25-03-2023, 01:47 PM
There had been a couple of times in the past when Joan had gone home and forgot to sign out, as was required by company policy. She hadn't done it intentionally, it was just that on those occasions she had so involved in her work and mentally calculating outcomes that she had just walked right out the front door, which, before 5:30 p. m., wasn't locked. That had caused a bit of concern, until she could be contacted. Jim Breyers, the CEO of GynaDyne, had called her into his office to gently reprimand her for her forgetfulness. Now, anytime after 6:00 p.m., if she hadn't signed out, the security desk always called to check.
"Thanks for calling, Chet," Joan said, still smiling as she worked her finger in and out of her pussy. I've got a little bit more work to finish up, but I won't forget to stop by and sign out."
"Uh, okay Dr. Kolar. I'm, uh, sorry to bother you... ."
"Not a problem, Chet. I know I've been naughty before," here Joan's wicked smile became a broad wicked grin. She was barely able to suppress a moan of pleasure as she pressed the heel of her hand firmly down on her erect little clitoris and rotated it. "You're only doing your job."
"Yes mam'."
"Bye, Chet, see you in a little while."
"Goodbye Dr. Kolar."
Joan hung up the phone and went back to massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. She also realized that her pussy was wet, more wet than since she had been an eighteen year old college student fucking every chance she could get. And, in those days, she could literally soak her panties.
"More," she told herself out loud. "I want more. I want a big fat cock fucking me." She wondered if she could seduce Chet. But really, he was over sixty and had a belly hanging over his belt; not really her type. Still, she was so horny she gave it serious consideration.
Only two things stopped her from calling him back. First, if it ever came out that she had fucked one of the security guards, especially after dosing herself with this new drug, well, that would be the end of her job with GynaDyne. Second, she remembered that she had a big flashlight in the bottom, left-hand desk drawer. It held four D-cells and was both thick and long.
When GynaDyne first moved into this building, there had been a major storm and the power was knocked out. Unfortunately, the electrical contractor had made a big mistake and the emergency lighting hadn't worked. After that Joan had bought the flashlight as a just-in-case back up.
Joan stopped playing with her tits and sat up in her chair. She looked down and realized that the leather was wet from her vaginal lubrication. Wow! she thought, this drug really works great. In her present state of arousal and desire, Joan didn't realize that she should only be mildly aroused, not feeling like a hot and ready mare wanting the stallion to mount her and penetrate her deep and hard.
She opened the drawer and there it was, a long, thick tube of red-colored brushed aluminum. It was nearly eighteen inches long. The end that unscrewed in order to put the batteries in had smooth, rounded edges. Perfect, she thought. Of course, she couldn't fuck the whole length, but she knew she was going to shove as much of it up her cunt as she could.
Joan placed the heavy flashlight on her desk then stood up. From another drawer she grabbed some tissues and wiped off the fingers of her right hand. Then she reached around behind herself and unzipped the skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She kicked it aside.
Taking the flashlight she marched, naked from the hips down, into her private bathroom and quickly washed the outside of the cold metal tube. She didn't have condom to put over it and the disposable lab glove clearly wouldn't work and she did want it clean before inserting it into her pussy.
The thought that, in seconds, she was going to fuck herself with the flashlight sent a shiver of anticipatory delight through her horny, highly sexually aroused body.
Back at her desk, Joan wiped up the wet leather with some more tissues then sat her ass on the edge of the plush chair. She leaned back into it and raised her legs to rest her heels on the edge of the desk, letting her knees fall outward. Holding the flashlight in her left hand, her right hand stoked her pussy some more. Yes, it was still dripping wet.
Joan took the end of the flashlight with her right hand and rubbed it through the wetness of her labia, then she positioned it at the entrance to her vagina.
"Oh, God yes!" she sighed as she slowly pushed the cold metal tube into her hot pussy. She pushed and pushed and pushed until she had nearly half of its length buried in the depths of her clenching, slippery hole... and then she had an orgasm. Her hips bucked up and her stomach muscles tightened as her head and upper body came forward and the wonderful, blissful, delightful waves of sexual climax took her.
Joan's teeth were clenched and she was grunting and panting. Slowly the orgasm passed leaving her with the wonderful warm afterglow that comes with the quick, intense release of sexual tension.
"Thanks for calling, Chet," Joan said, still smiling as she worked her finger in and out of her pussy. I've got a little bit more work to finish up, but I won't forget to stop by and sign out."
"Uh, okay Dr. Kolar. I'm, uh, sorry to bother you... ."
"Not a problem, Chet. I know I've been naughty before," here Joan's wicked smile became a broad wicked grin. She was barely able to suppress a moan of pleasure as she pressed the heel of her hand firmly down on her erect little clitoris and rotated it. "You're only doing your job."
"Yes mam'."
"Bye, Chet, see you in a little while."
"Goodbye Dr. Kolar."
Joan hung up the phone and went back to massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. She also realized that her pussy was wet, more wet than since she had been an eighteen year old college student fucking every chance she could get. And, in those days, she could literally soak her panties.
"More," she told herself out loud. "I want more. I want a big fat cock fucking me." She wondered if she could seduce Chet. But really, he was over sixty and had a belly hanging over his belt; not really her type. Still, she was so horny she gave it serious consideration.
Only two things stopped her from calling him back. First, if it ever came out that she had fucked one of the security guards, especially after dosing herself with this new drug, well, that would be the end of her job with GynaDyne. Second, she remembered that she had a big flashlight in the bottom, left-hand desk drawer. It held four D-cells and was both thick and long.
When GynaDyne first moved into this building, there had been a major storm and the power was knocked out. Unfortunately, the electrical contractor had made a big mistake and the emergency lighting hadn't worked. After that Joan had bought the flashlight as a just-in-case back up.
Joan stopped playing with her tits and sat up in her chair. She looked down and realized that the leather was wet from her vaginal lubrication. Wow! she thought, this drug really works great. In her present state of arousal and desire, Joan didn't realize that she should only be mildly aroused, not feeling like a hot and ready mare wanting the stallion to mount her and penetrate her deep and hard.
She opened the drawer and there it was, a long, thick tube of red-colored brushed aluminum. It was nearly eighteen inches long. The end that unscrewed in order to put the batteries in had smooth, rounded edges. Perfect, she thought. Of course, she couldn't fuck the whole length, but she knew she was going to shove as much of it up her cunt as she could.
Joan placed the heavy flashlight on her desk then stood up. From another drawer she grabbed some tissues and wiped off the fingers of her right hand. Then she reached around behind herself and unzipped the skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She kicked it aside.
Taking the flashlight she marched, naked from the hips down, into her private bathroom and quickly washed the outside of the cold metal tube. She didn't have condom to put over it and the disposable lab glove clearly wouldn't work and she did want it clean before inserting it into her pussy.
The thought that, in seconds, she was going to fuck herself with the flashlight sent a shiver of anticipatory delight through her horny, highly sexually aroused body.
Back at her desk, Joan wiped up the wet leather with some more tissues then sat her ass on the edge of the plush chair. She leaned back into it and raised her legs to rest her heels on the edge of the desk, letting her knees fall outward. Holding the flashlight in her left hand, her right hand stoked her pussy some more. Yes, it was still dripping wet.
Joan took the end of the flashlight with her right hand and rubbed it through the wetness of her labia, then she positioned it at the entrance to her vagina.
"Oh, God yes!" she sighed as she slowly pushed the cold metal tube into her hot pussy. She pushed and pushed and pushed until she had nearly half of its length buried in the depths of her clenching, slippery hole... and then she had an orgasm. Her hips bucked up and her stomach muscles tightened as her head and upper body came forward and the wonderful, blissful, delightful waves of sexual climax took her.
Joan's teeth were clenched and she was grunting and panting. Slowly the orgasm passed leaving her with the wonderful warm afterglow that comes with the quick, intense release of sexual tension.
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