Unwanted Heat

My body temperature rapidly increased as she groped for my dick through my pants. I was enveloped with my ardent desire to fuck her until her brains burst out. I captured her boobs in my palms and fondled them adoringly. These were the things that had kept me awake for a few nights before.

I kissed her and savored her scrumptious tongue and mouth, exploring the sensitive areas and coating them with my essence. She murmured through my lips but I didn’t hear her. I alternately kissed her on the mouth and sucked her breasts through the flimsy clothing. My hands wandered to her cunt and I ran my fingers lightly over the lips of her already wet organ. I applied what I had previously learned from them, and based on Sophie’s moans, I knew I had succeeded.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“Right!” she disengaged herself and stood up. “That was easy convincing you. See you tomorrow at the office,” she kissed me on the lips and at the tip of my cock and walked away.

“Hey, come back,” I called back at her, “hey,” but she disappeared through another door.

What do they think of me? I smoldered in anger. A toy that they could turn on and off at their whim? I went home feeling frustrated and irate. I masturbated again that night, and I noticed that it took me longer to ejaculate. I presumed it was because I had already experienced an excellent blow job.

I was determined not to do their bidding, so I stayed home and played computer games all day long. In the evening, I ordered some pizza and gorged myself until I was full. I was about to sleep when my cell phone rang.

I didn’t recognize the number. “Yes?” I refused to reveal my identity. “Hello, Al. This is Katy. How come you haven’t reported back to work

this morning?” her voice came as a shrill from my phone’s speakers.

“I may be a newbie but I don’t want to be treated like an object,” I countered with my budding self-confidence.

“What do you mean?” she seemed lost.

“You treat me like a sex toy. You use me and discard me whenever you

feel like it.” I blurted, unafraid.

“Oh,” there was an audible sigh from the other end.

“You never get to fuck us, you mean,” she stated, understanding my revelation.

“Yes,”

“We were teaching you the basics first,” she explained to me, as if to a child. “You can’t run unless you learn how to walk first.”

I was speechless.

“The final lesson will be coitus.” I didn’t know what to say.

“You’re a good student. With your acquired knowledge, who would know that you’re still a virgin?”

“Ummm,” I didn’t have any answer to her new statement.

“I’m 32 and Sophie is 31. Would you seriously want to consummate the act with us?” She zinged the question at me.

Really? Wow! They were 10 and 11 years older than me. That was some revelation. I presumed they were older, but only for a few years such as 3 or 5 years.

“You’re hesitating now,” she grumbled on the phone. “No, I’m not,” my spirits soar on the wings of excitement. “But, remember to correct the error you have committed.”

“Aye, aye Ma’am,” I enthused, hopeful for a brighter tomorrow.

I went about grooming myself as early as 6 AM that day. The result boosted my self-confidence. I vowed to myself that I would never allow anyone to use me without my consent. I whistled on my way to the office and I felt rejuvenated and in tip-top shape.

At the office I perused the tax papers I had prepared, and true enough, there was an error in the computations. No one had touched it yet because the office paid the client, nevertheless. I had no idea though how much trouble I had caused. An apology was in order.

With the corrected files in my hand, I requested an audience with Katy. I had unknowingly come to like her. She was serious at work but was a warm person outside office hours. I knocked three times on her door.

“Come in,” she prodded me, her silky voice – music to my ears. “Good morning, ma’am. I’ve corrected the error. I’m sorry for the

trouble I had caused,” I bowed my head.

She simply gazed at me for a full minute before, inviting me to sit down. “I heard you had some gripes about your overtime job,” she fixed me with a vicious stare.

“It was a misunderstanding ma’am. It won’t happen again.” “Are you sure about that?” she persisted.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s great! So, you have no objections to working overtime today?” “None.”

I waltzed back to the office and sat proudly on my chair. Everything was gradually falling back into place. I couldn’t wait for the clock to strike 5 PM. When it finally did, I quickly ran to the shower and changed into comfortable attire; cotton-striped, green t-shirt and faded jeans.

My body was frantically pumping blood more than normal which elevated my pulse rate and respiration. My cock was willing and hard that I was unable to conceal the bulge in my jeans as I knocked on the door.

“The door is open,” came Sophie’s voice.

I entered and was met by Sophie. She dragged me towards the hidden room and shut the door behind us. Before I could say anything, her mouth clamped on mine and sucked the life out of me. I was breathless when she finally let go of me. I kissed her back, more tenderly this time, tasting her mouth, twirling her tongue with my own.

“That’s enough,” it was Katy.

My heart sang out for joy as she pulled Sophie and kissed me in turn. I sucked her tongue and slid my mouth over her soft, yielding lips. Her mouth tasted differently from Sophie’s. Hers had some pristine flavor to it, like lemon candies and fresh strawberries.

We were still standing, her thin dress clinging to her curvaceous figure as I lifted her clothing and kneaded her breasts, and then stroked her cunt.

“Oh, love me, Al,” she guided my fingers to her pussy like she used to. “Now, do what I told you to.”

I strummed her crack gently with my fingers, not touching her clit, while I devoured her mouth. Then I slowly placed her on the bed, undressing her as I kissed her neck, shoulders, and then breasts. I ran my tongue around her tits, massaged them with my fingers but avoided her nipples. When her nipples were upright and ready, I twirled them in my tongue and sucked them repeatedly until Katy moaned in pleasure. “That felt good, so good,” she muttered.

Next, I kissed her abdomen and the areas between her thighs, sometimes allowing my mouth to wander back to her breasts. She was completely naked now and her half-closed eyes and unintelligible murmurs told me I was doing the right thing.

I caressed and tongued her moist pussy, careful not to touch her clit. I ran my tongue up and down the lips of her vagina poking my tongue inside her slit now and then. I was half kneeling, focusing my attention on providing her an oral sex that she would never forget. Be gentle and apply light pressure, I reminded myself.

Sophie had carefully positioned herself between my legs and had started stroking my dick. She fondled my rock-hard penis and sucked it lightly.