Getting Caught Masturbating at Work goes crazy
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as I perched on the rickety stool, laptop open, and palms sweaty. My skirt rode up my thighs, exposing my already soaked panties. I was desperate, fingers twitching to dip inside, to feel the slick heat of my cunt. The pharmacist’s office was quiet, the hum of the air conditioner the only sound. I slid my fingers under the elastic, gasping as I touched my swollen clit. I rubbed in slow circles, eyes fluttering closed, imagining the pharmacist’s rough hands replacing mine. I pictured him bending me over the counter, skirt flipped up, ass in the air, pussy dripping. I slipped two fingers inside, fucking myself slowly, deeply, moaning softly. The sound of the door creaking open made my eyes fly wide. The pharmacist stood there, eyes locked on my spread legs, my fingers glistening with my juices. He licked his lips, adjusting his bulging cock in his pants. “Keep going,” he commanded, voice thick with lust. I obeyed, fingers moving faster, deeper, as he stepped closer, ready to pounce.
His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist, pulling my fingers from my pussy. He sucked them clean, groaning at my taste. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he growled, shoving me onto the stool, ass in the air. He yanked down his pants, freeing his thick cock. He spat on his hand, rubbing it onto his shaft before slamming into me. I cried out, the sudden intrusion making my eyes water. He fucked me hard, hips slapping against my ass, the stool rocking dangerously. I reached between my legs, rubbing my clit furiously as he pounded into me. The sound of our fucking filled the room, raw and animalistic. His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back as he leaned over me, biting my neck. “Cum for me,” he grunted, and I obeyed, my body convulsing around his cock. He pulled out, stroking his cock as he came, hot cum spraying onto my back, dripping down to mix with my juices.
