I quickly clicked the x button in the corner of my screen as my colleague past me. Shoo, that was close. The last thing I needed was to be fired from my job. It has taken me eight months to find a new one after the previous company retrenched me.
Not having worked for that long had made me appreciate employment and an income. Being broke sucked.
I rubbed my toes on the carpet, trying to alleviate the lust that had built up inside of me for the last few months. Not having any money prevented me from going out to get laid, and I used most of my time to look for a job. Needless to say, my pussy was dripping wet.
Can’t believe I stooped so low as to watch porn at work. I should be concentrating on the budget. But I just can’t help myself. It didn’t help that Marc came to work in a tight white shirt that revealed his muscles. God, what I would do to have him slam me against the wall and pound me like there’s no tomorrow.
There’s no way I can risk making a move on him. You never know how sensitive people are. He could report me to HR. I’m not taking that chance. I’m in my probation period, so I have to make a good impression.
I so badly wanted to open up that page again. The guy had a huge dick, and the girl’s flustered face made me wish that I was in her position. I have to go out as soon as I get my first paycheck. I can’t take this anymore. Whoever approaches me first can have his way with me. Just a regular average Joe will do.
But that’s then. What do I do about my urges now? I have to submit this budget today, and I’ve barely started. Can’t focus when my pussy is begging for a dick inside it. If I could at least rub myself, that would help somewhat.
Shut up, Karen. Just focus. You need this job, so just get to it.
I tapped my fingers on the mouse, trying so hard to concentrate and forget about my wet pussy. I closed my eyes and exhaled. My legs uncrossed and parted slightly. It’s like they had a mind of their own. Maybe it was that pink hole in between them that was instructing them to open.
“Karen, how’s it going?” asked my manager as she passed in front of me.
I knew she was referring to the budget, so I smiled and said, “Everything’s on track.”
“Good. I need that budget done today.”
She wiped her forehead. I’ve never seen someone sweat so much. I was certain that she had a medical condition.
I smiled. “No problem. It will be done.”
By lunchtime, I had barely progressed with the work. The lust had made me wander to some wild places. One of my fantasies was being banged by two hot guys. I even thought about a gang bang, with guys surrounding me on my knees and them unloading on my face.
I figured that I’d relieve myself in the bathroom during lunch, but I couldn’t. Most of my colleagues would be in and out of the bathroom during that time, so I had to wait for lunch to end and then sneak out.
It was 2 o’clock when most colleagues had returned to their desks. Now’s the time. I’m gonna go quickly and relieve myself and then I’ll be completely focused.
In the corridor, I scuttled to the bathroom. I couldn’t wait to get there and rub my pussy.
In the bathroom, I checked all the stalls to make sure no one was there. The coast was clear. I entered a stall and then locked it.
I slammed the toilet seat cover down and then quickly unzipped my skirt. My chest expanded and contracted rapidly, with the lust burning inside of me. I pulled my g-string off and dropped it on top of my skirt on the floor.
I sat on the seat cover and spread my legs wide apart, my shoes pressing against against the sides of the stall. My forehead wrinkled and my eyebrows neared as I rubbed my pussy. I moaned.
Not wanting anybody to hear me, I tightened my lips together and closed my eyes. My fingers rubbed my wet pussy, and a few drops from my pussy shot onto the floor. God, it felt so good to get off.
I stuck three fingers inside my pussy and drilled it. I raised my chin and parted my lips, panting as quietly as possible. Sweat had formed on my forehead, and my chest continued to expand and contract.
I compressed my lips quickly to muffle the groan that almost shot out of my mouth. If someone was standing close to my stall, they definitely would’ve heard it. Luckily no one was there.
My lust blew out of my nose as I continued rubbing my pussy, which just got wetter. I dunked my head and twisted it left to right like a possessed demon, trying to suppress my urge to scream.
Out of nowhere, I twitched and my body froze. I pressed my left hand against the stall for support. My eyes widened and my mouth opened. Several consecutive screams shot out of me. I jerked with each scream that came out. It’s like the suppression had overflowed and could no longer be contained. It needed an outlet, and I had no say in the matter.
I lowered my feet to the floor and dunked my head, panting.
The bathroom door shut. I raised my head, my eyes wide open. Oh, God. When did someone come in? How did I not hear them?
I slowly pulled up my g-string, then my skirt. I waited for a minute or two to pass, with my ear pressed against the stall door, trying to determine if anybody was in the bathroom. As long as no one saw me in the bathroom, they wouldn’t know it’s me.
I slowly unlatched the lock and popped my head out of the stall. No one was there. I walked to the basin and saw a handkerchief on the edge.
Returning to my desk, I avoided eye contact with everyone by keeping my head tucked in between my shoulders and my gaze lowered.
I saw on my computer that it was 2:30 p.m. I had about three hours to complete the budget.
Now that I was completely focused, I got to it.
A few minutes before 6 p.m., I completed the budget. I emailed it to my manager and then went home.
The following morning, she called me into her office.
“How’d it go with the budget yesterday?” she asked.
“Good. I emailed it to you.”
“I got it. Did you have a chance to double-check everything?”
I must admit that I rushed to finalise the budget. That task takes the entire day, and I had to cram everything in a few hours. “No, I didn’t get a chance.”
“Why not? I gave you plenty of time.”
“I….um…struggled a bit.” My gaze wandered on her table, trying to avoid contact.
She tilted her monitor towards me, so I could see the budget. “The formula in one cell is incorrect. And that threw all your numbers out. Nothing here makes sense.”
I leaned into the monitor and then closed my eyes and lowered my head, rubbing it.
“I’m sorry. I’ll check everything quickly again.”
“That should’ve been done yesterday. I sent the budget to the board last night naively, thinking that you’d get the job done right and I wouldn’t have to check. You can imagine my horror when I saw an email from the Chairman this morning, asking what in the hell was wrong with the numbers,” she said sternly.
“I’m really sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“You’re right. It won’t happen again. Maybe at your next job, you won’t play with yourself during work hours.”
She wiped her forehead with the handkerchief that was on the basin.
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