Olivia wins and Marina visits you

As you’re still recovering from Luna’s visit, Olivia pops in with an energetic, triumphant grin, her eyes flashing with satisfaction. She’s holding up the report you assigned her as though it’s a trophy, clearly proud of her accomplishment.

“I did it, John—and way faster than you expected, didn’t I?” She moves closer, her gaze sweeping over your still-hard cock with a slow, appreciative look that lingers a bit longer than usual. You can feel your cock pulse under her gaze, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip, her scrutiny only adding to the arousal lingering from earlier.

You clear your throat, trying to focus. “Nice work, Olivia. So… what’s the errand you’d like me to run?”

She tilts her head thoughtfully, one finger tapping her chin as her eyes sparkle with playful contemplation. “Oh, I’ll think of something,” she says, her tone light but teasing. “Just the right challenge for you, something to keep you on your toes…” She gives you a mischievous smile, her eyes flicking back down to your cock, which throbs again, almost as if in response to her words. She chuckles softly, clearly enjoying the reaction she’s coaxing out of you. “But don’t worry, you’ll know soon enough.”

With one last glance at your cock, she turns and saunters out of your office, leaving you curious and more than a little on edge.

Just a few minutes after Olivia leaves, Marina steps into your office with a stack of documents in her hand and a knowing grin already playing on her lips. She takes one look at you—still rock hard and glistening after your encounter with Luna—and smirks.

“Well, John, it looks like Luna left quite the mark on you,” she purrs, setting the documents down before letting her gaze sweep over every inch of your exposed, throbbing cock. Her eyes linger, taking in each slick pulse, as her smirk deepens.

“Did she wear you out already, or was that just a warm-up?” Marina teases, sauntering closer until she’s only inches away. Without breaking eye contact, she reaches out and wraps her hand around your cock, her fingers curling tightly around your shaft. She strokes you slowly, deliberately, her grip firm and possessive.

You chuckle awkwardly, recalling Luna’s parting words. “Actually, she said something about ‘excitement’ this afternoon. She mentioned you might’ve told her?”

Marina’s eyes gleam with a knowing glint as she steps closer, her fingers wrapping confidently around your cock, stroking it slowly, deliberately. “Oh, I may have let her in on a few things,” she murmurs, her thumb grazing the sensitive underside, making you shiver. “I couldn’t resist giving her a sneak peek of what she might experience around here once she starts.”

“She may be starting next month, but that girl doesn’t waste any time, does she?” Marina murmurs, her thumb circling your sensitive head, making you throb harder under her touch. “She’s got an eye for this cock, that’s for sure. I watched her film her little video—she couldn’t keep her hands off it. She was handling you like she owned you.”

Your cock jerks in her hand, dripping pre-cum as she continues her dirty monologue. Marina chuckles, clearly noticing the effect her words are having. “I don’t blame her, though,” she says, giving your cock a firm squeeze. “Who wouldn’t want a piece of this?” She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You know she stamped you right here, didn’t you?” Her free hand traces a line just above the base of your cock, where Luna had marked you with the coffee shop stamp. “A little something for all her friends back at the café. Her own way of saying, ‘this cock’s been approved by Luna.’”

Her grip tightens slightly as she adds, “And don’t think I missed that glossy kiss she left on you. A nice little reminder of who had her lips on this cock last.”

She gives your cock another long, slow stroke, her eyes locked on yours as she watches you struggle to keep your composure. “I bet the girls back at the café will be clawing each other’s eyes out to get their turn at delivering coffees to this office. Maybe we should set up a rotating schedule for them, so each one of those pretty little baristas can get up close and personal with this cock.”

As if reading your arousal, Marina gives your cock another rough stroke, thumb gliding across the head and spreading the fresh bead of pre-cum that’s formed. “And don’t pretend you wouldn’t enjoy every second of it, John,” she says, her voice thick with wicked amusement. “You love it when women look at you like this, don’t you? Like a piece of meat they can’t wait to devour.”

As if on cue, your cock throbs again, a drop of pre-cum dripping to the floor. Marina’s smirk widens as she tilts her head. “See? It knows exactly what it wants.”

Just then, the doors to the office swing open, and you hear the voices of two unfamiliar women down the hall. Marina raises her brows, delighted, as she tightens her grip on your cock and tugs on it like a leash.

“Come on, John, let’s not keep our guests waiting. Let’s give them a proper welcome.”

Heart pounding and cock throbbing, you let her lead you out, feeling the rush of anticipation and arousal fill you as Marina’s confident steps pull you towards the next part of your day.