She continues this until her knees buckle, and she collapses on the floor, quivering and moaning in orgasmic delight.
Once again I feel energy leech away from her as it flows into me, but I block it after only a little bit, and just enjoy the show. Perhaps my new abilities won’t be so bad after all. As long as I keep myself in check.
“It’s time for your reward,” I tell her, standing up, and walking towards her. She’s immediately on her hands and knees, practically begging for my cock.
“Thank you master for rewarding your slave!” she moans as her hands grip my hips, and pulls me to her.
I tap the head against her forehead, and she impales her mouth along my rod. Her tongue ravishes the underside of my penis, while she strives to get as much of me down her throat as possible. As had happened with Becky last night, somehow she manages to get all of me into her throat. I’m so turned on by everything that I can already feel my culmination coming. I grab the back of her head, holding her down on me as I fire off powerful gobs of my goo directly into her stomach.
Power once again streams into me, and I realize she must be coming again, too, but I don’t have enough spare thought to block any of it as my own bliss overwhelms me. I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point I come back to the land of reality, and find I’m sitting back in the comfortable chair, with my newly acquired slave still sucking on my now limp prick.
“That was very good, slave,” I tell her, petting the back of her head. “We’d probably better get dressed and back to the office, before anyone begins to wonder.”
I can see she’s disappointed that we won’t be continuing, but she also knows I’m right.
“Don’t let it happen again, Mr. Snow,” my boss tells me as we walk back into our office. She hands me my wallet.
“Yes, Ms. Lance,” I try to act humble, but I can still picture her getting off on her own fingers. I can’t wait until I can drive my cock into her pussy, but it will have to wait.
‘Did she ride you hard?’ Thomas sends to me in an IM.
‘You have no idea.’ I respond. ‘A real ball-buster.’
The rest of the afternoon goes by smoothly, other than catching occasional glances from Sheila that are anything but appropriate. Only AnnaBelle seems to notice anything not quite right, but I dismiss her, until she catches me in the elevator.
“A demon has taken over your soul, Mr. Snow,” she tells me in all seriousness. My first thought is to panic. Had she seen Angela when she’d been in the office? Did she know what’d happened with Sheila and me?
Of course, not, I reason. How could she? The overly religious AnnaBelle Lewis would have said something earlier.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I tell her, trying to stay calm.
“Oh, yes you do,” she denies my statement. “I can sense the corruption in your soul. You need to come to my church this Sunday. That’ll set your head back on straight. Reverend Chilton is a great man, and he can help you.”
Before I have a chance to respond, the elevator doors open and she rushes out. Thankfully I won’t have to deal with her for the entire weekend.
What the hell was that? I wonder. Can she actually sense the changes in me, or is it just her over-zealous religious attitude? I’ve never been into the whole ‘There must be a higher power than me,’ scene, but I can’t help but wonder after that conversation.
“Lyden,” I hear a familiar voice yell, and I turn in shock to see the last person, or rather, persons, I expected to see standing next to the Orange Bubble. “We waited here all day. Ever since we returned your wallet,” Becky says to me, her long chestnut brown hair tied into a braid and flowing over her left shoulder. In this light, I can finally tell that her eyes are a deep dark brown.
“Why’d you leave in such a rush last night?” Lisa asks immediately after, her blue eyes flashing. “We could have had a lot more
Once again I feel energy leech away from her as it flows into me, but I block it after only a little bit, and just enjoy the show. Perhaps my new abilities won’t be so bad after all. As long as I keep myself in check.
“It’s time for your reward,” I tell her, standing up, and walking towards her. She’s immediately on her hands and knees, practically begging for my cock.
“Thank you master for rewarding your slave!” she moans as her hands grip my hips, and pulls me to her.
I tap the head against her forehead, and she impales her mouth along my rod. Her tongue ravishes the underside of my penis, while she strives to get as much of me down her throat as possible. As had happened with Becky last night, somehow she manages to get all of me into her throat. I’m so turned on by everything that I can already feel my culmination coming. I grab the back of her head, holding her down on me as I fire off powerful gobs of my goo directly into her stomach.
Power once again streams into me, and I realize she must be coming again, too, but I don’t have enough spare thought to block any of it as my own bliss overwhelms me. I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point I come back to the land of reality, and find I’m sitting back in the comfortable chair, with my newly acquired slave still sucking on my now limp prick.
“That was very good, slave,” I tell her, petting the back of her head. “We’d probably better get dressed and back to the office, before anyone begins to wonder.”
I can see she’s disappointed that we won’t be continuing, but she also knows I’m right.
“Don’t let it happen again, Mr. Snow,” my boss tells me as we walk back into our office. She hands me my wallet.
“Yes, Ms. Lance,” I try to act humble, but I can still picture her getting off on her own fingers. I can’t wait until I can drive my cock into her pussy, but it will have to wait.
‘Did she ride you hard?’ Thomas sends to me in an IM.
‘You have no idea.’ I respond. ‘A real ball-buster.’
The rest of the afternoon goes by smoothly, other than catching occasional glances from Sheila that are anything but appropriate. Only AnnaBelle seems to notice anything not quite right, but I dismiss her, until she catches me in the elevator.
“A demon has taken over your soul, Mr. Snow,” she tells me in all seriousness. My first thought is to panic. Had she seen Angela when she’d been in the office? Did she know what’d happened with Sheila and me?
Of course, not, I reason. How could she? The overly religious AnnaBelle Lewis would have said something earlier.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I tell her, trying to stay calm.
“Oh, yes you do,” she denies my statement. “I can sense the corruption in your soul. You need to come to my church this Sunday. That’ll set your head back on straight. Reverend Chilton is a great man, and he can help you.”
Before I have a chance to respond, the elevator doors open and she rushes out. Thankfully I won’t have to deal with her for the entire weekend.
What the hell was that? I wonder. Can she actually sense the changes in me, or is it just her over-zealous religious attitude? I’ve never been into the whole ‘There must be a higher power than me,’ scene, but I can’t help but wonder after that conversation.
“Lyden,” I hear a familiar voice yell, and I turn in shock to see the last person, or rather, persons, I expected to see standing next to the Orange Bubble. “We waited here all day. Ever since we returned your wallet,” Becky says to me, her long chestnut brown hair tied into a braid and flowing over her left shoulder. In this light, I can finally tell that her eyes are a deep dark brown.
“Why’d you leave in such a rush last night?” Lisa asks immediately after, her blue eyes flashing. “We could have had a lot more
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