Fired!
I decide to check my email. I switch on my old desktop computer. As I wait for the OS to load I put on my blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and my rubber shoes.
I log into my email and just as I am about to click on my Inbox, I hear an urgent knock on the door. "Come in!", I yell above the whir of the computer.
I hear heeled footsteps slowly approaching, then a voice I immediately recognize says, "Accessing porn again?"
"You know you're my only porn!" I reply as I sense Doe's fingers on my cheeks. A red blindfold is immediately placed over my eyes. As usual, I allow her to play one of her games again.
"You really think I'm as slutty as one of those porn stars?" She sneers as she grabs my hands and ties them behind the chair. I feel another pair of hands unbutton my jeans and hesitantly pull out my limp member.
"Who's with you, Doe?" I ask, as I feel soft, unfamiliar hands wrap around my cock.
"It's just me," Doe answers from some place in front of me. I feel my cock enter a wet mouth, and a tongue hesitantly flick around my cockhead-- it was not like Doe's-- it belonged to someone with a different level of experience.
"So you've learned a few things, huh?" I say, enjoying the blowjob.
I feel Doe's hands grab my jaw and force my mouth open. I smell her perfume as she whispers into my left ear, "You're not allowed to talk when you're under treatment."
"What treat....?" My reply is cut short as a wet cloth is pushed into my mouth.
"And also when your mouth is full!" Doe whispers again, this time on my right ear. All the while, the soft lips are doing their magic on my hardened cock.
I try to move my legs, only to realize that they also have been tied to the legs of the chair. I finally stop trying to free myself and enjoy the blowjob. I promise myself to get to the bottom of this. I hope I hadn't turned off the webcam I had placed at adjacent corners of the ceiling. Ever since I had my laptop stolen about two weeks ago, I had added security measures to my room.
I feel my cock getting deeper into the throat and I feel like I can no longer control the urge to release. In an instant, I no longer feel the mouth but I feel a soft wet hand instead. I then feel my sensitive cock head being rubbed against something slippery. But then, it stops as I hear Doe's shouted whisper say, "Don't!"
I hear another whisper, "Please?" followed by Doe's reply, "Okay." I then feel my cock plunge into something unfamiliar, slippery and soft, but tight, as the smell of sweat and bath soap enters my nostrils. I finally know it is somebody else as the body entwined with me starts a rhythm very much faster the Doe's usual rate. I try to think of the possibilities and recall Doe's past games when suddenly, there is a pounding on the door, followed by the shout of Olivia Perkins, my landlady, and the bursting open of the door.
Things happen so fast. I feel a slap on my face and my chair toppling backward. I hear a lot of shouting as everything slowly turns dark.
When I come to, I notice that I am leaning against the chair, my head slightly painful, my blindfold loose but still on, and my hands untied. I hurriedly remove the blindfold.
Who do I see in the room?
« Go Back I log into my email and just as I am about to click on my Inbox, I hear an urgent knock on the door. "Come in!", I yell above the whir of the computer.
I hear heeled footsteps slowly approaching, then a voice I immediately recognize says, "Accessing porn again?"
"You know you're my only porn!" I reply as I sense Doe's fingers on my cheeks. A red blindfold is immediately placed over my eyes. As usual, I allow her to play one of her games again.
"You really think I'm as slutty as one of those porn stars?" She sneers as she grabs my hands and ties them behind the chair. I feel another pair of hands unbutton my jeans and hesitantly pull out my limp member.
"Who's with you, Doe?" I ask, as I feel soft, unfamiliar hands wrap around my cock.
"It's just me," Doe answers from some place in front of me. I feel my cock enter a wet mouth, and a tongue hesitantly flick around my cockhead-- it was not like Doe's-- it belonged to someone with a different level of experience.
"So you've learned a few things, huh?" I say, enjoying the blowjob.
I feel Doe's hands grab my jaw and force my mouth open. I smell her perfume as she whispers into my left ear, "You're not allowed to talk when you're under treatment."
"What treat....?" My reply is cut short as a wet cloth is pushed into my mouth.
"And also when your mouth is full!" Doe whispers again, this time on my right ear. All the while, the soft lips are doing their magic on my hardened cock.
I try to move my legs, only to realize that they also have been tied to the legs of the chair. I finally stop trying to free myself and enjoy the blowjob. I promise myself to get to the bottom of this. I hope I hadn't turned off the webcam I had placed at adjacent corners of the ceiling. Ever since I had my laptop stolen about two weeks ago, I had added security measures to my room.
I feel my cock getting deeper into the throat and I feel like I can no longer control the urge to release. In an instant, I no longer feel the mouth but I feel a soft wet hand instead. I then feel my sensitive cock head being rubbed against something slippery. But then, it stops as I hear Doe's shouted whisper say, "Don't!"
I hear another whisper, "Please?" followed by Doe's reply, "Okay." I then feel my cock plunge into something unfamiliar, slippery and soft, but tight, as the smell of sweat and bath soap enters my nostrils. I finally know it is somebody else as the body entwined with me starts a rhythm very much faster the Doe's usual rate. I try to think of the possibilities and recall Doe's past games when suddenly, there is a pounding on the door, followed by the shout of Olivia Perkins, my landlady, and the bursting open of the door.
Things happen so fast. I feel a slap on my face and my chair toppling backward. I hear a lot of shouting as everything slowly turns dark.
When I come to, I notice that I am leaning against the chair, my head slightly painful, my blindfold loose but still on, and my hands untied. I hurriedly remove the blindfold.
Who do I see in the room?