Recently, I have taken on a sub with some simple rules and daily tasks for her completion. This story was written by her after I had the idea to have her spend more time creating something and less time on social media. Moving forward, I think I will post more of "My Bunny's" stories here for posterity and to share the inner workings of her mind with everyone.
This marks the first "Bunny Tale"
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Bunny sat at her desk, trying to stave off boredom, typing away mindlessly. The job was always the same, which often led her mind to wander without worry of entering the information incorrectly. It was busy work anyway, something her boss, David, liked to torture her with, making her stay after hours when the office grew still and dark. She often thought it was because he didn't like to work late alone.
Peeking above the cubicle walls, she could see the soft glow of office lights down at the other end of the corridor. The liminal space between felt otherworldly so late at night and frightened her.
Leaning back in her chair, she let her eyes close briefly as her head tilted back. Her chestnut hair fell away from her face. Bunny let her mind wander back to her boss. The thought stirred warmth within her, and she squeezed her thighs together. The room felt warm suddenly, and she unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse, exposing her flesh to the air. Her round breasts quickly rose and fell as her breathing quickened. She imagined his touch on her face, his thumb brushing her lip, parting her lips slightly. She looked into his eyes, black and deep.
The sound of someone clearing their throat brought her back to reality. She waved to the janitor and checked the clock. She had only killed 2 minutes.
She squirmed in her seat, which only added to the frustration she already felt. She knew it was wrong to want him. But months of late nights had taken their toll. In her overactive imagination, she had made love to him dozens of times. Sometimes she'd let him take her there in her cubicle, hiking her skirt up, nearly tearing her panties off as he pulled them aside. She could almost feel him slide inside of her, his hands strong hands pulling her hips to him, thrusting deeply as she climaxed.
Other times, she'd imagine she was standing in the ladies' room at the sink. The sound of the door opening and closing behind her. She could smell his cologne before she saw him appear in the mirror. His cock bulging in his pants. And she wanted it. She wanted it more than anything else. Nothing satisfied her hunger.
Sitting there at her desk, legs tucked under the tabletop, she slipped her fingers under her skirt. Her lips were warm and wet. Bunny gripped the arm rest as her fingers found their place, gently rubbing and teasing out the pleasure. She knew she should get back to work, but the temptation to touch herself more was too great. Biting her lip, she held back a moan as she continued to work her fingers back and forth.
"Bunny," his voice called her back to her office. Embarrassed, she pulled her hand from between her legs. "Hey, Bunny!" he beckoned from his office. She nearly sprinted down the hall. Standing in the door, she'd forgotten to button her shirt, her lacy bra showing through the opening, exposing her cleavage. He suddenly didn't remember why he'd called her to his office.
