Office jargon
Damn! Damn! Damn!
I was sitting on the edge of my desk, cursing myself with the foulest words. Why did I have to torture myself like this—visiting a porn site when I hadn't had sex for a week and a half! I don't even know how I started opening those damn pages… People live!… They fuck… Oh, why me? I was in such a state that I couldn't bear it any longer. My hand reached for the hem of my skirt. My brain understood it would be more comfortable to sit at the desk, but my poor pussy demanded immediate help. Really, what's the difference if I'm sitting on the very edge of the table, next to the visitor's chair, or in my own chair? And what if I spread my legs wider? Tuck up
the narrow, strict skirt? O-o-o-o, what if my fingers land on the soaked fabric of my panties? Biting my lips, I carefully pressed on the hypersensitive lips. I was shaking from frustration, from the anticipation of the sensation of my nails on my wet lips. No, that's not all! The orgasm must consume me completely. What's needed for that? My brain was working terribly poorly, but my hands unbuttoned my blouse on their own. My tits were already bursting out, and my hardened nipples seemed about to pierce right through my bra. Oh, finally—I can move aside the cups of my lace bra! And my breasts are exposed! The air is so thick, it caresses me. But that's not enough for me! So… Quickly pinch my right nipple with my long nails! Like this, so the sweet pain pierces the nipple, the breast, travels down my tummy, echoes in my pubic area, and finally flares up hotly between my thighs. A small orgasm? Oh, yes, you naughty girl. So… I should moan more quietly! It's still an office, even if it's a private one… Ah, screw it! What's next? I've only gotten more worked up! Oh, yes, my sweet girl! Wet, dripping, having soaked through the thin panties…Continuing to torment my nipple, I feverishly tucked my skirt higher and hastily slipped my hand into my panties. Oh, what bliss—to touch myself there, casting all prejudices aside! Oh, yes! Like this—run my fingers over my lips! Oh, what a soaking wet bitch you are! And the lips… the lips… They've swollen, opened up, probably exposing the little hole. Oh, a good cock right there now! What a pity I can't see how my fingers seem to have a life of their own—teasing the clit, tormenting the lips. I can only see how my hand moves under the thin panties… Come on! Let's go! I want something inside me, I want to be impaled! Come on, fuck yourself! And I inserted a finger into myself… Ooh! It's been so long since anyone's been here! Even the panties didn't stop me from enjoying myself. The wet depths were all flowing with juices, running down my palm, over my knuckles. Moans tore from my chest in rhythm with my movements. I was fucking myself, the dripping bitch, impaled on my own fingers.
Damn, I'm going to tear off my long-suffering nipple! Time to attend to the other one!
Well, where's the relief? I'm already fucking myself roughly, everything's squelching in my panties, my nipples hurt in the vise of my nails…
No way…
I grabbed the phone, pressed the speed dial button…
— Darling? Darling, come to me quickly! I can't take it anymore!
— What the hell business??? I'm talking to you, and my hand is in my panties!
— When will your negotiations end? Days??? O-o-o-o…
I angrily throw the phone…
O-o-o, no!!! When I threw the phone into the corner, the door to my office came into my field of vision. It was slightly ajar and… Denis, our courier, was watching me!!! The modest, quiet young man was watching me. I began to realize what a sight I presented! Light hair tightly pulled back in a ponytail, elegant glasses, strict makeup… Plump lips bitten… The strict boss lady with her blouse unbuttoned at the chest, her round tits on display… Skirt hiked up on her hips, slender legs in black stockings slightly spread, and in the tiny transparent panties, a hand clearly visible playing with her pussy… What do you want to do, you horny bitch?
I beckon Denis with my finger, the one that just left my nipple alone.
— Come here quickly. And close the door!
— But Viktoria Stanislavovna, I'm sorry…
— Silence!
Denis, a little embarrassed, enters the office. Oh, I see that despite his embarrassment, he's greedily drinking in my lewd image with his eyes.
— Faster, — I command, — come to me.
I don't care anymore. Nearby is a sweet, nice employee, slightly embarrassed, completely stunned, with a dazed look. A man! He has a cock!!! Surely!
When he's next to me, I grab him by the hair and pull him down.
— I shouldn't… I can't… Please, Viktoria Stanislavovna!..
— Silence! Do what the boss needs!!!
I myself hurriedly shift my panties aside, exposing my dripping pussy to the guy's eyes. My eyes roll back as soon as the man's lips touch the sensitive petals in a caress.
— Come on, Denis, fuck it with your tongue!
It seems I came, as my head cleared a little. I pushed Denis into the visitor's chair.
— Viktoria Stanislavovna, what are you doing?…
— I'm about to rape you! Starting with my mouth… — I settle on my knees at the man's feet. M-m-m, what a wonderful position for a woman!
Hurrying, ruining my manicure, I tug the zipper down. O-o-o, I need to get to the cock faster! And why do men even wear underwear???
— Ugh! — escapes me when I finally reach the coveted prize. The cock is already hard, standing at its full, uncovered power before my face. I immediately pounce on it with my mouth. What strength I have in my cheek now! What taut veins my tongue caresses. And the head? Engorged with blood, so tender if you suck on it lightly, touch it with your lips, and so powerful when it thrusts into your throat!
That's it, I can't take it anymore! I jump up, turn my ass to Denis… For agonizing moments, I hover with my open cunt over the pole, then take it in my hand and guide it into me. Simultaneously, I sit down. A fleeting resistance from my starved pussy, and he's inside me. I roar like a wounded tigress, then start moving my ass wildly. I squeeze the fuzzy balls in my hand, press them, pull them towards me. The cock goes in deep—deep, I'm completely open to it. The orgasm is already close, and then Denis starts kneading my tits, grabs my nipples and starts using them to set the rhythm of my movements. I respond furiously, no longer paying attention to the fear that they might tear off. And finally, I come. Violently, writhing on the cock, digging my nails into the balls.
When I come to my senses a little, I find myself thrown with my tits onto the desk. Denis is successfully working my limp body from behind. And I moan in time with his thrusts! And he's fucking me hard! My stilettos lift off the floor with each new thrust, and I fly up on the hard cock. Oh! That's quite thrilling! Gradually, I start to meet his thrusts, I want the cock to go deeper into me! Deeper! I throw one knee onto the desk, and it slides over the papers just like my tits. I come again, convulsing in a mad paroxysm of orgasm, and I'm still being fucked, not even giving me a break to surface from the rolling orgasms.
I turn around, not denying myself the pleasure of fondling the cock. It's all wet, my hand slides along the shaft, feeling its power and the ridged veins.
— Get undressed and lie down! Quickly.
Denis obediently lies down on the floor, and I with a swing impale myself on the cock again. O-o-o! It pierces me through! Oh, yes!
Denis starts thrusting his pelvis, driving into me. I don't even move, letting him fuck me at the right rhythm. We kiss, greedily entwining our tongues. Our lips slip apart—it's impossible—the thrusts into me are such that my body is shaking. I'm being stitched up at sewing machine speed. I want to come again, I slip my hand between our bodies. My nails tease my clit, and I fly away.
Once again, I come to my senses, sprawled on the man's chest, and I'm still being fucked full force.
I rise up a little, feel the cock moving inside me, get off it, and position it at my anal opening.
I moan:
— You've earned this! A little bonus from the boss!
It's a little painful at the beginning, when the tight head breaks into the tight anus. But then the cock slid into the stretched-to-the-limit ass. Oh, I don't care anymore, just tear it to hell! And I start getting fucked in the ass. It hurts, but I stubbornly impale my ass on the cock, sometimes straightening up so it goes into me all the way to the balls. I twist my hips, I impale myself with a swing. And Denis growls, releasing his cum into me. It's like I'm exploding from the inside, I scream from pain and pleasure…
I gradually come to my senses. I'm still lying on Denis. His cock has slipped out of me, and I feel streams of cum slowly flowing out of my ravaged anal opening. Denis gently kisses the top of my head. Nice!..
— Should I resign now?
— Hee-hee… Silly!
The phone comes into view.
— But someone else will have to.
I type: "Darling, you're fired!".
— There! By the way, Denis, I'm terribly hungry. Will you join me for dinner at the restaurant? Yes, and one more thing. You should probably come in my mouth. You don't want the boss to be stained with your sperm all the time, do you?
Author's e-mail: vicky_kud@bigmir.net