John Delivers Supplies

John quietly stocked the supply closet smiling to himself. He could already sense the growing arousal and sexual tension from their mail delivery. The Idol understood the importance of controlling here, muting most chances of any alarm being raised, and John, Mark, as well as Janice were important in its corruption bringing the souls that worked here to a slow broil of temptation before stewing them in seduction and pleasure.

“Excuse me, can you pass that toner cartridge.” John smiled gently at the woman before reaching for one of the boxes she was pointing too. She had gray hair tied back in a bun, and a pale face wrinkled with many years of laughter and smiling. Her body maintained a slender form, well what you could see of it beneath her business suit.

“Be careful, this new brand we've gotten is prone to bursting.” John remarked helpfully opening the box and pulling out the toner cylinder for one of the more elaborate photocopier printer models in the building. Handing it to the woman gently by its ends he discarded the box wondering just how the Idol would manifest through such an innocuous object.

Watching the woman hustle off John smiled to himself closing the supply closet. That was the third one down, before long there wouldn’t be a pen around here that didn’t ooze suggestive thoughts as its ink took to paper, if not skin.

As he pushed his cart towards the elevator he paused at the break room on this floor. Peering in he could see no one present. With a casual stride John strutted through the room pausing to run a hand slowly, and seductively over the microwave. As he finished channeling corruption into it he continued with the coffee maker and water cooler.

“Everything ok?” Turning to the door John fumbled for a moment at a loss for words.

Looking over the woman in her early thirties John couldn’t help but imagine her bouncing wildly on his demonic shaft. “Yes, everything is wonderful.” John enthusiastically replied, noting the wonderful chocolate hue to the woman's skin. “I was just taking in the subtle beauty of design in the water cooler. We all too often overlook the complexity of design elements in the everyday things we use the most.”

“Last I checked we didn’t observe architecture in mass produced objects like water coolers.” Charlotte responded walking over to the k cup rack and frowning in contemplation on which flavoured coffee to decide on.

“True, but as soon as the mass produced goes into the world the experiences that pass over it changes it. Scratches, dents, slight design defects, all stories to be queried.” John continued smiling to himself as he stepped over to his cart.

“That’s reading a bit much into things.” Charlotte replied, tossing the k cup she selected into the corrupted coffee machine unaware of the corrupting influences swirling around her. She turned away from John being thankful for her dark skin hiding the blushing she could feel as a randy thought traversed her mind.

She paused for a moment to contemplate. Charlotte felt perplexed as she couldn’t recall ever having such a brazen thought, trying to discretely shift her bra under her shirt she jumped in surprise when she turned to find that quirky sexy guy right behind her.

“Take this pen. I assure you will find it more unique, and desired than any like it you’ve had before.” John entreatied holding out the now gold embossed pen as if it was some sacred relic.

As Charlotte took hold of the pen she felt a sudden chill, something didn’t feel right, but a sudden urge to keep the pen close took hold. “Thanks. I’ll let you know if this pen truly exceeds my expectations.” Charlotte replied flirtatiously. She face palmed after seeing the mail guy leave, wondering just what was she doing. As she put the pen down on the counter to reach for her mug she felt a conflict she couldn’t put her finger on. As her mind tried to figure it out her hands scooped the pen up mindlessly and slid it into her shirt, it’s clasp hooking her blouse as it hung between her buttons.

Feeling that things were no longer a miss, Charlotte grabbed her coffee, quickly taking a sip of the hot beverage to ward off the sudden warning chill that traversed her soul.

John continued his rounds, offering new pens and pencils cheerfully as he flaunted his pheromones about the office. As he approached the service elevator he paused. John could only smile, his ears could pick up the unmistakable wanton moan.

Looking up and down the hall he checked to make sure no one was watching as he opened the door and stepped through.

“OH MY GOD!” The slender Asian woman seemed to jump to her feet and try to obscure her face scrambling to disappear from what she was doing as her brown co-worker scrambled to withdraw his erection into his pants.

Stopping the woman escaping through the door John looked commandingly at her, “WHAT are you doing?” He ordered sternly causing the already timid girl to stutter momentarily as she tried to think of something quick.

“I couldn’t help myself the idea seemed to come to me from a letter I read, and then there was some talk and one thing lead to…” The Asian girl rambled on as her co-worker interrupted.

“Its my fault sir, I **** her into this and she just sort of…”

“No, no, no. That doesn’t answer my question.” John light heartedly silenced the duo, turning to the short Asian girl. “I asked what you were doing.” As a moment of silence passed John continued, “Look, I don’t mind what you were doing, but is it fair not to finish the job? Are we not all expected to do our tasks fully and completely.”

Tia tried to keep averting her eyes and staring down. She didn’t know who this guy was or where he came from. This whole scenario had her flustered, she had grown up in a strict Japanese house hold. She had more honour than to be sucking some random cock in a stair well. She was supposed to be better than to fool around with co-workers beneath her standing.

The letter came back to mind, she hadn't seen it dropped off, but as she read it she felt herself growing hornier, new thoughts and ideas began to circle in her head and excite her. As she chit chatted with Rajivh awaiting break they both seemed to veer along the same path of innuendo and perverse challenges.

Tia could hear Rajivh and the guy talking, she was thinking about the excited hurry into the stair case, the warm firm cock presented before her, the feel of it on her tongue. Gazing around awkwardly Tia couldn’t help but notice the large bulge beneath John's belt.

Her eyes seemed to be stuck on it, her mind wondering if it was real, soft, or hard. Tia could feel her mouth watering and her mind getting excited at the prospect of the possible cock beneath those pants. Her curiosity was screaming for her to reach out and fondle the bulge.

But this wasn’t her. She wasn’t some loose harlot looking to excitedly drop to her knees at the slightest chance of getting to play with a cock. Oh how she was wishing she was, she could have two cocks here… All to her…

“So what do you think Tia?” Rajivh asked summoning her back from her conflicting trains of thought.

“Huh?” Tia uttered, looking up dazed. Her timid shock at being caught here had faded as the letter and thoughts of cock circled in her head. One hand had stopped a few inches shy of cupping John's bulge, the other blindly wandering behind her looking for Rajivh’s.

“Do you want to stop, have him just leave us, watch us, or something else?” Rajivh asked her, seeming very cool and relaxed with the options that lay on the table.

Tia wanted to run. Something was telling her this was all wrong.

But she did kind of want to finish blowing Rajivh’s mind. Show him she could be adventurous.

Her curiosity screamed to be watched, it excited her with prospects of being jerked off to, maybe seeing that cock, maybe blowing both cocks.

Her mouth watered, her body was on edge with fear, adrenaline and excitement. She could feel herself lusting after being more sexually liberal.