Pam Gets Packed Pt 02

Pam nervously paced across her small apartment while biting at her thumbnail and occasionally glancing at the clock on her microwave.

6:19

Pam sighed impatiently. It had barely been an hour since she got home but had felt much longer as she waited for Packer to get there. Part of her wanted to lock the door and turn off the lights. Part of her wanted to leave. Another confusing part of her was tentatively excited to see how the night would go.

She glanced around her apartment as she paced and felt momentarily embarrassed. No one except her parents had even seen it yet. She kept avoiding Penny's and Isabel's requests to hang out.

The walls were mostly still bare and the few pieces of furniture she did have barely seemed to fill the small space. The depressing feeling of it suited Pam just fine at the moment. She didn't think she'd want to be used by Packer in a place that felt like home.

6:47

Pam approached the front door with a fresh batch of butterflies active in her stomach. She slowly kneeled down near the door before quickly standing back up.

I can't do this. I can't just wait on my knees like...like some sort of whore.

She took a deep breath and tried again. She dropped back down to her knees as her snug skirt squeezed against her hips and thighs. Pam made it for three minutes before losing her cool and scrambling to her feet once again.

I can't.

6:51

As the clock inevitably advanced towards seven, the butterflies in Pam's stomach continued to increase in number. Her nerves and anxiety were at an all time high. She thought of imbibing in some liquid courage but didn't trust herself to pour wine without spilling it on herself.

The nervous receptionist began pacing again.

6:58

Pam figured Packer wasn't going to be late. He had been making passes at her and checking her out for years. He wasn't going to miss out on any time that he could be using her with.

Using me...ugh did I really say that? What did I even mean by that?

6:59

Pam briefly thought about kneeling again but just couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead she half sat and half leaned against the arm of the cheap couch she had gotten at a second hand store after moving out of her old place with Roy.

Her hand fidgeted with the gold unicorn necklace she'd had for years as she waited for the door to open.

7:01

It didn't take long. Just as she'd suspected. She heard footsteps stop outside her door briefly before the knob turned and in walked the last person she ever thought would be in her apartment.

Pam's stomach turned unpleasantly as she watched Todd Packer stride through her door with a shit eating grin plastered on his round face. As if he couldn't believe his luck that the shy little secretary with the banging body finally wanted his dick. She'd been on his list for a long time.

"Thought I told you to be waiting on your knees," Todd said as he swung the door shut behind him and took off his suit jacket.

"Umm...uh I just thought that..." Pam nervously stammered and fidgeted with her necklace even more vigorously. "Do you want uhh...a drink or something?"

Pam's face burned in embarrassment as she lamely tried to play host to the crude salesman she had asked to come over and use her. She briefly found herself wishing it was Jim who had just walked through her door and the thought made her angry. He left. He left her and wasn't coming back. Well she could do something that would make him angry too.

"What I want is that pretty little face of yours looking up at me," Packer said.

Pam hesitated to listen. She was completely in over her head. Her sex life with Roy wasn't what anyone would classify as adventurous. Not even in the early days. She couldn't even remember the last time they had done it anywhere but in bed. The thought of kneeling down in her foyer to presumably give Packer a blowjob was foreign and intimidating to her.

"Let's go bitch. I've been sporting a half chub since you begged me to take you for a spin."

Something about being called a name got Pam moving. She stood from the couch and approached Packer before slowly dropping to her knees in front of him. She stared at his shoes and tucked her bangs behind her ear. She expected to hear the sound of a loosening belt and descending zipper, but heard nothing until Packer spoke.

"Get me out."

Pam's cheeks burned at the direct command. This was it. There was no turning back. Todd Packer was going to have his way with her. Todd Packer's cock would be only the second one she had ever seen in person. She gulped and worked up all the courage she had. This was supposed to be Jim. Not Todd fucking Packer. The anger at another thought of Jim fanned the flame of her desire to do this. The entire reason she had wanted Todd to use her in the first place.

Pam reached out with her delicate artist's hands and began to work at Todd's belt. It was a bit clumsy to undo a belt from the ground but Pam finally managed before undoing the button and slowly dragging the zipper downwards.

"Mmm...that's right bitch...pull out that dick. Time to meet the real Packman."

Pam usually hated the word bitch in general, but it somehow made her a bit more confident in letting Packer have her. She knew he wasn't going to take it easy on her and that's just what she wanted.

Pam used her long fingers to grab Packer's waistband and pulled down his pants and boxers together. Packer's cock was revealed and drew a wide-eyed gasp from Pam. It wasn't quite to the proportions of a pornstar, but it was the largest penis that Pam had ever seen. Where Roy was decidedly average or maybe a bit below, Packer's cock was thicker and a bit longer.

The sight of a brand new cock sent Pam's butterflies twirling and tumbling once again except that they had begun to migrate further down and what Pam had classified as nerves earlier began to shift into horniness. She might have hated the man attached to it, but with a dick like that she could immediately see why he got so many women.

The shy receptionist reached out a hand and wrapped her fingers around Todd Packer's rapidly hardening cock. Her long, nimble fingers barely made it all the way around his shaft and it looked like both of her hands would just barely cover the entire length.

"I'm not looking for a handjob," Todd's voice broke through her fog of awe. "Let's see that little mouth of yours do something besides answer phones for a change."

Pam had obviously known that had been coming, but it still startled her to hear. Her instinct was to not let her mouth anywhere near Todd Packer's package, but she was ignoring those instincts tonight. She just had to keep reminding herself of that.

Pam was no stranger to giving a blowjob. They were one of Roy's favorite things for her to do. However, they were usually brief. Pam had a feeling that Todd would be anything but.

Pam shifted on her knees slightly to get a bit more comfortable. Her skirt moved up her pale thighs a bit as she leaned forward. With one final internal reminder that she wanted to be used, Pam Beesly's lips wrapped around Todd Packer's cock.

The immediate groan that left Packer's lips once Pam's lips touched his cock made her stomach turn. It wasn't a sound that she ever thought she would want to hear, and it still really wasn't, but in her current state of mind it somehow managed to help get her turned on.

Pam set to work using her typical blowjob routine that Roy had always seemed pleased with. He hadn't exactly been hard to please and Pam figured that's how most guys were. However, it very quickly became clear that Packer was not going to be satisfied with some normal sucking. After just a couple minutes of Pam timidly moving her mouth back and forth on his cock, Packer took control.

Having the secretary on her knees with his cock in her mouth was a victory he was proud of, but she asked to be used and Packer intended to deliver.

He dropped a hand down to the top of Pam's head and gathered a fistful of her hair. He pulled her head back slightly until his cock fell from her lips and forced her to look up at him.

"Damn that's one boring technique you got there," Packer sneered as Pam blushed.

He used his other hand to grab his shaft and slap it onto Pam's upturned face. She squeezed her eyes shut at the feeling of it covering her face.

"You want to be used right?"

Pam moved her head up and down in the affirmative.

"Then. Open. Wide," he said, punctuating each word with a slap of his cock on Pam's face.

Packer slid his cock off her pretty face and once she followed his direction he shoved it past her lips as deeply as he could.

Pam immediately gagged at the intrusion. Packer was definitely the largest cock she had ever been faced with and his initial thrust went deeper then Roy's cock ever had. Packer didn't give her a break. He pulled his cock out slightly and pushed it right back in even a little further.

Pam's eyes began to water at the sensation as she tried to adjust as best she could and control herself from gagging. She focused on trying to breath through her nose as Packer continued to push further in. To her humiliation, spit began to run out of the corner's of her mouth and create rivulets of shame down her chin.

"Yeah bitch," Packer grunted. "Your mouth feels great."

It wasn't like Pam was in any position to reply so she just kept her eyes shut as Packer's cock got closer and closer to bottoming out in Pam's porcelain throat. The spit building on her chin began to drip onto her blouse as Pam Beesly's mouth continued to be used by Packer.

Just as Pam began to get a little used to her mouth and throat being used the way it was, she felt her nose push up against Todd's lower stomach as he finally bottomed out in her mouth.

"Fuck yeah," Todd growled. "Look up at me."

Pam's cheeks burned once again. She was starting to worry they might never go back to normal with how much she kept blushing. The receptionist, still dressed in her modest, slightly ill-fitting office clothes, slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Todd Packer's face. The smug, self-satisfied look on his face nearly made Pam gag again, but she managed to hold it in.

"Right where you belong."

The traveling salesman suddenly pulled his cock out of Pam's mouth. Long strings of saliva stretched from it to Pam's mouth. Pam took her chance to breathe normally while she could.

"Get over here against the wall," he ordered.

Pam clumsily scooted over to the blank white wall in her entryway that Todd was pointing at and tried to kneel close to it. Packer grabbed her head to help position her and unceremoniously shoved his still hard cock right back into Pam's throat. The back of her head bumped against the wall and she felt her barrette push into her scalp.

"Unbutton your shirt."

Reaching up with clumsy hands, Pam fumbled to find her buttons and began to undo them as Packer kept his cock buried in her mouth. The fact that Todd Packer, and not Jim, was going to be the first guy from the office to see her without a shirt on was not lost on Pam. It twisted her stomach in an uncomfortable way, but that was exactly what she wanted. She had wanted to be used and Packer was delivering.

She finally pushed the last button through its loop and her striped blouse opened slightly exposing a shadow of her light pink lace bra.

"Take it off," he said as he began fucking Pam's increasingly messy face again.

Pam struggled to obey as the resumed face fucking made it more difficult to find a grip on her blouse. She finally managed to slip one arm free and before she knew it her work shirt was in a pile on the floor next to her.

"Uhh...fuck yeah," Packer grunted out as he continued to ram his cock in and out of Pam's mouth.

As his pace increased, Pam placed her palms on his thighs in an attempt to slow things down a bit. She focused on trying to relax her throat and on keeping thoughts of Jim at bay. That was a lot easier while a slimy traveling salesman's cock was filling her throat.

Packer continued to use Pam's mouth for a while. Pam lost track of time as her mouth, tongue, and throat were used to Packer's content. Lewd sounds filled Pam's apartment. Sloppy gurgles, rushed breaths, a muffled gag or groan or moan mixed with an occasional thump of the back of Pam's head hitting against the wall and wet slaps of Packer's cock against Pam's tongue, lips, and cheeks. Her chin and chest continued to get covered in more and more of her thickening drool and spit as Packer took his time with her face.

He didn't simply fuck her throat, he used her entire face. He buried his cock in her throat and held it there until Pam desperately needed air. He used his cock to smear Pam's own drool and saliva all over her face and slapped his member against her cheeks, forehead, and lips. He slipped back between her glistening and slightly swollen lips and finally began working up a steady pace in her mouth.

"Gluck, gluck, gluck," obscenely emanated from Pam's throat in time with Packer's thrusts.

Pam had no idea how long Packer had been using her face. Taking what he was dishing out and trying to breathe whenever she could took all of her focus. She had never felt so used or so low. She truly felt reduced to a sex object and was surprised with how much she was enjoying it. Thoughts of Jim were as far away as they had been since back before the booze cruise. Back when she still naively thought they were simply best friends.

Pam felt Packer's grip on her hair tighten and readied herself for him to finally cum down her throat. Instead he pulled his cock out of her mouth and used his grip to keep her head in place as he slapped his cock coated in Pam's thick saliva onto her tear streaked face once again. She could only close her eyes as he rubbed his dick all over her face and interspersed it with heavy cock slaps.

He pushed the tip of his cock back between her lips and into Pam's cheek. Her cheek bulged out to the side lewdly as Packer held his position. Pam looked up at him and both hated and loved the sight of Todd Packer of all people using her mouth however he saw fit.

"Let's see if those tits live up to the hype," he said as he pulled his cock free and finally let go of Pam's head.

She immediately sucked in a deep breath and used the back of her left hand to wipe some of the spit and drool from her face. When she first toured her apartment she never would have imagined being on the floor in her entryway with her shirt off, her face a mess from a sloppy blowjob, and Todd Packer standing above her with his drool covered cock hard as steel.

It was a much different image than the cute movie nights she had imagined sharing with Jim.