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It shouldn’t have been so shocking. After everything that had happened since her interview, Marinette knew she was working for a pervert. She had played right into his hands on multiple occasions now. Stepping back into that office wasn’t easy with the confusing mix of excitement and dread stirring within her. Gabriel sat behind his glass top desk against the back wall of the large room. His satisfied smirk said it all. He called and Marinette came running. If she had just ran after the first time this might now be happening again. But did she really want it to stop?
“I’m glad to see you again, Miss Dupain-Cheng,” Gabriel said.
A shiver ran through Marinette’s body.
“Of course, sir,” she said.
Her cheeks already burned as her stomach roiled with anticipation. That horrible itch of knowing something was coming, but not being sure what it might be this time. Was he going to order her to sit under his desk and suck him off for the rest of the day? Bend her over a conference table through a meeting? Maybe force her to sit half nude for him to play with when he wanted to. Marinette swallowed down the arousal that stirred within her. She spent too much time on her vibrator at home fantasizing about the older man.
“I called you here today to let you know after our last meeting things are going to... change.” Gabriel said, his eyes wandering her body. “You’ve proven yourself a fascinating new play thing-”
“Play thing?” Marinette interrupted.
Her boss’s expression hardened. Immediately, she regretted interrupting him, but she couldn’t take being called something like that. It didn’t matter how good he was with his tongue.
“I am not a toy. You can’t just-”
“Play with you? You didn’t seem to have a problem with it when you shook your tits at me for this job.”
Shamed burned in Marinette’s cheeks. Her lips fell open to protest, but there wasn’t anything she could say to refute that. She had shaken her tits at him for the job. She had jerked him to completion. She even let him eat her out on his desk.
“If you don’t want to continue then you are more than welcome to tender your resignation. Or...”
Lifting a hand from his lap, Gabriel set a device on his desk. A small, egg shaped piece of pink plastic wobbled back and forth as he leaned back. It only took a moment before Marinette realized what it was.
“Wear this vibrator for the rest of the day.”
“The- the whole day?” She asked.
“If you’re nervous, I could always help-”
Snatching the vibrator from his desk, Marinette shook her head quickly. Nothing about this felt normal, but she couldn’t deny the excitement winning out over her nerves. She turned towards the door as she looked down at the egg in her hand. Her hand only just touched the door before Gabriel cleared his throat behind her.
“Where are you going, Miss Dupain-Cheng?”
“I was... I was just going to go tot he bathroom a-and-”
The slow shake of his head sent a chill through Marinette. Swallowing thickly, she stepped away from the door. She approached the desk, her nerves finally winning out. Despite everything they had already done, this made it feel real. If she dropped her skirt now in front of her boss there was no pretending she didn’t want it. No pretending she didn’t think about their time together every moment of the day.
Pulling the zipped on the side of her skirt. Marinette let it drop to the floor. It crumpled around her feet. Gabriel’s eyes scanned down her body, taking in the thong under her nylons. His tongue peeked out to run across his lower lip as she began rolling down her tights. When they were low enough Marinette spread her legs and pressed the vibrator between her lips. As soon as it was halfway inside, it slipped the rest of the way in. Vibrations blasted through Marinette’s pussy. Her hand shot out to grip the edge of the desk to keep herself up. Knees buckled as a loud cry of pleasure surprised both of them. The sick smirk that spread across Gabriel’s lip didn’t help how Marinette’s body. He stood and walked around his desk. His shadow fell over her trembling body as a cold hand slid between her legs. A finger pushed up between her lips and pushed the device deeper.
“Remember you can leave, but until then... you are my play thing. This pussy is mine.”
“Y-yes, sir!”
The vibrations stopped before Marinette was overwhelmed entirely. Her legs felt like jelly as they collapsed. Leaning her forehead into the cold edge of the desk, her chest rose and fell quickly as she tried to catch her breath. Gabriel stepped back around his desk. He picked up the phone and tapped out a few numbers.
“Yes, we are ready for that meeting... Make it three minutes.”
Setting the phone back in the cradle, he let out a heavy sigh.
“Unless you want your supervisor to know your preference in panties, I would suggest you get dressed.”
Low vibrations still radiated through Marinette’s core as she pulled herself back up to standing. She struggled to get her nylons back in place. In a fit of frustration, she slipped her shoes off and pulled the stockings off. Tossing them into a nearby trash can, she hurried to get her skirt back in place. She was smoothing it out as the door opened and her supervisor stepped inside. The tall man, only several years older than Marinette, looked to her with surprise. When he turned to their boss now sitting at the couch to the side.
“I decided to invite Miss Dupain-Cheng in on the next collection,” Gabriel said. “She has quite the eye for fashion, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Uh... Yes- I mean, of course,” her supervisor said.
Assembling together by the couch, Marinette was perched on a plush seat to the side. Her supervisor spread out the plans they had been working on without her already. He would turn to her, occasionally inviting her input on the work. Giving anything beyond a quick nod or smile was hard as the vibrations deep within her grew less tolerable. Even at such a low level, it only encouraged the desperate excitement the initial assault started. It was like keeping kindling on a roaring bonfire. A sustained fire still burned inside her, kept at a warming point that threatened to push her over the edge. If it didn’t stop she was definitely going to fall into a humiliating orgasm in front of a man she had to see every day.
The intensity grew slowly but steadily. Marinette’s blue eyes short over to Gabriel. He looked positively normal as he reviewed the pages spread across the table. In his hand was the remote, his finger on the button as he clicked it higher. A low buzz began to emanate from within Marinette as she tried to squeeze her legs together.
“A-and, um... I’m sorry, is your phone-”
Looking to the young woman, her supervisor froze as he finally saw her state. Marinette was trembling like a leaf as she tried to fight the pleasure roaring through her body. Her lips were pressed into a thin line as she took quick, shallow breaths. Dark spots floated in her vision as she struggled to hold down a moan. The older man looked away quickly, his face growing red.
“Anyways, we were, um... We- we could always, um-”
She couldn’t do this anymore. Falling back in her chair, Marinette felt her body kick into auto-drive. Pleasure took over where logic should have ruled as a lewd cry of pleasure ripped through her body. Her hips rolled against the unending sensation, back arching from the chair as her head fell back. A rip sound followed her her legs pushed themselves wide for anyone to see her black thong. Cold air tickled the wetness soaked into the thin fabric. It should have made Marinette feel sick to be so openly orgasming in front of her superiors, but that only fueled the fire.
The vibrations continued at full blast long after her orgasm finished. It buzzed against her sensitive walls and threatened to pull another wash of mind numbing pleasure over her. Marinette’s body shook as tears collected in her eyes. All the while, she felt her supervisor’s wide eyes stare in shock. Gabriel barely seemed bothered as he slipped the remote back in his pocket.
“I-I- This- I should-” Her supervisor said, hands shaking as he collected the pages spread out.
The bulge growing against his pants said it all. Marinette squeezed her eyes shut tight as she tried to ignore how the sight made her feel. That bone deep satisfaction to know it wasn’t just her that found this situation sinfully arousing. She was never going to be able to look him in the eye again, but she knew this moment would play in her mind every time she came on a vibrator. The intense vibrations didn’t end until the door was closed behind him. Marinette let out a heaving breath, relief filling her as she finally had a moment to bask in the full body throb shaking her in her seat. Somehow, even as the vibrator stilled, she could still feel the phantom of it’s touch rattling her bones.
“You did very good, my dear.”
Standing from the couch, Gabriel walked around her seat. His hand slipped down and cupped one of her tits. The gentle squeeze only frustrated Marinette more as her fingers found her clit. The vibrations turned at that soft lower level. This wasn’t even close to the end.