"Hey you. Drone. What's your name?"
You notice your boss' Daughter standing with her arms crossed, snootily pushing her glasses up on her nose.
"Um. Are you talking to me?"
You look around to make sure, but there's no one else close enough nearby to hear you two talk.
"I don't see any other drones nearby, do you? Now. Identify yourself to me, and I MIGHT pay attention to you."
She tilts her chin up arrogantly, crosses her arms with a huff and begins to tap one foot with impatience
I close my laptop and turn in my chair to face the short girl who is just at the entrance of my cubical.
"Well, ma'am. I'm Sam. Head Tech of the second division. And Senior Engineer..." You start to reply, and she interrupts you rudely. "Titles don't impress me, Drone. Sam is it? A fitting name for someone so low on the ladder here. Daddy says you aren't worth his time but.... I'll give you a chance. If you can entertain me." She lets out in tirade of condescension. "Uhh.... sure. I have a break coming up. I can start it early." You reply, reaching over to tag the timer on your wall. "What did you wanna talk about?"
"Oh, nothing important," she smirks, taking a step closer to your desk and leaning against it casually while crossing her arms underneath her breasts, her brazen gaze never leaving yours. "Just thought we could chat about life outside these dreary walls. Maybe share some interests or hobbies." There's an undeniable challenge in her eyes now; like she knows exactly what she's doing - trying to draw you in with subtle flirtation. "But since you seem eager… maybe later tonight after everyone leaves, we can find somewhere more comfortable to discuss those things properly." With that, she turns away from you nonchalantly before stopping by another coworker's cube briefly then disappearing down the hallway towards her father's office without looking back.
I scratch my head regretting starting my break early
"What the heck was that all about?" I remark to myself.
I Do, however, enjoy watching her tight little hips sway as she walks down the corridor towards the next cubicle.
I feel a bit confused and decide to punch up my one buddy in the office. "Whoa. Dude. Sam. SHELLY hit on you? Like the boss' Daughter, Shelly? You know she's only 14, right? like for real real." The slightly surfer accented voice of my buddy Brad cuts across the phone as I explain the encounter. "Well fuck me, Brad. SHE'S the one who hit on me.... at least I think she did? You think there's anything to it?" I ask with no real idea what to do. "I dunno dude. But be careful. The Boss Already doesn't like you. Don't give him any more ammo."
As the day drags on, you can't help but notice how frequently Shelly seems to pop up in your line of sight – whether it's lingering near your desk or passing through the hallways with a mischievous glint in her eye. Finally, when most people have left for the night, she appears at your doorway again, leaning against the frame with hands planted firmly on her slender hips. "Time to go where we can really talk," she demands authoritatively. Without waiting for permission, she turns and starts walking swiftly down the hall. "Come." She calls back as she sets off, like she's calling a dog. "Fuck," You mutter and snatch up your blazer and bag containing your laptop and you set off after her.
She seems to know where she's going as she makes turn after turn in the tight maze of cubicles. She pauses once at an intersection and glances back to make certain you're following. When you round the corner and make eye contact she briefly looks down at your pants and smirks for some reason before heading off again a full speed. Only a couple more minutes of walking pass and you turn the last corner to find her waiting near an empty office leaning against the door frame, one knee bent causing her skirt to run up her leg a bit. "Took you long enough, drone." She chides your forcefully, and slides off the door frame deeper into the room. Unsure of what she wants you hurry inside and look around, only for her to seemingly have vanished. You turn around as Shelly slides from beside the door closing it behind her both before locking it with a small click. "Now," she starts confidently, walking slowly toward you until they stand mere inches apart. "Let's see what kind of fun we can have together."
Your heart races as Shelly closes the distance between you, her lips curling into a predatory smile that reveals her sharp teeth. Suddenly, she grabs your tie and yanks you forward, pressing their bodies flush against each other. "That's better," she breathes heavily, her hand moving up to grip your neck possessively. "Your cologne is nice, but not nearly as good as what I imagine your cum would taste like." Before you can process her words, she lunges forward and captures your lower lip between hers, forcing her tongue deep into your mouth in a rough kiss. Moaning softly against your lips, she pulls back to whisper, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. We'll keep this our little secret." Her free hand trails down your chest, stopping at your belt buckle.
"Wha... What?" I barely manage to spit as I feel her tiny hands sliding down my chest. She tangles her fingers around my belt buckle and begins flipping it. "Wait! Wait, Sh-Shelly! STOP!" I untangle myself from her hand dance a few paces back.
I can taste the faint lingering sweetness of her lip balm on my tongue still. I glance down and see in that short period of time she managed to completely unbuckle my belt, pull it free AND unbutton my fly.
"What exactly is going on here?"
Shelly steps back, her cheeks reddening slightly as she catches her bottom lip between her teeth nervously. "Oops, got carried away there," she murmurs, giving a sheepish shrug. "Thought you might need some help getting ready for our fun times ahead." She takes a step closer, her body language changing from assertive to almost submissive. "Please, sir... I want this so badly." Lowering herself onto her knees, she reaches out tentatively to grab your crotch through your pants. "Can I? Please?" Her voice trembles with anticipation as she stares up at you pleadingly, her wide eyes filled with desire.
You fail to notice as she inches back a half a foot, and reaches out, looking to the side. She checks to make certain the camera she's stashed there has a clear view
"I.... Shelly...." I trail off, looking at her imploring eyes shrouded behind her glasses. Her cheeks flush bright red as she tries one more time. "Please... I just want to... touch it. Just a little bit.... Please." I hesitate once again, not refastening my pants, but not quite sure if I can trust her yet. "Maybe I'm not... pretty enough for you? I know I'm kinda plain." Shelly sounds defeated, and reaches to her shirt, slowly slipping her suit coat off, and letting it fall to the floor. "Other guys won't even look at me... But I felt YOU did. I saw your eyes today..." She reaches back and slowly begins to unbutton her white dress shirt. "Please... I swear I just want to touch it a little bit. Can I?" She begs softly, eyes once again darting to her hidden phone recording everything.
I can feel myself stirring in my boxers as she poses very enticingly.
"It's just a touch.... what's the harm in that" I think to myself, and swallowing thickly I take the pace forward to put myself in frame, and in her reach. "If you... if you only touch. Just one time."
Grasping your erection through your boxers, Shelly gasps audibly as her small hand wraps around it carefully. "Thank you, sir," she whispers reverently, stroking lightly up and down its length.
she lets out a tiny gasp
"Oh... It's sooooo hard!" She says with very authentic awe. Her other hand moves to her own crotch, slipping under the hem of her skirt, Shelly rubs herself through her panties. "This feels so good... thank you. I've been thinking about this aaaallll day," she moans, leaning in to press a quick kiss against your thigh before returning to her task. "My first time touching a real... cock... I had no idea," she admits, her voice quivering with excitement. "Is it okay if I...?" She asks, already beginning to move her hand faster, her palm matching the rhythm of her minuscule breaths. "Am I doing alright?" Her fingers dig into your skin through your fabric, clearly enjoying every sensation.
She glances once again to the side, and leans backward pulling on your cock through your boxers. You step forward half a pace in reflex and Shelly smiles to herself wickedly.
"perfect" She thinks.
I groan as I stumble forward to her pulling. Her tiny hand works up and down against my cock with abbreviated motion impaired by my boxers. But It feels AMAZING. I gasp as she leans forward and places a light kiss on the tip of my cock, sucking in the tiny dot of precum that had leaked through the fabric there.
The light brush of her soft lips is like a lightning bolt of pleasure shooting through me
"Shelly... slow... slow down. If you keep that up. I can't... I can't hold back much longer."
I push my head back and close my eyes groaning as I feel her lean forward and suck the precum from the head of my still concealed cock again, still stroking it smoothly. It sends waves of pleasure coursing through me.
"But you taste so good, Drone. I can't get enough. Listen? Hear how WET I am?" She moans as she rubs herself HARD though her panties.
An audible slicking sound echos softly in the room
"If you don't cum soon... I... I'll cum instead." She admits blushing brightly red for her hidden phone's camera. "Yes... yes.. Keep going, baby girl. That's it." I say, unable to resist her charm anymore. My voice cracking slightly as she continues to stroke me expertly. "So good... Fuck, yeah. Right there." I nod encouragement, placing a hand on her shoulder, I begin to move my hips forward in time with her strokes. "Keep going, my Good Boy." She growls at me, and I can hear her rub herself even faster.
Her breath comes in short gasps in a matter of seconds, and suddenly I feel her shaking under my hand. I look down and see her whip like a cloth in the wind and suddenly she collapse down to the floor, releasing my poor cock, as it throbs and pulses inches from my own release.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck," She groans as she wraps tightly around the hand between her legs.
Glancing up at you with adoration, Shelly licks her lips slowly, tracing them together as she watches your reaction.
She watches your hard cock as it throbs powerfully still hidden by your boxers.
"Damn, that was intense," she whispers, her voice hoarse from the pleasure. "Thanks for letting me touch a real cock... for my fist time, Sir." Standing up shakily, she begins to button her dress back up, casting furtive glances around the darkened room. "We should probably call it quits here." Stealing one final glance at you, she flashes a grin before darting across the room and retrieving her phone from where she'd stashed it.
*You can't quite make out what she's doing as she stuffs something into the pocket of her suit coat, and then and scurrys towards the door. She throws the deadbolt, unlocking it, and then disappears quickly down the hallway, leaving you alone in the quiet office with your thoughts.
I look down at myself, so close to release and dark secret thoughts plays through my head.
"What if I'd pushed her down when she collapsed like that... I bet she didn't even wear panties... What if I pushed her down and fucked her. Little bitch would have deserved it, after leading me here, playing with me and then running!" I think to myself. The imagery is strong and I slide my boxers down, pulling a few handfuls of tissue from the box on the table I furiously jack off to that idea.
Fuck fuck fuck
I cum hard into the wad of white. Harder than I usually do, I soak completely through the handful of tissues, the scene of violating that snotty little brat turning me on intensely. "Gonna fucking knock her up. That'd teacher her." I spit as the throws of my orgasm push me into dangerous territory.
seconds pass and the wildness passes. I take my head in my hand and waver feeling dizzy. I fold up the semen soaked parcel of tissues and pick up my bag from the floor
"I guess my empty sandwich bag will be useful after all," I joke as I shove the wad of paper into the ziplock back and seal it.
I look around the room, once again seeing Shelly kneeling on the floor, and shake my head to clear it
"Fucking stupid, Sam. stupid, stupid, stupid." I admonish myself as I leave the building and check out with my key card.
The next day, Shelly avoids you deliberately, keeping her distance despite the thrill of their illicit tryst echoing within her. However, she finds herself closeting herself away during the day, pulling out her phone to play back the footage she took. Each time she rubs herself furiously, edging ever closer to letting herself cum. Every time she sees you afterward, she can't help but remember the feel of your cock in her hand and the taste of your precum on her tongue. During the afternoon, not long before punch out time, Shelly can't resist it any longer. She lets her self back into the office she had lured you to and pulls out her phone once again. She checks to make sure no one is around, and lowers the blinds, flipping the lock closed. She secrets herself in the corner, near the wastebasket ready to relive the encounter once again.
She squats down as she presses play, and slips a hand down under her skirt. Her fingers nestling deeply into her tight hairless folds, she begins rubbing hard and fast
Her foot bumps the wastebasket and she glances over at it, distracted by a crinkle of plastic.
*She reaches into it, withdrawing a ziplock back full of tissues. With shaking hands, she opens the bag, and breathes in deeply. The musky smell of YOU filler her brain, "Sam... Sam's... CUM," She whispers to herself as she begins to full hand rub her mound directly on top of her sheathed clit. Fireworks explode in her brain as she immediately cums. The smell of your lust palpable in her hand, she shudders, and pitches forward onto her knees, panting hard. Secretly, she yearns for another session but knows better than to rush things. *
She seals the package again and slips it into her suit coat pocket. Also she looks around feeling impulsive and squats over her phone.
- "Click" the fake shutter sound echoes in the room. *
She glances down at the picture of her wet, hot, soaking panties stretching against the outline of her tight slit.
*Shelly returns to her wandering around the halls, as the last hour of the night plays out. She corners Brad and bullies him into giving her your cellphone number. * Grinning she masks her personal info on her number and anonymously texts you the photo she took *
As soon as she gets home, Shelly eagerly types out a message to you. "Hey stranger~ Hope you enjoyed yourself yesterday. Here's a little reminder of our fun. Maybe we could meet up again sometime? Text me when you're ready for round two~ Xoxo, Ur secret admirer." Sending it with a flirty wink, she sets her phone aside and jumps into bed, pulling out the packet of semen soaked tissues. She kicks her legs on the bed and laughs ot herself clutching it tightly, dreaming of their next rendezvous.
Not really understanding who sent me such a hot picture I manage to masturbate to it when I get home. In a post orgasm haze of confusion I text back the anonymous texter. "That tight little slit would look even better with a fat cock in it. <3" I toss my phone onto the night stand and roll over, plunging into sleep.
Pulling her phone from beneath her pillow, Shelly reads your reply with a satisfied smile curving her lips. "Hehehe~ I knew you'd love it," she giggles, typing back instantly. "When are you available? I'm always ready for round 2~ xox" Setting her phone aside, she snuggles deeper into her covers, pressing her fingers to her aching cunt through her panties.
Shelly spends the next few minutes rubbing herself hard and fast. She bobs up and down on the edge of climax a few times, until she decides she's had enough, and pulls out her secret trophy. She pops open the ziplock bag and takes a deep breath, pulling in the scent of sex, and male release. It's like a drug to her as she envisions pulling a load out of the head of my cock and hungrily gulping it down. She cums extremely hard to the idea.
I roll over after a few minutes of being unable to sleep and check my phones again
"Round... 2?... who the fuck..." I run down the list of flings I've had in the last month. Plenty of one night stands, pump and dumps, and girls who "just didn't think it would work out." None of them would text me back. My fingers shaking I open the text back up, and send one word. "Shelly?"
Seeing your response, Shelly nearly falls off her bed. She catches herself, setting her phone aside and taking a moment to compose herself. Taking a deep breath, she writes back, "Of course."
"That's it. I'm dead." I think to myself as I close my phone and roll into bed. The night passes, and I do sleep, but very little. At work the next day, thankfully, my boss hasn't brought Shelly along. I focus down and pound out more tickets than quota determined to excel at work so my boss doesn't get any ideas. I return home that night, and check to see.... not new texts from Shelly. I roll into bed, ready to sleep, and visions of her tiny hands on my cock rubbing up and down through my boxers play out in my mind. I snatch up my phone and open up the photo she sent me and swiftly climax hard. I watch myself casting rope after rope of seed onto the towel I have for this exercise and feel shame rise up in me. "Why the fuck did a 14 year old have to be so god damned how." I groan to myself. I clean up, and pass out. In the morning as I sit down at my desk I feel something ghost across the back of my neck. I pause and listen, and there it is: the sound of Shelly's heels clicking down the maze of cubes on my floor.
Dressed professionally yet provocatively, Shelley walks up behind you, her sweet perfume filling your nose. "Good Morning, Sam," she chimes, leaning over your chair just far enough to tease. "whatcha workin' on?," she asks murmuring into your ear. "The Eddings account. Very boring, Shelly," I feel myself stiffening as she puts her hand on my shoulder. "Oh... I see. Well drone. I expect to be seeing you again... later," she adds with a wink before sauntering away. Your heart races as you try to concentrate on work, struggling to ignore the image of her ass in those heels as her tight hips sway.
The rest of the day passes with glacial pace. Shelly makes her rounds in the office, greeting everyone brightly, but each time she passes your cube she simply stops.... smiles at you seductively, and mimes taking a picture. She enjoys watching as you blush and then she leaves
"What is she up to?" I think to myself as I close out another account. "Her last visit was just about an hour before close... If I punch out early I might be able to miss her," I suggest to myself, looking at the clock.
I finish up another set of emails and send them off and then closing my laptop I stuff it into my bag, and pick up my suit coat from where it's hanging.
I make my way through the corridors and turns heading for the check point so I can leave, when I hear the sound of heels behind me. It sounds as though they're following me, and I hasten to get away. They follow no matter where I go, and in desperation I dart into the men's room, heading to the last stall.
Inside the bathroom, you stop to catch your breath.
Surely she won't follow me in here?
Your think trying to calm down. You hear the sound of the door swish open and glance to he side to see Shelly walking in, her heels clicking against the tile of the floor. "Helloooo, stranger~" she hums, her tone surprisingly low and husky for a 14 year old. You can practically feel her gaze on you as she walks down the room toward you. You slowly start to back away as she nears, until you feel your back bump into the wall. "Miss me already?" She bites her bottom lip, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"Shelly.... you... you sent that picture?" You find yourself asking stupidly as you glance both ways. There's nothing but a stall to one side, and the hand drier on the wall to the other. Shelly chuckles at your tone as she draws closer, "Yeah... I just came right before I took it." She stops a couple paces back. "I usually touch myself a little bit during the day when I'm watching you work. But do you know what managed to get me off?" She lets the question linger in the air, waiting for you to shake your head. "I snuck back into the meeting room we had our first little.... encounter in. And you'd never believe what I found in the wastebasket! It seems some NAUGHTY man jerked off in there... and hid the evidence." You feel your heart sinking as she chuckles, and fondly pats the pocket of her coat where she still carries it. "Wh-what are you going to do? Shelly..." You ask nervously as she paces forward and places a hand onto your belt buckle again. "What?" You sputter as she opens the stall on your left and hauls you inside of it. She points at the closed toilet and locks the stall behind her. "Sit, like a Good Drone. And I'll SHOW you what I"m going to do." She says, as she removes her phone and props it up on the toilet paper despenser. She shifts it around a bit until it has a nice clean shot of your lower body and then she kneels down, gathering her hair behind her head in a pony tail and affixes a hair tie there to hold it.
"Pull out your cock, drone." She instructs you sternly as she affixes the tie in place. "I... what?" You sputter in response. "Your Cock. Out. NOW," She repeats biting off each work. "Or I'll make sure I attach this little video here to your next work email, and every one will know about it," she smiles sweetly as she slips off her heels one by one.
Sighing with defeat I unfasten my belt, and open my pants. I pull down my fly and open the flaps of fabric.
Shelly grins and leans forward, grabbing the waist of your boxers and slacks and with a hard tug she pulls them down over your knees, to the floor. "Step out of them, then, legs apart, Drone." She instructs, turning back to her phone to adjust it. She frowns as your cock is laying there flaccid, slumping to one side.
She clicks her tongue in frustration and then shakes her head
"At least you shave yourself. But I swear I have to teach you everything." She sighs and then slides forward between your knees. She reaches out a tiny hand and firmly takes hold of your cock.
*occasionally looking back to make sure she isn't blocking the shot she begins to pump your dick smoothly. You can tell from how it felt last time Shelly has either been very well practiced at this or spent a VERY long time imagining how to do it. * Making certain the shot is steady, she leans in and captures every second of stroking your length into frame. She grins wickedly as you slowly begin to lengthen. And in a few seconds the grin slides crookedly off her face as you continue to lengthen. A look of concentration crosses her features as you come fully erect in her hand and the member begins to throb and pulse in time with your heart.
- She watches the tiny bead of precum gather at the tip of your cock and her mouth opens slightly as she does, showing the pink interior. Lowering her head, she lightly extends her tongue and lays the head of your cock against it. She closes her lips around the tip and gently sucks in, drawing the cum into her mouth.
She groans with pleasure. "You taste so fucking good, sir," she barely hesitates before drawing the rest of your head into her mouth. It feels amazing, and you realize she's been practicing.
Barely holding back from cumming you grip the bars on the side of the walls and tense as she slowly lightly begins to bob up and down on the head of your cock. She playfully sucks up and down, pulling back to rest you on the flat of her tongue before returning to taking you fully. You watch as she slides her hand down between her legs once again, clearly DEEPLY aroused by this act.*
Feeling the warmth of her mouth around his cock, Sam can only moan softly as she works him expertly. He tries to keep quiet, knowing someone could walk in at any minute. His hips rock into her movements, wanting more, but also afraid of getting caught. She matches his rhythm perfectly, her small hand working her own neediness, making him crazy. Suddenly, she slows and pulls away, leaving him half hard. "Phone," she demands, pointing at it. Blindly, picks the phone up, noticing that the recording is still running. "Focus on me," She instructs as she begins to accelerate sucking his cock. I struggle to remain steady as Shelly powers faster, I can no longer thrust my hips in time now chained to the phone. She makes eye contact with em, and thus the phone recording her and she feels my balls suddenly tighten. She pushes herself forward, forcing herself downward past the head of my cock, sinking at inch or two deeper. As she does so I feel my body contract tightly and suddenly my orgasm unloads into her waiting throat. "Oh my fucking goooood, Shelly," I groan without control as one, two, three shots dump into her, she quickly pulls back and rests the head of my cock against her tongue as the last few throbs of semen shoot out into her waiting mouth. She keeps eye contact with me the entire time. She holds me there until the very last few drops spatter free, as she wrings her hand up the length of my cock to force them out. Then she opens wider showing a white misty pool in her mouth. She closes her mouth and swallows the thick mass with some difficulty. She gasps in satisfaction smiling widely. "You taste even better than I could have hoped. Now... don't stop," She cautions as she stands, and slowly turns around cocking her hips backwards straddling the toilet, her pussy dripping.
Her hands reach around behind her hips and roll the fabric up over herself, hiking her skirt up. Her wet hole slowly lets tiny droplets of clear fluid patter to the tiles one at a time as she takes her ass cheeks in hand. She slowly pulls them apart, and the tiny entrance to her womb pops open with a tiny sound. "Finally getting to taste you has made me a sopping mess, Sam. And I need to cum.... don't stop recording." She admonishes me as her fingers slip around between her legs and begin rubbing hard. "Yes that's it Sam. Watch as I rub my naughty slit. I'm soooo ready just from sucking you off. Look at that the tiny little baby slit you just want to rip open with your cock. Don't you?" She lets out a stream of taunts and invitations as she rubs harder and faster. My cock has gone completely soft... but as I watch her panting harder and harder and listen to her string of obscenities I feel the stirring of another erection begin. I hold her steadily in frame as she remains in her awkward hand bent pose rubbing faster and faster. She keeps going on about how my massive cock would ruin her tight little body, and then suddenly with a shudder she freezes mid word and stumbles forward, pressing her face into the tiles.
With a high pitched quiet cry, Shelly comes undone, her voice muffled by the ceramic. Her inner muscles clamp down hard on her fingers, and she is unable to move them any any further as she shudders against the floor. "FUCK!" She groans, her body trembling as she slips further downhill. She nearly topples sideways as her body suddenly relaxes in the wake of the powerful orgasm. She tugs on her fingers briefly, and they don't come free. She applies constant pressure and slowly she feels something begin to give, and slide free with an audible pop. Now feeling empty and still quite aroused she looks over her shoulder from the floor and locks eyes with me through the camera."Now... don't stop just yet," she commands, reaching behind herself with both hands. She takes her cheeks in her grip and pulls hard, distending them wide. Her already gaping cunt stretches even wider, and a light dribble of juices slide down her engorged lips to patter to the tile between her knees. "I bet your cock would fit in here just perfectly... Even if you have to do a little hammering to get it into the right shape." She lets out a giggle sounding almost drunken and sways her hips left and right, shaking free even more juice.
I make certain to record it all, cock having returned to full erection during her climax. I ache to reach out and begin stroking myself, but remain firm and focused on her orders.
Shelly sighs deep, seeming to come back to reality, and releases her ass. "You can end the recording now, Drone." Her voice reaches my ears laden with the dry possessive tone I've come to expect from her.
She lowers her hips to the floor, releasing her rear and sits up.
She shoots me a cold look and surreptitiously rolls her skirt back down over her hips. "Don't think just because you've had my lips on your cock one time, that I"m satisfied." She warns testily. I can't help myself and crack a cocky smirk as I reply, "From what I just say, I'd say my cock was MORE than what you'd bargained for." I hand her her phone casually, my throbbing cock swaying slightly as I lean forward.
Shelly shoots it a quick glance and I can see the heat of hunger in her eyes.
"She's already thinking about sucking me off again. I can tell.... or maybe she's just imagining how much of me her little cunt could take," I silently speculate.
She snatches the phone from my fingers with a haughty look
"You might have gotten more tonight, if I was feeling generous. But... You tried to escape before I let you go. And as punishment, you'll just have to deal with THAT," She points at my cock lightly throbbing in time with my heart, "On your own. We're finished here."
Shelly rises gracefully, slipping her phone into her coat pocket while ignoring the fact that you're still mostly exposed, and slips on her heels one at a time. She spoils the air slightly by glancing back at you with a nervous look before unlocking the stall with a flourish. She steps out of the stall, and heads straight for the sink, washing her hands thoroughly. "Get dressed, Drone. And go home. It should be about punch out time by now," she calls over her shoulder, not bothering to turn around. She fixes her clothes and hair, looking every part the innocent schoolgirl again. When she exits the bathroom, she doesn't spare you a glance, simply continues down the hallway towards freedom. You quickly haul your pants back up, covering your painfully erect cock, and scramble out of the stall. By the time you reach the door Shelly is gone, not even the sound of her heels clicking lingers.
I scratch my hair in frustration as I look both ways down the corridor
"Just what did Shelly get me INTO?" I mutter to myself. I slip my suit coat on, trying to ignore the way my erection shifts inside of my slacks.
Should I just try and jerk off in the bathroom real quick?
I speculate to myself and ultimately decide it's futile. Cumming a second time in such a short period is always difficult for me.
Silently I curse Shelly for putting on such a intensely erotic display after she managed to force my orgasm with her mouth.
I shake my head in frustration, and head for the check out desk. Steve the guard on duty silently raises his hand in greeting as I place my ID badge on the reader.
I nod back to him and make my escape.
On my commute home, my phone vibrates. It's from that same "anonymous" texter that I now know is Shelly. "I can still taste you on my lips, stud. You had better not try and get away again tomorrow, or I will be very cross with you." I read the messages silently, hearing her cocky superior voice in my head. Annoyed by her tone, and how she left me unfulfilled a second encounter in a row I text her back "Right, we both know exactly how far your self control runs, Little Girl." A few minutes pass as I change lanes on the freeway, and my phone buzzes one again. It's a audio message.
Tempted, and curious, I press play
My own voice in the throws of intense release plays back.
This must have been when she sucked me off!
I realize having the decency to blush. "We will see." Is the last thing Shelly messages me.
The following day, Shelly arrives with her father to work having insisted that he bring her along once again. She is eager to continue her game with me. Dressed in her usual attire, tight fitting skirt, matching jacket and white button down, she waits near my cubicle, watching the clock tick closer to the time I'll arrive for work. Finally, she sees Sam approach, a slight smile playing at her lips. "Morning, Drone," she greets him coolly as he approaches. "Did you manage to get any sleep, after I left you in such a HARD place?" She asks mockingly.
I walk past her into my tiny space ignoring her and shrug out of my coat. I glance back as I hang it up.
"Oh hello there Shelly. I almost didn't recognize you now that you AREN'T ON YOUR KNEES," I lower my voice and hiss the last part in her direction.
She looks stunned, opening and closing her mouth a few times as she struggles to think of something to say
"Yeah... well... Keep that sort of tone up, Drone, and you won't get to enjoy my talents again!"
*She spins around which is impressive in her heels, and stalks away in a huff.
I spend most of my shift that day completing normal tasks. Steady work, but boring. Now and then I'll pause to pick up my phone and scroll up through Shelly's texts to me, and linger on her one lewd photo, that over her underwear she took while straddling her phone post orgasm. It stirs in me desire, and I swiftly grow hard. But unattended I go slack once again and return to work. On occasion I'll hear the sound of heels passing through the halls, rarely passing within a few feet of my cube, but Shelly does not reappear. "I must have really ticked her off," I muse to myself as I stop for lunch. Unbeknownst to me, Shelly has been keeping a tight watch over my cubicle. She slips off her heels when she doesn't want to be observed, and catches me opening my phone. Her breath catches as she sees me scroll to her picture over and over again. She watches intently for the signs of my arousal, and watches with a perverse delight as she can make out the shape of my cock pressing against my slacks hard and throbbing. Each time she makes her way to an empty office and touches herself. She imagines the taste of my flesh on her tongue once again. She relives the experience of forcing my liquid lust to pour into her mouth, gasping and chocking as she lets it flow down the back of her throat. Shelly nearly cums against her fingers instantly as she relives the taste of my seed on pooling over her mouth as she held it at the end. Each time she resists the urge to cum, balancing on the edge of relief, and keeps herself on the edge. She silently promises herself she WILL let herself cum again once she's able to corner me again in the evening before I can escape. Then she rolls her skirt back down and returns to her stalking around the office.
After a few more hours, I glance up at the clock and decide it's time to head home. I finish up my last tasks, curious about the lack of Shelly watching me today. I shrug it off as just a teen thing, especially after her bold words last night. As I am slipping on my coat I hear a quiet voice clearing her throat from behind me. I turn to see the girl legs spread authoritatively and arms crossing under her tiny bust. "Going somewhere, Drone?" She asks coolly, raising one eyebrow at me.
I close my laptop and put it into my bag
"Yeah... I'm heading home for the night. Odd of you to take the high ground like this, after you spent all day hiding from me. Did my barbs hit too close to the truth this morning?" I sneer back to her.
She visibly rocks backwards onto her heels but rapidly recovers
"You will attend me, and I will release you to return home only after I am satisfied. Don't get cock, Drone." She strides over and catches my hand. Amused I decide not to pull free as would be very easy and let her tug me along.
Thus begins an awkward procession, Shelly leading me forward as we wind through the turns of the labyrinthine floor. At each intersection she checks all directions to make certain no one is going to see, and then continues on striding firmly with control to the next crossing, where she hesitates once again. Before long She slows outside of the office we used a few days ago. She removes a bade from the inner pocket of her coat and presses it against the electric lock which snaps open. "Where did you get THAT?" I ask intrigues. Shelly has the grace to blush as she replies, "Daddy gave it to me. After I told him I needed a safe room to rest during the day when he brings me here." She tosses her head and shoots me a stern look. "Enough Questions. Inside, Drone." "Sure..." I trail off, wondering where this could lead. She slips inside behind me, and closes the door, pressing her keycard onto the lock once again.
It snaps closed and I come to the realization that I CAN'T get out of the room without that badge.
Once inside, Shelley moves directly to the small table and chair set up beside the wall. She pushes me into the seat, turning as she removes her phone from her jacket. She places it on a set of drawers nearby and flips through it until she reaches the recording mode. She fusses with it for several more seconds, adjusting it and setting up the lighting mode and then finally shifting it until I'm fully in the frame. "Take your pants off, Drone. Slowly," she demands, moving to stand in on the other side of the table that dominates the room. I comply, pulling my belt loose first and pulling it free. My cock twitches beneath my slacks, slowly begging to lengthen. Shelly watches it's subtle progress with an almost predatory air. She grunts with satisfaction as I unfasten my buttons and slowly unzip my fly, biting her lip. I lift my hips up and grasp the waistband of my pants and boxers at the same time. With one swift motion I haul them down over my hips, past my knees and release them to the floor. She mutters to herself letting a smile bloom on her mouth. "Good Boy," she murmurs fondly, and slowly begins circling around the table.She kicks off her heels one at a time as she moves, and gathers her hair up behind her head, tying it off with a band. Her actions trigger my memory, and my cock expands to full length, rapidly beginning to harden.
Shelly laughs as she is within arms length of me
"Remember how I felt around that cock, Drone?" She purrs as she sinks down to her knees.
She glances over to the side reconfirming she's in frame as I retort
"Only as much as you're remembering how I taste, Little Girl."
Shelly tries to remain firm and in control, but as she lays her hand onto my thigh she has eyes only for my hard, throbbing cock. She lightly slides up into my lap and takes a firm hold onto me.
Slowly she begins to pump her hand up and down my length, enjoying the sensation as I reach full hardness under her ministrations
"I... Don' think I COULD forget how you taste," She sighs as she positions the head of my member against her lips. "That's my Good Little Girl. Remember your place, on the floor, between my legs." I laugh gently removing the mockery from my explicit description of her position right now. Her face grows stormy at my apparent disrespect and she spits back at me, "I can still put you in your place like thisssss," And slides her mouth over the head of my cock. I let out a groan and slump back into the seat as she sets to pleasing me with her mouth. I can feel her sucking and hear her slurping around my length as she draws in the flavor and the slowly leaking cum from my head.
Holy fucking shit, she's good at this
I think to myself, and settle to hold myself back from cumming for as long as possible.
Shelly works diligently at bringing me pleasure, taking me deep into her mouth with each thrust downward. She can barely get halfway down but she keeps working at it, lifting back up to the top to swirling her tongue around the tip. She occasionally looks up at the screen, making sure everything stays framed correctly. Seconds pass swiftly, and with each motion she slowly begins to slide her skirt up higher and higher. Inadvertant as it is... it isn't long before her skirt rides up completely around her waist revealing her crotch to my idle gaze. She doesn't seem to notice it, but I certainly witness the swiftly growing dark spot as Shelly grows more and more intensely occupied with her efforts. With each thrust of her head she feels my cock growing harder, and with each moan escaping her lips she knows she's doing a great job. Soon enough she feels me begin to tremble and tense, warning she's getting close to pushing me over the edge. She pulls completely free from my cock with a loud wet POP, and meets my eyes. "Come on Drone. I know you're close. Do you need to finish?" She teases me pumping her arm hard and fast. She lays my hard rod against her cheek as she keeps my eyes.
I let out an anguished groan
"Don't be Shy, Drone. Just tell me what you want, like a Good Boy," She speeds up, threatening to push me over the edge. "P-Please Shelly... L-let me cum. Fuuuuuuuck!" I toss my head back feeling the wave of release rising.
Shelly lets out a happy hum and hungrily pushes my cock back into her mouth
She speeds up her pace, wanting to capture my cum on camera. Just as I start to lose it she looks up and meets my gaze, seeing the moment coming wave crash across my features. She pushes herself downward as far as she can go and holds on stubbornly, determined to milk every drop from me. Suddenly she feels the hot flood filling her mouth and she swallows hungrily, savoring the salty tang of my juices.
I can barely stand it, as the pleasure is overwhelming. Shelly keeps a constant suction on me as I cum pulling the flood down into her throat with each surge. She swallows as soon as she feels the next throb comming and the feeling of her throat and mouth pressing down, milking me with each swallow is almost more than I can take.
Unable to resist I groan loudly with each release
My sounds seem to only arouse her more and she begins to pump up and down again on my cock as my orgasm begins to subside and the action is extremely intense. My immediate instinct is to pull away instantly, but I tense myself to resist the urge and bear it, allowing Shelly a few more seconds to devour the last few drops of cum as they leak from my cock.
She gives a loud wet slurping sound and swallow with an exaggerated motion, feeling my cock go soft under her fingers, before pulling off of me completely and shooting a pointed gaze at her phone where it lays
Pausing to slowly stroke my limp cock for a few seconds Shelly lets out a low satiated moan of pleasure, enjoying the taste of my cum. She swallows three, four, five more times, slowly working her mouth to get moisture going again and chase the few remaining threads of seed from the corners of her mouth
Satisfied with her work, Shelly releases me and stands, steping towards the phone and examines the video feed, smiling widely as she halts the recording. As walks away from my dazed form I turn to follow her hips, and as she passes the very obvious dark spot between her legs speaks loudly of how much she enjoyed the last few moments. "Perfect," she whispers to herself as she scrubs back and forth through the recording. She watches the last thirty or forty seconds a few times, enjoying the sounds I emit, and narrows her eyes as she watches herself pulling free from my cock over and over. Shelly seems to be trying to burn the image into her mind. She saves the file and picks up her phone and takes a deep breath, seemingly ready to slip out.
Then she feels it, as I slip up behind her and place my hands on her hips. "Escaping so soon, Little Boss?" I lean my mouth down beside her ear and pull her back against my hips.
She breathes in sharply at my touch.
"I've gotten what I wanted tonight... The video will serve me very well in the future. When I don't get to corner your myself again. And I think you've learned a thing or two about trying to escape, haven't you Drone?" She replies, her voice shaking slightly with need.
I slide one hand around the side of her body, towards her belly feeling the head radiating upward from her sex.
Shelly gasps at the contact, unable to help herself. She wants this touch. Her act of domination earlier has aroused her even more strongly than she had expected it to.
She rises up onto her toes causing his hand to slide farther down her body, slipping ever closer to her aching cunt
"What do you plan to do with that hand, Drone? You better keep remind yourself who's in charge," she says quietly, though her tone betrays her excitement. She firmly refuses to turn to look at him, keeping her gaze focused on her phone.
I move my hand left to right across her abdomen just inches away from her aching clit, massaging across her womb teasingly
"I just didn't think it is fair... you working so hard to force me to cum, and not having any satisfaction yourself." I speak say beside her ear.
I release my other hand from her hip and slide it up over her chest to playfully begin rubbing her breasts
"Please.... Shelly... Let me give you some release." I put my best obedient supplication into my tone.
Shelly growls in response, her whole body tensing. It was true; she hadn't ever been touched like that by hands other than her own. But also part of her loved this power trip, unwilling to relinquish any form of control. She smoothly slides her hands over my arms, up and down their lengths enjoying the feel of my flesh under her fingers, then turning suddenly, Shelly grabs my wrists and drawing them free from my body, and above our heads. "No more talking, Drone. Show me what you have learned. I'll allow you this opportunity. Do not disappoint me." She commands, stepping closer to me. I can feel her heat pressed against lap, resting against my flaccid cock with a dripping heat, seeming eager for penetration.
- She guides my hands lower, placing them on her ass and holding them there. She lowers her shoulders and bends at the waist slightly, forcing her hips backward.
"Fingerfuck me, Drone," she orders, arching her back invitingly and looking up to catch my eyes.
"Yes," I concede the lead to her, and relax as she slides one hand over her hip and firmly places my fingers over her sex.
She keeps her fingers over mine as she begins to press them into herself. She bites her lip as rough skin of my finger tips rides roughly over her aching folds.
"Yesssss...." She gasps, breathing out sharply at how intense the sensation is. She holds my eyes stead as I slowly begin to make a circular motion with my fingertips, my pace outdistancing her awkward masturbation by proxy.
I cock my wrist and expand the range of my circle, applying more force upward into her and each rotation causes a quiet pop of her hole parting open to barely echo into the room
"This isn't finger fucking, Mistress." I inform her, leaning forward to apply more strength with my hand.
Shelly's eyes begin to flutter and she lets out an incoherent grunt as she struggles to keep my eyes locked. The sensation of half her body weight being pressed down into my hand is powerfully intoxicating and she is having trouble remaining congnizent of my actions
"Fingerfucking... requires... penetration.." I inform her as I gauge she's near her peak, and thrust a finger into her from behind. It sinks deep, sliding in easily through her soaking entrance.
Shelly lets out a deep moan of pleasure and begins to shake uncontrollably, the swift pistoning of the foreign digit inside of her cunt being painfully intense and pushing her into climax against her will.*
Shelly's entire world collapses into the sensation, the invasion of my finger driving her wild. She whimpers and writhes, bucking her hips back against me helplessly. "Oh god yes! More..." she begs, silently, only being able to groan as she tries to speak the words unable to stop herself. I sink another finger into her tight channel, stretching her further, reaching deeper into her core. Shelly cries out, losing track of reality as I claim her body. The invasion is far beyond what she is able to withstand and I can feel her flesh distended and painful as it slides over my knuckles. "And penetration requires a degree of submission." I smirk down at her watching her face grow slack and eyes distant. Her walls pulse around my digits, milking me desperately.
Her posture collapses as I feel her hands clamp around the wrist of my arm under her belly. Her weight fully settles into that arm which I am able to hold easily, and she shudders hard. I don't take it lightly, pumping my fingers continually as she climaxes, forcing a low moan of pain out of her chest as she exhales sharply. I pump deeper, feeling her expand around my digits, and fluid gushes out of her, and flows freely down her leg. "S-Stop Drone. E-Enough," She manages to force out, scrunching her face down into concentration, pushing against the ecstasy flooding her brain.
She shoves against my chest hard, freeing herself from my ministering fingers and allowing a trail of cream to stream free from my finger tips and patter to the floor of the office.
"As you wish, Mistress," I smirk raising my fingers to my lips. She pants heavily watching my motions as I clean her lust made manifest from my fingers with my tongue. "Was that enough for you?.... Even though you didn't get to record it, this time." I tease her, enjoying how she tastes on my hand.
I remember the powerful convulsions from within her body and imagine how good it would feel around my cock.
Shelly stumbles, and places both hands onto the table to steady herself visibly swaying still with the aftereffects of my contact.
She gives a wince, feeling how brutally my fingers forced her hole to stretch. The pain is sharp... but swiftly blurs into an ache throbbing like arousal
"D-don't talk back, Drone," she warns, recovering her anger quickly. "We-We're done here. Now. leave. Don't think you've had the better of me." She glares at me still leaning against the table, unable to straighten fully, struggling to regain composure. Her heart races and her sex thrums with desire, yearning for completion. The burning sensation from my unexpected and unbidden penetration triggering an unexpected hunger in her. She clears her throat , ignoring the way her body craves more attention. "Just go, Drone." She gestures to the office door.
I raise an eyebrow
"You've locked the office, Ma'am. I cannot leave.... surely my fingers weren't enough for you? You're ready for the real thing now. Come on, Just tell me you want it Shelly." I taunt her reaching down to slowly begin stroking myself.
Shelly locks eyes onto my hand, following it's motion.
She remains silent watching as I slowly begin to harden again.
She swallow thickly as I reach full length again
"N-no. Not today. I... I have somewhere to be later. Later tonight. Daddy is waiting for me at home." She turns her hips towards her discarded suit coat, reaching down while supporting her body on the table trying not to fall.
"Oh no. I think not. You've been bullying me long enough. And anyway, MISTRESS, I know you want this." I slowly spin out my words as I stand and move behind Shelly. She glances back her features a mixture of lust, confusion, and fear. Her eyes shoot downward behind her as she watches me rise to full height pumping my now fully erect cock. "W-what are you doing, Drone? I said get-" She cuts off sharply with an abbreviated scream as she feels me press my cock against her soaking folds. The scream, once cut off, rips free completely as I grip her hips, and pull her back onto my cock. The groundwork laid by my knuckles mere moments ago bears fruit as I am able to slip myself freely into her tight hole. It stretches dangerously far, but already fully dilated by my finger fucking she does not tear, and is able to accommodate my girth smoothly. I press forward, pulling on her hips at the same time and I sink even deeper. Shelly's normally superior tone grows shrill and panicked "Out, out out. Get it out. Stop it, Sam. Please LET ME GO!" she uses my name in a sign of complete defeat.
Shelly's plea falls on deaf ears as he continues to plunge himself into her, taking advantage of her weakness. His size fills her completely, stretching her and making her cry out in pain. He leans down, pinching her nipple cruelly and twisting it as he starts to pound into her. Each thrust sends shockwaves through her body, making her see stars. She attempts to pry his fingers loose from her hips, but fails miserably. With each movement he adds pressure to her sensitive spots, making her squirm and writhe. "Sam, please," she begs, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Not like this. Anything but this." Her thoughts become jumbled as he continues to use her body without mercy.
"Please. Please No. I-It was just a joke, Sam. A joke! I just wanted to suck a cock. Really. Please stop." She repeats over and over as I thrust harder and harder. After about a minute of thrusts I feel a loosening inside of Shelly, allowing me deeper entry. I press harder, and suddenly my cock sinks all the way in, to full depth. Shelly's words devolve into unintelligent sputters as the cock seems to hit a switch inside of her body. She twitches and flops against the table, cumming HARD. I do not slow my thrusts, however. I lift her now limp body upright and speed up my assault. Shelly begins to gurgle, barely comprehensible, "Stop, just... stop... not... not inside. Please." and her complete loss of superiority is enough to push me to climax again. This time I push her full force down onto my length, our hips colliding with a fat CRACK of sound, and I feel my balls contracting. Powerful throbs of seed pour forth from my cock, uncoiling rope after rope inside of Shelly, each hot splash felt distinctly by her. Her eyes roll back in her head as the new heat inside of her submerges her consciousness into utter submission and she allows herself to cum to the idea of being claimed like this. Losing her virginity in such an embarrassing way somehow is more intense than she can understand.
As I finish, I let her collapse onto the table, spent and panting. My semen filling her, overflowing her cervix. Her legs tremble and quiver, unable to support her. "Get up," I command, slapping her ass hard. She raises a hand to obey, attempting to stand before falling back to the table. I grab her hips and yank her upwards, dragging her along the surface until she stands. "Clean it up," I order, pointing to the mess beneath us. She looks down, seeing the evidence of our encounter and flushes deeply. Her legs are soaked with semen, and her own sex juices as they flowed onto the ground. Her skirt is ruined, spattered in cum and stickiness. Slowly, she moves to gather a handful of tissues from the box on the desk. She goes down onto her knees and uses several such handfuls to fully mop up the puddle in the carpet. I watch feeling a surge of authority and domination standing over her. I openly grin as the last of my seed drips from the head of my semi flaccid cock onto the floor. She shoots me a meek look and crawls over to mop it up. Then stuffing the evidence into the wastebin she scrambles to gather her things, avoiding eye contact and wobbling the entire time. "Don't forget your phone," I remind her, knowing she won't dare disobey. She snatches it up, her cum smeared fingers leaving marks on the glass. "Good girl," I praise, her, and she gives me a smile before she can realize what she's doing.
Wanting to see how far I can push things, as Shelly straightens with her jacket and phone in her hands, I issue a terse order. "Come." She look around dazed but walks towards me. I reach out and tilt her head up. Leaning down I begin to kiss the stunned girl, my tongue pressing into her mouth. I grin to myself as I feel her own tongue responding, and her breath grows short and needy. I slide my hand down her stomach, and press her skirt against her raw and sore cunt as I pull back from the kiss. "This is mine now, Shelly. Understand?" I let a hint of a threat peak through my in my tone and meet her eyes.
Shelly nods mutely, eyes wide and glazed. She doesn't fight him as he leads her from the room, her mind reeling from the events. Shelly holds her folded suit coat in front of herself to block view of the semen spattered all over her legs and skirt, and we walk together, hand in hand, past the secretary who stifles a gasp when she sees them. Outside, Shelly hails a cab and gets in, sitting next to him. She's numb, unsure where to put her hands or what to say. Finally, she asks quietly, "What happens now?"
The cabbie looks in the rear view mirror and raises an eyebrow at the 12 year old girl and older man in the cab, but shrugs and says nothing. Shelly looks around the cab, silently terrified, but submissive now. "Call your Dad, Shelly. Tell him you're going to be spending the night with a friend of yours. One you know isn't going to rat you out." I rest my hand on her thigh, enjoying the feeling of the semen staining it. Proof of my ownership.
Nodding, she takes out her phone and calls her father. Tears welling in her eyes, she tells him she needs some 'girl time'. He sounds hesitant, but agrees finally. They arrive at a hotel, paying the driver and entering the elevator. Once alone, he guides her to their room. Inside, he pushes her onto the bed roughly, hissing orders and commands mixing with affectionate touches. She obeys, her body moving robotically, wanting release from the fog of what happened earlier. He strips her nude, spreading her legs and beginning to work her freshly violated hole. Fingers first, then his cock, stretching her wider and deeper. He makes her come, moaning and begging, before shooting inside of her again. Every orgasm brings her closer to breaking point, every thrust bringing her lower. At some point during the evening Shelly comes to realize she doesn't him to stop anymore. The intensity of his contact, the sureness in his manner, the control he is exerting resonates with something inside of her.
Exhausted I collapse onto the mattress besides Shelly, having cum inside of her for the 5th time since we reached the hotel. I feel my still hard cock pop free from her hole releasing a steady stream of cum from within her. I lay gasping and panting and Shelly rolls onto her side looking over at me. She smiles with a dazed affectionate expression and scooches close, and snuggles into my chest. "Thank you, Sir." She coos at me. I pull the girl close and swiftly pass out.
In the morning, Sam awakens to find Shelly curled against him, hair tousled and makeup running. Smiling softly, she whispers, "Morning, love." Kissing his neck, she slips from the bed and heads to the bathroom. When she returns, she has dressed and packed everything away neatly. Looking at him, she asks if he wants breakfast brought up. He declines, saying he must return to school soon. She leaves, promising to text him later. Walking down the hall, she feels oddly satisfied and content. Back at home, she finds her father questioning why she missed dinner. Breezily telling him she went to sleepover, she skips to her room, locking the door behind her. Curling into bed, she thinks of Sam, wondering when she will see him again.
In the morning, Sam awakens to find Shelly curled against him, hair tousled and makeup running. Smiling softly, she whispers, "Morning, Drone." Kissing his neck, she slips from the bed and heads to the bathroom. As she walks Sam half expects to see her leaving a trail of cum leaking down her leg.
Did I really fuck my boss' daughter like that last night?
He ponders, head whirling with confusion and lust. When she returns, she has dressed once again in her suit coat and neatly matching grey skirt. Both look as though they've been ironed and pressed, and not a strand of hair is out of place on her head. "Last night was... incredible, Sam." She says, a sheen of excitement painting her features as she bends down to slip on her heels. "Now I have to head back home, and reinforce my excuse to Daddy from yesterday. You, don't miss work. We can't afford to have anyone thing something is out of place." She then picks up her little suitcase and walks to the door.
Once there Shelly turns and looks over her shoulder, one hand on the knob. "I"ll be expecting... more... out of you in the future. Don't disappoint me." She lets the threat linger and then leaves. I sit up in on the bed, amidst the tangle of sheets and blankets, reeking of sex and bodily fluids. I glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand realizing I only have just over an hour to get ready. I dive out of the bed, and hastily climb into the shower. As I cross the threshold into the hotel bathroom I glance at my back, and notice the bright red scratches Shelly left there during our tryst the night before.
What am I going to do about her?
I think unable to decide as I drop my boxers and climb into the shower stall. A quick scrub, and shave of my face and balls and pubic area I towel off still undecided. Dressing swiftly, there is no helping the wrinkled pants and coat, I head out, dropping the room key into the anonymous drop box on the side of the rental office. These sorts of places are favorites of prostitutes and johns, as they don't ask questions, and allow a unobserved escape. I wonder just how Shelly is going to get home but shrug it off as I and text a ride service to take me to the office.
Shelly arrives home, greeting her Father with a forced cheer. He studies her closely, eyes brushing over her neatly pressed suit and skirt. Nothing seems out of the ordinary he decides, and straightens his newspaper, asking if everything is alright. She laughs lightly, saying yes, she stayed late studying and missed dinner. He accepts her story easily, as it lines up with the call from last night. Shelly walks over to Mr. Douglas and he leans over kissing her forehead and returns to his coffee and paper. Shelly retreats to her room, locking the door behind her. With a huge sigh, her calm front collapsing, she collapses onto the bed, reliving the experience with Sam. She swiftly unzips her skirt and flings it aside with shaking hands. She arcs her hips up into the air, spreading her legs apart and pants heavily, her fingers finding themselves between her legs, remembering the feel of him sliding in and out of her. Moaning softly, she rubs her clit, as visions of the quiet docile office worker becoming masterful and commanding. Her arm speeds up, rubbing faster and faster, as she remembers how he pushed past her weak refusals and forced her to experience something she had decided she wasn't ready for yet. She cums quickly as she remembers her deflowering. She knows she wants more, but also knows better than to act too soon.
Shelly rises from her bed, feeling the ache her lust buried rise back up. She winces as she rolls off the mattress. Standing she swiftly strips off the juice soiled panties and tosses them into the hamper by the wall, and opens her dresser to extract a new set. She smiles to herself as she picks a pair from the very back corner, a silky black pair especially thin and narrow. As she settles them over her hips she grins at the thought that they don't even fully cover her lips. She tugs them up tighter, feeling them as they slip into her folds, and giggles at the thought of Sam seeing them on her.
His eyes would BULGE
She bites her lip with pleasure as the silky fabric sends a surge of pain through her abdomen as they rub against her newly stretched and abused pussy.
I can't wait... I wonder how much teasing it's going to take to get him to snap like that again?
Sighing, she unbuttons her suit coat and tosses it over onto her matching skirt and pulls out a more casual set of clothing. Settling into a seat nearby she pulls out her phone and begins scrolling her favorite media site. She picks her normal tags, diving deeper and deeper into Adult content, and smut. Her eyes glaze over as she watches post after post of Older men ravaging the bodies of younger girls. In her mind's eye each older man has Sam's face, and each girl is herself. Try as she might she can't quite reignite her libido, and after half an hour of scrolling she calls up her best friend, the one who she used as an excuse last night.
"Hello?" Alana answers groggily, clearly woken from sleep. "Alana, hi, umm.. sorry to bother you. I need you to back me up. I told Papa that I was at your place last night." She asks, voice quick and confident. There is silence on the other end, "Uh... yeah sure? I mean this is just like always, but what did you get up to?" "Nothing!" She cuts her off, sudden heat cutting through her controlled tone. "Nothing happened last night, ok?" A dead beat of silence awaits her, and Shelly knows she fumbled badly. "Uh-huh. And exactly who did this 'nothing' happen with?" Shelly feels herself blushing, controlled tone slipping. "N-Nobody." She replies nonchalantly. Alana's voice returns laden with implication. "Nobody, like that guy from your Dad's Office?" Shelly feels her voice drying up, and she struggles to respond. Too late, too much time has passed and Chloe lets out a snorting laugh. "Oh my! What did you do to him? The poor thing must have been like a deer caught in the headlights!"
"Shut up!" Shelly shoots back. "I uh... I kinda trapped him in an empty office. And I sucked his cock." She admits blushing furiously. "I'll bet you didn't give him much choice did you?" Her friend returns, now wide awake. "How was it? I know we shared vids about it and stuff. It looks like it's not easy." The genuine enthusiasm on the other side of the phone does a lot to relax Shelly and she finds herself starting to boast. "It wasn't easy... but only cause his dick was so BIG! I couldn't even hold it in one hand. But, Alana, it tasted so fucking good. And the sounds he made while I was going at it. I got so wet." The story of the first time she bullied Sam into preforming for her comes bubbling out, as her friend expertly cajoles and guides her along. "And then he put a finger in. It was so tight! Guys hands are way too big. But... it felt really good." She trails off. "And...?" her friend prompts and despite her shame Shelly gets caught up in the thrill of admission. "I came SO hard. Like it felt like a lightning bolt." Shelly shifts her thighs against each other, feeling the silky fabric pressed tightly against her slit. It feels good, but still she can't quite get excited. "fuuuuuuck. You're so lucky, Shelly. So that's what you need me to cover for?" Alana responds her breath sounding short and gasping. This time Shelly doesn't miss a beat and swiftly agrees. "Yeah, I can't let Dad know I'm fooling around with one of his employees. He doesn't suspect a thing right now." She trails off, and in the silence she can hear the wet sounds of rubbing. "So... uh... Alana?" She asks into the silence, and a few more seconds pass before a suppressed groan comes through. "uh, yeah. yeah. Fuck. What is it Shelly?" Alana sputters gasping and sweaty. "I can count on you for this, right?" Shelly asks. "Of course, bestie. But you HAVE to tell me if you do anything more." She agrees and ends the call, half ashamed she didn't admit EVERYTHING, but happy Dad won't find out.
Shelly hangs up, heart racing from both confession and mutual enjoyment. She swipes away from her messages and checks the clock. Time enough to get cleaned up and presentable. She grabs a tissue and surreptitiously wipes away any juices she might have leaked during the chat. Tossing them into the waste bin Shelly heads downstairs into the kitchen. Her thoughts drift to Sam, wondering how long until she will see him again. But she buries them and sets about making breakfast. "You want some, Dad?!" She calls as she pulls out the eggs from the fridge. "No dear, I already ate. In fact..." He replies, pausing to check his watch. "I should probably head into The Office. Lord knows if I don't crack the whip, everyone there is going to waste the entire day." Shelly aches to intervene on Sam's behalf but just wishes him well and sets about making some food.