Distraction 20

Consumed in her work, the task at hand not complex but engaging and as she looks to the clock on the bottom of the screen she sees it's not long until home time and picks up the pace to ensure she is finished on time. Not that there is any reason not to be a few minutes delayed in leaving, no plans beyond the usual kicking off her shoes, slipping out of the constraints of her bra and sinking into her overstuffed armchair with a glass of wine to start the evening unwinding process.

Her fingers glide across the keyboard as if in some intricate dance, EarPods in place drowning out the sounds of the office around her, eyes focused on the screens in front and the cubicle walls block out any other movements of her colleagues, the only point of entry in to her little bubble being the opening in the cubicle walls diagonally opposite the desk space from where she sits, and directly behind her.

It is probably the opposite of what the experts on LinkedIn would tells us is the optimal office arrangement, certainly it is the opposite of what the police would tell you to do if you were out in the world...no awareness of her surroundings.

I've seen her sat this way many times as I've passed her cubicle, even been in many times and talked work projects with her, and this time is no different except as the day nears end I am feeling playful and spot the short ponytail protruding from the back of her head. How fun will it be to give it a gentle little tug and surprise her with my presence!

Approaching directly behind so as not be seen in her peripheral vision, I stealthily move within arms reach and take that little ponytail between my fingers and tug sharply down. Her reaction shocks me, what I expected to be a playful punch or mock angry scowl was neither. A guttural moan came from deep within her as her back straightened, head rolling backwards and still controlled by my grip on her ponytail, her breasts thrust forward pushed tight against the fabric of her shirt and from my viewpoint over her shoulder I am convinced I can see the little pebbles of her nipples actively growing before my eyes.

With the EarPods in, I doubt she realises how loud her moan was or what a deeply erotic sound she made. I paused, statue like, waiting for reaction from the rest of the office, my focus half on her and half on the doorway to the cubicle. During that 30 seconds of silence, she remained in position, not moving except to maintain tension on her hair wrapped in my fist. Confident no one is reacting to her outburst, I return my focus to her and realise her hands have fallen to her lap, each resting on a thigh, and I have to assume this is somewhat of a submissive pose, and not one that is new to her.

My mind works quickly, my childlike playground hair pulling has exposed something in her that I was completely unaware of, I wonder if any others in the office have stumbled across her submissive nature like this? Keeping the pressure constant on the ponytail, I use my free hand to remove an EarPod and with my lips mere millimetres from her ear I whisper "Do you like that my dear?", I see the flush spread across her cheeks and a tightness on her lips "I'm not your dear, I'm nobody's dear!" I add tension to her hair, easing her head back almost imperceptibly, equally her breasts thrust further forward, her nipples pressing harder against the fabric of her blouse. My tone deepens as I again whisper "That's right, dear is too sweet a name for you, my toy, my office slut, they are better names don't you agree?" Her answer was not verbal, a noise somewhere between a groan and a mewl emanated from her and I watched her thighs clench and press together multiple times, I imagine a wave of moisture and heat coursing through her pussy.

"My little office slut likes that don't you?" her reply breathy and desperate "Yes".

"Yes what, my slut?" A look of bewilderment on her face as she contemplates the question, "Yes what?" I ask again tightening my grip on her hair, I can see fear rising in her until with a start she blurts out "Yes sir?" she looks up expectantly.

"Good girl" I ease the pressure on her ponytail.

My view over her shoulder is making my cock throb. It's been a while since I've been hard at the office but the vision in front of me is stirring; breasts pushing high on her chest, pressing against her shirt, nipples protruding, the opening of said shirt allowing an intoxicating view of the soft curves of her white flesh down to the lacy edge of her bra.

Her bra appears to be white with black flowery pattern, I wonder if everyone she spoke to today could enjoy the pattern presented to them? Is that what she wanted? Is she hiding her true self from us all but enjoying showing little teasers of who she is behind the facade.

"You like my hands on you, don't you?" Her response is another squeeze of her thighs and the closing of her eyes. Keeping the gentle pressure on her hair with my right hand, her head tilted back to expose her neck, I can't resist running the back of the fingers on my left hand up her neck from her clavicle up to her jawline, following it with the softest of touches, almost a tickle. As my fingers near the middle of her chin, I extend my thumb up to flutter across her plump lips. I see her flinch at the first touch of her bottom lip, at the same time her thighs clench and quiver, hands on her thighs ball in to fists.

I turn over my left hand, no longer the soft outside of my fingers against her warm pliant skin, now the rough skin of my palm is cupping her chin, she holds her lips tightly shut as I increase the pressure from my thumb. Leaning forward to again rest my lips to her ear "Don't be a bratty girl, we both know your pussy is dripping because you are mine now." I can see her eyes moving behind her closed lids, fluttering movements synchronised with the flexing visible in her thighs. After a few seconds her lips tentatively open allowing my thumb access, closing to encase it once inside, seconds later the first feeling of suction.

"Hmm, my toy knows how to suck, I'm going to enjoy having on your knees with my cock down your throat!" Her suction increases and I feel her tongue swirl around by digit as I start to withdraw it. Her head pulling forward to keep my thumb between her red lips, but restrained by my hold on her ponytail.

As my thumb becomes free my hand slides down to form around her neck, I can feel her swallowing, a fearful look on her face as I increase pressure, not hard but enough for her to know I am in charge.

Easing the gentle hold on her throat I slide my hand down, keeping my palm and fingers flat as they traverse her reddening décolletage. I can feel the heat from her skin, my hand slides in to the opening of her blouse and I lift gently, creating a space that I can see more of her lacy bra. Pushing her head forward so she can see also, "Look" at my command her eyes snap open staring down at her exposed underwear. "Did you wear this slutty lacy bra so everyone could see it through your blouse?"

"No", her meek response. I tightened my grip of her hair, not pulling, keeping her face looking down her body. "No sir".

"Don't lie to me, only a slut shows her underwear through her clothes. Do you like to tease like a little brat?"

"N, n, no sir"

"You must just be a slut then, wanting your coworkers to see!" As my words leave my lips, the hand under her shirt slides between the soft warmth of her breast and the lacy bra cup, my fingers reach to find her nipple, ridged and eager for attention. Circling her nipple, feeling the crinkled roughness of her areola, "Your body tells me what a needy girl you are." and as I say the words I trap the protruding nipple between fingers and give it a little tug eliciting another of the animalistic groan, moan, sigh noise.

"Shhh, you wouldn't want anyone to hear your slutty moans would you!" at this I see her eyes swivel, looking to see if anyone had heard and reacted. No one came though, I knew she hadn't been loud but also knew she was lost in the moment as electric shocks ran through her body, starting in her abused nipple and ending deep inside her pussy.

I continued to toy with the stiff nipple, my toy squirming beneath my fingers, I can see her thighs flexing knowing her pussy is spasming. While she moaned again I touch the tip if my tongue on the side of her neck, leaving a wet trail up her neck until I reach her ear, "You taste good enough to eat." I inhale deeply, continuously tweaking her rubbery protrusion "Can you smell your pussy?" no response, "I can smell your slutty juices, I'm going to enjoy sampling it from the source."

Moving from her nipple, my palm cupped her large breast, hefting it as if assessing its weight and size. It fit perfectly in my hand, her nipple pressing against my palm, a soft moan from her lips as I squeeze the mound of soft flesh.

"Your boobs feel as good as they look." I squeeze again as I speak and I watch as her eyelids flutter closed.

I drag my hand up, off her boob letting it drop back in to the comfort of her bra cup, my hand exits the top of her shirt, staying in the lightest contact with her skin all along the way. As I breach the top button of her blouse, my hand heads south down her body again, this time separated from her skin by her clothes, moving quickly down before she can object my hand pushes between her thighs which she opens quickly to allow my hand to cup the mound of her sex.

I can feel the heat emerging through the black fabric of her trousers. The heal of my hand presses down against the hard nub of her clitoris whilst my fingers stretch down to squeeze her mons and the labia. The heat shocks me but I don't give any indicator to my toy. Her eyes popped open, now wide open as I increase pressure on her sensitive bundles of nerves.

"My little slut is leaking in her panties, isn't she?" Her cheeks change to a deeper shade of red as she emits the tiniest groan paired with an almost imperceptible nod of her head. My fingers become moist as her juices seep through the fabric, rubbing my fingers harder across where I know her lips are hidden, picking up more of her secretions until I raise my hand in front of our heads which are almost ear to ear. I tug of her hair and I see her focus on my sticky fingers. "My office slut has made a mess of herself, haven't you?" "Best you clean up" I state and move my fingers to a millimetre from her lips, I see her tongue shoot out and cross over her lips before reaching out to touch the tip against her own juices on my fingers. After a few tentative swipes of her tongue she leans forward to suck my fingers but I hold her back. After having the first taste, she wants more, she is hungry to taste herself but I have other ideas, I move my fingers quickly and bypass her tongue to wipe her juices across her top lip, directly under her nose. The movement takes her by surprise and she pauses movements then takes a big inhale through her nose.

"Mmm, smells good doesn't it? Now, no cleaning that spot until you get home, I want to know you are smelling how horny you are for the rest of the day."

"Mmm, delicious!" My response to putting my still moist fingers in my own mouth the savour her scent.

"You're a lucky girl being able to smell your wet pussy for the rest of the day, we'll have to find a way for you to thank me! Keep your phone on."

I can see the questioning look on her face as I release her ponytail, stand up and spin on my heel and stride out of her cubicle. As I turn the corner I see in my peripheral vision as she slumps forward, head on her desk and hands in her lap.