Sam slammed her laptop shut after reading her last email for the week. Her smug, rude, and lazy colleague had once again taken credit for work she had done. She had tried to bring this up to HR numerous times to no avail. “I guess you can just take credit for everything when daddy is the big boss,” Sam snarled into the void.

She stomped out of her home office, up the stairs, and into her bedroom. Her safe place. Sam looked at her nightstand and felt it happening. As she saw the head of her favorite anatomically correct dildo lying in the half-open drawer, she couldn’t help but feel aroused, despite what had happened only moments before.

In an instant, her mind was transported to the many evenings she had spent using the very dildo that she now found her gaze fixed on. In that moment, a decision was made. Sam marched toward her nightstand and grabbed it. She stripped and threw herself onto her bed, face still red with anger. But she had to masturbate, partly because she realized how wet she had become, but even more so to spite her dick of a coworker.

Sam slathered her dildo in lubricant. As she did so, she subconsciously traced the very pronounced blue veins that gave her dildo its texture. A texture with which Sam was intimately familiar by this point.

She spread her legs and plunged half of the massive dildo inside of her in one smooth motion. Sam immediately felt a slight throbbing pain from being stretched so abruptly. In the handful of seconds that she paused for the pain to subside, Sam started to wonder which was the bigger dick, her coworker or the silicone one currently inside her; she couldn’t decide.

The second that the throbbing faded, Sam wrapped one hand tightly around the base of the dildo. As soon as she had a firm grip on it, the aggressive thrusting motions began. Her conscious mind began to lag behind as Sam started acting out of instinct. The fire of anger drove the ferocity of every move her body made.

Sam’s usual moans morphed into growls and grunts through gritted teeth. The sound dripped with equal parts pleasure and audible frustration. “Fuck you,” she hissed repeatedly under her breath as she pounded herself relentlessly.

With her free hand, Sam rummaged through the drawer she pulled her dildo out of not long ago, until her hand was met by the distinct shape of her clit sucker. Sam quickly took it out, and seemingly before she could blink, she already had the toy pressed against her swollen, glistening clit.

Sam turned the toy on, and without thinking, she pressed the plus button repeatedly until her toy’s motor rumbled to life at its highest possible intensity, causing her to squirm and let out a loud yelp. Despite that, she kept pressing the toy against her clit. Sam’s growls stopped as she began to moan at a higher pitch and volume.

It came without warning; all of a sudden, Sam’s legs started to shake wildly, and only seconds later, Sam experienced a violent, untamed orgasmic eruption. “You asshole!” she shouted right before she lost control. As Sam came, “more” was the only word in her mind. She needed to make herself cum until she physically couldn’t anymore to start her weekend well.

She pushed her dildo out and carelessly tossed it away from her. The sucker soon followed. As they landed on the floor with a dull thud, Sam instinctively fished her corded wand out of her toy drawer. In a single motion, she rolled over onto her stomach and plugged the wand into the outlet integrated into her nightstand.

Sam turned the wand on and pushed herself up with her knees just enough to slide the wand under her. She then straddled it. The rumbling vibrations rippled through her body immediately. Sam kept composure and control of her fine motor skills for just long enough to claw at her pillow and pull it toward her, initially resting her head on it, but soon after burying her face in it.

Sam came this way again and again, a wet spot forming and enlarging with each consecutive peak. Moans and cries that would otherwise be ear-splittingly loud were muffled by her soft, warm pillow.

Eventually Sam became so sensitive she could no longer endure this barrage of sensation. She practically jumped up, away from her wand, unable to bear having it touch her privates for any longer. She stood up, supporting her body against whatever was within arm's reach. Sam did not trust her legs to carry her.

With shaky steps, Sam slowly made her way to the bathroom. She turned her shower on and sat down on the shower floor, her legs still not being steady enough to stand upright for longer than a handful of seconds. Sam just sat there, water rushing over her just like the overwhelming pleasure had done moments before.

Sam closed her eyes, and as she let the water run over her face, she realized she was finally at peace. Well, until she tilted her head forward and a small stream of water trickled from her head down between her legs. “Oh, fuck,” Sam exclaimed as the water hit her still swollen clit. “Here we go again,” she thought.

She stood up, waiting a second to evaluate how steady she now was. “Good enough,” Sam thought as she reached for the showerhead. She pressed her back firmly against the cold, white tiles behind her and spread her legs for the final time. Sam watched as her hand seemingly developed a mind of its own and smoothly slid the showerhead in between her wide-open legs.

As soon as Sam felt the water spray hitting her clit it became harder to keep herself standing once more. Sam therefore allowed herself to gently slide down the wall until she once again sat on the floor.

Sam realized she was moaning again as she heard herself reverberate off the bathroom tiles. Sam was quickly overwhelmed and enveloped by sensation, since her clit was still sensitive. Her orgasm approached rapidly, so rapidly it caught her off guard. Mere seconds later, Sam once again felt nothing but bliss. After which she quickly redirected the water away from her genitals.

Sam quickly finished her shower, changed her sheets, and crawled back into bed for a well-deserved nap. Not thinking about the colleague who had angered her so much only hours ago, she blissfully drifted off to sleep with a smile frozen on her face.