Story Inspired by Masturbation Monday.

Lunch Rush

Out of breath, I made it inside the apartment with five minutes to spare. I had a report due to the big dogs by 11 a.m. Don’t misunderstand me. This report had been ready to go for days. We were preparing for a very important merger that required a hurricane of changes. The report contained every single one of them. So you can imagine the hurricane of emotion when I opened the file in my office and the words “Corrupted Document” flashed onto my screen with lightning speed. I wasn’t worried because I had the original file still. The catch: it was at home on my laptop. I’d called my better half to see if he’d left home or if he could send it to me. That was a no go! I’d had only 22 minutes to exit the office building from floor 18, mad dash to the garage, drive in all most lunchtime traffic, and mount the three flights of steps to my apartment door. I would have saved three minutes if the elevator door didn’t read “Out of Service”.

I opened the laptop and went straight to the file located on the desktop. When the document opened with no problem, I clicked the browser leading me to the office email server and went straight to business. I typed up an email and attached the file in record time. Even I was surprised at how quickly my fingers moved across the keys to get the job done. Once the file was sent, another copy uploaded, making it available to me at work, I allowed myself a second to breathe.

I stood stretching and removed my black blazer.  My red satin shirt accented my breasts. I’d left the first couple of buttons undone purposely to taunt my man. He’d aroused me this morning with random kisses and gropes that’d left me hot and ready for more. When I’d given in to my desires of him, he’d told me that he didn’t have the time before he left. It’d frustrated me and he’d worsened the situation by saying “It’ll give you something to think about while you’re at work.”

Normally, it would be the perfect thing to say to me. I’d come home damn near panting with the need for him to fuck me already. Not today. Today I wanted to kill the drawn out need with a pistol and get down and dirty at once. My patience was at an all-time low and I needed gratification.

I walked into the kitchen slowly. I let my four inch pumps add the extra sway to my hips as I moved seductively to the half empty bottle of wine that I planned to finish off. It was early in the day, but I needed something to help me relax. I let down my hair and let it drape over my right shoulder in a mess of curls. The tendrils caressing my neck: a kiss from a surprised lover. I welcomed it, my arousal from this morning reemerging. As I poured my glass of wine, I ran the tips of my fingers across the bowl of the glass delighted at the chill of the wine. I took a long sip savoring the sweetness and splash of spice as it shocked my senses into relaxation. I took my glass along with the bottle back to the desk where I sat looking at the sent file that had brought me home.

Noticing another opened tab, I checked it before disposing the internet browser. Raymond often left things open that he needed making me aware. When I clicked the tab, I was not prepared to see the naked images on the screen. Different video clip were available but the one that caught my eye involved two men in a shower.

Though I enjoyed a lot of kinky fuckery, the one thing I’d always shied from was male on male sex. Nothing about it seemed alluring until now. The clip showed them caressing each other in the shower and it held the same lustfulness I’d seen between a man and a woman or two women.

I clicked the video, while observing them my body hummed. The more that I absorbed, the harder my nipples became. Unconsciously, I unbuttoned my shirt and let my hands do the talking. Light caresses to the tops of my breasts and along my neck stirred my need to touch my nipples. I untucked my shirt from my black pinstriped skirt and removed it. I ran the silk material over my skin awakening it. Tingles raced over my skin and deliberately my hips moved creating a delicious friction.

I lowered the straps from my black bra and my breasts spilled into my waiting hands. I tweaked, pinched, and pulled my nipples causing them to harden immediately. It wasn’t until I rolled them between my two fingers did the pounding begin against my clit. I moaned and pulled my skirt up over my thighs exposing my garter and thigh highs. I lowered my hand between my legs and stroked my thighs drawing out the first touches to my cunt.

Kneading my thighs with my fingertips progressed to desperate longing. I teased my clit through the satin black panties drenched with need. My fingers glided across the material easily making the heat spread through my body. That fever prompted my decision to stroke my clit without barriers. The initial contact is always the best. Soothing and stimulating all at the same time.

“Mind if I watch?”

I jumped and turned to see Raymond standing behind me surveying my actions earnestly. He reached in front of me and took my glass. “Wine before noon, eh?”

I swallowed trying to reign in my emotions. Caught and I didn’t have a thing to say in defense. Shit!

“Well, carry on. Don’t let me keep you from a good time.”

Raymond leaned down and pulled my ear between his teeth dragging it until it slipped from his mouth. “Fuck that wet cunt.”

I moaned and shivers raced over me as I did as instructed. I slipped my fingers inside and thrust them. Kisses rained over my neck and the tops of my breasts urging my movements. When I’d been alone, my movements had been slow and deliberate. Now that Raymond was in charge, he’d set the tempo. His touches created urgency that I couldn’t fight. For him, I wanted to pleasure myself. It was no longer about my needs, just his.

Hot, wet pulls to my right nipple had my fingers moving in overdrive. He knew how sensitive they always were and he never seized to take a moment to tease them.

“Yes, Yes… Please!” I moaned.

“Stroke your swollen clit.” The words left no room for dallying. I did as instructed. My wet fingers slid over the swollen bud so easily that I knew I wouldn’t last long.

“Yes, Sir.” I moaned over and over letting my fingers guide me.

“You didn’t have permission to touch my pussy did you?” Raymond asked.

I groaned and moved my fingers quickly. I tapped on my clit with both fingers, only moments away from my orgasm.

“No, Sir.”

“Remove your panties and get up.”

I did reluctantly. Once standing, I held on to the desk. My knees were weak with need and I hoped that he’d let me finish.

“To the bedroom.”

I stumbled down the hall. He took pride in knowing I was a mess in need of something he controlled. My fate lied in his hands.

“On the bed.”

I climbed up and laid on my back facing the headboard and propping my legs up on the pillows there. I heard humming and turned my head to see my favorite wand in his hands.

“I’m ready when you are.”

I reached for it and turned it on. I chose the third speed since I was primed. I teased my folds with the head and the vibrations almost took me over the edge. I moaned relaxing into it.

“Not so fast, girl. Work for it.”

I whined and massaged my cunt all over building the need more slowly. The burning urge was winding tighter and my moans and whines turned to cries for relief. The haughtiness of my voice echoing off the walls drove me further into bliss.

“May I?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

I groaned, thrusting my hips into the vibrations. The friction heightened the sensations and it was all I could focus on. Recreating that delicious tingling on my clit was my sole concern.

“Yes!” I chanted.

“There she is…” Raymond instigated. “There’s that greedy girl.”

“Yes!” I hummed unable to break away. I threw my head back as I amped up the vibrations.

“Good girl.”

“Yes! I’m so close!”

The initial pull that allowed me to float on the endorphins I’d created radiated all over. The vibrations from the wand had caused my body to start its own set of spasms that grew into a quake that I couldn’t stop. The animalistic groan that tore from my throat was primal and uncontrollable.

“Cum.”

The vibrations from the wand stopped but it was too late. My body was seizing and contorting as I came not once but twice. Just when I thought I was regaining control, the vibrations resumed again. I soared into blackness.

When I regained consciousness, I felt very much the part of Raymond’s slut. I was still fully dressed, minus my panties. My clothes were sticking to my body and my hair to my face. Even in my disheveled state, I still felt sexy and wanton. I moaned in delight, basking in the afterglow.

I could hear the shower and I knew that Raymond had enjoyed himself as much as I had. Smiling I rubbed the tops of my thighs. I may have to come home in the middle of the day more often.

Out of breath, I made it inside the apartment with five minutes to spare. I had a report due to the big dogs by 11 a.m. Don’t misunderstand me. This report had been ready to go for days. We were preparing for a very important merger that required a hurricane of changes. The report contained every single one of them. So you can imagine the hurricane of emotion when I opened the file in my office and the words “Corrupted Document” flashed onto my screen with lightning speed. I wasn’t worried because I had the original file still. The catch: it was at home on my laptop. I’d called my better half to see if he’d left home or if he could send it to me. That was a no go! I’d had only 22 minutes to exit the office building from floor 18, mad dash to the garage, drive in all most lunchtime traffic, and mount the three flights of steps to my apartment door. I would have saved three minutes if the elevator door didn’t read “Out of Service”.

I opened the laptop and went straight to the file located on the desktop. When the document opened with no problem, I clicked the browser leading me to the office email server and went straight to business. I typed up an email and attached the file in record time. Even I was surprised at how quickly my fingers moved across the keys to get the job done. Once the file was sent, another copy uploaded, making it available to me at work, I allowed myself a second to breathe.

I stood stretching and removed my black blazer.  My red satin shirt accented my breasts. I’d left the first couple of buttons undone purposely to taunt my man. He’d aroused me this morning with random kisses and gropes that’d left me hot and ready for more. When I’d given in to my desires of him, he’d told me that he didn’t have the time before he left. It’d frustrated me and he’d worsened the situation by saying “It’ll give you something to think about while you’re at work.”

Normally, it would be the perfect thing to say to me. I’d come home damn near panting with the need for him to fuck me already. Not today. Today I wanted to kill the drawn out need with a pistol and get down and dirty at once. My patience was at an all-time low and I needed gratification.

I walked into the kitchen slowly. I let my four inch pumps add the extra sway to my hips as I moved seductively to the half empty bottle of wine that I planned to finish off. It was early in the day, but I needed something to help me relax. I let down my hair and let it drape over my right shoulder in a mess of curls. The tendrils caressing my neck: a kiss from a surprised lover. I welcomed it, my arousal from this morning reemerging. As I poured my glass of wine, I ran the tips of my fingers across the bowl of the glass delighted at the chill of the wine. I took a long sip savoring the sweetness and splash of spice as it shocked my senses into relaxation. I took my glass along with the bottle back to the desk where I sat looking at the sent file that had brought me home.

Noticing another opened tab, I checked it before disposing the internet browser. Raymond often left things open that he needed making me aware. When I clicked the tab, I was not prepared to see the naked images on the screen. Different video clip were available but the one that caught my eye involved two men in a shower.

Though I enjoyed a lot of kinky fuckery, the one thing I’d always shied from was male on male sex. Nothing about it seemed alluring until now. The clip showed them caressing each other in the shower and it held the same lustfulness I’d seen between a man and a woman or two women.

I clicked the video, while observing them my body hummed. The more that I absorbed, the harder my nipples became. Unconsciously, I unbuttoned my shirt and let my hands do the talking. Light caresses to the tops of my breasts and along my neck stirred my need to touch my nipples. I untucked my shirt from my black pinstriped skirt and removed it. I ran the silk material over my skin awakening it. Tingles raced over my skin and deliberately my hips moved creating a delicious friction.

I lowered the straps from my black bra and my breasts spilled into my waiting hands. I tweaked, pinched, and pulled my nipples causing them to harden immediately. It wasn’t until I rolled them between my two fingers did the pounding begin against my clit. I moaned and pulled my skirt up over my thighs exposing my garter and thigh highs. I lowered my hand between my legs and stroked my thighs drawing out the first touches to my cunt.

Kneading my thighs with my fingertips progressed to desperate longing. I teased my clit through the satin black panties drenched with need. My fingers glided across the material easily making the heat spread through my body. That fever prompted my decision to stroke my clit without barriers. The initial contact is always the best. Soothing and stimulating all at the same time.

“Mind if I watch?”

I jumped and turned to see Raymond standing behind me surveying my actions earnestly. He reached in front of me and took my glass. “Wine before noon, eh?”

I swallowed trying to reign in my emotions. Caught and I didn’t have a thing to say in defense. Shit!

“Well, carry on. Don’t let me keep you from a good time.”

Raymond leaned down and pulled my ear between his teeth dragging it until it slipped from his mouth. “Fuck that wet cunt.”

I moaned and shivers raced over me as I did as instructed. I slipped my fingers inside and thrust them. Kisses rained over my neck and the tops of my breasts urging my movements. When I’d been alone, my movements had been slow and deliberate. Now that Raymond was in charge, he’d set the tempo. His touches created urgency that I couldn’t fight. For him, I wanted to pleasure myself. It was no longer about my needs, just his.

Hot, wet pulls to my right nipple had my fingers moving in overdrive. He knew how sensitive they always were and he never seized to take a moment to tease them.

“Yes, Yes… Please!” I moaned.

“Stroke your swollen clit.” The words left no room for dallying. I did as instructed. My wet fingers slid over the swollen bud so easily that I knew I wouldn’t last long.

“Yes, Sir.” I moaned over and over letting my fingers guide me.

“You didn’t have permission to touch my pussy did you?” Raymond asked.

I groaned and moved my fingers quickly. I tapped on my clit with both fingers, only moments away from my orgasm.

“No, Sir.”

“Remove your panties and get up.”

I did reluctantly. Once standing, I held on to the desk. My knees were weak with need and I hoped that he’d let me finish.

“To the bedroom.”

I stumbled down the hall. He took pride in knowing I was a mess in need of something he controlled. My fate lied in his hands.

“On the bed.”

I climbed up and laid on my back facing the headboard and propping my legs up on the pillows there. I heard humming and turned my head to see my favorite wand in his hands.

“I’m ready when you are.”

I reached for it and turned it on. I chose the third speed since I was primed. I teased my folds with the head and the vibrations almost took me over the edge. I moaned relaxing into it.

“Not so fast, girl. Work for it.”

I whined and massaged my cunt all over building the need more slowly. The burning urge was winding tighter and my moans and whines turned to cries for relief. The haughtiness of my voice echoing off the walls drove me further into bliss.

“May I?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

I groaned, thrusting my hips into the vibrations. The friction heightened the sensations and it was all I could focus on. Recreating that delicious tingling on my clit was my sole concern.

“Yes!” I chanted.

“There she is…” Raymond instigated. “There’s that greedy girl.”

“Yes!” I hummed unable to break away. I threw my head back as I amped up the vibrations.

“Good girl.”

“Yes! I’m so close!”

The initial pull that allowed me to float on the endorphins I’d created radiated all over. The vibrations from the wand had caused my body to start its own set of spasms that grew into a quake that I couldn’t stop. The animalistic groan that tore from my throat was primal and uncontrollable.

“Cum.”

The vibrations from the wand stopped but it was too late. My body was seizing and contorting as I came not once but twice. Just when I thought I was regaining control, the vibrations resumed again. I soared into blackness.

When I regained consciousness, I felt very much the part of Raymond’s slut. I was still fully dressed, minus my panties. My clothes were sticking to my body and my hair to my face. Even in my disheveled state, I still felt sexy and wanton. I moaned in delight, basking in the afterglow.

I could hear the shower and I knew that Raymond had enjoyed himself as much as I had. Smiling I rubbed the tops of my thighs. I may have to come home in the middle of the day more often.