CHAPTER 6

I rubbed myself harder, circling my clit fast while my other hand squeezed my breast and pinched my nipple hard. “Fuck… Zane…” I gasped. I pushed two fingers deep inside my tight, soaking hole and started fucking myself with quick, desperate strokes. Wet, filthy sounds filled the quiet office as my juices coated my fingers and dripped onto Zane’s desk.

My hips bucked wildly. My heavy tits bounced with every frantic thrust of my fingers. I imagined Zane walking in right now and seeing me like this, naked, legs spread like a desperate slut, fingers buried deep in my dripping cunt, moaning his name while I fucked myself on his desk.

It still was not enough. I added a third finger, stretching myself wider, pounding harder. My thumb rubbed my swollen clit in fast circles. Pleasure built so fast it made my legs shake. I was so close, but I needed more. I needed his cock destroying me.

Guilt tried to creep in again, reminding me of Brad’s hands squeezing my tits just minutes ago, but lust drowned out everything else. I leaned back further on the desk, legs trembling, tits bouncing wildly as I fingered myself faster and harder.

“Zane… please… I need your cock…” I moaned, my voice raw and broken. “Come fuck me… fill me up… make me your dirty little slut…”

My pussy clenched hard around my fingers. I was right on the edge, dripping everywhere, when I heard footsteps in the hallway.

I was so lost in my own heat that I barely noticed how frantic the footsteps sounded. My fingers stayed buried deep inside my soaked pussy, thrusting fast and hard. I squeezed my heavy tits roughly, pinching my nipples until sharp pleasure mixed with pain. Loud, desperate moans spilled from my mouth as I imagined Zane walking through that door any second.

“Ahh… yes… fuck…” I gasped, my voice already breaking.

The footsteps grew louder and stopped right outside the office. The doorknob twisted. My heart jumped with wild excitement. I closed my eyes tighter, my fingers moving even faster inside my dripping cunt.

“Zane… baby, I need you so bad,” I moaned loudly, my hips bucking against my hand. “Come fuck your dirty little slut… please… I’m so fucking wet for you…”

The door opened. Footsteps entered the room. I was too far gone to open my eyes. My legs stayed spread wide on the edge of Zane’s desk, my tits bouncing as I pulled hard on my nipples.

“Zane… don’t tease me… come here and fuck me hard… I need your thick cock stretching me… ahh!”

A strong hand suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers out of my pussy. Before I could react, a much bigger, rougher hand replaced them. Thick fingers slid straight into my soaked hole and started rubbing my clit with fast, confident strokes.

I moaned even louder, my body instantly moving with the new rhythm. Zane knows my body like the back of his hand. He knew just the right spot to touch. I kept squeezing my tits, pulling my nipples while my hips rolled desperately against his magical hand.

“Yes… just like that… fuck… don’t stop… mmmhh!” I gasped, my voice raw and needy.

The fingers rubbed faster, pressing harder on my swollen clit. Pleasure built so quickly it made my legs shake violently. I was right on the edge, my pussy clenching tight around his fingers, juices dripping down onto the desk.

Something felt different. The rhythm was faster than Zane usually did when he knew I was about to cum. Harder. More aggressive.

My eyes flew open.

A male nurse stood between my spread legs. His eyes were dark with lust. His hand was buried between my thighs, fingers rubbing my pussy fast and rough. His cock was rock hard, bulging obviously against the front of his nurse uniform.

I was too close. My body had already passed the point of no return.

I tried to speak, but only a broken moan came out. My legs stayed wide open, my mouth hanging open in shock. A total stranger was about to make me cum right on Zane’s desk.

I could not push his hand away. I could not tell him to stop. The pleasure was too strong.

He rubbed my clit even faster, his fingers slick with my juices, circling and pressing in perfect, merciless strokes. My whole body tensed. My tits bounced wildly as I gripped the edge of the desk.

“Oh fuck… I’m cumming… ahhh!” I cried out, my voice cracking.

A powerful orgasm crashed through me. My pussy clenched hard and I squirted violently all over Zane’s desk. Hot squirt sprayed everywhere in messy jets, soaking the papers, dripping onto the floor, and running down my thighs. I gripped the desk so tight my knuckles turned white, my body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave ripped through me. Loud, shameless moans tore from my throat. “Fuck… yes… oh god… I’m squirting… ahhhn!” My pussy kept pulsing and squirting.

When the orgasm finally started to fade, the male nurse slowly pulled his hand away. He looked at me with a small, satisfied smile. Without saying a word, he brought his wet fingers to his mouth and licked my squirt off them, tasting me shamelessly, his tongue dragging slowly across his skin.

Then he reached behind me, picked up a file from the desk that Zane must have asked for, and walked out of the office without looking back.

The door clicked shut behind him.

I sat there completely naked, legs still spread, chest heaving, my squirt puddling on Zane’s desk and dripping onto the floor. My mind went completely blank for a few seconds.

What the hell just happened?

I had never squirted that hard in my entire life. The orgasm had been so intense it left my legs trembling, my pussy still twitching, and my whole body buzzing.

But then the reality of it all slammed into me like a truck.

A stranger had just walked in, taken over my body, and made me cum harder than I ever had before, right here in Zane’s office, on Zane’s desk. I had spread my legs for him. I had moaned like a whore. I had begged for cock while a man I did not even know fingered me until I squirted everywhere.

My stomach twisted violently. My skin suddenly felt too hot and too cold at the same time. I looked down at the mess I had made, the wet streaks on the desk, the puddle on the floor, my own juices still dripping from my swollen pussy.

How could I let that happen?

I slid off the desk on shaky legs, my knees almost buckling. The weight of what I had just done pressed down on my chest until it felt hard to breathe. I had crossed another line. A much worse one this time.

I quickly grabbed my clothes from the floor and started dressing with trembling hands. My mind kept replaying the moment his fingers took over, the way my body had betrayed me completely, the way I could not even stop myself from cumming all over a stranger’s hand.

I did not know who I was becoming anymore.