True Sex Stories: Workmanship

Bring a sex toy to work: make your coffee breaks really matter.

Wearing my smartballs to work all day proved to make me beyond insatiable and crazy. It has made me a very wet kitty.

As I moved, shelved and squatted the balls within the balls rumbled inside me. We were short staffed at the library, which means for me, more reference desk hours than usual, which means more internet access for large blocks of time. I logged on to find a steamy email from a man who fancies the idea of his hand striking my ass as I grab a hold of the shelves while reciting those filthy odes I love so well—"do you need you mouth and cunt and ass fucked like the filthy little slut you are?" Alluding to my ultimate library fantasy, of cock buried in my throat while his hands grip the back of my head–semi hidden from eyes, but not really. Adding to my larger fantasy—he includes another woman and him in between the stacks of books, words, pages—her licking my honey salt pussy and he fucks me from behind as I drip into her mouth, she is drinking all of me in and loving every bit of it. Bit-o-Honey.

As I read the email, I grip up the balls, squeezing them tight. My inner flesh grabbing them like they were a cock. I grind my ass onto the seat pressing my full lips into the cushion. I wiggle my ass a little, crushing my full lips as the balls press into my g-spot filling me up.

Another email, from a friend who would like to bend me over the sorting table, hike and yank my skirt up, his hands discovering my body, my curves—what makes my breath rapid, what makes me pant like an animal, whimper and beg. Reaching between my thighs, kicking my feet apart—his hands searching my ass, my cunt, my slit. Slipping two fingers in he discovers how wet I am, he feels the cord of the smartballs. Pressing his two fingers into my dripping pages, he pulls my head back by my hair and whispers in my ear "what a little slut," as he yanks the balls out, his words still lingering in my mind, I ooze onto them and into his hands, he lifts the balls to his mouth and licks them clean.

On top of these sweltering emails is the young, too young, boy who has been relentless in his pursuit. While I have been resisting because of our age difference, damn! he is really turning me on. He wants my mouth and lips around his cock, he wants to meet me in a dark spot and get some car cock worship (one of my favorite places). The smutty decadence he delivers to my text message has my box dripping. As I am squatted shelving I feel my phone vibrate, pulling it out to read one of the many texts about his throbbing cock, I spread my legs wide the balls inside drop a bit, and I can easily smell myself, the wetness, the sticky sweet slime leaving it's traces behind. The physical scent of fuck me–fuck me–fuck me drifts up from my pussy into the air.

I am beyond insatiable now. I am ready to slip away and take my much needed break. I text the young boy back telling him I am about to go stroke my pussy, he asks for pictures. "Sure why not, I love photographing my own antics." I open then lock the bathroom door behind me. Wash my hands, standing in front of the mirror I unbutton my jeans and slide my fingers into my panties, I smile to myself at how incredibly wet I am. What a wonderful slut. I close my thighs around my finger and hand wiggling them in my tight rainy cunt. I pull out the phone and snap a shot of me in the mirror with my hand down the front of my pants.

I am passionate, ardent, oh so horny. I slip my pants off, folding them and placing them on the chair cushion (yes there is an ugly orange vinyl chair in the bathroom), I sit with my ass at the edge of the chair, my pussy hanging over and my feet propped up on the toilet seat in front of me, knees bent. As I slide my fingers into my panties I snap another shot. Leaning back in the chair I stroke and please with more cadence, It feels good, my pussy so ripe and ready to be fucked, I melt around the idea. Not able to take it any longer I sit up and pull my panties to my knees, when I do this I drip onto the tiled floor below me, I just shake my head at the insatiability of my cunt. The puddle grows larger. I fish out my mini vibe from my jeans pocket, and proceed to stroke and fuck my self in the work bathroom. The hours of emails, texts, smartballs and my own delicious filthy mind have me soaking. Right as I am about to cum, I pull the string on the smartballs, as I pull–I resist with my muscles, like I am trying to keep your cock in me forever…one pops out, pain and pleasure merge, I press the vibe hard on to my clit. Holding it there for a moment, my abs tighten and my pussy clinches around the remaining ball. I let the vibe go and rub my clit and cream with my fingers I pull the second ball out—despite my cunt's refusal to let it go—when it pops out I gush and come at the same time, the floor, the seat and my panties soaked. My thighs are shaking and my breath is not mine. The balls are covered in me, my fingers are covered in me. I lift them to my mouth and snap a shot of my fingers sliding down my throat tasting my own.

I sit there a moment–regain my wit. I get up rinse the smartballs off and put them back where they belong. When I go to put my panties on I realize they are too wet to wear so I slide them into my pocket, button my jeans and go back to work satiated and my pussy still full and many ways.

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