Amy masturbates at work

In the early 1980s, I used to work in this factory that made food for snacks. At this time all the staff of the office had their own offices (ah, the days before the cubicles were discovered). The accounting department, where he worked, was in an additional wing at the back. Because of the sensitive nature of our work, the offices had an outside door that was always closed, then each of our offices had its own doors.

During lunch my three co-workers always left, either to go home or to go out for lunch. On the other hand, I ate a sandwich on my desk. It didn't take me long to realize I had a lot of privacy during this time. One day I was super hot, my pussy desperate for a relief. I couldn't take it anymore, and I had to do something. Alone, I closed the door to my office and closed it. Sitting on my desk, I hid my skirt and slipped my panties. Nervously, my fingers fell on my pussy, I quickly gave myself a nice cum. I licked my fingers clean and went back to work.

As time passed I became more comfortable knowing that I was alone, with low chances of being caught. I really started to enjoy the naughty feeling that I masturbated at work, and stop wearing panties for many days. Sometimes I dared enough to bring one of my vibrators or consolators along a fast lunch. Then one day, I became very wild.

The month is over, and we were late. My boss asked me if I'd mind coming over the weekend to finish the data entry. I had plans for Saturday, but I offered to come on Sunday, which my boss thanked. As I expected, I was totally alone. You see, the plant was closed on weekends, so it was just me and the old security guard at the front door.

I have to admit, I was in a bad mood. Although I had masturbated before I left my apartment, I knew it wouldn't last. Before I left, I put my vibrator in my big bag, along with a magazine.

By lunch time almost everything had been done, but boy was getting me hot. Deciding it was time for a "break" I made sure the door to the field office area was closed, then I closed my own office. It was then that I realized that I had some dilemma, instead of my skirt or normal dress that I had worn jeans, a T-shirt and bra that day. (No, no panties!)

At first I tried to slide my hand through my jeans, but it wasn't very comfortable. Putting caution on the wind, I took off my shoes, so my pants too. I took the dirty magazine out of my bag and opened it to a movie of a great type of dick fucking a great brunette blowjob. My fingers rubbed my cleft until I had my first orgasm. It was nice but not good enough.

You want more I took off my shirt and bra, unleashing my D-cups so I could lick and suck them. Lying on the floor I put my feet on the desk, using it to keep the legs extended. I turned on my vibrator and put it in my hot, hairy. My other hand raised my breasts in the face, letting me suck my nipples.

Over and over again I put that vibe in my body, it felt very good knowing how naughty I was masturbating at work. I was moaning audibly, not even trying to be quiet when my orgasm hit. Leaving a little crying, I got my legs together as my juices got out of my pussy, soaking my legs, my hand and my ass.

After I slept there for a few minutes, I decided I needed to get back to work. Soaked, I decided it would be good dry air. With a naughty smile I sat in my chair and finished my data entry while I was totally naked. When I got to the last orders, I got rid of my sex toy back inside my pussy and sat on it, rocking over and over again as a key in the last bits of data.

Ready to go home, I returned my jeans and I pulled them to my crotch, making sure they kept the vibrator inside me. I put my shirt back on, but my bra went back to my bag. During the short trip home I found that I could press against the front of my jeans and make the vibe move inside my body.

Two blocks from my apartment complex all the pressing things I was doing turned the fucking vibrator on! He took all my effort and concentration to complete my unit and park. Walking the stairs to my place was agony and ecstasy, each step caused a mini-orgasma.

You don't have to say, as I get into my apartment, I've thrown my pants on the floor and I've fucked a sperm of monsters, but since that's not work, I'll save that story for another time.