Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2001 10:43:04 +0000
From: bluemillipede@hotmail.com
Subject: Working late

This is how I like to relax in the evenings, when everyone else has left
the office and I am alone with just the paperwork and the radio for
company. I lock the office up and boot up the internet, going straight to
. As I walk back to my desk I begin to feel the familiar warmth between my
thighs, a slight tingle as my cunt recognises the build up to what is to
come.

I sit down in my black leather office chair, watching as the familiar site
opens up on my screen. I select a story and begin to slowly run my
fingertips over my hard nipples inside my shirt. My 44DD breasts swell and
become more sensitive as I stimulate them, licking my fingers and rubbing
in little circles over the hard peaks as I read about horny young women
sucking and fucking.

I squeeze my breasts a little harder now, sending electric little
shockwaves down through my stomach to my pussy. Before I begin to finger
myself I wait a moment, letting my muscles begin to clench and relax on
their own, making my clit throb and beg for attention. I can wait no
longer. I stand for a moment, slipping off my damp panties and hiking up my
skirt to let my round firm buttocks rest naked on the warm, soft leather of
the chair. As I scroll through the story, one hand on the mouse, I rest one
foot on the desk and allow my hand to slip through the trimmed hairs on my
cunt and slide into the wetness below. 

I begin to moan, thankful that there is no-one around, desperate to show my
appreciation of the story unfolding on my screen. Grinding my hips on the
seat I rub faster and faster, leaving the computer untouched as two fingers
of my right hand slip into my waiting, wet tight hole, moving in and out,
simulating the fucking I need so badly. This gradually becomes three, and
then four fingers as I dream of being fucked hard by the fingers of a
beautiful woman, half wishing I was at home where my dildo could become
part of my play. Becoming wetter and wetter I continue to bring myself
towards orgasm, finally plunging my fingers deep into my waiting, pulsating
cunt, furiously circling my clit with the fingers of my left hand until I
scream, bucking my hips on the chair and tensing all over. Finally I pull
my fingers from my raw pussy, licking them clean, loving the taste of my
own sweet, musky juices. Shakily rising to my feet I realise my chair is
now wet with pussy juice, and I wipe the seat clean leaving just an aroma
of cunt in the air to welcome me in to work tomorrow.

Hopefully more to come when I get around to writing them down!

Anyone with similar stories/interests can e-mail me on
bluemillipede@hotmail.com

The author would appreciate being informed before this story is
duplicated/posted elsewhere.