his best,
huh? “You realize I can’t move on with my part of this project until you get me
those reports, right?” I stomped into the hall and immediately regretted it. My
cunt was so damn sore from last night, not to mention from the remote control operated
vibrating dildo they’d put inside me before I left this morning, the last thing
I needed to do was stomp around.
“Give it a rest,
Marina.” Dustin slid in beside me in the hall, taking up my pace as I walked
back to my office. “You really need to stop trying to control everything.”
“Get off it,” I
said in as snotty a voice as I could manage with him so close to me, and with
the memory of all the things he and Alex had done to me still so fresh in my
mind.
“Get off it?” He
put an arm around my waist and tugged me into a supply room, then shut and
locked the door, keeping one hand in his pocket. “Or get you off?”
And that’s when
the vibe went to work again. Dustin lifted my skirt and lowered his pants, then
shoved me back against the wall to grind against me again. When I started
shaking with another climax, he spread my thighs and wrapped them around his
waist, altering the angle of the vibe and pressing it deeper with each movement
he made.
My head lolled
back and hit the wall, and I bit down on my lower lip to keep from crying out
and alerting the whole freaking office. When the orgasm dropped off, Dustin
dropped me to my knees, then dropped his load in my mouth. I barely opened in
time to catch his cum, but I had to. Because he would come, and it would be all over me, and then everyone in the building would know what a slut I was.
This had already
happened four times today. The supply room tryst, not him coming all over me.
Anyway, it had been something Alex asked me to do when I was leaving the house
this morning, not that I really felt like I had much choice after all that had
happened, and so I knew what to expect. Thank god it was almost five o’clock. I
didn’t know how much more of this I could take.
The scary thing
is, I was starting to actually like the taste of cum. I definitely liked the
feel of a cock spurting into my mouth. It didn’t even matter to me that this
was Dustin, one of my coworkers, and not Alex.
I was one sick,
twisted puppy.
Dustin pulled
back and pulled his pants up. “Alex sent you a text with instructions. Follow
them to the letter.”
Then he opened
the door and walked out, leaving me on the floor with my skirt up around my
waist and a vibrator buzzing my pussy into next week.
I took my time
situating myself and then went back to my office. When I got there, I pulled up
the text messages on my phone.
When you
leave work, a van marked Bradford’s Bond Services will be waiting at the curb
at exactly five. Go to the back of the van, open the door, get inside, and
close the door. Then do everything you’re told.
Don’t be
late.
Everything in me
wanted to Google Bradford’s Bond Services and see what the heck that was about,
but there wasn’t time. Not unless I would be late…which, considering Alex had
specifically told me not to be late didn’t seem like the best idea. I
just had time to shut down my computer for the weekend, grab my purse, and head
out the door.
Just my luck,
Dustin was on his way out at the same time. “You got it?”
“I got it.”
We stepped onto
the same elevator, which was crowded with others from several floors above us,
and made our way down to the lobby.
When I got off
the elevator, I could see the van through the glass windows. That was when my
pulse kicked into overdrive. It had no windows other than at the very front…no
way to see what was on the inside. The markings on the van told me nothing
about what the company did. It was as plain and obscure as it could possibly be,
a white van with black block letters.
I went down the
steps with Dustin right on my tail. I could only hazard a guess that he was
making sure I did what I was told.
As I moved
around to
huh? “You realize I can’t move on with my part of this project until you get me
those reports, right?” I stomped into the hall and immediately regretted it. My
cunt was so damn sore from last night, not to mention from the remote control operated
vibrating dildo they’d put inside me before I left this morning, the last thing
I needed to do was stomp around.
“Give it a rest,
Marina.” Dustin slid in beside me in the hall, taking up my pace as I walked
back to my office. “You really need to stop trying to control everything.”
“Get off it,” I
said in as snotty a voice as I could manage with him so close to me, and with
the memory of all the things he and Alex had done to me still so fresh in my
mind.
“Get off it?” He
put an arm around my waist and tugged me into a supply room, then shut and
locked the door, keeping one hand in his pocket. “Or get you off?”
And that’s when
the vibe went to work again. Dustin lifted my skirt and lowered his pants, then
shoved me back against the wall to grind against me again. When I started
shaking with another climax, he spread my thighs and wrapped them around his
waist, altering the angle of the vibe and pressing it deeper with each movement
he made.
My head lolled
back and hit the wall, and I bit down on my lower lip to keep from crying out
and alerting the whole freaking office. When the orgasm dropped off, Dustin
dropped me to my knees, then dropped his load in my mouth. I barely opened in
time to catch his cum, but I had to. Because he would come, and it would be all over me, and then everyone in the building would know what a slut I was.
This had already
happened four times today. The supply room tryst, not him coming all over me.
Anyway, it had been something Alex asked me to do when I was leaving the house
this morning, not that I really felt like I had much choice after all that had
happened, and so I knew what to expect. Thank god it was almost five o’clock. I
didn’t know how much more of this I could take.
The scary thing
is, I was starting to actually like the taste of cum. I definitely liked the
feel of a cock spurting into my mouth. It didn’t even matter to me that this
was Dustin, one of my coworkers, and not Alex.
I was one sick,
twisted puppy.
Dustin pulled
back and pulled his pants up. “Alex sent you a text with instructions. Follow
them to the letter.”
Then he opened
the door and walked out, leaving me on the floor with my skirt up around my
waist and a vibrator buzzing my pussy into next week.
I took my time
situating myself and then went back to my office. When I got there, I pulled up
the text messages on my phone.
When you
leave work, a van marked Bradford’s Bond Services will be waiting at the curb
at exactly five. Go to the back of the van, open the door, get inside, and
close the door. Then do everything you’re told.
Don’t be
late.
Everything in me
wanted to Google Bradford’s Bond Services and see what the heck that was about,
but there wasn’t time. Not unless I would be late…which, considering Alex had
specifically told me not to be late didn’t seem like the best idea. I
just had time to shut down my computer for the weekend, grab my purse, and head
out the door.
Just my luck,
Dustin was on his way out at the same time. “You got it?”
“I got it.”
We stepped onto
the same elevator, which was crowded with others from several floors above us,
and made our way down to the lobby.
When I got off
the elevator, I could see the van through the glass windows. That was when my
pulse kicked into overdrive. It had no windows other than at the very front…no
way to see what was on the inside. The markings on the van told me nothing
about what the company did. It was as plain and obscure as it could possibly be,
a white van with black block letters.
I went down the
steps with Dustin right on my tail. I could only hazard a guess that he was
making sure I did what I was told.
As I moved
around to
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