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My balls pull up towards my shaft, tensing and sending my seed to swell my cock. A deep ache starts to throb. My head swims as I lose control. Putting a hand on either side of her face, I grab her jaw hard, holding it steady as I rock my hips back and forth, fucking her face with all my might.
Her tongue swirls over my balls, drool leaking out of her mouth and down my legs. Our movements are so fast now, she mostly holds her lips open fighting back little chokes and spasms as I repeatedly hit the back of her throat.
I can’t stop. My pet’s mouth feels too good. My dick strains one last time then spurts one load after another. My eyes want to close in bliss, but I keep them open to watch as my seed spills down her chin as I keep thrusting in and out of her full, pink lips. The sight of Mandy, bound and dripping with my cum, drives me to cum again. She drinks it down this time. The movements of her swallows massage my tired cock.
Exhausted and pleased, I step back and fall into my chair, breathing hard. “Oh God,” I pant. “I needed that.”
Mandy grunts slightly, glaring up into my face. “What about me?”
“What about you?”
“Don’t I get to cum?”
I laugh. “You’ll cum when I say. At this point, I think you will have to wait until tomorrow.”
She whines slightly. “You are a tease!”
“Do you want me to make it so that you don’t cum till next week?”
She pulls her lips together, pouting. “No, sir.”
“That’s a good pet.”
Mandy sighs loudly and exaggeratedly. She looks up and down her cum dribbled, bound, and dirty body. “I don’t suppose you have a shower down here?”
“Not at the moment.” I think about it. A shower would be a good idea. “I’ll have one installed. For now, you can go home early. Once I untie you.” I get up, find my jeans and boxers and start getting dressed.
“When will that be?”
I roll my chair back over to my desk, then decide to move it slightly so I can see my laptop’s screen and Mandy kneeling on the floor at the same time.
“I’m not sure, pet. You’re so beautiful right now. I want to keep looking at you for a while.”
Mandy smiles a little, but also, there is worry in her eyes. I figure I’ll let her go in a few hours. Maybe after another blow job.
****
It was a blissful afternoon. Having Mandy bound for my viewing pleasure made the day better. About half an hour in, she revealed that she still had the Bluetooth enabled vibrator in her pussy and that brought about even more fun. By the end of the day, she had cum so many times, her body was shaking, and her legs were slick. As I untied her, kissing the lines that the cable had indented on her skin, she complained about being tortured, but there was no real anger in her voice. I sent her home on wobbly legs and got to work on the next part of my plan.
It takes about two hours to get the connection established between my network and Mandy’s phone. Like most people, she doesn’t have any security software to protect herself, but from what I see on her phone, she doesn’t really need it. Idly, I check for banking software, just to see if I need to put some protection on her phone, but there is none, so that is a relief.
I start by flipping through her pictures. No nudes, sadly. Most of the photos are of an arrogant-looking orange cat, who, given the figurine on her desk, must be Mandy’s pet. I like arrogant cats, they get me.
Next are the obligatory friend pictures. After a few hours of snooping into her life last night, I am aware that Mandy is friends with Kane’s wife, my sister, and another girl from work. Sloane is a bit of an oddball there, but I don’t think their friendship will change my plans — it’s not like Sloane can hate me more. In all the pictures with her friends, Mandy is happy and smiling. Overall, she seems to be a cheerful girl.
Next, I scan through her emails. Most of her work ones are mundane. Her personal email box is mostly empty. The few emails it contains are about family events — plans for reunions and such. It seems that most of her family is in Twin Falls, Idaho, which is great. I hate meeting parents or siblings. I don’t care. Such family functions are just a waste of time that could be used for fucking.
As I flip through her email’s archives, a folder catches my eye. It’s named Jered. My stomach drops slightly as I open the folder and then the emails. They aren’t exactly love letters, more like plans for dates and rendezvous. There are no new ones, and the last one sent dates from two years before, but still, the presence of the file irks me. Obviously, they are no longer an item, so why would she keep the emails?
