Page 65 of The Devil Within

A sharp rap against my door pulls me from my thoughts. My eyes flick up above the screen of my computer to the doorway. The firm’s assistant stands in the doorway with her tits practically spilling out of her skin tight top. I’m fairly certain she’s fucking one of the other partners. I’d care more but she does her job without issue and doesn’t ask too many questions since she’s usually on her knees. I like having an assistant who is out of my hair and stays out of my business. Plus, they both seem happy with the arrangement despite the twenty year age difference, so who am I to judge?

“Mr. Hunter…” her voice is too high, too fake for my liking. It grits against my nerves, but we rarely talk so I’m able to cope. “Richa—I mean, Mr. Thompson is wondering if you sent the contract over to the client yet?”

I’m barely able to stop the eye roll and groan of annoyance. I’m so done with this fucking day. I might just call it.

“Tell him it’ll be to the client first thing in the morning.”

She nods in acknowledgment before turning on her heels and swaying away. Attempting to finish the contract, I bring my focus back to the screen in front of me, willing myself to stay on task. But soft buzzing inside my pocket beckons me to give up on this never ending assignment. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I look down to see a video message notification from Liv. A small smile pulls at my face.

I’ve been checking the cameras periodically throughout the day and keeping an eye on them, but it’s still nice to know thatthey’re also thinking of me. I watched as Celeste went through her normal routine of breakfast, working out, and getting ready while Liv slept in. When my Flower finally awoke, the two of them had coffee on the back porch and talked. I couldn’t hear what they said but they looked serious. As I watched, I was worried for a moment that one of them would run, that is until Celeste slid from her own seat and into Liv’s lap. My hardened cock tented my pants beneath my desk as I watched them kiss and caress one another with passion.

Unfortunately, my afternoon meeting pulled me away from watching further, but by the looks of the message currently waiting to be played on my phone, they’ve been busy. Covertly adjusting myself in my pants, I stand then swiftly close and lock the door before returning to my seat and opening my phone.

I push play and immediately the sound of pleasured moans fills the room. I quickly lower the volume before turning my phone sideways to get a better view of the events unfolding on my screen. Celeste is splayed out on our couch in the living room. She’s completely naked. Her perfect pale flesh is illuminated by the late afternoon sunlight streaming in through the windows. The camera is situated right between her thighs, giving me a perfect view of her pretty pussy.

“Tell us, babe.” Liv’s voice is authoritative and demanding even through the small speakers of my phone. “Do you miss your master?”

Celeste’s big hazel eyes flick from the camera to something above it. Liv must be holding the camera and kneeling between her girlfriend’s legs. Her hips roll slightly, indicating just how needy she is.

“Don’t look at me. Look at the camera.” Liv’s tone forces Celeste’s eyes to flick back to the camera. “I’m taking a video to send to him. So tell us, do you miss his cock?”

Celeste nods as her lithe fingers run up and down her paleflesh. She’s clearly been edged and is desperate for some friction on her needy core. My cock thickens in my pants as the video continues.

“Show us, babe. Touch that pretty little pussy and let us see how desperate you are for his cock.” Liv’s words cause a low rumble to vibrate my chest.

Celeste’s fingers move to her core. With her right hand, she splays the lips of her cunt wide, letting me see all of her. She holds herself open with her pointer and ring finger while her middle finger runs small circles over her clit. She mewls at the contact of her own hand and throws her head back against our fucking throw pillows.

“That’s it baby. Show him what a good little slut you’ve been for me all day. Touching yourself, touching me, licking my cunt, and crawling around like a needy little cum whore, huh?” Liv prods as Celeste nods in acknowledgment, too busy moaning to form words.

Watching them, listening to them, knowing that they’ve been fucking each other all damn day, is too much for me to handle. I can’t take it any longer. I slowly lower my zipper, letting my rock hard cock spring free. I begin to leisurely stroke myself through my boxers with one hand as I continue to hold my phone with the other.

“You need a cock though, don’t you?” Liv asks and Celeste nods in agreement, her finger moving faster and faster as her pleasure grows. “Don’t you even fucking think about coming, you dirty little slut!” Liv snaps as a sharp slap of skin on skin cuts through the speakers.

Celeste yells, clearly having been smacked on the thigh by Liv. Her hand falls away from her drenched pussy, but her hips still roll in need.

“Please,” Celeste whines as she looks beyond the camera.

“Nuh-uh, slut. That orgasm belongs to your master.”

Fuck me.

My hand pumps up and down my own shaft quicker as I listen to Liv command our girl around, making sure she’s behaving like our needy little pet.

“Fuck yourself with two fingers, get that pussy nice and stretched out. We need it ready to take your master’s cock when he gets home. I’m sure he’ll be wanting to play after he sees this video.”

Celeste brings her hand down to her core, slipping two fingers inside herself easily. Her pussy greedily molds around her digits as she pumps them in and out. Her other hand moves to her breast, rolling and pinching her own nipple.

“Add a third finger, babe. That pussy needs to be stuffed full,” Liv states. Her voice is shakier now, clearly she’s working herself up as well.

As Celeste adds a third finger and begins fucking herself harder, I can feel my own release building. I really should not be fucking my own hand in my office. I should not come in my fucking boxer briefs like a teenager. And I really should head home and stuff all this cum in Celeste’s tight little cunt. But as I watch her hips rise off the couch, chasing her pleasure, I can’t help the tingling sensation that begins to form in my balls.

The video abruptly pauses as a notification pops up.

What the fuck?

Garett’s name flashes across my screen. I growl in annoyance, contemplating ignoring his call and finishing what I was doing. But I’m a good friend.

“I’m busy. What the fuck do you want?” I grumble into the phone as I shove my aching cock back into my pants.

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