Boytoy For My Colleagues Pt 02

The Monday that we all went back to work was a weird one for me. As I entered the office in the morning, Kyla looked up from behind the reception desk and we made eye contact.

"Morning," I said, nodding. Kyla nodded back without a word.

I walked past her and turned a corner to get to my desk. Despite Kyla having seen me jerk off AND helping me jerk off just last weekend, I wasn't sure how close we were. Were we supposed to act closer in the office now? Or were we supposed to act like nothing had happened entirely?

Whatever the case, the rest of the day went by without any further interaction between us, and before I knew it the working day was almost over.

Our colleagues usually start heading off around 5pm, although many of us stay on until 6pm or even later. But at 5pm sharp I received a message on our company's intranet messaging platform from Kyla.

"Please come find me at the front desk in 15 minutes. Need your signature on something."

I narrowed my eyes. I wasn't expecting a package that day. Was this going to be what I was thinking it could be?

And so at 5:15pm I walked over to the front desk where Kyla was.

"Hello," Kyla greeted me as I approached her.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Over here," Kyla gestured with her head to follow her, and she stood up. She walked round behind her desk and down a short corridor that led to our office mailroom. As I followed behind her, I took the chance to admire her outfit; she was decked in a dark navy blazer over a plain white blouse. She wore a fitting pencil skirt today, highlighting her exposed calves. Her hair was let down today.

Kyla opened the door to the mailroom and held it for me as I stepped in. She closed it behind her.

"You owe me something," she said.

"You said something about needing my signature?" I asked.

Kyla sniggered. "Fuck you, man. You owe me an orgasm."

I laughed, knowing that she had no way intended to talk about work.

"What, here?" I asked.

"Got a problem with that?" She asked back, grabbing me by the collar and turning me round such that my back was facing the mailroom door. This way, should anyone open the door, my back would prevent them from opening it more than a few inches, preventing them from seeing inside and giving us time to fix ourselves up.

"Not at all," I said.

"There's a good boy," Kyla said, a smile on her face that I never saw her with at work.

Reaching down, Kyla gently squeezed my junk through my pants.

"Why don't you begin growing for me," she purred, rubbing me through the pants.

"Do you mind if I get a bit more comfortable?" I said, already beginning to unbuckle my belt.

Kyla responding, however, by abruptly squeezing me with more force than usual.

"OW, what the fuck?" I involuntarily jerked my body back, hitting the door behind me.

"Not all the way down, idiot!" Kyla hissed at me. "What if someone comes in and sees your bare ass? Just unzip and take it out from there."

That actually made sense to me. After re-buckling my belt, I unzipped my pants and popped out my member that was already beginning to grow.

"Hey lil' guy," Kyla said, smiling as she watched my cock twitch in the air.

"Don't call it little," I said.

"Oh grow a pair," Kyla said, reaching down and taking my cock in her hand. She began to rub me with a reversed grip (reversed in my direction, since she was facing me), and I involuntarily closed my eyes as Kyla massaged my cock.

"Fuck, yes," I breathed. It felt so good.

"You got your cum ready for me?" She asked.

I nodded. Even though our beach BBQ party had been 2 days ago on Saturday, I purposely saved myself up on Sunday for any possible sexual interaction today. Good thing I had foresight.

"Good, because you can't cum yet," Kyla let go of my cock.

I opened my eyes and looked at her, disappointment all over my face.

"Don't worry, I've got an idea," Kyla said, before reaching for a shelf and picking up a small cardboard box. She opened it and took out 2 small metallic pill-shaped pellets. They each had a wire running out of one end which connected to a small remote.

"Vibrators?" I asked, recognising what she was holding.

Kyla nodded. Reaching again into the box, she took out a small black silicone ring which I recognised as a cock ring.

"Now, just let me do this, okay?" Kyla said. I nodded.

First, Kyla popped the cock ring into her mouth and moved it around in there for a few seconds. At first I thought she might put it on me using her mouth, but then she took it out again.

"Get it slippery," she explained, before reaching down and slipping it around my cock head, sliding it down my shaft and securing it around the base.

"There, snug and cosy," she said.

Kyla then took out a condom from the cardboard box.

"Can't have you cumming all over the mailroom," she said. She deftly opened the condom and slid it onto my cock with her hands. It was just the right size.

"Can't I just cum into your mouth or something?" I asked.

Kyla smirked. "You better earn it, tough guy," she said.

Finally, the vibrators. Using some packing tape, Kyla strapped one vibrator just underneath my cock's frenulum, and the other right above the cock ring on the base.

"Tight enough?" She asked. I nodded.

"Okay, now hang on to your balls," she said, picking up the remote that controlled the vibrators. With her eyes fixed on my face, she pressed a button on it, and the vibrators sprang to life.

My reaction was instantaneous. I gasped as a constant rhythm of vibrating pleasure began shooting through my cock.

"Oh wow," I said. It felt incredible.

Kyla pressed another button, and the vibration rhythm began to change.

"It's on random now," she said.

The vibrators were now regularly shifting between weak, medium, and strong vibration settings. There was a soft humming sound filling the mailroom as the vibrators worked on me, and I had to remind myself to keep things as quiet as possible as we were still at work.

"Oh, that's good," I said, a big smile on my face.

Kyla reached over and put the vibrator into my pocket.

"Let's leave that there first. Now it's my turn."

Kyla sat herself up on top of a bunch of metal shelves along the walls of the mailroom. She pulled her skirt up to reveal she was wearing a pair of pink lace panties.

"Now pay me back for that orgasm you owe me," she said.

Grinning from ear to ear, I bent over to get a closer look at what I had to work with.

I pressed a finger into Kyla's panties to discover that they were damp. She was already wet!

"You're excited, aren't you?" I said, pleased to see this.

"Just make me cum, dammit," Kyla snapped, clearly trying to hide her embarrassment at being so turned on by this whole situation.

Smiling to myself, I began to rub Kyla's pussy through her panties. First with one finger, then two, then three, then back to two because three fingers felt a bit uncomfortable for me. Two fingers were just nice for me to apply consistent pressure against Kyla's panties, and apparently Kyla felt the same way from the way she moaned.

"Ohhhhh," she said, covering her mouth with her hands to muffle her voice.

I had to remind myself to shift things up for Kyla, otherwise the vibrations along my cock would've kept me distracted the whole time.

Pulling her panties down, I was greeted to a clean-shaven vagina, pink in health. It sounds a bit weird to say it, but it looked quite lovely.

"Wow," I said out loud.

"What?" Kyla asked, sounding concerned.

I looked up at her. "No no, I just mean it looks very well-taken care of," I clarified.

Pleased with my explanation, Kyla nodded.

With my fingers, I spread apart Kyla's pussy lips to examine it a bit better. Indeed, her pussy had a healthy glow all around, and it looked absolutely inviting. There was the usual smell of fishiness that I'd already grown used to thanks to my previous sexual partners, but it was by no means revolting or pungent.

"I'm going in," I said. And with that I pierced her pussy with my index and middle finger.

Kyla was moaning now as I repeatedly fucked her with my fingers. It was a huge turn-on, seeing Kyla writhing in ecstasy on the shelf while I pleasured her with my fingers.

"Fuck, oh yes," Kyla said in a lustful voice, removing her blazer and tossing it onto the floor beside me.

I looked up at Kyla and focused on her chest. Her white blouse was significantly less sheer than what she was wearing last Saturday.

Deciding to act on my own, my left hand reached under Kyla's blouse and began snaking up her body. As my hand found Kyla's bra and gently grabbed the whole right tit, Kyla made no protest.

My right hand continue to fuck Kyla's pussy while my left began gently squeezing her right tit. Kyla squirmed and writhed on the shelf, while I gasped and breathed hard to control myself from not cumming from the vibrators strapped to my cock.

Deciding to kick things up a notch, I leaned down and gave Kyla's pussy a slow, long lick. I felt Kyla give a powerful shudder as my tongue flicked against her clit.

"OhhhHHhHHhHHHh," Kyla moaned louder than before.

"Hey!" I quickly said, looking up. Kyla covered her mouth, looking worried for a moment.

But I continued licking away at Kyla's pussy, using my tongue to weave in and out of her pussy walls, pressing my mouth against her groin. Meanwhile both my hands had made their way under Kyla's blouse and were squeezing Kyla's tits, having pulled down her bra and was now directly fondling her breasts against their bare skin.

I wanted to take a look. Angling my head upwards so I could keep my mouth on Kyla's pussy while looking up, My hands reached down and lifted Kyla's blouse, giving me a clear view of Kyla's cute B-cup titties. Just as I'd guessed, they were firm and supple, and both looked and felt like the chest of a much younger woman.

I continued to fondle away at her boobs, alternating between squeezing the whole tit and pinching away at her nipples.

Kyla's flushed face contorted by ecstasy and lust was such a turn on. She had her eyes half-closed from the pleasure and her tongue was hanging out of her panting mouth. She was no longer able to form cohesive words and was just breathing hard like a dog in heat.

Maybe it was because Kyla caught me staring, but she turned to look me in the eyes, just like she'd done on Saturday.

"Ray..." she moaned my name.

I pinched both her nipples and gently pulled on them.

She flinched and let out another dangerously-loud moan.

And that was it for me.

"I'm cumming!" I groaned as I was sent over the edge by Kyla's sexy moans. My body spasmed as I began to release my semen into the condom, while the vibrators continued to milk out more and more of my load.

I'd never came from vibrators before, and it felt fantastic. They were ruthless in their rhythm as they mechanically coaxed out my cum.

It felt insanely good.

Actually, too good.

As my orgasm began to subside, I became increasingly aware of how sensitive my cock was. And yet the vibrators were continuing to go on my organ.

My legs shivering slightly from the stimulation, I moved my hand to go get the remote from my pocket.

However, Kyla suddenly grabbed my arms. I stared at her.

"Nope," she said, grinning slyly.

"Kyla, please!" I said, as the vibrators began to over-stimulate my tender cock. My legs began shaking as waves of uncontrollable pleasure and agony overwhelmed me.

"Kyla!" I said again, but she was being adamant.

"Not yet!" She said, watching me squirm and shake with a big smile.

I was losing my mind, my legs turning to jelly as I was mercilessly toyed with by the remote vibrators.

"Kyla, please!" I begged, my voice becoming hoarse.

"Then eat me, finish me!" She commanded, her legs opened wide.

In desperation, I dived back down onto her pussy and began aggressively eating her. Kyla began moaning again as my tongue licked up every inch of her that I could reach.

"Fuck, yes!" She moaned, releasing my hands and instead grabbing the sides of my head, pushing me even deeper against her pussy.

But strangely enough, I didn't make an attempt to turn off the remote vibrators. My hands automatically went back to Kyla's boobs and began fondling and pinching again, despite the overwhelming surges of aching torture going through my cock to the rest of my body.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, yessss!" Finally, I felt Kyla give a mighty shudder and began to shiver as she reached her climax. I continued to slurp away at her pussy as she achieved sexual nirvana, dutifully pleasuring her as much as I could.

It might've been anywhere from 30 seconds to a whole minute, but finally I felt Kyla's body relax itself. Taking it as a sign that she was done with her orgasm, I lifted my head off of her groin, and saw that Kyla was leaning back against the wall, her eyes closed but her chest heaving as she caught her breath.

I took out the remote from my pocket and pressed a button, shutting down the vibrators on my cock and giving me sweet sweet relief. With nowhere to lean against, my legs gave way and I sat down heavily onto the floor of the mailroom.

"Fuuuuuuck, you know how to eat pussy!" Kyla exclaimed, looking down at me with a huge smile on her face. I smiled back and shrugged.

"I've had some practice," I said simply.

The two of us lay where we were for a few moments, just resting. Then Kyla got to her feet, putting her bra and blouse back on properly and slipping her skirt down.

"That looks like a lot," Kyla remarked, looking at my cum-filled condom. I chuckled.

"Well it did feel amazing," I said.

Kyla looked up at me. "So you really liked it?" she asked. "Being teased even after cumming?"

"It was... new for me," I admitted. "But it's not bad."

"Glad to hear that," Kyla said, holding out a hand to help me up. I accepted her hand and got to my feet.

With gentle hands, Kyla helped peel off the filled condom from my sensitive cock. I moaned softly as it came off, and watched Kyla hold it up to inspect my semen volume.

"Fuck, that's a lot of your little boys in there," she said, impressed by my output.

"There's more where they came from, you know," I said, indicating my cock that was slowly regaining it's erection again.

Kyla smiled, but shook her head.

"Nah, not right now. But I think you've proven that there's clear benefits to maintaining this casual relationship. We'll see how things develop, okay?"

I nodded, fully onboard with a friends-with-benefits situation.

Tying up my condom, Kyla threw it into the cardboard box for later disposal, along with the rest of the toys that she'd strapped onto my cock earlier.

"Hey, your panties," I said, picking them off the ground and holding them out for her.

Kyla gave them one look, then shook her head.

"You wanna keep them? As a gift," she said, smirking.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "You know I'm just gonna jerk off to them tonight."

"That's what I wanna hear," she said, smiling as she opened the mailroom door. I quickly zipped my pants and pocketed her panties before following her out the door.

That day was the first time we ever got frisky in the office. But it wouldn't be the last.