Anne had become obsessed. Ever since I’d arranged for one of her coworkers to anonymously fuck her, it was all she could think about.
She knew that someone she worked with had seen her bent over and exposed, had tasted her pussy, had fucked her, and had marked her face with cum. Every day she went in to work knowing that someone there had seen her at her most debased and could be picturing her that way at any moment.
The fact that she had no idea who had fucked her was what pushed her over the edge. It could have been anyone and so it was everyone. Every minute of the day she was horny, watching her coworkers for the smallest hint that they were the one. She desperately wanted to ask me, but didn’t want to break the spell. They mystery left her feeling exposed, like every nerve was raw. She was so wet from arousal that she had to bring a second pair of panties to work. She started slipping into the bathroom on her breaks to masturbate, to take the edge off her tension. She was almost caught be her teammates a couple of times, which only furthered her arousal.