[F]ucking myself in the office | 2016

I want to preface this little piece by assuring that all stories of mine are 100% true. My Sir will know if I'm lying, and, well, I'm trying very hard to please him in every way. I also want to publicly say: Thank you, Sir, for the bruises on my ass. I deserved it and I'm going to be a good little slut from now on.

This past summer was the first time I had ever worked in an office. Monday to Friday, 9-5. I was used to being a student and basically doing whatever the fuck I wanted--including fucking myself whenever I wanted. This schedule definitely placed some restraints on what I could do and when. At least at first.

I found that my attention always veered from my work in the mid-afternoon, and I would get ridiculously turned on from just about anything. I eventually discovered the magnificance of /r/gonewildaudio, and that make my afternoons infinitely more interesting, but frustrating at the same time. I would listen to recording after recording as I typed away on my computer, tightly crossing my legs under my desk. Underneath my skirt or dress, I would grind my hips, clenching my thighs together, hoping for some release--all I did was tease myself. I never even thought to fuck myself at work--I waited until I got home, and before I made dinner or did anything else I had to cum at least once.

One day, however, I couldn't take it anymore. By late morning, it felt like my whole body was on fire--my nipples were perked, I had constant goosebumps, and my pussy was aching to be touched. So I snuck off to the bathroom to have some fun. Now, the bathroom was tiny. Only two stalls, and barely enough room to turn around. If anyone were in there, they would definitely know what I was up to.

I walked in, and smiled at the fact that it was empty. I entered a stall, hiked up my skirt, pulled my panties aside, and ran my finger down my slit. I was so fucking wet--my panties were completely soaked. My back against the wall, I started circling my fingers around my swollen, sensitive clit, biting my lip to stop myself from moaning and giving myself away. I ran my other hand under my blouse and pinched my nipples hard. I almost let out a gasp when I heard the door creak and someone come inside..then another person...and another...There was now a lineup for the stalls and if anyone would look at my feet, it was clear that I was not using it for its intended purposes. Almost wanting to scream, "GO THE FUCK AWAY!" I managed to gather my composure, flush the toilet, wash my hands, and leave the bathroom. I'd come back in another half hour or so.

Then lunch happened. My supervisor wanted to talk to me. Other coworkers came to my desk to chat. The only thing on my mind was to fuck myself into oblivion in the bathroom, and I couldn't even get five minutes alone. Having brought myself to the edge earlier that day, I was so frustrated that I'm almost positive I whimpered out loud at my desk at few times.

Finally, things quieted down. It was nearly time to leave for the day, and I had to finish what I started. Even the girl that sat next to me, Julie, had left, apparently--I hadn't seen her for at least ten minutes. I walked into the bathroom, to find only one stall open. Fuck it, I thought. I went into the stall, and assumed the same position as before--back against the wall, skirt up, panties aside. I brought my left hand down and rubbed my clit fast and really fucking hard. I could feel my knees buckle, and I had to grip the top of the stall door to steady myself. My breathing became faster and louder, and even though I tried to be as quiet as possible I'm sure some sounds were audible to the person in the stall next to me. She was still fucking there, not moving, tapping her pointed-toe, black flats. It hadn't even been a minute already and I could feel my orgasm building up--that full, pulsing, deep feeling that radiates from my clit to my entire body. I clamped my hand over my mouth to stop anything from escaping my lips (not an easy task--I'm incredibly vocal) and could feel my pussy clench down, forcing some of my wetness to drip down my leg. Not wanting to waste anything, I gathered it up with my fingers, and licked my hands clean. I fucking love the taste of my own cunt, and I always, always lick my toys clean.

Flushed the toilet, washed hands, left the bathroom. It hadn't taken more than two minutes, and the girl in the stall next to me was still there. I was past the point of caring if she heard or not--we shared the bathroom with two other offices on the floor, so there was a chance that she didn't even work with me....but when I was packing up my things, I saw Julie walk to her desk and smile shyly at me. I smiled back, gathering my things. We took the elevator down to the lobby together, and then I noticed something that made my throat tighten--she was wearing pointed-toe, black flats.