Lane was wet. Her alarm had gone off and she woke with her leg thrown over a pillow, her phone nestled between her sopping pussy and the pillow she had been fucking in her sleep. The vibration, although not quite against her pussy how she needed it to be, only encouraged the blood pulsing pleasurably.
Groggily, she reached into her bedside table and palmed a bullet vibrator. Switching it on high, she maneuvered it to press tightly against her clit, the tip teasing her entrance. Gasping and thrusting forwards, she placed her hand on her phone and extracted it. The phone continued to make noise as Lane reached to turn it off. The humming from her pussy and the feeling of heat and wetness emanating from her distracted Lane from cracking her eyes to look at the screen in her hand.
Her right hand loosely holding her silent phone, running the device over her nipples as her hips thrust slightly against the vibrator. Lane’s left hand slid down her body before entering her panties and jarring the vibrator against her clit. The movement caused a small moan to leave her, as her left hand gripped the bullet a little tighter and began to slide it up and down her slit. Soon, more of her wetness spread to her lips and the vibrator was slick in her fingers.
Lane’s mind wandered back to sleep, waking up soaked from a dream. The warm hands running confidently across her body, tweaking a nipple or pinching her skin between strong fingers. The mouth following more leisurely, with a sneaking suck or lick and the occasional nip. Gasps fall from Lane’s mouth and moans litter the otherwise quiet bedroom. Those hands, teasing their way across her body, were finally so close to her sopping wet pussy. The ache between her legs begged for something, anything, from these hands.
The buzzing of the vibrator was fusing with the memories of the dream, and Lane could feel fingers brushing along her inner thighs. The soft strokes were meant to tease just as much as the pinches and hot breath fanning across her nether-regions. The hands disappeared, her hips coming off the bed seeking more stimulation.
“Please, oh God, please please,” Lane’s moans took on clearer meaning as the vibrator circled her clit, her mind occupied with how it would feel to have those hands end the teasing and fuck her. Her vibrator, as though her hand had a mind of its own, slid down to the opening of her pussy, leaving her clit humming and hot and untouched, before slowly sliding into her dripping hole. Her dream continued to play out in her mind, the tension building up as she became more and more focused on orgasming.
One hand returned to her heaving breasts, rolling her nipple between fingers before beginning to pull and release, leaving the nipple to harden and Lane to moan. Her moaning deepened as she felt the other hand line up two fingers at her pussy. She held her breath as they stayed there, both hands halting their motions. At once, they pinched her nipple and thrust their fingers deep into her pussy, leaving her to buck at the pleasure. They continued to thrust, and her nipples were aching the way they were being pinched and pulled. Lane lay there, moaning, as her hands masturbated, trying desperately to orgasm and feeling it quickly approaching.
Her body was arching, her pussy drenched and clenching around the bullet vibrator and she was moaning spectacularly when she was jarred from her pleasure by the trumpeting of her alarm.
In no time, her body was no longer close to orgasming. Frustrated, she groaned and turned off the bullet vibrator. Looking at her phone, she flung off the covers.
“Fuck!” The muttered curse was accompanied by a flurry of movement. For the second time this week, Lane was going to be late because of her stupid, horny cunt. Having not heard the alarm between her legs, it had been her second alarm going off this morning. escort bayan Which meant she had no time to shower off the lust and sweat and moisture from masturbating.
Lane’s brown hair, normally washed and contained, ran wild with knotted curls. Her thrashing had led to snarls that she had no way of dealing with when this pressed for time. She ran a comb through some of the thicker knots before huffing and putting it up in a quick – and very messy – bun. With no time for proper make up, she threw some fresh mascara on and some tinted chapstick. Her blue eyes, already framed by long lashes, stood out against her flushed face, pink from lingering lust and exertion from rushing.
Lane Henderson was horny for a very good reason. She had been broken up with for seven months and, besides a few flings here and there, she had gone without consistent sex in a good long while. Living alone gave her the privacy to jack off once she walked through the door, but was never quite as satisfying as the feeling of a woman bringing her to orgasm. At the moment, scurrying around her room to find work-appropriate clothing, the thought crossed her mind that she was nearly desperate enough to find a man.
No, I still have a long way before I become that desperate.
Lane rummaged through her underwear drawer, searching for something dry that wouldn’t tease her poor wet pussy to orgasm at work. Finally, a pair of pink cotton underwear was pulled up snugly against her, dampening on contact with her vagina. Grey slacks and a light green shirt accompanied them, along with a pair of sensible heels.
Finally ready, Lane searched her bed for her phone. She pocketed that, as well as the bullet vibrator that had been next to it. Hesitating by the front door, she ran back for the charger as well. She couldn’t shake the urge to masturbate and swiftly pressed the vibrator down her pants to settle against her clit and between her pussy lips.
The car ride to the office was fast. Too fast for the slight buzzing from Lane’s seat to do much more than tease her. The thought that people could tell from their cars as they were stuck in light traffic that the attractive woman next to them was letting out breathy moans and wriggling against the vibrator in her panties continued the torment. Unfortunately, for Lane’s pussy at least, she arrived at work an hour late. She gathered her purse, pausing to click the bullet off before exiting the car and hurrying into the lobby, her pussy throbbing.
She flashed her badge at Amy, the secretary near the elevators, and gave an apprehensive smile as she hurried through the empty lobby. Amy’s sweet voice filtered towards her.
“Good morning Ms. Henderson. See you for lunch?” Amy and Lane had become friendly over the last few weeks, since Amy joined the company at the beginning of the quarter.
“Amy, you know it’s Lane. Sorry, I’m running late so I may have to work through lunch today. Maybe drinks after work?” Lane had reached the elevator and was waiting for it to arrive.
“Works for me, Lane! Good luck with Ms. Russell. I know she’s a stickler.” The last comment was met with a huff and a small chuckle as the elevator doors opened.
“You’re telling me,” was Lane’s muttered response, lost as the doors closed around her.
The silence of the elevator gave Lane a moment to come to a small conclusion. She was too damn horny to deal with this right now. She had teased herself into a frenzy and she was desperate to get herself off. It was going to be a long day.
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As expected, Ms. Russell gave Lane a stern talking to. Unexpectedly, she was not wriggling in her seat because she was uncomfortable about getting in trouble with the boss. The pressure of the bullet vibrator teasing open her vulva lips and allowing her wetness to well out of her pussy to soak tuzla genç escort her panties. One end lodged itself against her clit, the seam of her slacks pressing it firmly against her.
Even without the device turned on, it was teasing her to no end. She could hardly pay attention to her boss’s disproving words, although the gist penetrated her lust-driven fog.
“The second time this week! You’ve got to come when you’re meant to.” She continued, but the double entendre of her words just sent a twang through Lane. She continued for several minutes, minutes which dragged as Lane was tempted by her toy. Finally, Ms. Russell paused. “Try not to be late in the future or we’ll be forced to take disciplinary actions. Get some work done, Ms. Henderson.” She stood from leaning on her desk, turned from her squirming employee and sat at her computer.
“Thank you, Ms. Russell. It won’t happen again,” the words sounded a little too breathy for Lane’s taste, but Ms. Russell began to type and Lane treaded hastily to her own office.
The majority of the floor were desks and cubicles. The edges had offices, conference rooms, bathrooms, and various other nooks and crannies. Sitting at her desk, her mind could not escape the feeling of the vibrator. Knowing how good it could make her feel tempted her beyond belief. After squirming for about an hour, Lane couldn’t stand it. She cracked her door shut before turning on some music and her vibrator. The music masked the sound of the vibrations, and also covered up the suspicious lack of typing.
Her pussy was still as soaked as it was that morning, when she was about to cum. The thrill of driving through town with that vibrator humming against her clit still raced through her body, coupled with the thrill of being berated by her, admittedly, very attractive boss. Thoughts of ‘disciplinary actions’ trailed through her thoughts. The activation of her vibrator did nothing to dissuade her humping her office chair. She tried to make her movements as unobtrusive as possible, rolling her chair back a pace before quickly rolling towards her desk. Her sudden stop near the desk made her want to gasp, as all the shifting and vibration did.
Her skin was getting hot, and she could feel her face redden with the effort it was taking not to moan and grunt as she got herself off in her office. Her stomach dropped at the thought of her coworkers seeing her, and mid-roll she looked around her monitor to check in on those outside of her office. While she couldn’t see anyone paying any extra attention to her, the threat of being discovered made her want to orgasm that much more. Her nipples begged for attention and it was both frustrating and tantalizing that she couldn’t give in to her every sexual whim.
Thoughts of the woman from her dreams snuck into her office ministrations unbidden, and she became excited at the thought of what this woman would do to her here. She would be under the desk, sucking on her clit and sliding her fingers in and out of the folds of Lane’s pussy. Lane would have had her headphone set on to act as though she were on the phone, to account for all the noises she would make at the attention of the woman down near her pussy. One of Lane’s hands would be on her desk, probably clenched on the edge to resist reacting to the hot mouth pulling and swirling around her clit. The other would be firmly gathered in the woman’s hair, holding her face to her clit, Lane’s hips grinding her pussy into her lover’s face.
Lane couldn’t help the few small noises she made as her pussy gushed with pleasure as she orgasmed. Afraid of being too loud, she quickly ripped the vibrator away from her clit, gasping and then sighing with disappointment with the unsatisfying orgasm. She was breathing heavily, the music playing unnoticed as she thought of the woman she imagined under tuzla kendi evi olan escort the desk. Catching her breath, she checked the office once more.
Across the room, she saw beautiful brown eyes gazing smoothly into her own. In disbelief, Lane focused herself on her coworker. Anne, a woman who always affected Lane’s pussy positively, smirked at her across the room. Lane’s stomach dropped and her pussy spasmed as Anne’s face replaced the vague one of her mystery woman.
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Anne was never one to shy away from sex. She knew what she liked and she wasn’t afraid to get it. When she got to work that morning, early as always, she went to the bathroom and quickly rubbed her clit to a short orgasm. She felt it always helped her work better, to get it out of the way early. Anne was of the mindset that if she got her blood pumping and got rid of the desire to orgasm, she was much more focused until lunch or after work, when she could take more time.
Anne noticed when Lane hurried past her desk to Ms. Russell’s office, mainly because she thought she caught a faint hint of pussy. At first, she thought it could be herself, if she hadn’t cleaned herself well after her morning peak. While glancing around her, she caught a look at Lane’s ass in those grey slacks, and while admiring the view, saw a slight wet spot between her legs.
That can’t be right, Anne thought to herself, but even as she went back to work, she couldn’t get the thought of that pussy, wet enough to soak panties and pants alike, and fingering her until her curls fell from the bun on her head. She couldn’t get past the thought of having those smooth thighs squeezing her head as she made Lane orgasm again and again. I wonder how wet I could make her.
Anne hadn’t seen much of Lane, just the occasional smile and small talk in groups. Thinking about it, Anne could vaguely remember being introduced to her the year before, when Lane had joined the company. She could remember that she had found Lane very attractive – and obviously still did- but that Lane had a girlfriend. A jolt of jealousy ran through Anne at the thought of the woman lucky enough to fuck that pussy every day, the woman who was able to pleasure that beautiful woman.
When Lane walked past Anne to her office, Anne tried to catch a glimpse of her ass, but more on her mind was the wet spot she could swear she saw. Anne tried to put the fat ass and liquid pussy, just a short distance away, out of her head. She was able to do so, and get some work done, until she noticed Lane stand up and crack the door shut. She was close enough to hear a faint hum of music and was about to write it off when she saw Lane reach a hand beneath the desk. It wasn’t there long enough to be fingering herself, but even at her desk Anne could see Lane’s hand clenching her desk.
As Anne continued to sneak glances at Lane, she noticed Lane’s full mouth was slightly parted and her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. Her eyes were screwed shut, and judging by how her tits looked in that blouse, she was breathing harder and harder. At one point, she started to look around, and Anna quickly looked back to her monitor. During the brief distraction, Anne noticed how fucking hot Lane made her. Her pussy was betraying the daily schedule by becoming wet and in need of some serious attention.
By the time Anne glanced up from beneath her bangs, Lane’s rolling movement was getting less smooth, more urgent. Anne couldn’t look away. Lane’s bottom lip was tucked between her teeth and Anne could tell by the way her body tensed and her head dropped when Lane orgasmed. Her lust clouded her brain and she stared openly on the act of lust across a few desks from her. She was watching Lane gather herself together and undoubtedly try to clear the fog of sex from her mind. It made her even more horny. And then Lane’s bright blue eyes darted to her own and her lips parted in surprise and Anne’s pussy got wetter in response.
There was nothing for Anne to do. She looked Lane in the eyes and, with a slow smile spreading across her face, she winked.
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