Jenny Ch. 02

Ta-da, Jenny thought, covering her mouth with both hands to muffle herself as she gasped for breath.Now, for my next trick...

Through the pounding of her heartbeat in her ears she heard Him say, "Hi Darren, be with you in a minute."

What?

She didn't have time to think about the implications of that remark because by then He had sat down again and was pulling Himself right towards her. Fortunately the desk was roomy enough underneath so that Jenny could simply turn sideways without getting His knees in her ribs. Then she heard Him continue, "Bob? I think I've loaded you up enough for tonight, right?" There was an inaudible reply, then: "Okay, yeah, we'll pick up where we left off first thing tomorrow. All right. Good night." This was followed by an electronic beep from the computer as the connection was severed.

Out of the frying pan,Jenny thought, as she heard Him saying, "Darren—so what's up?"

Darren, it seemed, was a co-worker and desperately in need of help on some other project. He launched into a litany of woes and roadblocks, but didn't get very far. "Yes, I was on that project," Jenny heard above her. "But only for a few days, then I got yanked into this McShane thing. So I don't think I can be much help to you, and frankly, I've got way too much on my plate as it is."

Never mind what's on His plate, thought Jenny, grimly. You should see what He's got under His desk.

But Darren continued to plead his case until Jenny wanted to lean down to the gap at the bottom of the desk and yell at him to go away and leave them alone. Then finally, from above her she heard, "All right. Give me a quick summary—I can't promise anything, but I'll take some notes and we'll see if anything pops into my head."

Great—I'm going to spend the night under this desk, thought Jenny, as Darren stumblingly began to describe the current state of the project. She was so busy fuming that for a moment she didn't see His hand beneath the desk. He was waving a scrap of paper at her from between his knees. She thought,Taking notes, huh? —as she crawled forward and took it.

There wasn't a lot of light beneath His desk, but she was able to read his hastily scrawled words:Turn around and put your head down.

Ohhhhh... Even with Darren in the room He wanted to...oh god.

Moving as quietly as she could, Jenny turned herself around and, not wanting to be any more uncomfortable than necessary, struggled out of her blouse—but left her camisole bunched up over her breasts and the clips on her nipples, knowing that was what He would want.

Then, looking over her shoulder (and wishing she had a rear-view mirror) she backed up between His legs, an inch at a time, being careful not to accidentally kick His chair or make any noise. It was one thing tofantasize about being discovered like this, she thought, but at the moment she certainly had no desire for it to happen.

Still, she moved as close to Him as His position would allow, stopping only when her feet were under His chair before lowering her head and resting it on her crossed arms. Judging by what she could see over her shoulder, not only her legs but also a good portion of her hips were exposed as well. If this Darren character should come around the desk for any reason...

Well, there was nothing to be done about it—especially now when she felt His fingertip under the elastic of her panties, sliding slowly back and forth, teasing her.

Orwas He just teasing her? No—or at least not the way she had thought at first—because with each pass of His fingertip her panties were slipping slowly downward. Further...further...until suddenly they fell down around her knees.

But by then she was so aroused that she no longer cared. Let Darren come and watch, she thought. Let him see what a good plaything I am for my Master!

Nevertheless, she raised a hand to cover her mouth when she felt His hand insinuating itself between her thighs. She spread her legs for Him as much as the panties around her knees would allow. And when she felt His middle finger gently separating her lips and slowly but persistently make its way inside her she was glad all over again that she had covered her mouth. He penetrated her with His finger until she felt His knuckles against her behind, then just as slowly...He withdrew it. Then slid it all the way in again...then out, over and over again, the movement of His finger making moist little squishy noises which were probably inaudible anywhere else but which seemed to reverberate in the small space in which Jenny knelt. A space which seemed to be growing warmer by the second, she noticed—her make-up was beginning to run.

She shuddered as she felt His finger, now wet with her juices, being drawn slowly up between her cheeks...once, twice, three times. Then easing its way back inside her, while...oh god, His thumb then began pressing against her rear passage. Rubbing gently...making bigger, then smaller circles. Pressing inward...pressing, then suddenly—Ah!—inside her!

Jenny bit down on her knuckle to keep from crying out. And kept biting on it as she felt His hand begin a slow rocking motion, His middle finger sliding out as His thumb probed inward; thumb slowly withdrawing as the middle finger re-entered. Finger, then thumb. Finger, thumb, finger, thumb, finger-thumb-finger-thumb-finger-thumb—

Ohgod, what was He doing to her? Had He forgotten how loud she was when she came? How she thrashed around? Did He really not care what anybody thought? Oh god, it was starting to...she couldn't hold back anymore...Ah!...AH!...She was going to...

Then His hand was suddenly gone—leaving her feeling like one of those cartoon characters who run several steps off of a cliff before realizing there's nothing underneath them. Barely able to breathe, she exerted every atom of her will and forced her body to relax.Oh Master, she thought,You know me far too well!

She hadn't even managed to calm herself to the point of breathing normally when she felt Him tapping on her hip, and when she was able to turn herself around she saw another piece of paper in His hand.

Stroke me with your panties, it read.

Above her, there was a moment of silence...then His voice, saying, "All right. Your number one problem, as near as I can tell, is in the basic concept. You should probably talk with..." It went on, but Jenny was busy, arms outstretched behind her, trying to remove her panties as quietly as possible.All right, she thought, as if speaking out loud,You asked for it.

Finally managing to detach her panties from where they had gotten caught on the heel of her shoe, she dropped them to the floor in front of her, then reached up with both hands and began to unzip Him—working as slowly and deliberately as if she were opening a safe full of nitroglycerin so that there wouldn't be the slightest noise.

When at last she had the zipper down as far as she could get it to go, she began the equally delicate job of bringing His cock out into the open. She was amazed to hear Him continue speaking, calmly and incisively—just as if He didn't have a mostly naked woman under His desk, holding His cock in her hand. When it was free and standing fully erect in front of her face she reached into His pants to gently scoop up his balls and bring them out as well—she wanted to give Him the Full Treatment.

She drew her panties over her hand, with the fabric from the seat—the only part still dry—over her palm and fingers. Then she reached out and began by just lightly touching His balls with her fingertips, stroking and making little circles, moving from one to the other and back again. She noticed that although He continued to speak normally while she did this He had begun to say "Ummm..." more often—and to her it sounded a lot like "MMMmmmm"—so she knew she was having an effect.

She began to increase the pressure, now massaging His balls with the palm of her hand while her fingers reached behind them to stroke His scrotum, the warm cotton fabric of her panties sliding smoothly over His skin.

There was a sudden intake of breath above her and she heard Darren asking, "You all right?"

"Uh—yeah. Just swallowed wrong, I guess," was the reply.

Jenny grinned to herself. Sorry, just following orders, Master. You know how I love to follow orders...

She moved her hand up to the shaft itself, wrapping her panties and then her fingers around it and began stroking slowly up and down, raising her other hand to continue massaging His balls with the loose fabric that hung below her fist.

She heard Him gasp and say, "Ohhh!" She stopped for a moment, then heard Him slap His forehead and continue, "Uh, I just remembered something else I have to do for the McShane project. So, uh, we need to wrap it up here pretty quickly, okay?"

Jenny raised her eyebrows. Did you say, 'Wrap it up', Master? I live to obey...

She draped her panties over His entire cock. Then, while continuing to massage Him below with her left hand, moved her right hand up the shaft to the head, wrapping it in her fist and giving it short, squeezing up-and-down strokes with the fabric.

Darren was thanking Him for His time, saying, "Well, don't work too late, man, you'll make yourself sick—you're looking a little frazzled, you know? This job can really squeeze you dry if you let it."

You don't know the half of it, Jenny answered in her mind, rubbing the ball of her thumb across the opening in the tip of His cock in time with her strokes. She heard Him mumble something in a distracted tone of voice, concluding with a farewell of some sort—then Darren replying in kind, his voice fading as he walked out of the office.

The moment the door was closed He reached under the desk, grabbed her by the wrists and dragged her out so quickly that her panties were left hanging from His shaft, looking like a flag on a windless day.

He took them off and stuffed them into her mouth.

Then He drew her up to her feet, threw her onto the desk and plunged into her, holding her wrists above her head with both hands while He ravaged her. Jenny had never seen Him so completely lose control of Himself, and she felt a certain pride in her accomplishment. Or at least shewould have, had there been room in her awareness for anything other than the tidal wave of pleasure which seemed to be lifting them both off of the desk and carrying them helplessly away as she met Him thrust for thrust...

She was thankful for the panties in her mouth, as she was beginning to squeal—and felt as if she would soon begin to scream. Unable to speak, she stared into His eyes and begged, wordlessly: Please, Master, may I? Oh please, please... let your poor slave come!

At last she saw it in His eyes (Yes, my love...NOW!) just as they went completely unfocussed and closed, and His mouth dropped open and she felt Him flooding into her.

She let go then—surrendering to an orgasm that rooted her feet to the floor and snapped her body upward into a shuddering arch that left only her shoulders on the desk, even with His weight on top of her. She screamed through the panties in her mouth as electricity seemed to bolt upward through her spine and burst through the top of her head, again and again...

The next thing she knew she was being lifted gently upward into a sitting position. The paper clips had been removed from her nipples; the panties were gone from her mouth and a bottle of water was being held to her lips. She drank greedily before opening her eyes and smiling up into His face, so close to hers. For a long while neither of them felt the need to say anything—but their eyes spoke volumes to each other.

He helped her to clean up and dress, then accompanied her out of the office, out of the building and to the parking garage where her car was. He held her in His arms for a long time and she whispered in his ear how much she loved everything they did together.

He pulled back to look into her eyes and smile. "You're my good girl, He said. "And next time, I promise, Little Jennywill get a visit from Uncle Ernie."

He kissed her good night. Then He crouched down, lifted her skirt and kissed her quickly through her still-wet panties, touching her briefly with His tongue. Then He stood, dropping her skirt back into place, and laid His hand alongside her cheek for a moment, looking at her—then turned and walked away.

Jenny drove home, exhausted but smiling and humming along with the music on her CD player...and already beginning to imagine their next meeting.