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Darion's Office 41
🕑 Added 2023-11-25 21:07:49 +0000 UTCFatima was finding it very difficult to control herself as Darion’s fingers danced over her core, driving her even crazier as he continued to kiss her neck. The contrast was maddening.
“W-we need to stop,” she managed to whisper, a desperate plea. “Y-you win, she’s watching.”
“What a naughty whore, right, masturbating while watching her client,” Darion commented, his hand still in place like he didn’t hear her.
Darion ignored her begging, which didn’t surprise Fatima in the slightest. He was a man in control, and in her mind, Fatima could admit that she loved it. Still, that didn’t reduce the shame of being watched. “Please,” she begged with a whisper, afraid that Erin would hear and realize she had been caught.
It would be even worse that way.
“Come on, beautiful. I thought you came here to party. This is not a proper partying attitude,” he said. She found herself trembling as she listened to his words, losing herself in pleasure. “Don’t tell me that you’re afraid of showing your beautiful body.”
She was, but as Darion pulled down his shorts, she found it difficult to utter those particular words. Instead, she opened her mouth wide, allowing him in her mouth despite the difficult pose.
At least, it gave her an excuse to finally peek toward the corner for longer than a second, enough to catch not only Erin’s half-naked state, but also expression. She was glad that her mouth was occupied, because she didn’t want to admit just how much seeing Erin’s expression of arousal satisfied her.
Maybe Darion was right. She came here to have fun. A little voyeur, especially one who needed to keep her mouth closed to maintain the reputation of her very expensive gym, was just what she needed.
“Your mouth is amazing,” Darion growled as she moaned, leaving her to tremble desperately. As he invaded her throat, it was difficult to maintain her position, but she managed.
For a while.
Then, she collapsed.
“Ops, you failed,” he said. Someone who didn’t know him might have thought that to be an innocent comment, but Fatima realized what was coming. Punishment … the kind that she enjoyed immensely.
“I-isn’t it a bit too much here,” she managed to whisper, but as Darion flipped her, she had her answer. She thought about arguing more, but a threatening growl stopped her.
“We can turn the other way if you want,” he whispered, and Fatima immediately fell silent. She didn’t want to show her face … she was afraid of the expressions she would be making. “Excellent,” he said as he pushed in.
Her expression turned like she had just received a huge hit of drugs, pleasure, and pain filling her in equal measures as his immense presence parted her. It was a beautiful punishment, earning passionate gasps from her as Darion fucked her hard enough to drill her to the ground.
Still, she realized a benefit to her hapless moans. Erin clearly thought that her voice was properly suppressed by hers, and stopped keeping herself back. Fatima heard enough to know that she was playing with herself.
“Enough,” Darion said a moment later, and for all supposed problems, she panicked. They couldn’t stop … not until she climaxed. “It’s not fair for her to not see your beautiful body,” he whispered as he grabbed her arms.
And she found herself pulled up, each push making her tits dance wildly. She knew she was supposed to keep her voice down, but as he pushed himself fully inside, there was no hope of that. He pushed repeatedly, and she lost control completely.
Though, she was not the only one. A glance she threw to the side showed that Erin was not any better, losing herself in the pleasure … going as far as to keep her eyes closed, completely unafraid of the risk of being caught.
Not that Fatima could blame her.
Darion changed the position once more, and this time, she found herself locked between the hard wall, and his even harder body. “Well, we must be putting on a good show. Our audience is going crazy,” he whispered.
“T-true,” Fatima whispered, all she could say. Their audience wasn’t the only one that was going crazy.
She abandoned herself to the pleasure, the orgasm hitting hard. Luckily, in her position, there was no risk of collapsing. She was safe.
Erin started trembling a while later, and Fatima watched her as she walked away without even bothering to fix her clothes. “Our audience left,” Darion whispered even as he lifted her, forcing her into a position that left absolutely nothing hidden. Fatima trembled again, this time in fear. If she decided to take another glimpse, there would be no hiding the fact that Erin was already caught.
“Y-yes,” she moaned.
“So, how about allowing her some backstage access…” he whispered.
Fatima wanted to say it was too much, but when she opened her mouth, another answer left it. “As you wish, sir…”
