Chapter 52: Lecherous Sophia
I watched her throat work as she swallowed and knew she could still taste me.
Sophia risked a glance at me. I was watching her — calm, professional, the faintest hint of a smirk at the corner of my lips.
’LUST! Since when did this happen? I can hear Sophia’s thoughts so vividly. It’s so funny.’
[It part of your new ability]
’Ohh, I see now.’ I said as I reviewed the latest system update. ’Well I’m loving it, I could sit down all day and read her thoughts.’
Her thighs tightened. The pressure forced another warm pulse of cum to squeeze out against her panties.
A tiny, shameful rush of heat rolled through her stomach.
’I’m going to leave a wet spot on this chair too if I’m not careful. Then someone else will sit in it after me. Maybe Paul will walk me out later and I’ll have to smile while I feel everything sliding down my thighs. He kisses my temple every time. If he leans in this time he’ll smell it. He’ll smell what was done to me."
Her nipples were stiff against her blouse. She kept her arms close to her body so one would notice.
Another slide appeared on the screen. And Paul began speaking about Pennywells. My jaw clenched. ’This fucker.’
Sophia nodded as if she cared.
’I wonder if his office upstairs isn’t so messy anymore. Still wet. Still warm. Still smells like my cunt and his cum. Paul is going to be there after this meeting ends. He’s going to lean back on that chair and work while he’s sitting on everything we left behind.. And I’ll know. I’ll be thinking about it every second. About that ice cream tease- God. About his cum both loaded in my stomach and pussy. About how I came so hard I nearly cried. About how I thanked him for ruining it.’
A fresh wave of arousal made her dig her nails into her palm under the table.
Paul’s voice cuts through.
"Sophia? You’ve been quiet. Any contributions to the Pennywells investment plan?"
Everyone turned their head towards her.
She lifted her chin cluelessly, smiled the perfect, polished smile of a corporate lady, and spoke in a clear, steady voice while another slow trickle of cum escaped her.
"Mr. White has already said it all frankly, we’ve done our research on Pennywells and so far it’s a company for the future of GoldCorp."
Paul nodded, pleased. "Agreed."
But frankly she had no idea what she was concoring with. I shook my head, a bit disappointed.
But they just didn’t know what I knew so I can’t really blame anyone.
Sophia looked back down at her notes.
’Good. See! I’m a good wife, and I’m still focused.. even though I’m sitting her full of Kenji’s cum, legs pressed together, already aching for the next time he fucks me and reminds me who actually owns me—’
She crossed her legs the other way, clenching again, and waiting for the meeting to end.
When the meeting finally ended, people filed out. Paul stayed behind gathering papers. He glanced at Sophia.
His brows frowned. "You seem a little flushed. Are you feeling okay?"
She smiled again, perfectly composed. "I’m fine.. even doing better."
He walked up to her and kissed her temple and headed for the elevator up to his office.
I stepped into my office finally after being at work for an hour plus.
I felt something was missing but I just couldn’t tell what it was. "Where’s my bag!?" I muttered. Then my eyes opened to the realization. "Shit!"
"LUST! Are you still tapped into Paul’s hidden cameras?"
[Yes I am]
"Good.. put it on display on my monitor."
I watched the feed that LUST pulled from his office cameras.
My bag was sitting right on his desk.
Paul walked in, loosening his tie, and dropped himself into his chair with a heavy sigh.
He froze for half a second as he looked at his table and saw my bag.
"What the fuck!" He muttered. "Who owns that bag?!"
He picked his phone up and dialed Sophia’s number.
Ring! Ring!
Sophia ~>"Yes honey!"
Paul ~>"Get to my office right away."
Sophia ~>"Ok"
I rushed quickly and called Sophia too.
Ring! Ring! She picked.
Sophia ~>"Hi Kenji!"
Me ~>"Yeah Sophia, I know the reason why Paul is calling you, and it’s cause of my bag"
Sophia ~>"Wait what!? Slow down."
Me ~>"I don’t know how you’re going to do it, but I need you to get me the bag I left in Paul’s office."
Sophia ~>"Oh my god you left your bag there!?"
Me ~>"He already knows about it that’s why he just called you."
Sophia ~>"Wait! How do you even know my husband just called me! Are you there with him?" She recognized my flaw and her tone became suspicious.
"Fuck!" I cut the call immediately. After realizing I made another mistake in telling her what I know before hand.
I just allowed it play out.
Sophia stepped into Paul’s office, the sound of her heels echoed so loudly.
"Look." Paul said, pointing his finger over. "That bag isn’t mine but it’s in my office!"
"I think I need an explanation because apparently you’re the one person that has my key apart from my assistant."
"That bag isn’t yours either, it looks masculine so come on, talk!!" His voice carried weight.
But Sophia couldn’t let her guard down. "I think it belongs to the one of the PennyWells ambassadors that visited this morning in your absence."
"Oh, they came? I thought we scheduled it for tomorrow!" He questioned himself.
That was a pure lie, nobody came except her that did it multiple times on my cock.
"Let me just have it taken to our security." She said, then picked up the bag and turned to leave.
"Wait!" Paul stopped Sophia. "Do you smell that?" He asked.
Sophia’s breath hitched, then she turned with a bright smile like she didn’t just suffer a panic a second ago, "No! Smells perfectly fine."
His brows frowned, "Alright you can go.."