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dracoqueen22Characters: Also featuring Anna
Enticements: Non-Consensual Voyeurism
They are like clockwork.
Very sexy. Very hot. Very loud clockwork.
Every Tuesday afternoon, after lunch, during Big Mike’s afternoon nap and Morgan’s second lunch/fourth snack. Anna used to wonder why she’s the only one who ever caught them.
John’s glare is something fierce so she figures that’s it.
And then she wonders: “what about Sarah?”
Until two weeks later, Anna peers from behind a stack of unopened supply boxes and while Chuck is still draped over the desk, it’s ‘cause Sarah’s riding him like there’s no tomorrow.
And that answers that.
Statistically, however, the perpetrator is John more than Sarah. Anna figures that’s ‘cause he has the easier access. Doesn’t matter to Anna either way. A show is a show, and either have her hand shoved down her skirt, past her belt, heel rubbing hard over her clit.
Today it is John, and boy is he hungry.
He has Chuck bent over the rarely used Assistant Manager’s desk, Chuck’s face buried in a stack of old customer receipts that should’ve been shredded two years ago. One of John’s hands buries thick fingers in Chuck’s hair; the other pins Chuck’s hands to his back.
John’s fucking him hard enough to rattle the desk, their bodies slapping together. There’ll be a bruise later, Anna’s sure of it. John seems the type to like leaving bruises, to smirk over them later, because it’ll make Chuck flush.
Chuck does flush prettily, so Anna can’t blame him.
John’s silent, save for some grunts and mutterings. Especially when he drapes himself across Chuck’s back and humps him, little snaps of his hips that must drive him deep.
Chuck makes little “ah! ah! ah!” sounds, his hips grinding against the desk, his fingers twitching. His face is turned toward her, bright red, eyes squeezed shut but lips wet from John’s messy kisses.
Anna always comes to these sounds, her juices soaking her panties, and her clit throbbing as she gnaws her tongue to keep quiet.
While she tingles and fights her breathing, she enjoys the rest of the show.
John always comes first. Always. Sometimes inside Chuck. Sometimes pulling out to paint Chuck’s bare ass and lower back with his spunk.
He growls like a beast and ruts like one, but Chuck never seems to mind.
Especially not when John jerks him up, spins him around, and exchanges favors. Usually with a hand job that has Chuck clutching at John’s shoulders and spilling helplessly with a few good pumps.
Sometimes, though, John gets playful. Like today.
He drops to his knees, wraps his mouth around Chuck’s dick, slides a hand between Chuck’s legs, and swallows Chuck to the root.
Chuck sings, hips pumping, one fist in his mouth, the other clutching John’s shoulder. His eyes roll back. He staggers, kept upright only by John’s grip on his hips, and when he comes, it’s with a sexy little whine.
Times like these, Anna kinda envies both Sarah and John. She’d never thought about what a good toy Chuck would make until these two came along. Now she’s kinda wishing she’d scooped him up first.
Oh, well.
Chuck comes and John grins around his dick, letting his hips jerk a few times before he pulls back and spits into a tissue. John never swallows. Such a waste. Though sometimes, he does climb back up Chuck’s body, grips his head, and kisses him. And Anna just knows he’s feeding Chuck back his own spunk.
Damn, that’s hot.
Afterward is the waiting, Anna ducking down to sit against the boxes, listening to them murmur to each other, softly laughing as John helps Chuck tidy up his clothes, and she toys with herself a bit more. Not to come, just to feel good. She licks her fingers clean and grins as she hears the door click shut when they leave.
See you next week, gentlemen.
