A Bradley International Story
Note: This story coincides with the story Playing Again. Some of the scenes are the same, just from an alternate perspective.
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"Ooh, that's it. Slam that big cock into her. Pump her full," I moaned as I watched the busty brunette in the video get ravaged. I smacked my pussy with my palm, feeling my clit swell with each hit.
"Beat...her...pussy," I grunted along with each smack. I felt myself start to come just as the guy ripped his dick out of her and shot his load onto her back. I ground the heel of my hand into my mound and shoved my dildo deep inside of me. Cum leaked around the edges as shockwaves rocked my pussy, soaking the bed beneath me. I rolled over and fucked it into the bed savoring the last remnants of my orgasm.
"Mmm, that's what I needed," I sighed as I pulled out Donnie the dildo and kissed him on his sleek head. "Thanks again for helping out."
Nothing like a good hard cum to start the day. Today was not just any day either. Today was going to be a great day! First, I was in heat. That meant spending most of the day trying not to molest everyone. I know it may sound horrible, but it's not so bad; constantly feeling on the edge of cumming certainly raises the energy levels.
Second, I knew it was ok because it was going to culminate in one big, huge fuck-fest between Bella and myself. We had already made plans to dance together at the club tonight and I could not wait! The last time we danced together we almost finished each other off there on the floor.
Everything would be ok. All I had to do was make it through the day. Thanks to Donnie, I was off to a pretty good start.
I climbed out of bed and shuffled my way to the shower. I scrubbed myself, and Donnie, getting in a little more quality time while soaking up the hot water.
By the time I finished playing around, I had just enough time to dress and head to the office. My commute wasn't too horrible, so I didn't have to leave at the crack of dawn like most people. I grabbed my bag, threw in Donnie and my silver bullet, and headed out the door.
Thankfully, I made it to work early enough that few people were there. Mr. Bradley, my horrid sleazy boss, was nowhere to be seen. I tried having office sex with him one time but Mary, one of the mid-level managers, busted in before I could get anything good out of him. He shot his load on my face and was pretty much done after that. Thinking back on it, I should probably thank Mary for the interruption. I wasn't happy about it at the time, but now I'm glad it didn't go any further. Even a slut like me has limits.
I settled into my desk and started working on my current project. Howard Engineering, one of our biggest clients, had recently submitted a ton of requests and we were all scrambling to fill that request quickly.
Not only were they wanting data on their investments, they also wanted performance data for our company. I didn't know what was going on, but it certainly did make me wonder.
Just as I was losing myself in the spreadsheet, a disheveled Fran rushed in. "Barbara! Oh, thank God. I know this sounds weird, but do you happen to have a different shirt, maybe one not so form-fitting or low cut?" she sounded out of breath and she kept nervously looking around.
"I don't think so, hon, with those blessings you are sporting, anything I have would be tight. What's the matter? I think you look great and there is nothing on your shirt that I can see," I tried to reassure her.
"I can't wear a shirt like this to work! You know what will happen! I keep these things covered for a reason!" she almost shouted.
It took me a second, but I realized what she meant. She was worried about Mr. Bradley seeing her like that. The letch that he was, he would never leave her alone if he knew what was hiding under all those bulky sweaters she usually wore.
Here at B. I., employees with sex appeal were always trying to stay under his radar, and Fran had to be one of the most voluptuous women I knew. Her tits were massive, and her ass was nice and bubbly. The only reason
I
knew this, and the rest of the office did not, was because Fran danced at the same club I did. She had chosen that club because she knew there wasn't much chance that guys from the office would frequent it. It was usually a hangout for the blue-collar workers outside of town - farmers, truckers, factory workers - guys that had calluses on their hands and more than just one wad in their pants. She hoped to save up enough money from dancing to open up her own CPA office. I just did it when I was in heat and wanted a nice piece of meat.
"Ah hell, sorry, Franny. I wish I could help you. Just try to hide as much as possible. Maybe you'll get lucky and you won't have to see him all day."
"Doubtful. He has me doing a financial report for one of our clients. He has been asking me about it every day. If I don't have it for him today, I'm sure I will not like the repercussions."
Before I could offer any other suggestion, she hurried off to her desk.
I couldn't imagine what Mr. Bradley would do to her if she did not have that report in time. Instead of firing us, or docking our pay, he found inventive ways to punish us for poor performance. I did not envy her right now.
I got all tingly thinking about the various punishments he could mete out -- especially to someone like Fran. I had seen his dick before. It would fit nicely in her cavernous cleavage.
Feeling my need start to grow, I slipped my bullet into my dripping slit. No one was around and it didn't take but a second to reach up my skirt and pull my panties to the side.
I clamped my legs together to lessen the buzz coming out of my vagina. It also increased the stimulation (which was an added bonus).
"Good morning, sunshine. What's shaking?" Melanie asked as she came into view.
Thankfully, I was back into my spreadsheet when she walked up but I was so into my self-love session, I hadn't even heard her. Melanie was cool though. She and I had shared Donnie once or twice.
Grinning at her, I replied, "My bullet."
Her eyebrow went up a notch and she laughed. "Let me know if you need any help today. I'm willing to lend a hand...or whatever...if you need it."
The thought of spending some quality time with Melanie and the steady pulsing of my bullet brought me over the edge again.
"Thanks, I'll be sure to keep that in mind and thanks for sending me over. It was just the image I needed."
"Haha, you are quite welcome my friend. I will see you later."
It was nice to have friends.
I once again turned to my spreadsheet. At this rate, I might be done with this report next month.
I spent the next few hours plinking away at the keyboard letting my thoughts drift to tonight and the fun time I had in store for me. Bob, the owner of the club, was already anticipating a crowd tonight.
It had taken me, and Bella, a while to convince Bob that it was a great idea, but once he was on board, he went all out. He put up flyers and made sure all of his patrons knew what was happening.
At first, I thought Bella might want to choreograph our dance, but she said that she would rather go with what felt right. She suggested an outfit she had seen me wear before, but that was it. I had no idea what I was getting into, but my imagination was vivid and perverse. I couldn't wait.
I played through so many different scenarios that by the time I finished my report, my panties were soaked.
I decided it was time for a break. Maybe Melanie would be willing to join me. Her cubicle was on the way to the bathroom so it wouldn't hurt to ask.
