I
hadn’t planned to write this—I’m actually trying to finish something else—but this
idea came to me, then I saw the Masturbation Monday prompt. It was a marriage
made in filthy erotica heaven.
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Warning:
Some light domination and submission, bondage, spanking, and name-calling.
Bored Stiff
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2020. All
rights reserved.
Stuck
in another pointless work meeting, I was irritated and bored—not a good
combination for me. The only saving grace saving was that I was sitting across
from the love of my life. Unfortunately, because of a strict no-fraternization
policy, we had to keep our relationship on the down-low.
Our
connection was getting more intense by the day, so something had to give soon.
One of us had to make a move—and it was probably going to be me. Honestly, it
would be a relief. Being in this kind of restrictive environment was slowly
killing my soul.
As
our coworkers droned on like the adults in a Peanuts cartoon, I zoned out, my mind
wandering off to indulge in familiar dirty daydreams. The object of my erotic
musings appeared to be doodling on his notepad. I was entranced by his long
fingers, remembering all the things they did the night before.
Despite
all the wonderfully wicked sensations those fingers created on my flesh, the
highlight of the evening was seeing his strong hand wrapped around his hard
cock. He’d tied my hands to the headboard of his bed, then sat between my legs
at the end of the bed. While he admired me spread out for him and completely
exposed, he leisurely stroked his shaft from base to tip and back again, over
and over.
My
gaze glued to the seductive sight, I could only squirm, and whimper, and writhe…and
beg. Oh God, how I begged. I should have been embarrassed about all the things
I said—all the naughty promises I made—but I wasn’t. Seeing him pleasure
himself lit a fire deep inside me that only he could satisfy.
Replaying
the whole illicit scene ignited my desire right there in that infernal meeting.
I felt like I had red hot lava coursing through my veins. Shifting in my seat,
I could feel my juices sliding between my pussy lips and soaking into my
panties. My cunt demanded attention, but there wasn’t anything I could do about
it.
Looking
up at his handsome face, I tried distracting myself by studying his striking features.
His strong jaw, aquiline nose, wide mouth, and high cheekbones weren’t model
perfect, but they all worked together for a devastating effect. Unfortunately, I
couldn’t see his best feature because his eyes were focused downward.
Then
there was his thick mane of silver hair, which I loved. He kept it neatly
trimmed, but just long enough for me to grab handfuls of it when he expertly ate
my cunt. Of course, with my hands bound, I wasn’t able to do that when he
finally gave me some sweet relief last night. I was too lost in the pleasure of
his clever tongue to miss that particular indulgence.
His
gaze shifted upward and met mine. A slow sexy smile spread across his face. He
clearly knew exactly what I was thinking. We often had an uncanny ability to
read each other’s minds—especially if it involved something dirty.
As
hot and bothered as I was, I thought his smile looked entirely too smug. Bored,
irritated, and horny was always a recipe for mischief as far as I was
concerned. However, my options were limited. The conference table was too wide
for me to slip my foot up his leg and tease his cock with my toes. But where
there was a will, there was a way.
I
subtly tapped out a message to him on my phone.
Bet
you wish I was underneath this table sucking your cock right now.
He
looked at his phone, raised an eyebrow, then tapped out a reply.
Be
good!
Oh,
I would be. So fucking good.
Do
not get me hard in this meeting.
Why?
You know how much I love worshipping your hard cock. Nice and slow. My tongue leisurely
tracing the thick vein underneath before I take the head in my mouth and softly
sucking on it.
Ha!
He shifted in his seat as his burning blue gaze met mine again.
Keep
it up and I’ll spank your ass until it glows.
Promises.
Promises.
And
I won’t let you come.
That
made me pout.
But
I’m bored and horny!
Behave!
What
if I said I wasn’t wearing panties and I’m so fucking wet?
The
smug smile was back.
Prove
it.
The
evil man was calling my bluff. Of course, I couldn’t prove it, because I was
wearing panties—a skimpy black lace thong that was thoroughly drenched in my
cunt cream. However, we both knew I couldn’t resist a challenge when he threw down
the gauntlet.
With
my phone in my hand, I stood abruptly and pulled my skirt down to make sure it
was covering my ass. Everyone, including my boss, turned to look at me.
“I
need to use the ladies’ room.”
Scowling,
my boss made a sharp dismissive gesture, then resumed whatever he was saying.
Geez,
it wasn’t like anything important was going on. I could have been doing some
actual work instead of discussing an obvious decision to death.
I
quickly left the conference room and headed straight for the ladies’ room. Safely
ensconced in a stall, I slipped off my thong and sent him a series of pictures.
Since I knew he knew I’d been bluffing, I sent him a shot of my drenched thong.
Next, a close-up of my slick hairless pussy.
Setting
my phone aside, I unfastened my blouse and opened the front clasp of my bra.
Then I coated my fingers in my juices and painted it all over my taut nipples.
I sent him a picture of a glistening nipple and another of one caught between
my messy fingers. I also got a shot of two fingers on either side of my swollen
clit. Finally, I took a picture of me licking my slick fingers.
I
was tempted to get myself off right then, but I really wanted him to make me
come. Leaving my panties off, I made myself presentable again. With my thong
balled up in one hand and my phone in the other, I left the restroom and went back
to the meeting to see his response.
Just
as I was about to enter the conference room, one of my coworkers came out.
“Oh,
you missed the end of the meeting,” she said brightly. “We decided the initial
proposal was the best.”
Clearly!
Just like I said.
My
blue-eyed avenger appeared from behind her and took my upper arm in his firm
grasp. “Will you excuse us? We need to go over some details about the Anderson
account.”
“Of
course!”
He
didn’t say anything as he guided me down the hall, but the barely leashed tension
radiated off of him. My heart hammered in my chest with excitement, not fear. He
didn’t lose control often, and I usually preferred being his good girl. But
when I did push him to the edge, his reaction was always thrilling. All sorts
of possibilities for naughty retribution raced through my head.
My
office was the closest, so that’s where we went. Once inside, he closed and
locked the door behind us.
He
took me by surprise and pinned me up against the door. “Did you get your horny
cunt off in the bathroom?” he rasped in my ear.
I
shook my head. “No, I promise.”
Pulling
back, he looked in my eyes for a long moment. “Why not?”
“I
need your cock.”
“You’re
a filthy little cock whore, aren’t you?”
Fuck,
I loved it when he called me dirty names. “Yes. Just for you.”
“Damn
straight.”
He
took the phone from my hand and tossed it onto the chair by the door. Then he
took the balled-up panties from my other hand, brought them up to his nose, and
breathed in my scent.
Damn,
that was hot.
“Open
your mouth.”
I
knew what he had in mind, but obeyed his command. He put the thong in my mouth
and I could taste my own tangy-sweet essence on my tongue. The dirtiness of the
act made the inner muscles of my sex tighten with need.
“Bend
over your desk.”
Quickly,
I did just that.
“Now
lift up your skirt.”
I
yanked the hem up to my waist without a second thought.
“Spread
your legs wide apart.”
Again,
I didn’t hesitate.
“Such
an eager little slut.”
I
murmured my agreement around my soaked panties.
When
I heard the rasped of his zipper and rustle of his clothes, I almost wept with
relief. A sharp smack to my ass cheek caught me by surprise once more. The
bittersweet sensation went straight to my clit, making it throb even harder. I
felt a fresh wave of cunt juice gush from my sex.
He
gave the other cheek the same treatment and I thought he might continue, but
then his large body was over me, his arm braced on the desk next to mine. “I’d
spank you until had trouble sitting for the rest of the week, but someone might
hear.”
I
was actually disappointed that he wasn’t going to carry out his wicked threat.
“And
right now, I just want to fuck you hard and fast.”
Before
I could respond in any way, he shoved himself deep inside me, making me moan
with pleasure. He didn’t waste any time setting up a steady pounding rhythm.
Tender
love-making was out of this world, but sometimes I craved a brutal fuck. This
was definitely one of those times. I was going to feel that fuck for days after
and I welcomed the sweet ache that would be a constant reminder of his
possession. I’d also cherish the marks the edge of the desk left on my hips.
His
warm breaths and soft grunts teased my ear as he ravished my body, his balls
slapping against my pussy lips with every thrust. The hedonistic sensations built
quickly, pushing me closer and closer to what I knew was going to be a powerful
orgasm.
“I
shouldn’t let you come,” he said, reading my mind.
I
whispered pathetically. I probably deserved that kind of punishment, but fuck,
I really needed to come. Even without his permission, I didn’t know if I could
hold it back.
“The
filthy pictures saved you. Come for me, dirty slut.”
Thankful
for my reprieve, I immediately let go and my orgasm ripped through me, fierce
convulsions rocking my body. I was still quaking from the aftershocks when I
heard his long, drawn-out groan. He slammed into me one last time and I felt
the warm flush of his spunk filling me.
We
stayed locked together like that for several long moments as our breathing calmed.
Eventually,
he pulled the panties from my mouth, lightly smacked my hip, and got off of me.
“Come on, we better get decent before we get fired.”
I
sighed. “This has to end.”
“What?”
His
tone made me hurry up and turn to face him. The pained look on his face nearly
broke my heart. How could the silly man think I meant I was breaking up with
him? I was crazy in love with him!
“I
meant us working together. I’m going to quit.”
He
visibly relaxed and laughed. “I was going to tell you tonight over dinner that I
got a better job offer from that firm across town.”
I
grinned. “Congratulations!”
“So
you don’t have to quit.”
“I
am anyway. I’m going to become an independent consultant. Corporate drone life
is not for me.”
Smiling,
he stepped closer and took hold of my chin. “Now that’s settled, there’s still
the matter of your punishment for being a wicked tease.”
That
definitely didn’t sound boring, and I couldn’t wait to see what he had on his
dirty mind.
