“It’s not as important as me,” Bianca pouted, her hands going down further to cup my balls. “Mmm,” she murmured, “nice and full . . . full just for me.”
My dick stiffened in response to her efforts, though I wasn’t turned on in the least. It was just a biological response.
Fuck me.
“Stop!” I commanded. My time was running out and I didn’t have time for this shit.
“No,” Bianca replied defiantly, tightening her grip on my ballsack. She must’ve not known how serious I was, but I couldn’t be bothered to get into a tussle with her. I had mere minutes to locate the footage.
I furiously pounded away at the keyboard, when suddenly I felt my chair going back slightly as Bianca crawled beneath the desk and took my stiff cock out of my boxers.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked as panic laced my words. I was so close to finding what I needed.
“So big, veiny and juicy,” she moaned, salivating over my cock.
“Bianca stop —”
My words caught in my throat as her warm wet mouth wrapped around my dick.
Fuck.
I groaned as slurping sounds filled my ears and my concentration slipped.
I knew I should’ve kicked her ass out when I was done with her, I lamented.
Bianca stopped for a moment to tease the sensitive part of my cockhead with her tongue.
Bitch.
By this time, my hands were slipping away from the keyboard — and so was my chance of getting the footage.
Come on, pull it together, I urged myself. I’m fucking Razor. I can do this.
Filling my mind with what was at stake if I didn’t, I was able to hone my focus.
Bianca renewed her efforts as she gripped the base of my cock, squeezing it, while bobbing her head up and down on it with abandon. My eyes nearly rolling in the back of my head, I fought like hell not to lose my concentration. My fingers went to town on the keyboard while Bianca attacked my cock just as fast.
It felt like I was trying to lift a mountain with my mind, trying to focus through the waves of pleasure rolling through my body as I barely hung on.
There!
I found it.
The file was exactly where Anonymous surmised it would be — hidden deep where it would never see the light of day. I started the download to my flash drive.
The progress bar slowly started picking up speed as I typed code to set up a wall to block any prying eyes.
1…
One fourth of the way.
Bianca was acting like she was the cock gobbler, trying her hardest to make me come, gargling and gagging on my cock.
2…
Halfway…
I swear she was trying out for the dick-sucking Olympics, stroking my eight inches with both hands and trying her best to take it all the way down her throat, but failing.
3…
Almost there. The loading bar was almost completely full.
Bianca’s efforts were paying off. A fire was building in my loins and I feared I would blow my load.
4…
The video finished, but not before a message popped up on my screen.
Who is this?
Fuck!
I came. Hard. I let the orgasm wash over me as Bianca greedily took every drop. And then I jumped up and slammed my laptop screen down, enraged.
“You stupid bitch!” I yelled, stuffing my now half hard cock back into my boxers. I knew whoever sent the message had already latched on to my location — all thanks to her. It was time to get the hell out of dodge.
“You almost ruined my fucking plan!”
Climbing unsteadily to her feet, Bianca looked shocked in the face of my wrath. “What did I do wrong?” she asked.
I started to yell at her and tell her how badly she fucked things up, but then I thought better of it. She had no clue what I was doing — wouldn’t even understand a word I was saying — and it was all my fault for keeping her around when I knew I had business to take care of.
“Nothing,” I muttered, walking over to my dress pants from the previous evening and quickly slipping them on. “Listen, babe. It’s been great. But I gotta’ run.”
“Where are you going?” Bianca asked, her voice shaky as she wiped at her pretty little face.
“Away,” I replied as I slipped on my dress shirt, leaving the buttons undone. I needed to get to a safe house fast, but that wasn’t going to be enough. While I trusted some people within Anonymous, I knew that even some of its members could be compromised. Someone had caught me, though who that someone was, I had no idea. And this information was too explosive to let fall into the wrong hands.
Since I was caught in the act, I needed someone that I could completely trust — and I knew just the person. If I could just find her, I thought.
“Will I ever see you again?” Bianca asked.
I stopped for a moment to study her. While the sex had been good, there was no reason for me to ever see her again. She was hot and all, but as dumb as a sack of potatoes.