Aww, You're So Sweet, Saying You Love Me. But I'm A Lesbian. I Feel Bad Now, Though. You Are So Nice,

Well-Dressed Women #176

It was only a month ago that Angie had joined the company and was assigned the desk adjacent to Jack’s. She seemed nice and polite enough, while also being efficient and skilled at her job. A perfectly acceptable work partner.

She did though have one habit that he found… distracting. Whenever she would make casual conversation with him she had this habit of turning toward him, her sleek, toned leg swaying in a rhythmic, mesmerizing way.

Not wanting to risk being called to HR Jack did his best to avert his gaze and look away when she spoke to him. Unfortunately, she had this way about her… an authoritative demeanor… that made it difficult.

All it took was for Angie to say, “Jack? I’m talking to you… look at me,” in her soft, yet assertive tone of voice. Just a few words and he would find himself looking her way again, and without fail his gaze would inevitably drift back to the captivating sway of her leg.

Within a few days of working with her Jack found his mind beginning to drift with thoughts of her… inappropriate thoughts… fantasies of what it might be like to be with her.

Even though he found them to be unnerving in a way her couldn’t quite put his finger on Jack began to look forward to their casual chats.

There was something about the way she spoke to him… her choice of words… the cadence… the silky tone of her voice. He found it to be mesmerizing, as if Angie’s voice was weaving around him and drawing him in.

There were times when he found himself zoning out, like he was hearing her voice her but not the actual words she was saying. Instead he found himself gazing at her legs, his mouth hanging open, his mind disoriented… dazed… empty… and unwittingly now fully under Angie’s control.

He nodded mindlessly as her voice softly urged, “That’s it, Jack…. look at my legs…. watch them… they’re so sexy… they turn you on, don’t they?… you can’t look at them without getting hard… you can’t think about them without getting hard… you can’t think about me without getting hard…”

Day after day her suggestions continued, drawing him in deeper, becoming bolder, strengthening her hold over him until Jack was utterly defenseless against her.

Now, all that could save him were those times when Angie was merciful, flipping the switches and triggers in his mind in such a way that would allow him a chance to be productive at work and offer him a respite from the state of near constant arousal in which he now found himself.

But, the rest of the time?

Jack was a wreck.

And it wasn’t just the dreams when he’d wake up in a sweat, feverishly aroused, achingly hard, night after night cruelly waking from his dream just as Angie was about to fulfill his fantasy and give him the orgasm he so desperately needed. When without fail Jack would wake a moment too soon, deprived of his relief, so desperately frustrated that even his own efforts to find release proved to be futile. Instead, he was left to find his way back to sleep still desperate… aching… mindlessly whimpering Angie’s name.

It was also his conversations in the office with her. Those moments of feeling as if he were zoning out as they chatted began taking on a different tone. More erotic. More visual. And in a surreal way, more life-like.

The first time had left him feeling dazed, disoriented, and even embarrassed. As he listened to Angie’s voice he found himself losing focus, his mind drifting off to a fantasy in which he imagined he were kneeling before her, kissing her feminine polished toes, working his way up her sleek, sexy legs, adoringly worshipping them…. becoming so turned on… so hard…

Only to feel himself snapping out of his fantasy at the sound of her voice. “Jack?…. sweetie?… everything ok? We’re done talking now and need to get back to work, okay?”

He was mortified. Had he said anything? Oh god, had she noticed his face was flushed and his cock was straining against his pants? Fortunately, apparently he was safe, Angie seemed oblivious to his plight and was already back at work.

To his dismay these occurrences became more frequent. More erotic. More vivid.

The next time Jack imagined Angie’s voice urging him on even further, instructing him, guiding him. His mouth drifting higher up her calves… to her shapely thighs… her fingers entwining in his hair, nudging him higher… until he was between her thighs, kissing, licking, sucking… until it was as if his senses were being overwhelmed by the heat, scent, and taste of creamy female arousal.

But as suddenly as the fantasy began it was gone and once again he was sitting at his desk, frazzled, Angie’s voice bringing him back to reality.

Jack was at the point where just walking into his office and seeing Angie was unnerving, his cock stiffening, his mind whirring with a sense of helplessness as he wondered whether or not today he would again be slipping into one of those dream-like fantasies when they chatted.

They began to take on a new twist, not only did Jack imagine himself worshiping and pleasuring his work partner, but she was doing the same for him. Her soft hand stroking him… her tongue teasing him… the only difference was that unlike when he imagined licking Angie to orgasm, Jack always snapped back to reality before he could reach his.

It was becoming maddening to him. Was he losing his mind? Why did this keep happening to him?? Should he set up a session with a therapist??

And why in god’s name could he no longer get all the way to an orgasm?? Why did every fantasy, every dream, every hallucination always end a moment too soon and leave him aching in frustration?

Finally, one day after Jack broke free from one of his surreal fantasies he sat at his desk trembling… lightheaded… so disoriented and aching to cum so badly he thought he might break down and cry.

He began softly muttering to himself to the point that Angie called over to him and asked, “Jack? Are you okay?”

In a soft, weak voice he answered, “N-no…. I’m not. Something’s wrong with me… I… I can’t tell you what it is… but, something’s wrong. I… I think I need to make an appointment to see someone.”

To his surprise, he watched as Angie rose from her desk and approached him, standing behind him. She began speaking in that calm, mesmerizing voice that immediately caused his mind to open to her.

This time though, rather than rendering his mind completely malleable and taking him deep, she allowed a small portion to remain aware, just enough to keep him barely tethered to reality.

Gently raking her fingers through his hair she purred, “You’re fine, Jack… nothing’s wrong with you. I’ve got you.”

“I… I don’t understand?” His voice was soft, distant, but still coherent.

“You don’t need to understand, you just need to know that you’re mine now. All I’m doing is giving you what you want. I could tell the first day we met… how easily your mind surrendered to my will.”

“So… this… is real??”

Laughing softly Angie purred, “Well that depends on what you want. Do you want it to be real, Jack? Do you want more of what you’ve been experiencing?”

“Oh god….,” he moaned in excitement.

Pressing her lips to his ear, she whispered, “Do you want to be mine, Jack?… my toy?… my helpless, little plaything?”

“God yes!” he groaned.

Chuckling softly, Angie purred, “Perfect…. then, cum for me, Jack. Cum for me now.”

To his utter disbelief, a moment later a wave of pleasure washed over him and he felt himself cumming uncontrollably, releasing weeks worth of pent-up cum into his pants.

As one of the most intense, and without a doubt the most unexpected orgasm seemed to go on forever Angie’s voice cooed in his ear, “That’s it… don’t try to fight it, you can’t… cum for me…. don’t stop… give me all of it…. every… last… drop.”

When the waves finally subsided, Angie couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the dazed, disbelieving, and totally spent man. Kissing his ear softly she murmured, “You are sooo mine, Jack… and this is only the beginning.”