Fulfilling Their Savage Demands E-Book

Malory Chambers

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Fulfilling Their Savage Demands

Leseprobe

Fulfilling Their Savage Demands

(Billionaire Exhibitionist BDSM)

By Malory Chambers

Copyright 2015 Malory Chambers

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older

Caught Masturbating By The Boss

The documents on my left piled up like a monster behemoth threatening to take over my life. Sometimes I wondered if I'm the only person in the entire company capable of doing actually bookkeeping. On the other hand, my many, many colleagues sitting quietly in the cubicles surrounding me informed me that we are all vital, but replaceable parts of this massive multinational corporation.

I sighed and got started with the first mess of the records courtesy of the lawyers fifteen floors above us. The hundreds of cubicles separating large office were like little prisons cells, trapping us in enclosed spaces while we continued to slave away.

The smooth plastic walls that separated me and my colleagues were tall enough to prevent us from communicating to one another, or even see each other.

It did not take long for me to get tired of looking through numbers and figures. I took advantage of the privacy the cubicle gave me as I unbuttoned my jeans and reached a hand down my panties surreptitiously whilst keeping another hand on the scrolling wheel of the company mouse, pretending to be hard at work.

I bit my bottom lip, my finger touching the familiar wetness between my legs. "Mmm..." I moaned quietly, feeling a lust of excitement wash through me as I rubbed my sensitive clit. My colleagues continue to type away on their computers, their fingers tapping away noisily on their keyboards.

I was aroused at the thought of pleasuring myself whilst surrounded by my oblivious colleagues. The idea of getting caught with my hands down my pants was both exhilarating and horrifying.

It didn't take long for me to be breathless with arousal, my finger sliding in and out of my wet folds, feeling a buildup of urgency in my sex.

I slid a second finger into my folds, my eyes glued to the computer screen to continue feigning work, teeth digging into my bottom lip in my struggle to reign in my moans of pleasure.

Wanton lust rippled through my skin as I pushed my fingers as deep as they can go inside me, my back arching in pleasure. I threw my head back, breath hitching in my throat, skin prickling, blood humming.

My eyes closed to a half mast, all reason abandoned in favor of reaching my blissful climax. My hips gyrated, tilting forwards as my fingers continued to probe inside my folds, pussy twitching and pulsating in response to the mind-numbing orgasm.

I reached under my blouse and gripped my tit over my bra roughly, riding my climax to its full. I could feel my nipple becoming erect and bit back a groan. The fact that I was in a large office surrounded by dozens of accountants didn't matter. All that mattered was the sensation of absolute pleasure as my pussy clenched, gripping my fingers tightly in my orgasmic bliss.

"Ms. Monica Wheeler?" a voice whispered in my ears but I ignored it, continuing to ride my fingers buried in my sweet heat, shuddering and convulsing in pleasure, consumed in my own climax.

"Ms. Monica Wheeler," the same voice repeated, louder this time. I realized with a shock that someone was in my cubicle.

I came crashing back to reality and swiveled in my chair to come face to face with none other than the CEO of our company. I realized with a sudden rush of humiliation that my fingers were still deep in my sex. I quickly folded m [...]