Infected by the shadows: The head of a bank on his way to work

Clark always needed a bit until he reached his work, one of the bank-branches in the city and he passed the time usually with his notepad, scrolling through the news and a bit of music. He used noise-cancelling earpods, so he could focus completely on himself and the electronic hardware before him and not get bothered by anyone.

Clark noticed the arriving at the central-station only because the train was getting empty there nearly entirely. He needed to go three stations more, because the bank he worked for was just a hundred feet away from the stop. He didn’t watch outside and scrolled a bit tired through the news-sites, until something wandered over his skin, like a gust of wind. He blinked confused, but didn’t pay attention after a second.

‘Probably just a little windy outside,’ Clark thought as the train moved again.

But something was different now. He could smell it…a wonderful smell in his nose, something he knew, but he couldn’t assign properly. He frowned and tried to determine the smell, but nothing of his ideas matched properly.

As Clark reached his destination, he packed his notepad and the earpods away and took his briefcase. He left the train and moved towards the nearby bank building, still with this strange smell in his nose. As he moved, he felt something different too: a constant itch at his chest and stomach. Clark tried to get rid of it by rubbing his chest, but nothing happened. The itch was kinda under his skin and wandered down in his stomach and in his lap. He also felt very hot, like he had sat on a heater the entire journey. What was wrong with him?

“Morning,” he greeted the employees at the counters of the bank as he stepped in his workplace.

“Morning Mr. Reuther,” a few of them answered, as Clark made his way up a staircase into the office-floor.

He felt sicker and sicker with every step, but he still couldn’t think about it properly. If he really was ill, he would have noticed it in the early morning. He opened the door to his private office and placed his briefcase next to the great meeting-desk.

Today was an important meeting with all the managers of the company and he couldn’t afford to cancel it because he was feeling a little bit strange. He took of his jacket and put it in the little wardrobe next to his actual desk. In there was a little mirror and as he saw his face, he paused for a second.

Clark always had a problem with acne in his puberty and the scars of the biggest problems never really disappeared.

Until now.

He touched his skin, usually a bit rougher, now perfectly healthy and pure. He also looked younger now. He was still in his best years, but the little grey in his black hair and beard had disappeared entirely. Confused, he touched himself, still smelling this strange scent in his nose.

A knock on the door made him startle and he hastily closed the door.

“Come in?”

The door opened and his secretary, Miss Valerie Collins, came through the door, in her hand a bunch of files, folders and papers.

“Morning, Mister Reuther,” she said a bit breathily. “It took me a while to get all of these. That are the notes and contracts you’ll need for today's meeting.”

She put all of the files at the desk and looked up. Clark stared back. He always liked Valerie, she was a young ambitious woman, good looking with her hazelnut-brown eyes, brunette hair and a beautiful face. But Clark never had seen more in her than a competent colleague.

Not until now. As if her appearance was the trigger for the itch in his stomach, he felt his cock erect and his mind was filled with the strong desire to fuck Valery right here on the table. He closed his eyes, trying to banish the image of him fucking her in all possible positions right now, but it didn’t help. He imaged her naked body and felt his cock push against his trousers, his length trying to break free and fuck Valerie’s pussy.

“Mr. Reuther?” he heard her voice. “Everything alright?”

Clark opened his eyes. Valerie stood before him and eyed him frowning.

“I…ehm, yes, Miss Collins,” Clark said, searching for words. “I just feel a bit strange today. Maybe…just tired”

“Should I bring you a coffee?” Valerie asked friendlily.

Clark nodded and turned around to his desk. He heard the door open and close and Valerie’s steps moving away from the office. But Clark’s fantasy just had gone wild now. He pictured himself sitting in his chair, while Valery moaned on his lap, bouncing naked in front of him.

‘She will be the perfect woman just for you,’ a voice in Clark's head said temptingly. ‘She won’t be able to resist your cock.’

Clark tried to ignore the voice but his cock was harder than ever in his life and he could feel his member throbbing in his pants. The desire to cum was flooded with every other feeling in his brain and he could feel his blood boil in lust. The door opened again and Valerie entered, a cup of coffee in her hands. “Here, you’re welcome,” she said and placed it on the desk.

“Thanks, Miss Collins,” Clark said clearing his throat. The urge to fuck was so dominant now and he could feel his cock poking at his pants, so he had an enormous tent bulged.

“Anything else you need help with?” Valerie asked politely.

Valerie’s smile faded as Clark turned around with a grim face and grabbed the young woman at her shoulders. Ignoring Valerie’s protest and her shocked face, Clark pushed his secretary down until she was kneeling in front of his pants.

“Mr. Reuther!” Valerie whimpered. “What…” But her words were swallowed as Clark's cock jumped out of his trousers and shoved in her open mouth immediately. With a strong hand, Clark pushed Valerie’s head in his lap and as her lips embraced his fat length he groaned satisfied.

“Yes, that’s better,” he grumbled and pushed his hips more into Valerie’s welcoming warm mouth. “Suck on it, Valerie. Milk my cock with your lips.”

Valerie’s resistance against Clark’s strength crumbled with every second she tasted his cock. For half a minute, she tried to resist the virus that filled her body now as well, then she lost all rationality or thought against Clark and his cock. Instead of struggling, her hands started to open her blouse and reveal breasts that got bigger with every second Clark stared at them.

“Leave your clothes on,” Clark demanded softly, petting her brunette hair. “We have to stick to etiquette.”

“Please…mmh…Mister Reuther…mmmh…” Valerie moaned between her noisy slurps. “Please…fuck me…mmmh…”

“Bend over the desk,” Clark ordered and Valerie immediately followed his wish. “Put these on,” Clark said further and gave Valerie her glasses she had stuck in her blouse. She put them on and looked at him with a seductive smile.

“Anything else I can do for you?” she cooed.

“Bend over,” Clark repeated and unzipped his shirt a bit, it was way too tight now. “And don’t scream. We want our little private time.”

“Yes, Mister Reuther,” Valerie cooed obediently and pulled her panties under her skirt down. “Everything you want. Just fuck me hard.”

“It’s Clark for you,” Clark said as Valerie bent over the desk and looked at him with face full of anticipation and desire.

“Clark,” Valerie purred. “Please. Fuck my tight little pussiiiiieh!”

Valerie had to shut her mouth with her hand as Clark pushed his thick cock inside her and started to thrust inside her. Valerie needed a moment to gather herself trying to be as silent as possible while Clark started to fuck her tight wet pussy very hard. She looked over her shoulder, spreading her legs further on the desk and moaning softly, her eyes filled with lust and desire.

“You are so tight, Valerie,” Clark groaned, his blood boiling in ecstasy. “You are my favourite already.”

“Please Clark, fuck me all the time now,” Valerie gasped. “I want you hot thick cock inside me every second.”

“We’ll see what I can do,” Clark chuckled and rammed his cock inside his secretary with no mercy. “I will fill that tight pussy of yours with my seed.”

“Yes, cum inside me, darling,” Valerie moaned happily, her body shook from Clark and the orgasm she experienced. “I want it all. Fill me up! Cum inside as much as you want!”

“Here it comes!” Clark gasped. “Don’t make a mess! Take it all, sexy!”

He felt his semen explode out of his cock and thrusted a few times with throbbing cock inside Valerie slowly. The brunette secretary moaned happily and stroked with her finger over her pussy as Clark sat back on his chair, his cock leaking cum on his trousers.

“It tastes wonderful,” Valerie commented as she licked over her cum-smeared fingers.

“Clean me up, my dear,” Clark said softly and Valerie obeyed slipping from the desk to the ground and taking Clark’s cock back in her mouth. He let her do the blowjob but already thought about the next steps with her, imagining him in dozen positions and smiling satisfied. This would be a very promising week that was for sure.