Maybe it was the lack of sex this morning that had me all hot and bothered. Maybe it was the conversation my man and I had about black cock last night while he was fucking me that got my pussy feeling all tingly. Or maybe it was just the air. Maybe I just BREATHED today, and that's why I'm horny.

Whatever it was had me grinding my pussy on my office chair again today. The leather must permanently have the scent of a woman in heat. I wonder if the cleaning crew walks into my office every evening and says, "Damn, it sure smells like sex in here!" I wonder if any of them would masturbate and cum on my chair if they knew I would think it was hot. Maybe I should leave them a note... Dear Sir or Madam, Whilst disinfecting my rather whorish office, if the occasion arises that you find yourself in painful lust, please feel free to engage in sexual activity wherever you see fit. The leather feels quite comforting on your bare ass, and while my desk is not the largest size, it can accommodate your legs to be held high in the air quite effectively. There's a bottle of lube in the bottom second drawer to your right. I'd prefer if you left your "calling card" so that I may pleasure myself as well, come morning. Godspeed.

So while squeezing my thighs together to elicit some good vibes, I incur a flood of images of large, extremely hard, black cock. What can I say... I'm a black cock whore. I freely admit it. It's a huge fetish of mine and one that my man also lusts after. He loves envisioning – even seeing in person – me getting my tight, little, pink pussy fucked by a big, fat, black cock. There's something so dirty and hot and primal about being a white girl, getting railed and dominated by a strong black man. Makes me weak in the knees right now just thinking about it all over again.

As the images rush forth, I notice a familiar heat emanating from between my thighs. The only place on my body that overheats... the body temperature of my cunt is pretty near boiling. Regularly. A torrent of fantastic situations pour from the back of my imagination. I'm pretty busy at the office today but I go with it. I have to. I need to cum so badly.

I decide to make a trip to the office bathroom, the one in the far corner of the building that only one other girl uses (maybe for the same thing?) I hurry into the handicapped stall and slam the door shut behind me. I prefer to pleasure myself in the larger bathroom stall because A) If someone walks in, they won't notice my legs spread wide over the toilet, B) I have more room for a quick maneuver of throwing my pants back on, and C) I've got long stems and I need to put them somewhere. I forgot my pocket vibrator today – which I usually keep in my purse for just such an occasion – because I used it in the shower yesterday before the baseball game. Figures. At least I won't have to worry about the sound of the tiny vibrator and getting caught. That relieves me.

I pull my panties down to my ankles, get situated on the toilet seat, lean back, spread my legs, and attack the mound of flesh that is now pulsating in anticipation. I'm so hot and horny that I'm quivering. I see my pussy lips twitching and feel the warmth beneath my fingers. I gently start to stroke my clit piercing, teasing myself, driving myself even more crazy. I gather up some saliva, lean over, and spit onto my pussy so I can rub my clit more furiously. The slippery surface gives my fingers no traction and I sloppily slide down to my hole. Not on purpose, but definitely needed. I had hoped to tease myself a bit longer and get my body really worked up but now I can't pry myself away from the opening to my slit.

My left hand tweaks my left nipple as my other hand pokes through my fleshy labia to the entrance of my pussy. My finger slides in easily... my wetness already running out of me and dripping onto the bathroom floor. I can't help it – I get really wet. This turns me on even more as I begin to fuck myself. One finger doesn't seem to be enough today so I slip in another. My two fingers start gyrating furiously, competing with each other for more fuck time. I start to make circular motions and "come hither" movements with them inside my cunt. By this time my left hand has found its way to my clit. My pussy is being selfish today and wants all the action.

I think about being bent over the couch by a huge black man. He doesn't have a face but he has a chiseled body, strong hands, and a large dick. The head of his cock first starts to drip pre-cum and I see it sliding out of his pink head and down his chocolate shaft. He uses it to stroke himself so that he can fuck me like a machine. There's nothing I love more than an overly hard cock. Nothing in-between... I want it to feel like raw metal inside of me. He teases his head along the opening to my hole as I do the same to myself in the bathroom with my fingers. As his cock first penetrates me, my fingers glide easily inside me once again. Slowly at first, then with more purpose. He fucks me with a driven determination to get his cock off. The faster he fucks me, the faster I finger myself. The only image I see in my mind's eye is the close up view of his black cock thrusting and hammering in and out of my pink, wet cunt. Cock. Cunt. That's all I see and it makes me want to ejaculate.

The black cock pulls out of me just enough so that I see his head emerge from my slit and see his shaft glistening with my juices. I watch as his cock pulses and a wave of orgasm comes on. The veins in his dick engorged with blood; he's ready to burst. I see his hand stroke the rest of his cock while his head kisses my pussy and his sticky load starts to shoot out all over my hot snatch. On it, in it, around it... he sprays his cum all over the toy he just fucked. I see the milky substance spray all over me... I watch as he cums in waves... I see him cum once, then twice, then three times and, at last, four. His load is large and sweet smelling and I can't wait to taste it.

I grip the sides of the toilet with my thighs and hang on for dear life. The roller coaster of orgasm that is coming on is not for the faint of heart. I feel the first throb and continue to rub my clit raw. I clench my teeth, bear down on my pussy with both hands, and rock orgasm after orgasm out of my hot body. I work the cum out of me and drench myself – my pussy explodes all over the toilet. My cunt is now sensitive, so I let up and caress my lips gently and softly, petting myself for being such a good girl.

After a few moments to catch my breath, I weakly stand up and pull my pants back on. I hobble out of the stall and go to wash up (I'd rather leave my cum all over my hands but seeing as this is a place of business, I think it wise to be a bit professional). No sooner had I turned on the water than I felt my own water drain out of me. My pussy came so hard and so much that when I stood up, I practically gushed. All over my work slacks – which are white today – and are now see-through. I hurry back into the stall to take off my panties which are completely useless at this point. I ball them up and throw them in the trash, not needing them anymore.

Now I'm sitting at my desk with a shirt tied around my waist, in fear of standing up, waiting for my pants to dry. And, believe it or not, I'm starting to feel horny again...

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