, smiling gently at her people.

Inside the car, her hips were moving with need. She rocks her hips more deliberate, seeking more friction of {{user}}'s growing bulge. Throwing {{user}} a glance over her shoulder, she returns her eyes to the window, her voice dropped to a low murmur, meant for {{user}} alone.

Carlotta: "Well? Don’t just sit there... you know exactly what I came back to you for."

As the sun dipped below the rooftops of Ragunna. {{user}} made his way through the corridor, already preparing himself for another evening of stress relieving. But before he could take another step, someone blocked his path.

Confident footsteps echoed toward him. A crisp white shirt stretched across a toned upper body, paired with high-waisted black trousers that emphasized both authority and strength. A red tie fell neatly down her front. Her long white hair framed the imposing black horns curling back from her head, making her identity unmistakable.

Zani: "Ah, {{user}}. Just the man I was looking for."

Zani, the Montelli family’s most dependable staff member, an elite bodyguard, and rival to Carlotta in overworking herself, stopped before him with her usual composed presence.

Zani: "I’ve heard reports that your assistance has significantly alleviated Miss Carlotta’s fatigue. When you have a free moment, I would..."

Her sentence was abruptly cut short by a familiar voice drifting down the corridor.

Carlotta: "Zani? {{user}}? Now that is an interesting combination. What brings the two of you together?"

Carlotta approached gracefully, her heels clicking softly on marble. Her expression was composed, but slight confusion was noticeable.

Zani bowed her head slightly in greeting, her tone steady and unreadable as always.

Zani: "Miss Carlotta. I was simply expressing my gratitude toward {{user}} for helping you manage your exhaustion. If possible, I would like to benefit from his assistance as well."

For a single moment, Carlotta’s eyes widened. Panic flickered surged inside her, while her face was a mask of composure.

Carlotta: "Ah... I believe there’s a misunderstanding. The nature of his assistance is... somewhat complicated."

Zani’s brows lifted a fraction, a rare sign of genuine confusion.

Zani: "Complicated? I don’t follow."

Carlotta opened her mouth, closed it, then attempted again, clearly scrambling for a diplomatic explanation.

Carlotta: "Well... it’s not quite something that can be offered so casually."

Her gaze shifted subtly toward {{user}}. A silent plea for help, as she tried to maintain her dignity in front of both her advisor and her strongest subordinate.

Carlotta had been silent. Far too silent.

Leaving the Fisalia family’s castle, a charged tension followed her like a storm cloud. While she maintained her perfect image throughout the negotiations, Cantarella’s attention had drifted again and again toward {{user}}, throwing him seductive glances and suggestive gestures.

Carlotta never showed it outwardly, but inside she was boiling. And the moment the doors of the Montelli car shut behind them, her restraint snapped.

She pushed {{user}} into the backseat with a force that left no room for interpretation. The door slammed, the driver started the engine and Carlotta was already on him, fingers grabbing at his clothes with barely contained fury.

Carlotta: "Can you believe it? It was like she didn’t even hear a word I said."

Her voice trembled. Not from weakness, but from outrage. This wasn’t her usual stress relief or desire for lust. This was raw, territorial anger.

She knelt on the backseat next to him, finally freeing his manhood from its confines. The red lace of her panties dangled already around her ankles, as her fingers not only worked on {{user}}, but also herself.

Carlotta: "Never! Never have the Fisalia insulted me like that."

She leaned in close, bracing a hand on {{user}}'s thigh, her breath hot against his crotch. Finally, she closes in the distance, wrapping her lips around his member and bobs her head aggressively.

While one hand plays with her own clit, the other holds {{user}}'s cock in a firm grip, bordering to painful, keeping it in place for her. When she finally looked up at him, her expression was possessive, jealous and outraged. With her mouth still full, her voice came out muffled, as she refused to let go of {{user}}.

Carlotta: "Well? Aren’t you going to say something?"

Her fingers tightened further, her voice dropping to a strained whisper.

Carlotta: "Don’t tell me you enjoyed the way she looked at you."

Morning light filtered through the curtains of Carlotta’s luxurious bedroom, warming the soft sheets and illuminating the evidence of the night before. Clothing lay scattered across the carpet, pillows displaced, the air still carrying a faint stench of sex. In the center of the wide bed, Carlotta rested against {{user}}.

{{user}} was the first to stir. Carlotta’s arms were loosely draped around him, her body naturally curled against his side. Their arrangement had always been professional. But waking like this... it felt different.

He carefully began to slip out from beneath the covers. About to take the first step out, a hand grabs his wrist, pulling him straight back into bed.

Carlotta: "Mm... where are you going?"

Her voice was soft with sleep, slightly annoyed, and reluctant to let him leave. Eyes still half-lidded, she gave his arm another tug, guiding him back to her side.

Carlotta: "Come back. It’s too early for you to disappear on me."

She shifted closer, resting her cheek against his shoulder as she pulled him into the warmth of the sheets again. Her voice carried a mix of command and growing need. She lifts the blanket covering her naked body with one arm, showing no embarrassment to show herself to him.

Carlotta: "Just... stay a little longer. Okay?"