Laura's desk was in the corner of a relatively open plan office. That is, she had some walls, but no door and there was also a lot of glass. It was the sort of layout that would be spun as improving inclusivity, but was really about control -- instilling just the right amount of anxiety in the workers to ensure productivity. She always felt a little on show, but just now especially so. And it wasn't making her productive, except in one literal sense. She had spent the past twenty minutes browsing online for people's home-made porn -- the little videos that exhibitionist couples share of themselves fucking, and girls masturbating to orgasm, the teasingly brief, animated gifs and the captions, short stories and horny comments had all got her into a state. Her hands were trembling and there was a hot, wet mess between her thighs.
She had checked before today that her screen couldn't be seen from anywhere else, and she herself could only be seen by people at other desks if they leaned right back deliberately to look at her. But still, it felt like a very public place to be seeing the things she was seeing, and thinking the things she was thinking. A cute blonde girl on her screen dipped two fingers into her sopping slit and then sucked them with a smile and a wink. "FUUUCK, I need to touch my clit" she screamed in her head, and squirmed in her chair. It was starting to feel a little as though she'd pissed herself, and she began to worry that her pussy would soak through the material of her grey woolen skirt.
In another few minutes she would go to the toilets and clean herself up, she thought. And deploy the thing in her handbag, the thing her mind kept wandering back to. Not just yet though...
On her screen, a man's enormous cock sprang free and bounced gloriously, and then did it again -- a little repeating gif. She imagined taking it into her throat. She scrolled down. A photo of a pretty girl holding her cheeks open, her little pussy all swollen and dripping and her asshole exposed to all the world -- her caption invited people to comment with what they wanted to do with her. Some comments were pretty detailed. She imagined the pretty girl reading those comments and fingering herself -- perhaps she was at work as well.
She bit her lip and pressed her thighs together, seeping. On her screen a girl used both her hands to pump a large dildo into herself, creaming all over it -- she pulled it out suddenly followed by a little squirt that made her hips buck. "Oh my God" : Laura could feel her heartbeat in her slick pussy lips.
She could hear that her breathing wasn't quite right. She'd been holding her breath and was trying not to whimper. Her phone twinkled that a text had come in, and her heart leapt. Her fingers were shaking a little as she opened it:
"Now!"
She minimised the window on her screen, picked up her handbag and tried to walk nonchalantly to the toilets, glancing at her crotch to check for a visible wet patch. With each step she felt how wet she was. In the toilets she glanced at her reflection. She was looking flushed, and her pupils were enormous, and her nipples also strained slightly against the fabric of her bra, but on the whole she looked more normal than she felt. She felt like she could fuck eveyone in the office, women and men, right now on the floor.
She hurried into one of the cubicles and pulled her skirt down, clawing one hand into her bra and tweaking one her nipples so hard she let a little moan escape involuntarily. As soon as she pulled her knickers down she could smell her excitement. The scent of her cunt filled the little cubicle, and she felt that if anyone came into the toilets they would instantly recognise it. "Wow, there's an overpowering smell of horny wet cunt in here" they remarked in her head. She looked between her legs -- her pussy was actually drooling down into her knickers, which were already slick with it. She let her fingertips tease her clit and her legs nearly gave out beneath her. She wasn't allowed to come here. Would he know? What would he do about it? That nearly set her off again, as she began to think of punishments. She scrabbled in her handbag with moist fingertips, and found it.
It was heavy in her palm, and the curved metal bulb was gleaming. She turned it so the crystal in the base caught the light and sparkled. She popped the bulb of it into her mouth and felt its cold smoothness against her tongue as she warmed it, and at the same time her hands traced her pussy lips down to the little pucker of her anus, trailing her wetness to it. She took the sparkly plug from her mouth, and coated it thoroughly in the juices that spilled from her, popping the bulb briefly into her burning cunt (and almost coming instantly). It slid back out with a creamy slick, and she squatted down and parted her ass cheeks with her other hand. She knew it would be easiest to get it in from behind, and as she reached around with it, she pictured herself and savoured the obscenity of it: She was squatting in a toilet cubicle, her skirt and cunt-soaked knickers around her ankles, about to push a butt plug into herself with absolute glee. Her breathing was ragged, her hair dishevelled, and her tits had popped free of her shirt and bra at some point as she tugged on them.
She found her asshole with the plug -- let out a moan as it made contact -- and she bore down on it. It was broad, but not intimidating, and the neck was very narrow with a small twinkly base that would keep it from being swallowed, but still let her ass cheeks sit normally. She tried not to grunt audibly as she reached the widest point of it, and her other hand was slippily busy on her clit to coax it in. When it slid in suddenly, she had to snatch her hand from her cunt like she'd been burned, or she would have been over the edge with no return. She felt the unrelenting metal make itself at home, her ass accommodating it, massaging it.
She heard the main door to the toilets open, and she froze. Although she couldn't be seen, she felt absolutely caught in the act. She was still doing her best not to come, as she stood there with her knickers down and a plug in her ass, silently tweaking her nipples hard, and shaking from head to toe, as her juices ran down her thighs.
Heels crossed the tiled floor noisily, and entered the cubicle next to her. From the perfume she identified Angela, and Laura thought again about her own 'perfume'. She still couldn't move. Part of her wanted Angela to see how she stood here, quaking inches from her. Angela pissed noisily, probably oblivious, and Laura heard her leave the cubicle, wash her hands, pause to fidget with her hair in front of the mirror, and then leave on hurried heels.
Laura pulled her knickers back up, giving her clit one last caress. The plug made itself know with every move. Once she had reassembled her clothing, she pushed her back against the wall of the cubicle, arching and pressing her ass to the wall, until she felt the plug being driven into her, briefly fucking herself there. Fuck, that felt good.
