The elevator dings and brings me up to my level of the workplace. I hurry along to my desk, eager to see if he shows today. Every day is always a guess. It is part of the torturous fun.

As I sit in my computer chair at my desk, I look around excitedly. Sadly, I have yet to see his head above any of the cubicles. I sigh with anxiety. I want him to come to see me. I smooth out my ass-hugging pencil skirt and pull down my blouse to try to reveal my girls more.

Now that I am at my small space in the back, I undo the top button so that the tops of my boobs that are being pressed together by my push-up bra show easily from my blouse. He has voiced his attraction when I show some skin, so I try to use it to my advantage.

I look at the reflection of my black computer screen to assess my appearance. My breasts peek out teasingly from my shirt and neck is well revealed with my long dark hair tied up in my ponytail.

I slightly panic but mostly get excited when I think that today maybe he wants to pull my hair? I quickly remove my hair from its restraint and fluff it around with my fingers.

After feeling like it falls well around my face and shoulders, I look around once more. Still no sign of him. I let out a deep breath. My chest is heavy and my flesh is already tingling with anticipation for what may not even come today. I pull and grip the bottom of my skirt in pleasure.

God, that's what makes his tease so good for me! I am at his beck and call no matter how I plan for the day. Since he has yet to show, I turn on my computer and decide to try to distract myself by doing some work.

At every movement around my cubicle wall, I instinctively look up to see if he is visiting me, but it seems that I am of no importance to anyone today. As the hours pass by my lonesome, my excitement slowly edges away to the thought of him not showing today.

When the time for lunch comes I walk with almost a sulk-like posture. With all of our seductive dirty talk yesterday and how he just kept wanting more pictures, I had gone over the wall in wanting his touch.

Though now it seems as if I may not even get to see his face today. As I wander into the break room and sit with coworkers, I wonder if I should button my shirt back up and return the proper look of a good office worker.

The moment that I decided that I should probably give up, salvation arrives. The man that my body craves comes walking in the door. I immediately perk up and my heart begins to race. Now the fun begins. I hope.

I place my arms on the table and fold them on top of each other against my chest, then lean forward just a tad to rest my breasts on my arms. This pushes them up slightly so even more shows from the buttons that, I am glad, are still undone.

As he walks past, I flick my eyes towards him expectantly, but he does not look up from his phone. I try to keep from showing my disappointment. He continues walking right past me, grabs a small snack bag off the counter, then turns around and leaves.

He doesn't so much as look at me to acknowledge my presence among our colleagues. On the outside, I smile and nod along to whatever my tablemate is saying, but on the inside, I am completely baffled.

After yesterday, I thought he would be itching to get at me, but he didn't even look at me. How in the hell can he act so normal when he has had me shaking with excitement at his words and touch?

I quickly and quietly finish my lunch then return to my desk. When I get there, I lightly slam my hands against the top of my desk in sexual frustration. God damn him and his teasing! It feels so amazing but also kills me inside.

Does he not want me today? Was that his girlfriend he was texting so he has no interest in his office toy right now? Ugh, I just want his touch! As I am currently too worked up in a sort of open area, I decide to make my way to the supply closet to calm down.

I arrive without too much attention and walk further towards the back in a random aisle. I let out a big hefty sigh to combat the chest heaviness that had returned when I laid eyes on my torturous pet in the break room.

"Wow, sounds like you're pretty stressed there," I hear a voice say from the entrance of this aisle. I look to my right and see him standing right before me just a little way down the aisle. My heart quickens and I begin to feel a slight tingle return between my legs. I smile at him. 

"Oh, not too stressed. Just today isn't going as planned," I hint to him subtly. You. You are the reason. I need your hands on my body. He slightly inches closer my way. My heart quickens and my longing increases.

"I'm sorry about that. You know, it feels really good to hug out stresses."

"Oh, is that so? Well, you wouldn't happen to have any free hugs, would you?" I ask back at him. Please be the type of hug I am craving, I silently beg to myself.

"I just so happen to have a hug right here," he tells me as he opens his arms to me. I smile eagerly and walk into his arms. I want to squeeze as close as I can to him, so I put both my arms under his and wrap them tightly around him.

He wraps his arms around my upper back is holding me against him, tight. My boobs press firmly against his chest and I pull my body in close so that my hips are pressing up against him almost equally as hard.

We hold this tight hug for a few seconds then finally he begins to move his hands. First, higher up my back nearing my shoulders, then lower and lower. They go out to each side and slowly slide down the outside of my torso to my lower back.

He then returns his hands completely on my back and moves his hands down a touch further. I feel his fingertips brush the top of my ass and dig in a little harder before climbing back up the outer sides of my torso.

My chest gets heavier as my heart speeds up. As his fingers grab tighter on my ass, I lean my hips even further into him to press aggressively into his crotch. I nearly want to let out a moan when I can feel, through his pants, that he has already grown a bit hard for me.

He quickly explores my body again and returns low. Instead of stopping at the fingertips this time he grabs a handful of sweet ass to make me grind into him again. I press even harder against him this time and squeeze my arms tighter to pull our upper bodies closer as well.

His body responds by digging his nails in deeper as he runs his hands across me faster and pressing against me with more force than I put on him. Suddenly during our intense hug, he forces me backward by walking forward. I slowly half walk, half stumble backward with his movement.

He doesn't stop till he throws me against the wall at the far end of the aisle with a loud thump. All of my breath escapes from me in the form of a moan. He knows this drives me crazy and uses it against me perfectly.

While he has my body pinned to the wall, his hands move from exploring the outside edges to my front side. Speedily starting at my stomach then, with both hands, moves up my chest and scrapes lightly over the surface. God, he teases my body with his hands like no other.

I can feel my pussy beginning to drip as it is filled with my wet excitement. I try not to move my upper body so he may play with me as he pleases. Instead, I grab his hips and pull them towards me so I can use my lower body to press with all my might against him to feel his member through his jeans.

Without pause, his hand returns to my chest but saves me from the light touching by filling his hands with my breasts. He squeezes, pulls, and digs at them to put me through pure ecstasy.

In another swift fluid motion he moves his hands down to my butt then, with his firm grip, flips me around and slams be up against the wall once more. Another moan escapes my lips at his roughness. Yes! Throw me how you want me! I beg inside my head.

Thankfully the rows and shelves of the supply closet are full and not easy to see through, but plenty easy to hear through, so I tell myself I need to stay quiet. The thought of possibly being caught with someone already in a relationship doubles all the excitement for me.

He slams his crotch against my ass with hard thrusts continuously after the other while endlessly groping my breasts. My blazer must be too thick because he decides to slip his hands under my blazer and grab erotically at me with only my bra between his hand and my bare flesh.

My heart pounds with such excitement that it causes every breath to come out heavy. I can do nothing but stick my ass out towards him so he may pound against me easier. I want to moan to let him hear how much what he is doing pleases me, but I hold it in the best I can.

Keeping his hands on my large breasts under my shirt, he pulls me back so my whole backside is against his body now. He roughly grinds his hips against me as his hands squeeze every inch of me. I move my right hand to the outside of his right leg and just rub up and down.

I slowly make my way around to the front of his leg just below where I want to be. I hover there just rubbing, asking permission, as a good toy does, to move further.

He removes one hand from my chest to grab my hand and put it between our two bodies, right on top of his now well-grown member. I stifle another moan at how much he must want me if he has gotten this hard.

I rub hard against him, doing my best to wrap my hand around his cock even through the layers of clothing. I hear his breath escape him behind me. God, I wish I could hear him moan to me.

With the hand that just gave me what I wanted, he moves up along my body and scrapes against my chest but keeps going. He scrapes his fingers along the back of my neck and up to the base of my head. I feel him wrap his fingers around my hair and give my hair a light pull.

This sends a wave of pleasure down through my whole body. I rub my hand a little harder against him. Without warning, he grabs my hair a little harder and forcefully pulls my head to the side, exposing my bare neck to him. I wiggle my body against his in anticipation.

Please bite me! Bite me hard! I beg inside myself. As if to answer my plea, I feel his lips and facial hair lightly brush against my neck. Slowly exploring, looking for which spot will affect me the most. When his lips reach near the base of my neck, my body involuntarily shivers.

He notices this and takes it as his cue. Without delay, he sinks his teeth deep into my neck, sending waves through me. I can't help but let out a quiet moan as it almost buckles my knees.

But he has a good grip on me with one hand still enjoying my boobs and the other tightly holding my hair. Eventually, he decides he has turned me on enough and lets go of my neck and my hair.

He leans towards my ear and seductively whispers, "Undo your shirt." I quickly move my hands to my shirt and begin unbuttoning the rest of the buttons. As I do, he moves both of his hands to my hips and turns me around to face him.

Once I finish with my blouse, I grab the sides of it and pull them away, revealing my large breasts being held up by a fairly small bra that barely covers my nipples. He stares at them with a longing in his eyes but doesn't touch them just yet.

His hands are busy undoing the zipper to his pants. I bite my lip in the excitement of being able to feel his hardness in my hand better. Once he finishes, he grabs my hand and puts it back where it was before I was turned around. I need no other invitation.

I glide my hand through the new opening and find my prize. Even though it is still buried beneath a single thin layer of clothing, I stroke his cock from the base to the tip, wrapping a couple of fingers around the sides of his shaft to add more and more pleasing sensations.

He lets out another sigh right above my ear, telling me I am returning the pleasure that he has been giving me. We stand there enjoying the pure bliss of the moment. His manly thickness, beneath my hand, my whole body bending to his every whim.

He wraps one arm around my upper back to pull my chest in tight while his other hand gives my ass a light slap. I groan in pleasure. I want harder but we both know that it would be too loud. After another spanking, he leans down and suddenly gives the top of my ear a nibble.

I squeeze my hand a little tighter around him to silently tell him I want more. He obliges only a short while longer, for he stops to whisper into my ear, "Give me your tongue." I eagerly follow his orders and meet my tongue to his outside of our mouths.

I make sure to press my tits hard to his chest as our tongues dance wildly against each other. As I blissfully enjoy our wet dance, he places his hands on my hips and throws me against the wall once more.

I bite my thumb to hold back the moan I want to release while he closes the gap between us. I go to wrap my arms around him to return to our closeness, but he only brings his hips back against me and not his upper body.

I go to look up at him as to why he won't come close to me, but the moment I do, he slams his lips against mine. I almost forget to kiss him back due to my surprise, as he has never kissed me before. Always rough sexual contact with the rest of our bodies but never the lips, till now.

Now we have a deep, sensual, powerful kiss. One full of lust. One from the devilish master to the living sex toy, occasionally parting our lips for more delicious tongue play to increase the pleasure from it.

God, if I could fuck this man I would already be bending over a shelf for him to shove his long cock deep into my soaking pussy. I just want him so bad! I slide my hand down back into his pants and stroke him to the best of my ability within the cloth restrictions.

He gives me one last hard kiss then separates our lips. "I need to cum. Get on your knees," he says to me as he traces his index finger over my lips. I smile at him and quickly wrap my lips around his finger and suck on it for a second or two.

While I do so, his other hand works quickly with his pants to release his meat for me. I let go of his finger and fall to my knees in front of him, just in time for my delicious gift to fall in front of my face. I smile with eagerness, but first I want to rub his length properly.

I take his cock in my hand and stroke it in front of my face steadily. It's so long and plenty thick that my hand is barely able to wrap around all of him. I bet it would fill up my pussy perfectly. I wiggle a little with excitement on my knees.

It wouldn't be nice to keep my master waiting for too long. I open my mouth and immediately take in as much of him as possible. To my delight, he groans and wraps his hands in my hair again, though he doesn't push so that I can suck him as I please.

I bob my head up and down his full length vigorously until he surprisingly pulls out of my mouth by holding my hair away from him. I whimper and look up at him to show my sadness. "I don't want to cum this soon," he offers up to me. But I want you to! I want all of your cum in my mouth.

"I don't mind," I say to him. Then I decide to push my luck and try again. I bring my lips right up to the tip. I use his cock to push open my lips slowly. His hands stay tight in my hair, but he lets me continue to suck him.

Once most of the head is in, I whip my tongue across all of him that I can currently reach. When he still doesn't pull away, I lean in deeper. I use my tongue to stroke him as he goes further and further down my throat.

Before I get to the end, I take less than a second's pause, then quickly shove the rest of his cock in my mouth. He does his best to hold in the moan from the sudden pleasure but it does not work so well. It encourages me to put my full attention at his base.

I press my tongue against him as I slide it up and down with my head. Finally, he holds my head up against his hips and allows only very little movement right at the base, so I tighten my lips and press hard against him as I whip my tongue around.

I am rewarded with quick hot bursts of cum down the back of my throat. He releases pressure on my head, but I keep most of him in my mouth as I swallow to not lose a single drop.

Once I am sure he is finished, I take him out of my mouth and lick his softening member just for good measure. He helps me get up from my knees then takes a moment to tuck everything back away. When he looks back at me, I smile at him.

Finally, after all the teasing, I got what I wanted. I fix my hair and go to start buttoning up my shirt when he puts his hands between mine. I look up at him, confused once again, but he just smiles at me.

Before I can ask anything, he pushes my shoulders back to pin me against the wall again. Then he bends down and kisses the very top of my breasts before grabbing them both with one in each hand. He pushes them up against his face and rubs his face in between them.

His lips and facial hair touches me sensually while his hands dig forcefully into my tits. I bite my lip and press my chest further into his face. He slips his hands underneath my bra and tightly grabs each nipple between his fingers.

I press my legs together and involuntarily rub them against each other, squishing my sex between them. Oh god, don't moan, don't moan! I remind myself. He releases my breasts from their erotic prison and flips me against the wall so my bare nipples are pressed against the cold wall.

My breath escapes me as it seems to get a lot harder to breathe from all the attention. He uses one hand to pull my hips from the wall right up against him again, and the other sneaks down the side of my skirt. My heart quickens with anticipation of his touch.

When he reaches the bottom of my skirt, he pulls it up and glides his hand up the inside of my thigh. I press my ass tighter against him to show my eagerness. It seems to be a lifetime till he reaches my thin lace panties and pushes them to the side.

He slides his fingers to my pussy lips and just lightly touches them. I shiver and prepare myself for the ecstasy that I have to not shout out loud. Gently he parts my lips and traces the soaking wet entrance to my body.

His other hand pulls me against him tighter then he sticks two fingers inside me. I bring my fist to my mouth and bite down as he begins fingering me. Oh god, it feels so good but I have to be quiet. I glance over at him and he has his mischievous grin.

Enjoying the fact that am screaming with pleasure but cannot voice it, I close my eyes to enjoy the way his fingers slide in and out of me. As if that wasn't enough, he guides his thumb over to my bud and begins to rub it, sending shock waves through me.

After all the teasing, grinding, and sucking, this is too much for me. I feel the tightness build up and my muscles get tense. I bite my fist hard to stay quiet as I finally cum onto his fingers and soak my lace underwear.

He slowly removes his fingers from me and gently turns me to face him as I fix my skirt. He places his soaked fingers on my lips and I gratefully lick them clean. Afterward, I button my shirt back up without interruption this time and look up at him with a smile.

"Well, I feel better now," I say to him. He smiles back at me. 

"Good. Then shall we?" he asks as he motions to the open end of the aisle.

"So we shall," I say back and walk past him. I grab an empty folder before leaving and walk directly out of the room towards my desk. No one is looking in this direction, so we must've succeeded in not drawing attention. I smile to myself. With that being so much fun, I can't imagine what he has planned for me next time.