Jesus I’ve got to stopHow did I get here?? What’s happened to me???I’ve…I’ve found myself in
Jesus I’ve got to stopHow did I get here?? What’s happened to me???I’ve…I’ve found myself in the staff bathroom, with my pants at my ankles, cellphone in one hand, staring into that bulge of cleavage, burgeoning over that pink sweater.…and reading those texts…She had been so excited, so giddy and proud, accepting the invite to dinner at our home. Blithely she seemed to pay no attention to my fumblings, my awkwardness with my phone. We talked another couple of minutes, about how well the new girl Randi was doing at the scheduling desk on her first day. But I felt my phone in my pocket, as more texts came through, and I knew I had to leave…“W-would y-you excuse me, Melissa..? I have to, uh…”…so here I am, jerking off again to my new Office Manager, in the sad little men’s room. Staring, thinking, fantasizing…who would do this??? Send me these anonymous texts, emails, pictures of Melissa, just to…to tease me? To shame me, humiliate me? Someone who knows what she’s wearing today…Knowing, knowing deep down I shouldn’t and understanding the power of giving this person what they want, I…I can’t help myself. Stiff, insistent cock in one hand, phone in the other, I reply back:oh jesus, oh fuck…what have I done? shit..shit…shit…I shouldn’t have done that. Jesus, though…nnnngh….I stroke myself harder, harder…and wait for the reply that I know is coming…oh christ, oh christ no….I know, of course, that this is not Melissa. This isn’t Melissa texting me, sending me these pictures. I was actually talking to her, speaking with her, when this one came through, just five minutes ago. She couldn’t have sent it. But who…who…who’s doing this to me…nnngh…Oh shit another picture…I’m stroking even more furiously…I’m…I’m gonna come…I’m aghast at myself for saying this, engaging with this person…but……they’re fucking turning me on… oh shit oh shit oh shit…I feel so defenseless, helpless, submissive, inferior. I can imagine, almost hear it, the women laughing at me. Is it happening here, in my office?? My employees???My body tenses as the next text prepares to come through, those three blinking dots, and as the words materialize it - OH GOD. My whole being jerks, spasmodically, a globby jet of jism rocketing into the air, hitting the cheap tile floor as my stomach collapses into a pit. My vision swimming, but I swear I just saw oh god no the shadow of feet, a condemnatory pair of high heels outside the bathroom door…but somehow I ignore them, eyes glazed and staring at the screen as I come… -- source link