Office 2 - Headed to Lunch

Transcript

Hi, it's me. I know you're about to head to lunch, but I've got a special project I need to talk you through. Would you be able to just pop your headphones on for me? Now that's much better.

We don't want anyone overhearing this, do we? Don't want anyone to know what you are yet. That's right, yet.

How are you enjoying your new workspace? That's right, right next to me. I can see you anytime I like.

Check in on you. I'm watching you right now. Don't look up.

That's right, back to your screen. Look busy. Everyone else is about to leave for lunch.

You wouldn't want to make a scene, would you? Now, if you're sure about our little arrangement, I want you to nod your head. Good girl.

Such an eager little slut, aren't you? That's good. After all, that's what got my attention, isn't it? That's what you wanted.

I see the skirts haven't gotten any longer. Spread your knees. That's right.

Wider. Still not wearing underwear. Good girl.

Why waste time? After all, I think you and I both know you're desperate to get fucked anytime I want, anywhere I want. You're just sitting there waiting for me to call you in here to suck on my cock like a good little slut.

But soon, you're blushing. There's no point acting coy now. That's right, look busy.

This is going to be so much fun, fucking with you. Well, today you're going to be fucking yourself. That's right.

The first thing I'd like you to do is take that Sharpie from your desk. Just gently bring it to your lips. That's right.

Absentmindedly resting it on your lips, maybe on your tongue. Make it nice and slick with saliva. That's right.

You look so fucking slutty right now. Now what I'd like you to do is take it down under your desk and just run it gently along the lips of your pussy. Just tease yourself.

Don't make too big a deal of it. You don't want anyone catching you. That's right.

Does that feel good? I'll bet it does. I bet you wish you could just fuck yourself right there in the office.

How much have you thought about that? How much have you been touching yourself, fantasizing about being fucked in front of everybody like the filthy, nasty, public slut you are? Thinking about how everyone would know exactly who owns that pussy? Who does own that pussy? That's right.

You don't even need to say it out loud. You know. In fact, take the cap off the sharpie.

Since your knees are wide open, you're going to be right. So's slut. On the inside of your left thigh.

Nice and subtle. Imagine being caught doing this. Of course, you don't want anyone to see it when you're walking around, so.

You're going to have to do it nice and high, aren't you? How does it feel to be branded like my slut? That's right.

Now put the cap back on. Good. Now because you've been such a good girl, I want you to take that sharpie, and I want you to gently slide just the end of it inside that hot, dripping, hungry cunt.

Just imagine if that was my finger sliding inside you, teasing you, and making sure you were ready. How does that feel? That's right.

It feels good, doesn't it? It feels so good to be such a filthy, hungry slut. My office slut.

That's what you liked last week, isn't it? So, now I'd like you to slide it in a little more. That's right.

Remember to keep that serious face, so everyone knows you're working hard. Hopefully they won't look at what your hand's doing under your desk. That feels good, doesn't it? That's right.

A little deeper. Are you enjoying yourself? Of course you are.

You're just my personal fucked hoey. And since you want to be fucked, I think you'd better see how fast and how well you can fuck yourself right now, without anyone catching on. Fuck, you look sexy.

I'd half a mind to come out there and fuck you in front of everybody right now. That's right, faster. Faster, don't you dare look at me, you slut.

Good girl. Yeah, keep fucking yourself. Harder and faster.

I know you wish it was bigger, don't you? You wish that Sharpie was my thick, long cock. Soon you'll feel it, once you've proved you've earned it.

Once you've shown me how desperate and pathetic and horny a slut you are. That's right, good girl. That's right, faster.

You're enjoying that, aren't you? You like fucking yourself right there in the middle of the office, don't you? You're such a filthy whore.

Enough, stop. That's right, slide it out. That Sharpie's slick with your juices, isn't it? Clean it with your mouth.

That's right. Savour your taste. Good girl.

Now what I want you to do, is I want you to gently start playing with your tits. Right there at your desk, subtle. Again, you don't want to drag attention.

Gently grazing those nipples. I can already see them through your blouse. If it's anything like last time, they'll be rock hard all afternoon.

Everyone will be staring at those nipples, at those tits. Everyone will be thinking about fucking you. And you know why that is, don't you? Because you are the office slut.

You're my office slut. You want to get back to playing with that cunt, don't you? You're going to have to prove that you deserve it.

That's right. I want you to shift yourself forward in your chair. Let your skirt roll underneath you.

Spread your knees even wider, so I can see the branding that you've given yourself. And I want you to show me that cunt. That's right.

Anyone who glanced under your desk right now would get a clear view of that dripping, exposed pussy. And they would see the writing on your thigh that tells everyone who owns you. I own you.

Now, the office seems a little quieter. So what I'd like you to do, I want you to wet two of your fingers. I want you to take them under your desk.

And I want you to rub that pussy for me. That's right. Gently, toy with your clit.

You're such a desperate slut, you don't even care that you're on display right now, do you? That probably makes it better for you, doesn't it, you dumb whore? That's right.

I love it when you moan into your headphones. The best thing about headphones is you don't even realize how loud you're being right now. Did I scare you? Nobody's looking yet.

Pick up the pace. That's right. How badly do you want those fingers inside you? Have you been a good girl? Nod if you've been a good girl.

Alright, I'll allow it. That's right, finger yourself right there in the office. Good girl.

Oh, fuck, that must feel nice. I can see how wet you are from here. I can practically smell you and your desperation.

Yeah, that feels good, doesn't it? Rubbing your bare cunt in the office, your nipples rock hard in your blouse, one hand at your computer pretending to work, your face flush. I can see you starting to sweat, stifling your whimpers by biting down on that sharpie that you occasionally bring to your mouth.

You're trying to use it to help you, but all that smells like is that wet pussy and it just reminds you that you are my personal slut. That's right. I can make you do this any time I want.

In fact, I think we're going to do this every day. You are going to sit there with that pussy on display and you are going to toy for me. That's right.

I see that made you speed up. My slut likes that, doesn't she? Yeah.

Fuck, you're desperate. Well, you're faster and faster. Keep going.

Now what you're going to do this afternoon is you are going to craft an email. That email is going to contain the filthiest, most depraved things you've ever rubbed that cunt to. That's right.

Every single thing. You're going to tell me what you've imagined doing and what you've imagined having done to you, and you're going to send that to me. So that I have a permanent written record of how filthy and perverted and absolutely fucked up you are.

So that I can make your slutty, desperate dreams become reality. Good girl. Keep rubbing.

I can see you smiling from here. I know that you're enjoying this. You're trying not to.

I wonder if anyone around you can hear the slick of your fingers in that bare pussy, rubbing it as it drips all over your office chair. That's right. Faster and faster.

Fuck yourself for me. I want you to make yourself reach an edge. That's right.

It's not far off now, is it? No, not far at all. You're a nice little toy for me, aren't you? You love being my toy.

You love being my private slut. You love the idea of coming to work and putting yourself on display in the hopes that you'll get to taste my cock. That you'll get to feel it in your mouth, in your throat, in your pussy.

I'm even going to put it in your ass. You're excited for that, aren't you? Well, that's right.

Faster and faster. Good girl. That's right.

Get faster. I can see you getting close. I can hear your breathing change.

It feels nice, doesn't it? You're getting close. You're there.

You give me a signal. I want you to nod when you don't think you can hold off anymore. That's right.

Faster. Keep building. Keep building.

Good. Stop. Hands off.

Wipe your hand off on your face. That's right. It's going to look like you're just resting your head on your hand.

But you're going to walk around smelling like your wet pussy all day. And I'll check. Because you're not going to disobey me, are you? Good girl.

No, you don't get to finish today. You don't get to orgasm until I tell you. I own that pussy, after all.

Now you better get up and fix your skirt. I'm fairly sure that lunch date won't want to be kept waiting. That's right.

He's just got downstairs. You think I don't know? I wonder if you can hide your writing from him.

Good luck. you.