1. THE VIRUS. CHAPTER ONE


    Date: 8/1/2015, Categories: BDSM, Mature, Taboo, Author: crazyxxxcash, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    been out of the shower for about two or three minutes…long enough to dry off and find herself gawking at herself in the mirror again…only this time naked. “Damn my nipples are huge,” she said aloud to herself as she plucked at them in order to fully arouse them. She was both disgusted at them and intrigued. Always, they’d been overly sensitive and so even though they embarrassed her, they were also a source of sexual pleasure. She started tugging at them without really realizing what she was doing. The stimulation was stronger than usual but she never bothered to wonder why that was. A minute later, she had her right hand between her legs and was fingering herself while watching herself in the mirror. Within minutes, she was aching from a building orgasm that for some reason would not present itself. “Fuck,” she grumbled and finally gave up. Let down, she barged out of the bathroom into her bedroom still naked and with sticky inner thighs. She dropped into the office chair in front of her computer and sighed. Can’t get none from Martin…and apparently can’t even give myself none! Frustrated she turned her attention to her computer and noticed the blank screen there that beckoned her to write. Just then her cellphone buzzed beside the computer and she jumped. “Fuck!” Reaching out, she snagged it and answered it, already knowing who was calling from the digital ID scrolling across the smartphone’s screen. “I’m working right now…I swear,” she blurted without giving her boss ...
    time to berate her. “On what?” he asked with sarcasm oozing from his voice. “On coming up with something to write about,” she replied, trying to make a joke that flopped horribly. “Not funny,” he commented. “I got something and I want you to make some calls. Your husband still works for the Homeland, right?” “Yeah…why?” “Does he have access to any insider information?” “Well I don’t know…he’s just in the Philadelphia region, he oversees interagency stuff…he’s an over-glorified desk jockey. We’ve been through this shit, man, he doesn’t really deal with anything of importance.” “So he says,” her boss chopped back in, nearly cutting her off. “But I bet he knows people…and that means YOU know people…so I’m gonna give you something and it better get cooking, right?” “What you got?” she inquired, actually curious even though she knew her husband would, as always, refuse to tell her anything she asked about work, and not just because it was probably a coworker he was banging. She honestly didn’t know what he did…only what he told her he did…much like he told her he wasn’t cheating on her, but she knew damned well he was. As far as she knew, her boss might be right. “There is some crazy shit hitting the fan all down the East Coast. Sometime last night, it’s like people have started going bonkers, but there’s nothing in the news. Somehow the media is getting blacked-out on this shit, but I just got back from the hospital and the police station here in Atlanta and it’s crazy. Something’s ...
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