Warning:
this is a cheating/netorare/cuckold story. If that is not your cup of tea then I urge you to stop reading.
This is a direct sequel of part 1 and the story is based on the The Office : Money - Season 4 episode 7. If you just want context, you can search "Jim and Pam Stay at Schrute Farms" in youtube.
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To Ryan's dismay, Jim stuck to Pam like leech after their bathroom encounter.
Ryan never found himself alone with the sexy receptionist since then. Although it wasn't for lack of trying, as he found himself becoming more and more frustrated as he tried every means to get Pam by herself.
It got to a point where Ryan also got infuriated at Pam as well, she had made no attempt to excuse herself from Jim. In fact, he even thought that she had actually forgotten about their little encounter as she never even so much as glanced in his direction since then.
Unfortunately, Ryan's time at the Scranton Branch quickly came to an end when the New York Headquarters called and asked him to attend a meeting the very next day.
Teeth clenched, Ryan drove to New York. Frustrated that he didn't get the opportunity to fuck the secretly slutty receptionist.
Suddenly, Ryan remembered something and he knew all is not lost yet. He had given everyone at the Scranton Branch a Blackberry to show off his new found status and wealth. Now it is just a matter of finding out Pam's contact number in the New York headquarters.
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A few days later, Jim was curiously eavesdropping to Dwight as he talked on the phone. At first, Jim thought Dwight was doing his usual sales pitch, but it quickly became clear that Dwight was not selling Dunder Mifflin products.
How could he? Dwight was talking about bed sizes and Dunder Mifflin is a PAPER selling company.
With narrowed eyes, Jim stared as Dwight set down the phone. "Are you running a bed and breakfast?"
"No." said Dwight simply.
Jim relentlessly prodded Dwight with questions but Dwight wasn't rising to the bait. He gave Jim one word answers and refused to elaborate.
"Does the Department of Health know about this?" asked Jim, clearly enjoying making Dwight uncomfortable with his questions.
"I AM not telling you anything," said Dwight. He pointedly looked at the camera crew, "Permits are pending."
Jim grinned as Dwight's phone rang again. Relieved to have a reason to not listen to Jim, Dwight immediately picked it up.
It was a mistake.
"Dwight Schrute, Dunder Mifflin."
"How many per room?" asked Pam.
Dwight raised the phone and stared at Pam at the reception desk. "This is a misuse of company phone!"
"It says here you cater to the elderly?" Pam continued, ignoring Dwight's protests.
"Where did you read that?" asked Dwight incredulously.
"Trip Advisor..."
Blood drained from Dwight's face, he froze.
After a few seconds of contemplative silence, Dwight relented. He cannot ignore their questions any longer. Jim had won yet again. Antagonizing the couple further might prompt them to give him a negative review in Trip Advisor. That would mark the end of his flourishing bed and breakfast.
Dwight would later tell the camera crew that he had no choice as TripAdvisor was the lifeblood of the agro-tourism industry.
With a heavy heart, Dwight accepted them as guests at his farm for one night.
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On the way to Schrute Farm, Jim and Pam were making jokes on what they expect to happen. It was a clear attempt to make light of the situation they put themselves in since, in truth, they were quite nervous.
They had good reason to be nervous. It was no secret that Dwight was a little eccentric. He was man known for being hardnosed, ambitious, cutthroat and, maybe, a little psychotic. It's little comfort to Jim that he thought Dwight to be the harmless kind of a psychopath.
So it was a pleasant surprise to Pam and Jim that they had enjoyed their stay at the Schrute Farm so far.
In fact, the weirdest thing that happened during their stay was at the beginning. When Jim and Pam freaked out as Mose, Dwight's never-before-mentioned cousin, ran alongside their car like a serial killer in a slasher flick.
After that incident, if you don't count the unusual overabundance of beets in the house, nothing unusual happened.
Fearful of a negative review in TripAdvisor, Dwight became an amazing B&B proprietor. He was very welcoming and hospitable. He even agreed to read them a bed time story after much prompting from Jim and Pam.
Jim specially looked forward to the bed time story... and soon, so will Pam.
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Several hours past, it was a specially scorching hot mid-afternoon.
Pam was being taught by Dwight and Mose how to plant and grow beets while the camera crew asked Jim for an interview regarding their experiences so far.
Determined to make their stay an unforgettable experience, Pam forced herself to be interested about beets. Even when Dwight brought out a wheelbarrow full manure, she tried her best to be enthusiastic.
Suddenly, Mose started a snowball fight with Dwight. Only instead of snow, they were throwing handfuls of manure. Pam was doing an amazing job of not showing disgust when she felt the blackberry phone in her pocket vibrate.
Pam took out the blackberry and checked her messages.
It was Ryan Howard.
Pam? You busy?
What do you want? I'm here with Jim at Dwight's farm.
I want you. Also when did you guys get that close to Dwight?
Pam nervously looked around. Dwight was furiously running after Mose, both of their shirts splattered with manure while Jim was currently busy giving an interview to the camera crew.
"You know I just realized, this is Pam's and my first night away together. I used to play it over my head and... uh... it was just a little bit different. Maybe a nice hotel or a romantic dinner," Pam heard Jim tell the camera crew.
She quickly made a reply to Ryan.
I can't. Not right now.
Why not?
I told you I'm with Jim.
Up to you. I'm on my way to a hotel in Scranton. I told Michael to have a presentation tomorrow. I'll send you my hotel number if ever you change your mind.
"There's some wine, but wine that wasn't made out of beets. I didn't think Dwight would be involved at all and... uh... I always imagined less manure. I mean some manure... just less," Pam heard Jim finish the interview.
After memorizing the hotel room number Ryan will be staying at, she quickly deleted the text messages before putting the blackberry back at her pocket.
Jim walked towards her with a large grin in his face, he glanced at Dwight and Mose. "Wow... They are enjoying themselves huh?"
"Yeah... uh.. Jim?"
"What is it?"
"Michael asked me to bring a few files to him from the office."
"Pam, we can't just leave," said Jim incredulously. "Dwight might get offended and who knows what he'll do when we go to sleep."
"He says it's urgent," said Pam apologetically. "You know Michael's been acting a little weird. I'd like to help him somewhat."
Jim was clearly unhappy at thought of leaving Dwight's farm. Contrary to what he said to the camera crew, he was enjoying his stay at the Schrute Farm immensely.
Pam couldn't help but smile. This was perfect.
"Jim, you can stay here. I'll take the car, and I'll be back before dinner."
Scowling, Jim thought about what Pam said. It didn't take long before Jim nodded and gave Pam little peck in the lips.
"Alright, be safe."
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Ryan had just finished taking a shower when he heard a loud and impatient banging on his door.
Guessing who it was, Ryan checked how he looked in the mirror before covering his lower half with a towel. He opened his door with a bright smile in his face.
Standing outside his door was the beautiful receptionist of the Scranton Branch.
The broad and welcoming smile slowly changed to a look of horror as he stared at Pam. She was not all how he had imagined. He had imagined that she would be wearing a cute little summer dress since she she came from a farm.
Instead, Pam was wearing a green sweater paired with a black shirt, a decidedly unsexy pair of black pants, and a dirty looking rucksack to cap it all off.
The choice of outfit wasn't even the worst part for Ryan... it was the smell.
Ryan scrunched his nose. "What the hell is that smell?"
Pam stared daggers at Ryan before wordlessly pushing pass him.
Without looking back at Ryan, she went straight to the bathroom. "I'm gonna take a shower first," said Pam, there was a tone of finality in her voice.
Ryan was thinking of following her in but the lingering odor made him think otherwise. Instead, he fixed the queen sized bed and laid on it.
Despite being very excited at the prospect of finally sleeping with Pam, the two and half hours of driving to reach Scranton from New York took a toll in Ryan. As he laid in bed, listening to the pitter patter of the shower, he fell asleep.
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"gluk, gluk, gluk, gluk, gluk..."
A smirk appeared on Ryan's face when he woke up. He knew that sound and he knew this feeling. It's the same sensation he had missed so much.
When he opened his eyes and looked down at secretly slutty receptionist, Ryan couldn't help but swear.
"Fuuuck...."
Pam Beesly's reddish brown hair, still wet from showering, was spread out, covering both his legs as she vigorously sucked his cock.
