Beginning #5
“I’m going to cum, Mike! I’m going to cum!” she whimpered into his lips, her pussy walls contracting in violent, uncontrollable spasms that threatened to tear him apart.
“Take it, slut!” Mike roared, his face contorting as he delivered five massive, bone-deep thrusts that shook her entire frame. He locked his hips against hers, his body stiffening as he shot a massive, hot load of thick cum deep into her womb, filling her up for the second time that day.
Jessie shrieked, her own intense orgasm ripping through her core, her wet channel milking his throbbing cock until he was completely spent.
They stood there for a long minute, breathing heavily in the dim alcove. Mike slowly pulled out, a heavy stream of fresh, white semen and clear juices dripping down Jessie’s thighs, ruining her professional stockings.
Mike adjusted his belt, his expression dropping back into an ice cold, professional mask. He looked down at her flushed, smiling face. “Fix your skirt, Jessie. We have the communications briefing in five minutes.”
By the time the midnight curfew locked the embassy down for the weekend, the heavy tropical rain had returned, drumming a hypnotic, heavy beat against the concrete walls of the compound.
The building was practically deserted, save for the marine guards stationed at the main security gates three floors down.
The absolute isolation of the third-world country felt stronger than ever, but inside the secure employee library, a different kind of heat was thick in the air.
Mike stood in the center of the dark, narrow aisle between rows of heavy diplomatic reference texts.
He had stripped out of his formal suit, wearing only a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt that tightly hugged his broad chest. His dark eyes were fixed on the far end of the row, where Jessie was waiting for him.
She had come down under the pretense of filing the week’s final risk logs, but she knew exactly what she was there for.
She was wearing a tiny, thin sundress with no underwear underneath, her bare legs trembling slightly against the cool linoleum floor.
Her clit was already throbbing, her pussy so heavy and wet that clear juices were literally trickling down her inner thighs with every step she took.
"Come here, slut," Mike commanded, his voice a low, raspy growl that echoed softly off the bookshelves.
Jessie didn't hesitate. Smiling softly, her eyes dazed with pure adoration and horny desire, she walked quickly over to him and sank directly onto her knees at his feet.
She looked up at him, her mouth parting as she reached for the button of his jeans.
"I’ve been waiting all night for you to use me, Mike. "
"Shut up and open your mouth," Mike muttered, unzipping his pants and pulling his thick, angry cock free. It was already rock hard, a thick vein pulsing along the side of his shaft as it sprang into the dim light.
Jessie didn't need to be told twice. She grabbed the base of his heavy dick, her small fingers wrapping around the thick girth, and guided the wet, pre cum covered head straight past her lips.
She sucked him hungrily, sliding her mouth up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling around his sensitive crown.
She bobbed her head frantically, swallowing him as deeply as she could, her throat tight around his thick size.
Mike groaned loudly, his hands coming down to grip her hair, anchoring her head as he began to thrust his hips forward, face-fucking her right there in the middle of the aisle.
Gag, gag. Jessie whimpered, tears pricking the corners of her eyes from the sheer depth of his strokes, but she didn't pull back.
She loved the raw intensity. She loved being his private fuck toy, completely at his mercy while the rest of the embassy slept.
After a few minutes of relentless throat-stretching, Mike pulled his wet, glistening cock from her mouth with a heavy smack.
He didn't give her a second to recover. He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her to her feet, slamming her chest first against the sturdy oak edge of the library filing table.
"Lean over and spread your cheeks," Mike ordered darkly, his large hand coming down in a vicious, stinging slap across her bare ass. Smack!
Jessie let out a sharp cry of pleasure, her back arching as her face pressed into the cold wood of the table.
She reached back with both hands, gripping her own smooth cheeks and pulling them wide apart, exposing her bright pink, dripping wet pussy slit to his gaze.
"Look at how wet I am for you, Mike... please, I'm such a dirty slut. .. fuck me..."
"You really are a brainless little whore," Mike mocked, leaning his heavy chest over her back, pinning her down. He lined his thick head up with her soaking wet, dripping lips and drove his entire length deep inside her wet channel with one brutal, unyielding surge.
Squelch.
"Ah! Oh my god, yes!" Jessie shrieked, her fingers clawing at the edge of the table as his thick cock stretched her walls to the absolute limit. He was so deep she could feel his heavy balls slapping violently against her dripping wet clit with every single thrust.
Mike didn't hold back. He established a relentless, high speed pace, his hips slamming against her ass like a piston.
Slap, slap, slap. The squelching sound of his thick shaft sliding through her bottomless cream filled the quiet library aisle.
He reached around her body, his large fingers grabbing her breasts through her thin dress, squeezing her nipples into tight, painful nubs as he violently claimed her body.
Jessie was completely lost in the fantasy.
She was getting brutally used in a public room of the embassy, completely exposed, but the sheer submission made her clit explode with pleasure.
She kept a small, ecstatic smile on her face, her eyes rolling back as his thick cock hit her G spot over and over again, driving her to the absolute brink of sanity.
Her tight pussy milked his shaft, pumping out endless waves of clear, hot juices that soaked his thighs.
"You're taking all of it, aren't you?" Mike panted, his chest heaving, his muscles glistening with a fine layer of sweat as he rammed her harder and harder against the wood. "You love getting filled up in the dark."
"Yes! Yes! Make me your slut, Mike! Dump your cum deep inside me!" she screamed out, completely unhinged by the overwhelming friction.
The internal contractions of her pussy suddenly clamped down on him like a tight fist, signaling her climax.
Mike roared, his face twisting in primal dominance as he delivered four deep, bone crushing thrusts that buried his cock past her cervix.
He locked his hips against her bare ass, his body stiffening violently as he shot an enormous, boiling hot load of thick white cum deep inside her wet womb.
Jessie shrieked, her own massive orgasm ripping through her core at the exact same instant, her walls spasming uncontrollably around his pulsing shaft, draining every single drop of semen from his dick.
They stayed locked together for several long minutes, their ragged breathing the only sound in the dark library. When Mike finally pulled his cock out with a wet, heavy pop, a thick river of white cum and sticky pussy juices cascaded down her thighs, pooling on the floorboards.
Jessie collapsed onto the table, her body trembling, a look of absolute, blissful adoration on her face as she looked back at her master.
Mike zipped up his jeans, looking down at his exhausted toy with a cold, satisfied smirk.
"Clean the floor up when you're done, slut. We’re leaving for the final evaluation tomorrow. "
The heavy security lockdown on the diplomatic compound was officially lifted as the weekend drew to a close.
Outside the reinforced perimeter, the regional political unrest had finally dissolved into peaceful transitions, leaving the local streets quiet under the bright South American sun.
In the main administrative wing, the official evaluation from the State Department had just been logged into the secure system: both Mike and Jessie had received flawless, top-tier performance marks for their handling of the crisis.
Their supervisors back home were ecstatic.
But inside the quiet, shadow drenched confines of Mike’s private quarters, the real final evaluation was taking place.
The suitcases were packed and zipped, sitting by the doorway ready for the military transport flight home.
Jessie stood in the center of the room, dressed one last time in her pristine, tailored navy blue office suit, her hair pinned into a perfect, flawless bun.
Yet, beneath the crisp fabric of her designer trousers, her thighs were bare and trembling.
Her pussy was heavy, thoroughly engorged, and already weeping a thick, slick trail of moisture that ran down her inner legs, completely anticipating the final execution of their secret contract.
Mike stood by the window, his large frame silhouetted against the bright daylight.
He turned around slowly, buttoning his dress shirt but leaving his tie loose around his neck.
His dark eyes locked onto her face, scanning her pristine appearance with a cold, predatory intensity that made Jessie’s knees instantly go weak.
"The flight leaves in an hour, Jessie," Mike murmured, his voice dropping into a deep, commanding rumble that made her clit throb with a fierce, hot ache. "But looking at you right now... you don't look like an analyst. You look like a dirty little fuck toy waiting for her last pounding."