The one thing that Kelly loved almost as much as sucking and fucking cocks for salty cum, was reading about sucking and fucking cocks for cum. So when a new erotic story came across her desk, Kelly wasted no time getting settled in her favourite reading spot and started turning pages.
She'd barely got past the first five or six pages before she felt that familiar feeling. Word after word. Sentence after sentence, the images began to dance through her mind like flames in a crackling fireplace. A familiar feeling began to overwhelm Kelly. A tickle in her psyche. A warming in her groin area. Her nipples began to swell and press against the lace of her bra, almost to the point of irritating them. She began to feel warm and excited. Her pussy, she could tell, was puckering and feeling moist in her panties. The more Kelly read, the hornier she was getting.
With every flip of the page, her mind consuming more words like candy, her imagination began to race. No longer was she reading about a woman and a man making love. She was now the heroine of the story. It was her shapely body being caressed by the hero. His calloused hands brushing gently over her heaving fake Double D breasts. Instinctively and without hesitation, Kelly slowly inched her hand under her blouse, maneuvering it under her bra. Ever so lightly Kelly pinched her erect nipples, continuing to read the story. Her pouty cock-sucking lips that had ravaged her husbands cock just that morning, mouthing every word printed on the page. Her hands mimicking the actions described on the page. Kelly reflected how her husband had flicked and tongued her nipples that morning and how that made her feel. Every past experience rushed into her memory as she re-enacted the scenario in her dirty slutty mind.
Kelly was overwhelmed at the sensuality of what she read and slowly moved her hand south, slipping it between the fabric of her skirt and cupping the hotness between her legs. At first, only light caresses over her pubic bone, followed by deeper insertions, rubbing the silky material of her panties between her pussy lips, continuously until the friction began to burn her flesh. Kelly yearned for satisfaction. She craved to have skin-on-skin contact, slowly creeping her digits under the elastic, to find her throbbing clitoris. Slowly at first, Kelly began to rub it. Feeling her nub between her fingers, her touch growing increasingly sticky as her arousal continued to climb.
Page after page, Kelly turned, growing more and more invested. This story was unlike any she'd read in a long while. She marveled, briefly during page turns how wonderful the thought of words printed on a page could instill so much fantasy. To turn imagination into something real. Something primal and physical. Kelly was so enamored, with her thoughts, she plunged her fingers inside herself. Slowly, Kelly continued to read and imagine. Her middle finger dancing around her clit, rubbing between her pussy's lips and disappearing inside herself. Kelly was fully invested at this point. She could no longer resist and removed her panties all together. A coolness came over her pubic region, almost cooling the burning desire that had been accumulating there. Kelly leaned back in her seat, positioning herself for easier access and began to really finger her puckering pussy. First one finger, diving deep into her dripping crevice, then two.
Occasionally, from time-to-time, Kelly would pause from her story, to gaze at the sticky dew accumulated on her fingers. Kelly gazed upon how her thumb and forefinger reveling how her flowing juices would stick together. Kelly would smile that devilish grin of hers, proud that she was behaving so primal. Kelly licked her sweet nectar from her fingers and place them back on her pussy, then return to the story.
