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Possessed 3
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---- Possessed - Chapter 3
The Office
Sohaila rushed into the office and pulled off her skirt before
any of her could leave a telltale wet spot. Naked from the waist
downwards she leaned back on the wall and tried to catch her breath. She
had a feeling that this day was going to be hell for her. She wondered how
she would get through it.
"Don't worry, not only will you make it through the day but you will
also look back on this day with pleasant and extremely arousing memories."
She had her doubts about that but she let it go.
She took a handful of tissues and dabbed the wetness from her and
when she was sufficiently dry she pulled on her skirt and walked into the
office hall. When she went to her cubicle she found that her cubicle-mate
Ajay was already in.
"Good Morning" he piped in his usual, sweet manner.
She wanted to snap back at him but his smile was so disarming and sweet
that she didn't find it in her heart to be pissed off at him and so smiled
back and wished him.
Ajay studied her for a moment and then whispered, "Hey! Am I imagining
it or is it true that you don't have a brassiere on?"
"Is it that visible?" she whispered back.
"Lady, your are standing up like Hillary on the Everest", he
replied.
"Ajay, I don't know how to explain this, but I really have no one else
to talk to so I guess I better tell you", she said.
"Tell me what?" he asked.
"Let's go out for a smoke, I don't want to talk in here", she told him.
She had met Ajay after joining the company. She had been asked to share
his cubicle and over the past year had formed a very strong friendship.
She had understood Ajay to be a shy kind of person. For the first couple
of weeks they had hardly spoken to each other. By and by he had loosened
up and then she discovered that he was a real fun guy. Of course it helped
that the two of them enjoyed drinking bucket-loads of coffee. He was a
heavy smoker and so she joined him occasionally. Of late she had found her
tobacco intake on the rise and attributed it to him.
He followed her out into the hallway. She asked him for a cigarette.
Both of them lit up and then she recounted the events that had occurred
since the previous night.
"Wow!" was all he had to say and then he was quiet, lost in thought.
She let him be.
"Did it help to tell some one?" The voice surprised her. She had been
aware all the time that it would be listening in to everything but she had
gone ahead.
"Yes. And why do I get the feeling you wanted it?" she snapped.
"What?" asked Ajay with a confused look on his face.
"No, not you. I'm sorry", she said absently.
"Well you are right I wanted it. I enjoyed your recounting of my
actions."
"You talking to the Voice?" asked Ajay.
"Yes, I'm sorry" she apologized.
"It's okay. I understand", he replied.
"That's a nice friend you have. Has you been fucked by him?"
"No" she snapped.
"That's a pity. Imagine the torture the poor guy goes through, he
shares the cubicle with you, ogles at you but gets nothing."
"He's such a sweetheart he wouldn't even think that", she informed the
voice.
Ajay stood up to go back in; she got up too and followed him in.
"Really? Do you want to hear his thoughts?"
"You can't do that!" she exclaimed.
"Now that statement can mean I shouldn't be doing things like that or it
could mean that you are challenging me."
"It was the latter", she clarified.
"Well then listen."
"Gosh! I wish I was that Voice. Imagine having her all the time at his
beck and call. God! I need to go and jack off" Ajay's thoughts came to
her.
"Enough?"
"Is that the truth or did you make it up to prove a point?" she asked.
"Don't you believe me?"
"Well I do, but…" she trailed off.
"Okay, watch if he comes into the cubicle or goes to the toilet."
Right enough, Ajay turned to her and said, "I'll join you later and
headed off to the loo."
"Okay?"
"Yeah fine. So you proved a point", she sulked.
"Wanna fuck?"
"No please. Not now. I mean it would be so embarrassing." She pleaded
with the Voice.
She sat down in her chair and started up the system. By the time it
started up Ajay was back. She gave him an accusing look as if to say that
he let her down.
"Why are you mad at him?"
"He is supposed to be my friend." She felt cheated. Here was a guy she
had thought she could trust. She had let him get close to her but now she
realized that he was no better than all the out there who ogled at her
as she passed by.
"I think you are being unfair to him."
"Who asked you for your opinion?" she snapped.
"Hey! I'm on your side. But I feel you gotta cut a bit of slack here.
He IS your friend but that doesn't mean he doesn't notice the woman you
are. You are sexy and hot and his feelings are reactions are natural."
"Can't someone love me for me? Why does everyone have to see me as a
sex toy? That includes you too." She informed it.
"Have you looked at yourself? You are sexy and to make things better or
worse, depending on your point of view, a nymphomaniac. It comes through,
you can't hide it. Now look at that guy sitting across you and realize the
self-control he is using to deal and interact with you in a 'civilized'
manner."
She had to agree that it was right in its observations.
"No!" she pleaded as she felt her filling up.
Silence
She felt her thighs parting to accommodate the organ that was pushing
into her. Her breathing became shallow as her body responded to the
stimulation in her cunt.
Ajay lifted his eyes to look at her and realized what was happening.
Nevertheless he asked, "Is it happening?"
"Yes" she replied through gritted teeth.
"Want me to leave?" he asked.
"No its okay, stay and enjoy the show", she replied.
She slipped lower into her chair as the penis began to pump harder and
with more urgency. Her lips parted to give release to the grunts that
escaped her with each stroke.
"Is it good?"
"Yes, harder, deeper", she replied.
She noticed that Ajay's eyes were now focused to the area under the top
of her table and realized that he must be getting an unobstructed view of
her wet, throbbing cunt. Her first reaction was to try and close her
thighs but then the Voice said, "Why? Let him watch. Doesn't it turn you
on to be fucked while someone who knows you is looking on?"
She realized it was right and so spread her legs a bit more so Ajay
could enjoy the experience. She noticed he was rubbing the front of his
pants over the place where his penis would be. This was getting out of
hand but she couldn't stop.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly trying to keep her body supplied with
oxygen.
She pulled her skirt up and her fingers now joined the penis in her
cunt, furiously stroking and exciting her clit longing for the orgasm that
promised to hit her.
Ajay was stroking himself openly too. It would have been funny of it
weren't for the growing pressure in her groin. Then with a grunt she felt
all her senses explode in a torrent of pleasure and humiliation. Ajay was
now pressing the front of his pant and had his eyes closed. She realized
that he had too.
She collapsed back in her chair and straightened her skirt as Ajay
rushed out of the room. "Poor chap", she thought.