Chapter 2: My moans

Mara

My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to burst.

“What if he’d already plugged it in?”

“What if right now, while I sat here pretending to work, he was watching me on my knees, blindfolded, begging for more like some desperate stranger?”

The loud thoughts made my stomach twist. I pictured his face the way it always was when he caught someone slacking.

But this wasn’t a late report. This was me, raw and shameless, every moan and squirt captured in HD.

If that video spread… my job, my reputation, everything I’d hustled for in this city is gone. I pressed my palms to my desk, trying to steady my breathing.

And deep down, a tiny, stupid part of me wondered what he’d think when he saw it. Would he be disgusted? Or…?

“Okay. Okay,” I breathed in and out.

“Okay. You just go get it back.”

“You go knock on his door and say you grabbed the wrong drive by accident, because people do that, it happens to normal people all the time, and you just…” I preached to myself.

I stood up. Smoothed my skirt. And started walking.

“Just walk in, apologize, and grab it.” That was the plan until his email arrived before I made two steps.

One new message. Marcus Cole. 9:02 a.m.

Subject: “See me.” I read it out a bit loud.

No body text. Nothing else. Just those two words.

I read it three times standing in the middle of the office with my phone in both hands, waiting for more words to show up. They didn’t.

See me.

Not: I think there may have been a mix-up. Not even a please, which would have still been cold but at least human.

Just: see me.

Like I was already in trouble and the trouble already had a shape and a name and he just needed me in the room for the part where he told me what it was going to cost me.

I put my phone in my pocket. Walked back to my desk. Picked up my notebook and a pen because my hands needed something to do. Then I walked down that hallway like a woman who had nothing whatsoever to be concerned about.

I was a terrible liar even in my own head.

“Hello.” I knocked on his office door.

Nothing.

I pushed it open.

My own moaning sound coming out of the projector hit me before my eyes adjusted and got fixated on my show.

I could still taste it all like it was happening right then: I was down in that dim-lit basement room of The Cum Cellar bar, blindfolded tight, completely naked on my knees, with my heavy tits bouncing as I got fucked.

My nipples were already stiff while the men lined up and started rotating through me like I was their free-use toy.

One man growled right against my lips as he kissed me deeply, “Open wide, slut, let me taste that filthy mouth,” while another locked both hands on my heavy tits and squeezed them so hard.

Plap! Plap!! Plap!!!…he smacked them red, then sucked my nipples so rough I moaned loud.

“Fuck yeah, listen to this whore moan for it,” he laughed. “These fat tits were made to get used.”

I worshipped every thick cock that came at me, licking the veiny shafts slowly and sucking the swollen heads sloppily and greedily.

Giving a gluck sound…I gagged myself all the way down to the balls. “That’s it, choke on my dick, you greedy cumslut,” another one groaned, fisting my hair.

The man kissing me earlier shoved in next, “Suck it like you mean it, bitch! Milk that cock dry.” I slurped louder, drool running down my naked chest as I ran my mouth through his shaft.

Different fingers shoved into my dripping cunt, pumping fast, three thick ones curled deep while another rubbed my swollen clit roughly releasing the pressure I’ve been withholding.

“Look at this fucked pussy squirting already,” he laughed. “Cum for us, you nasty little fountain…give it all up.”

My whole body shook hard as a messy hot gush sprayed everywhere, and he just kept fingering me through it. “Fuck yes, drench the floor, slut.”

Then the real gangbang took over: fresh cocks kept rotating in. The first slammed balls-deep into my soaked pussy, pounding me senseless while I laid back-flat on the fucking table while my legs and black heels were widely apart spread in the air.

“You cock-hungry whore,” he grunted, hips snapping with each thrust. Another mauled my tits, pinching my nipples while two men rammed their dicks into me and fed my mouth.

“Suck while he wrecks that cunt,” he ordered. “Gonna fill both holes till you’re leaking.”

At that time, my face was already plastered with thick ropes of massive cum nutted all over my cheeks, lips, and tongue. They all blasted hot loads of their cum on my face one after another.

“Open that mouth wider, take every fucking drop,” the last guy groaned, jerking his dick fast on my face. I knelt there under the blindfold, cum dripping down my chin down to my belly.

They humiliated my body the whole time, but fuck, it felt so good. I was shamelessly and totally in my element until Marcus gained my attention by clearing his throat

He was still standing at the window with his back to me. Jacket still on. One hand in his pocket. He wasn’t watching the screen.

He wasn’t watching me. He was just standing there, looking out at the city, completely still.

He said, without turning around,

“Close the door, Mara.”

I turned silently and pushed the door shut, the click echoed a bit too loud in the quiet office.

I started to turn back when his voice cut through low and firm: “Lock it.”

My hand froze on the knob. I could feel the heat rising between my thighs. Slowly, I twisted the small silver lock. It snapped into place with a soft, definite thud and I stood there waiting for him to speak again.

He still hadn’t turned around.

And somehow, that was the worst part.