The Slut Inside

I was fidgeting in my desk chair, watching the clock in the corner of my computer screen in anticipation. I had a client coming in soon, and something about him always left me with a wet pooling between my legs, even though we only ever discussed insurance-related matters. Sometimes after he'd leave the office, I'd go home and lay on my couch and imagine him coming in the door to have his way with me. Those thoughts wouldn't help me right now, as I heard the door chime and his footsteps approaching my door.

"Hi Terren! Early as always," I said in my customer service voice. I stood to shake his hand and motion for him to sit.

"Oh you know I can't resist seeing your beautiful smile Dani," he said with a wink as he shut the office door behind him and drops into the chair..

I try and fail to keep the blush from creeping up my neck as I sit back down, turning to the computer screen. I pull up his file and begin my preamble when he cuts me off.

"I'm not here to talk about insurance with you today, actually. It's a bit more...personal."

"You...what?" I say haltingly, confused and a bit nervous now.

"I had a feeling I'd never run into you in town, so this was the easiest way to get some of your time," he shared, still relaxed in his seat across from me.

I waited for him to continue, his amused face taking in my bewilderment. When I realize he isn't saying anything else at the moment, I try to prompt him.

"And why do you need a block of my time...? Seemingly badly enough to take up office time?" I'm going for a bit haughty and irritated, finding that I am in fact annoyed that this man is cornering me in my own workplace.

"I hope you didn't think I haven't noticed the looks you give me when I come in here. The flushing, the way you always touch your neck, the fact that you always seem to get warm and have to put your hair up. I can tell you want more of my attention than you let on."

He leans forward a bit now, and I lean back in response, utterly at a loss. I don't know what to say but try to rebut anyway.

"Terren this is wildly inappropriate, and I'm going to need you to leave now." I get up and start to walk past him to open the door. "We can discuss moving your files to another agent lat-" He'd grabbed my wrist as I walked past him and stood, backing me into the wall, his body surrounding mine.

"Inappropriate, sure. But I'm not wrong. You wore the shorter pencil skirt today, and heels. You wanted to show off for me a little bit, it's okay to admit it." He traces a finger across my collarbone and up my neck, pushing up on my chin so I meet his stare...it's all I can do to keep my legs from shaking, even as the heat blooms in my lower belly.

The heat must have reached my eyes because he smiled fully then. I open my mouth to say something but my throat has dried up. He takes the moment to slam his mouth onto mine, slipping his tongue against my own. The surprise of it knocks me off kilter and i start to kiss him back, melding into him before my sense of self returns and I pull my face away.

"Terren...no," I shake my head to regain some modicum of rational thought. "Absolutely not. Leave, now, or I'll scream for Nick to come help me."

He seems amused by this for some reason, and steps away.

"Don't worry, I'll have you screaming my name eventually. You just have to accept what you really are under there first." With that, he walks out.

As soon as the front door chimes to let me know he's left, I firmly shut my office door and collapse into my chair. My breathing is heavy and uneven but my nipples are harder than they have ever been and my panties are drenched. I look over at the clock again, and realize he hadn't even been here 10 minutes. It's close enough to 4pm that I shut everything down and pack up for the day, leaving without saying anything to my colleagues.

I space out the whole drive home and once I'm in the door, I collapse right onto my couch. Not even 30 seconds later, my phone buzzes. I lift it, the message preview showing it's from an unsaved number. Opening it, the text is brief. "I can see the slut inside you dying to be free. Let me know when you're ready to let her out."

It has to be from Terren. I don't respond, just lock my phone and let it drop to the carpet. I take my top off, trying to cool down. When I fall back onto the arm of the couch, without fully realizing it, my fingers trail along my collarbone where he'd touched me and instead of trailing them up my throat, I wrap them around my neck while my other hand tugs my skirt up and slips beneath the top of my panties. He was right, underneath everything, I am a slut, and I needed to give in. But it would only be to myself.

I tease my clit slowly, feeling the wetness spreading between my legs. My fingers circle, getting faster, before I slide them down, teasing my entrance. I slip two fingers in, gently at first while I get used to the sensation, then I move them faster, harder. I push into my g-spot while the heel of my hand grinds against my clit, my other hand tightening around my throat.

The need for climax fully hits me as thoughts of Terren coaxing me on, calling me a good little slut, spring unbidden to my mind, and I moan his name as my frantic fingers push me over the edge. It isn't enough, I need more.

Well, fuck...I strip off the rest of my clothes as I walk to my bedroom, splaying out on my bed as I pull some of my toys out of the bedside table. I open the windows to let the evening air cool me down as I prepare for what I'm sure is going to be a long night.

TERREN

Fuck she was so hot, denying what we both already knew was the truth. I waited in my car until she left her office, following her home. Thankfully she has a first floor apartment. Once I saw her go inside, I pulled her business card out of my pocket. It had her cell number listed under the office number...not very smart of her, but it was exactly what I needed. I typed up a little message of encouragement to her, sending it off and waiting to see if she'd play along. The read receipt came up almost immediately, but she didn't reply. Damn.

I sat in my car until it got dark, then slipped into the woods behind her apartment, giving me a clear view into her bedroom, blinds open. Surely she knew I'd be watching, right? She was fully naked, her delicious breasts on display as she cracked the window as well and laid on her bed. The lights went to a dim red glow, she must have changed them from her phone. I took my chance, sidling up to the building and peering carefully around the edge of the window. My cock immediately hardened nearly to the point of pain.

She was splayed out on her bed, pussy gleaming even in the dim light as she held a vibrator to her clit. How did she know I liked it when her pussy was completely bare? What a clever little slut she was for me already. She swapped the vibrator out for a cock-shaped dildo, and started fucking herself with it, hips thrusting in time with her hand. Her other hand was pulling and pinching her nipples...fuck I wish it was me, pulling at them with my teeth as she writhed against my hard cock.

I couldn't resist any longer, I had to relieve the pressure in my pants. I carefully pulled my cock free, and started pumping myself in time with her rhythm, losing myself watching her flushed body undulating in the soft red light. A near silent groan slipped past my teeth and I froze when I heard my name.

"Terren," a breathy gasp. It was her! Shit shit did she see me? Did she hear me? Would she call the cops?? I waited just a beat before making a run for it, listening harder.

"Harder Terren, please," she nearly whispered. I realized it then, her eyes clenched shut...she was thinking of me. I nearly climaxed at the thought. Yes my little slut, I will fuck you harder than you thought you could ever want. With that thought, I pumped myself harder, pleasure edging on pain, trying to wait until she came for me. Her breathing came harder, rougher. All at once her body was thrashing, she was moaning loudly, in that moment I spilled over the edge imagining I was spilling into her. Once my balls emptied and my head cleared, I carefully rearranged myself and slipped back into the tree line. Our time would come, soon.