This is how I like to relax in the evenings, when everyone else has left the office and I am alone with just the paperwork and the radio for company. I lock the office up and boot up the internet, going straight to . As I walk back to my desk I begin to feel the familiar warmth between my thighs, a slight tingle as my cunt recognises the build up to what is to come.
I sit down in my black leather office chair, watching as the familiar site opens up on my screen. I select a story and begin to slowly run my fingertips over my hard nipples inside my shirt. My 44DD breasts swell and become more sensitive as I stimulate them, licking my fingers and rubbing in little circles over the hard peaks as I read about horny young women sucking and fucking.
I squeeze my breasts a little harder now, sending electric little shockwaves down through my stomach to my pussy. Before I begin to finger myself I wait a moment, letting my muscles begin to clench and relax on their own, making my clit throb and beg for attention. I can wait no longer. I stand for a moment, slipping off my damp panties and hiking up my skirt to let my round firm buttocks rest naked on the warm, soft leather of the chair. As I scroll through the story, one hand on the mouse, I rest one foot on the desk and allow my hand to slip through the trimmed hairs on my cunt and slide into the wetness below.
I begin to moan, thankful that there is no-one around, desperate to show my appreciation of the story unfolding on my screen. Grinding my hips on the seat I rub faster and faster, leaving the computer untouched as two fingers of my right hand slip into my waiting, wet tight hole, moving in and out, simulating the fucking I need so badly. This gradually becomes three, and then four fingers as I dream of being fucked hard by the fingers of a beautiful woman, half wishing I was at home where my dildo could become part of my play. Becoming wetter and wetter I continue to bring myself towards orgasm, finally plunging my fingers deep into my waiting, pulsating cunt, furiously circling my clit with the fingers of my left hand until I scream, bucking my hips on the chair and tensing all over. Finally I pull my fingers from my raw pussy, licking them clean, loving the taste of my own sweet, musky juices. Shakily rising to my feet I realise my chair is now wet with pussy juice, and I wipe the seat clean leaving just an aroma of cunt in the air to welcome me in to work tomorrow.
Hopefully more to come when I get around to writing them down!
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