"Show me your tits," the text read.
I felt butterflies in my stomach. Chris, my coworker, and I had had an affair that had been escalating for weeks. Now, with lunch break fast approaching, he'd started texting me again.
"If you're good, maybe I'll give you a reward."
My nipples tingled, brushing against the fabric of my shirt. I felt myself grow wet.
"You're so bad," I replied, blushing as the heat rushed to my face.
"No bra. Take it off."
I looked around the office, most of my coworkers were entrenched in their computers, the room was quiet. I nearly giggled as I discreetly slipped off my bra, tucking it into the drawer of my desk. My tits jiggled freely now with each movement, enhancing the feel of my arousal.
I snapped a quick picture of the front of my shirt, leaning forward for just a little bit of cleavage, two prominent bulbs poking through where I no longer wore an undergarment.
"Mmm, baby, I'd like to lick those tits. Need to see them bare, though. Take it at your desk."
I tried to think how I could get a picture without anyone seeing me, but options were limited. Oh God, was I really doing this?
I lifted my shirt, raising it just about my nipples. I could feel a small breeze from the fan hit my bare skin, feeling exposed. Quickly, I snapped the picture of my bare chest. Someone coughed, and I quickly yanked my top down. Cheeks burning, my eyes darted left to right, but no one appeared to notice. I let out a sigh.
"Take off your panties and touch yourself."
"That's not fair," I whined, texting him back. My heart thudded. What if my boss found out about this? I was normally a composed, responsible woman. This was reckless.
"Do it, or I'll have to punish you. First, I want your panties. Bring them to me."
Feeling anxious, and a little wicked, I slid off my thong, letting it drop around my feet and quickly stuffing it into my bag. I stood, then made my way to Chris's desk, 3/4 blocked from view, in the corner of the building. My tits bounced lightly without their normal support. I had normal, B-cup breasts. I was sure, if anyone saw, they would immediately notice.
Sidestepping someone grabbing another cup of coffee, I squeezed my arms in, attempting to block my chest from view, and quickly hustled to Chris's desk.
"Here," I whispered.
I bent across his desk, reaching over for a pen, and dropped the evidence in his lap. Before I could straighten, I felt his hand slip up my thigh, then towards my dripping pussy.
"Don't move," he whispered.
I froze, partially from fear of someone seeing us, as he inserted a finger into my slick hole and began to softly pump it in and out. I nearly moaned, the pleasure making my legs weak. I braced my arms on his desk for support.
Deftly, he slid in another finger, probing deeper and I groaned.
"Quiet," he commanded.
His other hand gave my ass a hard squeeze as his fingers rubbed lightly over my asshole, then, pulling his fingers away, I felt another object press at my opening moments later. Coating it thoroughly, the butt plug slid in and out of my pussy, then he gently wedged it into my ass. With a final little push to ensure it was secure, he removed his hands.
"There," he said quietly. "Off you go."
I walked back to my desk, tits jiggling and walking slightly awkwardly at the feel of pressure tight in my ass, my heels clicking on the linoleum.
I sat in my chair and felt the pressure intensify, making my pussy drip. I was hot, ready, almost desperately needy.
"Touch yourself, but don't cum. I'll know if you do," came the next text.
"I need you." I texted desperately, lightly running my fingers over my now-bare and shaven pussy.
He sent me a kissy face emoji, with the message, "Be a good girl. I'm busy today, you'll have to wait until after work."
I could have nearly cried from frustration. Vaguely still feeling exposed, slightly embarrassed, and hugely turned on, I tried pleading.
"Please. I can't wait that long."
"I love it when you're needy. See you after work."
Five long hours went by, of me constantly being reminded by the bareness of my tits and the naughtiness of the butt plug. I squirmed, struggling to concentrate, tortured as the minutes ticked by.
Ten minutes til six, he sent me another text:
"Meet me in the conference room."
I quickly gathered my stuff, and tried to look casual as I made my way to the meeting room located in the back of the building. Making sure no one was around, I slipped inside.
-- x o --
Amanda was my favorite plaything. I loved teasing her like this, loved knowing she wanted me this desperately. Feeling powerful, I stepped into the conference room and locked it behind me. Knowing she had no underwear on had been driving me mad.
"There you are," I grinned, taking in her flushed face as she bit her lip nervously. "Come here, turn around."
