To fully enjoy this chapter, please read chapters one and two first. This installment is a continuation of the other two and things will make more sense after doing so. Thank you and I hope you enjoy the third chapter of "Cassie Gets Some Overtime"!
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I wanted Mr. Decker again. Badly. All I could do was think about that man's hands on my body and it was making me excruciatingly horny. The whole situation baffled me. I had never been a very sexual person in the past- I mean, I thoroughly enjoyed sex and I was certainly no stranger to getting myself off, but it was low on the priority list. Now it was all I could think about. It consumed me. He had awoken something in me that I hadn't even known existed. I constantly thought about being fucked. Hard. Mostly, I fantasized about Mr. Decker fucking me, but I also caught myself checking out random men and thinking about what their cocks might feel like buried balls deep in my pussy or stuffed down my throat. I was ashamed of these feelings, but I didn't know how to control them. If anything, they seemed to be controlling me. After I had come down from the euphoric high that I experienced from being taken by two men at the same time, I felt embarrassed. I still had trouble making eye contact with Adam. So I tried my hardest to be strong and not give into the burning desire that threatened to overcome me. I didn't want to become a slave to my own animalistic urges.
Eventually, I broke down. The need was too strong and I realized it was useless to try to resist the inevitable. I needed to be fucked by Mr. Decker again.
I got up for work earlier than usual; I wanted to make sure that I had ample time to shave my legs and my pussy for what I had planned today. I wanted it to go perfectly. I got out of the shower, toweled myself off, and massaged every inch of my body with some lightly fragranced lotion. After blow drying my long auburn locks, I slipped into a black lacy g-string and a matching black lace push-up bra, I checked myself out in the mirror. I thought I looked pretty damn good. The push-up bra made my large tits look even bigger and I could see my nipples through the sheer fabric. I ran my hands down my collarbone and over the mounded creamy flesh. My nipples puckered in anticipation and I could feel my pussy moisten. I desperately wanted to get myself off, but after looking at the clock I realized if I didn't get moving, I was going to be late for work. I pulled on my normal jeans and a t-shirt, threw a few things into my bag, grabbed my keys, and rushed out the door.
The entire work day was agonizing. I was incredibly turned on by what I was going to do after everyone had left for the day and I was extremely self conscious about anyone noticing. I sat behind my computer as much as possible, hoping no one could see my rock hard nipples poking through the front of my shirt. I was so aroused that it felt palpable in the air around me. I did get some odd looks during the day; not only just the normal ogling, but also some looks of confusion like there was something different about me, but they couldn't figure out what. I couldn't wait for the day to end.
The only positive note for the day was that Mr. Decker seemed to be in an uncharacteristically good mood. The blinds were open on the windows that separated his office from the rest of building, as was his office door. If he was one of his normal dark moods, he would shutter himself up in there when he wasn't driving around the site berating the guys.
The day finally came to an end and the guys slowly started filing out. Mr. Decker was out on the site doing his end of the day inspection, as I knew he would be. On a normal day, I would usually be gone by the time he finished it, so I knew it took him at least 20 minutes to a half hour to complete after all operations had ceased for the day.
After about 10 minutes, most of the guys had punched out and were pulling out of the parking lot. I picked up my purse and tried to slip inconspicuously into Mr. Decker's office. As I was slinking over to the door, I saw Adam out of the corner of my eye. He was the last one to punch out. When I briefly glanced over at him, he gave me a knowing half smile and a wink. I blushed, ducked my head, and rushed into the office.
Upon entering his office, I looked out the back window to make sure that my car was the only vehicle remaining in the lot. I was starting to feel very nervous, so I began stripping down to my bra and panties before I chickened out. I wheeled his office chair out to where it would be seen immediately when he walked in the door. I set my purse on his desk and rummaged through it to find my small bullet vibrator, then left my purse open to reveal the 8" neon pink cock shaped vibrator I had brought with me. I knelt on the chair facing the back of it, bending at the waist as much as possible so that my ass was thrust outward.
I turned the small vibrator on and began massaging my clit with it through my already damp panties. A small gasp escaped from my lips when it made initial contact and I felt my pussy gush with wetness. A whispered "Oh God" slipped out and I began to grind it harder against my clit. All of my nervousness evaporated, replaced by sheer lust. All I could think about was the paralyzingly pleasurable sensation on my clit and the need to make myself cum.
It didn't take me long. Within minutes I was shuddering and moaning, my empty pussy spasming around something that wasn't there, but I desperately needed. My legs didn't seem to want to support my body any longer and I struggled to stay upright in the chair. It gradually subsided and I could somewhat compose myself, even though my legs still felt weak.
I heard a noise behind me and when I turned, I saw Mr. Decker standing in the doorway, his eyes dark with desire.
"Please," I gasped. It was barely audible to my own ears, but he entered the office, shut and locked the door, and was on me in seconds.
He pulled my g-string off and I waited for penetration, but instead of his cock, I felt his hot tongue flicking across my wet slit. I whimpered as he reached up a pulled my slick folds apart, his tongue teasing the entrance of my pussy. Seconds later his tongue was replaced by a thick finger thrust suddenly into me. I grunted and then moaned as he began to roughly thrust his finger into me, over and over.
"You are so fucking wet," he growled in my ear.
I turned to look at him. "I want your cock so fucking bad," I panted. "Please! Fuck me!"
He continued to assault my pussy with one hand and with the other, he reached for my hand that was still clasping the small vibrator and guided it back to my clit. I could feel another orgasm beginning to build inside of me and I rubbed the small vibrator hard against myself.
"Oh god! Don't stop! I'm so close!" I shrieked.
He inserted a second finger and continued to pump them furiously into me. That was all it took. I exploded on his hand, my hips bucking wildly.
"Ohhhh God, yes! I'm cumming!" I cried as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. My pussy was now dripping with my own juices. When it finally subsided, I looked back at him and was shocked when I saw Adam and two other guys I didn't know watching through the window!
"We have an audience," I murmured.
Mr. Decker looked behind him. "No, you have an audience! I don't think they're here because of me! Do you want me to get rid of them?"
I thought about this for a second. I looked back at them and even though I could only see them from the stomach up, their arm motions definitely indicated that they were jerking themselves off. Because of me. That thought turned me on. If they wanted to watch me get fucked by Mr. Decker's huge cock, that was fine with me!
I gave Mr. Decker a sultry look. "No, they can watch," I answered in a low voice.
