by Ashley Hind
“Much better. Thank you. However, you seem to be quite uncomfortable at the moment,” I say huskily and take a step in her direction.
She doesn’t move away from her spot. I press myself to her. Her arms wrap around me almost savagely. In contrast, her lips tremble under my own when I claim them. Under my palms her heart is running as fast as wild mustangs. Her breath on my skin is uneven and very hot.
“You’re very beautiful, very sexy, Miss Sophie.”
“Mmmmm, really and what do you want to do to me?” I ask archly as I let my fingers trail down her chest cupping her full round breast, tweaking her nipple above the material of her stiff uniform.
“Make you scream in pleasure,” she replies before letting her hand fall on my naked derrière.
Wow, what a surprise!
The intensity of the spank sends the bullet vibe on my clit to a whole new height. She doesn’t give me time to recover my equilibrium. Her fingers twist the clamps showing through the thin chains of the bra tightening the hold on my nipples even more. A flash of pain courses through my body, intense pleasure follows flooding my pussy with thick hot cream.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh,” I moan.
She continues to unbalance me as a rustle of paper catches my ear, so does the sound of velvet cords being pulled opened. I stand there unhinged, crazed, salivating and palpitating for more. Her mouth finally crushes mine as the glass dildo, my last naughty item from the box, penetrates my sopping wet pussy.
“Mmmmmm-mmmmmm,” I purrrr.
“Louder Miss Sophie,” she orders as the dildo pumps in and out of my wet folds.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh,” I scream.
“Better. Again,” she commands.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I moan as loudly as I can.
“You’re so beautiful, Miss Sophie,” she praises.
I’m almost ready to climax. My abdomen is coiling. I’m panting for it and that’s when she stops pumping the dildo. Slowly she removes it from my pulsing pussy. The need to come hangs there crucially. My entire body throbs with it. Actually, I’m shaking from head to toe. That’s how bad I want to come right now.
“Soon,” she promises and brings the toy to my lips.
“Open.”
Even though they tremble, my lips part open.
“Suck.”
I suck the long glass dildo down my throat tasting my juices; rolling them on my tongue and swallowing.
“Gorgeous. Simply gorgeous,” she whispers in my ear; sending shivers down my spine as I continue to suck on the toy.
Her fingers are massaging my ass cheeks. So slow, they squeeze them together and then spread them apart. As they continue their massage they get closer to my asshole until finally they are rimming it. Tremors course through me at the illicit touch and I nearly swallow the entire dildo.
“You like this?” Paige asks as her pinky dips around my asshole.
“Ohhhh, yes,” I pant.
She grabs my wrists and leads me away from the door. Five steps backwards. Three steps sideways. My heart races in my chest. Two more steps backwards. I dare not stop sucking on the glass toy as she keeps leading me to my bedroom. Goosebumps form along my spine. No other woman as ever taken control of me like this before. My pussy creams from the thrill it derives from it. Who knew? That I could enjoy being submissive like this... To be honest, I have no words to describe the electricity invading my body in this instant of total surrender. All I know is; I’m ready to come undone in her hands.
My knees bump the corner of my bed. She releases my wrists and guides my torso down on my mattress; giving her better access to my rear. I hear her fumbling around the drawer of my night table.
“Oh, Miss Sophie, such a naughty girl you are,” she purrs.
Her fingers run along my ass crack once more. The cool sensation of their tips tells me she found my stash of lube. My abdomen tightens like a sailor’s knot. Paige pulls my asshole open and squirts a generous amount of lube down my entrance. With the added lubrication she starts to slowly push her fingers in my puckered hole.
“Ohhhhhh,” I moan.
The burning sensation is intense. Yet, the pleasure I derive from it makes it all the better. Plus, the stimulation from the clit vibe gives it that much more punch. As more and more of her fingers are pushed through my tight little hole the more I want.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I scream when her fingers are moving in and out of my ass with ease.
“Miss Sophie, would you like me to fuck you with that dildo there?” Paige asks with a voice full of sin.
I feel like my knees will give out on me at the thought of the glass dildo, currently sliding down my throat, penetrating my nearly virgin ass. All I can do is nod. Her hand reaches for the dildo in my mouth. I let her take it.
“Spit on it one last time,” she instructs.
I do. Paige squirts some lube on the dildo. The sound of her hands sliding up and down to coat it from root to tip makes my blood boil in anticipation. My body shakes with aching need. I’m panting like a bitch in heat, I want her so bad.
Then I feel the tip of the bulbous head at the opening of my asshole.
Slowly, she pushes in the glass toy. Her mouth finds mine and kisses me hard and deep as she keeps pushing the dildo inch by inch inside my ass.
“You’re amazing,” she praises when it’s buried inside of me.
Keeping a firm hand on the toy she unzips her dress pants one-handed.
“My pussy is simply dripping, Miss Sophie. I need to feel you in me.”
The words come out almost painfully. I’m actually impressed at her level of self control. For her to have lasted this long without shattering is indeed amazing. Then all coherent thoughts leave me as she plunges my fingers in her drenched heat. Simultaneously, her long fingers penetrate my swollen folds hitting the clit vibe to overdrive and sending me into a new level of rapture.
I just can’t believe that Paige, the sweet gentle door woman, could make this special delivery any better. Her fingers drive the glass dildo up my ass and her fingers rock in and out of my pussy to a fast and furious tempo. Just as mine pumps her juicy pussy... All I can think is... Next time I get a special delivery, Paige must come up with it.
We haven’t tried the whip yet!
Lunch Break
Erin Pim
A highly sexed woman has trouble refraining from masturbating at work, especially when a female co-worker becomes the object of her affection. Not to mention, this co-worker has suddenly become curious of her frequent trips to the washroom stall. She can’t stop thinking about Dana’s glorious breasts, but is desperate to keep anyone from work from knowing her dirty little secret. What’s a hyper sexed girl to do?
I have a high sex drive. I can’t even get through the work day without masturbating. Much like a cigarette break, I have to do it to relax, clear my mind, refocus. I usually do it in a washroom stall at our office building. It’s only eleven o’clock, and already, I feel myself getting stressed and overwhelmed.
“I’m going on break,” I call over the cubicle at my coworker Dana. She is busty, but always wears a cardigan buttoned up all the way, and her hair in a tight bun. She is always courteous to me, but I always hoped we would become closer. I understand, though.
“I’ll be back in five,” I call over my shoulder.
I see her exchange a glance with Todd, who is leaning over his own cubicle into hers. They no doubt wonder where I go, or what I do; I’m sure it’s a topic of conversation. The odd time, they ask, “Where were you this lunch break? We didn’t see you.” I just tell them that I prefer to spend my breaks alone. This has alienated me, as you can imagine. I never go out after work either, because I usually rush home to masturbate as well. Add to that: once when I wake up, and once before bed, which, on a regular day, makes it an even 4. I find
Dana becoming more, and more suspicious of my secret life. It doesn’t help that I had a dream about her recently.
I’ve never thought of her in an overt sexual way, but I dreamt that we were in bed together, like a regular couple curled up for the night in each other’s’ arms. Then, she started touching me. But, I don’t wake up completely; I remain in the confusing state of half sleep. I only vaguely feel her cool hand run over my side; against my upper thigh, then hip, then the dip down to my waist, up to my ribcage. I hear myself moan, but only in the way a dozing lover communicates to her partner to let her go back to bed. I can’t speak, and am paralyzed by the weight of slumber. I feel her hand then drift to my breasts, and can feel my nipples stiffen at her touch. The coolness of her hand gives me goosebumps, and I struggle to stay awake; to stay with her. Her hand runs down my stomach to my mons, and it appears that she dives between my legs only to warm it, like a lover warming up her feet on the other. Suddenly, she’s inside me. But, the touch remains elusive and far away, and I fight to stay awake. She only barely tickles my g-spot, and I crave for her to massage me deeper, faster, harder so much that I almost drawn her in. I picture myself pulling at her fingers to keep them inside me. I open myself up to her, become so receptive to the orgasm, that she need only breathe on me to make me come. But, she doesn’t.
It’s because I can’t stay awake. She is offended. Now, I realize that if I wake up, she’ll be gone. I try to explain to her that I need to stay here. That I need to stay asleep. Suddenly, she turns into the Dana I see every day at work. She is fully clothed in her restrictive sweater, and her hair is pulled tightly into a bun. I tell her that she’ll never fuck me while we’re awake. Let me fuck you now! Let me fuck you while I’m asleep! Please!
Talk about a stress dream. That’s got to be it. Just a little sexual anxiety.
I take a quick look around, and when the coast is clear, I duck into the washroom. No one is in here at the moment, which is a blessing. I’m quite quiet when I do it, but it makes me nervous that someone could discover me. It’s a can of worms that I’d rather not open. Who knows; it may not only have social implications, but my job could actually be in jeopardy. I tug down my stockings, raise my skirt, and sit on the toilet. I take a deep, relaxing breath to get myself in the proper mindset. I usually think of an image from a porn video I recently watched, but today, I find myself thinking about Dana. The flood gates have opened, and now I can’t stop thinking about her, awake or asleep. Her full breasts, and the way her sweater stretches over them. Today, the material gapes between the frontmost two buttons, but she has safety pinned it shut. Under all that, I picture her wearing a fifties’ torpedo bra, and a garter belt, with thigh high stockings pinned to it. I touch myself, and am not surprised to find myself already wet. Today, I picture her posing, as a fifties’ pin-up might. Her skirt getting caught in the elevator, with an embarrassed pout on her face. The button popping on her sweater, revealing her lace bra underneath. A surprised look, this time; her hands jutting up to close it. I rub my pussy with long strokes, that go all the way down to the opening of me, and draw moisture back up to my clit. It doesn’t take long; I’m practically an expert at this. I feel an orgasm coming already. I hear the door, and someone come into the room, but it’s too late to stop now. It almost seems in slow motion, as I continue rubbing in these long movements, slightly thrusting into my hand, tilting my pelvis forward, as I do so. I don’t speed up, as I feel something very intense and explosive arriving from these slow, controlled strokes. It’s coming, oh god, oh god! Nothing but a small sound escapes my mouth; my body shuddering and convulsing for a moment, then is still. Time again appears normal. I quietly take a deep, slow breath, to recover.
I open my eyes, to see Dana staring at me through the crack of the stall door. I gasp, my heart in my throat. Her jaw is dropped open, her eyes wide. I scramble to pull up the tights from around my ankles. “Dana! It’s not what it looks like! Wait!” I burst out of the stall. But, before I can say anything more, she rushes out the door, leaving it swinging behind her.
The next day, I try to hold off masturbating while at work.
I usually go into a washroom stall at lunch or earlier, but it’s almost two o’clock, and I haven’t yet. I’m going crazy. I don’t think I can make it until the end of the day. But, everywhere I go, I feel Dana’s eyes on me. I even took my lunch break in the cafeteria today; and sat, completely visible to Dana and my other colleagues, clearly not jerking off. What more can I do? They talked in hushed tones, glancing over at me to punctuate the end of every sentence. I can only imagine what a freak they think I am, and I consider my days at this office, severely limited. I hang my head, feeling depressed. Hmm, I know what would cheer me up... getting off! Ugh.
Back in my cubicle, I think of yesterday, when Dana caught me masturbating in the washroom stall. I picture it in her perspective; what she saw, while silently watching me through the crack of the door. Me, with my stockings around my ankles, skirt lifted, blouse intact, but with hard nipples visible through it, sensually rubbing my clit with my eyes closed, head tilted back, mouth slightly open. Did she see my orgasm approaching; my breath quicken, my body tensing? Did it excite her; was she wet, couldn’t she pry her eyes away? Oh, shit. I am so turned on.
That’s it. I have to! Rather than calling over the partition to Dana, I quietly beeline it to the washroom. As I turn towards the door, I see her jump out of her seat, and rush towards me. Shit.
“Dana, I’m going on break!” I call, as I speed walk towards the stairs. But, she’s still on my tail. As I descend the stairs, I can hear her heels clicking just a flight behind me. I crash through the exit, and keep my pace as I hustle through the parking lot towards my car. But, what am I going to do once I get there? How fast do you think you can come? In the ten seconds it will take for Dana to reach the car? I fumble with my keys, already hearing her slam the heavy exit door.
“You can’t leave the premises except on lunch break!!” She calls, jogging up to the car. I turn around, exasperated.
“Dana, what do you want from me?!” Speechless for a moment, she catches her breath.
“I... didn’t tell anyone.”
“You didn’t?”
“No. And, I’m not going to.”
“Okay... So, that’s why you were following me? Just to tell me that?” She’s wearing a pained expression. Her tits are still as miraculous as ever.
“I’ll tell you in the car.”
I unlock it, get into the driver’s seat; her, in the passenger. She hangs her head, avoiding eye contact.
“Is everything alright?” I venture. She looks up at me with large, wet eyes. And leans forward, kissing me on the mouth. I remain immobile, like in the dream, due to pure shock. Then, my desire takes over. Her lips are soft and warm, tasting of lipstick. She doesn’t use her tongue, but I give her mine. I immediately reach for her breasts, needing two of my hands to properly fondle just one. I can feel the large nipples even through the layers of her cardigan. I inch towards the back seat, our lips locked, and she crawls with me, following. I sit beside her, reaching under her skirt, between her legs. She is warm, I rub her, over her underwear, while continuing to kiss her wetly. My pussy floods moisture just touching her. She unbuttons her sweater, her blouse, and I finally get to behold her fantastic tits. My desire for her is unmistakable, as every part of me positively comes alive, from my neck, to my breasts, to between my legs. I kiss her creamy skin, adoringly, worshipping each breast, coddling them with my face, before I pull down her bra, and try for the nipples. I finger them, and she arches her back, wanting more. I enthusiastically take each one into my mouth, flicking them with my tongue, gently sucking them, making out with them. With my other hand, I move her underwear to the side, revealing her wet, silky pussy. I find her clit with my finger, and gently play with it, until she starts to moan steadily. I move beneath the seat, onto the floor, and pull her hips
towards me. I go down on her, vigorously licking, sucking, flicking, kissing her clit, while massaging, teasing the opening of her with my hand. She lays back, arching, her lovely tits falling to each side. I reach up and touch them, as I lick her. She starts to moan quicker, when I lightly brush the nipples with the palm of my hands, while I’m down on her. I keep it up, until she buckles, and cries out, “Jesus!!”
I get off the floor, and sit beside her, lifting my hips to lower my panties. I lift my own skirt, and touch myself; as I watch her lying there, completely satisfied, blouse undone, beautiful breasts exposed, underwear on the seat beside her. She smiles, content to see me get myself off. As usual, it doesn’t take me long.
We spend a few minutes bathing in post orgasmic glow, before straightening and buttoning ourselves back up, to go back into the building.
Upstairs, before parting to go back to her cubicle, she says, “Productive meeting,” without any sign of innuendo, and she’s gone.
That was so hot, I already feel like getting off again.
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