Roxanne is addicted to chat rooms on the net. Everything from AOL, Yahoo to MSN, even small âadultâ chat room sites that are available for more stimulating conversations.
She enjoys a normal family life with a healthy relationship with her loving husband, and one daughter who is a great student in their townâs local high school.
One could inquire, why does Roxanne need to chat so much, if her home life is all right? The answer is simple. She is a total nymphomaniac. In all the chat forums mentioned above, she maintains buddy lists. These buddy lists usually consist of likeminded men and some women who are just as horny, if not more so, then her.
Everything in her life drips sex. Her workday outfits are especially sluttish. Roxanneâs body pours into tight miniskirts and revealing tops. As an added enticement, she often loves to show case her buxom breasts, to those who arenât afraid to look.
Roxanne is a slender woman in her early thirties with shoulder length brown hair and piercing brown eyes that melt those at whom she gazes. Her lips are robust and sensuous. When one looked at those lips, it didnât take much to imagine how theyâd feel wrapped lovingly around a throbbing cock. Roxanneâs face is oval shaped and her skin just glows with great skin care and maintenance. The tight, fit body she strives to keep looks similar to a well-oiled machine, rocking and rolling in perfect time with her headphones blasting in her ears as she works out on an array of exercise equipment she and her hubby keep in the basement of their home.
Unless Roxanneâs busy, rarely a day goes by, that she engaged as it were, in a steady stream of chat conversations. Words that are discretely typed, in the privacy of instant message boxes, with anyone of her regular friends in chat.
Roxanne is a very sexually awake woman and is completely in touch with her sexual needs and desires. Until now, what she doesnât get from her from her sexy and still virile husband at home, she takes care of at work in chat.
Roxanne is so addicted to sex, there little need for panties at work. They will just get so drenched anyway with her cunt cream and in addition, why fuss with extra fabric. Included in her arsenal, she keeps a little mighty mite vibrator called BOB, acronym for battery-operated boyfriend in her purse. In a word, Roxanne is addicted to coming. She never tires of the tidal wave feelings washing over her body all at once.
As with most addictions however, there are times, when Roxanneâs chat rooms and or friends donât completely fulfill her growing needs.
Roxanne has often fantasized about her boss Anthony. Tony is, in the least, a total heartthrob. Tony looks like that wonderfully dashing Romeo on the cover of a trashy romance novel. He has a sensitive but hard chiseled face, long blond hair, usually in a ponytail, icy blue eyes and long slender hands of a professional basketball player with height to boot. Itâs safe to say that every part of his body is flawlessly tight all over. He achieves this by also working out at his local health spa. Even on the job, Tony has seemingly boundless energy as if heâs on speed or rather too much coffee. One could often find him up and running all day doing whatever was required. It would be an understatement to say that Tony melts the hearts of the other women in the office.
It is this among many other fantasies that play out in Roxanneâs mind like a constant pornographic flick that never ends.
Often whilst engaged in a steamy chat with someone else, Roxanne has fantasized about getting caught Jilling off by Tony. She knew that the look on his face would be priceless. So bashful but yet, in his heart aroused. She wondered if he would grow hard and make vain attempts to cover himself. Oh your such a slut, Roxanne thought to herself.
Little did she know what she was in store for later on that night?
It was a Thursday and often she be called on to work overtime. Tony and her would often stay late working independently on the same project that had to be finished before the weekend.
After a long day of actually working, her pussy was growing restless. Sheâd only had a chance to come once that day. When sheâd got in that morning. Then like clockwork Tony phoned her extension and asked if she could stay late again and did she want him to order Chinese food for their dinner since theyâd well be there till at least 9 pm way past dinner time. She reluctantly agreed, resigning herself to another night of drudgery. The only consolation is that if she were alone there was a possibility she might be able to have a stimulating chat with a buddy in chat and in addition fantasize about Tony ravishing her.
After phoning her husband at his workplace and saying sheâd be late she did some last minute work before logging into chat to see who was online.
The office was empty now but for her and Tony. The Chinese food would be arriving shortly and theyâd break for dinner soon. Multitasking was a talent Roxanne possessed. She usually ate in front of her terminal whilst chatting, among other things.
Tonight the usual crowds of cronies were in the room that she most frequented. After the requisite hugs and helloâs from all who knew her and those that did not she hunkered down. It looked like it would be a slow night in chat without much action. One never knew how chat would turn out on a given night. She decided to scroll through all the users in the chat on the chance that sheâd find someone she hadnât chatted with in a while.
Her pussy was sweaty and smelt musky on her wrinkled finger she stuck inside her twat. As she began to quickly warm up down there. She saw a name thatâs sheâd seen in the chat rooms recently but never really got to chat with the person before. The chat name was âVerbal Vibrator.â The mere sight of the name made her pussy even wetter. In the main room Verbal was polite and intelligent and funny. These three qualities alone were attractive to Roxanne in a chat partner. Upon reading his profile, she saw that he had a great quote, was an author and 35 years old. She decided what the heck, he might turn out to be fun.
âHi there, sorry for the unsolicited pm, but I just love your name, are you busy now?â she typed. This was Roxanneâs usual MO, sheâd pm a guy and apologize for doing so and ascertain if he were busy chatting at the moment. Like lightening, came the reply, âno Iâm not busy honey, Iâm just hanging out, how are you this evening?â Roxanne typed that she was fine asked would he care for a chat. âOf course, Iâd love a chat,â Verbal typed.
After the usual getting to know you questions Roxanne found out he was married and from New Jersey. His name was Marty. She quickly found out that Marty was good with his words and really enjoyed stimulating chats with women.
âWell, Marty honey Iâm working late tonight. Iâm so bored and need some company,â typed Roxanne growing more aroused by the second.
âIt will our pleasure to chat sweetheart,â responded Marty.
Marty wasted no time, which Roxanne liked. âSo Roxanne, what turns you on, what are your limits ect?â
Roxanne, gave her stock answer to this question by replying, âIâm not into kids, animals or body fluids that stink, you? This elicited a laugh out loud or LOL response from Marty and said that those were his limitations too.
âSo to answer your question Marty, anything that ends up in orgasm is a turn on for me,â typed Roxanne. Her body felt that rush of warmth she feels when aroused.
Marty, not skipping a beat, typed, âWell since your at the office, would you like me to crawl under your desk and eat dinner?â
âMmmmm dinners piping hot and ready honey come and get it, I donât have to ring the dinner bell, Roxanne, quickly typed in response to Martyâs query.
Roxanne loosened her clothing now and stuck her hand down to her drenched vagina. She had a Mohawk cut of one line of trimmed hair that covered her twat. She often sat on a towel because she got so wet. She certainly didnât want to stain her office chair with her cunt juice. Now there was a visible stain on the towel and growing. Her pussy was almost gushing with large amounts of goo.
Marty enjoyed himself also. Heâd take a moment to stroke his hard cock, play with his balls and pre cum, and then type some more raunchy words to Roxanne. He really loved to eat out a woman and got so turned making a woman drench his face and wash it with her come.
Heâd always considered himself slightly submissive and most definitely a giver when it came to sex. As he typed he could see by her responses that she was really enjoying herself on the other end.
Roxanne kept her voice down to a low steady moan. She had three fingers deep inside herself now fingering herself in and out madly. The words Marty was typing seemed just right. It was as if he really enjoyed as he ate her pussy. She was on the edge and very close to climaxing in another moment or two. She made sure to tell Marty that because that was so important in cyber sex. To let your partner know how much fun your having and when youâre coming. There came a warm rush to her loins and she felt her twat lurch violently, as she managed to type, she typed âARRRRRGGGGHHH IâM COMMINGGGGGGGGGG FUCK.â
Then all of a sudden the UNTHINKABLE happened! There was a slight knock at her door, when she looked up gasping; she saw Tony standing open mouthed.
Part Two
Tony didnât say anything at first he just stood there. Beads of sweat started to form on his forehead and palms. He felt his mouth become dry as parchment paper. As he looked at her, trying not to stare, he felt turned on and blood started to rush from his brain to his cock. This could go either way he thought. He had to be mindful of sexual harassment charges that she could file. However, if she were game this might just turn out to be fun.
When he finally found his words to say he managed to stammer, âlooks like I caught you at a bad time, Iâll come back later.â
Roxanne freaked out inwardly, but she had to think fast. With a few keystrokes on her keyboard, she told Marty she had to go. As she closed out the chat screen, she thought, it doesnât matter, she was already toast. If Tony were going to fire her, heâd probably do it in the next hour or so. Roxanne didnât want to go out like that, no way. At attempt to salvage some semblance of dignity, if any still existed.