The Notes - Part Three

It had been three days since I had been on my knees on the cold, concrete, floor of the storeroom. Three days, since I had felt the hot spurt of his cum glide down the back of my throat. His tangy, salty, taste had covered my tongue. I?d heard nothing from my secret note giver since he had kissed my forehead and left me, naked and satisfied, surrounded by mops and cleaning products. I chuckled to myself when I remembered the irony of doing something so down right dirty in a room designed to hold items that clean. My heart fluttered in my chest when I thought about the note that had told me I was to wait for him. My sex had contracted and tingled when I read I was to suck his cock. My plan to strip naked and wait, kneeling for him, had come to mind as soon as I read his note. I had quickly applied my new lipstick, bought especially to impress him, and rushed to the storeroom. I hadn?t anticipated that he would?ve kept me waiting so long. I knelt; my knee?s going numb from the cold, hard, floor. My world in darkness from the blindfold; I could hear everything so much more clearly. Colleague?s voices seemed desperately close and I was terrified that someone other than my mystery man would walk through the door and discover me. When I finally heard the door open, my body froze with fear. I held my breath and waited to hear the outraged cries of someone discovering me. When I heard the intake of breath, my body tensed. I was terrified, yet my pussy was Erzurum Escort streaming out juice more than I had ever known. I heard the door close and the unmistakeable sound of the door being locked. I smelt his heady masculine scent. He walked closer and knew it was my man. All the fear had vanished, replaced with a burning desire to wrap my lips around his cock and show him how grateful I was to play his game. I loved the feel of his cock pushing deep into my throat, the thrilled panic of being unable to breath, but I trusted him and knew he wouldn?t put me in any danger. I know how silly that sounds; I didn?t even know who this man was, but something told me that he only had my best interests at heart. Well, that and his own primal desire to control a woman for mutual pleasure. I shook my head to clear the thoughts of the storeroom out my mind and picked up the queue cards from my lap. I read through them, while I waited outside the conference room. I was about to give my presentation and interview for the panel. It was the hardest interview I had ever had to give. It didn?t help that every time I looked up at the projector screen, instead of seeing the facts of my presentation, all my mind kept replacing them with was the notes instructing me to strip. The boss of the company, Mark Anderson, was sitting in the position at the desk where my naked arse had been placed, only weeks before. Thoughts of my admirers tongue plunging Erzurum Escort Bayan deep inside me filled my mind every time I looked in that direction. Was it a coincidence that Mark was sat there, or that his hands kept stroking across the smooth, wooden, surface of the table? Somehow, I managed to get through the interview and despite the odd stumble on words; I think I?d done alright. I?d seemed to particularly impress Steve, who was head of accounts and as seen as that was where the new position was for, I was feeling happy with how I?d done. Mark got up and showed me to the door, while the other members on the panel continued to jot down notes. In my hurry to get out the door I dumped into Marks tall frame and dropped all my papers on the floor. I bent down to pick them up, but stopped midway back up, gasping lightly. ?What?s wrong?? Mark enquired. ?Oh, it?s nothing. I must?ve just stood up funny,? I lied. I rushed out the room, then turning and looking down at Marks shoes again, before he closed the door with a bemused look on his face, caused by my behaviour. Luckily I had an important client meeting across town that I had to rush off to after my interview, so I hadn?t had time to dwell on my discovery of Marks chosen foot wear. It had been a busy day, so all thoughts of my note sender were out of my mind. That was until I returned to my desk after the meeting. You did well in your interview. I think that Escort Erzurum deserves a reward. Look in your desk draw. I tentatively pulled open my draw, checking over my shoulder to make sure no one was around. Inside there was a small black box, wrapped with a red ribbon, tied in a bow. I removed the box from my draw and slowly untied the bow. My hands were shaking when I lifted the lid. Inside there was a vibrating egg. My stomach clenched and my breath caught when I realised what he was going to do with me. My computer pinged to notify me I had a new Skype message. I can see from the colour your cheeks have gone, that you?ve worked out what I am going to do. I knew by that point it would have been a fruitless exercise to look around and see if I could see someone watching me. And if my suspicions were correct, the man in question was somehow watching me from the comfort of his office. Slid the egg inside that soaked pussy of yours. I started to pull my panties down to remove them, when the computer pinged again. Leave them on, just slid it inside you and leave those sexy panties on. I did as instructed and was shocked to find the ease at which the cold, pink, plastic, egg slid inside my wet pussy. I pushed it all the way in, so that only the small removal cord was peeking out from between my glossy lips. Suddenly, the egg buzzed into life. I gripped hold of the arms of my chair, as the vibrations rippled through my system, setting every nerve ending alight. I bit my lip hard, supressing the urge to moan out. My nails dug into the plastic arm of the chair when he increased the speed of the vibration. Pull one of your breasts out from within your shirt and pull on your nipple. My mind was awash with conflicting emotions.