Writing my blog about that morning's events drove me wild. I imagined Nick reading it, knowing my deepest inner thoughts about the experience and it made me insane with desire again. I was getting used to being horny on a near-constant basis, it consumed my every thought. Every move I made brought thoughts of Nick to my mind. Would he approve? What would he have me do in this situation? The excitement of what was to come each moment of everyday was my driving force. What would my next lesson be?
When I was finished writing, I opened the video in my email and began eating my lunch. The video showed a young girl stuffed with a dildo and an anal plug, then tied to a chair and a ball gag was put into her mouth. Two men then proceeded to fuck an even more beautiful woman on the bed in front of her, ignoring her completely.
The woman's moans of pleasure were driving me wild, but even more intriguing to me was the young girl writhing and squirming in the chair, wanting release. She bounced up and down on the dildo as much as she could, but I knew the feeling too well. She would not be climaxing and her cries were desperate and angry. Nick would not have approved of her behavior. If he put me in that situation, I would be expected to sit quietly and control myself.
My latex panties felt as if there was a puddle in them, waiting escape. If I gyrated my hips at all in my chair, they grazed my naked labia and made me moan with desire and frustration. The dildo was firmly inside of me and pressed against my cervix. It was a pleasurable pain that I was beginning to crave. I wanted a cock inside of me, pounding at me with force. Watching the men violate both of the woman's holes was torture. I wanted to be her so badly. On the inside, I mirrored the wild young girl tied to the chair. But outwardly, I tried to maintain my emotion and appear as calm as possible. Nick was, after all, trying to help me master self control.
When I was finished eating, I sat back and let the video finish. Watching the two men squirt their cum all over the woman's body made my mouth water. It must have felt amazing. I took a deep breath as I licked my lips and bit my bottom lip. Control. I opened my email and saw a new message from Nick.
Page,
I have a delivery that needs to be made. Come to my office.
Nick
I closed the email and walked to Nick's office, praying that the wetness wouldn't start oozing out of my panties.
I closed the door behind me and smiled at Nick, "Yes Sir?"
Nick held out a large manila envelope for me. "Take this and deliver it to Mr. Harding's office on the 14th floor. He's expecting you."
"Yes, Sir." Nick wasn't accompanying me? I began to feel nervous.
"And Page?"
"Yes, Sir?"
"Do as Mr. Harding asks you. He'll report back to me. And remember that you are not allowed to cum under any circumstances, is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Make me proud." He smiled and went back to his work.
As I walked to the elevator, my nipples jutting out so that the old woman behind the front desk looked at me disapprovingly. I blushed with shame and turned my back to her while I waited for the elevator.
On the 14th floor, I asked for Mr. Harding's office at the front desk. The girl glanced at my nipples and pointed me in the right direction. I saw her roll her eyes with disgust before she went back to her headset and phone lines. I felt humiliated without Nick. Other women were judging me just as I had judged women before. I knew what they were thinking. But ... weren't they right? Wasn't I a whore seeking male attention? But this felt different somehow. I was learning to serve men, not devour them one after another for conquest. Of course, Nick and I were the only two people who knew this or would understand it.
Mr. Harding was a handsome man, though a bit short for my taste. He had an air about him that bothered me. He was arrogant. He was younger than Nick and cocky in a way that made me think he never heard the word "no."
"Come in." He gestured toward me as he finished his phone call.
I stood in front of his desk as I had not been told I could sit. I waited as he eyed me up and down as if I were a piece of furniture he was thinking of purchasing. When he hung up the phone he told me to come around the desk. "Let me look at you." He leaned back in his chair and tapped his chin with his forefinger. "You have a delivery for me?"
"Yes, Sir." I held out the envelope and he took it, tossing it on his desk.
"Take off your shirt and your pants."
"Yes, Sir." I began to undress, desperately wishing I could tell him "no" and walk out. His cocky attitude made me want to slap him and the thought of his hands on me was not arousing. I was embarrassed to have him looking at my nipples jutting from the tailored bra.
"Take off the bra, too."
"Yes, Sir." Whatever pride I had left was quickly being squashed. I couldn't tell him "no" or Nick would hear about it and I would be punished. The punishment wouldn't be nearly as bad as Nick being disappointed in me.
When I was standing in front of him wearing nothing but my latex panties, I could tell he was intrigued. He reached forward and cupped my crotch, rubbing the slimy latex into my labia. I moaned a little at the sensation, despite the despicable man touching me. He made little circles that zinged at my clit and made me jump. If I came, I didn't want to imagine the consequences.
"Take them off." Mr. Harding looked like a kid waiting to unwrap a Christmas gift. I could see his stiff cock jutting out beneath his pants.
"Yes, Sir." I peeled the latex down slowly, letting the dildo slide out of me before I let them drop to the floor so I could step out of them. Mr. Harding looked as if he was licking back drool from his bottom lip.
In a split second he stood up, bent me over and slammed me down onto his desk. I felt him finger my pussy, "What a wet cunt Nick's got his hands on." He licked his fingers and tasted my juices. "Too bad I don't have time to eat that pussy. I love a wet one." He unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. "I'm gonna fuck that cunt and show you what a real man feels like."
