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“You are so tight, pet!”

He starts thrusting, pulling his heavy dick in and out of me slowly at first. I can feel every inch grind against my g-spot and the rest of my pussy walls. The friction that builds between us is unbearable. Each thrust and grind makes my pussy ache more and steals my breath until I’m gasping.

“Ah, yes!” he grunts. “You’re so fucking good, Mandy. I’m going to fuck you raw every day! Would you like that, my good pet?”

I can’t answer him. My head is so dizzy that I just let it drop and dangle between my arms. All of my concentration is on the blasting hot feeling between my tightening pussy walls. My abs are pulled so tight. Even my butt is clenched. Electric-like zaps run up through my body from my clit every time his balls slap into it. I’m becoming overwhelmed with pleasure.

Christian increases his tempo and starts pounding me harder. My eyes flicker closed. All I can hear is the grunts he makes and the wet slaps of his thighs against mine. Everything in me tightens, fighting with and against his thick cock sliding in and out of me. My pussy and lower lips grip him as hard as they can, begging his cock to stay inside me. The room — the tunnel —starts spinning.

Then it happens. The biggest orgasm of my entire life hits me like a bus. My pussy thumps. My lower lips throb. My clit zaps and sends bursts of electric sparkles into my stomach. A strange release hits causing me to pour out my juices in squirt after squirt. Shaking rips through my body. The world spins faster. I can’t breathe. Pleasure sends my whole body and being into tingles. Then everything goes black.

I wake up a few minutes later, out of the tunnel and lying flat on my back on the cold concrete floor of the basement. Aftershocks shake my body, starting with my pussy and running out to my hands and feet. They make me mumble incoherently and roll my head back and forth.

A large, warm hand rubs my tummy. “Doing alright, pet?”

My head is still swimming. My vision is blurry, but I can see Christian leaning against the wall at my feet. He rubs my tummy again lightly.

“How’d you get me out?” My words slur a bit.

“There was a latch to the side of the clamp. It’s for the cables.”

I nod my head slightly, pretending that his explanation makes sense. The room spins again causing me to erupt into giggles.

“Don’t worry, pet,” Christian tells me. “I won’t make you go in there again.”

I giggle, sounding drunk. “No, please do, sir. Please do.”

Chapter Ten

Christian

To mix things up a few days later, I ask Mandy to meet me in the McKenzie Tech cafeteria. After spending most of the morning watching her pussy flutter and twitch over my computer monitor, I’m ready for some real play. My dick is hard and aching for something a little risqué.

She blinks as we stand in line in the much too bright cafeteria, folding her arms over her chest and looking around confused. I follow her gaze.

Kane must really like windows because the building he chose for McKenzie Tech is filled with them. The cafeteria has a full wall of glass, two stories high, with double doors that lead out to a picnic area. The walls are a clean, stark white interspersed with planters of greenery and a few flowers. The booths and tables are green as well. The decor gives the impression of a hothouse, not an eatery.

“What are we doing out here?” Mandy grumps.

“Getting lunch.”

“I’ve already had lunch.” Her words sound annoyed, but I see her eyeing a large cinnamon roll. I grab the plate it is on and slide it onto my tray.

“Grab two cups of coffee.” I nod over to the coffee bar.

Mandy sighs, shrugs her shoulders exaggeratedly and walks over to the coffee. While she is busy, I pay for her cinnamon roll, a muffin for me, and two coffees. Tray in hand, I look to find a circular booth — someplace sort of out of the way. There is one in the back that is just perfect for my plans.

Quickly, I set our snacks down and return the tray. There are just a few people in the cafeteria at this time of day. It’s a good mix of private and public.

“What’s going on—” Mandy starts to call me Christian but stops— “Mr. Keeley?”

I gesture for her to take a seat in the booth then slide in next to her. She scoots over a little, but I slide over so that our thighs are touching under the table. She looks up at me, confused. Usually, when one shares a booth it is customary to sit on opposite sides. It helps with the conversation. However, conversation is not what I am after.

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