The husband has already left - he has worked at work, lately he comes home only for the night. We did not have sex for three weeks, which, with my temperament, is rather difficult to sustain. I've been masturbating for the last week, but I can't get real satisfaction, so I relieve tension.
And today, lounging on the couch, I caress myself with my hand until the pussy begins to bleed. The background is a film for adults, I, stroking the folds, imagine myself in the actress's place. Here I put cancer and roughly enter the vagina. Slap. A moan escapes from his lips. I drag my pea clitoris with my thumb, plunge myself into the other two. Changing positions on the screen: the girl jumps on a dark-skinned guy, his huge member enters to its full length, delivering a lot of sensations to the girl. I want to repeat the position, but the length of the hand does not allow it. I look around the room in search of a subject that will fill my pussy and give a long-awaited orgasm, but I don’t find anything suitable.
Suddenly the mobile phone rings, on the screen is a picture of Misha - work colleagues. Turn down the sound of the TV, pick up the phone, continuing to rub the clitoris.
- Marina, are you going? - I hear a beep in the background - he opens the car
- I'm going to more - I try to breathe smoother, but the voice still gets lost
- Chef arrived from vacation earlier, try not to be late. On the roads today collapse.
Pancake! On the street is snow.
- Mish, stop! Be a friend, take me along the way. I have summer tires. And insurance, unfortunately, is overdue. I'm sure or I will be late or I will enter someone.
- Do you think it's winter? - judging by the intonations, he is in a good mood - Okay, come out in 15 minutes. Be aware, I won't wait for you - and disconnected.
I give up my occupation and start to put myself in order, trying not to pay attention to the sweetly aching pussy, which requires continuation. Lubricant flows from me, but there is no time to shower. Therefore, I simply wipe with wet wipes between my legs, getting rid of excessive moisture. The body reacts to the touch of the clitoris, and a wave of pleasure runs through the body. The eye falls on a bottle of disposable shampoo - a rectangular jar 2-3 cm wide, no more than eight in length. Not knowing what I am doing, driven by instincts, I grab her and plunge deeply into my crack. Yes ... A feeling of pleasant fullness. A little bit hard, and the tip of the bottle peeks between the genital lips, I again push through his fingers closer to the uterus. Again. And further. I look at myself in the mirror incessantly: a naked girl pokes a small object in herself and a slight moan breaks from the lips. My cheeks are covered with a blush, my eyes shine feverishly ... With one hand I caress my elastic chest, with the other I push through the jar into my pussy. A little more ...
Call to phone. Misha arrived. I run on body-colored panties, pushing through the bottle as far as possible. Pantyhose, dress ... I can do without a bra, my breasts need it. I spend a hairbrush on a hair, I fix it a varnish. I don’t have time to do makeup, otherwise I’ll have to go myself. Yes, and do not care, eyelash extensions, and without lipstick and eyeliner somehow get along. I fasten my coat at the entrance and leave under the snowfall.
Gray "Toyota" is standing near the entrance, I flop on the seat and squeeze the crotch: the feeling of fullness excites me.
- Kopusha, - Teddy bear easily clicks on my nose - the chief of the prize will deprive you, you will not pay me
- My people, we will agree - I coquettishly straighten my hair and snap on - go.
The car is in traffic. The flow is moving extremely slowly, in the left lane an accident has already occurred, having assembled a train of three cars. Most drivers, like us, ride on summer tires, which does not add maneuverability. And here and there you hear the impulses of impatient motorists, the wipers steadily clear the adhering snow. In the cabin is playing something Italian. I entertain myself by playing pussy with a bottle: I squeeze the vaginal muscles, causing a warm wave periodically sweeping through my body. The sharp edges further stimulate the vagina, I try to sit as deep as possible, without attracting the attention of the driver.
- Stop fidgeting, we won’t get there any faster - Misha is hysterical and lights another cigarette.
I put my hand on his shoulder and advise you to relax: everything stands in a traffic jam, not a fact that the boss will arrive earlier. So we go: Bear twitches, I try to calm him down. The upcoming separation from the chief does not frighten me at all. Much more worried about the idea that immediately upon arrival, I plan to go to the toilet and finally satisfy my crack.
Coming out of the car, I feel like a jar tries to slip out of the wet cave, but her panties stop. Misha grabs my hand and literally drags me behind me: I quickly seed on heels, trying not to slip.
In the hall of the first floor I unbutton my coat and go into the elevator first. The building where our office is located, is a high-rise building of twenty-five floors, so people are crowded decently. The crowd presses Misha to me, which is why a sweet shiver runs through my body.
- How will you pay? - whisper in the ear
- Do you flirt? - I pretend that I do not feel his fluids, but the trembling in my knees gives me away.
Hands on my hips. I smell cologne and cling to my colleague, inhaling it. Tights wet already through. Stop! What am I doing?
Fortunately, the elevator has already arrived. We leave together with the guys from the neighboring office - this saves me from Mishkin's harassment in the dimly lit corridor.
The chef yells not as usual in his office, but right in the waiting room. This is understandable: the latecomers with us number twelve people, and in the office of Vasily Vladimirovich no more than five at a time are placed.
- What kind of timely deliveries may be involved, if you are unable to bring your body on time - the boss will burn when I quietly close the door behind me.
“So there are traffic jams,” Polina quietly tries to justify herself, without, however, taking her eyes off her own shoes.
- Is it fate to see the weather in the evening? - I am sure, the whole floor hears us - every time the same thing. That traffic jams, then overslept, then still some kind of crap. Why am I never late?
- Because the administration is delayed - Andrei whispers to himself rather, but the chief catches.
- All those who are late are left without a prize. Say thanks Vorobiev. Marina, you would have come without a dress - everyone is looking at my protruding nipples, and the boss slammed the door to his office loudly.
Excitement disappeared instantly. The premium is the lion's share of the salary and no games in the toilet can replace it. Here some are able to spoil the mood. The bottle, screwed into my pussy, now brings discomfort, and I go to the ladies' room with the aim of getting rid of it as soon as possible.
All three booths are occupied. I wait my turn and see myself in the mirror. From the extreme booths, that the wall, comes a guy from the next department. I raise my eyebrows, showing astonishment.
“It’s just that the toilet is broken,” he explains. We’ll go to the women’s house until they fix it.
- All three booths?
- It happens, count up. Some assholes did repairs and poured the remnants of building mixture on the toilet. It all stood there tightly. By the way, is this your boss shouting to the whole floor?
- Ours - I confirm and soon close the door.
I squat pantyhose with panties up to my knees and I push, with my legs apart a little. erotic stories of sexytales I grab a bottle of a seeming edge, but it slips out of my fingers, leaving some moisture and a tart smell of discharge on my hand. I repeat ..
try, but slower, swinging your toy from side to side. Finally, it comes out with a chomping sound. And at this moment I realize that I did not take a handbag and put a bottle for me. Therefore, I wipe it with toilet paper and go out, holding it in my hand.
And immediately stumble on Mishka.
- Chef scared? - I can not refrain from caustic
“And not just me,” he bares his teeth and is in no hurry to enter the booth - in fact, I came for a debt.
- Are you serious? I came out two minutes later, they wouldn’t play a role - I’m still sure that he is fooling around.
Then Misha does what I could not expect: grabs my hand, the one in which the jar, and brings it to his face, inhaling the aroma of my juices. I do not have time to understand anything, as he turns around my shoulders and immediately pushes back into the booth and closes the door.
In the toilet, heels the clatter of heels and the quiet conversation of girls from our office. Discuss the chef, do not hesitate in expressions. And I find myself in a stupid situation: to throw a scandal now and get out is to discredit myself in the eyes of colleagues. And the bottle, which I still hold in my hand, stops me from taking this step. I would not want to pass for an insatiable pervert.
Misha, meanwhile, bends me with cancer and I have to put my hand on the wall so as not to fall. Hands rummage all over the body, paying particular attention to the chest. A hot whisper tickles my ear:
- Just do not yell. If I knew that the husband does not satisfy you ... I am like a fool, I try not to look at you. It has long been necessary to tear off you properly. What are you beautiful ... - hands go to my ass, another second and he begins to massage my pussy through wet tights.
- Wet ... Throw this garbage, you will no longer need it - I, as if hypnotized, throw a bottle of shampoo into the trash.
The bristle is scratching my neck. His hands find the elastic of pantyhose and impatiently let them down along with his panties. The finger immediately enters my tight wet pussy. Mishka massages the back wall of my pussy, the other hand climbs under my dress and squeezes the nipple with force. I can't help but moan.
- Hush, girl - the conversations behind the door subside, the hand goes down from the chest to my tummy and it is as if an electric current breaks through me, which is why the pussy muscles involuntarily contract. He inserts the second finger and slowly starts moving them. The squishy sounds of my crack are heard, probably, on the whole toilet. Adds a third, me, despite the large amount of lubricant, it hurts. I feel the walls stretch under his fingers. With his left hand, Misha starts playing with my nipples again.
I understand that this is rape, but I do not want to stop sweet torture. Pussy takes the size of the fingers, lubricant drips on my panties. In the toilet, some people are replaced by others, constantly heard the sound of draining water and slamming doors. I pray that no one looks under the door: two pairs of legs in one booth will induce citizens to certain thoughts.
Fingers come out of my girl, I hear the sound of the zip open.
- I do not want - I try to resist, but Misha does not listen to me, and puts a member to the entrance.
I'm shrinking. I have never had sex without a condom, even with my husband.
- Misha, please, not now - I whisper, while the head stretches my narrow hole. Damn, he's huge. Misha stops, gives me time to get used to, unzipping the dress.
- Raise your hands - he whispers, pushing the member deeper.
I listen and stay only in boots and lowered tights. He puts his hands on my shoulders and sits on his penis to the middle. Tears sprinkle from the eyes, an absurd thought comes to mind: “it’s good that without makeup”. His hand moves down and gently caresses the clitoris. I bend and try to jump off his elda.
- Be patient a little bit - whispers in my ear, gagging on the mouth and the head penetrates to the end.
Instead of screaming a desperate squeak. Stretched to the limit, the pussy burns with fire, the feeling that they put a hot stake in it. Again I try to get off, but Mishka firmly presses me to him with one hand, caressing the clitoris with the other. Gradually, the pleasure replaces the pain and slowly he begins to move.
Without a condom, the sensations are much brighter: I feel the movements of his penis with every cell. The amplitude is small at first, but then Bear firmly takes me by the hips and literally masturbates with my body, reaching the head to the uterus. Eggs slap on the crotch, with his right hand he frantically jerks off my clit. The body does not belong to me anymore: I finish with a loud moan, the vagina often shrinks and it does not immediately reach me that Misha ends up too. Cums right in me, putting a dick on the most eggs. I feel how hot liquid shoves my womb, and once again I try to get out of his arms. But he releases me only after a couple of minutes, when the member stops pulsing. Sperm pours out of the vagina, but I have time to sit on the toilet, so as not to stain the pantyhose.
Misha goes first, while I put on a dress. Then I stand in front of the mirror for a long time and try to bring myself into the proper form. In the office, I sit down at the computer, but my thoughts are somewhere far away and I can’t concentrate at work. The girls are smiling at each other, looking at me. Behind me I hear a giggle. It suddenly comes to me that what happened between me and Misha in a stall became the property of most of our team ...
PS: This is my first story, interested in your opinion. Should I continue?