Marie tests Dave's Limits

After the recent night Dave had joined Marie and Valerie at Valerie's apartment things hadn't changed much at the office. He was still enamored with Marie, though he did his best not to be too obvious. He also couldn't stop thinking about Valerie, though he barely knew her.

It had felt awkward a few days after that night, but that had waned. It was a busy time at work, with the onboarding of a major new client there wasn't much time for contemplation, while he was at work anyway.

At home his thoughts often went back to that night, it was a recurring fuel for his fantasies.

At work, Marie was all business, and she was the one who set the tone between the two of them. She was work-friendly but didn't seem receptive to some of the flirtations and games she used to play. Perhaps she was tired of him. Perhaps her relationship with her new boyfriend had become serious.

Regardless, he enjoyed being in her presence. She always had a smile, always looked sexy as hell, and was well-liked by pretty much everybody. Though he hungered for more, all in all he had nothing to complain about.

One morning a couple of weeks later, she felt his eyes on her almost from the moment she walked in. Nothing out of the ordinary. He couldn't help himself, she knew. She also knew she looked damn good that morning too, she felt extra sexy.

She had to admit that she didn't mind his attention, though she hadn't encouraged it lately. She was nominally his supervisor, not in any official capacity, but she was a project manager who routinely used his skillset.

Her desk wasn't right across from his, but it was within sight if he turned and looked her way. She could feel him looking. She smiled to herself.

She leaned over her keyboard while still standing. She knew she presented a sight he couldn't resist; she was in her favorite skin-tight jeans. She held the pose for his benefit.

She typed away on her keyboard, messaging Dave on their intra-office messaging app.

Are you staring at my ass?

The app indicated her note had been read.

Dave was startled at reading the note and quickly began composing a response. A denial, a defense, when another note came in,

What am I going to do with you?

He turned and watched her typing for a minute, or more specifically he couldn't help himself from watching her ass as she shifted from foot to foot as she typed.

Was she doing that on purpose he wondered? Another message came in, He read,

Go, Dave. Right now, to the tool room. Think about my ass that you are lusting after, this ass that you are never going to have. Make yourself cum, get it out of your system. Lock the door. Pull those slacks down around your thighs. Stroke that stiff cock and cum for me. Directly down into those boxer briefs that I'm sure you're wearing.

He had stopped breathing. Just when he thought he had regained some control of himself she does something like this. He knew he would never deny anything she asked of him. He reread her note, his palms got clammy and he saw another message come in.

"After you spill into those briefs I want you to pull them up, pull them tight, soaked, and wrapped all sticky around that softening little prick and your empty balls. No snacks for you today."

He read then slowly turned her way. He found her sitting in her chair with it spun around to look in his direction, eyebrows raised. He knew he was blushing, she was one of the only people to ever know of this prediliction of his. She turned back to her keyboard as he watched. A new message came in, he again turned back to look.

"I have a little something to share with you when you get back. You have 5 minutes. Not even a taste! Go! Now!"

It was under 5 minutes later when she saw him returning to his desk. She had little doubt that he'd done exactly as asked. She enjoyed how he would follow her every instruction.

His messaging app pinged just as he got to his desk.

"That was fast! Such a good boy."

He replied, "Thank You." Not knowing what else to say.

His head was hot, he knew he was red in his face, he was glad no one had stopped him on his way back to his desk. He couldn't help but feel the cum soaking his cock and balls, and his briefs.

He saw another message pop up on his screen.

"That makes two of us now. Here's a little secret for you: Jason likes to fuck me most every morning when I'm on the way out the door. He gets a thrill from sending me off to work full of his cum. Think about that.

Jason was her latest boyfriend. He couldn't think of anything else.

He somehow got through a busy day. From that day forward, he found himself looking at her as she came in. He was always trying to decide if she'd just been fucked. From the looks she gave him, she knew exactly the seeds she had planted.

It was week later that she found him in a side office one quiet morning. It was a little room used to store blueprints and contracts. Seldom used and mostly isolated.

"Hi, Dave." Marie was all smiles. "I saw Valerie last night, she asked about you. I haven't talked to her in weeks."

He flushed a bit just at the thought of that night.

"We haven't talked since the night you were there actually," she added.

He wasn't sure how to respond. That night with Marie and Valerie had been magical. It almost seemed like a dream now.

"I kind of wish I had stayed. She said you were a very hungry boy." she paused looking at him, grinning, "She said you ate every bit of your cum from her pussy after she let you fuck her. Is that right?"

She looked into his eyes; he had no response. He was humiliated, though it was all true. At the same time, he felt his cock swelling at her words. Her eyes never left his as she stepped closer, her hand cupped him through his slacks, feeling his excitement.

She felt his excitement. "What is it that's turning you on right now? Hmmm?" then added "The thought of eating all that cum from her, or that I'm calling you out on it."

She squeezed, and he moaned. "Or, maybe, you're wondering if my pussy would taste as good," then after a pause, "it is full of cum right now after all."

The heel of her hand was pressing hard into him, rubbing his cock up and down, firmly but barely moving. The feeling was exquisite! This girl was 10 years his junior and weighed half what he did, but he was putty in her hands.

"Tell me Davy. Does that make your mouth water? Are you a hungry little cumslut?"

He moaned audibly.

"Is that a Yes?" she asked, squeezing a little.

"yes." he managed to get out somehow.

"Yes, what Dave? Say it." She was gripping his balls now and letting him thrust for pressure against her hand.

"I'm... I'm a cumslut."

"MY hungry little cumslut!" she corrected, "Say it"

"Yes Mistress, I'm your hungry little cumslut." The "Mistress" part had just come out on it's own, but he could tell she was pleased.

"Are you going to make a mess in your pants for me?" she asked with a smile, giving his balls another squeeze. He responded with a moan, pressing into her hand.

"You are, and you are going to leave that mess right where it is." she said.

She stood close, her voice barely a whisper. "Does it really turn you on that much?" then added, "Knowing that my pussy is full of Jason's cum right now? Hmmm?"

"Tell me, Davy, You've been thinking about that every morning, haven't you? How Jason likes to send me to work like this almost every day, with his cum dripping into my panties?"

He couldn't find a voice to answer, but he knew the look on his face would tell all she needed to know. She took a step back.

Somehow her pants had become unbuttoned, he glimpsed a pair of lavender panties as she slid her hand inside. He might have imagined it, but he thought he could hear the wetness of her fingers sliding through her pussy.

She brought her fingers to her lips, pushing them into her mouth. Her other hand was back on him, allowing him to press and thrust against her.

Her fingers were glistening as they slid into her mouth. He watched them, sliding past her lips.

Her eyes were on his as he watched. "I don't guess I can blame you, Dave, this is pretty tasty."

She slid her hand back down her belly. "God I'm such a fucking mess, Dave."

She pulled her hand free. She held it up, two fingers were slick up to the third knuckle.

"Say the word, Dave."

"Please" was all he could manage before she slid those fingers over his lips.

His eyes closed. He couldn't believe he was doing this as he felt her fingers push into his mouth. His lips closed around them.

He felt himself go over the edge. It was almost immediate. He couldn't help himself. His hips jerked. His cock began pulsating against her hand.

She immediately pulled her hand from his pants but let him suck on and moan around her fingers sliding in and out of his mouth. She let his cock throb without any contact, mischief was in her eyes on his as she let him make a mess of his pants.

"Valerie said you were cum hungry, she was so right. Wasn't she Davy."

He let out a long low moan, nodding, subconsciously grabbing himself through his slacks.

"Leave that alone, that's enough for today. Be a good boy now."

Her voice was like butter, but she brooked no arguments. She buttoned her pants back up and moved close once again. She gave him a little kiss on the cheek and again ran her fingers over his lips before she turned and left.

He stood there regaining his composure. He found himself wishing Marie would have pushed him to his knees and ground his face into those sticky lavender panties he had only glimpsed. His needs seemed to know no bounds when it came to her.

It wasn't even 9 am. It was another day he wasn't sure how he was going to make it through. He wouldn't have it any other way.