(Continued from “Quickie Pt. 1”)

Thankfully, the janitor’s interruption was brief…He left something the office, grumbled something about “hating these muthafuckas” and closed the door…

I was able to resume my self-pleasure, trying to find the grove I was in before being so rudely interrupted. I began gently pulling and kneading my nipples, and sure enough, the familiar feeling of arousal returned. First the left, then the right, as they engorge with blood and become insanely sensitive to my touch…

My mind begins to slip into the “pleasure state” as I massage my pussy lips with my bullet. The low-frequency hum against my vulva causes my legs to slowly drift open as I cross my ankles. “mmmmmmm…” I moan, as I move my bullet closer to my clit. It brushes against my now plump, pink button and I reflexively sigh, as I slip deeper into the trance of sensual touch, cool steel to warm skin.

Finally, I’m wet enough to hydroplane a tire…My pussy is almost dripping, copious amount of my love running down my leg…I think in a passing way about the wet spot I’ll have on my skirt. But the thought passes quickly. inside me goes my bullet…I shake, my head thrown back so hard, I bang it on the underside of my desk. The contact arouses me further, as I arch my back to accept the toy deeper into my now clenching pussy…”Ohhh God…” I moan as my hips begin their dance, grinding and rolling as thrust the bullet inside me and pull it back just as quickly. I’m on autopilot now, body responding primally as my moans become sharper, louder, interspersed with curses. My nails dig into the commercial grade carpet and bend as the muscle contractions come faster, faster and harder…Oh God…I’ve totally forgotten where I am, the time, everything but this feeling…I’m about to fall over the edge. And I want it.

…what I didn’t notice as my orgasm built into a runaway train I didn’t dare stop was his entrance into the office…

To Be Continued…