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Click herePoking his head out of the restroom, he saw that Stacy was still on the floor, now posed on the carpet, watching him as he emerged, still covered with cum, one breast stacked on top of the other as she rested on her side. She smirked and waved at him.
"Goodnight, lover..." she said smugly. "See you soon."
Shaking his head, he looked away from her and finally pulled open the door and marched out of her office. Keeping his head down, he noted that the party was pretty much over, with most everyone gone. He hoped none of them knew what they'd done, but... they'd been really loud. Some of them knew, no doubt. They had to. Fuck... another thing he'd have to deal with.
Marching over to Kendall's office, he pushed open the door, looked into the darkened room, and found his wife's groggy form resting on the couch, sleeping on her side. Ryan's mind went to the sight he'd seen of Stacy in a somewhat similar position moments prior. Shaking that thought clear, he stepped into the office.
"Hon..." he croaked out, shaking her awake.
"Whuh..." she groaned, stirring awake.
"Hon, we need to go," he stated firmly. Her eyes opened, still looking groggy and drunk.
"Are we not home?" she asked.
"No... we're still at the office," he admitted.
Eventually getting her to her feet, he put her arm around his shoulder so he could support her as they walked out together. It was only as they began walking back across the office to the elevator that Ryan noticed one person still at the party, watching them.
Kendall.
Sitting on a desk near the center of the room, she'd clearly been watching him the whole time, waiting for him to notice. Sitting on the desk, eating a few leftover olives from her empty martini glass, she looked up at him as he emerged. He gave her a pained glance, as if asking 'what now?' He wondered if she knew, and when her face lit up with a confident, knowing grin, he knew without a doubt that she definitely knew exactly what had happened here tonight.
"Have a good night!" she called out, a little too cheerily, giving the couple a little wave. Ryan shook his head and looked away, marching his wife out of the office, and into the elevator, finally getting the hell out of here for good.
It was only once he was fully gone that Kendall finally moved. Standing up, having been waiting long enough that she'd mostly sobered up, she stepped towards Stacy's office, curious to see what she'd find. Wanting to see the damage. But what she saw was beyond what she'd expected.
Splayed out on the floor, now resting on her back, Stacy had never looked more like the whore she was. Her hair a mess, her tits and face painted with cum, a bead of thick semen oozing from her pussy, the Asian woman was a wreck. Lifting her head to see Kendall, Stacy smiled at her.
"Have a good time?" Kendall asked. Stacy laughed groggily.
"Yeah... it was fucking amazing..." the boss lady sighed, head rolling back.
"I can see that," Kendall replied. "Heard it too..."
"What?" Stacy asked.
"Nothing," her subordinate replied. "You know, I really shouldn't have to see my own boss covered with some dude's cum."
"You should have seen that fucking dude in action," Stacy replied. Kendall looked away at this.
"How big was he?" Kendall inquired.
"Like..." she began, her head rising, searching for an appropriate response. "Like my arm! I swear! Fuck! It had to be 10 inches!"
"Wow..." Kendall sighed, genuinely impressed. "When you get your stuff together, you know I want to hear everything!" Kendall effused. Stacy nodded and let her head fall back.
"Alright, it's pretty late. Let's get you cleaned up," Kendall said, shifting into friend mode. Helping her boss to her feet, Kendall spent the next few minutes cleaning up her friend, getting her to a place where it wasn't so obvious she'd just gotten her brains fucked out. She even carefully kept Stacy's red dress clear of the mess, not wanting anything to happen to such an amazing garment. And it was far too uncomfortable for her to wear in her current state anyways. Luckily, Stacy had some spare clothing here as Kendall dressed her, pulling on some tight yoga pants, a company t-shirt, and some sneakers. Leading her sex-drunk friend out, keeping her steady as she wobbled on her two feet, she ended up balancing her boss against a wall as she moved to turn out some of the stray lights still on in the office.
In this interim, a groggy but blissed-out Stacy grabbed her phone, a wicked thought passing across her mind. Her thoughts suddenly going to the woman who'd inadvertently kicked this whole thing into motion, she couldn't help but gloat. Her fingers working fast, she shot off a text to Dr. White.
'You were SO right!'
Smiling to herself, she was surprised to see a fast reply, as if the doctor was for some reason waiting for her message. But her response dispelled that motion.
'What do you mean?' Dr. White replied. Stacy looked away for a moment before smiling and finding a reply.
'You'll find out eventually...' she teased. Looking up, she saw Kendall approaching. Pocketing her phone, she was suddenly struck by another driving physical need that had been unquenched for far too long. "Can we get something to eat? I'm fucking starving..." Stacy finally admitted. Kendall smiled, happy to hear her finally admit it.
"What, was his cum not enough?" Kendall asked snarkily.
"Well, clearly, I didn't swallow a whole lot of it," Stacy replied. Kendall grinned.
"Fine. We can get some burgers," Kendall said, almost feeling like Stacy's mom. "I'm sure the drive-thru is still open." Stacy smiled at this.
"Thank you, Kendall!" she replied somewhat sarcastically, her too feeling the same weird dynamic between them and mocking.
"Can I at least drive your car?" Kendall asked, looking to take advantage of her friend's current state and get a little something for herself.
"Not a goddamn chance!" Stacy replied. Kendall smirked.
"It was worth a shot," Kendall said, shrugging as the two friends reached the entrance of the office.
Kendall flicked the light switch off, and locked the main door to the office. And as the elevator doors closed with them inside, the very eventful Harper Finance Christmas party finally ended.
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- COMMENTS
Marklynda27 months agoEpic fing story! Gotta be the best sex scene I've ever read, bar none! Totally looking forward to reading the next installment. I appreciate your and your Muse's imagination and literary abilities to bring it to your story. Thank you for sharing your vision and talents.
Ambul7 months agoAbsolutely phenomenal chapter, and story. Nothing can get as hot and erotic as this. Great writing and incredibly imaginative dialogue and story development.
cj12345almost 2 years agoLoved it! This chapter along with your other stories are amazing! Have you even thought about going even further with the humiliation… have Kayla fucking behind a screen while Dr White does Lizzy’s therapy, maybe even Stacey’s taking the toilet flushing a step further…?
interfantasyalmost 2 years agoThis was so worth the wait!! This is your writing at it's absolute best!! The wait in between stories doesn't matter when you produce something to this standard. My favorite story yet. Absolutely mind blowing.
Anonymousalmost 2 years ago@Anonymous
Your comment strikes me as being made by someone who searches around, looking for things to be offended by. It is ridiculous to say that to refer to a character from Japan as Asian is racism. I am from Britain. It would be the same as saying it is offensive to call me a European, or to call someone from the US a North American. You also claim that all of Thetalkman's black female characters are strippers, so I checked that claim out (only took a couple of minutes research) and guess what, you are wrong, not all of his black female characters are strippers. In fact, only one of his 87 (as of today) stories, as far as I can tell, has black strippers in it. Thetalkman hasn't written about many black female characters, but Skye in Buttholing is a High School Athlete and Vanessa in The Black Wedding is the CEO of a major company. My politics are heavily lean left wing and I suspect yours do too. However, your brand of identity driven, aggressive 'woke' agenda is what pushes many people, who would probably agree with many of the same things as you, running in the opposite direction. Thetalkman has written many stories about old women (the Old Ladies series, The Phillips Family series, The Cline's series, the 4th Street series and the Foxy Grandma series), than the one story he he has about Black Strippers. So using your dumb logic, Thetalkman is much more of a raving ageist, than he is a racist because he has written many stories about evil old women. I'm surprised you didn't go with this line of attack in your post, or did that not fit your agenda?
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoA hint of racism?
You established that Stacy is Japanese in the previous entry but you still regard her as "Asian" which is generalized. Also combined with the fact that all your black characters are strippers, just seems like you are white guy who can't help but shine his confederacy through.
So if you are going to write about minorities, at least show them some respect :)
The_Crazy_Onealmost 2 years agoI'm also starting to wonder if all these various stories are all inter-linked some how. But frankly the sex here is hot so I'm along for the ride.
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoThank you for the intelligent story. Your skill level is good enough that the f bombs don't add as much to the story for me. The future of lizzy watching sounds great, but the potential joy of sneaking around behind her back and having the inside information form the therapist is brilliant. I love the give and take back and forth. Hopefully Stacy has hidden cameras and audio in the office.
The theme of the Stockholm syndrome story with the bound up wife in the closet watching and listening....think like multiple monitors, angles for Lizzy may be appropriate. Also like him blowing his load inside Stacy, and the breast fucking is also fantastic.
Maybe in some fashion Ryan can get permission, to try and help convince Stacy again to be nicer to Lizzy. Like having the same scenario happen with dinner at Ryan and Lizzys where the new couple goes at it again, and again while Lizzy is comatose again, her suspicion growing, all while understanding that Ryan is designed to mate with a woman like Stacy not her.
Dr White should encourage more interactions with Stacy for Ryan and Lizzy. I would prefer myself that Marley had a separate storyline, perhaps in a seduction of someone that is supposed to help Lizzy, ie. Male coworker friend that wasn't mentioned, new coworker. The stuff between Stacy and Ryan is so hot, it doesn't really need the extra hot babies.
Stacy wearing lingerie, Lizzy's or purchased with Lizzies money, leather leggings, corsets for Stacy. Again all suggestion from nobody to the master of suspense. Thank you again. The flashes in Lizzies mind are so hot and could be a little longer, add more of what Ryan's muscles look like flexing into the little babe.
Prolonging the agony on Lizzy is to be sought. Also can't wait to hear Dr Whites side. Dr White may provide the best storyline, can't wait. Thank you. Aside from acdd123, and Stormbringer you are the best, no, you are the best writer. I'm not into all of your stories but the non consent stuff is phenomenal. Kudos. Keep up the good work
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoThis was sensational, but my God I hope Stacey, Kendall and Marley get even meaner in the 3rd part and completely destroy that loser Lizzy’s life with the help of Dr. White of course
