Part II – A Lust Filled, Exhibitionist Animal Awakens
Ashley couldn’t concentrate the rest of the day. It was impossible. Every time the instant messenger notification sounded, her pussy would flood anew and her clit would harden and throb because she thought it was Mark again. Each and every time her body tensed up and her breath quickened, only to be ultimately and tortuously disappointed. The first notification was from her boss, which was very awkward to reconcile having horny thoughts in her head while he droned on about the latest crisis he had self-manufactured, and now needed help with. The time after that, it was the bubbly receptionist who just wanted to chat about her weekend. It was very difficult to feign interest in small talk when she was fucking Mark in her mind’s eye. Then it was her cubicle-mate, who needed help figuring out why her project cost sheet wasn’t balancing to the data that Finance had provided her. The only balancing Ashley was interested was to try to balance on Mark’s impressive cock. On and on it went and the more frustrated, and wet, she became as the day inched slowly onwards. By 2:00PM she had ditched her pants altogether and sat bare-assed on a towel because it was easier than having to sit in wet underwear and pants. It was everything she could do to maintain the bare minimum focus on what she actually needed to accomplish!
By 4:00PM, her hormones were still running hot in her veins but she had managed to settle down enough to answer the important email that had been sitting unattended in her email inbox for most of the afternoon. She kept putting it off because she was hoping…well, more accurately lusting…for Mark to follow up on the morning “meeting”. More than once she had hovered her mouse over the “call” button again, but each time she managed to bite her lip, clamp her thighs together tightly while her clit protested, and close the window. She would have congratulated herself on her willpower if she wasn’t beside herself with fantasies dancing in her head. Mark, too, seemed to exhibit a strong ability to brush things off which was both a relief and a point of annoyance for Ashley.
4:30PM arrived. Quitting time. She took a deep breath, held it for a while, and exhaled slowly. Her disappointed pout was noticeable in the reflection of her laptop screen. She reached back and undid her ponytail, her hair falling loosely and messily around her shoulders. One more sigh and she pointed the mouse to the “shut down” button…
Suddenly, an email notification appeared just as it was beginning to power down. She didn’t get to see who it was from or what it was about before her computer closed the window and began its shut down processes. She cussed under her breath, it was probably her damn boss emailing a last-minute question about the email she had sent out. He was notorious for it, and of course he wouldn’t be able to wait until tomorrow for the answer and wouldn’t pay any OT if she actually had to dig into something for it. “Fuck you” she said as she extended her middle fingers to the now black screen. She pressed the power button on the laptop to fire everything up again, and drummed her fingers on her arm while she waited for her log-in screen to appear once again. She was annoyed so of course she messed up the log-in twice and had to slowly and methodically type it in the third time, lest she be locked out of the system just as everyone was “leaving” for the day. This time it worked and she hurried to open the email to see what was so damn important….
Her heart fluttered and her clit throbbed. It was an email from Mark, specifically a meeting invitation. Tomorrow. 10AM. The meeting was titled “to continue our discussion from today” and contained one line of text: “wear something nice this time” with a smiley face at the end.
Under normal circumstances, Ashley likely would have likely only exhaled a bit of air through her nose, maybe accompanied by a slight grin, at his attempt to be “cute”. He was always so cocky about things and she always teased him about the shit-eating grin he always wore with pride. Today, however, there was no teasing. Ashley immediately assaulted her pussy, her head thrown back over the chair. One hand firmly groped her tits. On her other hand, two fingers slid rapidly along her slit and deep into her ravenous pussy. She was unconcerned about noise and the only sound louder than the sloshing of her two fingers fucking herself was the long moan that escaped her mouth. Suddenly her vision went white and her back arched off the chair as she came hard all over it, her body lifting and convulsing, her pussy clamping down on the fingers lodged inside of it. It all happened in only a minute or two, she had that much pent-up sexual frustration. After the orgasm subsided and she was able to somewhat regulate her breathing, she leaned forward and with her left hand clicked on the “accept” button. She was unable to use her right hand because it was drenched with her hot, sticky cum that had erupted from her pussy like a volcano. She noted that the towel she had been using for the afternoon had proven to be woefully insufficient and she had a mess to clean up. She was lost in post-orgasmic bliss though, and she leaned back in her chair and smiled at her ceiling, planning what exactly she would wear to the “meeting”.
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“Long time no talk Ash” began the voice through the computer speakers, the video lagging behind again, teasing Ashley as to what he was wearing today. Finally it popped into view, and Mark was looking much more business-like. He wore a pale green dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up, she noted. Maybe he had heard about the “office game” after all, she mused to herself. He was clean shaven, and flashed a bright white smile that made Ashley melt a little bit. The smile faded from his face, and turned into a puzzled look. “Is that…Ash are you wearing a bathrobe?”
Ashley nodded and smiled, “Yeah, so what? I’m allowed to have casual days like you did yesterday!”
Mark looked almost crestfallen. “But I made sure to include instructions in the meeting invite!” he whined, “Did you not read the email? Actually, I know the answer to that, clearly you just clicked ‘accept’ and logged off.” Mark’s lips were visibly pouting and it made Ashley very proud of what was about to happen.
“Oh I read the email, ‘wear something nice’ I believe was what you said” Ashley smiled, adding emphasis to “nice”.
Flabbergasted, Mark stated “And in what country does a bathrobe count as nice Ash? You look like you rolled out of bed!”
“Maybe I did, Mark…” Ashley cooed seductively. Mark stared at her quizzically, and a sudden wash of realization crossed his face. It was very amusing for Ashley to witness, and she barely stifled a laugh as she observed him put it together.
“Ash…what’s under the bathrobe” he asked softly
“Hmmm? Oh not much, some boring pajamas. You wouldn’t care for them. As you stated I just rolled out of bed” she teased.
“Um….well….maybe I’d…uh….like them?” he replied
“I’m not sure” she purred, “I don’t think you ever mentioned you liked lace…” on the last word she peeled open half of her bathrobe to expose a black, lace bra. The lace was transparent and her hard-as-diamond nipple was threatening to tear through the thin fabric. She smiled and covered herself up again and leaned in close to the monitor, her elbows up on the desk and her hands on her chin.
Mark was clearly bothered, in the best way, Ashley noted. He swallowed hard. “Ash, I can’t get these clothes messy today, I have a sales call…important client…big dollars…” he trailed off clearly awash in hormones. The bulge in his pants was once again undeniable to Ashley, and she bit her lip before replying.
“Keep them on then, just take out your cock for me”. Her words were dripping with lust and she stared at him deeply, trying to give her best “fuck me” look.
Mark opened his mouth but nothing came out. Instead he undid his pants and brought his cock out as instructed. It was fully engorged, maybe more so than the day before Ashley noted. A glimmer of pre-cum adorned the head of it, and Ashley wished she could be there with him to taste it with her tongue. “Satisfied?” he asked.
“No, but I’m sure I will be soon” she smiled, and licked her lips slowly and seductively. Ashley then stood up, moved the chair out of the way and stood in full view of the camera. She fully opened her bathrobe now, arms extended so he could take her body in fully. In addition to the black lace bra, she wore a skimpy black lace g-string which was also crotchless. She wanted to showcase this feature to him, so she let the bathrobe fall to the floor and used her right hand to spread her pussy lips apart, her clit pulsating now that it was fully exposed to the air of her bedroom.
“Ash….holy fuck Ash” was all Mark could muster.
“Shut up and stroke your amazing cock for me” she commanded. “Slowly”
Mark heeded the command, and stroked his meaty cock slowly from the base which protruded from the fly on his dress pants to the shiny, pre-cum soaked tip. Soon Ashley could tell his whole cock was glistening and she swore she could see the veins in his cock bulging. The sight made Ashley super fucking wet, and it was all she could do to refrain from beginning to masturbate too. She reminded herself that she first wanted to put on a show for him.
“Did I ever tell you I used to dance?” she whispered, and began to suggestively wiggle her hips back and forth, gyrating slowly.
“I…..I’m not really sure…” Mark groaned
“Well I did” Ashley continued, “my mother thought I was pretty good at it and I enjoyed performing so I was in it until I was 18”. Ashley now pivoted on her heel to give him a view of her ass in the g-string, and she bent over to really show it off. She wiggled and gyrated some more for him, before giving herself a playful smack on her own ass. She was surprised just how good it felt for her, so she did it again to the other side of her ass. “What would you say?” she inquired.
“I…..uhhhhhhhhnnnn”
“Thanks for the compliment Mark.” Ashley now pivoted again to face the screen. “Keep the slow pace, no cumming before I say” she instructed. Mark nodded, unable to speak and now restricted to gutteral grunts and groans. Now she reached behind her back and undid the clasp on her bra. It immediately fell off her shoulders, and she rolled her arms forward to allow it to fall completely to the floor. She grasped each breast with each of her hands, and squeezed them firmly while licking her lips again. She gasped a breathy moan, partly for show, partly because she needed to. Ashley leaned over the desk so that her tits were almost pressed against the camera. She played with her hard nipples and attempted to lick them, her tongue agonizingly close yet far away from achieving self-pleasure. “I need your tongue on these, Mark” she purred.
Ashley turned again and strut purposefully to the middle of the room again. She stopped to look over her shoulder, and bent over again. This time her hands ran down her sides and she grabbed at the thin waistband of her g-string. She pulled it away from her skin, and playfully let it snap back into place. Then she pulled it down far enough so that her ass was fully uncovered, but it somehow clung to her, defying gravity. She spread her legs a bit and ran a finger from the front of her slit backwards towards her ass so that he would see it from behind her. When she was sure he could see, she teased her hungry pussy and even allowed the tip of her finger to penetrate herself. She moaned again, this time out of unabashed lust. She then pulled her g-string down further, until it fell to the floor where she gingerly stepped out of it and gently kicked it aside.
“Dancers are very flexible, you should know Mark” Ashley stated as she turned to face the camera. She took her right leg and extended it outwards from her body towards the camera, her foot likely blocking his view. “Like my nail polish?” she teased as she wiggled her toes for the camera. Mark muttered something incoherent that sounded to Ashley like approval. “Good” she quipped, and then retracted her leg. “I can even do this” she boasted, lifting her leg vertically until it was parallel to her body, supported by her arms. “I’m very flexible” she giggled, “and the answer is yes, I’ve fucked in this position before. Maybe we should try it sometime”.
Ashley brought her leg down and noticed Mark had stopped stroking his cock, and it sat quivering in his hand. “Did I make you cum already?” Ashley pouted
“N….no. Not…yet. I’m…trying…to save myself….for you” he said tensely, clearly close to an orgasm.
Ashley smiled “that’s so considerate of you Mark. Well I’m fucking soaked so now you just need to help me with something” and with that she disappeared into the dark bedroom, away from the glow of the computer screen. Mark’s heavy breathing echoed from the laptop speakers. Ashley returned with her hands behind her back, smiling widely.
“I’ve been in a dilemma, you see Mark” she began, “I don’t have a lot of toys but I do have a few. I just don’t know which one to use today.” She brought her hands out from behind her back. “Here I have my favourite wand, you’ve already seen this yesterday so you know how much I like it” she smiled seductively, licking the end of it with a broad stroke of her tongue. “And here I have my trusty suction dildo, I use this all the time in the shower and bathtub, it sticks great to the shower wall and the edge of the bathtub, depending on if I want to fuck something or be fucked by something”. She licked it from the base of it’s “shaft” to the tip of it’s “head” and stuck it in her mouth for emphasis.
“Given the choice between the two, how should I fuck myself today?” she asked
“Uhhhhnnnn….why…..why not….both….” Mark groaned
Ashley leaned close into the camera “That’s a great fucking idea Mark”, and she inserted the dildo fully into her mouth slowly and deliberately, before removing it. “Did I also mention I can deepthroat?” she said lustily.
“Hurry up and fuck yourself Ash!” he commanded
Ashley just smiled and pulled up the wooden kitchen chair she was storing off camera, she was prepared for this. She licked the end of the suction cup, and firmly attached it to the chair. She spit on her hand and rubbed it along the full length of the dildo to get it nice and lubricated, not that it would need much because her pussy juices were flowing freely down her legs at this point. She turned the vibrator on high, positioned herself over the dildo, and looked at the camera.
“Ready Mark?” she asked, biting her lip
“Fuck yes” he replied
No other words were spoken, they both were lost in a chorus of moans that echoed and danced through their rooms. Mark stroked his cock too fast for the camera again, while Ashley sat hard onto the dildo until she could no longer take any more of it comfortably. The wand vibe buzzed on her screaming clit, and she fucked herself rapidly with the dildo, hips rising and falling and gyrating in quick strokes, pressing her pussy hard into the dildo and wand. She came quickly once, and cum oozed out of her pussy and coated her dildo in a hot, sticky white film.
Ashley did not slow down her frenetic pace though, and pushed harder and deeper to try to achieve another orgasm which she announced loudly for Mark by yelling “FUCK ME MARK FUCK MY PUSSY FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME YESSSS”. This time her cum escaped her pussy at high velocity and splattered all over the chair and her thighs, the hot sensation driving her wild.
In the middle of Ashley’s mind-numbing second orgasm, Mark moaned loudly and Ashley opened her eyes in time to see a hot rope of cum exit his cock, and this time his chair was pushed back far enough that it appeared to land all over his floor. Ashley watched Mark’s hard, sexy chest rise and fall as he gasped for air.
Ashley desperately wanted to cum again but her pussy was very sensitive and wasn’t allowing her. That was until she caught Mark staring at her intently. “Do it” he hissed between clenched teeth, “Get it girl”. That was all the encouragement she apparently needed and she keeled over as the third orgasm wracked her body.
Ashley’s wooden chair was slick with her cum and pussy juices and in a comedic moment the dildo actually became loose as she was riding the last orgasmic wave, which caused her to slip and fall onto her ass on the wooden chair with a decidedly loud, wet thump. Her momentum almost toppled the wooden chair backwards and Ashley’s arms were sent flailing to regain her balance, which she thankfully found after a brief moment of panic. For what seemed like an eternity, Ashley was completely and utterly mortified. Then Mark started laughing, a deep booming laugh that was infectious and somehow comforting.
“I told you to ‘get it’ not ‘wipe the fuck out'” he cackled, his chest still heaving.
Ashley allowed herself to first smile, then she too began to laugh. “Imagine if I had to write a workplace incident form, how would I have explained that?” she quipped. This made Mark laugh louder and longer, to the point where he was gripping his sides in a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
After a few minutes they both just sat in silence, staring at each other with wide grins. “Maybe you should’ve made this a re-occurring meeting” Ashley suggested
“Who’s to say I didn’t” said Mark smiling, “You really didn’t read the email did you Ash”
Ashley laughed, “I guess maybe not all the way. My attention was elsewhere…”
“Well, I didn’t know what to expect so I thought we should just book time to talk to each other, I miss our chats you know” Mark said
“Me too, Mark, me too…and now we have more to look forward to” Ashley smiled broadly
“Hahaha yup I would have to agree Ash. But seriously, I can’t do this every day my dick will fall off!”
“My pussy needs a good rest too hahaha” Ashley agreed, “maybe we could just do coffee tomorrow?”
“It’s a date” Mark said. “HOWEVER, I reserve the right to change my opinion though, maybe my dick will recover faster than expected”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way Mark” Ashley smiled, and then waved a quick goodbye before ending the call.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n31qq4/ashley_mark_a_work_from_home_saga_part_ii_mf