Page 29 of The Facilitator: Part 3
“Sorry?” she said, and then she chuckled. “I’m sitting with the accountants right now.”
“Shit. Go to the restroom, or something,” I said. Already my cock was hardening just talking to her. Even more so when I heard the squeal of a chair as she stood.
“Excuse me for a moment, guys, Mackenzie needs me,” I heard her say.
She whispered while she walked. “Mackenzie, what on earth are you up to?” she said.
“Well, I’m getting a health check and they want a sample. I need you to talk dirty to me, the only magazines in here are from the sixties with huge tits and hairy pussies,” I said, sliding my hand up and down my cock.
She laughed. “Oh, Jesus, Mackenzie. Why didn’t you say, I would have come with you. And are you sure they don’t want a urine sample? It’s pretty odd to ask for a sperm sample at a health check. What aren’t you telling me, baby?” she said, her voice quiet.
“Okay, it’s a urine sample, I’m teasing but I’m in this room all on my own so I thought I’d give myself a quick relief.”
“Really?” she asked, and I could tell by the hesitation that she wasn’t sure whether to believe me or not.
“I’ll tell you all when I get home,” I said.
“Okay,” she drew the word out. “Wrap your hand around your cock, tell me what it feels like,” she whispered.
“It’s hard, silky, I can still smell you on me,” I said, lowering my voice and praying the rooms were soundproofed.
“I love the taste of your cock. I love when you fuck my mouth and you push so far in tears form in my eyes. The salty taste of your precum makes my mouth water and I want more. I want your cum in my mouth, coating my throat as it slides down. I want to feel your balls in my hand and I want to lick them.”
I tuned out a little; just hearing her voice and not necessarily the words was enough. I came, and although it was probably half my usual amount, it was enough.
“All right, I’m done,” I said, cutting her off mid-sentence.
“Mackenzie Miller, you’re not telling me the truth but you will later, okay?” she said, and I felt scolded. I chuckled.
“I will. You know me; I want to tell you when I have something to actually tell you. It’s nothing bad, honestly.”
“Yeah, well now I’m worried.”
“Baby, it is a health check, but it’s nothing bad.”
“Promise me?”
“I promise. Now I have to go because I have my cock in one hand, a pot of spunk in the other, and a nurse about to come find me.”
“If she’s sexy, she might have done the job,” she said, laughing.
“No one compares to you,” I said.
“Charmer, but it’s not getting you out of this conversation. As soon as you’re done I’m coming to get you. I’ll know where you are, Mackenzie, I can just ring downstairs.”
“Okay, give me an hour, then come and meet me,” I said. I was pretty stupid to have called her, there was no getting out of explaining what I was doing now.
“I’ll be there before then,” she said, and cut off the call.
She had that tone of voice that suggested she was pissed and I didn’t blame her.
I followed the nurse’s instructions with the pot and then cleaned myself up. At least the waste paper basket was empty when I deposited my tissues in there. I left the room and sat outside, a guy left the room next door and there as well. He smiled over at me. It was awkward.
“Well, that was interesting,” he said. I wasn’t sure how interesting spanking into a pot was.
“I just called my wife,” I said, and then chuckled.
“Sadly, I don’t have one otherwise I would have,” he replied.
