Secret Pet
Our grunts sink up. Both of us exhaling on each of the thrusts of my hips. As my cock swells further, I hardly fit inside of her, pushing her pussy walls to their limits. Her lower lips pull and resist every one of my movements. They tease and milk my shaft for the seed she knows I am going to spill into her.
I increase the speed of our fucking. Mandy’s juices drip off my dick and down onto the chair. She is breathing like she is running a sprint. The top row of her teeth still bites into her lower lip. Her eyes are closed; her face strained, tense from her oncoming orgasm.
“I can’t hold back,” she moans. “You’re too good. I’m going to cum, sir.”
I need my release just as much as she does, so I command her to let go. Her pussy tenses and quivers until it tightens and releases into a twitching mess. Her juices cover me in a wave, making her super wet, slick, and warm. It’s too much.
I spill into her with a force that rocks me to my core. My head spins as the whole world sinks down into the feeling in my cock. My cum coats her pussy, dripping around my pumping shaft, covering her thighs and making our bodies slicker. But I can’t stop. I thrust harder, holding her still until I use her again and unload once more. When I pull away, her eyes are big. They lock onto my face, showing me her delight in being filled by my seed.
Alone, in reality, I spend myself in my hand. I find some tissues to clean up and take a deep breath. I need to move up the timeline of my plan. My release will have to come sooner than I originally intended. My dick needs my pet badly.
Chapter Seven
Mandy
Thoughts of Christian and our basement encounter kept me up for most of the night. Plus, as predicted, Pumpkin threw a fit about me closing the guest room door. Between her yowling and the old scratchy sheets, sleep was pretty elusive anyway. But it was the fantasy that really kept my mind rolling.
All night, all I could imagine or wonder about was how to handle Christian. Should I go through with helping him? What if he wants to have sex? Should I? He’s so hot that I want to, but I don’t want any feelings to form. Maybe that is okay? This is just a sexual thing, right? He’ll probably take me a few times then get bored and move on. That would be fine with me. In fact, a fling would do me good.
Plus, it’s not like I have a choice, right? He has the tape of me, so I should do whatever he wants — even if it is very dirty. That’s the thought that stays with me on the bus in the morning, and I feel a bit at peace. I really don’t have a choice here. So, I should relax and try to enjoy whatever happens. I just hope it happens quickly.
When I arrive at nine AM, I’m disappointed. Everything seems normal. So, I set my bag with extra clothing into the big drawer in my desk, try to get a certain set of sky-blue eyes out of my mind, and get to work — on my usual boring work. I don’t even have Eileen to distract me.
An endless stream of numbers marches across my computer screen as I add up receipts and look over expenses. Time is passing by super slowly and my body’s starting to ache. It’s still on my old sexual schedule. My pussy wants my morning orgasm. It doesn’t know that the basement is now occupied. The loss of my private, secret time is making me feel a little crazy.
I’m just about to head to the bathroom and make do, when a flash at the bottom of my computer screen catches my eye. There is a little yellow light by the watercooler app’s icon. Usually, I try to stay off the app. It’s mainly used to spread rumors, but if you don’t check it once a day, you never have any idea of what is going on around here. McKenzie Tech is a big place.
Who would be messaging me? Eileen is out. Reese, if she is in the building, would usually come to visit my desk to have a laugh. Sloane tends to be too formal for Watercooler. If she wants to see me in her office, she will email. And the rare times she wants to act like my friend, she still emails.
Curiosity getting the best of me, I move my mouse over and click the app open. I have a private message from someone with the screenname of Master. Most of the accounts on Watercooler were created using our real names, but some people make up new names just for fun or so they can spread rumors. I’m not really down for all that, so typically, I’m MandyB. I don’t even have to guess who Master is; it’s obviously Christian. Part of me wants to roll my eyes, but the sex-deprived part of me is amused.