by Jamie Knight
“Fine.” I look directly into his face and roll my eyes as exaggeratedly as I can. “I’ll go down into that dirty tunnel and run your stupid cable.”
He grunts a laugh, turning away to push a few things over on his desk and sit on it. “Don’t kid yourself, Ms. Burmmell. That’s what you are here for.” Crossing his legs, he settles in and gives me an arrogant smile. “That is the only reason.”
“Yeah, right,” I snap under my breath.
Bending down, I look into the narrow duct. It’s so small. I will have to hunch my shoulders some, but I can fit inside it. This particular run is only about five feet long. I can see the light coming from the other opening. That makes me feel somewhat better. I sigh, resigning myself to my task, then drop the cable down into the opening first, so I can get on my hands and knees. It slaps against the concrete floor. Making myself as little as possible, I crawl inside.
It’s dark. It’s grimy and dusty — and I hate every moment. The top of the tunnel is hard against my back. The walls push into my shoulders. Tons of dust is getting into my hair. I try to not let it disgust me too much, but all my efforts to stay positive change when I try to crawl forward and something catches my left shoulder.
And like that, I’m stuck. The thing that clamped around my shoulder won’t let me move forward or back. My progress is halted, and I’m not even fully inside the tunnel. Whoever built this thing was either stupid or had a different idea about how to run the cables through it. Maybe a drone or something?
“Fuck!” I pull back and forth, trying to get free of what’s caught me. It doesn’t hurt. It’s not cutting into my skin or anything. It just has my shoulder trapped. “Shit! I’m stuck!” I cuss. I take a few deep breaths trying to calm myself and not panic about how stale and dusty the air is down here. They will get me out of here, I chant in my head over and over.
“What’s going on?”
I drop my head down so I can see between my legs. Christian is kneeling behind me. He puts his cheek to the floor, looking into the little tunnel between my legs. My butt is sticking out of the tunnel right above his head.
“My shoulder is caught. I can’t move,” I tell him, struggling this way and that to try to get my shoulder free. Nothing works. My head is starting to spin. I glare at Christian. He’s looking up at my ass with a slight smile on his face. “Do something!” I snap.
Sitting back, he scratches his chin glancing at the sides of the tunnel. “You say you can’t move at all.”
I blow out my breath. “No! If I could move, then I would move. I’m trapped. I cannot stay in here forever, Christian. Get me out!”
“Are you hurt?”
“No. It’s like a clamp or something.”
I can’t tell if he is listening to me or not. He reaches a hand out and gently runs it over the top curve of my butt. His touch makes me shiver slightly. It’s erotic, which seems very out of place at a time like this.
“What are you doing?” I snap. “Christian? Christian get me out of this thing!”
He doesn’t answer me but gets up onto his knees. I feel him inch closer. His thighs and then his crotch slide over my butt cheeks as he places his body flush against mine. With a push, his hips slap into my thighs. It moves my body but doesn’t get me unstuck. He tries it again, humping me through our clothing. My pussy starts to ache in response, but my head is spinning. How can he be thinking about sex when I’m going to be forced to spend the rest of my life in this stupid tunnel? Or run out of air?
“Christian!” I snap again. “Stop.”
I feel his large hands run up my thighs and around my middle as he searches for the button on my jeans. Wiggling my hips, I try to shake him off. “What? Christian! This is not the time. I’m stuck!”
My jeans loosen as he pops the button and then unzips them. He pulls my pants down quickly, exposing my bare pussy to the air. As he requested, I stopped wearing panties to work. I wiggle as he pulls my jeans down my legs and off. I can’t believe that he’s fucking with me like this! I’m trapped, and he’s making it a sex game.
“Christian!” I can’t breathe. I swear the tunnel is getting smaller and smaller.
Then something I’m not expecting happens, Christian starts licking my pussy. I gasp, drop my head again, and look back at him. Seated at a slightly odd angle, he has his hands gripping into my butt cheeks, and his face pressed to my slit. The cool wetness of his tongue makes my whole body quiver.
With the tip of his tongue, he explores my folds then circles my clit. My head starts to spin for real as my pussy aches fiercely. I can’t quite forget that I’m trapped, but part of me likes what he is doing while I am. As long as I don’t suffocate, I’m dying to have him touch and lick me more.
My own juices start to drip down my thighs, enough for Christian to notice and trace his fingers in it. I can hear him sucking my juices off his fingers. He leans forward and licks my thighs up and down, cleaning up every drop I make. The fingers he traced through my wetness, he runs them up and down my slit, presses into my pussy and twirls. In response, I gasp.
“Oh, God! Fuck!”
Placing his cheek against my butt, I feel him chuckle. “Is that better, pet?”
“Fuck me!” I beg, thrusting my hips back at him. I don’t know if it is that lack of air in the tunnel or what, but I’m hot, aching and ready for his big dick. “Fuck me please, sir. You make it all better.”
He doesn’t reply. Instead, he gets up. Seeing him move away from the tunnel, I start to panic again. He can’t leave me here. He especially can’t leave me here turned on and trapped!
With my head dropped as low as I can get it, I watch him, through my arms and legs, move around the basement. I’m almost to the point of yelling when I see him slide his jeans off. There is the sound of rustling plastic for a second — like a condom wrapper — and then Christian walks back toward me.
The anticipation is almost too much. I buck my hips back, begging for the feeling of his skin against mine. When the warmth of his thighs hits me, it’s heaven. My arms and legs shake as I wait for what I hope is coming next. Then I feel it. The brush of his hard dickhead against my folds makes me almost want to cry. He rubs it up and down, pushing in just enough to get it wet and then pulling it out to tease me some more. I savor every tap and glide. The way my lower lips open for his girth feels so good.
Finally, he lines up with my pussy and presses in. My tight walls stretch to accommodate him in a way they never have before. Christian is so big, so wide, that just the first few inches of his cock have me feeling fuller than I ever have before.
“Oh, fuck me!” I grunt. “God that feels good! Give me that big thing!”
Christian laughs. “Careful what you wish for, pet!”
Grabbing my hips so hard I can feel the strength of his fingers, he plunges into me until his rock-hard cock hits my cervix and his balls slap into my clit. Being stretched and so full makes my head spin. My pussy is the happiest it has ever been. It starts quivering immediately with a small orgasm which makes me lightheaded.
“You are so tight, pet!”
He starts thrusting, pulling his heavy dick in and out of me slowly at first. I can feel every inch grind against my g-spot and the rest of my pussy walls. The friction that builds between us is unbearable. Each thrust and grind makes my pussy ache more and steals my breath until I’m gasping.
“Ah, yes!” he grunts. “You’re so fucking good, Mandy. I’m going to fuck you raw every day! Would you like that, my good pet?”
I can’t answer him. My head is so dizzy that I just let it drop and dangle between my arms. All of my concentration is on the blasting hot feeling between my tightening pussy walls. My abs are pulled so tight. Even my butt is clenched. Electric-like zaps run up through my body from my clit every time his balls slap into it. I’m becoming overwhelmed with pleasure.
Christian increases his tempo and starts pounding me harder. My eyes flicker closed. All I can hear is the grunts he makes and the wet sl
aps of his thighs against mine. Everything in me tightens, fighting with and against his thick cock sliding in and out of me. My pussy and lower lips grip him as hard as they can, begging his cock to stay inside me. The room — the tunnel —starts spinning.
Then it happens. The biggest orgasm of my entire life hits me like a bus. My pussy thumps. My lower lips throb. My clit zaps and sends bursts of electric sparkles into my stomach. A strange release hits causing me to pour out my juices in squirt after squirt. Shaking rips through my body. The world spins faster. I can’t breathe. Pleasure sends my whole body and being into tingles. Then everything goes black.
I wake up a few minutes later, out of the tunnel and lying flat on my back on the cold concrete floor of the basement. Aftershocks shake my body, starting with my pussy and running out to my hands and feet. They make me mumble incoherently and roll my head back and forth.
A large, warm hand rubs my tummy. “Doing alright, pet?”
My head is still swimming. My vision is blurry, but I can see Christian leaning against the wall at my feet. He rubs my tummy again lightly.
“How’d you get me out?” My words slur a bit.
“There was a latch to the side of the clamp. It’s for the cables.”
I nod my head slightly, pretending that his explanation makes sense. The room spins again causing me to erupt into giggles.
“Don’t worry, pet,” Christian tells me. “I won’t make you go in there again.”
I giggle, sounding drunk. “No, please do, sir. Please do.”
Chapter Ten
Christian
To mix things up a few days later, I ask Mandy to meet me in the McKenzie Tech cafeteria. After spending most of the morning watching her pussy flutter and twitch over my computer monitor, I’m ready for some real play. My dick is hard and aching for something a little risqué.
She blinks as we stand in line in the much too bright cafeteria, folding her arms over her chest and looking around confused. I follow her gaze.
Kane must really like windows because the building he chose for McKenzie Tech is filled with them. The cafeteria has a full wall of glass, two stories high, with double doors that lead out to a picnic area. The walls are a clean, stark white interspersed with planters of greenery and a few flowers. The booths and tables are green as well. The decor gives the impression of a hothouse, not an eatery.
“What are we doing out here?” Mandy grumps.
“Getting lunch.”
“I’ve already had lunch.” Her words sound annoyed, but I see her eyeing a large cinnamon roll. I grab the plate it is on and slide it onto my tray.
“Grab two cups of coffee.” I nod over to the coffee bar.
Mandy sighs, shrugs her shoulders exaggeratedly and walks over to the coffee. While she is busy, I pay for her cinnamon roll, a muffin for me, and two coffees. Tray in hand, I look to find a circular booth — someplace sort of out of the way. There is one in the back that is just perfect for my plans.
Quickly, I set our snacks down and return the tray. There are just a few people in the cafeteria at this time of day. It’s a good mix of private and public.
“What’s going on—” Mandy starts to call me Christian but stops— “Mr. Keeley?”
I gesture for her to take a seat in the booth then slide in next to her. She scoots over a little, but I slide over so that our thighs are touching under the table. She looks up at me, confused. Usually, when one shares a booth it is customary to sit on opposite sides. It helps with the conversation. However, conversation is not what I am after.
I pick up my coffee cup and take a sip. I smile at Mandy. “Eat your cinnamon roll, pet.”
Mandy rolls her eyes. “Okay.” She pulls a piece of the roll off and slips it into her mouth. I watch her lips close, and her jaw move as she chews. Her gaze wanders, looking over all the people in the room. She is probably trying to see if she knows anyone.
I take another sip of coffee, enjoying the silence between us. The nice thing about having an established pet is that I don’t feel the need to rush. I can do things at my leisure. When I feel ready, I drop my free hand down to my lap, all the while calmly sipping my coffee and watching Mandy eat her icing-covered roll. Under the table, I find her knee. It’s covered with the scratchy material of her skirt, some sort of wool. Her body stiffens when I first touch her.
“Keep eating, pet,” I whisper, taking another sip of coffee.
Gently, I pull her skirt up just a little. The skin of her knees is bare. With one finger, I trace a circle over her kneecap.
Mandy pulls off another piece of her roll, a smaller piece this time, and pops it into her mouth. She doesn’t look at me as she chews. Her eyes stay on the people around us. So far, no one has noticed our odd behavior.
Her legs are closed together, but as I slip my hand between her knees, she opens them just a little. The move pleases me, so I massage the bit of her thighs just above her knees. I inch my hand higher, enjoying the warmth of having it trapped between her thighs. I push a little with my thumb, indicating that she should open her legs further. Mandy hisses in a breath. I know that she is nervous, but still, she opens her legs wider.
“No one can see,” I whisper to assure her. “Open your legs wide, pet. I’ve been watching your pussy all morning. Now I want to touch it.”
Her butt shifts. Her thighs open wider. Keeping my fingertips on her warm skin, I slide my hand up. My pet opens her mouth slightly, letting out a little gasp. Her chest rises and falls erratically. Her breath comes in pants.
I brush her lower lips, first the plump outer, then the thinner inner. There is a touch of moisture on them — a subtle hint of her arousal. Gently, I glide my fingertips up and down, teasing them. Her folds open at my touch and dampen more. Mandy’s hips move forward slightly, begging for my fingers to dip further.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispers.
I hold back a laugh. She really should stop saying that. I know she doesn’t believe it.
“Let me do as I want, pet. I want you to fuck my fingers right here in the cafeteria. I want to feel you cum in public.”
Despite her protest, Mandy thrusts her hips forward under the table. Her movement pushes my index and pointer finger deep into her wet pussy. The feeling of how warm and ready she is makes my dick ache harder. It’s almost like I am teasing myself with this outing. My orgasm later will be that much harder.
“Good girl,” I tell her as she keeps moving her hips back and forth over my fingers.
I trace patterns on her insides, find the nub of her G-spot and rub my fingertips over it as they move within her. Her pussy walls tighten as her excitement increases.
Above the table, we both act normally. Bite after bite of cinnamon roll fills her mouth. I sip my coffee and take a nibble or two of my muffin. A few people glance our way, but no one’s stare lingers.
“Oh God,” Mandy hisses, keeping her voice low.
I feel her get tighter. A few flutterings run through her pussy. She is going to orgasm soon and hard. Knowing that it is coming has my dick straining as well, even without her touch.
“Oh God,” she repeats.
My fingers are really damp now, slick with evidence of her pleasure. Her pussy walls clamp down tight then quiver and pulse as her orgasm breaks. Mandy sways slightly in her seat like her eyes don’t want to focus.
“You’re so dirty, pet,” I tell her. “You like coming while all of these people are around, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbles.
Another round of fluttering hits her pussy. I pump it harder, enjoying the feeling of her wetness covering my hand. I want her to cum again and again. Spending our whole afternoon this way would really please me.
“Mr. Keeley?”
Mandy freezes up. Her mouth drops open in a gasp as we both turn to look at the unwanted visitor standing at our table. I recognize the man from a few days ago. It’s the man Kane was showing around, the one Mandy used to date. Annoyed, I slip my hand out of
Mandy’s pussy but keep it under the table as I turn to him.
“Yes?” I keep my voice icy cold.
“I’m Jered Coleman, the new head of HR. We met the other day.”
The man smiles at me crinkling brown eyes that are more amber than my pet’s. I look him over, not impressed with what I see. Mr. Coleman’s suit is way too expensive for the salary that he makes in HR. It looks like something my father would wear, slightly too tailored with the elbows and shoulders puckering. A gold diamond-shaped tie tack keeps his overly red tie in place and gives him a gangster-like quality.
Next to me, Mandy has a smile plastered on her face. I can feel how nervous she is, and I don’t like it.
“What of it?” I cross my arms in front of my chest and raise my eyebrows at the man.
He doesn’t move at my curt words. Jered’s body language stays relaxed like he practices acting cool. “I was hoping that we could talk in my office for a few minutes.”
“No. Leave.”
I turn to Mandy. Her eyes get wider. The hand she has on the table is shaking. Her eyes roam from me to the man who hasn’t left the table. Apparently, my response wasn’t clear enough.
“Mr. Keeley, I’m the head of HR. If I need to talk to you, you should be compliant.” Mr. Coleman has a fluffed-up vision of his importance here. I ignore him, but he continues. “I think we should head to my office. There are several things I want to discuss with you.”
I lean back in the booth, turn, and let my gaze center on him. “Mr. Coleman, you seem to be under the impression that I have to do what you ask. I am a full partner here at McKenzie Tech. You cannot call me into your office like some high school principle. I do not wish to speak to you. Leave.”
