****** The Visit by Cin~ ******
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The Visit


The phone rings in my office at the preset time and her silky voice sounds in
my ear.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes" I answer.

"Good. Listen closely, this is what I want you to do. Go to the door and put
the key in the lock, but don't turn it. Then, come back to the phone. Go now,
I'll wait."

My cock which was already half hard before she called, is now like a piece of
marble in my pants. My balls tighten slightly against my body. I do as she has
instructed, wondering what's in store for me. Back at my desk, I pick up the
phone again.

"OK, done."

"Good. Set the phone to speaker option and turn your chair to face the back
wall." Her low, husky voice fills the office now. "In a few minutes, someone
will come through your door. Do NOT turn around. You will hear the key turn in
the lock. Do NOT turn around. If, at any point, you turn around? The game is
over and you will never hear from me again, understand?"

"Yes"

"Good. Before we get started, any questions?"

"You said I can't turn around... can I talk?"

"To me, unless I tell you otherwise. Next?"

"Do I know the person coming?"

"It's not necessary for you to know that. Last question."

"Can I..."

The bells above the office door jangle. My muscles tense, wanting to turn
around. I hear the key turn and listen as footsteps approach. It's hard to tell
if they are male or female.

"I'm assuming since you didn't finish your sentence that our company has
arrived?"

"Yes." My voice comes out in a squeak and I have to clear my throat before I
can go on. "Yes, there is someone here now."

"Good. Continue facing the wall. Stand up and unzip your pants."

I hesitate, part of me unsure, yet part of me, a very obvious part of me, can't
hold back.

Suddenly, her voice comes out loud in the silence.

"I said stand and UNZIP!"

This time, there is no hesitation. I stand and unzip my pants. As I reach to
push them down, she says,

"Don't pull them down. Just stand there until I tell you to move."

Time seems to stand still. I can hear slight rustling behind me and heavy
breathing, still not defining gender. The metal chair squeaks as the person
shifts.

"Now, pull them down slowly and let them drop to your ankles. Underwear, too.
let me know when you're done."

My hands shake as I put my thumbs into the waistband of my pants and push
downward. My belt buckle rattles and the coins in my pocket fall out and jingle
to the floor. My pants and underwear now puddle around my ankles, my ass is
exposed behind me, the tail of my T-shirt barely passing my waist. Suddenly, a
light flashes and the whir of a camera fills the room. Surprised, I reflexively
start to turn around.

"Remember! Do NOT turn around or it's over!"

"You never said anything about pictures. The noise surprised me. I didn't see a
thing."

"Prepare yourself... there will be more pictures. Relax and trust me. Bend over
and show your ass."

Still shaking, I do as told. The click and whir of the camera sounds off again,
the flash framing my light shadow on the wall.

"Very good. Tell me about your cock."

The person behind me shifts in the chair again.

"My cock is..."

My voice comes out in a raspy whisper.

"Louder"

Taking a deep breath, I start over...

"My cock is hard. It's bobbing back and forth. It's dripping precum, running
down my leg."

"Stroke it."

My hand reaches up to fondle my prick, closing around the shaft and squeezing
tightly. More precum forms and runs from the slit on my head. I barely get in
one full stroke when her voice sounds again.

"Stop. Close your eyes and stand still. Do NOT turn around."

Standing in my office, pants around my ankles, a raging, dripping cock in my
hand, I close my eyes, my heart pounding and my breath staggered. With barely a
sound, someone comes to stand beside me. I hear breathing, feel heat from them,
but still have no sense of their sex. A blindfold is wrapped around my eyes and
tied securely behind my head. One finger tip presses against the tip of my
cock, slipping in the precum and rubbing in tiny circles.

"Oh... God..."

I groan from the pleasure and swallow hard. Again, the finger tip slides around
the head of my dripping cock and my knees buckle. My hand is still wrapped
around my shaft, holding tightly, trapping the blood there and making it even
harder. I can feel the precum running down the underside of my dick onto my
fist.

"Stroke it again, this time hard and fast."'

No hesitation now, I do as she says, stroking so fast my hand is a blur. That
I'm putting on a show for someone I don't know has my heart pounding. The
excitement travels through me, toward my groin, and I feel as if every nerve in
my body is on fire. There is another flash of light, another picture taken and
that spurs me on to stroke even faster. I can feel my balls pulling into my
body, filling with cum, preparing to shoot.

"Talk to me. Tell me what you're doing."

Her voice sounds deeper, huskier, stilted. I know she is imagining the scene in
her mind as well. I can almost see her, fingers buried in her pussy as she
holds the phone, waiting for me to paint the details for her.

Panting with effort, I give her what she wants.

"I'm stroking my hard cock, the palm of my hand sliding back and forth,
slippery with precum. I can't see it, but I know it's creamy now. It starts out
clear, but as I get close to cumming, like I am now, it turns thick and white.
I can feel it's thickness in my hand. I'm stroking it faster now and harder.
One hand wrapped around my shaft and the other grabbing my balls to hold pull
them down and hold them. I'm imagining you in front of me, under me, waiting
for me to shoot all over your face, in your mouth. Oh, god... I'm coming
now..!""

"Shoot into your hand!"

In the back of my mind, I sense the flash of the camera again, but I'm coming
harder than I have in a long time and don't care. I move the hand that had been
pulling on my balls to the head of my cock. My other hand squeezes from bottom
to top of my cock, over and over again, as I feel cum shooting out in my palm.
It's warm and sticky and I can feel it running between my fingers, dripping to
the floor. A finger runs under my fist, through the cum, sending a shiver
through me, knowing they saw it all. I'm breathing heavily, my heart pounding
in my ears as still more cum pumps from my prick. My knees slacken and I feel
the chair behind me.

"Hold still. Display your prize."

Raising my hand, my still throbbing cock lands in the puddle of cum pooled in
my palm. Still semi hard, I hold my dick up to be photographed, bathed in
thick, white, creamy cum. One flash, then another, and another. Finally, a
towel is placed on my arm. Rustling sounds behind me, quiet footsteps sound
again toward the door and I hear the key turn in the lock.

"We're finished. As soon as you hear the door close, you may sit down and take
the blindfold off. You performed well. I'll let you know when the next
'performance' is."

The bells over the door jingle as it's opened, then closed. I sit weakly in my
chair, pulling the blindfold off. Most of the cum has dried, but I clean up
what I can. Standing shakily, I pull my pants back up, tuck and buckle and sit
again. Spinning around in my chair, I see a few souvenirs on my desk...photos
of my afternoon.

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