[M/F] I write and send erotica to girls that I see. I was told to share my current story. So here’s Pt. V (Last for now)

A week has gone by. You haven't heard from me once. You're on edge. Every time you hear a neighbor move around their apartment, every time a car door shuts, every time your phone vibrates or rings, a chill sweeps down your back and sends electricity through your pussy. Your wardrobe is primarily dresses now. After a few days, you stop wearing panties. They just get soaked anyways. You find yourself exaggerating your movements. Putting groceries in your car is a perfect excuse to bend over and show your ass off in the air. You make sure to park far away from anyone else. If there's a secluded section of the parking lot, your car will be there. You sit at work, gauging your surroundings and hoping, praying I show up and Fuck you against your wall, against your desk, on the tiled floor. You want to touch yourself desperately but you know that will only make things worse. It's your lunch hour and your mind has finally stopped thinking about my thick, hard cock ravaging your holes. You can finally focus on your work duties when your phone vibrates…

The vibration shakes your desk and like Pavlov’s dogs, you're conditioned to a response. You press your legs together as you feel your cunt burn with desire. You mentally scold yourself for not wearing panties. You can fill the fabric of the chair tease your skin. You quickly open the drawer and grab the phone, under the pretense of stopping the vibration, not because of who you hope is on the other end. You look at the screen and notice it's a phone call. You don't recognize the number but know who it is. You feel your palms get sweaty and you take a deep breath, staring at your closed by unlocked door. "Hel…hello?" you choke out. "You're only going to speak with spoken to. Just listen and do what I say. Failure to do so means you won't hear from me again. Understand?" my voice responds sternly. "Ye…yes I do." you whisper. "You do what?" "Yes, I understand sir." "Put your phone on speaker. Place it directly in front of you in your desk. Place your hands on both sides of the phone but not touching it." I command. I hear you hustle about doing as I said.

"What have you been thinking about? How you haven't seen me for days and your pussy is aching for a real man's touch? You think I wouldn't notice your new routines, the dresses, the lack of panties, the parking far away? You're basically begging to be fucked by me." You breathe heavily, rubbing your thighs together. You move your hand slowly across the desk until you slide it off the edge, resting it against the fabric separating your hand from your wet lips. You look around nervously. You're at work. Anyone could come by at any time. "Since you need it so bad, touch your pussy for me. Run your index and middle finger lengthwise along your wet slit. Up and down. Back and forth. Slowly." I say with conviction. You don't think twice. Your hand slides under your dress and you touch your soaking wet pussy. It happens to fast and you moan, the sound echoing throughout the room. You press your feet hard against the floor and squeeze your eyes shut. A mini orgasms quaking your body, the desire to be touched overwhelming your senses.

Your body shakes as your fingers glance across your lips. A thin bead of sweat trickles down the base of your neck. "Take your middle finger and rub your clit. Think of it like a joystick. Push hard down, pull up firmly." My deep voice commands. Your finger trembles. You stop in your tracks as you gently remove your wet finger tips from your exposed sex. Your mind races. You're at work.

You could lose your job. The embarrassment would be unreal. Your mind races but your body betrays you. Your finger pushes roughly against your clit. "Oh sweet fuck…" you moan a little too loudly. Your free hand brushes your hair out of your face as you try to delicately play with your clit.

You feel your toes start to curl and can feel your nipples straining against the thin fabric of your dress. Your breathing gets heavier and deeper. You squirm in your chair as you become rougher with your hands. You gently give you throat a squeeze, just to remember what it felt like. Your hips rock to meet your finger. You dig your nails into your thigh as you touch your clit "Take your hand away." You stop, pushing down on your button through your hiked dress.

Breathing deeply, so close to cumming. You try and mouth words but can’t catch your breath. You need this release. You need my cock plunging into your pussy, not a finger. You need to feel my hands roughly groping your tits, twisting and pulling your nipples. You need to feel the roots of your hair being strained as my fat cock fills you from behind. You need to feel a thick volley of cum in your mouth and throat and as much as you hate to admit it, splashing against your unprotected pussy walls. You push against your clit again in defiance. "Now" I growl through the phone. You whimper in a pleasing fashion before removing your hand, placing it on the desk. You hear the door handle turn and see it with your eyes. Time stands still as you realize your state. The door creaks open a smidgen before stopping, whoever is on the other side is distracted by someone else. You push the phone to the side and straighten your dress. The room reeks of your scent. Your fingers glisten.

The door finally opens and your supervisor walks in. Your mind is everywhere but what they're saying. You nod and smile and hope to God they leave. "Are you alright? You look flushed?" You try to think of something suitable, some excuse that isn't you were masturbating your tight cunt to the thoughts of being impaled by a glorious cock while sitting at your work desk. "I uh…I ate something spicy." You offer no more details and get a strange eye from the supervisor. "I'm going to leave the door open, it's stuffy in here." with that, they turn on a heel and leave. You breathe a sigh of relief before you realize the phone is still transmitting the call. You take it off speaker and place it to your ear. "Oh my god we can't…" you try to whisper angrily before I cut you off. "Place your middle finger in your mouth, suck on it for six seconds to get it nice and wet." You don't even hesitate as you taste yourself on your knuckle. "Finger Fuck your tight pussy with that finger. Now." Your eyes stare, transfixed on the open door. Your lunch hour is almost over.

Your hand slides down your chest and your palm brushes your erect nipple. Any thoughts of guilt or shame or discretion are gone. Your finger immediately finds its home in your tight quivering cunt as you bite your lip and keep your eyes peeled on the door. The noise of your wet pussy being pummeled by your finger fill the entire room. Your foot taps against the tiled floor with each intrusion. You whimper and mutter under your breath. "That's it. Fuck your pussy. I own your hole. Whenever I want it, it's mine. Imagine that's my cock taking what's mine. Imagine it's my finger as my tongue laps at your clit." You groan loudly and cum, you can feel yourself gush against your finger and feel the wetness touch your thighs and the fabric of your dress and chair. You pull your finger out and breathe. Looking at the clock, you have two minutes before your room will have visitors. You clean desperately as the phone is attached to your ear. "We'll be in touch" I say as I end the call. You push the phone into your desk drawer and turn around, ready for your visitors.

The day dragged on. Each second felt like a minute, each minute like an hour. While it didn't appear that anyone was any wiser, you could swear everyone knew exactly what you had been doing and exactly what you were thinking. As the work day came to a close, you decided to stay after and get the few odds and ends you neglected when you answered my call. Almost an hour later, you were ready to go home. You tidied up your area and were packing your belongings when you could sense someone nearby. You tended up and spun around quickly but no one was there. You berate yourself in a hushed tone and bend over to grab a few things you knocked over in your haste. That's when you feel it. A strong hand on the back of your neck. A stiff knee driven into the back of your legs. It happens so quickly you can't even scream out. "Not at work not at work" your mind screams. Your body widens your legs, giving you better support and a clearer entrance despite your brains pleading. You've never stopped being wet since lunch and you know you're a slave to my cock right now.

Your mouth doesn't hesitate. "Please sir. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I need it. I need your hard cock in my tight little pussy sir." You know there's no reason to beat around the bush. My hand grabs your hair and pulls your face off the desk. With a grunt, you feel my cock stretch your tiny hole in one thrust. You look over your shoulder, staring at me and realizing the door is open. This is your job, your place of work. You panic for a moment and try to free yourself from being pinned against the desk. I'm bigger and stronger; you don't have a choice. You realize you need to get me to cum. Quickly. You squeeze your cunt muscles with each thrust, milking my hard rod as it slams deeper inside you. Your hand reaches between your legs, scrapping against your clit before grabbing and massaging my balls between each thrust. You put your back into it, the sound of your ass smacking against my body filling the room and no doubt the hallway. You thought you were doing this to get this over with quickly but now you know this is what you desperately needed: a hard fuck.

Your free hand reaches across the desk for support as you feel an orgasm approaching. You try and lock your legs but realize it's futile. Your knees buckle and you call across the desk, your feet no longer touching the floor. Your hair is wrenched back, your breasts falling out of your dress and smacking against the cold wood of your work station. You're along for the ride as my hard cock pounds inside of you, the rhythm never slowing or tiring. You feel your body shaking, losing track of how many times you've come when I yank your hair hard and spin you towards me, any remaining trinkets on the desk are knocked to the floor. You gasp in pain and shock as my cock fills the opening in your mouth and I let loose a torrent of cum into the back of your throat. Caught off guard, you swallow some before coughing and spitting some onto the desk. Without command, you grab my cock feverishly and clean every inch.

Taking as much into your mouth as you can, working your tongue over and around the shaft, flicking the head and massaging and sucking on my ample balls. I pull away and you roll into your back on your desk, cum splattered to your right as you breathe. I buckle my pants as I turn away from you. "Might want to tell the cleaning crew they missed a spot" I say with a chuckle, walking from your room. You raise a hand over your forehead and wipe the sweat through your hair. "What…the fucck…" you mumble to yourself, your hand subconsciously stroking your tiny pussy.

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