Pressure Her

"How did all that make you feel?" Lauren asked, her shirt rolled and bowed as she crossed her arms against her thick chest.

Tina shifted in her seat, her eyes darting towards Lauren and back towards the ground. "It was awkward and I didn't know what to do. I just didn't want to be there longer than I had to."

"'Longer than you had to'? How long did you stay? Should've been just in and out after seeing something like that, even with a light on and everything you should've had a pretty good picture from the start of what was happening in that room. So you must be leaving something out."

"No, that's all that I remember. I swear."

"But do you think about it a lot, even now you're able to explain it in pretty good detail." She subtly kicks off her shoes and stands in black fishnets. She leans back against the desk then slowly slides her foot towards Tina. "Did you know what they were doing? What position they were in? Did you see how hard they pressed against each other?"

Tina shrunk in her chair, causing her legs to stretch outward, until one met Lauren's. "I'd say you stayed a little while longer, sneaking in to see what was happening. I think you might've been a little jealous. Yes, you never even mentioned the girl's name; that had to be the case."

By now Lauren's foot had slid up Tina's smooth leg, only met with tapping foot for resistance. Tina remained silent.

"You can admit it to me, I understand. It must be quite the the turn on to see your boss fuck someone else, but a disappointment when you realize it isn't you. What did you want her to do to you? What she did to the other girl?"

Tina finally spoke up, her eyebrows slanted like two pieces of a broken bridge. Her eyes focused on Lauren, piercing.

"Of course I wanted that, and I would've let her do anything to me. She's a friend of my mom's, someone who was around the house always growing up. She practically acted as my second mom when mine was away on a work trip. She spent so much time with me, sleep played games, cooked food, and watched movies. And she always held me close. Finally I turn 18 and my mom hosts a birthday party that mainly consists of all her friends; they all chat amongst themselves and I'm left with cousins who are either too young or too old for me to relate to. I go to my room to find my boss inside, stroking this...massive, beautiful cock. I closed my door and I got on the bed with her. We made out heavily until she **** me down on it, I choked, couldn't even take half of it down but she was determined. We fucked hard for almost an hour, and I never forgot it."

Lauren felt the bulge in her panties strain and stress against her fabric. It needed to be free. It needed to breed.

"She told me afterwards I could work for her, get a personal contact for any future careers I wanted to pursue, and most of all--every inch of her cock that I could handle. I didn't need convincing. After a year now, I've only managed to give a few blowjobs in her office, most of which she came on towels or napkins. I wanted that on me, or shoot it inside me. Make me your cumdump. I didn't care."