The Nymphomaniac at Work (M/F;Dominatrix;Workplace)

Sharp bronze rays of sunlight reflected off the tall glass and steel city buildings down ‎into an empty parking lot in front of a Costco, placed between them like a pimple among tense ‎hairs on a woman’s arm. Her concrete skin was awash with veins of cracks and fillings and ‎tattooed with yellow parking designations. Confident pigeons walked about her body in search ‎of crumbs, unphased by the footsteps of vacuous customers on their way back to their cars. The ‎December air was thin. Neon signs waited to clock in for their shift as the sun packed its bags ‎to leave for the night. Puddles of melted snow littered the asphalt lot like blemishes. It had been ‎a warm winter.‎

Rob stood out back at the loading docks passing the time. Men in bright orange and ‎green vests passed by one final time before they too were done for the day, only to return then ‎next morning and do it all over again. Their small talk and chatter kept this dead world lively, ‎Rob thought. He took a sip of the hot coffee in his hand and burned his lip. He lifted his wrist to ‎check the time and his watch stared back at him, telling him he had twenty-eight more minutes ‎to kill. He began making mental notes about what he needed to do once he got home. It was ‎almost the end of the semester and finals were steadily approaching, and brought with them ‎nothing but stress and anxiety.‎

‎“Hey!”‎

Rob quickly collected himself and turned to towards the call.‎

‎“When does your break end?” Asked Sarah.‎

‎“I still have about twenty-five minutes. I’ve got to head back out at nine,” replied ‎Robert, happy to see the one coworker with whom he could share substantial conversation. It ‎would pass the time he thought. ‎

‎“Perfect me too! It’s so boring this time of year, and the fucked-up state of the world ‎doesn’t help much either.”‎

‎“Mhm. Read anything interesting lately?”‎

‎“I’ve been fawning over this one Irish lady.” She walked over closer to Robert as she spoke, her short coat ‎bundled tight. “She writes about modern people in modern situations.” She continued

‎“Not sure if I want to think too much about modernity to be honest,” he sighed.‎

‎“Stop being so dramatic, you pretentious asshole.”‎

He watched her face as she talked to him. Her skin was the colour of milk chocolate, her ‎big eyes gleamed behind Asiatic lids. She was a small girl, with a small presence that grew as ‎one got to know her.‎

‎“You’re right. I’m just annoyed at this girl I’ve been seeing. She’s just so… capricious”‎

‎“Which girl? The one with the red hair or the one from your history class.”‎

‎“Red hair.”‎

There was a comfortable silence as the two stood on the dock. The sun had just about ‎left, and the only light around them came from industrial lamps off the side of the building. ‎Robert checked the time. Twenty-three minutes. It would pass quicker if they talked, he ‎thought. The conversation would also help reenergize him. ‘Discursive stimulation’ he had ‎dubbed it previously, unsure if those were even the right words. They stood to shoulder as she ‎reached over to take his cup of coffee to take a sip for herself.‎

‎“That Joey guy I was telling you about, he’s been a real pain in the ass.”‎

‎“I thought you didn’t like anal,” Robert quipped.‎

‎“I’m serious,” Sarah protested. “It’s my turn to be existential. I’m so confused, I don’t ‎know if I love him. He said we’re just fucking, but I think I’m starting to care for him, and now ‎I don’t know what to do.”‎

Robert put his arms around her in embrace, (the cup of coffee was straddling between ‎his fingers behind her back) in an effort to comfort his sorrowful friend. He lifted his left arm ‎to check his watch, eighteen minutes.‎

‎“I just want something more than sex, but I need that frivolity — that freedom to have ‎fun.”‎

‎“You need to choose one or the other.”‎

‎“I don’t want to.”‎

At this, Robert began to feel her delicate body exert a little pressure onto him. Still ‎buried in his arms, looked up in an attempt to meet his eyes. Sarah shoved him to the wall and ‎brought her face up close to his. He closed his eyes and kissed her. He dropped the coffee cup ‎and the hot liquid sprayed onto the concrete dock, rolling over to a can of cigarette butts. He ‎brough his hands to her hips, which were wider than the rest of her body. Sarah’s breasts were ‎modest, but long hours at the gym left her with a considerable ass. ‎

Sarah, being older had enough experience to guide the younger Robert through, she ‎lightly clutched his jaw and titled it to make room for her tongue, which snaked through his ‎mouth as if his tongue were a rope she was determined to knot. She pulled at his hair as a way ‎of telling him she wanted more. ‎

He began moving his warm hands under her shirt, as the heat of their bodies kept them ‎warm in the winter air. His fingers climbed up to rest on the skin of her back, as tout as the rest ‎of her body. Her light brown lips pecked all over his face, and her hands moved down to his ‎neck.‎

‎“Oh,” Robert gasped.‎

‎“Shh.”‎

Sarah bent down and dug her knees into the hard floor, leaving bruises that she would ‎later discover. She put one hand down her pants and began to rub her pussy voraciously, and ‎used the other to unzip Robert’s pants. He guided her around his belt and jeans; he brought his ‎left hand to his face once more. ‎

‎“Thirteen minutes,” he mumbled.‎

‎“Bet,” said Sarah and she finally pulled out his member and framed it with her lips. ‎

This is where experience mattered. She used her tongue to massage his tip and circled ‎his shaft. Her sinister hand moistened as she played with herself. Her lips created a Robert-‎sized hole in her face, and rhythmically moved her head. Robert stayed leaning back on the ‎brick wall, unsure of what else he could do, he remained defeated, dominated by Sarah’s ‎assertiveness. Still going, Sarah’s head bobbed like a pendulum in heat. And as a cold wind ‎blew past them, shivers went down both their spines, adding to the pleasure.‎

Sarah pulled her hands out of her pants and brought all of her attention to Robert’s cock. ‎She didn’t have much longer but she needed to make him cum ‎— ‎what a waste it would all be ‎otherwise. She gripped the middle of his leg, and made his knees give out, as he sunk down into ‎a sitting position, Sarah, pulled his legs apart and began tracing the head of his penis with her ‎right hand, while her left explored the area between his balls and anus, expertly applying ‎pressure where it needed to go. ‎

‎“Let me teach you something.”‎

And with all her effort, Robert could no longer hold in his load, and came, semen ‎splashed inside Sarah’s mouth, which she vacuumed with intensity. Licking her lips when she ‎finished. Two and a half minutes remained in their break, which Robert nervously used to clean ‎himself up, only now realizing how cold the outside really was. He stared at the spilt coffee and ‎Sarah began to speak.‎

‎“Well, look what I’ve done there. This is what I’m talking about. I’m a fucking ‎nymphomaniac. You’re barely an adult. I’m sick.”‎

‎“Don’t say that. We all have needs.”‎

‎“Fuck… Thanks. I guess. See you on the floor.”‎

She sat down on to catch herself as Robert got up to leave, remembering the last time he ‎was accosted for being late. His footsteps echoed in the tall, vast back warehouse. He thought to ‎look back and see if Sarah was heading back in before deciding not to. It wasn’t his job to help ‎her. Only hers.‎

Author’s note: Another story based off a real-life experience. (Yes, I need to find healthier, more stable women to befriend)

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