The Quiet Girl at Work

The world was spinning by the time you got to the office and put on some coffee. Other coworkers drifted in slowly. A few stopped by and wished you a good morning. An older gentleman who’d always been sweet to me told you that you smelled nice. But he must have noticed that something was off because he put his hand on your shoulder, a firm manly grip, leaned in closer and asked if you were okay.

You felt your face turn red. Your tight asshole choked the poor little butt-plug. And your panties were drenched. You looked into his eyes and nearly told him what was on your mind. Instead, you smiled and told him you had a crazy commute and this weather was horrid. This made him laugh and pat your back, and you just wanted his hand to slide lower. To bend you over the break room table and pat your ass. To spank you until you admitted that you were a bad girl, a naughty troublemaker who wanted to tease her coworkers.