Trucken
Constantly confused
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- May 16, 2013
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Miss Smithson slid off David's cock, the juices from their fuck session running down his hard cock like wax down a candle. He looked at her as she was adjusting her dress and pulled her panties back in place. "She's not going to wash up?" He thought it was strange, she would probably smell like sex the entire day, if her employees got a whiff of her they'd know that she had been fucking someone. But maybe she didn't care, maybe it was her way of rubbing her power in their faces, like saying 'yeah I've had sex, what are you going to do about it?' David just hoped that none of them would come to the conclusion that he was the one she had been fucking.
She moved in close to him and uncuffed him, giving him a kiss when he was released. A soft, quick kiss with the tip of their tongues just touching each other and David could feel himself following her when she pulled away from him. It briefly made him wonder how she had been able to get control of him that quickly. "You've been such a good boy finally accepting what you are, my toy." she said with a soft smile which made him smile shyly. "Yes, I... I'll be a good boy. I am your toy."
If his mind had been split in two before it was now split in three. One part that didn't want a part of this. One part that went along with it out of fear, both of being punished by her and being exposed. And one part that knew he had never been fucked so good in his entire life, feeling that being her toy was a fair price to pay if this was the reward. They fought each other for dominance, which made his thoughts a jumbled mess, barely able to think straight.
"Get yourself dressed people will be here soon." He snapped back to reality. "What?" He looked at a clock on the wall. It was almost 8:30, the ones that came in early would be filing in soon. His face went pale and he looked down on himself. He was more or less nude, sitting in her chair, his erect cock covered in the result of their orgasms. If someone saw him like this... "Oh shit!" he exclaimed as he quickly stood up, his dick slapping the edge of her chair, leaving a stain on it. "I... excuse me, miss Smithson!" he said as he pulled up his boxers and pants, running out of her office, his shirt and suitjacket flailing behind him.
He ran straight to the mens room, quickly checking the stalls to make sure noone was in there before removing his clothes and washing himself off as good as he could with water from one of the sinks. He also checked his clothes for stains, removing them with water and a papertowel.
After a few minutes he was as tidy as he could be. He wasn't sure if he smelled or if his mind was just playing tricks on him, but otherwise he looked just like he used to, except for his hollow eyes and the fact that he was having trouble smiling. It looked strained, and he tried making it look natural to no avail. He'd just have to blame it on being tired. He checked his phone and saw that it was a few minutes before nine. He took a deep breath and left the bathroom, heading for his desk to make miss Smithson her morning coffee.
A few hours passed and David was struggling with his work. He was tired and couldn't quite focus, making him constantly double check his work. Which was a good thing, because he found multiple mistakes he had made. He was also nervous about the possibility of Charlotte stopping by her desk, knowing that miss Smithson would punish him if he were too friendly with her. He hadn't seen her yet though, and he was grateful for it.
He also kept glancing at miss Smithson, knowing she was watching over him. He was under her thumb and for some reason it made him hard. Every time he had to leave his desk he would pinch the inside of his thigh to make his erection go away, not wanting to show his co-workers his bulge.
During one of his trips to his co-workers, who constantly commented on how tired he looked, he went to the mens room to splash some cold water in his face, trying to wake himself up. It did help and he gave himself a tired smile in the mirror before leaving the bathroom. That's when he bumped in to Charlotte.
"Oh... Hi, David." Her voice wasn't as cheerful as it usually was and she almost looked sad.
"Ehrm, hi Charlotte." His voice was more uncertain. "Firstly I don't want you talking to any women unless you need too, especially Charlotte." Miss Smithsons first rule rang through his head and he almost ran away.
"You... you didn't show up last night."
"Yeah, I..." David was struggling to find the right words. "I'm sorry about that. I was here quite a while, then I was too tired to go out. I'm sorry, I hope you had fun though." He felt bad, he had completely forgotten about it last night, but it was probably for the best that he didn't go to Randy's after what happened.
"Oh." she said, not showing any real emotion. "Yeah, we had fun." She looked at him shyly when she suddenly got a strange look on her face. "David, what... what's that on your neck?"
"Huh?" She pointed it out for him and he dragged his fingers across it. Whatever it was, it felt sore. He walked closer to a window next to them and looked in the reflection. Just above his collar were red marks. He pulled his collar down with his fingers and quickly pulled it up again. It was a bite mark. He remembered now, miss Smithson bit him earlier.
Trying to stay calm he turned towards her again, giving her a reassuring smile. "Oh, it's just a rash. This shirt is kind of itchy, must've used some weird detergent."
That comment made Charlotte giggle, and she looked at him while nibbling on the nail of her thumb. "David, I... do you, maybe... want to do something tonight?"
David's heart broke. He'd been right, Charlotte did like him. Had the circumstances been different he would've jumped at the opportunity. He felt terrible at what he was about to say.
"Look, Charlotte, I... I'm sorry if I have led you on in any way, but... I actually have a girlfriend." It was the best lie he could come up with.
Charlotte looked stunned. "Oh, I didn't..."
"It's OK, I mean, I never told you, right?" He gave her a shy smile. "And... I should've told you earlier, but I never meant to, you know..." He couldn't find the right words for it, but she understood.
"It's OK." she said, forcing a smile. "I... I hope we can still be friends."
"Of course we can." he said, now having completely forgotten about miss Smithsons first rule and just wanted to let Charlotte down easy when she suddenly hugged him, pressing the side of her face against his chest. David almost panicked, if Gwen found out about this...
He took a quick look around and couldn't see her, so he figured he was in the clear. He put his arms around her, hugging her tightly.
"Why are the good ones always taken?" she said with laughter in her voice.
"I'm not that good." he said while patting her back. "You'll find someone better who deserves you."
They let go and gave each other a smile before going their separate ways. "Well, that went better than expected." he thought to himself as he headed back to his desk.
She moved in close to him and uncuffed him, giving him a kiss when he was released. A soft, quick kiss with the tip of their tongues just touching each other and David could feel himself following her when she pulled away from him. It briefly made him wonder how she had been able to get control of him that quickly. "You've been such a good boy finally accepting what you are, my toy." she said with a soft smile which made him smile shyly. "Yes, I... I'll be a good boy. I am your toy."
If his mind had been split in two before it was now split in three. One part that didn't want a part of this. One part that went along with it out of fear, both of being punished by her and being exposed. And one part that knew he had never been fucked so good in his entire life, feeling that being her toy was a fair price to pay if this was the reward. They fought each other for dominance, which made his thoughts a jumbled mess, barely able to think straight.
"Get yourself dressed people will be here soon." He snapped back to reality. "What?" He looked at a clock on the wall. It was almost 8:30, the ones that came in early would be filing in soon. His face went pale and he looked down on himself. He was more or less nude, sitting in her chair, his erect cock covered in the result of their orgasms. If someone saw him like this... "Oh shit!" he exclaimed as he quickly stood up, his dick slapping the edge of her chair, leaving a stain on it. "I... excuse me, miss Smithson!" he said as he pulled up his boxers and pants, running out of her office, his shirt and suitjacket flailing behind him.
He ran straight to the mens room, quickly checking the stalls to make sure noone was in there before removing his clothes and washing himself off as good as he could with water from one of the sinks. He also checked his clothes for stains, removing them with water and a papertowel.
After a few minutes he was as tidy as he could be. He wasn't sure if he smelled or if his mind was just playing tricks on him, but otherwise he looked just like he used to, except for his hollow eyes and the fact that he was having trouble smiling. It looked strained, and he tried making it look natural to no avail. He'd just have to blame it on being tired. He checked his phone and saw that it was a few minutes before nine. He took a deep breath and left the bathroom, heading for his desk to make miss Smithson her morning coffee.
A few hours passed and David was struggling with his work. He was tired and couldn't quite focus, making him constantly double check his work. Which was a good thing, because he found multiple mistakes he had made. He was also nervous about the possibility of Charlotte stopping by her desk, knowing that miss Smithson would punish him if he were too friendly with her. He hadn't seen her yet though, and he was grateful for it.
He also kept glancing at miss Smithson, knowing she was watching over him. He was under her thumb and for some reason it made him hard. Every time he had to leave his desk he would pinch the inside of his thigh to make his erection go away, not wanting to show his co-workers his bulge.
During one of his trips to his co-workers, who constantly commented on how tired he looked, he went to the mens room to splash some cold water in his face, trying to wake himself up. It did help and he gave himself a tired smile in the mirror before leaving the bathroom. That's when he bumped in to Charlotte.
"Oh... Hi, David." Her voice wasn't as cheerful as it usually was and she almost looked sad.
"Ehrm, hi Charlotte." His voice was more uncertain. "Firstly I don't want you talking to any women unless you need too, especially Charlotte." Miss Smithsons first rule rang through his head and he almost ran away.
"You... you didn't show up last night."
"Yeah, I..." David was struggling to find the right words. "I'm sorry about that. I was here quite a while, then I was too tired to go out. I'm sorry, I hope you had fun though." He felt bad, he had completely forgotten about it last night, but it was probably for the best that he didn't go to Randy's after what happened.
"Oh." she said, not showing any real emotion. "Yeah, we had fun." She looked at him shyly when she suddenly got a strange look on her face. "David, what... what's that on your neck?"
"Huh?" She pointed it out for him and he dragged his fingers across it. Whatever it was, it felt sore. He walked closer to a window next to them and looked in the reflection. Just above his collar were red marks. He pulled his collar down with his fingers and quickly pulled it up again. It was a bite mark. He remembered now, miss Smithson bit him earlier.
Trying to stay calm he turned towards her again, giving her a reassuring smile. "Oh, it's just a rash. This shirt is kind of itchy, must've used some weird detergent."
That comment made Charlotte giggle, and she looked at him while nibbling on the nail of her thumb. "David, I... do you, maybe... want to do something tonight?"
David's heart broke. He'd been right, Charlotte did like him. Had the circumstances been different he would've jumped at the opportunity. He felt terrible at what he was about to say.
"Look, Charlotte, I... I'm sorry if I have led you on in any way, but... I actually have a girlfriend." It was the best lie he could come up with.
Charlotte looked stunned. "Oh, I didn't..."
"It's OK, I mean, I never told you, right?" He gave her a shy smile. "And... I should've told you earlier, but I never meant to, you know..." He couldn't find the right words for it, but she understood.
"It's OK." she said, forcing a smile. "I... I hope we can still be friends."
"Of course we can." he said, now having completely forgotten about miss Smithsons first rule and just wanted to let Charlotte down easy when she suddenly hugged him, pressing the side of her face against his chest. David almost panicked, if Gwen found out about this...
He took a quick look around and couldn't see her, so he figured he was in the clear. He put his arms around her, hugging her tightly.
"Why are the good ones always taken?" she said with laughter in her voice.
"I'm not that good." he said while patting her back. "You'll find someone better who deserves you."
They let go and gave each other a smile before going their separate ways. "Well, that went better than expected." he thought to himself as he headed back to his desk.