CFNM Revenge Tales (13 page)

“When I shortly
release you from these handcuffs, you will be allowed to leave, but take this
as your final warning. I’ve told Laura to keep a close eye on you.”

Adam nodded, thrusting
his cock at Ms Davenport, trying with all his will not to rub it against her
silky legs. His senses had been reduced from five to one all he craved was
touch.

“Lisa,” Ms Davenport
said into her speaker. “Would you bring Adam’s clothes in here please.”

When Lisa entered she
was shocked to see Adam handcuffed to the front of Ms Davenport’s desk and
amused to find the cock-ring pushing Adam’s cock forward, displaying his plump
balls proudly. Where had that come from she wondered. She put Adam’s neatly
folded clothes on a chair.

“Lisa,” said Ms
Davenport, stopping her before she left. “Don’t ever be intimidated by a man.”

She glanced at Adam,
who was thrusting his hips forward humping the air, trying to reach Ms
Davenport’s silky pantyhose.

“Look at what they can
be reduced to.”

Lisa walked out amazed
at Adam’s level of arousal, astonished at the day’s events.

Ms Davenport finally
unlocked Adam from the desk and handcuffs. He immediately rushed to his clothes
and put them on untidily, barely buttoning his shirt, stuffing his tie into his
pockets and not bothering with his socks. Ms Davenport at her desk didn’t even
look at him as he ran out the office. The lobby was empty, Lisa not at her
post. Adam was too agitated to wait for the lift, and ran to the stairwell,
descended down it at speed, all the while furiously rubbing his crotch.

He rushed for the
floor he worked on and rattled the washroom door. It was locked. “God damn it,”
he swore. He ran to the nearest room, it was the very same room Laura had
introduced Adam to the gel a week previously. It was modest with a rectangular
table at its centre, dark glass panels along one wall. Slamming the door, Adam
grabbed a chair propping it under the door, he wasn’t going to be seen by
anyone this time.

Within seconds Adam
had his trousers and boxers around his ankles, had ripped his shirt open,
pinging the few button’s he’d done up on the floor. He lay against the table
moving his hand rapidly over his pulsating cock. It was wet and shiny, dripping
pre-cum. Adam moved from the table to the glass panelled wall, placing one hand
on the dark glass, the other was pumping his manhood with such speed his hand
was almost a blur.

For a brief second he
caught sight of himself reflected in the glass, he looked like a wild animal,
beads of sweat ran from his forehead, his body glistened. Images of the women
he’d seen throughout the day flashed through his mind, before lingering on Ms
Davenport. The moment she’d sat perched on her desk, handing him the jar of
gel. That look of utter, self possessed smugness she’d given him.

Adam felt a huge surge
of pressure within him, he closed his eyes and his stroking slowed slightly,
the entire the length of him shook. Pure ecstasy over came him, wave after wave
of pleasure flowed through him, as stream after stream of milky white cum
exploded, gushing like a geyser from him, splattering and then running down the
glass panelled wall where it landed.

Opening his eyes he
took a deep breath, what an orgasm, finally he’d felt the release that had
built up all day, relief, joyous, unhindered relief. But then….what the. A
light came on in the adjoining room. “Oh My God” was all Adam could mouth. The
room was full of his female colleagues. Sexy Keeley and Lisa were laughing in
hysterics, plain Claire from I.T. was still staring lustily at his cock,
Hannah, and fat Sally, were giggling at the thought that this was the second
time he’d put on such a show for them in under two weeks. Laura stood in the centre,
clapping, smiling broadly.

To Adam’s utter horror,
there was another figure in the room. Smiling by the light switch her thin
smile was Ms Davenport. She’d premeditated Adam’s actions, known where he would
go. She’d taken the elevator, ordered for the washroom door to be locked and
asked the women to convene here. Looking at mortified Adam trying to cover his
still dribbling cock, she thought how predictable men were when it came to
their desires. As she left the women to their fun, she was pleased, this gel
was going to be a money-spinner.