The sign in the office lobby read, “Blood Donation Drive Today, held at the Human Resources Office.”
“Oh, hell, is that today?” he thought. He had completely forgotten that he had signed up weeks ago, only because Scarlet had asked him to directly in the break room. However, he was also a big believer in “what goes around, comes around,” so this was an opportunity to enhance his good karma.
It was also worth mentioning that he could never say no to Scarlet, the director of Human Resources. Scarlet was a fiery redhead who was both smart and alluring. She had a way of getting you to do anything she asked.
Oftentimes, he would find himself in an office bathroom stall in deep thought about her. He had eyeballed her social media accounts, and the one post in the bikini by the pool was firmly etched into his brain. It gave him great self-pleasure thinking about the things he would do with her in her secluded office in the corner of the building…
Just before lunch, he made his way down to the HR area, hoping to steal a glimpse of Scarlet’s body for inspiration later, when she wasn’t looking. As he entered the reception area, his eyes immediately found the young nurse who was handling the blood donations. It couldn’t be, but it was! Katrina, the nurse from his doctor’s office that he was unable to tell anyone about. She looked up from the appointment list and smiled at him, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously. “Ready to be a hero, Mr. Johnson?” she teased, patting the chair next to her.
Blake sat down, his heart racing. “I guess so,” he retorted, trying to focus on anything but the fact that Katrina’s tight scrubs were doing little to hide her curves, now oblivious that Scarlet was floating around somewhere.
Katrina prepared the equipment, her fingers brushing against his arm lightly as she set up. “Relax,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “I promise it won’t hurt… much.”
The double entendre wasn’t lost on Blake. He swallowed hard as she tied the rubber tube around his upper arm, her touch sending shivers down his spine all over again.
Before Blake could respond, she had already inserted the needle into his vein, the slight pinch overshadowed by the thrill of her words. As the blood spurted into the bag, her hand moved subtly, her fingers grazing his thigh. Blake shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his body reacting despite his confusion.
“Easy now,” Katrina murmured, her gaze locked onto his. “Let me take care of everything.”
With a deft movement, she removed the needle and applied a cotton ball to the puncture site. “Hold this,” she instructed, her other hand moving under the table, her fingers finding his straining member through his pants.
Blake gasped, his grip tightening on the cotton ball as Katrina began to stroke him gently. “You’re killing me!” he muttered, his eyes darting around the room to ensure no one was watching.
“Just observing my donor,” Katrina replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “And reacquainting myself with a Johnson.”
Blake’s resistance was crumbling fast. The sensation of her hand on him, combined with the danger of the act, was intoxicating. He glanced around again, his heart pounding in his chest. No one seemed to be paying attention to them.
“Uh oh, you’re looking a little faint,” Katrina suggested, standing up and nodding towards Scarlet’s office. It was empty, the door slightly ajar.
Blake hesitated, torn between his desire and the risk of getting caught. But Katrina was already leading him by the hand, her touch electrifying. They slipped into Scarlet’s office, the door clicking shut behind them.
The room was bathed in soft light, the atmosphere intimate and charged. Katrina pushed Blake against the door, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss. Her hands roamed over his body, unbuckling his pants as their tongues danced together.
“You should just take a moment to recover from your blood loss,” Katrina breathed against his neck, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.
Blake nodded, unable to form words. The reality of being in Scarlet’s office, with Katrina, was overwhelming. He moaned softly as Katrina knelt before him, her hands unzipping his slacks.
“I bet you didn’t think this would happen again,” she whispered, looking up at him with those seductive blue eyes.
Blake shuddered, his cock hardening further at her words. “I can’t believe it,” he admitted, his voice hoarse.
Katrina smiled wickedly, her hands finally freeing his unyielding erection. “I think it’s time for lunch,” she said, her mouth descending upon him.
Blake’s head fell back against the door, his hands gripping her hair as she took him deep into her throat. The sensation was indescribable, her skilled mouth working magic on him. He could hear the sounds of the office outside, the distant chatter and footsteps, not to mention the sounds emanating below, each noise heightening the thrill of the moment.
Just as Blake felt himself nearing the edge, the door handle jiggled unexpectedly. “Hello, someone in there?” asked Scarlet.
“Sorry, someone just needed a minute,” Katrina replied calmly, pulling her mouth off for a brief second to speak. Then she kept right on going, devouring his cock. Blake could not deny her any longer and erupted between her sealed lips. His body contracted each time he delivered load after load into her enticing mouth. He could barely remember the last time he had a full body orgasm like that – oh wait, it was that last time he was with her.
Blake barely finished zipping up as the door swung open, revealing Scarlet. She looked around, her brow furrowed in confusion, then realized it who it was. “Oh my, you do look flushed, Blake,” as she rubbed his arm sympathetically.
Blake and Katrina exchanged panicked glances, hoping that they hadn’t been discovered. “He’ll be fine, he just needs to replenish a lot of fluids,” coyed Katrina, as she put a finger up to the corner of her mouth, brushed something onto her tongue, and left.
