Yesterday, Jo finally showed up to work around 10AM. She immediately sat at her computer and avoided looking at me. She was red faced with shame, but (more interestingly), her aura gave off burning signals of arousal. She texted me through the internal messaging system.
“Don’t talk to me! I should report you to HR for sexual harrassment.”
“I suppose you could,” I wrote back, “but it’d kind of be hard to prove I’ve done anything, right? You invited my girlfriend to your place and had sex with her.”
She looked up at me and glared, but I could detect a small jump in her already-high level of arousal. She held my gaze as if waiting for something. Maybe an apology? Or something else?
I decided to make a gamble on “something else.”
“Get up,” I said out loud, holding her gaze.
She started, probably feeling the rings’ effects on her sensitive bits. She squirmed in her chair, not following my command.
“Look,” I said, “I can keep this up all day. You’re going to have to get up at some point, and the longer you wait, the longer I talk and the more… difficult it’s going to be for you…”
She let out a whimper, then tried speaking, but all that came out were moans. Her arousal shot straight up and I thought she was going to climax right on the spot.
“S-stop,” she managed to blurt out. She lifted herself off her chair with effort, her legs trembling, her thighs pressed together. “Oh my fuck…” she said, shutting her eyes and trying to maintain control.
I just watched her for a few moments, this tall, beautiful girl, full of lust and unable to do anything about it. I realized I wanted to have sex with her, and she with me.
“Tell me what you want,” I ordered. “Tell me the ONE thing you’d like me to do to you right now, if we weren’t at work.”
Her breathing was heavy and her forehead was covered by a sheen of sweat. She shook her head, biting her lower lip and raising one hand to grope her left breast.
“Tell me,” I insisted. “I’m going to keep on talking until you–”
“Fuck me!” she blurted out. “Fuck my ass against the wall!”
The thought brought her over the edge. She gripped the edge of her desk with both hands and gritted her teeth as her body was rocked by a small orgasm. She squirmed and moaned, then sat down again, eyes shut, trying to catch her breath.
I let her sit there for a moment until she opened her eyes again and looked at me.
“Fuck you,” she whispered.
I don’t know if that was a threat or a promise, but I’m sure I’ll find out shortly.
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
11 thoughts on “Blog: Jo’s Rings (VIII)”
Urazz
I get the feeling that while I do think Jo will end up having sex with you (maybe even you and Martine at the same time for extra fun), I get the feeling that she’s going to leave after that and like transfer to another town or something. She doesn’t strike me as someone who likes to lose control like that or else she would’ve had sex with you long before now I think, especially after she had sex with your girlfriend.
Gallstone
This was… unkind.
Jaycee
Yeah, I agree, I didn’t deserve that last “fuck you.” Not after all the pleasure she got. 😉
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
N.C. Weber
You’re playing with fire, right there, dude. Careful you don’t get burned.
Jaycee
“Well, what could possibly go wrong? I’ve got the upper hand, here.” *
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
* Famous last words.
Gallstone
0_0 … You have actually Invoked Doom in a work of fiction.
Jaycee
That’s the kind of balls I have. 😉
Also, I’m not superstitious. The odds don’t change because of what I say. 🙂
–Jaycee
; I’m doing it.”
Gallstone
But YOU are heard by faeries…
Fant
It’s about time. I think you need to grab this ball and run with it. Frankly you’ve had an open door the whole time that you could’ve been going in and out of right now.
Yeah, I see what I did there.
Do her. Often.
Jaycee
You sound just like Martine.;)
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
Urazz
Nah, I think Martine would want to be in on the action with you. lol
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