[F] I’m a young professional and a closet slut. Nobody knows.

The boys at work don’t have a clue. They just think I’m an awkward nerdy girl. They don’t see this body (pic on profile) that I hide in loose tops and boxy suits. They think I go home and watch chick flicks or play video games. They have no idea what I really with.

And it’s been a long day.

Every day seems long when you’re single. The evenings are dull. There’s is nothing to looking to forward to except a dark bedroom and complete silence. Or maybe just a little humming sound.

I’ve been thinking about it all day. I’m always thinking about it if I’m honest. Is everyone this horny at twenty-two? Shouldn’t I have gotten it out of my system in college? I definitely did my share of fucking.

My friends aren’t this obsessed with sex. At least they pretend they aren’t.

I get home and go straight upstairs. It’s already dark outside. I don’t fix dinner. I don’t make myself a drink to take the edge off. I don’t take a long, luxurious bath like I sometimes do.

Instead, I stand in front of the mirror. I admire my own reflection. I try to see myself the way they see me in my conservative black suit with my unstyled hair. I look like any young professional. My curves are hidden.

But I know that they are there. I unbutton my jacket slowly. I’ve been mischievous today. My blouse is silky and thin. It does nothing to hide the lacy red bra I’m wearing. I wanted to feel sexy today. Even if it meant keeping my jacket buttoned at work so nobody would know. I felt so naughty all day. Especially when I opened my jacket on the train ride home. I could feel the eyes on me.

I slip my jacket off and lay it on a chair. I kick off my black heels. I slide off my black stockings. I unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I run my fingers over the soft nylon of the black half-slip I’m wearing.

I walk to the bed and turn the covers down. I lie on my back. I wish I wasn’t alone. I need the touch of someone else Maybe that sexy Janet, the purchasing manager who reminds me of Laura Dern. I’m sure she knows how to please a woman

Or maybe that Tom, the hipster in information technology. He always seems angry at the world. I wonder if he fucks with that much passion?

A stranger would be fun. Like the one who was ogling me on the train.

But I’m all alone. And so I’ll take matters into my own hands.

My fingers tremble as I open the top button my blouse. It’s ridiculous how much I’ve anticipated this moment. My nipples are already hard. They’re straining against the fabric of my lacy red bra. I reach down and open the clasp between the cups. My big tits are aching to be touched. I wish I could use an app to order a fuck. But I don’t want to spend all night screening people on Tinder.

My nipples are erect. I close my eyes as I touch them. I twist them gently, the way I like. I moan out loud and think about a stranger kissing them. I think of Janet teasing them with her tongue and pulling them with her teeth. She seems like she would be aggressive.

I have no patience. Not with a lover and not when I’m alone. I need release.

I lift my knees. I let the slip fall down around my waist. My cheap red panties are wet. The kind the nuns used to call whore panties back when I was in school. The kind that drives men wild. I want Tom’s cock rubbing on them. Teasing me with the tip. Feeling how wet my silky panties are because I need to be fucked.

I slide my fingers over the top of my cunt. My panties are so wet and sticky. I stop at my clit and toy with it just for a second. I moan.

I slide my hand into my panties. I trace the lips of my pussy, wishing it was a stranger’s finger. I bring my damp finger back and lick it. Then I touch my nipple. I twist it, while the other hand slips into my panties, and then into my waiting cunt.

It doesn’t take long now. I rock my hips up and down, slowly fucking the first two fingers on my left hand. My right hand pulls at my nipples. I fuck myself harder. Faster. I whisper how much I need it. But there isn’t anyone to hear. I wish someone was fucking me.

I keep the two fingers inside me while my thumb rubs my clit. I’m so close. It’s so sensitive. It doesn’t take me but a second to explode. To come hard, alone, in the middle of my bed. Thinking about cock.

I feel weak in the knees. It takes me several minutes to stop panting. A shower would be nice right now, but I’m not finished yet. Once has never been enough for me. That’s why the fraternity boys loved me in college. I could never get enough. Everyone got a turn.

I sit up and look at myself in the mirror. I’m a bit of a mess. My hair is damp and sticking to my forehead. My blouse and bra are open, still draped over my shoulders. I stand up and shrug out of both of them. I pull off my slip and then my panties. The room smells like my pussy.

I go to the drawer and get my black, silk nightshirt. I slip it on, but don’t bother with the buttons. That would just be a waste of time. I go back to the mirror and admire myself. If my coworkers could see me now. I know they’d find it sexy. My shirt wide open. My big tits and shaved twat exposed.

I walk to the closet and find my favorite box. So much to choose from. Everyone at work would be shocked. The vibrator catches my eye for a second. But it’s not what I want tonight.

I grab a bottle of oil and the thick, black Pyrex dildo.

I move back to the bed. I open the oil and pour some in my hand. I work it over the long, glass shaft. A naughty thought slips through my mind and I pour a little over each breast. I start to fondle my big tits. I think of the stranger from the train watching while he strokes his cock. I know he’d enjoy the show.

I lie on my back and close my eyes. With both hands, I guide the big cock into my pussy. It’s so fucking thick that it hurts a little. It feels so good, but it’s no substitute for a flesh and blood man. I want one in my pussy. I want to be fucked while people watch.

I tease myself with the glass cock and think of all the times I’ve been fucked well. I can’t remember all their names or faces. Just the ones who gave it to me hard and could go all night. I love the ones who fucked me like a whore. The way my mom’s coworkers used to when I was just eighteen.

It’s moving so easily now. My legs are spread as wide as they’ll go. I keep giving it to myself. Harder. Faster. I squirm and thrash about in the sheets. It feels so fucking good.

Of course, I can’t take it for long. I come. I come HARD, baby. Not once, but twice. Panting like a bitch in heat the whole time. When I’m done, I’m just a sweaty wreck. The way so many lovers have left me in the past. Exhausted, but still hungry for more.

I’ll rest now. And then I’ll take a bath. And wonder if tomorrow is the night I bring a coworker or stranger home Because these solo trips are just an appetizer. And I can’t go long without a big meal.

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