There had been numerous encounters since the boutique hotel, every one of them was raw and deeply sexual. The messages in between encounters served like foreplay.
She would often receive messages with instructions of what to do while they were apart, risqué actions that caused adrenaline to course through her veins. Like wearing no underwear to work, sending a photo from her office with the skirt pulled up to show she had complied, accidentally brushing past male coworkers knowing she would turn them on, then being instructed by Sir to masturbate in the office co-Ed bathroom during lunch, whilst reading his explicit texts. She would often edge close to cuming but then be made to stop, so frustrated, yet so turned on.
On this day, after she had told him how horny she was he told her she could chose; fuck one of her coworkers in the photocopier room or meet Sir after work to be his little fuck toy. Of course, there would be rules to option 2.
She was so insatiably horny she wasn't sure she could wait. Robert the young guy from sales was always looking at her with lust, and even more so since she brushed past him with her hips, her hand brushing his forearm as she said 'excuse me'. She knew she could have him. He would love to fuck her- it was written all over his face. But she would just be using him, and ever since the hotel she knew being submissive was her path to satisfaction.
She texted Sir to say she was aching to cum, would he please allow her to make herself do it? He denied her request. The only way she could cum now was to have Robert but she didn't want to get a reputation as the office slut. She texted Sir : "Option 2."
Ten minutes later he responded with an address and instructions.
A hotel in the city.
A time.
Check in details.
