Misguided deviation from work, longer than normal break hours, a drop in productivity of the group due to easily avoidable mistakes, 3 security breaches in the past month… It wasn’t looking good for Mr. Rowan. I tried to suppress a swelling sigh of disappointment. He came into the company highly recommended by a close friend and colleague of mine, and for the first 6 months he was something if an office rockstar. Good leadership, high charisma and incredible drive. But within the past 3 months he was absolutely nose diving. This would mean a painstaking meeting to discuss demotion, I hated these. Like any CEO, I just wished every employee could just find their place in the clockwork, and leave me time to deal with personal affairs. The most annoying one at the moment was finding a new outlet for my all the pent up …energy. But then again, when you are this high up, the work becomes personal. The last man who I kept to help me with these matters was not to bad, I kept him around as an intern. However, I ended up sending him of to work with a new business partner in an act of goodwill. She took a liking to him during a visit to see a new site and requested him as a new PA. It wasn’t too hard to let him go, he was more than willing to jump at the chance to climb the socioeconomic ladder. This time I couldn’t suppress the frustrated sigh, and the to distract myself by returning to the matter at hand. I distractedly texted for my PA, a fresh out of college intern with the biggest blue eyes and a will to impress that practically radiated of him in an overly sweet aura. Though the rest of him seemed well past puberty, he seemed to have kept the persistently cracking voice and bedraged appearance from highschool. “Yes Ma’am, CEO”, he squeaked out, while brand new business shoes not too subtly slide on my marble office floors. “Ben, I told you to call me Lily, and get non slip soles, you are a safety hazard. I need you to schedule Mr.Rowan, one of our new engineers to come in to meet with me tonight. I think he’s working with the cybersecurity dept. currently. Fit him in wherever I have time. It should be a quick appointment.” He stumbled over a quick apology and shuffled out of the office, tripping over the door as he left. Poor thing, am I really that scary?
Author: SecretNinjaSuperGirl
Insatiable
I don’t know what’s happening but I’ve been so insatiably horny. Is it the extra time? Maybe now that I dont have to worry about finals? Everyday before bed and in the morning I get so sensitive to everything. Its been almost painful to wear a bra, the slightest friction of the fabric against my nipples makes them taunt. Brush my fingers over them, and pinching them cause a sore pleasure. It worried me at first, Google searching symptoms always led to signs if lactation. That can’t be it, but the though just made me hornier. In the morning I use the little vibrator you got me. I wake up to text you hello and loose myself for a bit in my own pleasure, making myself wet while I imagine our lazy morning sex as the light starts seeping through the windows. Sometimes the hazy need clouds my judgement and I do silly things Sometimes. I leave the blinds open and orgasm surrounded by a mess of comforter thinking about the chance someone might catch a glimpse of me. Of course its nothing crazy, there are nothing but trees and a far away street outside my window, not a chance anyone would catch a glimpse. But imagining you catching me occassinaly gives my passions a bit more excitement . Then I make it through the day, keeping myself busy. But when I’ve wished you good night and I’m alone in bed it comes over me in a wave. Sometimes its during the time I try to lull myself to sleep. Other times its waking up moaning with my pussy already wet. Its always a bit more desperate that the languid mornings. I don’t care about the aesthetic of it. I want to be fucked and languish in a sweaty messy orgasm.
I never use the dildo you got me until recently. The size and unforgiving hardness intimidated me a bit. I always masturbated with just my fingers, stroking my clit until a perfect clean clitorical orgasm rocked through me. But occasional when it gets bad I want you inside of me. I want to feel myself clamp down on your hardness while I come. And I wanted your big hard cock to hit that sweet spot deep inside me that I’m never able to satisfy with just my fingers.
The first time I used it was amazing. I was so turned on and my body felt so hot. I was grinding against my hand, stopping occasionally to rub and gently pinch at my clit. I leaned myself against the wall, my hard nipples felt amazing brushing up against the cold plaster. But I wanted more. I wanted you in front of me, groaning the way you do when I get all of you in my mouth and I wanted my mouth stuffed with your big fat cock. So I used it. Running my tongue over the silicone felt unfamiliar and cold at first, but if I closed my eyes I could almost imagine it was you. I got it all slick with spit, moving my head up and down until it started to taste more like me. It looked so lewd, the slobber mess shown in the dim lamp light. Then I tried it.
It was still too big, the silicone felt foreign and I was so tight with nervous energy. I was worried it had just been to long since the last time we had sex… But I decided to try again. I rubbed its length against me, spreading the already slick surface with my own wetness. I laid down on my back. I thought of how you would take me like this. Spreading my legs and pushing your whole length inside of me. And I slowly pushed it inside, inch by inch. And then slightly faster in tandem with moans of some terrible porn I was watching. I made little thrusts until it began to feel like what I knew. The desperate huger came back in waves, the timid shallow thrusts became bigger and bigger. I moaned into the pillow trying to muffle the sounds. The sound of it thrusting in and out of my wet pussy only made my want more. My hips moved up to meet the down ward thrusts and my other hand tugged at my pert nipples, and massaged my already sore tits. I imagined the way you sucked on them while you where fucking me. I was so close, and there was so much warm tingling pressure building up inside of me. I turned over letting the big pink dildo stay firmly pointed upward from the bed, and then lowered myself into it. I bounced up and down on it thinking of obscene things I would have said to you. ” Do you like watching me ride you big hard cock? Tell me you like fucking this tight pussy.” Things I’m probably to shy to say in real life but had no qualms throwing at the mental image I made of you. I growled at you to spank me and kissed you while I kept riding that cock. I moved up and down, occassinaly stopping to grind my hips all the way down until I felt the silicone balls pressing against my ass. Then I would move my hips in tight then slowly bigger circles feeling the sheets rub my clit while your dick stirred and strained against my walls. Finally I was just over the ledge. My thrusts downward were erratic now. I tried frantically to keeping the friction. I moaned your name over and over under my breath, begging you not to stop, telling you I’m going to cum. Then I felt myself clamped down and I couldn’t move the dildo at all. My body surged with pleasure, radiating in warm waves that ran to the tips of my toes. I fell backwards, the dildo still buried in me. My pussy was like a vacuum pulling and holding tight to it, but in my intense orgasmic state I recklessly pulled it out. The movement felt intense, it felt like releasing a rubber band, another smaller sharper orgasm reached through me as I squirted cum and liquid over my green sheets…. Maybe I’ll use the toy you got me a little bit more often.
Stranger on the Train
Work was long, I love it but an entire day of running around in heels, typing up charts and checking on patients had worn me out. I stumbled up to the platform, holding my neat black business skirt down in case the wind from the in coming train blew it up. It was going to be another long rush hour ride pushed up against the glass with strangers. Sighing, I entered as the doors opened, allowing the rushed flow of bodies to push me into the door on the other side. I never expected to get a seat anymore these days, but today was more cramped than normal.
As the train began to move a tall man got pushed against me. My back hit the door behind me and my crisp white blouse brushed against him. I adjust my glasses, a nervous reaction to the sudden closeness. He wore heavy tactical looking cargo pants and an intense shirt which read “CHAOS” in bold across the front. Honestly a bit intimidating at a glance. He had warm brown eyes set in a handsome face and with a bearish beard. A hat with a Velcroed on sign about fucking up bad guys or something sat snug on his head which I realized was only a few inches from brushing the top of the carriage. The train jostled again tipping him forward, he instinctively threw his hand up to brace against the door behind me as the rest of the passengers pushed us closer. His large hand rested a few inches from my face, following it up, a large intricate tattoo of roses engulfed his arm and disappeared into the sleeve of his shirt which stretched across his broad chest. Built like a wall. This is the kind of guy I never get to meet considering my nerdy private school life and days stuck at the hospital.
” FUCKING trains!” his voice absolutely startled me out of my thoughts. Why was he talking? Did he catch me looking? He’s not talking to me right? I pulled my best anti social move and did a full freeze with no movement. “Sorry ma’am, look I really can’t move any further away”. That one was inevitably directed at me. “It’s …it’s fine” my voice came out embarrassingly quite with an undeniably nervous increase of pitch. I could feel my face heating up. ” Hey are you alright?”, at this point he had completely turned his attention to me and in somehow the way he looked at me made me flush. His eyes rowed over my figure, shaking slightly in my tall black work heels and business wear. I felt completely naked in front of him and it excited me. I looked up at him again, this time gathering enough daring to make eye contact. He smirked.