As I sit at my desk I feel my softness pushing against the chair yearning to be touched, and sucked and pounded hard. My breasts are straining against the fabric of my blouse aching to be fondled and suckled.

It has been what seems like an eternity since Ive had the pleasure of being with a man, of feeling their wonderful hardness in my mouth and my softness. How long is this dry spell going to last, am I going to survive it? My toys are taking abuse and I fear I will wear them out. I think I had better make myself a note to take stock in Duracell! The work is piled up but my mind wont focus on the tasks at hand it wanders to the what ifs and the has beens. Maybe I was better off in a loveless marriage with sex once every six weeks? Nah, that was too lonely and too severe for a girl .

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too severe for a girl that would love it at the very least - once a day. Now for the what ifs - what if a man was to walk into my office, close the door, and quickly sweep me out of my chair .

. . He would pick me up out of my chair and hold my head as he kisses me hard on the lips, our tongues would dart in and out of each others mouths with a hunger for where we were headed, As he pushes me up against the hard, cold, cement wall behind the desk I would be able to feel the buldge growing in his pants. That would make me a little crazy and I would have to quickly undo his pants so that I could have him in my mouth ummmm I would drop to my knees and tease him just a little because of course I would want to have him in my mouth- all of him - all the way down and twisting all the way up and all the way down again. He would gently wrap his hand in my hair and help me get just the right tempo for him. My hands would be massaging his legs and stroking his balls.

He would smell so good and I would never want it to end. All the time my softness would be aching for all of that manliness to fill me up. He would be a sweetie and make sure that just before I almost had him there he would stop my sucking and pull my shirt off over my head and enjoy my breasts for a time before he would slowly tease my skirt up to allow him access. Since he is so tall he would ease me up and then down onto his wonderful length, he would press my back against the wall while holding my hands over my head his mouth would be busy traveling my neck and breasts as he would thrust into me with such force that it would be an awesome mix of pleasure and pain. The cold wall and the warmth of him would drive me wild - not to mention being pegged to the wall with such a fine hard length! I would be straining to keep quiet - I never have been very good at that and I would never want it to stop because it would feel sooo damn good.

His thrusting would switch from a fast urgent pace to a slow drive you insane rocking and back again. Finally on a rocking cycle I would not be able to hold my composure any longer and I would squirt all over him then I would quickly drop to my knees again and finish him off properly with a nice long swallow.