As the clock strikes five, the office empties, leaving one man behind, his mind filled with stress and unfulfilled desires. He locks the door, his heart pounding as he walks to his desk, unbuttoning his shirt. He sits, pulling out his already hard cock, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. He strokes it, his grip tight, his pace steady. He leans back, his eyes closed, imagining the touch of a woman, the feel of her lips wrapped around his cock. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his body tensing as he comes, his cum shooting out, landing on his desk, a testament to his stress relief.