Libellule is French for Dragonfly [F][masturbating][Gag][Toys][Private Investigator]

When she pressed the keyboard key – a final dot – she felt both relief and anticipation. Relief, because finishing typing up this document marked the end of a long three week job. Anticipation because she knew what she was going to do, now that she was free.

She had given so much of her time on this last job that she barely had time for herself. While at first it was no problem to forget herself in the work, during the final days, she felt herself wanting to relieve stress more and more. It was always like that in her line of work: jobs required so much of her time and attention, but she had ample time to make up for it between two gigs.

She closed her writing app and opened up her emails. She quickly sent her work with a short explanation and signed “Libellule”. Libellule is French for dragonfly. It was the nickname she chose, in order to remain anonymous, a must in her line of work: private investigator. She chose this nickname because she loved the idea of being a fly on the wall, as well as the common wisdom that dragonflies were only found in less polluted area, something she hoped her work helped preserve, whether it be litteral pollution or figuratively speaking when she contributed to bringing down bad guys. She chose the French version of the word, because, well, she found it more sexy, and sexy is always something to go for. This done, she closed everything on her laptop. She was free!

Instantly, her heart started to beat more quickly. And more strongly perhaps. She felt her knees weaken with the thought of what she was about to do. It was the final step in a different kind of work. A work on herself.
She removed her wrist band and proceeded to tie her hair. Normally, she was fond of her semi long black hair, always switching between regular and curly. But right now, they would only get in the way.

She opened the drawer closest to the ground of her work station. She pushed aside some scarfs (stached there as decoy, so that anyone opening it by mistake would close it and soon forget about it) and took out two dark glass dildos, as well as a long piece of fabric. The perks of working from home, you get to have everything you need at hand!

She felt her heart pounding strongly now, as she eyed the curve of her toys, which had all the details of real cocks, with their inflated veins and their shaped-out glans. One of them started right at the beginning of the shaft, while the other, bigger, also had balls, to make it more realistic. She had a plan for both of them.

While she took them out and placed them on her desk, she once again though about how she could have a real dick right now. But real dicks weren’t just that, and always came attached to some guy. She had her fun with guys, but this was something else. First, she wanted to focus entirely on herself. Second, and more importantly, she felt that exploring her boundaries with someone else was… Lacking. She always found it easier to do stuff with someone, while on the other hand, going on her own… She needed to convince herself, and accept that she wanted it for herself and herself only. Transgressing her taboos by herself was what she wanted right now. To know that she followed no one, only her desire. To confront herself to daunting truths.

Reassured, she started to unbutton her blouse. Even though she worked from her pc, in her own flat, she always dressed well, if only to be in her role one hundred percents. But now, she was going for another role, requiring undressing. She threw her top on the wooden floors and her bra quickly followed, revealing her supple breasts, firm above the slight curves of her abs. She felt her nipples harden with anticipation, proudly poking forward.

She stood up straight, and walked to her kitchen. There she had a first large glass of water, and forced herself to a second, knowing full well that she was going to need all the hydratation she could. On the way back to her office, she had a thought for the unobstructed windows of her flat but quickly pushed it aside: in her current mood she couldn’t care less; and she already had closed the curtains of the office window, as she prefered to work in the dark.

Once she got back to her chair, half naked, facing her two toys, she found herself salivating. “Good, she thought, I’ll need it”. Indeed, this past year, she had progressively worked herself to deep-throating her dildos. She learned, through trial and error, that saliva was her best chance at a good performance. Today though, she was going to need more than a simple good performance.

She took the smaller of the two dildos in her hand, appreciating the veiny feel under her fingers. She brought it close to her lips, parting them softly. “Here goes!” she thoughts, as the tip reached her tongue and she began licking it gently, spreading as much saliva as possible. She played with the factice opening, her tongue sliding in the slit of the glans, always finding itself going right at its base, where she knew actual guys were most sensible.

She took it out of her mouth and lapped the whole shaft, stopping only to make more saliva. The toy was shiny, and she started to lick and suck more frankly, as she felt getting hornier and hornier, forgetting everything except this now hot dick in her hand and mouth.

She paused for a moment, and realized how wet she was. The smallest movement of her hips or legs made her feel the fabric of her underwear, now damp with her juices, sticking to the inside of her thighs. Her free hand reached between her legs above her pants but she didn’t let it stay there long: she had a job to do first.

She put the dildo back in her mouth, now without stopping at the tip. After a short while, she nearly gagged. But she trained hard for this and was able to block her natural reaction and continue pushing the dildo forward. She felt the curves of the glans inside her throat as she nearly pushed it whole in her mouth. Saliva was drooling everywhere now, and she made an effort not to care. Saliva everywhere was part of the deal.

The dildo completely in her mouth, held only by the push of her fingers, she took the piece of fabric and circled her mouth, tying a strong knot behind her head. She suppressed another gagging reflex as she tied a double knot, to ensure she could not undo this by mistake, and would have to work hard even to remove it by design.

Now she had both her hands free for more, and she didn’t even take time to think. Gagging, saliva dropping from her mouth, through the cloth and falling on her chest, her breasts, she frantically began to undress completely. Longing for a touch of her dripping pussy, she nearly tore out her thong, which was thrown on top of her other clothes, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy.

Once her hand reached between her legs, she felt such relief that she paused, her index finger firmly pressed against her clit. She felt her finger get slick from her wetness, and she wanted to bring it to her mouth for a taste.

She was brought back to reality by the dick in her mouth, keeping her always uncomfortable. She began circling her intimate flower, searching for any sensation that would make her forget her gag.

She was there, sitting on her chair, when she realised what she was doing. She felt a sense of shame: humiliating herself like this, was it really what she had come to? But instantly, pride surged over her, as yes, she had worked hard to be able to be gagged this way, by her sheer own will. Her finger plunged deep in her pussy, making her arch her back. One wasn’t enough and a second, and a third, followed.

She knew she wanted more and grabbed her second dildo. One hand on the shaft, the other cusping the balls. Bringing a second guy to the party, thing were getting serious. She got up, and once standing, put one foot on the chair, spreading her legs as wide as possible.
She instinctively raised the cock to her mouth, but instead brought it against her chest. Shivering, she pressed the cold tip against her nipple. As if it were a tongue, she started gathering saliva with up and down motions, rolling the shaft over both her breasts. She arched her head back, delighted to be so used by a cock.

She gently brought the toy to her intimate entrance, and let its tip part her lips, sending a wave of pleasure through her whole body.

She let out a muffled moaned, saliva drooling more than ever on her chin. She pressed her tongue against the cock chocking her, instinctively trying to regain control by being an actor in this fellatio. This was in vain however, and she felt more humiliated than ever.

One hand on the desk to support her, she started little motions with the bigger dildo inside of her, going deeper with each time. She felt herself weakening increasingly quickly, and a first wave of orgasm hit her. Knees shaking, she knew it was just beginning and increased the speed of her movements, until she made the whole dick fit in her melted pussy.

She started to pound harder, when she glanced upon the little camera at the top of her laptop screem and another wave of shame hit her. What if someone was watching via this indiscrete eye? She had just completely submitted herself, admitting to loving being gagged and used by two cocks at once. Her cheeks reddened as she realised these thoughts were only making her hornier.

She wanted someone to know, and to take advantage of her in this position. She moaned heavily through the fabric at the thought of a third dick, finding it way through her ass. She would love for her saliva and flowing pussy juices to serve as lube for someone to take her offered asshole right now.

At this instant, she heard a familiar sound coming from her pc. She froze. She had closed all apps earlier, except one, one that always remained open: her private chat with Dee. Indeed, her computer now reported one notification from the app. A message from Dee: “you there?”

She turned her head. Not now. Not during what started as the most thrilling self love session she’d ever experienced. She nearly took out the glass cock from her pussy, leaving just the tip to spread her lips and shoved it back with force, sending waves of pleasure everywhere and making her nearly fall, only held by her hand on the desk. Saliva fell on her hand as she gagged from the movement.

Again, the familiar notification sound. “Come on, I know you’re there, Lee.” “Don’t leave me solo”. She ignored the messages and started pounding harder and harder at her swollen pussy. She wanted to scream, but only muffled moans came out. Her mouth hurt, her throat was sore. She was slowly edging herself towards an orgasm she’d always remember.

“I’ve got something for you, you won’t believe this. It’ll shake your tits girl!”

Just the thoughts of Dee mentionning her tits, effectively shaking from her strong back and forth motions, was enough to put her through the edge. She groaned as her vision blurred, the orgasm sending chills down her spine, leaving her weak in the legs. When she came to her senses, she let her glass cock roll on the desk, full of her juices and she quickly typed “heyy what’sup”, pressing send without proof reading.

Dee was her secret asset. She didn’t know who it really was, but all of Dee’s tips had always led her to great discoveries. She was actually really interested in reading what she had to say.

“you alright there? Are you having a stroke? You work too hard, you should really take time for yourself!”

Dee had no idea.

Now that she was done, she felt really uncomfortable from her gag. She tried to undo the knots behind her head but it appeared a more difficult task that anticipated.

While she was fighting for her freedom, more messages from Dee arrived.

“There’s this new pharma company. They claim to have invented the first true love pill.”

“Nobody knows what it’s about yet, but I’m sure something’s up. I need you for a job asap.”

She finally undid the piece of fabric and immediately took out the glass dildo from her sore throat. It was glowing with saliva, the same way the second one on the desk was glowing with her juices. She started feeling it again in her thighs. Her pussy was on the verge of melting one more time…

“You know what? I see you’re not answering. Take your time. Hit me up tomorrow and I’ll let you know the details.”

She was really curious to know more, and a bit guilty to leave Dee hanging. But she could already smell her fragrance coming from the glassy cock resting on the desk, centimeters away from her face. She longed to switch toys, taking in her mouth a bigger piece, full of her pleasure. She would love to show someone how full of just she was, ready to suck on the very cock that was balls deep in her pussy seconds ago. She’d lick it clean, she had learned to love the taste of pussy in her mouth.
She felt her asshole clenching. Yeah, she really knew how to put the veiny cock drenched in saliva and perfectly lubed to great use…

To be continued

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