Broken Smile

Hell in a Handbasket

~Justin~

Waking up the next morning, I notice it's a little hard to breathe and there's a significant amount of weight added around my waist. I open my eyes to see Ophelia on top of me, grinding her hips against mine.

"What are you doing?" I ask in a raspy voice.

"I'm so horny, I couldn't help myself."

"I hate to admit, you look so sexy when you're on top," I bite my lip, watching her grind on me before turning around for me to pull her panties off.

Once they're off, I push my boxers down and almost scream in pleasure as she puts all her weight on my cock, pushing it balls deep into her pussy. I hold her hips as she bounces up and down, my dick getting harder as she fucks me. I'm about to cum when I push her off of me, shoving her into the corner of the bed before ramming my cock into her, making my balls smack her ass with every thrust hearing her scream in pleasure.

I keep telling myself I'm not gonna finish until I feel her cum all over my cock. She then squirts all over the bed and that's when I slow my thrusts down until I nut deep into her pussy, watching it all gush out like a cream filled donut. I lay back down next to her catching my breath while she does the same.

After a few minutes, I decide to get up and shower before I'm late for work. Once I'm dressed, I head downstairs to make a quick breakfast for us both and then kiss her forehead as I'm rushing out the door. I feel guilty having to rush out every morning, but I try to make it as sensual as possible when she first wakes up so that it's somewhat bearable when she's alone.

I get right to work as I get into my office, making sure I copy down all the numbers correctly from my worksheets onto my computer. Once I'm finished, I email it to the boss to look over before getting a fax on my machine. I read it over a dozen times to make sure I'm reading it right.

Finally, I decide to take it to Ophelia's father to ensure an accurate decision on how to react to the fax. He reads it carefully before taking his reading glasses off slowly.

"You know what we must do."

"Yes, sir. But how?"

"Do whatever it takes. I want faxes traced, phone breaches, I want everything checked out so that I can find the sick fuck who thinks they run my shit!" He shouts, slamming the faxed letter into his mahogany desk.

"I'm on it," I say before running out of his office and telling everyone to look into telephone breaches and to trace every single fax we've gotten in hopes to find whoever is tormenting us.

After everyone gets their job to do, I retreat to my office and call my good friend Charlie. Him and I have been best friends for a long time and I know I can trust him with the task of checking on Ophelia. I tell him to remind her he's the guy who gave me the tip on where she was when she got abducted and she'll let her guard down.

Once everything is in place, I go back to my work and try to remain calm as we try to find whoever it is messing with my livelihood.

~Ophelia~

I hear a knock on the door and peek through the peephole before opening it.

"May I help you?" I ask.

"I'm Justin's friend. I was sent to check on you."

"What's your name?"

"Charlie, he's probably never mentioned me to you, but we go way back. I'm the one who sent him after you when you were abducted."

"How did you know where I was?"

"I saw you being dragged into the house. I know you don't trust easily, but you have to believe me when I say I'm just here to keep you safe."