Mr. and Mrs. Kink (dot com)

[Posted Originally At Thursday's Child - He sets my slut free.]

Taken with my iPhone at the moment of orgasm…for him, for her, for all three of them.

I was having the most awful day. But somehow, he knew what I needed. He sent me a message, telling me

“Your day sucks because you’ve forgotten you are a slut. Go CUM now! If you want me to take you THERE, you must obey. Free will surrendered.”

I sat there for a moment, cheeks burning, reading those words over and over, feeling the heat between my legs grow from an ember to an out of control forest fire. I squeezed my thighs together, enjoying the desire shooting through me, feeling my nipples harden into obvious points beneath the thin fabric of my shirt. His order went against everything I’d ever told myself, about separating my sex life and work persona, about never crossing that line.

I forced myself to get up, to shut off every single, coherent, logical thought in my head. To silence the little voice asking me what I was doing, telling me to sit back down in my cubicle and shut my phone off. I slipped my phone into my pocket, walked calmly to the office bathroom, and locked the door behind me.
My lust, my desire, my need, it all overflowed in one wonderful moment, and I was up against the wall, pants unbuttoned, panties pushed down, and my fingers between my wet lips, thrusting into me, fucking me. I could hear the voices of my coworkers as they passed outside the door, not five feet from where I masturbated myself. Hearing them going about their mundane office tasks turned me on even more, and I was so close, right on the edge.

Thinking about them, spending every day working with me, and yet having no idea of what a whore I could be, ohmygod, it was sofuckinghot, and I started to come, so hard that I had to bite into my lip to stop any sound, any groan or whimper from escaping and giving me away and exposing my secrets.

I stayed there for a while, leaning against the wall, trying to steady my breaths from ragged pants back to normal. I snapped a few pic to send to him, to his wife, to my husband. I wanted them all to know what I’d done for him.

Walking back to my desk, I wondered if everyone was watching me, if they could somehow tell what I had just done. I wondered if my slightly disheveled hair gave me away, or maybe they could smell my musky scent on the tips of my fingers, see the glassy look in my eyes as my body recovered from orgasm. I texted him, told him what I’d done. And he was proud of me, writing back

“Good girl. I’m very proud of you. See how sexy you are? D loves a very sexy slut. Integrating your Slut can be liberating…

Alright. Enough. Sit at your desk and think of Catalina in cumslut mode, sitting next to her as she sucks me off, right there in your office, in front of everyone. Think of the sounds, the smell, as I pump my cum down her throat. All eyes are on YOU. Your coworkers. Peers, friends, and enemies.

Kiss her, Thursday. Taste my cum on the lips of this woman, in front of everyone.”

I cannot begin to articulate how badly I want to be that for him, for both of them, and for my D…

Every three months or so I go through my phone and read the text messages that I have saved. I chose a few of my favorites and put them here for you to enjoy, too. They are exactly as I received them

• I love you, beautiful. You are a henna headed dream.
• (You’re so hot) I want to lick your pussy until you cum three times.
• You look good in stockings.
• (I love you) You look stunning. Knock ‘em dead, kid. I love you. Thanks for working tonight, for us.
• (I love you, buttercup) Breathe, honey. You’re fine. I love you with all my heart.
• (Estas en mi corazon) Mi vida… mi amor
• (I love you) You’re my best friend, and I think you’re beautiful.
• Will You Marry Me?
• (You are the sexiest woman ever) I love you. You’re my Ideal Beauty.
• Go into the bathroom, take a picture of your pussy with your phone, send it to me. You have ten minutes.
• Oh hang on, I’m on the phone with Mz. Berlin.