"Are you sure...are you sure the door is barred?" Steve whispered to Keri, as he drove himself into her from behind.
"Y...yes...just do it!!" the desperate woman urged.
The pair were locked in a janitorial closet in Shapley's Department Store, where Keri's husband Eric worked. The beautiful Asian woman's plan had been to shop in the mall the store was attached to, then pick up her husband and go home. That was the plan, until the now-familiar heat started to rise in her blood and bones. She knew what that meant.
She had already met up with her husband, who was not quite finished work for the day, but then had to quickly excuse herself to text Steve. Making up an excuse to her husband that she was going to quickly meet up with a friend in the mall before she and Eric went home, Keri had dashed off to text Steve to get his ass over to the mall right away. It was lucky for her that Steve, too, was done work and had been on his way home.
When Steve found Keri, she was already sweating and grabbed his shirt, looking both ways down the hallway to make sure no one saw them enter the closet.
"Quick..." Keri urged. "I...I need it...quick..."
Now, Keri was leaning face up against the wall of the closet, holding on to utility hooks above her head, mini skirt flipped up and panties pushed to the side. Steve was buried to the hilt in the slim woman, thrusting away so hard that he was lifting the frantic woman's hips up and down in a powerful rhythm that was picking up speed. The thrusting was helping to arch the woman's slim back and jut her small but shapely breasts out forward. On the upstrokes, Keri's right leg was being lifted off the floor and her left, raised to its tiptoes. The woman had accidentally injected herself with a chemical while in Steve's house that caused her to become uncontrollably horny, then addicted to the semen of the next man to inseminate her. That man had been an extremely reluctant Steve.
"UUuuuhh, uuuuhhhh, aaaaahhh" Keri panted, losing control over herself with the heat of the addiction beating through her slender frame. Steve wrapped a hand around her face to cover her mouth.
"SSshhh...hun...sshhh..." Steve urged. "We've got to be quiet."
[I'd better finish her off quick,] Steve thought. [The last thing I need is for someone to open this door and find me buried in the manager's wife in here...]
With a few final thrusts that slowed in pace but increased in force, Steve began to empty himself in the woman's tight body.
"HHhhuuuunnnnnn!" he groaned, as pulses of his hot male essence washed up into the woman, causing her own orgasm to flare bright inside her whole body.
"HHHaaarrrrnnnngggggg!" Keri yelled, or tried to yell, but instead bit the scream off by biting down on Steve's fingers, still held tight over the slight woman's mouth.
"OOooowwww!" Steve quietly growled. "Shit, Keri, you almost bit my fingers off!" he complained, rubbing the sore digits with his other hand, while partly collapsing forward onto the woman.
Keri forced Steve off her by straightening up, releasing the maintenance hooks and pulling her skirt down. Steve's cock had fallen out of the woman, trailing a wet line of semen.
"Well next time don't stick them into my mouth, you son of a bitch!!" the woman angrily hissed, straightening the base of her panties to cover her hot, but sated womanhood. Steve's seed was being absorbed deep into the woman, and had begun to quench the burning in her blood.
"I swear to God, you're an asshole!" Keri ranted. "You must have fucking done something to me! Why do I feel like I'm going to burn up every few days if you don't pump a load of semen into me?? What the fuck did you DO, you prick?? My husband's cum doesn't even help with that!"
"I told you, honey, I don't KNOW what happened!" Steve lied. "You've just gotta keep this quiet or we're both dead!"
"Fuck, I HATE you!" Keri growled, at war with herself in her own mind. She hated having to cheat on her husband to sate her burning needs, and hated that she was compelled to seek out Steve, her husband's friend. But at the same time, she desperately needed to keep their secret, or risk losing her only access to the one thing that could make her feel better when the hot addiction slammed into her.
"Now quick, get out of here," Keri urged. "I'm sure Eric's waiting for me in his office upstairs by now. And don't let anyone see you on the way out. You prick."
[Shit,] Steve thought, slinking out of the mall into the parking lot. [When these women need it, they really need it]. He thought of the other two women who had been injected with the drug, Stacy, his 19 year old neighbour, and Maria, a lovely Latina wife and mother. He attempted to recall the schedule he was trying to make to handle the women's addiction needs. [I just did Stacy in my bedroom yesterday...] Steve thought, [so she's ok for a couple more days. Maria I probably need to see tomorrow...]
A few days later, Steve was at his desk at work, going over sales figures for the last quarter.
"Geez..." Steve's work-friend Dave said from the desk beside him, "Turnbull will have a fricking conniption. These figures are pretty bad..."
"Yeah," Steve agreed. "We'll hear about this."
Russell Turnbull, C.E.O., was the company's boss, one of the richest men in the city, and a complete tyrant in the workplace. He believed the only way to keep workers working hard was to constantly beat them down with threats and an acid tongue. As he entered the office at 11 AM, the 20 or so employees on the 10th floor could all see by the thundercloud expression on Turnbull's face that this was going to be another scorcher of a day.
