Chapter 83 – Overstimulating

I completely freeze. This cannot possibly be happening. Trapped underneath Mal’s desk, my hands wrapped around his girth, while he invites an important client in. An important client that not just eighteen hours ago had me bound and gagged at a costume party for hours on end. An important client that is directly attracted to me and would love nothing more than to replace Mal in my hands.

This. Can. Not. Be. My. Life.

As I hear Art come in and take a seat, not two feet behind me, I see Mal’s hand sneak down and take hold of my wrist. My face scrunches up in silent protest as he starts guiding my hand into action, jacking him off, while he and Art start talking about bank accounts, overseas stocks, and other investments.

Soon enough Mal gets the hint that I’ll continue my job of pleasing him and he withdraws his hand, leaving me alone with the task literally at hand, literally staring me in the face. I try to work out how to handle this odd situation, but with the stimulation of the panties still echoing through my soul and my nipples still being buzzed, I find it hard to concentrate. There’s just too much going on and too many things to consider.

I have to keep jacking off my boss, but I don’t want him to cum as it will go right in my face. I could point him to shoot elsewhere but it seems my choices are limited to my forehead, my nose, my lips, my chin, or maybe if I bend Mal painfully, either of my ears. I need to keep quiet in order to keep my presence a secret, but any move I make to try and get comfortable either bumps my head against the keyboard drawer or my ass against the modesty panel. I need to get these stimulators off, but I can’t move my arms enough to remove my hands from Mal’s privates, let alone get them into my bra or panties. Mal evidently wants me to keep working on him but I’m positive he doesn’t want to cum in front of a guest but at the same time I’ve never given any thought on how to prolong a hand job, just how to quicken his release.

While my mind continues to circle all these problems, all these buts, the nipple stimulators cut out making thinking suddenly much easier. Without the panties or nipple stimulators driving me mad, I can now focus on what I’m doing and not what’s happening to me or the orgasm that I do desperately want but just as desperately don’t want here or like this. First and foremost, I slow my actions down. I can already feel Mal squirming slightly in his expensive chair and probably only had a couple minutes before he erupted. That solves where he’ll cum and him cumming in front of a guest. He won’t. Next, I relax my thighs and back, allowing me at least a bit of comfort without banging around the confined space. With my ass now resting against the modestly panel I finally drop the idea of getting the stimulators off as that isn’t a thinking problem, it’s a physics problem. There just isn’t room. Until Mal backs his chair up, I’m more or less stuck in this position.

Not being rushed to my own orgasm and slowing down enough that I feel Mal isn’t being rushed to his orgasm, I’m able to listen to the conversation going on above me. It takes me a moment to catch onto the topic as they’ve moved off finances and started talking about… me?

Art’s voice is quiet and I can’t catch everything he says but he’s clearly referencing the party last night, “…so they chose something from the Handmaid’s tale. The commander’s uniform was… and it really made me feel cool. I thought I’d see Paris walked out dressed like a… you know, in those elegant blue ones? But that didn’t happen. Next thing I knew… chained to the one in front of...”

Art goes on and I end up listening to a third person’s view of my humiliating experience. Mal interjects his opinions occasionally, but I slowly realize that Art is leaving out the fact that I was bound up under that dress and bonnet and gagged and collared under that facial wrap. As Art talks about his experience at the feeling up competition my attention is called back to my task at hand. I hadn’t even noticed Mal’s hand sneaking back under the desk until he’s cupping my face and rubbing his thumb over my lips. When he’s been touchy feely like this before I’ve been able to adjust my own position to avoid anything more intimate, but that’s not an option now and I soon enough find his thumb working its way between my teeth and into my mouth.

With a roll of my eyes, I lightly clamp my lips over his thumb and start sucking and licking on it. Unexpectedly Mal pulls his thumb free only a moment after I begin my tongue massage of it. When he rubs it over the length of his cock though, I get his underlying silent message. I’ve been jacking him off for like ten minutes now… dry. Sadly, I can empathize with how that must feel and take sympathy on him. Removing my hand from his balls I struggle to bring it back to my lips where I can lick the palm, depositing a generous amount of spittle there. I then switch hands, wiping the spit all over the base of Mal’s length while I lick at my other palm.

I let out a quiet groan as I realize I’m getting a very good sense of what Mal’s cock tastes like. Ten minutes of my hand rubbing up and down on it has made my entire hand smell and taste just like his manhood. Another groan follows as I start slicking up the rest of Mal’s length and subconsciously start comparing his flavor to Darnell’s. Both men smell and taste manly. Musky. Thankfully they both also taste clean with only a slight hint of sweat. While the taste is subtle, they also taste different. Unique. Darnell’s is more nutty while Mal is more like an avocado.

I try my best to clear those thoughts out of my head, closing my eyes and counting to fifty. It doesn’t matter though; the comparative cock flavors of two men will now always be burned in my mind. And on my tongue.

While I’m quietly contemplating lobotomies, I catch back onto the conversation and feel a slight swell of pride. Art is talking about us in the room together and was quite obviously avoiding the subject of my bondage so that he could explain his surprise to Mal more clearly. Both his surprise and his dismay. If I heard Art telling me these things, that he was still turned-on but mostly embarrassed and angry and sorry, I’d have dismissed it as an excuse. A false apology. But he doesn’t know I’m secretly down here, hearing him describe this to Mal. Or at least I really really hope he doesn’t know I’m down here. That adds a genuine weight to what he’s saying and makes me appreciate him all the more.

Mal seems to be in a kindly mood himself as his hand again finds its way down below the desk, this time to simply caress my cheek and hair. Offering an odd kind of comfort. Mal’s words above me add more weight to the way they’re talking about me even though he obviously knows I’m listening, “You don’t need to worry about our girl there. Paris is far stronger than most women you’ve ever met. I’d say she’s stronger than she is beautiful but that’s hard to exactly compare because of how out of the world beautiful she is. Regardless, if I were you and wanted to make it up to her, I’d take her out again but make it low key. Dinner and a movie. Maybe a stop at an ice cream parlor. Don’t work to impress her, just make her feel good. Appreciated. Don’t even let a hint of sexuality enter the evening. She’ll both realize the type of guy you are and appreciate the gesture.”

The warm feelings I have running through my chest are cut short by two beeps coming from behind me. The first one simply catches my attention as I’m not sure if it’s something of Art’s or something on Mal’s desk beeping. With my attention focused that way though, the second beep clearly came from my side of the modesty panel. From under the desk. I have a brief hope that it’s a battery warning on the panties, but that idea is crushed as the panties turn on again, this time revving up and down in intensity in its own sine-wave of pleasure. A third beep makes clear that a pairing of devices was happening when more stimulation starts to strike me down there.

The butt plug not only starts vibrating, its vibrating is in an opposing sine-wave cycle as the panties. As the panties cycle down, the butt plug cycles up. As the plug cycles down, the panties cycle up, making my centers of pleasure slide between my proxy penis and my pressed prostate.

I thought the panties were enough to drive me insane with lust, but this is so much more intense. Even biting down on my lip, I can’t stop a moan from escaping. My hands lose all rhythm on Mal’s cock as I lose all sense of what the men above me are talking about. Pussy, ass. Ass, pussy. Pussy, ass. Ass, pussy.

What attention I have left is ripped away from my twinning pleasure centers as I hear something else from behind me. A loud mechanical buzzing. I even hear Art from behind me ask, “Whoa, did your desk just buzz?”

Mal chuckles and gives some kind of response, but I ignore it as I know exactly what the sound was. It was me. Or rather, it was the damned butt plug vibrating powerfully enough to make the modesty panel buzz. To prevent my presence from being found out I lean further forward, giving me enough room to ensure my curvy ass doesn’t press against the panel.

Which, naturally, gets me even closer to Mal’s impressive cock. Not that my whole world wasn’t already centered around his manhood before, but now all I can smell is the drip of precum pearling at his tip. I can see it wiggle and jiggle in front of my eyes as I can’t move my hands steadily while I jack him off with these irregular pumps. And even this close, not wanting to directly breathe of his naked presence, his masculine scent, I can’t help but lose myself in the moment and let my mouth hang open as I take a shuddering breath in. I grow even more melty when the nipple stimulators kick back on, giving me a trifecta of maddening pleasure.

A part of me, a quiet seemingly separate part of me that lives far back in my mind, notices what’s going on. What my reactions are doing. All attempts at NOT getting Mal off have ceased. While I’m not exactly working to get him to cum quicky, I’m no longer preventing him from getting off. Moving this close to him I can no longer point him away from my face. No longer are my ears even an option. It’s eyes, nose, or lips that I’ll be directing his cum to. Either that or I lean back and let Art hear the buzzing of my ass that’s driving me mad.

That little part of me, however, is drowned out by the **** of pleasure occurring inside of my panties and bra. I forget about my goals, I forget about my pride, I forget about my boss, and I even forget about my date from last night. Instead, I simply allow the panties, plug, and stimulators to finish the job they’ve been trying to push me to all day.

It seems that trying to hold back on these pleasure all day with Mal, these pleasures all last night with Grace , these pleasures all during my date with Art, and these pleasures all from earlier that day with both Mal and Darnell, had made my exquisite excursion into ecstasy extra euphoric. My whole body tenses up and starts to quake and shiver. I bite down on my lip hard to keep as quiet as possible, but I’m sure my muted scream can be clearly heard.

And while I’m flying as high as a kite, I learn that Mal indeed heard me scream in pleasure as it’s the last bit of pleasure he needed to cum. For the past couple months, as I’ve gotten used to it, getting Mal off has given me a certain sense of pride. It made me feel good. That extra bit of pleasure doesn’t change just because of the position I’m in and as soon as I feel Mal’s cock swell in my tiny hand, feel his balls tense up in my palm, I go into another round of my own orgasm. This time I’m barely able to close my eyes before Mal’s first jet of cum runs down from my forehead to the corner of my mouth, glueing that eyelid closed.

This time I can’t contain my vocal pleasure and open my mouth to scream loudly. That reaction is cut short though as Mal’s next spurt of cum hits the tip of my nose… and moves down to shoot right into my now open mouth. I of course do the very worst thing I could do at that moment. I freeze.

I don’t blanch away from the cum as I’d already gotten a full facial from Darnell. I don’t jerk my mouth shut from the taste of manliness deposited by Mal as I’ve now swallowed down three loads of Darnell’s manliness. I don’t move anything as while this hasn’t happened with Mal, I’ve experienced it all in my recent past. Unfortunately, by not moving, I’ve left Mal’s cock perfectly lined up to finish its jet after jet after jet of cum right into my open mouth. Only the last spurt trails any down my lip and chin.

The only thing I can later take comfort from is that thinking didn’t come into this moment. I’ve experienced my first multiple orgasm and thoughts are just a luxury that my worn-out body can’t afford. So, without thinking, I close my mouth calmly and swallow.

I only start to come to when I notice that Mal has backed his chair up and is leaning down to look at me, “Well, for someone who doesn’t give blow jobs you certainly seem to enjoy the taste, my sweet sexy cum swallower!”