Working From Home

Transcript

Do you know what one of the best things about working from home during the pandemic was? Besides working in yoga pants and not spending hours in a vehicle or on public transportation? Or having to make small talk in the break room with Bob from accounting? Getting to spend most of the day with my boyfriend's cock in me somewhere.

Yep. You heard me right. It wasn't that way at first, of course.

The first little while, I was the perfect employee. I did everything the way I would when I was at the office. But then he decided to change our free use agreement to include daytime hours since we were both home.

And well, I couldn't say no to that. So unless I had a meeting that required me to be on camera, I was naked. Fully 100% butt ass naked.

All the time. Some mornings, he'd wake me up with coffee and kisses, then roll me over to really get me going before my day started. Those mornings that started with his tongue slowly working over my pussy, my clit, my ass, were usually my best days.

He would hold me open and lick my clit, gently at first, then faster and faster, harder and harder until I was writhing under him before shoving his whole tongue as deep in my pussy as he could. Sometimes he'd use his fingers, too. He always made sure I came so he could taste as much of me as possible, and there was method to his madness.

He wanted me to be sopping wet so he could spread that wetness up to my ass. See, before the pandemic, I wasn't much for anal sex. It was a once-in-a-while-if-I-have-to kind of thing.

But the first time he used his tongue to open me up, and then spread my juices over me to slide a small plug into me, well, I became a convert. He pushed the plug in slowly while he licked my clit again, still sensitive from my orgasm. And by the time it was fully in, I was coming again.

I begged him to fuck me, to fill my pussy, to give me something more, because I felt empty, and I wanted his cocks so damn much the ache was physical. He just laughed, kissed me, and told me to have a good day. He'd see me later.

That was the first day I went to my desk with a plug in my ass. The first of many. And I soon discovered why.

Just after my 11am meeting, once I'd shut down my camera and disconnected my microphone, he came up behind me, rubbing my shoulders through my sweater. It felt nice, and I leaned into him. His hands continued forward, into my bra, and he tweaked my nipples, whispering in my ear, asking if I was still plugged.

I whimpered that I was. He told me to stand up, which I did. He took down my pants, sat in my chair, and pulled me down on him, impaling me in one motion.

He filled my pussy as the plug filled my ass, and I came instantly. The explosions were so intense, made more so by the fact that I could see my entire work day spread out on the screens in front of me, and I'd been in a video call with my bosses only moments before. He moved us closer to the desk, adjusted its height to accommodate us, and told me I'd better get to work.

I had lots to do. I was dumbfounded, not sure how I was going to concentrate with his cock still buried deep in my pulsing, throbbing pussy, the plug still invading my ass. But I did as I was told.

I carefully started on my task list, and adjusted to being his cock warmer when he started to move. When I cried out and clutched the desk, he told me not to stop working. He wanted to fuck me while I was busy, to know that he could do this to me whenever he wanted, no matter what I was doing.

And I couldn't come again until he was finished. My body tensed at his words, and my pussy clenched. My ass, too.

How was I supposed to hold off the orgasm that was already building? I forced myself to focus on my work as he rammed himself in and out of my tight little hole, every now and then whispering in my ear what a good little fuckslut I was. He'd jackhammer into me, then he'd move slowly, rotating his hips, then somewhere in between, teasing me, playing with me.

I tried to concentrate on my work, to get some things done that wouldn't require too much focus, but it was so difficult. When he started twisting the plug in my ass, I almost used my safe word. Not sure I could take this anymore.

To my relief, he reached around me, between my legs, and started rubbing my clit, telling me he was close. He was going to fill my slutty little pussy while I finished the report I was working on, so that every time I thought about that report, I'd remember the feel of his cum shooting deep inside me. I moaned, but kept working, squeezing him as tightly as I could with my needy, desperate pussy.

He started to shoot, I could feel the warmth, and he slammed himself deep into me, tugging on the plug as he pumped rope after rope of hot cum into me. He pinched my clit and told me to cum, which I did, harder than I ever had before. My whole body felt like one big orgasm as I shook on his lap, impaled on his cock like that.

That was the first of many days that I worked while he fucked me. Sometimes he'd raise my desk so I had to stand, sometimes he'd stand beside me and fuck my face while I kept one eye on what I was doing, and some days, my favorite days, he'd take out the plug and push himself into my ass, then make me sit on his lap during a phone meeting, feeling him deep inside me, his fingers lightly strumming over my clit while I talked to my colleagues as though I wasn't being fucked silly. I became a complete fucking slut at his disposal whenever he wanted, and no one was ever the wiser.

In fact, my colleagues commented on how much happier I seemed, how much less stressed, and I couldn't help but giggle in my head. If only they knew, being used, my holes being taken, whenever, wherever, and however he wanted, was invigorating. Oh god.

If only they knew.