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Mel was fidgeting on her chair. It was 2 PM and she probably had to
stay in the office for at least another three hours. Three hours
before she could leave and to home to do something about that tension
that bothered her since lunch break. She worked in a bank's back
office, doing mostly administrative work and sometimes she got even
work she liked. It wasn't her favorite job, but it payed her bills and
not having a real degree, she was happy she managed to get this decent
payed job. She even got used to the dress code the bank asked its
employees to wear. The knee long skirt and blouse with a matching
jacket even looked good on her she thought, emphasizing her firm ass
and the jacket bulging enough over her D cup breasts in a way that
made many men looked at her. Looks that told her, they imagined having
these globes in their hands, fondling and squeezing them. And when
they walked behind her, she knew many of them imagined how she would
look like bent over with her round ass framing the cock that moved in
an out of her cunt, glistening with her juices. 

The only problem was, most men freaked out when they found out she had
a cock that rivaled theirs in size and girth. She sighed and tried to
concentrate on her work. This had to wait until she was home and could
take care of the burning need that distracted her from work. She
didn't know what caused it, but soon after she came back from the
break, she felt the tingle down there and her thoughts got more and
more distracted by the swelling thing that begged for attention. She
sighed again. It had been a while since she had sex, real sex with a
human being and not a toy. It was not that she would have been shy,
she loved sex, loved it in any way. She loved to be at the receiving
end of a cock. It didn't matter whether it was stuffed in her pussy,
her ass or she was giving head, but she also loved to be with a girl,
feeling the tight wetness of her walls hugging a cock. 

She felt how the memory of the last time she fucked a girl made her
cock stir and swell in the bandage she used to tie it down her leg and
keep it from making a tent in her skirt should she get aroused. It had
been a hooker she fucked in her room. The girl first thought she was a
lesbian, wanting an adventure. Mel smiled. It was always fun when they
found out about her not so little extra. It was about 8 inches long
when it dangled softly between her legs and by the time the hooker saw
it, it had grown to all its 11 inch glory. And now it was pressing
against the way too tight confines, the memories of the hookers face
when she felt her her semen being pumped in her womb were just too
good to be ignored. 

Mel bit her lower lip. The swollen cock was now being squeezed
uncomfortably, borderline to painful and she knew there was only one
way she could solve this. She got up, straightened her skirt and went
to the toilet - again. She smiled as all the stalls seemed to be
unoccupied, got into the one furthest from the entrance and locked it
behind her. She hesitated, listened if she was really alone and then
pulled the zipper of her skirt down, stepped out of it and then hanged
the jacket next to it on the hook that was on the inside of the door.
Embarrassing experience had taught her to undress when she did this
kind of things as cum stains on a jacket were always difficult to
explain. 

She looked down her leg. The shape of her swollen cock was outlined in
her dark grey, almost black pantyhose as it strained against its
prison. She pulled the pantyhose down, opened the bandage that forced
it along her leg and sighed as the pressure finally vanished and her
cock bobbed up. She touched it lightly, feeling the head almost touch
the soft swelling of her breasts and let out a deep moan. Her hands
moved down the shaft, feeling the veins under her fingers. The touch
felt electric as the fingertips moved slowly up the shaft until they
touched the purple mushroom head, a touch that made the cock twitch.
Her thumb caressed the head, feeling the velvet skin, teasing the
small opening until she felt slick wetness coat the finger. She sighed
again. As much as she loved toying with herself, this needed to be a
quickly, as she couldn't stay away from her desk for too long. 

She was stroking the cock now, pre-cum coating the palm of her hand as
she caressed the head. Her other  hand had opened the blouse and was
inside her bra, rolling and pinching a nipple between her fingers with
just enough pressure to feel pleasurable painful, a sensation that
made her close her eyes and moan again. She was breathing faster now,
the tingling sensations spreading from the head of her cock down the
shaft to her pussy. Her hand left her breast and moved down her body
to caress her lip, imagining soft lips caressing her slit when she
froze. 

The door to the ladies room had been opened again and she heard the
click clack click sound of high heels on the stone floor. The door
next to her stall got opened and she heard the sound of its lock as
the door was locked. Mel was holding her breath, trying to control her
breathing. Her face was flushed, burning with arousal. She was so
close, only moments from her relieve and yet she knew it was
impossible to finish it now as she would be unable to remain totally
silent. She looked at her swollen cock, framed by a hand that was too
small to totally enclose it. Its head was purple and swollen, staring
at her through the round valley of her breasts. She heard the zipper
and the rustling of clothes. Mel exhaled in relief as she heard the
familiar sound of pee splashing into the toilet. At least she would
leave soon. 

The mental picture of the woman sitting on the toilet, her golden
stream flowing from her flower made her shiver and she felt her cock
twitch in her hand. She heard the woman give a faint sigh of relieve
and smiled. She waited for her to flush the toilet and leave but
nothing happened. Mel felt her heart beat in her throat and for a
moment she was afraid the other woman would hear it. The silence drew
for an eternity until she finally heard the sounds she was waiting
for. The click clack click sound of the the unknown woman left the
room and Mel relaxed. 

She resumed stroking her cock. She moaned as she imagined standing in
front of the woman. The unknown woman was looking up at her, her face
flushed in embarrassment. She imagined her staring at the hard cock
Mel was stroking. The woman was biting her lower lip and although she
was clearly blushing as she was being watched taking a pee, she didn't
close her knees. Mel stroked faster and when she imagined the woman
peeing for her and she felt the contractions at the base of her cock
start. In her imagination, she was standing between the woman's open
knees, stroking her cock inches from her face. And again she heard the
pee splash into the toilet and she let go with a loud, guttural moan
as she imagined painting the woman's face with her cum as she was
peeing for her. 

Her eyes opened as she felt the cum force its way through her cock,
her hand squeezing it. She watched her cum arch into the air and land
on her belly, a splash even landing on her breast, leaving a wet stain
on the lace bra. She groaned again as another wave build, the
sensation so intense she bent forward and and felt the next volley
splash against her face. Her body jerked in helpless spasms as she
rode wave after wave of her climax until she finally relaxed with a
trembling sigh, her hand still clutching at the now slowly softening
cock. She shivered as she looked at her body, cum glistening on her
belly and coating her hand. She slowly lifted her hand to her mouth, a
low trembling moan in her throat as she tasted herself. 

Five minutes later she was back at her desk. She was still smiling as
she resumed her boring work, a smile that froze on her face when a
message from an unknown Gmail account appeared in her inbox. It had a
picture attached to it, but Mel didn't need to open the attachment to
know what she would find, the message's title said it all:

You smell nice when you're horny

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If you didn't please tell me as well :)

And - if the story gave you an erotic tickle - thank you :)

Those who liked it can find my other stories here:
http://cynfulangel.blogspot.com/

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