I sat in my cubicle well after eleven o'clock and rubbed my sore neck and shoulders. I was so tired of these late night proposals that always had to be finished before morning. My boss, Andy, had a habit of dropping thick folders on my desk as he whisked his beautiful girlfriend out of the office every evening. I sneered at him behind his back, but I would never have dared to do so at his face.
The building was quiet with the light from my computer being the only thing casting a glow over the dark room. Rows and rows of cubicles filled the center of the large room and doors to various offices and board rooms were closed all around the edges. I should have been scared to be in here so late at night by myself, but I knew that the President of the company paid good money for the security firm downstairs.
Just as I finished a new paragraph, the icon in my upper left corner began flashing. E-mail. Sighing loudly, I leaned back and clicked the mouse with my right hand. It was from my boyfriend. Something meaningless about when I would be home. I typed a quick response and leaned further back in my chair. My body was aching from sitting all day as my eyes fell upon the pictures on my shelf. I missed my boyfriend, Shane, desperately. He had been away on business for two weeks and was finally home. I was stuck in this cubicle when I really wanted to be in bed with him. As the thoughts of what I was missing ran through my head, I trailed a hand down my shirt. Although I had never really imagined myself as the masturbating type, I thought that a few caresses might prompt me to get the tension out of my body. My nipples were hard as I circled them with my fingers. My other hand sat atop my thigh and I could feel it warming beneath my touch. Thinking of my boyfriend's monstrous cock, I slid my hand up my skirt and rubbed my pussy through the layers of lace. I loved this thong. It was my favorite one and I had put it on in anticipation of what was waiting for me at home.
The sensations building within me were almost surprising as I felt myself prop my legs up on my workstation and rub myself harder. I liked the way my legs looked in heels and it felt slutty to be rubbing myself in my office chair where anyone who walked by could see me. Sadly, I wouldn't have done this if I had thought that there was a slight possibility that someone was in the building to see me. I am a conservative girl. At the moment, however, I was a conservative girl with a burning need. Fleetingly, I thought that I should have tried masturbation earlier in my life. I never knew it could feel so good.
I felt my pussy growing moist through the lace so I slid my fingers underneath the fabric and inserted a long, thin finger between the lips. I didn't dive right into myself. Instead, I lovingly ran my finger up and down from clit to asshole. The sensation made me sticky and I could hear the wet slick as my finger moved. Something in my body urged me to go further and I placed a finger into my deep hole. That wasn't enough so I pushed two and then three fingers into myself. My free hand stopped stroking my nipples and also dove under the fabric of my thong. The addition made the thin string strain against my ass, deepening my pleasure. I spread my legs even wider and used my free hand to tug and pinch my clit. I was in ecstasy now and let out a soft moan, involuntarily. There was no way I was going to stop until I had cum.
Rubbing and moaning I began to throw my head back and close my eyes in pleasure. The position made me light-headed and I forced my inserted fingers to pound my hole harder. Reaching climax, I let out a yelp and felt the juices flow freely all over my hand. My chair was soaked with cum and my panties were a total waste. I stood up carefully and removed them. The thought of sitting at my desk without panties on made me instantly hotter. Smiling to myself, I wiped my messy hand on some tissues and headed for the bathroom.
"Where do you think you're going?" asked a voice from the darkness. I jumped in shock and turned to see my boss's girlfriend standing in the shadows.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, ignoring her question.
"I asked where you were going?" she said again with a hardened tone. I felt my heart race. If she was here, that meant so was he. I was pretty sure she had seen me and I wasn't sure how much trouble I would be in for masturbating in my chair at work. This was humiliating in itself, but I would not afford to lose my job.
"Um, I..." I trailed off.
"You better come with me," she said, gripping my arm with her hand. Her nails were long and dug into my skin as we walked. I knew better than to say anything.
"Please," I started to say.
"Shut up," she snapped. I complied. I was a little taken aback that this woman was so forceful. She always seemed like a mousey little thing when she was with my boss.
She led me to my boss's door and I felt my breath catch again. I thought about muttering please, but my words trailed off as she flung the door open. My boss was naked on the couch with nothing but a leather collar around his neck.
"Look what I found," she sneered as she shoved me into the room. "She was getting herself off in her chair! She made quite a mess!" My eyes lowered at the accusations.
I waited for my boss to try to cover himself or something, but he just stared at her expectantly. My heart was racing. It was awkward enough to have been caught masturbating the one and only time I had ever attempted it. It was quite another thing to be standing cum soaked in my boss's office as he sat naked on the couch in front of me. My eyes trailed down and I noticed his cock, thick and shiny amidst blonde pubic hairs. If he had been nicer to me in the past, I might have been turned on by the sight. It had been two weeks since I had felt a cock inside of me. I longed to get out of this situation and get home to my boyfriend.