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“I have you on tape,” the hot man informs me. It feels like a punch to the gut, and I hiss in a breath. He grins. “I liked the show you were putting on. What I was going to say, is that I suggest you continue.”
“What?!” My voice sounds high and screechy even to me.
The man shrugs. “Unless you want me to post the tape on Watercooler or show Kane what his employees do while they are on the clock—” He paused to look at his watch — “I’m mean, damn girl, it’s only nine-thirty. There is no way you are on lunch break.”
I look up at him dumbfounded. It’s true. I haven’t clocked out. I never have, not for my secret time. I know it is wrong, but I just can’t stop. I mean, it’s kind of like a smoke break, right?!
He inches closer to me. His body is in line with my feet now. “Give me a show,” he orders with a growl and from the tone in his voice, I know he means it as an order. There is something about that order that makes my whole body feel weak and on fire at the same time. It’s like his voice is resonating over my spine and making my hips twitch.
“Yes, sir.” It comes out as a whisper, and I am floored when I say it. I have no idea who this guy is. He couldn’t work here in that attire. He’s too scruffy, too casual, too hot.
He gives me a grin that lights up his face.
My lips part just slightly in a single pant. I know that my nipples are hard under my clothing. My pussy, still filled with the vibrator, is wetter than ever. This is a crazy encounter. This dude is probably a serial killer roaming unnoticed around my work, and I’m down here alone in the basement creaming for him.
What the hell? I think. You only live once.
I open my legs again, bringing my knees up. The man steps back and looks over my bare pussy. I’m shaking. My hand twitches as I try to reach down and turn the vibrator on. It’s shaking bad. Noticeably bad.
“Here, let me help you,” he says, reaching for the vibrator himself.
He flicks it on with one tap. The thing bursts to life, shaking my core and immediately bringing a moan to my lips. I close my eyes and put my head back down on the table. Maybe I could pretend I’m alone.
“Look at me,” he orders.
Maybe not.
I open my eyes and drop my face to the side. The wood of the table is cool on my cheek. His lustful eyes are glued to my face. His arm is still between my legs, and I realize that he has a hold of the hilt of the vibrator. He pushes it up into me further. I gasp, which brings another smile to his face. He pulls it out and then thrusts it in deep again. I wince in pleasurable pain. The thing is long and is hitting hard into my cervix.
“How many modes?” he mumbles.
“Twenty-five,” I pant. My toes are starting to curl.
“Oh. Excellent!”
He taps a button. The vibrations change from a steady rhythm to a hurried zip followed by a pause. My pussy is feeling overloaded with the sensations, and my mind is filled with the craziness of the circumstances. Somehow this is the sexiest situation I have ever been in. Things like this just don’t happen. Not normally.
He taps the button again. The vibrator starts a whirling motion. It slams into my pussy walls like a spinning dick. I had no idea it could even do that.
“Oh God,” I whine. My whole body is beginning to feel good. It’s pleasantly tight, curling, and tensing for the orgasm that is coming.
The stranger’s second hand slides onto my stomach like he is trying to feel the vibrations in my pussy. He smiles to himself and then inches his touch up my torso. His hand glides over the mounds of my breasts heavily. For a second, he squeezes tightly, then his fingers find the buttons of my blouse, and he works them open one-handed. The buttons pop loose, and the fabric slips away from my bra exposing the tops of my breasts.
His face is filled with desire now. Under his guidance, the vibrator fucks me fast and hard. Its vibration setting keeps switching up, sending new sensations into my pussy walls, and making me twitch. His other hand brushes my skin. It slides into my bra and finds my pert nipple. Pinching it roughly, he sends an electric shock through my torso.
It’s too much. It’s all too much. The situation, the handsome face and tense body of this stranger that is pushing my limits in a type of sex play I have never dealt with before. Plus, I know he is taping the whole thing. It turns me on and worries me all at the same time.
