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Here she was again. Sitting at her desk, squeezing her legs with struggle to hold down her cock. It was raging beneath her thighs, throbbing violently beyond her heartbeat.
The whole point to masturbating relentlessly at home was so this wouldn’t happen. Hours jerking her dick till ungodly sensitive and sore, guilt ridden, so that in the hours she works, her balls don’t feel like exploding.
But nonetheless, he cock, completely ripping the nylon of her stockings, pressing up against the muscle on the back of her thighs, urging ferociously with rhythm. She can feel the stream over her toes, where the practically vibrating head of her cock, sticking out between where her knees meet her calves, oozing clear goo like a faucet, the slim stream coating over the toes of her one foot where her cock curves over.
The goo slipping in between the base knuckles of her toes, pooling at the bottom of her platforms.
It only makes her cock more angry, the slimy feeling of her milk everywhere, a puddle beneath her heels where it’s overflowing from atop her toes.
This also wouldn’t happen if her coworkers weren’t all whores. One, practically naked, didn’t even wear stockings, her long luscious skinny legs with a slight definition of muscle, completely open until her base of her feet and front of her toes are covered by heels raising her 5 inches off the ground. You could even see the strangely puffy lips of her pussy almost completely visible from her tight skirt that barely went below the dip of her athletic hips.
Another woman also chose to wore the most pathetic dress shirt, buttons almost exploding containing her huge tits, sitting atop her extremely thin frame. The stretched white material showing the definition of her fat thick nipples, perky and visible as the stretch of the material practically made it translucent, showing the bright pink buds atop her pale huge globes.
Nothing was fair, and her cock was hurting. The pool around her feet was beginning to outflow beyond the edge of where her desk concealed all of her lower body. And her tight balls were beginning to gargle, squished between her cock and her chair.
She tried to do more work, eyes twitching, she tried to comprehend anything that she was seeing in her monitor, but all she could feel was the throb of her cock pulsing more milk around her feet. Every time a slut of a woman would walk by her office, just beyond the glass and shades, all she could see was the tightness of their skirts, globing all of their tight asses, and large breasts bursting the seams of the tops.
Finally she had enough, she spread her legs, the force of her powerful thighs ripping the edges of her own skirt, riding it from where it used to cover her knees, to up around her hips. And her cock shot up, punching in between her breasts with force as a thin stream milk is shot up with it, flinging against the ceiling and the front of her office. She immediately gets to work, hands gripping violently beneath the flared glans of her cocks head, only wrapping around a third her where they grab, she plants her head against her chair now thankful that it has no wheels, as she tripods herself with her legs.
She thrusts aggressively up, huge ass flexing, ripping her stockings even more as she pauses at the top, hands no at the base of her cock, glazed by the constant stream of pre-cum leaking from the slit of her cock. She then pistons back, ass nearly sitting amongst her chair again, before another viscous thrust is pounded into her hands again.
Slowly she picks up pace, a rhythm forming as her puffy lip is bitten between her teeth. Each thrust is euphoric, and soon she finds more pace, a constant vigor of thrusts, the goo from her dick oozing out, being thrown everywhere as the veins of her cock flex. Her foreskin fully retracted, completely tight where it’s sheathed around her shaft. She widens her legs, her thrusts gaining more power, a loud slap every time her hands hit the base of cock, meeting the patch of thick orange curly hair. Her balls also swinging, more clearance allowing them to hit up with every punch of her cock before swinging back down and smack picking her ass.
After minutes of thrusting non stop, heat within cock and balls builds, shaking up her spine. Once she catches that feeling she begins the end. Final efforts, the sheer noise of each smack of her balls and cock, loud against her ears, the cum flung all over her body, all over the ceiling and ground, her eyes rolling back as her mouth splays. The heat of her cock burning her hands as her grip tightens enough to bend metal. Her arms flex, the fabric stretching around her biceps, her breasts broken through the buttons, covered in sweat mixed with milk, her abs just below soaking through the white of her clothes.
Her toes curl, ass flexed, the definition of her formidable quads stretching her stockings, as her calves flex the material thin.
Finally it becomes to much, a colossal wave of ecstasy washing her nerves, raking her muscles in violent shaking, one last locomotion of her thrust, heavy and powerful, smashing through her hands, thick gooey strings or milk, white and glossy slime erupting from her cock, her urethra bulging, cock head flaring, veins expanding as her cock stretches with the force of her milk. The ropes explode everywhere, thick Ozzie painting the ceiling above her completely, dripping down back onto her cock where more cum devastates the walls, each new rope spasming out harder than the last. She continuously produces cum, her balls slowly loosening up, still massive, yet the feel of the skin beginning to loosen around her engorged testicles delights her cock into more twitches. Still just sporadically flinging milk everywhere.
After minutes her orgasm begins to lessen, no longer flinging milk everywhere, but light small spurts that still stain around her, coating her legs, tits and desk. She sits for another few minutes. Her skirt completely stretched around her bulging ass, slowly lowering to her chair again, sitting softly as she holds the base of her cock. Fingers gently weaving through the orange patch, one set of digits making their way lower, cupping around as much as they can around one of her testicles, squeezing gently. Producing another pulse of goo from the stream pouring out of her cock.
She slowly relaxes more and more, eyes closed, muscles softened, legs spread, head back. Soon she begins to feel her cock lossen, her retracted foreskin beginning to slack as the taught pressure of her engorged cock softens. The slight upward curve of her cock begins to flatten, the posture of her shaft canting forward as her mast depressures. Gooey cream still oozing from her cock, the stream slowly getting thinner. Still massaging her balls, she patiently waits, allowing her cock time to settle, the stream of slime slowly ending, the cramp of her cock fading away, and her flaming balls starting to cool.
After a few more minutes, she opens her eyes. A bit of time elapsed, her limp cock draped over her thigh, pulsing more than it normally would with the beat of her heart, only a bit of pre-cum trickling from it. Her balls soft and saggy, fallen over the front of her chair, a tiny idle swinging, the cool air of the room like a gentle breeze against them.
And as such she looks around her room, most of her milk had fallen to the ground, where they had stained the walls. It slowly oozed down, same with the ceiling, only a few strings of slime still slowly falling. She sighs delightfully, breathing calmly, feeling her cream covered breasts, rise and fall, her soft nipples stained with the streams of her breast milk.
She rests for a bit more, before slowly rising, her ripped and stretched nylon loose around her legs, feeling her soaked toes planting within the pool of cum still in her heels as she stands. Her balls sag, cock falling forward as she fully stretches up. Foreskin covering the now calm head of her cock, a thin stringed stream of clear slime lightly fauceting from her slit. Her calves flex, lightly stretching her stocking once more, heels lifting from their spot on her heels, standing almost exactly on ephedra tippy toes as she lazily lifts her arms, huge perky tits falling to the sides of her chest as she arches her back. Standing fully, calmly and relaxed, she looks around again, she’d have to call the custodian again, she kinda feels bad but that is the whole point of hiring extra because of this exact purpose.
She then moves away from her desk to her office bathroom, a perk of being a higher-up, she begins to remove the stained articles around her. She lightly steps out of her heels, picking, bending over and picking them up, placing them to the side where she’ll dump the cum from them later. She then unbuttons the rest of her shirt, the non-ripped ones buttons anyways, slowly revealing her relaxed abs, then she moves to her skirt, disheveled and ruined, undoing the tension strap at the top, so she she can then begin to slide it down her legs, struggling to get it over her wide hips and heavy ass, brushing the tightness of it against her cock, but nonetheless successful in the end.
After that is her stockings, or what’s left of them, rips everywhere, completely slicked with oozed, it’s slimy as she peels them away from her legs, having to sit on the toilet as she removes them, once done she just throws them in the trash. She feels her legs for a second, sifiting her fingers over the crevices of definition, the hard muscle of her thigh relaxed, her legs tingle a bit as she glides her hands down to her calves, feeling the front slightly before gripping the back, a handful of as much of her massive calves, her splayed hand completely hidden from the front. She massages down, over her achilles before wrapping under her heels and around to the top of her feet, fingers light as they trail down to her toes, slowly interning, displacing the strings of cum still stuck between them.
She stands from the toilet, eyeing the shower once again glad that her hard work had earned her this. She starts it quickly, the large coverage of water from the shower head slowly turning warm, before the steam signals to her to step in.
She shivers as the hot water smacks against her body, the tiny pellets like heaven as it soaks away the slick apron her body. She closes her eyes, reminiscing, thinking of the pleasure that got her here. The feeling of her hard cock, her hands stroking as much as the can with every one of her thrusts, the feeling of her hard muscles flexing with every violent push.
Her mind dwindles to the other women, now slightly frustrated that once again this was due to their slutticy, their tight bodies, hidden by tighter clothing, thin athletic figures barely wrapped in even more barely ethical clothing. There was also this other lady, extremely young, who would always wear no panties, she would deliver around with her cart, constantly leaning over, bending to grab stuff, showing her crazy virgin pussy, the fattest puffiest lips, almost fake, exposing every time, and just above would be her pink asshole tiny and hidden behind her perky ass.
Then there’s the lady at the front desk, she wears panties at least, but they don’t hide her cock well, she has a normal sized penis, but it’s as long flaccid as it is when erect, always able to see it hanging from her legs, either stuffed behind her thighs, the head of her cock just peeking beneath her skirt, or in front stuffed into the thin string of her panties creating a nice visible bulge in her skirt. She wants to fuck them so bad just stuff the with cum, drowning them and their dumb bodies from.
Snapping from her frustration, she opens her eyes, met with her rising cock. Leaking more cum as it throbs once again, the stream of water colliding off of it, her balls once again taught and heavy, and she glances over to the clock on the sink vanity, reading only 10:30am.
She sighs, one last time, before grabbing her cock and violently stroking it once more.