Pam worked the long plastic shaft in and out between her legs as she lay on her bed, her back arched and her body contorted as she relived the previous Friday's events. She fantasized that she could still taste Michael's cum but her jaw was still slightly sore from when she was getting gouged by Michael's cock. Roy was in the shower singing horribly and Pam was doing her best to block that out. She stuffed the long black dildo into her as far it went and gasped at the sensation. Completely aroused she shoved two of her fingers up her own ass to stimulate herself further. Her body shuddered wildly for 30 seconds straight as she slowly rocked herself back to normality as her brain registered the sound of the shower turning off. Roy stepped out and was in the room within a second. Having no time, Pam quickly pulled her fingers out of herself but had no choice but to leave the thick dildo rammed inside of her.
"Hey babe, are you ever going to get up today?" Roy asked on his way into the closet to change.
"Just a little tired from yesterday," Pam replied as she eyed her fiancé.
Pam quickly reached down and removed the slick plastic rod and wiped it clean while putting it back in the shoebox under her side of the bed. She then stepped out from under the covers and fell straight to the ground because she forgot her panties were down around her ankles.
Embarrassed but relieved that Roy didn't notice, she got up and went to shower before work. As hot water steamed down over her glistening body, Pam remembered what she and Michael had done last Friday and a rush of panic came to her. She worried about how Michael would react today as he was horrible at keeping secrets. She smiled at herself as this was a story that Michael would surely be doubted on. She hoped he would keep his mouth shut and who knows, there may be something in it for him if he does, Pam thought.
Stepping out of the shower, Pam grabbed a towel and dried herself as she stood in front of the mirror examining herself. She did her usual maintenance and bodily cleaning and was reaching down under the sink for some toothpaste as she felt two rough hands grab her hips roughly from behind.
"Don't move," Roy grunted as he spread her legs open slightly wider.
"Roy! I'm getting ready!" Pam gasped completely surprised and annoyed that her horny fiancé had decided to mount her without warning. "Stop it, I have to--,"
But Pam was cut off when Roy's already hardened member was roughly forced into her pussy. When mounting her, he gruffly pinned her to the sink and mirror as she succumbed to the big man's muscular frame. Pam just had to stand there bent over and take it as her fiancé grunted louder and louder as he pumped in and out of her. She winced as he popped his knee up on the sink and really started to attack her like a feral dog, grunting like a madman possessed. Pam's head was getting slammed into the mirror as she struggled to remain on her feet from the brutal pumping.
He started really thrusting harder as the grunting got more maniacal and was coming closer to climax. Roy roughly fondled Pam's breasts and sloppily rubbing her clit as he rammed her. She closed her eyes and waited for him to finish, there was just no way to stop him when he was in this type of mood.
"Get down on your knees," Roy grunted at her as he pulled out and forced her in that position anyways.
"Roy, I just took a show--" Pam got out before the first white hot rope of Roy's semen hit her square in the face, dripping from her forehead down her nose to her mouth. The first blast was immediately followed by a few more splashes as Pam's face and hair were soon covered in hot white cum that dripped down her deeply reddened face to coat her breasts and thighs.
"Oh Babe, I needed that," Roy chuckled as he tousled her hair.
Pam silently watched as Roy turned and left the bathroom. Fuming, she started the hot water again and stepped back into the shower to wash herself off as she thought of ways to get back at Roy. It was bad enough that he had been out drinking both nights of the weekend, but she found another phone number in Roy's pants. It was probably from some stripper or skank he met out at the bar, Pam decided. She was slowly starting to accept that she wasn't all that attracted to Roy anymore. Preoccupied with her thoughts, she finished showering and stepped out. She then quickly got ready for work, choosing her usual demure attire. By the time she had grabbed a cup of coffee, Roy was honking the horn from the driveway yelling at her to hurry.
The ride to work was quick and pulling into the parking lot the events of yesterday rushed back at her all at once. She instantly blushed as panic started to set in. What would Michael do? What should I do? She decided to act like nothing had ever happened with Michael, and the usual office dynamic of the employees not believing a word Michael says would naturally continue. They both exited the car and made for the building.
"Roy, Stop!" Pam turned and exclaimed after he squeezed her ass as he went around the side of the building to the loading dock. "Jim! Good morning!" She beamed as she caught sight of an odd looking Jim Halpert. He was acting nervous and didn't make direct eye contact.
