The Office

A single lamp illuminates the desk I work upon
The office, quiet, eerie now the occupants all gone
While other desks vanish into the darkness of the night
No-one to witness my conduct, to look upon my plight

The monitor displays a scene, a DVD the source
A woman and two men engaged in sexual intercourse
My PC humms to bring to life the action on the screen
And here I am, alone, my eyes focussed upon the scene

A hand strays down to where a nipple’s hard against my bra
Buttons undone, blouse pushed aside, my breasts are free, no bar
The lightest touch sends shock waves to my brain; I must have more
I twist and rub my growing buds, I know what’s next in store!

Reaching between my widening legs the dampness does betray
Pants pushed aside, my cunt exposed, my fingers start to play
An urgent need to overcome, to climax here, tonight
I feel my clit, sensations grow, I sure must look a sight

And as the action hots up on the screen in front of me
The action in the office also warms to some degree
The film unfolds, the action’s hot, I’m getting in a state
My lips apart, my clit exposed, fingers manipulate

A need to fill my aching cunt – but what shall I employ
I have no access to my vibes, I need a different toy
A search returns the only object suitable I feel
The last remaining object from this lunchtimes hurried meal

The banana is rescued from my desk drawer in a trice
I spread my lips and push it in; oh, God, that sure is nice!
The yellow fruit soon dissappears and fills me like a prick
Just like the objects being used on screen, in my skin flick!

So in and out I move the piece as fingers rub my clit
And now and then I reach to feel the hardness of each tit
My cunt’s so wet, my juices flow, a river in between
My passion rises as I watch the people play the scene

And then I feel my climax start I know I’m going to cum
My hand’s a blur, my clit sticks out just like a baby’s thumb
The scene that takes me over the top, oh my it’s so sublime!
The woman’s taken in her cunt and arse at the same time

A stiffled cry declares the point at which my peak occurs
I’m in a sweat, my eyes closed tight, my happy pussy purrs!
Hands slow, the fruit’s removed to leave a gaping soaking hole
A last taste of my juices, then back to my normal role

Now dressed, and properly composed, I’m ready soon to leave
The PC’s off, the disc removed, no evidence I believe . . .
But as I flick the light switch off, a thaught comes to my mind
I smile, the cameras may have taped . . . . they sure will have a find!