Back in 2015, when this story – No Panties – was posted for the first time, I still ran the meme ‘Sexy Searching’. The meme was about taking some of you search terms and turning them into new posts. Unfortunately the meme never was as successful as Wicked Wednesday.
Search terms that led people to my blog during a 30-day period in May 2015, were words like ‘office’, ‘short skirt’, ‘butt plug’, all in combination with the word ‘panties’. A story formed in my head, and linked in nicely with a fantasy of mine. It’s not like I would want this to happen where I work, but my fantasy is more about the part of having to ‘undergo’ at the hands of a person in power.
Monica looked around the CEO’s office to make sure everything was in place. She had turned his chair sideways, ready for him to sit down and swivel into position at his desk. A leather-bound notebook with a silver pen and pencil right next to it were the only things on the shiny black glass of the desk, except for the crystal vase with yellow roses.
Convinced everything was exactly as he wanted it, Monica turned around to return to her office and walked right into the broad chest of the CEO.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she mumbled without looking at him, and squeezed herself between him and the door to leave.
The tone in his voice stopped her. He stepped aside to give her some room. Monica turned around, and her eyes followed his gaze. It took a couple of seconds for her to understand what was wrong.
It was Thursday! Dammit! She had forgotten to put the agenda for this morning’s board meeting on his desk. Monica almost ran to her own desk to get it. In her mind she cursed herself. She had been horny from the moment she had woken up that morning, which filled her with thoughts of touching herself. Never had she been able to think straight when lust clouded her head, and this morning was no exception. It meant she forgot things. Such as the agenda, which she had printed as soon as she had her computer started up that morning. At least she hadn’t forgotten that!
The CEO watched her with a twinkle in his eyes when she almost ran to his desk to put the agenda in place. Just as she did when she grabbed the document from her own desk, she now leaned over his desk to put the agenda to the left of the notebook, where she knew he wanted it.
“Do you always come to work without panties, Miss Monica?”
It took her mind milliseconds to understand what he had said. She reacted by doing three things at the same time: she straightened up, tried to pull down her skirt and turned around. In reaching backwards to pull down her skirt she sent the vase with roses flying off the desk. Her body changed direction from turning around and diving after the vase, only to make her realize her buttocks might be exposed again.
Monica reached backwards to her skirt, and cringed when the vase shattered on the floor. Even with the bright red blush of shame and humiliation on her face, where she stood frozen to the spot, Monica noticed how beautiful the yellow roses looked between the shards. Drops of water clung to the delicate petals.
“Why don’t you just bend over the desk again, Miss Monica?”
His voice was a whisper directly behind her. The heat his body radiated caressed her back. The scent of his aftershave filled her nose.
“You know you want to. I know you want to.”
Monica pushed her thighs together. Her nipples hardened. She stood motionless.
Until his hand cupped her right buttock.
Under the skirt.
Bare skin on bare skin.
He didn’t have to speak again. Monica bent over the desk, and without him prompting, she spread her legs. He ran both his hands over her bottom, squeezing her buttocks. Pulled them apart. Squeezed them again, then moved his right hand down, finding her wetness. He spread her slickness to her clitoris, and gently rubbed over the erect little button. The CEO’s finger turned in lazy circles, gently increasing the pressure.
Monica moaned, and the closer she came to her orgasm, the louder the sounds escaping her mouth. Just before she reached her climax, he stopped. She grunted in frustration, and listened to him moving around. Was he going to fuck her?
Oh yes, please let him fuck me, she thought. A drawer opened and closed behind her.
Of course, he’s getting a condom.
“Hold this between your teeth and don’t let go,” he said and held the stem of one of the roses in front of her face. Monica had no time to worry about thorns as he pressed the wet stem against her lips. She opened her mouth and carefully bit down on the stem. She forgot about any thorns when the CEO spread her buttocks again. A cold fluid ran down between it, and then something cold pressed against her darker opening. Monica breathed in deep.
This is not happening, she thought.
This IS happening.
Oh my god, this is really happening!
Monica forgot where she was. She stayed perfectly still, and allowed the intrusion in her body. Her pussy oozed with horny desire. She moaned as the plug stretched her wider and sighed when it slipped inside, and the CEO pushed it into its final position.
Mmmm and now he’s going to fuck me. Oh please, let him fuck me.
“Now come on, get on with your work, Miss Monica. I have a meeting to prepare for,” the CEO said as he moved around the desk and sat down. He turned the chair and looked into Monica’s blazing eyes.
“Put yourself down for a meeting at 3pm. Cancel all others, Miss Monica,” he said, and removed the rose from her mouth. Monica nodded, straightened up, and turned to leave the office. Her thighs were slick with her own juices, her nipples painfully hard.
She did, her back still turned to him.
“Lift your skirt.”
She lifted her skirt.
Monica bent forward, spreading her legs to give him the perfect view on the plug and her dripping sex. A slight smile played around her lips when she heard his sigh.
“Now go!” he ordered. “And, the first thing on your agenda: get the cleaners in here and order new roses!”
© Rebel’s Notes
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