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In my mind, I hear myself screaming out in ecstasy, coming in the hungry heat that deluges the inner space between my thighs as my fingers fuck into me, caressing my cunt walls with each stroke.
Mmmm…
My eyes float behind my lids as my free hand slides into the opening of my dress and caresses my right breast. My nipples are so hard, begging to be touched. I pinch it, then roll it between my fingers, finding the exact rhythm that intensifies the sensation.
The air from the vent in the ceiling brushes against my pussy, cooling my slit and causing my clit to stiffen. Even with the chill in the air from the air conditioner, the softly oozing slickness and warmth of my pussy has my body overheating, melting.
I gasp, pumping my hips onto my hand. The more I pump, the more I want, need. I need more than fingers stroking and stretching me. Removing my fingers from my sex, I lick my fingers clean, then reach over into my oversized purse and fumble inside, pulling out a bottle of Pink, one of my favorite lubes, and a thick dark-colored, three-inch silicone butt plug, its bottom flaring out into a curved base.
My pussy floods with liquid heat and my nipples tighten at the thought of the plug being pushed into my ass, greedily and hungrily—my empty, aching holes being filled.
Oooh, yes…
One hand slipping back between my thighs, I rub my clit between my pointer and middle fingers, then dip them back into my wet pussy while using my other hand to slide the butt plug in and out of my mouth, wetting it with spit. I suck it as if it were an enlarged clit, suck it as if it were covered in sweet, decadent chocolate.
Oooh, yes…
I lift my legs. Plant my heeled feet up on the edge of the desk, spreading my thighs wider. I let my hand go from the base of the butt plug, sucking it as if it were a pacifier, while reaching for the lube. I pull my fingers out of my pussy, smearing my juices over my asshole, then remove my butt plug from mouth and squirt a globe of lube over it. I smear some into my hole, the cool lubricant causing my hole to pucker. I poke the spit-lubed plug into my tight ass.
And gasp.
“Oh, yes,” I whisper, pushing the plug deeper into me until the base presses up against the rim of my hole. Vivid images of a room full of naked women come into view. Colorful wet panties are tossed up on my desk. And the women are sprawled out around my office, fucking and sucking one another while I look on. I am a voyeur.
My fingers sink into my cunt, getting entranced in wetness and heat and imagination, as thick brown nipples are licked and nipped and sucked into greedy mouths; as soft hands spread open ass cheeks and fingers dig into dark heat; as hairy and shaved and bald mounds are being stroked by wet tongues, the sweet sensual sound of pussy being licked and eaten; as cunt walls are caressed by thick, gliding cocks, being fucked into deep, delicious orgasms.
The explicit visions cause my breath to quicken.
“Oooh, yes…mmmm…fuck them sweet pussies…” I softly murmur, pulling in my bottom lip and using my free hand to pinch my nipples.
I shut my eyes tighter and, surprisingly—well, okay…it’s not a surprise since I’ve had these images of the stuffy bitch two office doors down from me pop in my head twice before. Ellen James—with her smooth, milk chocolate skin, full hips, small waist, and big beautiful ass, clutching her black Mikimoto pearls—comes to view. She’s peeking through the slits of the blinds covering the long glass window that looks into my office, watching my fingers click in and out of my wet folds with prying eyes—judgment and curiosity coursing through her body.
I imagine the prudish bitch dropping to her knees in her Joan & David pumps and knit pantsuit, crawling over to me, wildly flapping and flicking her tongue out as she makes her way over to me. She purrs, soft and kittenish. A possessed need in her eyes as she slithers in between my legs.
“Yeah, bitch, eat my pussy,” I hear myself sneering, snatching her by the back of her shoulder-length, Brazilian weave and thrusting my pelvis into her face with its high cheekbones and narrow chin.
Snotty bitch!
I smear my pussy all over her lips. Bang my hips into her mouth.
I should fuck your teeth loose, bitch…
Ellen moans and licks my pussy in hungry, wet sounds.
Oooh, yes, lick my pussy…
Frigid bitch!
I giggle at the image of Ellen’s full lips being glazed with my cunt oil as I am wiggling another finger, my third, inside of me, lifting my legs and pushing the butt plug in and out of my ass, stretching heat into its tightness.
A gasp catches in the back of my throat.
Ellen and I were both hired on at our firm around the same time. And were in the same training program. From day one of meeting her, I disliked her. She seemed to turn her nose up at everyone, like she was better than everyone else. My first impression of her: She’s a phony bitch! And ten years later, nothing’s changed. She’s still phonier than ever. Still stuck up. And—from what I’ve overheard around the gossip mill—a bore in bed. An Ice Queen.
Hence her miserably single, lonely, sexless existence.
I imagine yanking her prudish ass up on her feet, spinning her around, bending her over my desk, hiking up her skirt and tugging her underwear down to her ankles. I envision her wearing some basic cotton panties—white, maybe or some other boring color, her cunt hairs neatly clipped.
I visualize myself pulling open her ass, pressing my clit into the center of her crack, my breasts rasping against her back as I lean forward and reach between her legs, playing with her slick cunt as I ride into her ass, my clit swelling with each thrust.
