"I'll be in my office," I groaned as I rubbed my temples.
GOD! The sheer idiocy at work never ceased to amaze me. Of course, it also didn't cease to stress me out to the max either.
I got into my office and closed the door behind me. I sighed heavily as I left the stupidity behind me. I eased myself behind my desk and looked at my computer screen. Another low groan escaped me as I saw three emails relating to more stupidity.
"Jeez," I sighed. "I need a break from all this."
I sat there for a moment, pursing my lips before standing quickly and moving to my office door. I quickly, and quietly, locked the door then went back to my desk. I eased my hand under the desk to my bag and pulled my cell-phone out. A mischievous grin crossed my face as I tapped on the screen.
It didn't take long for me to fire up the internet and head right to Literotica.com. A good read was JUST what I needed right now. I scrolled around and found one story I was interested in reading: Diane on Cam Part 2.
Part one had been an okay read, and even though I didn't think there was much suspense as to how things would progress, I was interested in seeing how the author would approach things.
HOLY SHIT!!!!! I hadn't been reading for five minutes yet, and my pussy was already tingling! I scrolled down and dug my teeth softly into my lower lip as I continued to be enthralled by the story.
The girl-on-girl scene I was reading had my pussy quivering with excitement. I couldn't resist spreading my legs apart and reaching a hand down to caress my thigh.
As I continued to read my hand eased up my thigh. GOD! I wasn't wearing any panties so I could feel how wet and hot I was down there! The story continued to progress and when it got to THE moment, well that was it!
I spread my legs apart and arched my back in my chair. My teeth dug a bit deeper into my lower lip as I reached my hand up and felt my moist pussy.
The father-daughter incest scene was before my eyes and it got my juices flowing! My finger slowly massaged my clit as read about Diane having her father's cock in her mouth.
I whimpered softly as I brought myself close to orgasm. I needed to be quiet, because the last thing I needed was someone knocking at my office door! As I continued to read, Diane's father went down on her, and I fantasized about his tongue inside of her pussy. So, I gently eased a couple of fingers up inside myself.
Credit to me, I managed to stifle a low moan as I felt myself cum. Just as I was reading about Diane coating her father's tongue with her slick goo, I did the same thing over my fingers.
By the time I was reading about Diane's father fucking her, I had one foot up on my desk, and was rubbing my g-spot, cumming loads. Still, I was careful not to be vociferous, lest any of the idiots outside my office door had any inkling what I was doing in there.
A contented smile crossed my lips as I eased my fingers out of my pussy. I admired the slick goo that coated my fingers as I let my pussy 'breathe'.
HOLY SHIT! What had I just done? I sat there collecting my breath as I glanced at my hand then towards my locked office door. This was the first time I had ever gotten myself off at work! I just wasn't something I did. No matter how much stress I was under, it wasn't even something I'd ever considered.
Yet there I sat. My fingers coated with my slick goo and an erotic story open on my phone. I shook my head but smiled as I did. As shocked as I was by what I had just done, it was EXACTLY what I needed. This was as perfect a storm as had ever existed for me to get to this moment. Something in that story, something in my mindset. It just made me so hot and horny and the need to deal with that took precedence over everything else.
I was still surprised by it though. I couldn't resist licking my cum off my fingers, before planning to get back to work. But as I glanced down at my phone, I couldn't resist picking it up and sending a bit of feedback to the author. Even though I was shocked by what I'd done, I wasn't ashamed of it, and wanted to let someone know about it. And the author fit that bill - and they should know they had hand in this rather shocking development: Me getting myself off at my desk!
I turned my phone off and tossed it back into my bag and sat there with a contented, but mischievous grin on my face. Not only had I just done the unimaginable and masturbated at my desk, but I just sent feedback about it to an author I knew nothing about.
This was a day of firsts. Still, as shocked as I was by it happening, I did not regret it happening.
I took one more breath, then ran my hands through my blonde hair. I felt like the rest of the day would be a breeze after this.
****** The rest of the day had been a breeze. My masturbation time-out was just what I needed. As I gathered my things at the end of the day, a smile crossed my face. This hadn't been the first time I'd been a bit naughty at work to help take the edge off. In the past I'd taken a few selfies of myself in the ladies' room at work. They were nothing too sordid, but they helped ease the stress.
I knew I had a great body, and I also knew every guy at work was aware of it too - hell even some of the women knew it! So, snapping a pic of myself in front of the toilet stall with my top open and my large breasts straining against a black bra was just the sort of thing I liked to do. Mischievous behavior has its perks.
However, I had never gone so far as to masturbate at my desk in the middle of the work day. But I couldn't escape the fact that doing it had me feeling so relaxed at the end of the day. I slung my bag over my shoulder and bid goodbye to some co-workers and headed out - knowing full well that several sets of eyes were watching my curvy backside and sexy legs as I headed out.
It seemed as though the smile never left my face on the commute home. As I got home I felt myself chuckle. Within mere seconds I'd be welcomed home by my husband, and he'd ask me how my day had been.
'Great! I read this cool story on Lit about father-daughter incest and got myself at my desk!', didn't seem to be the best way for me to respond, even though it WAS a factual answer. Still, I knew I would probably leave those details out of things.
"Hey hon," my husband called out to me as I entered the front door. "How was your day?"
"Good," I replied with a grin. "Very good day," I added with a broader grin as I kicked my heels off. "How was yours?"
"Same old," he replied from the kitchen. "Glass of wine?"
"Please," I nodded as I pulled my phone out of my bag. As my husband poured me a glass of merlot I checked my gmail account. I noticed a name in my inbox I had never seen before. Then I saw the subject line: Literotica: Feedback. I quickly opened it up, and holy shit: It was a reply from the author.
I felt a mischievous grin cross my lips as my husband set a glass of merlot on the table for me as I read the reply. The original message I had sent the author had detailed my afternoon escapade. I knew the author was male since I'd checked out his profile on Lit, so I wasn't too surprised to get a response to a 'your story made me finger myself to orgasm at work' compliment, but just like his posted work, his reply was 'well worded'.
I reached for my glass and took a sip of wine and felt that same mischievous grin on my lips. I glanced over and watched as my husband grabbed himself a beer and head to the sofa to watch TV. I glanced back at my phone and read that the author said I might be his new 'muse' and was back to writing after a long absence of posting.
"A very good day indeed," I whispered into my wine glass as I took another sip of merlot.
******
Later that night I was soaking in the tub thinking about being a 'muse'. I writhed in the warm suds of my bath and ran my hands up and down my thighs. That same mischievous grin crossed my lips again as my hands eased up to my pussy. This new 'relationship' via email with the author was just another aspect of my 'naughty side'.
I moaned softly as I rubbed my pussy under the water. I was always the 'good girl' growing up. I had to be - my father was a very protective - dare I say, 'over protective' - minister for crying out loud! Even all these years later, if he knew his daughter was masturbating at work while reading an incest story, his head would explode.
I moaned again as I slowly parted my pussy lips and gently worked my fingertip around my clit. I wanted to tease myself a bit, just like the story that made me finger myself at work. THAT was the aspect of the story that really got me going! It was SO much like my 'naughty side'. Even though it existed, it didn't manifest itself in sordid sexual activity at work - other than the occasional selfie in the ladies' room.
I was a one-man kinda woman. One boyfriend in high school, and one in college. While I didn't mind 'kinking it up' once in awhile with both of them, it was just with them. I didn't venture too far beyond that - much. Still, a dirty mind didn't hurt. I moaned as I began to dart a finger over my clit, thinking back to the story. I'd had several girl-on-girl experiences in my life, and that's probably why those scenes in the story had a HUGE effect on me. I imagined Diane with her friend Ashley and the things they did as I pleasured myself under the water. The orgasm brewing in me was going to be BIG!
FUCK! I actually slid back and let my head under the water as I came. I knew after being quiet at work I HAD to let out a wail this time, and I didn't want my husband to hear it. I shivered with delight under the suds and the water stifled my loud moans of pleasure as the orgasm shot through every inch of my body.
I took a deep breath as I resurfaced and rubbed the suds away from my eyes. Wow! If this was what being a 'muse' entailed, I was pretty sure I was going to enjoy it immensely.
******
"Oh my god," I moaned to myself as I hesitated for a moment before sending another reply to the author. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
But I was. I hit send, and sent off one of my selfies from the ladies' room at work. I sighed after sending it. This was two-fold duty. It helped satiate my 'naughty side', and I thought this was the kind of thing a good 'muse' would do. You help inspire your author, and if this pic could help, it was the least I could do.
I was just about to toss my phone into my bag and grab my coffee and head out to work, but I paused. I quickly opened up another reply to the author and attached two more ladies room selfies. These two were of me in a tight black dress, the second of which I was standing sideways, showing of my shapely legs, as well as my ample chest.
"That's what a good muse does," I said with a smile before tossing my phone into my bag, hoisting it over my shoulder, grabbing my coffee and heading out the door.
****** It was another 'typical' day at work. I didn't get myself off in my office though. However, I did snap another selfie in the ladies' room. The same mischievous grin crossed my lips as I hiked my bra back up and did up my shirt.
"My author will like this one," I giggled to myself as I looked at the image of myself on my phone. I made a mental note to send it to him after I got home.
I made my way back to my office to deal with excruciating minutia of the day. But knowing that I had a selfie of myself with my ample tits out, and was planning on sending it to a guy I didn't even really know, well that kept my lips curled up in that same mischievous grin for the rest of the day.
