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I did not realize how aggressively I was shaking my leg until it bumped against my desk and nearly toppled my coffee cup. I could not help it – each movement sent the Ben Wa balls swishing up and down inside me, making my already lubricated pussy even more so. My thoughts went immediately back to his placing them in me this morning.
He had lovingly prepared me by kissing my neck, nibbling on my ear, sucking my nipples as his fingers, so well acquainted with my folds, sliding over them, measuring them as if to memorize each layer. He had dipped first one, then another finger inside me once my juices began to flow, using it to deftly circle my clit. Placing his forefinger on top, he had pushed up my hood and teased the tip of it with his middle finger. But it was his other hand that drifted to my throat, grasping it, tightening until my head spun in a whirlpool of pleasure and dizziness, intensifying his play at my pussy.
Thinking back, it was neither the kisses, or the touches, not the grip on my throat that had made the flow of my honey, as he loves to call it, make his insertion of the cold, metal balls into me. It was the unquenchable passion with which he whispered in my ear, “Mine. Do you hear, all mine, whenever I want, as much as I want!” The hunger tinged with an unerving underlying threat for which I knew he would back up on any occasion that I challenged his assertion. The comfort...the security...the love expressed brought more warmth to my cheeks than the movement of the cum-slicked metal that remeinded me of what it is like to be filled by him, to have him back up his declaration no matter what I am doing at the time, no matter where we are – he always finds a way to take what he has claimed as his own.
My coworkers are always curious why I volunteer to transfer documents to be signed or relay mis-delivered packages to the proper department. Lttle do they know of the pleasure of the Ben Wa's stroking me with each step, gliding from my entrance to my cervex, massaging my G spot as they go. Mind the effort? Ha, I love every opportunity to enhance the pleasure of their movement within me. Even more so, knowing that he is thinking about how wet my every action is making me, causing me to hunger to have the balls replaced with his hard, throbbing member. Later, when I am home. But he knows how the tease of them elongates the time like some warped torture of Einstein's theory.
My revelry is interrupted by the quiet buzz of my phone. Being a tech wizard, he has set it up that only his messages can defy the office rules of no personal calls or texting on company time. I slip the phone from my purse and hold it under my desk out of view as I checked the text.
“Hello, Luv. I hope you have enjoyed your morning of discrete arrousal. I know you say that you always get bored at work, but the Ben Wa's are just the beginning. Let's up the ante a bit, eh? Check the bottom of your purse on the left side. I know you will find an opportunity to prepare it. Add it to the Ben Wa's. You have ten minutes. Go.”
I quickly use the occasion to replace my phone while digging into my purse. I knew what it was as soon as my fingers reached it. My favorite vibrator. It is the new one he got me. One end inserts just far enough to be seated on my G Spot. The other curls around to rest on my clit. Being compact once inserted, it fits neatly inside my panties and is hidden in my skirt. I grope around the bottom of my purse – no remote. Now I understand why the time limit.
I lock my computer, head to the restroom and find an empty stall. My panties are already soaked from the mornings stimulation, but he forbade me bring an extra pair to change into. He wants me to be reminded of how he wants me to be when he arrives home tonight. The toy slips into my drenched pussy, pushing the Ben Wa's further up until I am full. Before I could return to my desk, I am stopped in the hall by an announcement of an unscheduled staff meeting. “Oh, no, not now!” my thought rush through my brain, clearing away the lacy fog of pleasure that has enveloped it all moring. I glance at my watch – only three minutes left.
I distract myself with my chattering coworkers who are dreading what news would summon this impromptu meeting. I am shocked back to reality as he connects to the app controller on my phone and I feel the initial tremmor of vibration at it lowest setting. The internal portion resting against the metal balls causes them to reverberate through the entire length of my pussy and a barely audible gasp escapes my lips before I clamp down hard, nearly biting my tongue in the process. Only one coworker heard, glanced briefly in my direction, saw my calm and assumed she had imagined it. I was so grateful because the the casscading levels rollercoasted up and down causing me to clench so violently I thought I would dispel everything inside me. Now I understand why he insisted I wear panties when he usually insistes on the opposite. He had prepared for that possibility.
Focusing on the meeting was an impossibility as I imagined his thumb moving the intensity slider across the face of his phone. Each push to the max threatened to make me lose all control as fear and pleasure collided in my consciousness. My clit was soon so sensitive from the vibrations that I was afraid that if I were to cum during the meeting I would lose it completely.
Thankfully the meeting was short. It was only to outline a more comprehensive training that would take place later in the week. Relieved that I might make it back to my desk before the cataclysm of ecstacy overtook me, I started rising from my chair. A comet exploded in my vision sending sparkles swirling into a black hole of conciousness. A shudder surged through my thighs, forcing me back into my chair. I hope upon hope that I managed to restrain any verbal outburst as I nearly doubled over from the orgasm. The pleasure is so intense I lost all thought of anyone being aware of my state. Instead I just sat with my eyes closed, waiting for the torential tsunami pulmeting my senses to abate.
All I could think of is how pleased he will be when he hears the account of his timing, and how I will be rewarded with pleasures of which this is just the beginning.
The end of the day cannot come fast enough.
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Don’t worry about this, just click
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