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by Jamie Knight

Inside were my red, satin panties. They were a little stiff and stained. He’d used them! I lifted them to my nose and inhaled the scent of Kane’s cum. Some people might have thought what I was doing and what I was about to do was gross, but I didn’t care. That Kane thought about me while pleasuring himself was a total turn on.

  My swollen clit and wet pussy ached for relief, and that’s what I would give them. What better way to begin the workweek than by masturbating with a pair of panties covered in my boss’s cum?

  I heard the restroom door close. At last, I was alone.

  Kane needed to see what he did to me and what I was about to do to myself. I hiked up my skirt, shimmied my black panties down my legs and then kicked them off. I replaced them with the red ones, but before I began pleasuring myself, I grabbed my phone from my bag and set the photo app to video.

  Doing my best to keep the hand holding my phone steady, I used my free hand to gather the silky fabric of my cum-covered panties around my clit. I ran them up and down my folds filming the whole time. I relished that Kane had pleasured himself using my underwear. It was dirty and depraved but also deliciously decadent. I bit my bottom lip hard to stop from moaning.

  My body strained for the relief this orgasm would give. As short-lived as I knew that relief would be, I needed it. I wanted to come so bad it physically hurt.

  Lifting my feet, I anchored them against the side walls of the narrow stall and spread myself as wide as I could. I pulled the cum covered panties, which were now wet with my own juices away from my lower lips and showed myself to the camera.

  I was so fucking wet and ready. What I wouldn’t give to have one of my nine-inch suction dildos with me. I would secure it to the seat and slam myself up and down, but since I didn’t think to bring any toys with me, I’d make do with my fingers. Tonight, when I got home, I would use every fucking toy I had.

  My engorged clit felt three times its normal size. I’d have to make myself come fast and without making any noise. The last thing I needed was anyone coming into the restroom and discovering my dirty little secret.

  I crushed my fingertips against the throbbing bud of my clit and pleasured myself with fast, reckless movements. My slippery fingers slid all over the place, but then I found it—the one spot that always sent me to the moon.

  I tapped, tapped, tapped, slapped, slapped, slapped my clit until I couldn’t hold back the pleasure. A tsunami of release rushed over me and my pussy walls clenched and spasmed for the camera. The hand holding my phone shook, but I managed to steady it enough to capture the pulsating undulations of my orgasm. Staying silent took more willpower than I thought I possessed. In the privacy of my apartment, I made a lot of noise and never held back the sounds of my pleasure.

  When I was spent and couldn’t give anymore, I lowered my trembling legs to the floor. Before I shut off my phone, I lifted it to my lips, and whispered, “I hope I completed the assignment to your satisfaction, Sir.”

  I typed in Kane’s email address and sent him the video. I should’ve known better than to record myself or even send a video like that into cyberspace, but I wanted him to see what he did to me and to let him know that I knew how to obey his orders. All of his orders.

  As soon as my legs stopped shaking, I fixed myself up. I slid the red, cum covered panties on—just as Kane ordered—and felt my whole body shake with desire as they touched my pussy. I smiled to myself as I pulled up my stocking and down my skirt. I might have to visit the restroom for relief again soon. I put the empty envelope in my purse.

  Leaving the stall, I walked over to the mirror to see my flushed cheeks. I felt awake, alive and full of desire. Every move I made, every step I took, rubbed the cum soaked panties against my pussy and reminded me of what Kane had done. My nipples hardened under my dress and my pussy throbbed with anticipation. I had just come but was already aching to come again.

  Hopefully, Kane would watch my video and reward me soon.

  Chapter Nine - Kane

  Sitting still at work was next to impossible. Focusing on anything was difficult. Not going down to the fifth floor and throwing Reese over my shoulder to bring her up here to fuck was excruciating.

  I paced around my office, picking up documents and files before putting them down immediately. I had more than enough work to keep me occupied, but nothing held my interest or attention.

  Had Reese followed my instructions? Was she wearing the dirty panties? Had she gone to the restroom and masturbated using the underwear I’d jerked off with? Seeing her in the elevator this morning had left me with a throbbing dick. Once again she was in formal office clothes that tried to hide the kinky girl that she was. A simple gray dress-suit and hose covered her sexy curves. Her wild, honey-blonde hair was up in a tight bum. The whole time we were in the elevator, the only thing I could think of was letting her hair down, wrapping my hands in it and using it to pull her pouty, pink lips over my hard cock. The thought had let me breathless and I was still semi-hard.

  I’d wanted to bury my nose in Reese’s hair and inhale her intoxicating scent. Everything about her called to me. Not only was she intelligent, but she was also sarcastic and wickedly funny.

  The clock showed 9.45 a.m. I slumped into my leather office chair and tapped my fingers impatiently on the arms. I wouldn’t be able to wait much longer before summoning her to my office to find out if she’d followed my instructions. I wanted to call her up here, have her stand in front of my desk and pull her skirt up. Hopefully her wet pussy would be covered by the panties I jacked off with. My skin shivered at the thought of the evidence of my desire touching her like that.

  Getting involved with an employee was a risky game to play, but it was a risk I would take. Reese seemed worth it. I needed a new office pet and if she passed this test, she would be perfect. My next orders would push her to her limits.

  “Kane?” Melissa’s crisp, British voice came over my intercom and shook me from my thoughts. “You just received an email from Ms. Peterson in accounting. The one you told me to watch for. You really ought to give her your private email address. That would be easier. I’m sure she didn’t mean for me to see this, it looks like it contains a video of some sort.”

  A video? All the blood in my body rushed south and my dick twitched beneath my trousers. “I’ll see that she gets it. Good idea, Melissa. I need you to draw up a non-disclosure agreement. Have Reese come up here at the end of the day. There are several things we need to finalize before we can go forward.”

  Silence crackled through the intercom. I frowned. “You have something to say, Melissa?”

  Melissa had been one of my closest and most trusted employees and friends for many years. There wasn’t a thing she didn’t know about me. She’d been with me through the dark times and had supported me no matter what. Her opinion mattered to me.

  “It’s about bloody time,” she replied, and I smiled. “Before I draw up the NDA, to be safe, I’ll see what I can find out about this girl. I hope she’s exactly what you need, but isn’t she the girl who Simon was lusting after?”

  “She is, or I should say was,” I confirmed. I leaned back into my chair and folded my hands together in front of me. I turned my chair, so I could look out my penthouse windows at the Manhattan skyline.

  “So glad you’ve finally gotten rid of that fucker.” Melissa’s voice indicated that she was grinning.

  My lips twisted into a smirk. “He won’t be bothering anyone again. See to it that he’s blackballed.”

  Melissa chuckled. “Trust me, he’ll never work in this industry again, or any industry if I have my way.”

  “With you on the case, I know he won’t.”

  She hummed slightly in agreement. “I’m sure you have some things you’ll need to take care of once you watch Ms. Peterson’s video,” she said professionally, changing the subject. “I’ll make sure you won’t be disturbed for the next hour.” Her laughter tinkled as she hung up.

  Adjusting my balls
and stiffening cock through my slacks, I turned towards my desk and woke up my monitor with a push of the mouse. With trembling fingers, I clicked into my inbox and then into the email Melissa had forwarded. The one from Reese—my potential pet. There was no subject or message, but it did indeed contain a video.

  In a matter of seconds, my monitor lit up with Reese’s face on it. A wicked smile curved her pink lips. The video quickly moved between her legs, and my dick lurched at the sight of her rubbing the panties against her soaked pussy. Jesus. She didn’t hold back.

  Soon, she pulled the red fabric away to reveal her pussy lips spread wide and inviting. She rubbed her fingers on her clit, while her mouth was clenched tight, suppressing her moans. Watching her masturbate and finger herself was one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever seen in my life. My cock throbbed in time with her fingers, begging me to give it some relief.

  No one would dare come into my office without my say-so, and the walls were soundproof. A sharp thrill shot through me. I unzipped my pants and took out my dripping shaft. I ran my hand up and down my cock, pumping and squeezing it.

  Reese slid her fingers deep inside her pussy and twisted them around. That’s it, baby, show me what you like. Once she found an angle that pleased her, she started pumping herself roughly. She held the camera close, so I could see every twitch and movement of her pussy walls. It was so personal and intimate. I could see how her lower lips plumped and gripped her fingers as she slid them in and out of herself. Her mouth was still clenched closed and I imagined what she would look like with a ball gag in her mouth. That would keep her from screaming.

  Soon enough, I would have her on her knees in this very room sucking me off and swallowing me down. I tugged my cock without mercy, all the time imagining Reese’s lips wrapped around its head.

  Her hands quivered as she neared her climax. Her fingers moved recklessly across her engorged clit, and the pressure building inside me neared nuclear levels.

  Small moans tumbled from her lips, as she couldn’t keep her mouth shut anymore. I could see her lips twisted in pleasurable agony.

  Her climax hit causing the video to violently quake. Staying silent was almost impossible for her, and I watched in rapture as her inner muscles clenched and released over and over. Evidence of her arousal ran from her opening and down her butt cheeks.

  Watching her come would never get old. How many times over the weekend had she masturbated to thoughts of me? To thoughts of us, just as she did now. She wiped her wet, satisfied folds and clit with the used panties; cleaning herself up neatly.

  I wanted those panties back, and I imagined them in my hand as I stroked harder and faster. I was near the point of no return. My back bowed off the chair, and I growled her name as hot semen erupted over my hand.

  Happy and spent, I watched as she whispered into the camera. Reese had made me proud. She was going to be the perfect office pet.

  The sooner I made her mine the better.

  Chapter Ten - Reese

  For the billionth time, I checked my inbox. Nothing. Not one thing from Kane. I didn’t even know if he’d received my video email or if the spam bots had deleted it before it reached him. It was such a disappointment. I was so excited earlier but now, I was starting to regret my impulsive actions.

  I sighed loudly, something I had done a lot of today.

  “What’s wrong with you?”

  I spun my chair and looked at Mandy. She was one of my favorite coworkers. Her head peeked around the corner of my cubical and she gave me an annoyed look.

  “I can hear you sighing three cubicles over. You’re not usually this bored.” Mandy rounded the wall of my cubical and perched on my desk. She was a little short, so her legs hung down and she swayed them in a playful manner. “Numbers not adding up?”

  I scoffed. That was a typical saying for those of us in accounting. Most of the time it was a joke.

  “No, I’m fine, Mandy.” I told her. “I was just expecting an email and well, it hasn’t come.”

  She nodded slightly and swung her lanky ash-blonde hair over her shoulder.

  “A watched pot never boils and all that.”

  I giggled at her attempt to impart some wisdom.

  “Just think of something else for a while. Or—I don’t know—concentrate on your work.”

  With this last piece of advice, she stuck her tongue out at me.

  “What are you two talking about?” Eileen, who worked in the cubical next to mine, peaked over the wall. She was tall for a girl and had no problems looking into my office.

  “Oh, nothing,” I said.

  “Reese is waiting on an email,” Mandy said at the same time.

  I glared at her. Eileen was nice but once you got her started, she could talk your ear off. Many times, Linda had admonished us all for chatting when really, we were trying to get Eileen to shut up.

  “An email about what?” she asked.

  “Just an account I’ve been looking into,” I lied.

  I needed to get these girls to go back to focusing on their own business.

  “Numbers not adding up?” Eileen asked.

  Mandy snorted a laugh and I looked down, so I could roll my eyes.

  I shook my head.

  “No, it’s fine, Eileen. I’m just…I’m just waiting for orders.”

  Still perched on my desk, Mandy looked at her nails. They were painted a deep red.

  “I sincerely doubt that you would be sighing over a work email,” she commented.

  Eileen’s green eyes went wide with glee.

  “It’s a boy!” she smirked. “Reese is waiting for an email from a boy!”

  Mandy nodded her head in agreement.

  “Now we know from Watercooler that your date with Simon went less than well, did you meet someone new over the weekend?”

  I leaned back into my desk chair and looked at my two work friends. “What? No! I just, well, I ran to Mr. McKenzie this morning and he’s supposed to tell me what to do about this account. And well, I thought the big boss would get back to me sooner.”

  When I said ‘Mr. McKenzie’ both girls got a far away look in their eyes—like they were both picturing him naked.

  “I love a man with broad shoulders,” murmured Eileen.

  Mandy nodded in agreement. “I love a man with a big bank account.” ileen and I laughed at her comment. “Seriously, Reese. Just go to Linda or Ray if you have a problem. McKenzie is so busy, he’s probably already forgotten about whatever account you asked him about. Hell, he’s probably forgotten your name. Don’t take it personally. That’s just life of the rich and busy.”

  “Yeah,” Eileen chimed in. “No time for us little folk.”

  Mandy and I stifled our laughter at her calling herself little.

  Swinging her legs one last time, Mandy jumped off my desk. She patted me on the shoulder. “Just ask Linda. McKenzie isn’t ever going to write you back.”

  I nodded and turned back to my computer to hide my blush.

  The day dragged and dragged and despite my morning orgasm, my horniness levels hadn’t dissipated. If anything, they’d increased tenfold, but thanks to databases and spreadsheets, I hadn’t been able to sneak off to the restroom again.

  When five o’clock arrived, I decided there was no point hanging around. If Kane wanted me to do anything for him, he would have summoned me to his office by now. Maybe Mandy was right; he probably had forgotten my name.

  Disappointed didn’t even come close to describing my emotions. I’d have to entertain myself and stave off my depression this evening with porn and vibrators. Not the worst way to spend an evening, but I had hoped for something more. Something that involved Kane and fucking.

  Once my desk was cleared—the clean desk policy killed me—and my PC was turned off, I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder.

  Sloane, who’d stayed away from me all day, made her way over to my desk and I did nothing to hide my ob
vious eye roll. I didn’t want to talk to her, or anyone else. I wanted to go home to take care of business.

  “I’m on my way to Mr. McKenzie’s office to talk about the mentee program.” She gave me a self-satisfied smile and crossed her arms over her perky breasts. “If anyone is going to be mentored by Kane McKenzie, it’s me. You’re a bit too long in the tooth, don’t you think? I’m sure he’d prefer someone fresh from college and not set in their ways.”

  Jealousy raised its ugly head, and I fought the impulse to smack the smugness out of her.

  “Has Mr. McKenzie spoken to you about what he expects?” she asked seriously. “About the assignments he’ll give you?”

  I nodded but didn’t elaborate.

  “I’m not sure if you’d be up to the tasks he has in mind, Sloane,” I smirked. “Sometimes experience and being a bit long in the tooth, as you put it, is a good thing.”

  Sloane didn’t seem like the kind of girl who would break a sweat during sex, never mind spread her legs in a public restroom while balancing on a vanity as her boss watched her masturbate.

  “I would do anything for Mr. McKenzie.” Wrinkles creased her usually smooth forehead. “When he meets with me, he’ll see you’re not the one he’s looking for. And you’ll be out of luck, Reese.”

  With a dismissive wave of her fingers, she strutted away.

  A fist of fury punched my gut. Sloane meeting with McKenzie would destroy all of this. I should have known I would never get a man like Kane. Someone like Sloane was more his pedigree. She had money and connections, or at least her family had them. They owned half the city, and, she was right, she was fresh out of college.

  Why pick someone like me who’d been around the block a few times when he could have someone like Sloane? And just like that, lady luck had kicked me up the butt again. So much for my new pendant and the miracles it was supposed to bring into my life.

  I sighed and crossed my arms in front of my chest. Maybe I had Sloane all wrong. Maybe she liked to get freaky between the sheets and would be perfect for Kane. How does the saying go? Never judge a book by its cover, or in Sloane’s case, never judge a princess by the size of her pearls.

 

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