This is a spin-off of the "Her awakening" series. To get the background on the main character, Jake, you might want to go read those. At least read chapter 11. Please feel free to comment on any of the stories, feedback is my way of knowing if the readers are enjoying my work. Thanks for all the comments in the past.
Goamz86
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Jake entered Trisha's office and stopped in front of her desk. Trisha looked up and froze. She had seen him in her office many times before, but not since he had turned her in to the cock hungry whore she was last night. He looked down and smiled. He leaned over and placed both his hands on her desk. His face was right in from of Trisha's.
"Hello slut." He said with a wink.
A chill shot down her spine, and her pussy began to tingle. Realizing where she was, she immediately stood and hustled to the door to close it. Turning around she looked at him and said with a stern voice, "Not here. I am an executive here and you are a subordinate. When we are here, we must keep a professional relationship."
Jake approached her. Now standing in front of her, he reached out and grabbed one of her tits roughly. Then he grabbed the other. Her nipples spontaneously hardened and became visible. He began to tweak them through the sheer blouse she had on.
Trisha's body betrayed her good judgment and she let out a low moan of pleasure. Jake noticed it and pinched harder. Trisha just closed her eyes as her head fell back and she soaked up the pleasure.
"That's what I thought." He said to her. "You nasty old slut, you talk a big game, but what you really want is to be a cum loving whore."
Trisha's pussy was betraying her too. It was becoming increasingly wet by the second. Jake's words and his manipulation of her hard nipples were too much for her. Her body was tingling and she loved it.
"You like it when I play rough with your tits huh?" He teased, as he continued abusing her knobs.
Trisha could only moan an approval.
"Are you wearing panties?" he asked.
Trisha nodded her head.
"Take them off." He ordered her. Taking a step back, he let go of her tits.
Trisha sprung back to reality and slowly raised her skirt high enough to reach the waste band of her underwear. She bent over and removed them. Jake grabbed them from her and noticed the wet spot on the smooth silky material.
"Look how wet you are you nasty old broad." He scolded her. "Lick them clean for me."
Trisha took them from Jake and licked the crotch clean of her deposit. She had tasted her own fluids many times before, but usually from some guys cock, not her own panties. The naughtiness of the act spurred her arousal further. Her pussy began to drip.
"I'll be back when your secretary goes to lunch, be ready to swallow my cum." He told her. Then he grabbed the panties and headed for the door. Just before he reached it, he turned and said, "You will not wear panties to work anymore. If I check and you have them on, you will be punished, understand?"
"Yes." She replied.
Looking at her chest, he could see her nipples clearly poking through her blouse.
"And, unbutton another button on that blouse; I want to see your nice cleavage." He told her.
Trisha did as she was told. Looking down, the sight of her own tit flesh and the though of people staring made her pussy tingle again.
Jake stuffed the panties in his pocket. "See you at lunch slut." He quipped as he opened the door and exited.
Trisha returned to her desk and tried to get back to work. It was useless. She was too aroused. Once again all those exciting, yet horrifying feelings from her past ran through her. She tried to reason them away, but she knew it was hopeless. She knew what she was deep down inside, and apparently so did Jake. She was just a cum loving, cock wanting whore. All she could think about was sliding Jake's big, fat, hard cock into her mouth and sucking it until his cum shot down her throat. Her pussy was so wet now, she was sure she was leaving a wet spot on the back of her nice skirt. Not wanting to have that happen, she stood up and pulled her skirt all the way up to her hips and sat back down. The cool leather of her chair hit her ass and pussy making it even hotter. She couldn't take it anymore. She reached down and parted her lips with her finger. Leaning back, she slid a finger inside her hot hole. She slid it in and out a few times. She moaned and the sound of her own pleasure startled her back to the present and made her remember she was at work. She stood and dropped her skirt into place. Reaching in her top drawer, she grabbed the key to the executive washroom and hustled out of her office passed her secretary.
When she reached the door to the restroom, she fumbled with the key. She was shaking with excitement. She opened it and rushed in. She didn't even go to a stall. There were only two other women with a key to this room, and Trisha took her chances that no one would come in. Standing in the middle of the tile floor she faced the mirror and lifted her skirt. She pushed two fingers into her dripping gash and found her clit with her other hand. While pumping her digits into her sloppy cunt, she fiddled vigorously with her swollen clit. She watched herself in the mirror. She opened her blouse and pulled her full, round tits out of her bra. She squeezed them hard with both hands and watched in the mirror at the sight. She pinched one nipple hard and plunged her fingers back into her sloppy cunt. The look on her face and the desire in her own eyes, brought her orgasm slowly to the surface. She bit her lip hard and quietly squealed as she felt the monster take over. As the beast consumed her, she still fingered her clit and pinched her nipples. The orgasm rocked her and she rode it to its conclusion, and then it slowly subsided. She almost collapsed on the floor.
Breathing deeply as though she had just run a race, she stopped pinching her nipple and rubbing her clit. She stared at herself in the mirror, as she caught her breath. Her skirt was all wrinkled and still had not dropped all the way down into place. She could see most of her thighs still. Her blouse was unbuttoned to her stomach, and her tits were spilling out of the cups of her bra. "What a total slut I am." She thought to herself. Then she rebuffed her own thought by saying out loud, "Yes you are, but oh how I have missed these feelings."
She collected herself and returned to her desk. As she walked past Debbie, her secretary, Debbie noticed she was a bit disheveled. Trisha sat down at her desk and again tried to work.
A few moments later, Debbie walked in.
"Are you OK?" she asked.
"Yes, Why?" Trisha replied.
"Well, you have been really quiet since Jake left your office, then you rushed by me, and when you returned, you looked like maybe you were upset. Did he say something to upset you?"
"Oh no, just have a few things on my mind." Trisha assured her.
Debbie was nearly the same age as Trisha, and they had become close friends as well as business associates. They confided in each other about many things. Debbie was divorced, and the two of them had helped each other through many hard times.
Debbie was not as attractive as Trisha and her tall thin frame and lack of curves did not afford her many male companions. Since her divorce, she had been pretty lonely. She had gotten more satisfaction from her own hand and her stock pile of dildos than any man since her husband left. Trisha had told her of her relationships and Debbie had yearned to be touched by a man the way Trisha described to her many times in the past
Debbie knew something was bothering her, but since Trisha had not confided that anything was wrong, Debbie surmised that it had to be man related. However, that didn't make sense. "Did it have to do with Jake?" She thought to herself. "Was he her man problem? Is she seeing Jake? He is so young"
Trisha looked at Debbie in her deep thoughts. Petrified that she had figured it out, Trisha asked her what she was thinking so hard about.
"Nothing." Debbie replied. "I just remembered I have an e-mail I need to send out right now." With that, she left the office.
Trisha was confident that Debbie had not read her actions too closely. She followed her to the door and closed it. Leaning against it, she remembered the feeling of Jake touching her and her trip to the ladies room. She let out a sigh and returned to her desk as the tingle in her loins sparked up again, and persisted until lunch.
Debbie returned to her desk and many thoughts raced through her mind. Jake was a good looking young man. She couldn't believe Trisha was having relations with him. She imagined the two of them doing it and she shivered with excitement. She imagined he was strong and powerful. She could imagine him sweeping Trisha off her feet and making good love to her. The moisture in her panties got her attention and she came back to reality. She shook the thoughts from her mind and got back to work.
When it was time for lunch, Debbie asked Trisha if she would like to go get something together. She hoped to grill Trisha about her suspicions. Trisha politely declined and said she had some work to do, but asked if Debbie would bring her something back. Debbie agreed, and left.
No more than two minutes after Debbie left, Trisha heard the door to her office close. She looked up and saw Jake standing in the middle of her office.
"You ready to suck my cock slut?" He asked her.
Without a word, she rose and walked to him. Dropping down to her knees, she opened his pants and swallowed his still limp manhood.
"That's what I thought." He told her. "You have been waiting all day to have my cock in your mouth haven't you?"
Trisha moaned a yes and just sucked harder. His cock grew rapidly in her mouth and soon it was sliding down her throat. She massaged it with her hand and sucked it hard and fast. Jake grabbed her hair and encouraged her.
"Oh yea, suck my pole you slutty old broad. Make it hard so I can fuck you like the whore you are."
