"Morning Alan." She said sweetly.
"Hey beautiful." Alan wanted a to ask a few questions, but after last night he thought better of it.
It was still amazing to him, this new found stamina he seemed to have. He orgasmed seven times yesterday in less than six hours. Outside where he met Nina, on Chelsea's face, inside Chelsea, and then he'd received four seperate handjobs from Nina before retiring to bed. He expected to wake up with a sore cock and numb balls, but he felt fine. He assumed it was something Nina had done to him, though in the time they'd spent together, she'd refused to answer any of his questions about herself. The excuse she gave was that she wanted to know all about him first and foremost, everything about her could wait. Judging by the questions she asked, she must not have had a human contact for about twenty five years or so, and she was hungry for knowledge of how the new world operated. His first 'challenge' as her hand stroked his cock was to copy and then recite two full pages from a new novel. She'd chosen one of Rita's Harry Potter books, and as he was reading, seemed more interested in what he was saying than the dick in front of her. The second challenge was to be in a help chat with a Netflix employee, and pretend to have a problem. (After she learned about the internet, Netflix and chatting with someone who could be hundreds or thousands of miles away.) That one got progressively dirtier as it went along, with the final nail being Alan having to ask the female service agent if she wanted to turn the webcam feature on and watch him cum. Nina said that she could sense via her powers that the woman was interested, and aroused at the idea, but it was under a veil of shame, so she terminated the support call. The third wasn't a challenge at all, as she seemingly gave up on the idea. What she did do, was make his cock grow to an astounding fifteen inches. With so much skin to touch and stroke, the handjob felt amazing and like it lasted forever. When he came, the sheer length the cum had to flow through made the power of his orgasm that much stronger. He took a while to come down from the high, and Nina had a wicked thought of leaving him with a giant horse cock for a while, but decided against it. After all, she always could later. The last was just a gentle stroke before he went to sleep, initiated without asking as he lay in bed, and lasting only a few quick minutes. He briefly wondered if it was always going to be like this, and if perhaps he'd eventually get tired of constantly cumming for her amusement. But he couldn't much think about that, he had to get ready for work.
"So, what're we doing today?" She said with a grin, her hand drifting up and down his tingly cockflesh as she scooped another glob of cum into her mouth with her soft tongue.
"I need to go to work until 4, and then I guess, we can do whatever you like."
"Oooo, love it." The grin she gave spoke that maybe he was biting off more than he could chew by leaving things up to her, but it was too late now.
Nina left him be for the most part as he went about his routine. Toast, with butter only, and a local grown and bottled morning fruit smoothie that was supposed to perk you right up for the day. Alan found it didn't do that, but it tasted good enough and he always got a great deal on them so he went with it. It was only when he was showering, that she bugged him. The entire time, she talked conversationally about his cock, wishing he'd stroke it, or at least play with it while cleaning. When that didn't work, she floated up, and played with herself, aiming her pussy at his eye level. Moaning, talking dirty, using all neat tricks to distract him, just general silliness. She masturbated the entire time in the car ride as well, sometimes aiming it out the windows at drivers who couldn't see it, just to taunt him further. By the time he got to work, his cock was furiously hard, without any use of her power. Thankfully, he had a meeting early and would be able to hide it by sitting at a table for an hour or so.
Alan's job was as an archivist for a firm that dabbled in everything from advertising and marketing to long term investments. It had different names for each facet of it, but it was all under one leadership so he considered it one company. His job was just to take the myriad of daily reports, notes, meeting transcripts and file them all away to be used later in a large storage database. Because it was all digital now, he didn't even need to sort it out for filing cabinets, just scan it all and label it properly, so really, his job took very little time. The problem was he was required at every meeting he could possibly attend and usually he did nothing but sit there, have a donut or two, and try to not think about what he was hearing. His opinion was never needed, rarely asked for and he could easily email over anything the meeting presenters might need ahead of time, so he didn't need to explain anything. He expected Nina to try and cause trouble, but he couldn't think of much she could do in a room full of older men and women in suits. He did, however, forget about Patrice.
Patrice was in her thirties, and she worked in the office next to Alans, basically answering the main line and connecting the calls where they needed to go. She was lean, blonde, with a fairly big bust and slim hips. An office hottie if there ever was one. Nina took one look at her, and a smile formed, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she was planning. She sensed a latent lust in Patrice for Alan, not love or anything with such vibrant attachment, but a primal desire to fuck a man she considered attractive. She was married, however, and so it was contained to fantasy and the odd masturbation session in the womens bathroom whenever she was frustrated and horny.
The meeting seemed to drag on forever, and Nina was making plans for 'later' but the longer the meeting went on, the more impatient she was becoming. She thought to just make each speaker cum in his pants as they droned on and on, but they were all older men, they didn't know they were so boring! Plus she was sure half of them have not experienced a natural erection in years so making them hard was sure to raise some unneeded red flags. Nina masturbated a few times, but that was only so fun by yourself. Eventually, she just said to hell with it. She wrote 'Do you wanna see my magic cock?' on a piece of paper, and snuck it onto Patrice's notebook. It took a few minutes, but finally the woman looked down and saw it, and immediately her cheeks colored crimson, and Nina could smell a sudden wetness forming between her pussy lips. Jackpot.
Patrice looked around casually, wondering just who had passed her such a note. On her immediate right and left were both women, so she ruled them out, unless one had a very dark secret. Alan sat across from her as usual, and she figured he was the only one who could have slid something to her without her noticing. She became conflicted however. She was married, to a man she did love, most of the time. But they had been going through troubles like any marriage, and that didn't help her desire to just pounce Alan in his office and fuck him silly like a two dollar porn movie. Now he was offering her something, and combined with the fact it had been almost two months since she'd had any gratifying sex, she was seriously considering it. She could just watch, that wasn't cheating, right? She was so lost in her own world that she didn't hear the meeting finish up, and people file out of the room.
Because Alan and Patrice were always at meetings, but considered non essential staff, they usually got stuck with the task of cleaning up, so soon they were alone. Alan was taking final notations when Patrice snapped out of her stupor, and Nina waited excitedly for what she would do. She'd read every thought, every desire, and was hoping for the result that she, in fact, received.
"So..." Patrice said after a long moment. "Let me see your magic cock.."
Alan paused his hand as it took a second to process what she said. Normally, he'd be confused, but.. Nina. He looked up, trying to formulate a response when she pushed the note Nina had written back across the table at him. He looked it over. Nina was giggling like a fiend. He didn't quite understand why he was so accepting of Nina's inappropriate actions, but he simply pushed himself away from the table, unzipping his pants, and pulling his cock out. It lay limply and he noticed Nina had made it grow another inch. He almost vocally chastized her, but her words whispered in his ear reminded him that it would just make him look crazy to be yelling at air. "Just lean back and close your eyes, Alan." She purred. He did as she asked, and she made him hard with her powers, but very very slowly, as though Alan was getting an erection just from his thoughts. Patrice stared, her heat of desire increasing as fast as Alans dick was getting hard, her fingers idly touching her nipple through her blouse and bra. Her nipples were thick and when erect stood out prominently, often times showing themselves through her clothing layers unless she was wearing a thicker material of bra. Today was basic cotton, and Nina licked her lips when she saw the two thick bumps slowly push themselves out. She leaned forward, resting her full breasts on the table to get a little closer to the hardening cock.
"Can you.. make it cum..?" A pretty silly question, since of course he could stroke his cock and cum, but she had meant it to be without touching it, something she found suddenly very fascinating. She'd never seen a man just cum before. Alan nodded, his eyes still closed, the feeling of immense pleasure growing as his cock stiffened completely, throbbing away. Nina could make it erupt at any time, but she was having fun watching the woman react, drawing out the suspenseful moment. She was also subtley pushing his balls into overdrive, and they were full and heavy beneath the zipper, out of sight, but ready to blow a massive load of sticky cream. Patrice eased herself further along the table, her erect nipples scraping the surface and sending bolts of numbing pleasure through all of her limbs, a sweet exhale of a moan escaped before she could stop it.
"Will.. you?" She said, very hesitantly. As much as she wanted to see it, to watch that thick spongey head spew it's white globs, she still had a guilty feeling inside. She didn't just want to watch him cum, she wanted to kiss his cock, slide it into her mouth, feel it touch the back of her throat. She absolutely adored to suck cock, and one of her hottest fantasies was getting the courage to find a hung stud who wanted her as a personal cocksucker, especially at the office. As naughty as it sounded, she wanted to suck Alan off, and now that she'd seen how big and thick his dick was, the fantasy was demanding to be made reality. All of those delicious inner thoughts were exactly what Nina wanted to hear, but work suddenly got in the way.
Patrice had moved even closer, her face inches from the cock wavering in the air, her breasts at the very edge of the table. Another eight to ten inches, and she could kiss that beautiful cock, but her phone buzzed, and a computerized voice spelled out the text she'd just gotten. "Patrice, I need you to copy.." And droned on for a bit about the files her immediate boss needed her to copy, ending with as soon as possible. She frowned, biting her lip. "I.. need to go.. Alan.." She said somberly, but didn't move right away, hoping he could just make the magic happen.
"Ok.. " Alan said, unsure as to what to do currently. He couldn't make himself cum by thoughts, this was all Nina's doing, and it was in her control. Nina giggled fiercely for a few moments, and Alan was afraid he was going to have to make up some excuse as to why he couldn't cum, then yell at her later for playing this kind of game. Instead, her voice filled his ear. "Stand up, and shove that cock between her huge tits, only then can you cum... believe me, she would be fine with that." Alan wasn't sure he believed that, but Patrice started to move, so he opened his eyes, and reached forward, gently touching her shoulders. She stopped moving, looking up at him quizzically as he stood. Closer he came, his cock deliciously pointed at her, like an accusing finger. It was dark in color, angry, just so erect. She would need to lean her head down to kiss it, and she was about to do that when Alan continued closer. Her head had to turn to the side so her cheek pressed against his flat stomach, a gasp escaping her lips when she felt that thick meat push between her breasts. The table pushed the big mounds together nice and tight, and a hot shiver erupted from her.
"Alan? What are..." The question was started, but remained unfinished. Her cheeks flared a nice crimson as the hot warmth started to spread between her breasts, no doubt that Alan was empting his balls in the valley of her cleavage. It seemed to go on forever, a frozen moment of heated stickiness spreading like she'd spilled some kind of syrup on herself. It felt wrong, so wrong, and yet the naughty nature of it had dampened her panties moreso than she could recall since college. In a way, she felt owned, like he had just claimed a part of her body as his own. He hadn't asked if he could cum on her, and she thought she should have been furious about it.. and yet.. the more she thought of it, the more she realized that was what she wanted, what she was missing in her life. Her husband had been very 'alpha like' in the beginning, urging her into things like a leader, and she'd loved it, it made her cream her panties at the very thought. But she'd never told Alan this. Nina, of course, knew all of this, part of her job as a nymph was to help people find sexual compatibility. Alan pulled back slowly, sitting back down. He was a touch breathless as he usually was when Nina made him blow such a big load, so he said nothing. Patrice just stared at him, slowly easing herself to her feet, hands cradling the sides of her breasts, moving them to feel that thick cum spread over them. A glance down revealed nothing, only slight traces of wetness on her blouse showed anything, and it was black, so it was almost unnoticable except for up close. A frozen moment passed, Patrice just staring down her shirt, and then Alan's voice came out, but not from him. "Those tits.. are now mine."
"Yes sir... oh fucking yes.. Sir.." She whispered heatedly, almost desperately needing to touch her burning clit. But she had a job to do, and that took precedent. No more words were exchanged, she simply moved around the table and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. Then she was walking out the door, with as much professional muster as someone who had a huge load of hot cum drying in the valley of her breasts. Allen watched her go, then turned his head to see Nina, also focused on the butt shimmeying it's way out the door. "What was that? I didn't say that.. did I?" Nina smiled down at him, her small hands moving to tenderly caress and clean his cock before putting it away. "Technically no, but she wanted you to. Her big fantasies include being told what to do, used for sex, not in a mean way, but it makes her feel desired that she can instill a man's primal urge to fuck her hot body. Now, she knows that there's a part of her you want to own, and use. What you do with it after now, is up to you."
Nina was having trouble with the zipper, so Alan took it from her and zipped his fly. "If you say so, I just hope this doesn't come back and bite me in the ass." He mused, exhaling. She flittered to sit on his lap, kissing his lips gently for a long time. "I would never steer you wrong, into a situation that I thought was dangerous. Trust me." He looked at the faerie a long moment, her bright eyes fixed on him and that smile etched on her green lips. He exhaled and kissed her forehead. "Alright, I trust you." She squealed just a little and snuggled against him. Then her eye caught something, up in the corner of the meeting room. "What's that?"
Alan turned his head to look up. "Oh, that's the camera, it films meetings so there's a record that they took place, what was brought up, the kind of food served for petty cash receipts. Typical stuff." Nina grew wide eyed for a second. Alan touched her cheek softly. "Oh don't worry, it didn't see any of that. The meeting holder turns it off when the meeting is adjourned. If I'm honest, we aren't the first to have any sort of kinky shit going down in a meeting room." He chuckled heartily, and she smiled again, laughing with him. "Good, I wouldn't want you to get into trouble."
What Alan didn't know, was that even though the camera had ceased recording, there was someone still watching. Via a private, and probably illegal feed. Veronica Chambers watched the man sitting in the chair, cuddling.. nothing, it seemed. To her, the meeting had seemed very much the same, and she observed as she did, listening in to keep tabs on the company. As the Chief Financial officer, corporate policy allowed her to do this. The feed that kept running was something she watched for fun, afterwards. She'd seen many indecent and very not safe for work things happen. She thought today would just be a standard day, but when Alan.. she thought she remembered the name correctly.. freed his monster cock, she was entranced. As his cock rose up, so did her foot to rest on the desk and part her long legs. As it throbbed with a powerful erection, her fingers pulled the lace panties aside and stroked her aching pussy. She climaxed twice, just from the sheer anticipation of his cock blowing a big load. But then he denied her, blowing it between that whore's huge juggs. It was all well and good, she simply clacked her nails on the keyboard, sending him an email that she wanted to see him at 8 am the next morning for his performance review. Then she'd simply climb onto her desk, and offer her soft beautiful pussy to fuck. She'd done it so many times, nobody seemed to be able to resist. She didn't even have to threaten or entice them with bonuses.
She just always got what she wanted.
--To be continued--
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