Author's Note: To get background on the characters, please read the previous chapters. Thanks to everyone for all the kind comments I've received so far. Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, or if it is offensive to you. All characters are fictitious. All events are fictional. Any similarities in this story to real events or people are unintentional.
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Suzanne glanced at the clock when she ended her cell phone conversation with Tom.
Damn! It was only 2 o'clock. She had at least another two hours before she could go home. She would have to sit here in her office with the vibrators stuffed in her pussy and ass until then.
She couldn't even go to the bathroom with them in.
And then there was the taste of stale cum in her mouth. She couldn't do anything about that, either.
But worse than any of that was the memory of how she had humiliated herself at the board meeting.
She must have looked like some sort of slut wiggling her rear like that. How could she ever face those people again?
As these thoughts were running through her mind, she looked clock again.
It was 2:30.
Without thinking her hand went to the remote and turned both switches on.
The vibrators started moving.
"Ohhh," she moaned, closing her eyes and soaking in the sensations.
Every time the vibrators turned on, it was harder to fight the fire burning in her loins.
As much as she hated to do it, she slipped her hand inside her panties and started stroking her clit. Perhaps that would help the vibrators send her over the top.
Instead it only added to her frustration.
At 2:40, despite her mind screaming, "No!", she turned off the vibrators.
The process was repeated at 3, 3:30 and 4. Finally, she composed herself the best she could, packed her briefcase and left the office.
It was still difficult to walk while double-stuffed, but she was getting better at it.
"Headed home early?" her secretary asked.
"Yes, it's been a long day," Suzanne said truthfully, then hurried out of the office.
She was nearly home when she glanced at her dashboard clock and saw it said 4:29.
"Oh no," she thought. She would have to turn the vibrators on again soon. There was no way she could drive when that happened.
She frantically looked for a place to pull over, but it was too late.
The clock turned to 4:30 and she flicked the vibrators on.
Suzanne clenched her legs together and bit her lip, fighting for composure. She barely avoided an accident as she swerved across the lanes of traffic to an exit, then pulled into the nearest parking lot.
There she was able to throw her head back and ride out the waves of pleasure the vibrators produced.
When she finally regained her senses, she got a shock.
A burly policeman was tapping on her window.
"Oh, my gosh," she thought. "How much had he seen?"
She rolled down her window.
"Is everything okay, miss?" he asked.
"It is now," she said, trying to steady her breath. "I ... wasn't feeling well."
"It looked like you were feeling pretty good to me," he said with a knowing smile. "Try to wait until you get home for that kind of stuff."
She turned beet-red and hung her head in shame.
"Yes, officer," was all she could muster.
Then, he was gone.
Suzanne looked around and her nightmare got worse. She had pulled into the parking lot of a seedy adult book store and lingerie shop.
She was about to pull away when the flashing sign of the lingerie shop caught her eye. She was somehow drawn to it.
Suzanne got out of her car and headed for the shop.
Inside was the widest array of sex toys, tapes and fantasy outfits she had ever seen. Without exactly knowing why she did it, she picked out an outfit and hurried to the counter.
"Don't you want to try it on first," grinned the grimy man at the counter.
"No," she said quickly. "I'm in a hurry."
And she was. It was about 10 minutes to five. She had just enough time to get home before the clock would trigger another vibrator incident.
