She sat squirming in her chair, only one thing on her mind. It was the only thing that was ever on her mind....especially since him. He tended to consume her mind with the things he could do to her, the things he had done. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure coming from her throbbing pussy. She was soaking wet for him already, but she knew she might not get to see him tonight. He had been teasing the hell out of her all morning with the emails and text messages he'd been sending her. She fought not to let her hand drift under her skirt. The fact that he'd forbidden her to wear panties (only a thong now and then) didn't help things either. It made for such easy access....for him. A sigh escaped her lips as she thought about how good it would be to feel his mouth wrapped around her clit or his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. She groaned, realizing she was just making things worse for herself.
Crossing her legs, she squeezed her thighs together again, only making the ache between them worse. It was so tempting to just sneak off and take care of her problem in the bathroom, but she couldn't. If he found out, he'd punish her, and she wouldn't lie to him if he asked. He wouldn't have to ask though because he'd know just from looking at her. It was unfair that he got to get off whenever he wanted and she had to wait for his permission. A pout formed on her full, red lips. Without thinking, her hand drifted under her desk to lightly skim over her pussy through her skirt. She loved the way the silky, smooth material felt over her smooth, bare pussy. Biting her lip, she pulled her hand away again before she let it wander further.
Her phone started vibrating which only meant one thing: another text message. "I want you to play with yourself until you're ready to come, then stop, but don't stop for anything until then." she whimpered. He was teasing the fuck out of her, and with her luck, she wasn't going to be allowed to get off once today. Scooting the chair closer to the desk, she was glad they stuck her in the corner. Being a receptionist was great. She would have loved even more if she had her own office, but that would come in time. For now, she faced the corner of her little cubicle, and no one would be the wiser to what she was doing. Her Master enjoyed that fact very much and took advantage of it often. She squirmed again as she slowly lifted up her skirt just enough to slide her hand to her wet pussy. She slid her fingers along her wet slit, dipping her fingers in and then moving up to slowly circle her clit. She bit her lip to keep from making a sound and just as she started to squirm more, her phone rang. A groan escaped her lips as she knew she would have to fight even more to keep quiet. Answering the phone, a breathy greeting left her lips. No one would suspect that she was playing with her pussy as she spoke with them on the phone.
"Mmmm...very good, pet. What a good girl you are," he purred in her ear. Her eyes flew open at the sound of his voice and her fingers stilled. "Don't stop, pet. You know your orders."
She couldn't help but wonder how he knew, but then again, he just knew her that well. "Thank You, Sir, and I'm sorry. You caught me by surprise." her voice was thick with desire, and again, he purred his approval to her.
"It's fine, pet." With a smirk, he asked how her day was going, and she struggled not to moan as she replied. He was torturing her by making her try to have a normal conversation while she teased herself to a frenzy. "Nice and slow, pet. I don't want you to have to stop anytime soon. You know how much I enjoy listening to those little whimpers and sighs as you try to hold everything in," he grinned. She could imagine that sexy grin on his face. How she longed to feel his tongue caressing her clit, thrusting in and out of her pussy, lapping up her juices, his fingers thrusting in and out as he sucked on her clit. A soft moan escaped her lips, and her eyes flew open. She was alone as usual. "Careful, love. You don't want to make too much noise and attract attention to yourself, now do you?"
"No, Sir. I'm sorry," she said softly. She became more aroused as they spoke as she imagined his face buried in her pussy, her hands buried in his hair, pulling him closer, tugging slightly on his hair as he pushed her closer to an orgasm. She had trouble keeping up with the conversation, and he knew it, even though she was keeping her pace slow to draw it out. He wanted to push her to her limits, to show herself that she could do it, because he knew she could. To add a little twist, he decided to do something different.
"Faster, pet. Imagine it's me between your legs under your desk." he was telling her to envision what was already in her head. Her breathing became heavier as she tried not to rock her hips off her chair. "Use one hand just on your clit, and I want the other thrusting into that hot little pussy of yours." she bit back another moan as she complied with his wishes.
His cock was throbbing, aching for her. He hadn't been able to get her out of his head all day. He craved her taste, the feeling of her wrapped around his cock. It was why he had been teasing her all morning. "How bad do you want my cock, pet?"
"More than anything, Sir," she answered softly. She craved him so bad, she could almost feel him, taste him. It had been too long since they were last together. "How close are you, love?" "Very," another soft reply, barely above a whisper.
"Faster...harder...think of my tongue caressing your clit, my fingers setting the pace, pounding into you, pushing you closer."
