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When Helly sneaks back into the supply closet, not even half an hour later, she can’t find her missing panties anywhere. Her heart pounds in her throat as she kneels down to check underneath the shelf she kicked them under, then under every other shelf, just in case they somehow moved, then every square inch of the floor.
But her panties are gone. And she’s not so stupid that she can’t guess what happened to them.
Helly marches over to Mark’s desk. “Where is it?” she hisses through her teeth.
Mark leans back in his chair, innocently batting his eyes at her in a way that completely infuriates her. “I don't know what you're talking about,” he shrugs. He fakes concern, tilting his head to the side and blinking up at her. “Do you need help looking for another manual?”
He’s taking the piss now, and she rolls her eyes at him. Mark grins, entirely arrogant. “I know you had trouble finding the last one,” he adds coyly.
Helly glares daggers at him. “Okay, what’d you do?” she asks slowly in her best cut-the-bullshit tone.
He holds her gaze for a moment, then drops the act with a sudden smirk. Mark reaches into his pocket, and her heart drops as he slowly pulls out a corner of familiar red fabric that’s now suspiciously damp. It takes her a second to realize it, but her panties are absolutely soaked in his cum.
Helly’s eyes widen, even as heat starts to pound between her legs again. Oh God, he definitely saw her touch herself, as well as she thought she was covering it. And if turned him on so much he had to get off, too? Helly imagines him in the bathroom, curiously sniffing them just like she had and getting off to just the thought of her, balling up her panties in his fist and fucking into it, rubbing his dick all over the wet spot of her panties, imaging her pussy grinding over him instead. Ropes of his cum mixing in with the slick of her arousal as he came, almost like he was pumping it deep into her cunt.
“You're fucking disgusting,” she breathes, eyes still trained on the corner of her soiled panties in his fist.
“Any more disgusting than jerking off in the public supply closet where anyone could walk in?” Mark quips back. She’s speechless for a second, and Mark leans in closer.
“Here's what I think happened,” Mark says quietly, practically whispering into her ear. “You were touching yourself in the storage closet because you wanted someone to find you.”
Helly blushes and finds she can't exactly refute it.
“Give me back my panties,” she repeats in lieu of an excuse.
He smirks at her, toying at the wet fabric between his fingers. “I'll give them back…” he drawls. “If you show me what you were doing when you dropped them.”
Helly swallows. She makes a split-second decision. “I'll only do it,” she dares. “If I can watch you do it too.”
He raises his eyebrows at her, but she’s not backing down. Helly holds his gaze as red starts to creep over his cheekbones, until his cocky swagger is replaced with curious embarrassment. She watches him wager with himself, and for arousal to ultimately win out, just like it did with her.
Mark tucks her panties back into his pocket. “Meet me at the bathroom in five minutes,” he whispers, and stands up from his desk as Helly's heart pounds. She watches him open the door to the bathroom and disappear within it.
She can't believe she's doing this. It'd be insane to go in there and just... jerk off in front of her coworker.
Arousal pulses between her legs. She's so horny, it'd be insane not to.
If she doesn't get to cum today she thinks she might die.
The next five minutes are the longest of her short life. Helly can’t stop herself from squeezing her legs together at her desk and rubbing her thighs together in an attempt to get some friction. She can feel her pussy get wet again, and without her panties, there’s nowhere for the slick to go. When she finally stands up to walk to the bathroom, her inner thighs have become a mess.
Mark dangles her cum-soaked underwear in front of her the second she walks through the door. “So you want these back?” He drawls.
Helly grins at him. Two can play at this game. “Actually, I'd prefer to have yours.”
Mark blinks at her. “You… want my boxers?”
“You got to cum in my underwear. Why shouldn't I cum in yours?”
And suddenly, she has the upper hand.
He swallows, but Helly's not backing down. Mark undoes his belt as Helly watches and throws his pants to the counter. She gets a brief glimpse of his cock, already fully hard, as he pulls a pair of gray boxer briefs down his legs. He’s surprisingly thick, with a nice curve to his dick and a vein running down the length of it.
He tosses them to her, and she grins when she notices a tiny spot of precum soaking through the fabric. She holds the underwear curiously to her nose, inhaling the musky scent of Mark. Mark all but moans at the sight.
“Put them on,” Mark urges. He looks a little ridiculous naked only from the waist down, cock standing at full attention under his dress shirt.
Helly smirks and makes a show of it, sliding her skirt down her legs and setting it on the counter next to his pants. He only gets a brief glimpse of her dripping pussy before she grabs his boxer shorts and slides them on. They're baggy on her but surprisingly soft, so much more comfortable to wear than the thin, scratchy material of her panties. She figures this is just another unfair clothing choice that benefits men, like how they get comfortable closed-toe shoes while she tortures her ankles in heels every day.
Once his boxers are on, Helly picks up the pair of soaked panties from the counter and waves them in Mark’s face.
“Your turn,” she says cheerily.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Do you think I am?” Helly smirks at him. “Don’t you think your dick would look cute in these little panties?”
Mark makes a big show of sighing, but he’s naked from the waist down. She can see his cock twitch at just the idea of it. He grabs the panties from her outstretched hand and slides them on. They look tiny on him, and his prominent bulge strains the fabric. Her panties were already completely stained with the damp spots of her slick and saliva, and are now coated in white streaks of his cum, too.
Their level of undress is practically comical. It looks like she's just wearing shorts while Mark is fully hard with only a thin piece of stained, red fabric that barely covers his dick. Once they've swapped underwear, Mark wastes no time.
He wraps a hand around his dick over the panties. "I'm gonna ruin these panties even more," he groans, starting to rub himself through the cloth.
Helly presses a hand to her legs in turn, rubbing her clit through the cotton. She's pleased to realize her soaked pussy is already leaving a wet spot on the crotch of his boxers.
“Yeah? I'm gonna fucking soak your boxers," she grins.
Mark moans loudly, not even bothering to bite back the sound this time. Helly spreads her legs as she continues to rub herself, angling her hips forward so Mark can see the coin-sized damp spot she's already left on them.
“Look how wet I am,” Helly gasps. She hasn't had his boxers on for long, but her wet pussy is already starting to soak through the fabric, mixing with the small spot of his precum to stick cotton to her skin.
Mark lets out a harsh breath, hand moving faster around his cock. "Fuck, you're so soaked," he groans. “I wanna feel it.”
Helly surprises herself by how much she wants that too. Without a second thought, Helly guides his free hand to her pussy and presses his palm against the damp fabric, right over where her cunt has turned the cotton a darker shade of gray.
"Fuck," he murmurs. Helly responds with a low moan, rutting her hips into his hand. His warm fingers on her clit through the fabric feel even better than her own.
"Don't stop," she whimpers, humping his hand a little harder. "That feels so good."
"I love feeling how wet you get," Mark whispers, a little awed, as his fingers press against her wet pussy through the underwear. The spot steadily grows under his touch, staining the fabric with the outline of her cunt. "I love watching you ruin my clothes.”
Helly catches his gaze, reaching her hand out to his body. “I wanna feel it too.”
Mark nods and presses her open palm to his hard cock. Helly groans as he grinds his hips into her grip. She can feel every twitch of his cock through the thin fabric. A small spot of clear fluid leaks through as he frantically rubs against her hand, fresh precum joining drying cum, spit, and slick in dampening her already ruined panties.
The angle's awkward, but they grind into each other's hands for a moment and chase the feeling. Neither of them have ever had sex before. Humping each other's hands through their underwear is as good as another person has ever made them feel.
Mark slowly lowers himself to the ground, eyes never leaving Helly's as he sits down on the tiled bathroom floor. "Do you wanna sit on top of me? I think it might feel—”
Helly doesn't need to be told twice. She clambers onto his lap instantly, thighs pressed around either side of his hips as she settles her clothed cunt over his bulge. They both sigh as their hips finally press together.
Instinct leads the way. Before she knows what she's doing, an animalistic impulse in her is rolling her hips, humping against his lap. Helly grinds into his bulge with a newfound desperation. With each slide of her hips, she brings her clit in contact with the curved length of his shaft and head of his cock. His dick strains and twitches in the thin, soaked red fabric.
The added pressure against her feels incredible, and the natural, instinctual motion of humping him allows her to finally, mindlessly be consumed by the desperate insistence of her desire. Every frantic shift of her hips sends more slick dripping out of her. It's staining her boxers. She wonders if he can feel it on his panties, if she's leaking so much that her slick can reach his cock through two layers of clothing.
“You're so wet,” Mark groans, gripping her hips and thrusting into her thighs. Helly grins. Apparently, the answer is yes.
“And you're so fucking hard,” Helly responds, grinding her clit back into his bulge. They're both making rather astute observations, but every new sensation feels like a monumental revelation to her.
She can feel the weight of it under her as she moves, the thick, curved length of him through the thin fabric. A part of her wants nothing more than to fuck him for real. To have him inside her, to feel the thick weight of his cock stretch out her empty cunt instead of continuing to let it pulse desperately around nothing. To know if the curved parts of his dick would fill her out and press into her pussy in all the right ways. To feel him twitch and pulse and cum in her, filling her wet cunt with his release until she's leaking with the evidence of his desire.
But another, larger part of her wants to give in to this growing feeling completely. Helly doesn't want to stop for anything, not when this is the best thing she's ever gotten. She wouldn't be able to still her hips for even a moment now anyway. Even if she tried, she wouldn't be able to pull away from him long enough to take off both of their underwear and guide his cock inside of her.
So, instead, Helly lets the feral, animalistic parts of her breathe, and take over her body completely. She doesn't want to have dignified, proper sex with him right now like they're supposed to, with their clothes off and his cock inside of her. She just wants to use his body like a warm toy to grind against, to hump him like a feral animal, and completely ruin both of their clothes with her cum as quickly as she can. She wants to show him that she wants him so badly right now that she couldn't give less of a fuck whether they take their clothes off or not.
Helly completely submits to the base, animal instinct inside of her that goes beyond logic and intelligent thought, and the severance barrier. She allows her desire to fuck Mark to win over every other thought or impulse she's ever had, and consume her from the inside out. She ruts into his lap harder, chasing the orgasm she'd been building up to all day. The sensation she'd first felt in the storage room tugs at the pit of her stomach, growing and insistent and utterly feral, a thousand times more intense grinding on his lap than touching herself. She lets it grow until heat pulses through her thighs and her abdomen and every part of her cunt.
“Fuck, I think I'm gonna—” Helly barely manages to warn, words coming out rough and breathy, and then it happens. Her orgasm, the first orgasm of her life, hits her like a fucking truck.
Helly hardly has the time to tuck her head into the shoulder of his jacket before she's crying out. The wretched sound echoes throughout the tiled bathroom walls, as much as she tries to stifle it through his clothes. Her cunt clenches hard around nothing, thighs shaking, hips snapping roughly into Mark's lap over and over as she chases the sensation.
She thought she'd been wet before, but something rushes out of her uncontrollably as she finishes. A new liquid bursts out of her cunt with each clench and pulse of her orgasm.
“I can't stop it,” Helly whimpers desperately, wetness squirting out of her pussy with each rough grind into his lap. She doesn't want to, either. This feeling is new, and frightening, and the best thing she's ever felt, and it all spurs Mark to hump her even harder. “It just keeps coming.”
“Let it out,” Mark groans, grinding into the wet mess between both of their thighs. “You feel so fucking good.”
Helly cries out again as another powerful, wet wave crashes over her, and Mark’s cock twitches noticeably through her stained panties.
“That's it, just keep coming for me,” he breathes, fingers digging into her waist through her shirt. And she does.
Helly dampens the wet spot of his boxers again and again as she ruts against Mark's bulge, and slick turns the fist-sized wet patch around her pussy into a larger stain that leaks down both thighs. Her orgasm seems to go on forever, and Mark works her through it, grabbing either side of her hips and grinding against her pulsing clit as she squirts onto his clothed cock. When the final wave has passed, she collapses onto him, thighs trembling and whole body shivering with pleasure. He has to hold onto her back to keep her steady as she goes limp in his arms.
Helly lets out a soft, deflated sigh through the aftershocks of her orgasm, but an insistent twitch of his cock through her panties and the frantic roll of his hips remind her that they're not done yet. He doesn't stop moving against her for a moment, even as she catches her breath.
Mark uses his tight hold on her hips and back as leverage, grinding up into her limp, ragdoll body. He humps her like a toy while her legs turn into jelly around him, grabbing her waist and thrusting her up and down on his bulge. Mark ruts up into her, whining desperately as he can't find the right angle. Now that she's not grinding on top of him and he has to move her around like a fleshlight, it's harder for him to get the right friction.
Finally, he wraps an arm around her waist and flips her onto the ground. Helly yelps as she slams onto the bathroom floor, ass and back coming into contact with the hard, cold tile. Mark doesn't waste a second before getting on top of her and humping between her legs.
Just like her, he doesn't seem to have the patience or self-control to take their pants off and fit his cock inside of her. In his desperation, he can't seem to tear himself away from humping her through their clothes. She helps him get closer to his orgasm, spreading her thighs enough for him to fit between them.
Helly hooks her legs around his hips as he ruts into her. With his bulge rubbing against her clothed pussy, it almost feels like he's really fucking her. It’s a rough imitation of sex as he humps the apex of her thighs, but the full weight of his body on top of hers feels incredible. Mark’s hips rut into her clit with every thrust in a way that puts the perfect amount of pressure on her pussy. Even through the aftershocks of her orgasm, Helly feels her cunt grow wet again and her oversensitive clit twitch in interest.
The friction of each rock of his hips and the steady weight of his body between her thighs feels too good not to grind back into him. All too soon, before she can really get lost in the reemerging sensation, his hips stutter into a few harsh thrusts, and he's moaning loudly.
“I'm gonna cum,” Mark groans, shuddering between her legs.
She can feel it, she swears she can, as he starts to cum, the first bead of cum to sink into her boxers through the thin layer of his soaked red panties.
Mark pulls off of her suddenly, sitting back just slightly on his haunches. His hand frantically reaches under his panties as he works himself through his orgasm. Helly watches in fascination as creamy drops of cum burst through the already ruined fabric. The damp spot around the head of his cock grows with each thrust of his hips into his fist. She takes in the frantic movement of his wrist under the thin fabric that barely conceals his cock, the damp material that clings to the outline of his knuckles with every pump. In his haste, her panties get pushed to that side, revealing a slight glimpse of his pink, dripping cockhead. He tugs himself off for a few more strokes, groaning deeply through the end of his orgasm, and the last few spurts of his cum land directly on Helly's boxers. White streaks saturate the already soaked cotton. Both of their cum mixes together in the wet mess between her thighs.
When Mark's finally done, he pulls his hand off and collapses back onto her with a pleased sigh, bare, leaking cockhead rubbing right against her clit through the wet spot of her underwear. Helly ruts up into his limp body a few times curiously as he lies on top of her, grinding her aching clit against his now bare, softening cock. She’s already too turned on again to stay still, but he stays put and doesn't grind back into her. His orgasm seems to have taken every ounce of arousal out of his body. Another new thing she’s learned about men, other than their surprisingly comfortable underwear—they don’t seem to be able to cum twice in a row.
“God, that felt incredible,” Helly gasps, and Mark lets out a soft, weak hum of approval. “I think I can do it again,” she adds suggestively, pushing her hips up into his.
“Not me,” Mark chuckles. “I came twice in one day. That seems to be my limit.” He raises his eyebrows at her. “But you should go again… if you think you can.”
Helly can’t hold back a slight laugh. “Is that a dare?”
“More like a horny request.”
“Hm.” Helly pushes herself out from under him and stands, slowly toying at the waistband of his boxers. “And I suppose you’re gonna watch?”
Mark grins at her, all teeth. “Only if you put on a good show.”
Helly makes sure she does. She slowly slides off his soaked boxers, spreading her thighs to give him a good look at her dripping pussy. Mark leans back on the floor to watch her, pushing himself up on one elbow with an utterly feral look behind his dark eyes. Helly’s gaze doesn’t leave his as she rolls the damp fabric up between her fists. She turns his underwear into something fuckable; a soft, thick enough object that’ll make her think of humping his lap or one of his thighs. Then, she straddles his balled-up boxers between her thighs and slowly starts to grind into them.
It hits her surprisingly quickly as she starts to shift her hips and rut into the cloth of his boxers. She's rapidly getting closer and closer to her second orgasm, but she can't quite get over the edge. It's not as easy to cum while humping Mark's boxers instead of grinding against his body.
“Here,” Mark says quickly, sliding her ruined panties off his legs and offering them to her. He smirks as Helly curiously takes them. “I think you've earned these back.”
He leans back, softening cock on full display between his spread legs as he watches her, and that's a sight on its own. Helly presses her soaked panties against her nose and breathes in deeply, just like what she was doing when he'd caught her in the office. She’s no longer ashamed that he’s watching her.
She can smell her own faint arousal, and thoughts of Helena and her own pussy come pouring back in. But above that there's the heavy scent of Mark, the filthy spread of fresh precum and release mixing in with drying streaks of his earlier load. Helly breathes in deeply, letting herself get overwhelmed with the scent of both of their arousals, mixed together. The dampness pressed against her face only makes her wetter between the thighs. She humps into the balled-up fabric harder and moans right into her panties.
Mark’s hand wraps over her own grip on her panties, and he doesn't just let her breathe in the scent. He holds her panties over her mouth and nose, clasping them tightly around her face. Helly chokes a little around the fabric. She can hardly breathe over the intense scent of their fluids. Mark rubs the soaked fabric against her skin and lets her drown in the sensation.
When she opens her mouth to catch her breath, Mark forces her panties onto her open tongue. A billion images burst through her as their shared fluids hit her tongue. She imagines Helena again, sitting on her face and grinding her cunt against her mouth when she tastes her fading arousal. But then Mark’s cum hits her tongue, and she's overwhelmed by the thought and taste of his cock, too. She wants her mouth to be shared by both of them—to have Mark fuck her throat roughly and be smothered in her outie's cunt all at the same time. She wants Helena to squirt all over her tongue and Mark to fuck his release into her mouth.
Mark rubs the wet spot of her panties onto her tongue, bringing her deeper into the fantasy. If he wasn't soft and spent right in front of her, she'd suck his cock right now.
Helly’s hips snap faster against the balled-up boxers between her thighs, clit grinding roughly into the cotton as her cunt leaks more fluid over the already soaked fabric. She tries to moan, but the sound gets drowned out by the panties in her mouth. Mark balls up her panties into a makeshift gag and stuffs them even further into her mouth.
“Are you gonna cum again?” He asks, rather rhetorically, as she tries to answer through the fabric and gags again. Helly lets our half-muffled whimper instead, and Mark laughs in her face. Her jaw hangs open as he forces her underwear deeper into her mouth, and she starts to drool around it. Spit drips from her parted lips and down her chin with every hitched breath.
He watches her as she moans helplessly, eyes dark. “That's it, get it wetter,” he whispers. “Give your outie something to discover later.”
Helly moans again at the thought of Helena sliding her skirt off at the end of the day and finding her panties absolutely soaked with her saliva and Mark's cum. She ruts harder into the boxers between her legs, sliding her dripping cunt over a relatively dry spot of fabric, and imagines Mark’s outie making a similar discovery.
Her spit saturates the already damp underwear between her lips until there's nowhere else for the wetness to go. Her pussy leaks slick into the underwear between her thighs until every inch of cotton is soaked through with the evidence of her arousal.
When Helly lets out a particularly loud whimper, abdomen starting to tighten with the start of another orgasm, Mark shoves her panties another inch into her mouth. She tries to breathe in but this time she can't. The thick weight of the cloth hangs heavy on her tongue and is this what'd it be like to choke on Mark's cock is the last coherent thought to ring through her head before she's coming a second time.
Helly gags around the wet fabric and chokes around the scent and taste of their shared cum and moans as much as she can manage past her muffled lips as she finishes.
Her whole body tenses and her cunt clenches around nothing, and before she knows it, she's squirting again. More fluid rushes from her than she ever thought she was capable of, soaking the already oversaturated fabric until it's at its limit. Then it's leaking onto the ground, dripping onto the tiles until a small, clear puddle of her own liquid has formed around her. Helly collapses through the final waves of her orgasm, sinking into a puddle of her own cum as her body goes limp.
Finally, Mark pulls her panties away from her mouth and Helly takes in a long, shuddering breath of fresh air.
He takes a look at her soaked panties, now with a fresh layer of spit covering his streaks of cum, with amusement. “What do you think our outies are gonna think when they see this?”
Helly grins at him in between pants for air. “I don’t know, but I’m already sad I won’t be there to see it.”
—
When Mark Scout exits the Lumon building at the end of that day, boxers incomprehensibly soaked with the smell of sex, he’s utterly disgusted. He takes no less than three showers that day in some futile attempt at scrubbing off the scent of some strange woman’s pussy, and throws his underwear away as quickly as possible.
When Helena Eagan leaves the elevator, she’s having the best day of her life. She rushes home, and she’s barely managed to shut her bedroom door before she stuffs Helly’s balled-up panties into her mouth. She starts to lick away at the scent of her arousal mixed with another innies' cum as she thrusts her favorite vibrator into her dripping cunt.
Helly received her message and truly outdid herself. She's going to have a lot of fun this weekend.