Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 10

‘Are you there?’ a now irritated boss demanded ‘I’m sorry, this is all just so much to take in’ I responded, ‘of course, and we wouldn’t expect your answer immediately, we understand this is quite the step up for you, but we hope that you will help take the company into the future. We will send an email with all the details of your new role, and a contract for you to sign should you wish to accept. We only ask that you give us an answer by the end of next week, is that OK?’ dumfounded I mumbled a reply. The line went dead and I sat there with the phone still held to my ear.

This wasn’t the outcome I expected at all. I put my phone down and looked at my cum covered hand, my perfectly manicured and painted nails. My stockings covered in white spatters, my body sweating after I just fucked myself to two monumental orgasms with a replica of someone’s actual cock. What had I done? How had I let it go this far? How far down the rabbit hole had I fallen? I looked at my hands again, a large drip of my cum hung from my little finger and without thinking I brought it to my mouth and licked it clean.

What the hell was I going to do?