or Illusion?

It was hard to believe your eyes… Right there, on the screen… You had seen Sabrina draw out and then gulp down an entire mouthful of semen. She had swallowed that dick down without hesitation, as if she was born to do it. As if crawling around under her boss’s desk and deepthroating him before mid-morning was just the most normal thing in the world. You had watched a lot of pornography in your life… but this was something else entirely. This was a girl you saw every day. Someone you could never equate with the plastic, unreal theatrics of orchestrated erotica. You’d never got a girl to **** herself down, lips-to-hilt on you... in any of your clumsy, fumbling sexual relationships to date. That was the sort of thing you had always been certain no real, regular young lady would ever attempt or allow. Yet Sabrina had just done it on camera, in front of apparently more than a thousand current onlookers.

The tent in your trousers was tight and uncomfortable. Up till now, the obsession you held for your fellow intern had been… well mostly wholesome. You'd fantasised about taking her out on romantic dates, showering her with the gifts her beauty deserved and then maybe… cuddling up in bed together. Shamefully corny stuff, perhaps… but then she had seemed such a nice young lady. Clean cut and innocent. To see her in the new light of these lurid, low-angle cameras was… jarring. It stirred desires in you that you’d never really thought you held. If such a magnificent creature would do that, on a whim… then what else might she do?!

You needed to know more. Needed to know the truth. Was Sabrina being **** to do this? Had she been tricked or trapped by your shared boss into this wholly unsuitable position?! A slight hero complex built up in you as those older fantasies evolved into ones where you rescued her from that collar around her neck. Taking her gratefully into your arms as the police or HR or… someone dragged Mr Benson off in shackles of his own. Yet, at the same time, other thoughts. Of what she might do for you in thanks, came creeping in. You had already clicked through her 'creator page' on another tab. The urge to spend more money… to do some more research, into what exactly she'd been made to do… was palpable. Thumbnail previews of her looking sultry towards the camera, wearing little but lingerie and casually leaning a dildo against her lips; offered nothing towards the theory that any of this was against her will, but certainly acted as encouragement for further investigation. Everything you’d imagined you knew about the girl was being thrown into question, at the same time as you were seeing more of her than you could ever have truly hoped.

You clicked back to the other tab, only to find: she was gone. The stream was still running, but the collar and leash which had clung to her pretty neck, now hung loose. You panicked for a hot second, as if terrified that the dream had ended. That in questioning this new reality, it had simply ceased to be. Only to hear the slight creak of a familiar door opening. You glanced up and through you gap… and sure enough, there was Sabrina. Tentatively opening the door and scanning the corridor for anyone taking particular notice. She glanced your way again and you quickly hid your interest, hoping the distance and size of your viewing portal were concealment enough. The look on her face mirrored the uncertainty you felt. Clearly both of you had a secret to feel guilty over, yet were fairly convinced no-one would be able to actually tell what it was. So **** nonchalance met anxious little double-takes, as she stepped out into the office thoroughfare with her shoes still missing. Her face still wore just the slightest streaks of rubbed-away mascara, proving everything and nothing. You watched her tiptoe off towards the ladies bathroom, presumably to clean that up.

A notion suddenly struck you! Of the only other place you’d ever encountered her, in all your time of working here. With a start, you jumped up from your ‘desk’ with enough gusto to almost topple the entire shelving unit. There was no time to waste! You only hoped the erection you were hiding had time to go down before you had to cross the workspace proper. You had to get there before Sabrina did… to make it seem like just an off-chance meeting!