Five minutes until the next call, Joanne thought, feeling her heart rate rising. "This time I'm doing it", she murmured to herself, noting a slight tremble in her voice. She stood up and walked to her bedroom. Three years of a global pandemic and I'm still living alone, she thought. At first, working from home had seemed like a fun break from her routine. But now, she was just tired. Tired of showing up to work in her pajamas, just making sure her hair, face, and top were presentable for video... And that's if she had to turn on her camera. It'd been months since she'd last done that in any call with more than four people.
So that's how stuff started getting interesting. First, she'd joined a call in her underwear. She still couldn't decide if she'd done that out of sheer laziness or if subconsciously she'd already known. Regardless, halfway through the call Joanne started feeling that particular tingle between her legs. As soon as the call had been over, she'd closed her work laptop and begun rubbing her already swollen clitoris. She'd come within seconds. And then she came again. And again... Twenty minutes later, her wrist was sore, her panties were a complete mess, and she had over 10 unread emails (none really important).
Ever since, Joanne had been daring herself to do more. She'd joined a call without anything on (with the video off, of course!). She'd joined a call without anything beneath her waist and then turned on the video, making damn sure her face and shoulders were the only thing in frame, obviously. And finally, she'd started masturbating, quite furiously, during calls, while keeping herself on mute and with video off.
All those times, she'd fantasized about one thing, and today she was finally doing it. She grabbed her favorite vibrator- a Satisfyer 2- and looked in the mirror one last time. She smiled. Her sky-blue shirt and black jacket made her look professional on camera. Her black skirt, although perhaps a tad too short, would not have been out of place in most offices. Of course, the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties and was already dripping wet would not be considered precisely professional... What would Sarah, her boss, say if she knew she was showing up to meetings with her pussy exposed?
Realizing her call was about to start, Joanne headed to her work station. She made sure her face was in the frame, her breasts just out of it, and clicked "join call", "turn on camera".
"Hi everyone!" she said, smiling at her co-workers, and making sure for the hundredth time that only her shoulders and face were in the video. After some polite conversation, she muted herself. As with every department-wide meeting, there would be about 30 people attending, and keeping the camera on was a company requirement "to ensure staff morale".
Joanne could feel the fabric of her skirt grazing against her legs, her thighs, her butt cheeks. She shifted and felt her skirt rub lightly against her mound. She clenched her jaw, making sure her image in the video remained calm, and grabbed her Satisfyer from her desk. After making sure (again) that she was definitely muted (she was), she turned it on and spread her legs, lifting her skirt. Her hand was shaking as she brought the vibrator in between her thighs. She couldn't suppress a shiver as it made contact with her clit. Had anyone noticed?
Joanne stifled a moan as the Satisfyer began sucking her clit, while vibrating ever more powerfully. The pulses of air were getting more and more intense. "Fuck!" she screamed, and once again made sure she was muted (she was). Her hips were grinding against her vibrator, waves of pleasure building up. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Joanne moaned as an overpowering orgasm washed over her.
Had anyone noticed? Jane from accounting was done presenting, and now Sarah, her boss, was walking them through the next quarter's priorities. Everyone appeared just as bored as she would have been. Great. Joanne was determined to enjoy her time. She turned the vibrator's intensity to a minimum and, with a small shudder, brought it back in between her legs. It's a wet mess down there, she thought, licking her lips.
Her phone buzzed. Joanne ignored it, the feel of her vibrator against her clitoris too intense to pay attention to anything else. She could actually hear how wet she was. Without realizing, she closed her eyes and leaned her head slightly back, just enjoying the pulses and vibrations against her clit. And Sarah's voice made perfect background noise as she droned about the importance of --wait, Sarah's voice? Shit, she thought. The meeting!
She opened her eyes and straightened herself so quickly she almost got whiplash. She was still muted, and the video frame was still focused on her shoulders and above. LFuck that was close, she thought, smiling to herself. She knew she would enjoy the risk but she was still surprised at how much it just worked.
She put her Satisfyer on her lap and began rubbing her clit over her skirt, the fabric already drenched in her pussy juices. Absent-mindedly, she looked at her phone. Four messages from Julie, her colleague and friend. She opened them out of instinct. The first one was "OMG what are you doing?". The second one was a photo of Julie's screen, showing Joanne's face evidently mid-orgasm. "Fuck it, I'm doing it too!" said the third message, and the fourth was a photo of Julie's open thighs, her panties at knee-level, with a clear wet spot.
Joanne's eyes searched her laptop screen, until she found Julie. She was keeping her composure, but Joanne knew her well enough to know she had at least two fingers in that gorgeous cunt of hers.
"Are you fingering your ass yet?" she texted Julie. "We both know you cum harder when you do."
She saw the smile on Julie's face as she got the text. Instead of replying, Julie just nodded slowly. Then she brought her hand up and very casually put her finger in her mouth.
"Of course I was. Tastes good, btw. Want some?" Julie texted her.
Joanne's fingers started going in and out of her pussy, her skirt and chair were completely drenched now, and the sound her fingers made as they went in and out was loud enough she could hear it over her headphones.
"I have three fingers in my cunt" she wrote back. "And the fourth one will join soon. No assplay today ;)" Joanne responded.
"If you finger your ass, I will moan off-mute".
Without even thinking about it, she took her pinky finger all the way into her pussy, making sure it was completely wet. Then she adjusted herself and rammed it knuckle-deep into her ass. She could feel her other fingers through her insides. Fuck but she loved that feeling. Her eyes rolled and she had to bite her lip. She knew Julie had noticed. Sure enough, she heard a very soft moan, almost a sigh and a cough almost immediately afterwards, Julie's attempt to mask her moan, perhaps. Had anyone else noticed? Did it matter? (It did, of course!).
She could feel her fingers through her insides. Fuck, this was too hot. Her hips rocked back and forth against her fingers and hand with a will of their own. She could not remember the last time she'd felt this... This hunger inside of her. It was as if her holes were eager to get everything and anything inside of her.
Her fingers still moved in and out of her pussy and asshole. Fuck, this felt so good. She could feel her knuckles bumping against her labia, her juices flowing through her fingers, onto her palm and then to her chair. She lifted her knee further, letting it into the frame of the camera.
