Sex at work
I rushed to work, greeted the security guard Kostik downstairs; wow, what a boy, I've wanted to writhe under him for a long time, but there's never time or opportunity, alas.
Flying into the office like a bullet, I plopped into the chair and began examining myself in the mirror of the wall cabinet. Yes, a fine little female! My wet hair had dried a bit on the way and curled into fluffy locks, the light dress couldn't hide my taut nipples, I arched my back, looking at myself from behind, admiring my firm butt, spread my legs, admired the smooth, plump lips of my pussy, ran my finger along them and, sighing sweetly, turned on the computer.
First thing (aside from work stuff, naturally) I turned on ICQ and replied to the greeting of a new acquaintance, with whom I had sweetly discussed favorite positions and places for sex all day yesterday; it was very interesting and, seeing him online, I squirmed in anticipation of pleasant communication with my fingers and my favorite thick marker.
While Loki (that was his nickname) was talking about yesterday, that is, Friday evening, I slowly took the aforementioned marker out of the desk drawer; I had bought it once, tempted precisely by its size, diameter, and rounded tip. I put a condom on it and slowly began inserting it into my already quite wet pussy. After squirming in the chair, I assumed a comfortable position and, glancing in the mirror, began fucking myself with the marker; with one hand I typed Loki a story about last night, remembering it and getting aroused with renewed force, the marker slid in my pussy, I wielded it more fiercely, leaning back in the chair and half-closing my eyes.
Ideally, I should have locked the door, but I simply couldn't tear myself away from the pleasure anymore; and instead of getting up, I pulled my dress up to my chest and began pinching and kneading my nipples with one hand. A wave of warmth and heat was gradually washing over me, but I wanted to prolong the pleasure and, leaving the marker inside, moved closer to the computer and decided to tease Loki, he was just admiringly commenting on my nighttime adventures and telling me what he would do to me if he were nearby. Yesterday I had sent him my photo, and he hadn't had time to send me his in return yet; so he could quite imagine fucking me in all its details.
Loki: hey, tell me, what are you doing now at work, alone, on a day off?
Koshka: well...))) sitting in a short dress without panties, my pussy is dripping juice, inside me is a huge marker and I'm slowly going crazy with pleasure...
Loki: A marker?! O_o, holy shit... and your clit? Are you caressing it now?
Koshka: oh... right now I'm touching my swollen clit and... oh, I feel so good, I continue to insert the marker into myself, my hole is all wet, and my butt itches and also wants something inside it)))
Loki: don't you have another marker?)))
Koshka: I do, but I won't have anything to write to you with until I insert it.
Loki: I'll wait, will you send me a photo with those markers inside you?
I smirked and with trembling hands reached for the second marker, thinner, but with a decent bulge at the end; I really didn't fancy ending up in the "emergency room" with such a shameful thing as a marker in my own ass. I lubricated the marker with hand cream, stood with my back to the mirror and lubricated my anus. Slowly began inserting the thick marker into myself, watching and getting even more turned on by this picture: a girl with her dress pulled up, a wet thick marker sticking out of her vagina, pushing another marker into her butt and moaning with lust. My juices were already running down my legs, when suddenly an idea came to me that almost made me cum—I lowered my dress, straightened up, experiencing a burst of sweet pain in my butt, and left the office, intending to go smoke with Kostik, who, strangely enough, had never once come to me with that offer. The essence of my adventure boiled down to the extreme: what if the markers fall out?, to the sharp sensation that he doesn't even suspect that the girl standing and smoking next to him, talking calmly and unhurriedly, is actually writhing with lust and desire:)
— Kostik, are you here? — I called out to the security guard, entering the security room. Kostik was sitting at the computer, half-turned towards me, and stroking the bulge in his uniform trousers. Seeing me, he flinched and jumped up, hoping, apparently, that I hadn't noticed anything. I, however, didn't let on, called him for a smoke and we headed to the balcony.
— What are you doing? — he lit a cigarette and gave me a strange look.
— Oh nothing, sitting on ICQ, bored, you don't come, you're not nice, — I playfully reproached him and nudged his shoulder.
He grinned and leaned on the railing, glancing sideways at my chest with hardened nipples; I was breathing heavily from waves of heat running through my lower belly; but my legs, shiny with juices...
— Koshka, are there two markers inside you right now? — he suddenly asked hoarsely.
I was taken aback. — Uhhh... ahem, what? — I took a couple of steps back and this movement echoed with sweet pain in my butt, I involuntarily moaned and arched my back.
— So, two after all, — he was next to me and with a swift movement pulled up the hem of my dress.
He gasped at the sight that met his eyes; and I, the horny bitch, even turned my back and arched for a better view. He wiggled the marker in my butt, and that movement was enough for me to start cumming violently, moaning loudly and trembling. He abruptly pulled the marker out of my butt, unzipped his fly and pushed his cock into the still unclosed hole. From such a replacement I only moaned louder and thrust my butt towards him, striving to impale myself on the hot pole to the hilt.
— Are you Loki? Loki?! — I realized, gasping, and a new orgasm pierced me at the memory of how I had described last night's events to him.
— Figured it out, you slut, — he smirked, — I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, and then yesterday Antokha gave me your ICQ, and there you were yourself, so fuckable... Oh!
Kostik washed my holes, I licked his cock dry with my tongue, he inserted the marker into my pussy again and we went to the office.
Finally locked the door. I wanted more, I wanted to fuck more, especially since I finally got a good look at his cock—it had a huge, glossy red head, which I could barely manage to stuff into my mouth.
I turned around on his cock, sat with my back to him, leaned on his legs and increased the pace of movement, striving again and again to impale my hot hole on the stone-hard cock. Kostik, meanwhile, lubricated the thick marker with my secretions and inserted it into my butt, at which I howled and with renewed vigor began bouncing on the cock, while he fucked my anus with the thick marker and recorded what was happening on his phone's camera. My overworked red lips were burning with fire, my vagina convulsed, I slammed down onto the cock again and again, which, it seemed to me, was getting thicker and hotter.
He moaned, squeezing my thighs until they bruised; trembled and came, not waiting for me; his cock began to soften, but I wanted more and more, my insatiable cunt was on fire; but I slid off and stretched out next to him on the floor, rubbing my clit.
Kostik, understanding correctly, handed me the marker, and I finished the job with what I had started this morning—fucking myself with the marker, but now covered in cum, in front of Kostik who was filming me with his phone, shamelessly spreading my legs…
And I still have the recording, I sometimes rewatch it and masturbate, so there!