Below Deck - Love Under Lockdown

Going back around, I assumed for another go in my pussy, he surprised me a bit by starting to gently stroke my ass. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. The trembling was low but delicious. I was aware of the idea of anal sex but had never really considered it. Not consciously anyway. Some part of me was clearly still at least a bit curious.

Pressing the lovely head of his cock against my asshole like he had done with my pussy a few minutes before, he worked his way in, tenderly stroking the small of my back to help me relax as he did so.

Moving his hands lightly to my hips to hold me still, he started to move. He gently pumped his beautiful cock in my tight, virgin asshole. It was intense but never to the point of actual pain.

The gentle ass fucking only felt better as I continued to relax and stretch, giving him more room to move. Eventually, Max was pounding me, slamming his beautiful cock deep inside me. My body was wracked with the most exquisite pleasure, as Max unleashed his mighty load. He filled me up with his seed.

I glanced at my watch. Noon. Looking around to see if anyone was paying attention, I got up and walked as casually as I could to the single-occupancy bathroom.

Chapter Six – Carrie

It was a roller coaster. No sooner than Max announcing the competition did everyone go mad. They were off and running like horses who had been firmly spurred. The looks of stony concentration were somewhat new for all of them.

The only exception to this new grim reality was Thomas, who seemed to be treating the whole to do as just another day at the office.

It wasn’t really surprising. He had been at it for years and probably wasn’t surprised by much anymore. I didn’t know for sure if he would be one of the winners but was quietly pulling for him without actually going so far as to try and influence Max his way.

I was determined that the contest be as fair as possible, which should actually be pretty easy. While there was certainly an element of human frailty. Most of the decision was going to be made based on sales figures, facts that were at least quantifiable without being immutable.

There was a degree of politicking of course. Tricks varying from shady to dirty were being pulled in all directions. It was interesting how people could change when competing for something they all wanted.

Again, Thomas was the exception. He would see what was going on, nothing much getting past him, but never participated.

He usually just shook his head in sadness at the younger generation. It brought to mind the idea that the best person to choose for a leadership position was the person who didn’t overtly want it. They were more likely to see it as a duty rather than a right. I couldn’t help to think that the same applied to rewards.

As if to answer in the affirmative, Lauren was even more of a bitch than usual. Not only did she spread rumors, but she also resorted to mind games and sabotage to try to get the upper hand. Thomas was the only one not rising to her provocations. If anything, he seemed to find the whole thing funny, at least in an absurdist sense.

The morning had come. The dust had settled, the tears had dried, and winners had been chosen. I was made aware of the results by an early morning text from Max. Even though I wasn’t in the competition, I was already going on the trip without having to suffer through all the fire and rain.

I had caught up on my agent work and, according to Max, the announcement wouldn’t be until later, so I could take my time getting in. That was actually how he put it, strongly implying that he knew full well about my tardiness, whether Lauren had told him or not. What was more, he didn’t seem to care.

He had never mentioned it before and while it was difficult to convey nuance through text, he seemed to think this was a good thing. He essentially gave me permission to sleep in. It was more care than I ever dared hope he might have for me.

It could have been concerned for me as a co-worker, sure. I wouldn’t be very effective or useful if I was fatigued, but I wanted to believe it was because he actually liked me. Possibly as much as I liked him.

It was like a cloud had been lifted. The sun seemed brighter, the traffic seemed lighter, even the coffee in the machine at the office tasted better. A transformation on par with water into wine.

“Big day, huh?” Lauren asked rhetorically.

“Indeed, it is,” my mood was still bright.