That was the email in my inbox this morning. I did not recognize the email address and I was completely ignorant to the status that the topic referred to. Even stranger, the Wellness Rooms were a group of rooms near the entrance to our building for expectant mothers to breastfeed newborns. It was very odd to have a meeting there.
While these thoughts ran through my head I realized that it was already 9:20. I didn’t even have time to respond to the email asking for clarification. I grabbed my phone in my purse, straightened my skirt and suit jacket, and headed for the Wellness Rooms.
Although I knew the hallway where these rooms were located, I had never actually been in them. After all, I have no children so I have had no reason to. As I reached the hallway I could see the doors lining the wall to my right. Each door was only identified by a small placard on the wall beside it. Of course, there were no windows on the doors. The hallway was brightly lit and I noticed a globe on the ceiling with a camera lens looking directly at me. No doubt to deter anyone from playing tricks on all of the mothers that needed to use the rooms. As I continued on I found the placard labeled “Room #2” and entered.
The room was pitch-black except for a laptop on the table. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room I ran my hand along the wall looking for the light switch. Before I found it a hand clenched my wrist from inside the room and pulled me in before closing the door behind me. To say I was surprised was an understatement. Before I could react I was being pressed to the wall by a pair of powerful hands.
“What the fuck,” I said. “Get off of me!”
That’s when I heard his voice.
“I have missed you, Camryn.”
My heart immediately started pounding.
Michael.
I had not heard from him for over a month. More importantly, I had not heard from him since he thoroughly fucked me after a customer outing in downtown Atlanta. I couldn't ask few questions about him at work because I was afraid that it would raise suspicion. All I had heard was that he had to head north to help us close a major deal with an important customer.
“Have you missed me,” he continued.
“You scared the shit out of me Michael,” I responded. “Where have you been and what are we doing in here?”
“I had to take care of some things for a couple of weeks,” he said while his hands traced a trail from my shoulders down the arms of my suit jacket. “I didn’t want to email or call you because I didn’t know who might see them.”
As he spoke his hands continued to my wrists and held them to the wall. I felt his lips on my neck and it sent shivers down my spine when he kissed me. His smell was almost intoxicating. No doubt some high-end cologne.
“I asked you a question Camryn,” he continued. “Did you miss me?”
As I exhaled I responded, “Yes.”
His lips were kissing a trail down my neck towards my breasts when I realized the reality of the situation. We were not in his car like before. This was happening at my job. One I could not afford to lose.
“Michael,” I silently whispered, “We can’t do this here.”
His hand released its grip on my left wrist and I could feel him snake it around my back until he clenched my neck.
“You didn’t learn the last time you tried to tried to deny me,” he answered as he increased his grip on my neck. “When I want something, I take it. With that said, I am not some dumb-fuck that would just call you into a room at work without preparing. That laptop is tapped into the camera feed in the security office. That screen is what they are seeing right now. Look.”
He let me go, turned on the light, and opened the door. As the light illuminated the room I noticed that the laptop was connected to an outlet on the wall via an ethernet cable. The screen had two windows open. One of the screens said “LIVE FEED” on the top right hand corner and the other said “SECURITY OFFICE” on the other. I noticed the hallway I entered that led to the three Wellness Rooms displayed on both screens. They were identical until Michael appeared on the screen labeled “LIVE FEED” and turned to face the camera. The screen labeled “SECURITY OFFICE” did not change. Somehow, Michael had tapped into the feed and it was no longer live. He returned and shut the door behind him, locking it just in case.
“How did you do that,” I asked.
“Stop asking questions,” he forcefully responded. “I have thought about your hot fucking body ever since they sent me away. I knew that I had to have you again. I have meetings I have to attend from 10:00 till my flight back to Detroit at 6:00 tonight. I have been stressed out all month and I can’t get you out of my head. Whether we do this the easy way or the hard way, for the next half hour you are going to suck my cock.”
Once again, with his hands on my shoulders pushing me down, I descended to my knees in front of him. As he unbuckled his suit pants he said, “Take off your jacket and top. I want to see your tits bouncing while you suck me.”
My pussy was flowing with each command he gave me. I removed my suit jacket and let it fall behind me while watching his pants fall to his ankles. As I unbuttoned my top my eyes never left the bulge sticking out from his boxers. I pulled my top off as he pushed his boxers down and stepped out of them along with his pants. When he stood, his dick was already rock hard, and he stepped towards me while I was unclasping my bra. As it slid off of my arms I heard him moan his approval as he roughly thrust his tool into my mouth in one forceful lunge, sending his cockhead to the back of my throat before retreating and thrusting again.
To say I was blowing him would have been a lie. He continuously hammered his cock into my throat relentlessly. I was not giving him a blowjob. He was just using my mouth as his personal little cunt. He placed both of his hands on the top of my head and held me in place as his hips drove his cock into my throat over and over again. I thought I was going to pass out until he slowed and withdrew from my mouth.
He leaned down and unzipped my skirt and pulled on the bottom with such force that I fell from my knees into a sitting position on the carpeted floor.