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Email from Cindy's Box #01

By: little_asian_cherry



A male reader asks if his sexy emails affect me:



Do I get wet from what you write me? Just let me check... well, that question alone seems to be having a bit of an effect on me ^.^

I love conversing... like, you write some of a story, then I write some. The whole interaction there is what gets me...

Like, I could write you a story of how I only get on here when I'm already in the mood, and usually only in my underwear. I could tell you how I play with my little pussy through the fabric of my panties, until I have to slide my fingers into them and down my wet slit. How reading your story builds me up and then writing back just makes it so much more intense.

I could tell you how much I get off by reading what you write and writing back to it. But it wouldn't be true.

That is to say, it would be factual. I do only get on here when I already want to get off, and I do get turned on by reading and writing back and forth, by the intellectualized interaction of email stories. But to tell you a story about it, that would be the lie.

It's not a story. I don't start out slow and build up to the climax. I just... start out slow and build up to the climax. But I know from the very beginning just what climax is coming, just who is cumming, there's no deceit there. A story is a naturally dishonest construct, building up drama and suspense along a standard formulation. I won't lie to you like that.

So, yes, I do get wet. Very wet. And I love it. My tight, clean shaven little pussy dies for reading and writing sexy little stories. That's why I got on lit in the first place. In fact, I like it more than I liked my last boyfriend. At least with lit, I don't end the night unfulfilled in bed.

So I won't lie to you by making a story out of it. I won't hide behind the construct of a sexy story about me getting off. I'll tell you the truth right out.

I get wet reading your stories. I get off by writing back.

And I very much enjoy it. ^.^

I promise to "enjoy" everything you write. ^.^

~ Cindy



I tell a male reader about my creative process:



Gosh, it's been a while, ya? I'm sorry! I'll have to make it up to you ^.^

I'm having a naughty Saturday session of my own, hehe. I just finished up the next part of my story and sent it to my editor, and have to admit that my little blue cotton panties are a bit damp ^.^

You see, in the story, I'm super horny. I've been getting more and more turned on all day by getting exposed everywhere I go, and I was in the shower getting off when Wanda's boyfriend showed up. I end up in the living room wearing only a skimpy bathrobe, sitting with him and a mostly naked Jess, my pussy still burning.

Writing it is a lot of fun. It's hard to imagine myself in a situation like that without, well, feeling it a little bit ^.^ I've home alone today, so I'm hanging out in just a plain old pair of blue panties right now. My breasts, well, let's see if they're very tender... They most certainly are! Just running my fingertips along them is very much enjoyable ^.^

Typing, though, doesn't really give me a free hand, so I can't type and, well, really get into the story, haha! At first, I was just running my fingers a long the crease in my panties between my lips whenever I wasn't typing, but that quickly became not nearly enough. Soon, I was sliding my hand in and out of my panties, pressing my fingers against my smooth skin. I've been clean shaven down there lately, and it is definitely enjoyable. I'm sure that girl you saw on the beach was a very fair comparison ^.^ 

Eventually I just had to take my panties off. It's a hassle, you know! Haha ^.^ By the end of editing my story, I was sliding a finger in and out of my slippery, wet hole, teasing my little clitty every now and then, just as I'm doing right now ^.^ Maybe I should take my panties back off again...

I hope you enjoy this as much as I'm, well, continuing to enjoy it... ^.^

~ Cindy

Email from Cindy's Box #02



I have a hole in my schedule. That is, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, which are the only days the instructors at my school seem to like to teach, I have a break in my schedule from 10:15 to 11:30. It looks like a little thing, but it means I have plenty of time to walk from the science and engineering building back to my dorm room and have a good hour to myself. No room mate. Just me. And a computer.

So, I was in my room, typing up part of a sexy story I'm writing and just generally enjoying the "creative process." The locked door and my precious moments of shared-dorm privacy had me biting my lip as I slid my skirt up my thighs and pulled my panties down. I spread my knees slightly, baring my clean-shaved crotch for a little more "creativity."

I ran my fingers up and down the smooth, tender slit, and spread my legs a little further, kicking my panties off and into the corner. It felt so good to be sitting here in the middle of the day, sliding my fingers along my very wet pussy.

As the laws of narrative causality predict, once I had gotten my fingers deep enough inside myself to really start enjoying it, I happened to glance at the clock and realized that not only did I not have time to get anywhere, I suddenly had somewhere else to get to. I smacked my computer shut and grabbed my bag, tugging my skirt back into place as I ran out my door and down the hall. The dorms are only a little way from the science and engineering building, but it was still going to be close.

I was running down the stairs when I stopped suddenly. Panties. They were still in the corner of my room, and decidedly not under my skirt. It was a split-second decision, I could turn back and be noticeably late or I could press on, with nothing on. And they were really cracking down on tardiness and absences lately, something to do with terrorism. "Fuck," I whispered quietly to myself. My white cotton skirt was only a few inches above my knees, so I was probably safe. I kept moving.

My professor, Dr. Rowe, said my name just as I stepped in the door.

"Here," I replied, out of breath. I looked up at the stadium-style seating in the small room. It's an upper-level engineering course, so there's only 20-30 people in it, but they always pick a room just a little too small. I guess they always anticipate attrition, even at this level.

Coming late as I did, there was only one spot free, right up front. I've discovered during my time here that no one ever wants to sit near the teacher. I sat down and pulled my stuff out of my bag, setting it on the tabletop as Rowe finished up the attendance.

Dr Rowe is a new professor here. This is his first semester, but they say he's already gotten some from the only female instructor in the engineering department. She's not bad, a little pudgy, but I'm not judging. He could probably do better, though.

He's not tall, but he's not short. He's not built, but he's certainly not a fatty. He has this slicked-back hair, though, and that looks really stupid. But, hey, it's his thing, I guess.

As my mind wandered off thinking about him and Ms. Wilkes, I guess my inattention caught his eye. "Ms. Belle?" The front of the class is a foot or two below the first row, and he had to look slightly upward to look me in the eye.

"Um..." I looked at the board. It was... Gauss's law? He was... integrating a sphere to solve for charge? "Rho squared sine theta?" I hazarded.

"Very good. Nice to see some of us are paying attention..." That went surprisingly well. I started paying more attention to the board now. Dr. Rowe kept pacing back and forth across the room as he talked. I watched him, and it seemed like he was starting to spend more and more time on my side of the room.

I just watched as he talked, listening to what he was explaining. He was looking at us, the way teachers do, but it looked like he was looking at me quite a lot. Then, just for an instant, I saw his eyes dart down as he looked at me. Puzzled, I watched his eyes more closely, and it happened again when he came by me. Then I remembered what was under my skirt. Or, rather, what wasn't.

He walked up again, his eyes darting down, and I popped my legs back together. He almost barely stuttered for a second as our eyes met. Unnoticeable if you weren't watching for it. For some instinctive reason, I pretended I hadn't noticed anything. I could have glared sharply and communicated that I knew, but for some reason I just looked blankly back at him. I shifted in my seat, trying to make suddenly closing my legs like that look natural.

What could he really see? I mean, my skirt should block the light, right? Well, maybe not. I mean, it is white cotton, and if I wear black panties, they're pretty visible. And it's pretty bright in here. He might be able to see all the way up my thighs. I wondered if he could see well enough to tell I was shaved.

Suddenly, I wished I could slide my skirt up.

I've never noticed him looking up girls' skirts before. But then, there were only two or three girls in this class, and I'm the only one who ever really wears skirts. This is engineering, after all. And I never sit in front.

My mind continued to wander off as I sat there, my eyes dutifully following Dr. Rowe back and forth across the room, looking like I was paying close attention. He paused, almost eye-level with my knees, and the "creative" me decided to take over.

"So the gradient function applied to the flux yields..." I casually pulled my knees apart as he looked around the room for someone to make answer his question. His eyes rolled over me without pausing, then darted back between my legs. "Um..."

I smiled as he pulled his eyes away. I spread my legs a little further, the hem of my skirt sliding up my thighs a few inches. If there was any shadow under there before, there certainly wasn't anymore. He easily had a clear view of my clean shaved pussy lips.

"Um, Ms. Belle." He looked right at me, his eyes straining to stay above the table.

"Yes?" I asked, smiling at him, sliding forward in my seat, forcing my legs ever further apart, my skirt ever higher and my bare, shaved crotch ever closer to him.

"The gradient of the flux yields?" His gaze darted down. I lifted my knees to the table, twisting my thighs just right, and felt my wet pussy lips pull apart before his eyes, baring my very eager little clit to Dr Rowe.

"That should be the charge density, right?." I smiled at him as he pulled his eyes away and started to retreat behind the podium. He was a little late. The tent in the front of his pants was fairly visible.

Dr Rowe stayed behind his podium for the remainder of the period. I sat back upright in my chair, fixing my skirt. Even to the guy sitting next to me, it prolly looked like I had just been slouching to avoid getting called on. He didn't call on me again, and soon class was over. Like normal, a few students went up to talk to him at the front of the classroom as we all worked our way out of our seats. I just headed into the hall, smiling at an unusually enjoyable period in electromagnetic field theory.

I checked the time. I had just enough to hurry back to my room and grab my panties before the next class started. I headed down the hall toward the stairs and stopped. My next class was engineering statistical analysis with the not terribly unattractive Dr Lin. from the math department. I smiled to myself. Maybe the panties could wait. 



Email from Cindy's Box #03-01



It was 11 am. I'd just woken up to an empty house, as usual. It's the summer now and I'm home from school. I still do some classes online, but mostly my time is my own these days.

I always work out first thing. It wakes me up and gives me a good excuse to have a nice, hot shower. Plus, it's what they make us do at school, so I'm used to it.

I slipped on a sports bra over my good-sized C cup breasts, and headed to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth, I went over to the room we use as a gym. I'd slept in some silky black panties, and they were fine as far as working out. I mean, it wasn't like I was going for a run down the street or anything. We have a treadmill.

We also have some weights and some sort of arm-lifty thing with metal bars I don't use. I'm not much for the upper-body workout. I just like to keep my tight little Asian body all tight and little.

We also got a new recumbent bike. It's not much for strength, but it's a great cardio work out. I just did it yesterday, and I figure alternating is good. Today would definitely be the treadmill.

Someone must have opened the curtains in the gym again, because I was greeted by an annoyingly bright room when I came in. I like to keep my bedroom fairly dim, and usually don't turn on the houselights. Even during the middle of the day, it doesn't get terribly bright inside. I squinted and looked over at the windows.

I don't know why, but my folks are too lazy to put up real curtains in this room or something. I guess because we're moving next year, they don't want to bother. Well, I guess they're moving. I graduate next spring. I'll be off at a job somewhere, putting my crummy engineering degree from a third rate state college to work. Crazy.

Anyways, the curtains are pretty much just sheets thrown over the windows and the sliding glass door to the balcony. That is, they are normally. Today there were gone. Maybe someone thought they were dusty and took them down to wash. Who knows? I shrugged and stepped into the room, my eyes still adjusting to the light.

I bent over to stretch my hamstrings. Count to ten. I lifted each leg up behind me for my quads. Count to ten. I tilted to either side for my groin stretch. Count to ten. I leaned on the wall and took care of my shins and calves. Count to ten.

I stepped up to the treadmill and fussed with my little laptop. I kept it next to the treadmill to listen to music when I ran. Well, ostensibly, that was its purpose. In reality, I ran a little program to read me stories from lit while I ran. It worked great, I was running a lot more this summer, and my already trim body was looking a bit sharper for it.

I fired up mplayer and popped in the earbuds. I'd been trying to run faster lately, to help my mile time. Long runs were good for cardio and all, but that's what the bike was for. Run time is what it's all about. I stepped it up to ten and started running.

Honestly, I can't go for long at ten. Maybe about two tenths of a mile. But, when I listen to a good story, I can go a lot longer before I need a break. I was listening to something really good about a girl playing with herself in a library, and I made it about half a mile before I needed to rest for a second.

When I stopped the treadmill, I looked up and out the window. Someone across the way ducked down. I squinted, but wasn't certain I'd actually seen anything. I watched for a second, then shook it off and started again.

I was very much enjoying the story when I saw them again. I don't think they realized I was watching them, whoever they were. 'It's the house behind us...' I thought to myself, trying to look like I wasn't looking at them, 'It must be that one guy... he lives alone, doesn't he?'

As the thought struck me I quickly felt much more self-conscious. My well-rounded tits were bouncing around in this sports bra rather significantly, and my skimpy black panties weren't hiding much from him. From over there he could probably only see my top half, though. Maybe more when I was stretching. Somehow, with the sexy story going in my ears, the self-conscious feeling was a bit more enjoyable than it should have been.

I licked my lips. Just how much had I shown off? Just how much could he see? Why was I suddenly enjoying my morning exercise so much more than usual? I looked behind me as I ran, back at the exercise bike. It was on the other side of the room, and he could probably see that whole thing fairly well through the window, and I'd be facing sideways...

I'd gotten to 0.750 miles thinking to myself, and at 10 mph, I was already sweating pretty well. The A/C doesn't come into this room if the door is closed, so it was starting to get hotter. I stopped the treadmill to have a break and fanned myself.

I glanced up nonchalantly at the window. 'If I play this right...' I thought to myself. I looked around outside the house, trying to see if anyone could see me. Obviously, that neighbor guy could, but I was fairly positive he didn't know I knew...

Acting like I was confidently well protected in that entirely exposed room, I slipped my sports bra off, freeing my tits with an extremely enjoyable shiver down my spine. They're pretty perky, so although letting the skin touch without a sports bra to wick out the sweat can get hot, they hold up on their own well enough to keep from being too bad. As long as I'm not bouncing them around on the treadmill, that is.

Topless now, in my skimpy black panties, I walked over to the exercise bike. With my back to my hidden watcher, I bent over as straight-legged as I could and fussed with the seat. I had to spread my legs a bit to actually get the stupid seat to move, but I'm certain he didn't mind.

I set up my laptop and configured the bike for the heart rate mode. It keeps up your heart rate for you by increasing the load when you slack off. It's pretty neat. I sat down and started pedalling.

The bike is pretty stable, so my tits were comfortable enough sitting out in the open as they were. This was not so much with the bouncing like on the treadmill. Plus, at this angle, I was pretty certain my watcher had an even better view than I had anticipated. Lucky him.

After a minute or two, I started getting into the next story. The female lead was engaging in an impromptu football game between some cheerleaders and some football players. It was very... enjoyable.

I licked my lips and very pointedly did not look out the window at my watcher. As I took my hand off the rail the heart rate monitor beeped at me. "Oh, fuck off..." I smacked it and it stopped. Still pedalling away, I slipped my hand between my thighs and started gently toying with my silky black panties.

"Mmm..." The benefits of a house to yourself are not to be ignored. I ran my finger up and down the smooth fabric, tracing the slit between my quickly warming pussy lips. This was surprisingly more enjoyable knowing someone was watching me do it.

'How far should I go?' I thought to myself. 'Certainly a few fingers couldn't hurt...' I slipped my hand into the waist of my panties, and down to my clean-shaven pussy.

I ran my fingers along the smooth skin and drew my wetness up my slit. It felt so good, and at this point I started to forget about my audience. I ran my fingers up and down a few more times, still pumping away at the bike with my legs. This was the way to get a workout.

I pressed one finger into my slippery wet hole and breathed in sharply. It felt so good... but I wanted more. I looked out the window, less subtle this time, and looked straight at my little would-be-hidden watcher. I looked away again quickly, but I wasn't positive that he didn't know I knew. 'I need more...' I thought to myself.

I stopped the bike and got up, walking over to the balcony door. Before stepping out, I paused and grabbed my top. Walking out in panties and a sports bra was pushing it already, forgetting the sports bra was a little much. I slipped it over my tits and went out for a few cool-down stretches.

I started with my hamstrings. Partly because they're always tight after I run fast, and partly because it let me bend over straight legged and ass in the air for the guy I presumed was still watching. Heck, I'd still be watching me.

Bent over so far, my panties barely covered my ass. Of course, they were doing an even poorer job covering my crotch, stretched the way they were in this position. I looked up between my legs and found out whether he was still watching when our eyes met.

'Wow.' I though to myself as a shiver ran up my spine. Knowing he was watching was already fun, knowing he knew I knew was, well, it was more fun. Recursion is always more fun. 'Well... I do need more...' I licked my lips and smiled up at him, still bent over, my ass definitely not the only thing suddenly feeling very exposed in those panties.

"Hey there Mike!" I shouted up, in the normalest, friendliest way I could manage. I stood, my panties riding up into my ass as I did. I started to reach back to fix them, then decided to wait. I turned toward my neighbor, who now knew I'd seen him and seemed to be pretending to have just seen me. Kinda cute, actually, in a way...

"Hey, Mike!" I smiled and waved at him in his window, stepping up to the railing on the balcony as I pulled my straight, black Asian hair out of my face. I was outdoors, yes, but the arrangement of buildings meant that only three or four houses could actually see me here, and their occupants were all at work right now. Except for him.

"Hey Cindy." He opened his window up and waved back at me. "I didn't see you there!" The hell he didn't.

"What's up, neighbor?" I smiled, my panties still uncomfortably bunched up in my butt crack. I tried to ignore that and accentuated my tits as much as possible. I smiled a little broader as my mind wandered to what was going on below the window sill over there.

"Not much... you going for a run?" Yes, chit chat with the mostly naked girl... How to get him over here...

"No, I just finished..." I said, arms behind my back, stretching my chest. Why didn't I think of that one sooner? I definitely enjoyed his eyes on me now. I decided he probably wasn't even wearing pants, either. "Hey, I don't have any plans today, you wanna come over and play with me? We've got a PS3." Those two sentences were not related.

"Um, ya, sure, want me to give you a minute?" He raised an eyebrow as I tried to make my chest stick out while stretching my quads.

"Nah, I'm just gonna stretch some more and take a shower, I wouldn't hate it if you came over and hung out with me while I did." I smiled at him.

"Sure, I'll come on over..." He waved and awkwardly walked out of sight. His pants were definitely around his ankles. 

There's a short fence between our houses, but there's a stair that comes straight up to our balcony from basically his back door, so it wasn't any trouble for him to come up there with me when he made it out.

"So, what're you doing home?" I asked as Mike came up the balcony steps, my ass at his eye level as I bent over in an awkward ITB stretch. It managed to pull my wedgie even tighter into my crack, but at least it gave him a lot of skin to take in, which I definitely liked. This was some of that "more" I'd wanted.

"I have to work this weekend, so I get off today." I grinned when it struck me that his phrasing was practically a lead-in to a cheesy porn. My ass still at his eye level where he paused on the steps, I oh-so-daintily pulled my skimpy black panties out of my crack while considering a witty response. I guess I need more practice with cheesy porn.

"That's cool! You should work weekends more, so you can come over and entertain me. I get so lonely all by my self!" I sat down and did a butterfly stretch, baring the crotch of my panties to my new favorite neighbor as he came the rest of the way up the steps.

"I should. I should indeed." He smiled at me, sitting down in one of the chairs on our little balcony. This put his crotch right at eye level for me, and I smiled as I noticed just how much he was enjoying his view. Definitely a fun workout for me today.

"Well, I should go ahead and take a shower, don't want to be all sweaty for you." I said, unnecessarily stretching my hamstrings once more. I couldn't resist sitting spread eagle in these panties while I still had a captive audience. Very enjoyable.

"Should I come back when you're done?" He got up, the bulge in his pants still very noticeable. I smiled, standing.

"Don't be silly, I just hafta get clean real quick, it'll only be a minute! Come inside!" I opened the balcony door and gently pushed him in. Now he was definitely my captive.

"Um, sure, okay..." he said as I followed, closing the balcony door. He looked around the room, eying the bike. I couldn't help but giggle. "What?" He said, self-consciously.

"If only you knew what I did on that bike!" I winked at him, knowing full well what he knew. "C'mon, I'll lead you to the living room." I walked out, Mike in tow, and led him downstairs. 

The nice shower was upstairs, but I figured I might as well take advantage while it was mine to take. I mean, the shower curtain down here is clear, and the bathroom is right next to the living room. 

"Here, the shower's in here, I'll just be a minute. Sit down!" I motioned at the couch, walking into the hall and over to the bathroom.

"Um, thanks." He said as I walked out. I slipped off my sports bra and panties as soon as I got into the bathroom, the door still ajar. I reached for the shower when a thought struck me.

"Hey, Mike," I yelled out to him, only the corner of the hall blocking his view of my nakedness. Okay, this was getting very fun now.

"Ya?" He yelled back from the living room.

"Hey, thanks for coming over, I know it's your day off and all." I started the shower and waited for it to get warm. Turning on the shower, that meant I was naked, right? Was it clear now?

"Hanging out with people is what days off are all about, right?" He said back to me.

"Hey, I'm actually kinda thirsty after that run. I think I'm gonna have something to drink, you want a soda?" I'd hafta walk past the living room to get to the kitchen. Not through, just past. Say yes.

"Ya, uh, sure. Is the kitchen down the hall?" He asked.

"Oh, don't bother, I'll grab you something." I licked my lips and stepped out into the hall. He was still in the living room. I darted past fairly quickly. Wow... This was all much more exciting than I'd anticipated.

"You want a coke?" I asked, the kitchen close enough that I didn't need to raise my voice any more. Totally naked and close enough to stage whisper, even. Did he know? I gulped down a glass of water while he hesitated to answer.

"Um... sure..." I think he knew. I bit my lip and grabbed it for him. 'Toss and run?' I thought to myself, 'Or ask him not to look? Oooooh... I like that.'

"Oh, hey, I took off my workout outfit, do you mind not looking for a sec?" I didn't ask him not to look when I came out before... Whatever. This is fun. What does he care for consistency. He's not supposed to be seeing me naked. I'm the good little girl next door. He knows my parents. He's not supposed to look!

"Oh..." He paused. "Ya, sure, don't worry about it." I smiled. He'd peek. I walked out into the living room. Well, I snuck into the living room. I was naked after all. He had an arm over his eyes. Here I was, totally naked and right in front of him. I bit my lip and cracked open the coke, startling him slightly with my sudden closeness.

"I'll just set it here for ya." I put it on the table in front of him.

"Thanks..." He didn't peek. Shame.

"I'll just hop in the shower..." He should've peeked... oh well. Still very exciting, even if he wanted to be good.

"Alright." He nodded as I walked out and into the bathroom. I'd left the water on and it was really hot now. I turned it down a notch and stepped in, pulling the clear plastic shower curtain closed behind me. Of course, I was already hot and wet before I got in.



Email from Cindy's Box #03-02



I'd noticed a peeper this morning as I was running on the treadmill. The normal response would have been to cover up my meager sports bra and thin silky panties, but then, I'm anything but normal. After taking advantage of my audience to put on a bit of a show, I'd managed to casually "notice" my neighbor Mike and invite him over. Now he was waiting in the living room while I took a shower.

I washed off quickly, then decided to do my hair. I soaped it up fairly well when it occurred to me I'd forgotten to grab a towel. What luck!

"Hey, Mike?" I yelled out to him as I worked the shampoo in, "Can you grab me a towel?"

"Uh, sure?" I heard him say after a second. I tried to squint through the soap, but I couldn't see if he'd actually come in yet.

"In the closet across from the bathroom... Just put it on the toilet here." I yelled out again. He'd hafta cross the bathroom to do that. I made sure my hands were still up in my hair as I turned to face the mostly transparent curtain. I squinted through the soap again, but couldn't really see anything. 

"Where, uh, do you want this?" I jumped a little at his voice. I couldn't see anything, but he was clearly in the bathroom, standing right in front of me. If he hadn't peaked before, here I was, totally naked. My heart raced.

"Oh, just set it on the toilet, thanks!" I smiled broadly, turning and bending back to start rinsing out my hair. I squinted through the water and saw him as a blurry blob. I wondered just how much of a blurry blob I looked like to him. Hopefully not too much...

"Uh, no problem I guess." The soap washed off now, I looked over and saw him start for the door. Keep him here!

"Ug, long hair is so troublesome!" I said off-handedly, quietly enough that he had to take a step back to hear. I peeked over at him again and saw him stop right in front of the shower now. Small talk should work. Get him talking too. "I guess guys don't really have that problem, eh?" It shouldn't be this much trouble keeping a guy in the bathroom while a naked young girl showers! 

"Well, no, not really." He sort of stood awkwardly in the middle of the bathroom now. Good. He might not be able to make out too much detail through the curtain though...

"I suppose you have a more troublesome part to wash elsewhere, eh?" I smiled, standing to face him now and bending sideways to rinse my hair maybe a little unnecessarily. How much more did I really want here? 

"Oh ya?" He raised an eyebrow. 

"Well, I dunno, I've never washed a guy's cock." I smiled at the word. "Is it troublesome? Does it get hard when you wash it? Is it harder to wash when it's hard? Do you have fun washing off when it's hard?" I giggled at him, my breasts jiggling slightly with the movement. All clean now, I was just standing there naked, half hid behind the shower curtain, playing with the water with my hands. 

"Well, it's not usually hard when I'm washing off..." I saw him smile at the direction he thought this conversation was going. "Do you have fun washing off in the shower?" 

"Oh, yes, of course. But, back to your cock, is it actually hard right now?" I slid the curtain over as I asked, the water still splashing down on me as his eyes scanned my now unobstructed naked body. I bit my lips while his eyes paused on my chest as I calmly got down on my knees. "Can I see it?" I smiled up at him as sweetly as I could, my hands reaching for his zipper. 

"I'm not sure that would be appropriate..." He stared down at me as I fumbled with his pants.

"Oh ya?" I managed to unzip his fly and open the front of his boxers, reaching in to pull out his very-hard cock. "This from the guy who came over to watch a young girl do stretches in her underwear? And then watched that same young girl get naked and shower? The girl who's holding your big, hard cock in her hands?" I pulled it out and licked my lips, grinning. It was bigger than I'd anticipated. What had I anticipated? And just how much further was I going to go with this? 

"Well, as long as we're acting inappropriately..." He swallowed a little nervously as I gently ran my fingers along his soft skin. His eyes flashed as I stroked the head of his cock and I almost giggled again at the look on his face. I don't think he would have appreciated giggling right then...

"Would it be 'inappropriate' for me to see how it tastes?" I eyed it. It was big. It looked bigger in front of me than I'd expected, and felt bigger in my hand than it looked. Considering putting it in my mouth made it seem just that much bigger again. I licked the end and it writhed just a little bit in my fingers. I smiled up at him. "It's a bit bigger than I'm used to..." 

"At this point, it might be inappropriate not to..." He gently touched his fingertips to my cheek and I licked my lips. Here goes. 

I opened my mouth wide and moved my head forward, sliding onto his cock. It was much bigger in my mouth than it had been in my hand. I felt it run through my lips, and I wrapped my tongue up and down the sides, feeling his heartbeat pulsating against me. The warm water still ran down my naked back as his hard cock pressed into me. 

I had trouble sliding it into the back of my throat. It was already as deep as I'd ever had a guy go into my mouth, and it still had a good inch or two left. I pressed against him and felt his whole cock twitch inside my throat. It tickled me and pressed up against top of my mouth, making me smile and let out a little giggle. It came out oddly muffled with a cock in my mouth, which just made me smile more. This was fun. A lot of fun. It would definitely go further!

I slid off his cock, pulling my head slowly away from him, and teasing the end once more with my tongue. I pulled back into the stream of water and closed my eyes for a second, wiping off my face. 

"Can't fit it all?" He asked as I looked back up at him and licked the flavor of his cock from my lips. 

"Surprisingly no! I guess I'm not as experienced in this as I should be!" I smiled sweetly up at him. 

"Well, I guess practice makes perfect." He smiled back. I looked at his cock, still right in front of my face, and noticed that I'd gotten water all over the front of his pants.

"Oh gosh! Your clothes are all wet! You'll have to take them off and let me put them in the dryer!" I undid his pants the rest of the way, and pulled them down, taking his boxers down too. His cock sprung up in front of me as they came off. "Oh, I'm sorry! Did that hurt?" I look up at him, worried, gently gripping his hard member in my hand. 

"No, not at all." He just grinned down at me as he pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his pants. 

"Good, I wouldn't want any harm to come to it." I softly began stroking him as I stood up. "You know, you had a nice, big surprise for me..." I paused and just stroked him a little for emphasis before I ran a finger along the side of my breasts, which I feel are fairly large on my slight Asian frame. "Are these a nice, big surprise for you?" 

"Well, I suppose, just to answer that question, it might be appropriate for me to see how they feel," He slid one hand up my side, placing the other on my waist. He ran his fingers along the smooth skin of my breast before gripping it gently, squeezing it with his fingers as I sighed. He traced an extremely enjoyable circle around my areola and said "Maybe I should see how they taste as well?" 

"Oh, definitely!" I smiled, a shiver tickling my spine as he bent forward and ran his tongue in a circle around my now perky nipple. His cock pulsating in my hand while I stroked him, I realized how badly I wanted him inside me. So I stopped. This could be even more fun...

"You know, I'm all clean now, I really ought to dry off!" I pulled back from his grip, turning off the shower and stepping over to the other end of the tub. I pulled the shower curtain open from that end and rang out my straight, black hair.

"Oh ya?" He raised an eyebrow at me as I smiled at him, grabbing the towel off the toilet. 

"Ya," I dabbed the towel over my face, mostly ignoring my hair for now. I ran it over my arms and breasts, and looked up at him. "You'll just have to suffer, mister!" I smiled, lifting a foot onto the side of the tub, spreading my legs and exposing my bare, clean-shaven pussy more than ever. I was going to go for more. That's for sure. 

"Well, I would hardly call this suffering." He watched as I turned my back to him and bent down to dry my other leg, showing off my ass and arching my spine to give him another shot at my pussy. I felt my lips pull apart as I bent down further, baring my very wet little hole and burningly eager clit. Just the feeling of the air on my wet slit sent a shiver up my spine. I needed that cock, but just telling him to fuck me, where's the fun in that? 

"Well, let's go toss this laundry in the dryer, ya?" I stepped out of the tub, rubbing the towel into my hair to try and dry it up some, and scooped up his clothes before heading out of the bathroom. 

"You're really going to put all my clothes in the dryer?" He asked, following me down the hall. "Just leaving me totally naked in your house with no way to cover up?" Oh ya, like he was so worried!

"Oh, it's not that wet, it won't take long to dry." I looked back at him, smiling at his still hard dick following my naked little butt through the house, "Unless I toss this towel in with it, that is." 

"Well, I wouldn't want your towel to stay wet." He smiled at me as I came up to the dryer. I bent down rather theatrically to put the clothes in, pushing my ass up as I opened the door, and smiling as I looked back at him. I closed the dryer and started fiddling with the knobs. It's old and the one to make it go can stick. I was lucky, and it stuck this time. 

"Oh darn, this thing won't go!" I said, pouting. I looked back at him, sticking my tight little ass out as I pulled myself up on top of the dryer, my feet dangling just off the floor while I pulled on the stuck knob. The cold metal was a shock against my stomach, but almost enjoyably so. "Would you be a sweetie and give me a hand?" I smiled. He didn't need a pretense to press his naked body up against my own, but I certainly enjoyed having one. 

"Sure." As he came up behind me, my toes resting at the base of the dryer door, I felt his cock slide up between my legs and press against my pussy. I sighed, and as he reached over my back to grab the knob, he pushed my breasts down onto the top of the dryer, making me gasp quietly. When he grabbed the knob, he pulled easily and the dryer kicked in, shaking against my suddenly sensitive flesh. I held him in place with one hand, and reached back with the other to guide his cock into my hungry little Asian pussy.

He pumped it in slowly, and it felt incredible. Between the cold, vibrating steel of the dryer against my increasingly sensitive breasts, and the feel of his big, hard cock pushing into me from behind, I was already shivering in pleasure. I moaned as he grabbed my tight little ass in one hand and shoved his cock deeper and deeper into my now pulsating pussy. 

"Oh god, Mike..." My whole body tensed with each deep thrust he made into me, I was already straining to hold back from screaming in pleasure. 

"I have a confession to make, Cindy." Mike said coarsely in my ear as he continued to slide his hard cock in and out of me. "I was watching you all morning, watching while you stretched," He pulled out slowly and slammed deep into me with each sentence, "Watching while you ran, watching when you took your top off, watching while you played with yourself, watching you almost walk outside without that sports bra." He kept pressing into me, again and again. 

"Mike..." I shivered as his cock pressed inside me in another thrust, "I have a confession too..." 

"What's that?" He squeezed my ass a little tighter with his hand, still not letting up. 

"I knew..." At that he stopped abruptly, and pulled out of me. I almost cried until he pulled me up and turned me to face him. He reached down and grabbed my legs just below my ass, lifting my slender frame up onto his hard cock. I wrapped my legs around him as I moaned softly, holding back another scream. 

"Cindy," He said turning to press me against the wall in the hallway. With the wall's help, he held me up with one hand on my ass and used the other to less-than-gently fondle my breasts. 

"Yes, Mike?" I managed to get out between his powerful pumping. He held my breast in his hand and ran his tongue in circles around my areola, making me stifle a scream into a moan once more. Him squeezing my ass as he flicked his tongue across my tender nipple turned that spark into a fire and I moaned loudly.

"Where in your house would you hate to love to get fucked?" He grabbed my ass with both hands now, pulling away from the wall but still pounding my eager pussy with his stiff cock. 

"Oh god, I don't care..." I didn't. "Just fuck me... Go in there, on the dining room table..." I motioned down the hall with my head and he carried me into the dining room, still fucking me as we went. 

"Where do you sit, Cindy?" He smiled at me, and I smiled back, his hands pulling my tight little ass apart as he moved my body up and down on his cock. 

"Second on the right." I bit my lip as he carried me over. He pulled my chair out and laid me on my back on the dining room table, spreading my legs and baring my pussy where I had just eaten dinner last night. He pounded into me harder now, each slow, sucking withdrawal followed by a hard slamming which shook the entire table. God, right on the dinner table! I moaned more noisily than I liked once more. 

"Cindy, can you do something for me?" He asked, almost casual as I writhed on the table in front of him. He gripped my thighs now, lifting and spreading my legs to guide his hard cock deeper than ever into my hungry pussy. "Something entirely appropriate?"

"Oh god, yes, just keep going!" I felt my pussy tighten on his cock, my spine tensing up. 

"Scream Cindy. I want you to scream in pleasure." He smiled as I did, filling the house with the sound of my sudden orgasm. My whole body tensed up, and I felt every muscle scream with me in the sensation. He kept pounding and it felt like my orgasm couldn't stop as he sent shock waves of ecstasy through me. 

"Oh god, Mike! Yes!" I screamed, writhing on the dinner table, where I'd eaten with my family just last night, and would eat with them again tonight. I shivered as the powerful sensation finally passed through me, letting out a very loud sigh of relief. I sat up, wrapping my legs around Mike, whose still-hard cock continued to push into my still-pulsating pussy. 

"Cindy, Cindy, Cindy..." He smiled as I rested with him inside me, breathless. "Whatever ever are we going to do with this?" He pumped into me again, the motion still sending little shivers up my spine. 

"Ooh, I know!" I climbed off of him, slipping awkwardly onto the floor, wetness trickling down my thighs. "You sit right here." I patted the table where I had just had my spectacular, screaming orgasm, and where I ate dinner every night with my folks. "And I'll pull up my chair to enjoy something delicious!" I pulled over the chair he'd pushed out of the way and sat down, his large, glistening cock inches from my face. 

I smiled, licking my lips and looking up at him. I gripped his cock in one hand, stroking the slippery rod as I watched his eyes and danced my tongue around its wet, dripping tip. He sighed inwardly, visibly enjoying the feeling as I licked the juices from his stiff, hot flesh.

"Can you taste yourself on me, Cindy?" He smiled at me and I glanced down at his wet cock. Those were my juices all over it, weren't they? They were letting my hand glide up and down its length so smoothly. They were making it glisten so. 

"I don't know..." I looked back up at him, "I don't really know what I taste like." I smiled as I ran my tongue along his cock, flicking it on my lips and savoring the sweet, salty taste. My sweet, salty taste. 

"Why don't you find out?" He smiled at me and I looked at him curiously. "You've got a free hand." I smiled back at him now. 

"Ooh, let's see!" I spread my legs to practically straddle my chair, and slid my fingers into my still very wet pussy. I greatly enjoyed the touch on my tender flesh, which was already begging for more attention. Still stroking him with the other hand, I pulled my wet, dripping fingers up and eyed the sticky drops. I looked up at Mike as I ran my tongue along them, flicking it on my lips as I'd done with the juices from him cock.

"Well?" He asked as I savored that same sweet, salty taste. 

"That is me on there!" I smiled up at him, "And I want more!" I pushed my head down onto his cock now, gripping its base with the hand that had been stroking, and teasing my still-hungry pussy with the other. My eyes trained on his, I pressed down, caressing the hard flesh with my tongue as it passed, but still couldn't fit the full length of him down my throat. I pulled off until his head was just inside my lips, and pushed on again, deeper this time, but still not all the way down. 

I pulled him out again, all the way this time, and started to tell him I couldn't fit it when he gently pulled my head forward and back onto his cock. I gave him a questioning look and he closed his eyes. 

"Don't stop..." He murmured, and I smiled, his cock pressing against the back of my throat. I pulled a now-wet hand out of my eager pussy and gently placed it just under his balls, pulling them forward. I tightened my grip on the base of his cock with the other hand and began sliding my mouth up and down his long, slippery shaft. His fingers tangled in my hair. 

Each time I pushed onto him, I felt his cock press a little deeper down my throat. I pushed again, and I almost had his whole length inside me. I squeezed the base of his cock, pressing hard onto him, and he let out a quiet moan. I pressed again and felt warm cream pouring down the back of my throat. I pulled off slightly, his head just inside my mouth as I gripped the shaft of his cock in both hands and pumped out his cum, eagerly lapping it up with my tongue.

He looked down at me and I caught his eyes with mine as his cum continued to shoot in little bursts into my mouth. The little bursts stopped and I pulled the head of his cock out with a sucking noise, catching the last drops of his cum on my tongue and flicking it against my lips, savoring its flavor. 

I gently stroked the length of his cock with one hand, letting the other wander back down between my still-spread legs and into my lonely little pussy. He sighed again and a little glob of goo squirted onto my cheek. I giggled, still stroking him. 

"Gosh, now I'll need a facial!" I smiled at him, and he smiled down at me, the young Asian girl next door, my tits in full view and his cum on my face as I played with my very wet pussy and gently stroked his cock. 

"That may have to wait until tomorrow, Cindy." He grinned down at me. I giggled again at this. 

"Well, I suppose..." I licked my lips, pausing at what I was about to say. God, I'd just had pretty wild sex with this guy, and now I was going to schedule some more. "Tomorrow I might accidentally forget to wear both my sport bra and my panties when I exercise, if you might be able to accidentally glance out your window." 

"I think that can be arranged." He smiled at me as I wiped the dollop of his cum from my check with a finger and licked it up toyingly. Two things were clear: I'd gotten a bit more than the more I'd been hoping for, and I'd never be able to look at dinner quite the same.



Email from Cindy's Box #05



There I was, just minding my own, having a nice little evening on the internets after a significantly less than nice little evening out with a guy, when suddenly...

donkeykongxxx99: hey

If I just ignore him, he'll go away.

donkeykongxxx99: hey
donkeykongxxx99: hey cindy
donkeykongxxx99: hey

Ug.

little_asian_cherry: What now, Frank?
donkeykongxxx99: u owe me $300

I so did.

little_asian_cherry: No I don't.
little_asian_cherry: You cheated.
donkeykongxxx99: did not
donkeykongxxx99: and you know it

He didn't. I knew it. But money is tight when you're working your way through college.

little_asian_cherry: I don't have $300 to just give you.
donkeykongxxx99: hey
donkeykongxxx99: you can always work it off

Classy. As always.

little_asian_cherry: What is it this time?
donkeykongxxx99: you don't even have to touch me
donkeykongxxx99: :)
donkeykongxxx99: do this:

That's when he sent me the link. It was to some truth or dare website. A forum of crazy dares people have done. Or that people want someone to do. Or something.

He's been screwing with me like this for a while. Last time he sent me a link to a video of a girl walking down the street, talking to some guy. They ducked behind a fence or something and she pulled out his cock right there like it was nothing, started sucking on it. Next thing you know, she's walking down the street, scooping his cum off her face with a spoon and sucking it down.

Ya, that was so gonna happen. I sighed, scanning the page.

little_asian_cherry: This isn't even enough.
donkeykongxxx99: huh
little_asian_cherry: It only adds to $80+whoever's watching.
donkeykongxxx99: ...
donkeykongxxx99: u wanna fuck me?
donkeykongxxx99: for $6?

No, or else I'd've accepted his first offer to cover the whole $300. Of course, if they were caught on camera, the public "partner" dares didn't have to actually be observed by anyone... but no fucking way were him and me going to do these things on camera. Or off.

little_asian_cherry: No.
donkeykongxxx99: u can do the solo girl ones
little_asian_cherry: Still only $48.
donkeykongxxx99: ...
donkeykongxxx99: $6 per point

Seriously?

little_asian_cherry: I'd hafta do all of it, and I'd still be short.
little_asian_cherry: $10.
donkeykongxxx99: u srs?
little_asian_cherry: $10.
donkeykongxxx99: 8
little_asian_cherry: $10.
little_asian_cherry: And you owe me if I go over.
donkeykongxxx99: u rly srs?
little_asian_cherry: Yes.
donkeykongxxx99: fuck
donkeykongxxx99: ok, ya, 10
donkeykongxxx99: sweet!

Maybe I shoulda gone higher. I could only get, like, 12 points without having to, you know, open my legs to someone. I really shouldn't have counted the "use a dildo" and "have an orgasm" points in my math, either. Of course, if I did do them, I'd end up with a tidy profit...

We figured out the place to do it. A Holiday Inn in New Jersey. Far enough that we'd probably not be spotted by anyone who mattered. Close enough to drive back in the middle of the night. He told me he'd bring his camera and I should bring a dildo, so I told him to go fuck himself. When he'd come to pick me up, he just smiled when he spotted the dildo, lube and large bottle of tequila in the bag I set down next to his fancy camera.

Only the second floor had balconies, which was definitely going to be a necessity. The room was by the front door, so I figured I'd get enough foot traffic that I wouldn't just have to put on a very long show for one random guy.

I was ready. That is to say, I wasn't ready at all, I was freaking the fuck out, but everything in the room was ready. The website said to put a cellphone on the balcony, and Frank was going to call when someone was in a position to spot me. I'd left the list of things to do, a pen and a bottle of courage out there, too. Not that I couldn't trust Frank to keep track, just that, well... he had little incentive for honesty. And I anticipated being somewhat more pliable than normal by the end of the evening.

I heard the phone ringing through the open doors and hopped out of the shower. I tossed on the hotel bathrobe (which barely made it down my thighs) and ran out, my breasts bouncing heavily, the robe dangling partly open and baring a wide strip of skin all the way down.

4 points right there, and I didn't even mean to do it! My heart was racing, but it had already been racing while I'd waited in the shower. I realized I was holding my breath, and exhaled.

I answered. "Hello?" I said, in a meek sqeek. I coughed, "Hello?" I repeated, loud enough for whoever was below to hear, my voice still shaky against my fluttering heart. I tried to look down sneakily, I didn't want them to think I knew they were there.

"There's a guy smoking a cigarette. I think he's already looking at you."

"Awesome! That's four points!" I hastily dried my hands on the front of the robe and checked off "Expose Pussy." I bit my lip. Standing out on this balcony, these tasks seemed much more... daunting than they had sitting at my computer. It was exciting to get one knocked down, but intensely frigtening how much further I had to go.

"That wasn't no ten seconds." He said gruffly.

My high collapsed. "Fuck." I whispered back, scratching out the check. "Did we really agree to ten seconds?" I squeeked.

"Yes."

"Even for the touching ones?"

"Yup."

"Right..." I put down the pen. The bucket of ice that held the silver Cuervo "Tradicional" was half water now, but the bottle was still icy to the touch in the warm night air. I awkwardly tugged at the cork, struggling to get it out, and poured a shot's worth into the hotel-room coffee cup. I knocked it back, coughing, smacking the sharp flavor from my lips as I set the cup down.

I stiffly turned to the rail, looking out into the distance as I held up the phone. I'd wrapped the robe around me after my initial exposure, and it still hadn't fallen back away enough to expose anything just yet. That was good, because I was already nervous about the relatively small stuff at the beginning of the list. I certainly didn't feel like standing there for too terribly long with my pussy bared. I didn't quite feel like standing there with it bared for ten whole seconds, even.

"Okay..." I licked my lips, still sharp with the tequila, and lifted my hand to my chest, "Ten seconds." I cupped a breast. The touch was atypically intense, and just the thought of the things I'd agreed to was already making me wet. I hadn't even gotten started yet!

"Well?" He said.

"Well what?" I stood there, hand on boob, counting under my breath.

"Are you going to start?"

"I'm touching my breast..." I muttered softly.

"No, you've just got your hand to your chest." He said.

"That's where my breasts are..."

"Ya, but you're touching the robe."

I paused.

"You mean..." I dropped my hand to the rail, "You mean I have to put my hand inside my robe?"

"Duh. It doesn't say touch your robe." I could hear his eyes rolling.

I sighed. I licked my lips, looking down to try and see the smoker without turning my head. There he was. Looking right at me.

Stilted, I moved my hand mechanically to the opening of my robe, pushing it under the white terry cloth. My fingers, still ice cold from the bottle, brushed along my nipple, and I let out a squeek. This was going to be a rough night...

I grasped my breast. One one thousand. Two one thousand.

I could tell how wet I was. I was literally on the very first thing. One point. And I was already more turned on than I'd been in a long time...

"Time." He said.

As much as I wanted to, I couldn't jerk my hand away. As awkward as it was to have it shoved in there with a man just below staring right up at me, my nipple was next. I slid my fingers up to it, feeling it stiffen under their touch. I suddenly ached to touch more almost as much as I ached to turn around and run inside. I glanced down again at the smoker and felt my face turn pink. This was too much. I couldn't go through with it.

"Are you touching your nipple?"

"Yes..." I whispered. Four one thousand.

"I can't tell..." He paused. "It hasta be obvious. Move your fingers, so it's obvious."

"What?" It would seem that my timer hadn't even started.

"Move your fingers."

I bit my lip. I slid my fingertips around my soft, tender flesh. It felt so good. I twisted my knees as my thighs tightened involuntarily.

"Time." That one went by much faster than the last.

"What, uh," I slid my hand out of my robe, glancing down at my smoker. Still smoking. I looked away, quickly, blushing, hoping he hadn't seen my head turn toward him. "What's next on the list?"

"Ass... but, touching your ass is easy." He said.

"Not if I hafta reach under my robe..." I said back, softly.

"Ya." Pause. "Do it."

I nodded, putting my arm behind me. Really, I couldn't just "reach under my robe." I had to lift it up and place my hand on my bared ass. It felt kinda dumb, and probably looked weird, but this wasn't really "exposed," since the smoker still couldn't see it. I felt the robe on my thighs as it pulled up in back, easily low enough to still cover me there. At least for now.

Five one thousand. I stared off in the distance, pretending to be talking on the phone, but thinking about the wetness between my legs. I'd already made it to $20. This would make $40.

"Nice." He said. "You're up to 9 points. Damn, girl, you've made $90 in under a minute!"

My eyes went wide. 9 points? Boob, nipple, butt, 4 points. Where were the other 5? Maybe 1 per watcher? There's still 4 more.

I looked down. Lifting the back of the robe hadn't lifted the front high enough to expose anything, but it had pulled the front apart. And that exposed plenty!

I shakily pushed the back of the robe down, pulling the bottom together with one hand as I spun my back to the rail. My heart was suddenly racing again, and I could feel each beat as a pulse between my legs!

$90. 21 points to go.

I poured the open bottle into the coffee cup. More like a double this time. I wet my lips, although the other pair were wet enough already, and lifted it up. I hesitated, took a deep breath, and downed the tequila. I sputtered at the harsh burn, dropping the cup. It broke against the hard balcony.

I exhaled the strong, tangy flavor. Maybe it was because it was just a stranger, just someone anonymous from New Jersey. Maybe it was the fire between my legs. Maybe it was the tequila already pumping through my tiny body. But it wasn't because I wasn't thinking. I certainly was thinking. And the thought that came into my head when I looked down at the shards of the coffee cup made the wet little slit between my legs suddenly ache. I couldn't do that. But, then, I couldn't not do it. Not now that I'd seen it in my head. I'd have to get to $300 somehow.

"Can things stack?" I asked, my voice crumbling just at the thought of what I was planning.

"Like touch and expose counts for expose, too?"

"Ya, sure." I said, leaning back against to the rail, hoping the smoker was still watching.

A pause. "Okay." He said. "But it doesn't count for touch while covered."

"Okay..." I licked my lips again. "He's still there?"

"Of course. Staring right up at you, nursing that cigarette butt."

"Good..." I leaned forward, down toward the mess. I could feel the short robe ride quickly up my backside, exposing my toned cheeks to the man below.

I slid my feet apart, and soon my butt wasn't the only thing exposed. As I twisted my hips and pushed my hot wetness out in view for my watcher, my butt pressed gently against the cold rail. Shivers ran up my spine, less from the chill of the metal than from the real, physical, sensory proof of just what all I was baring.

I knew I'd already gotten credit for baring my pussy, but this should now count for both my ass and a more unusual thing from the list. A "fuckable pose."

"Nice!" I heard him say over the phone.

Boob, nipple, butt, all touched while covered. Butt bared, a fuckable pose. A watcher. "That makes 16?" I asked.

"If you wanna make this a fuckable pose, you've gotta hold it for 30 seconds, babe." He said. I bit my lip, the man below was easily able to stare right up along my smooth legs, right up to the hot, wet little slit between them, shaved clean from just moments ago in the shower.

"Here's 12 more..." I said, setting down the phone. I reached my hands back, placing one hand on a cheek, pulling it open, sliding the other between my legs and onto my pussy, pulling that open too.

I was standing on a hotel balcony, bent over, spreading not only my butt cheeks, but my achingly hot pussy lips. All for some random guy. Some random, lucky, smoking guy.

Twenty nine one thousand. Thirty one thousand.

I dropped my hands, grabbing the phone, scooping up the shards of the cup, my ass still bared as I did. I stood, setting the broken cup on the table and pushing the robe down in back. It had fallen wide open while I was bent over, and hung loosely apart in front now, a strip of bare skin running down between my breasts to my hungry little slit once again. I lifted the phone as I pulled the robe shut.

"What am I up to?" I asked, softly.

"25." He said. I bit my lip. My heart was pounding, my pussy burning. I was only $50 short now.

I turned to my table and checked stuff off. "I count three more than that." I said, frowning.

"Did you count touching spread pussy while exposed?" He asked. Fuck, was there something special about that one? These things were awful damn specific. No wonder I was fucking it up. I shouldn't've let him ferret out so many stipulations on the drive down.

"Yes?" Fuck. That's right. We'd agreed on this. That one meant putting a finger in, since spreading my lips meant touching my pussy anyway. "Fuck." I looked at what else was left to get me 5 points.

Even if I whipped my tits out now and played with them right in front of this guy, I'd still be $10 short. And everything else would end up very poorly, because, at this point, if I actually did any of the other things left on this list for the required length of time, I'd seriously forget how to count and would end up getting those 6 points for "Orgasm" too. And the tits weren't entirely a guarantee of avoiding getting drawn into that one, either.

I needed a drink. I frowned at the shattered cup, and considered drinking straight from the bottle. I figured that I probably shouldn't.

I slid open the balcony door, surprised to find myself stumbling slighty. Already tipsy, and here I was, getting more. I wondered into the room and found the cheap paper coffee cups by the coffee maker in the bathroom. Grabbing one, I turned back to the balcony, frowning briefly at the purple rubber penis laying on the bed.

This would've been easier if the first floor rooms had big sliding glass doors. Why don't they build hotels so it's easier to spy on the guests? So inconsiderate.

I stepped out on the balcony, pouring about another double, and tossing it back. It went down easier this time, I only wheezed a little.

I picked up the phone. "Hokay. What's next?"

"Dildo and orgasm." He said.

"Shuddup. Seriously, what's next?"

"It doesn't matter, Cindy, your watcher left."

"What?" I leapt to the rail, looking down. No smoker.

"I guess he thought the show was over."

I frowned. I was still $50 short, and I wouldn't get any more without someone watching. I sat on the chair, the metal frame cold against my legs.

"You want to call it a night?" He said, "You only owe me $50 now." A pause on the line as I considered it. "This has been fucking awesome, by the way. Fuck, you're fucking hot."

I looked out at the parking lot, trying to remember which car was his. "Are you fucking stroking it right now?"

Silence.

"You are, you sick fuck!" I laughed into the phone.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm not the one baring it all on a hotel balcony for $300."

"$300 is, like, a fucking classy whore, asshole." I laughed, "Plus, I haven't bared it all." I grabbed the list. "I haven't bared my ti-"

"Cindy! Hey! C'mon! Do it now!" He cut me off. He totally was fucking stroking it, and wanted me to give him a show to finish off!

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not flashing you just for funsies."

"Some guy just ran out. It looks like he's getting something from his car. Do it quick, before he's gone!"

I popped up, hazily scanning the parking lot. I didn't see anyone. I bit my lip. This could be a trick. Fuck him, I want my money. If it's a trick, I'll call it a $50 trick and he can fuck himself. He already is, anyways.

I pulled open the top of the robe, fighting with the belt as the shoulders slipped down my arms. Angrily, I yanked the damn thing off and tossed it on the table.

So, there I was, half drunk and completely naked, standing on a hotel balcony in the dark of night, searching for an imaginary man in the parking lot. I leaned out over the rail, licking my lips as I realized one hand was already running along my bare breast, teasing at my nipple.

Stop that, I thought, it doesn't count unless someone's watching. And I didn't want to give Frank a free show. I still wanted my money more than I ached to push that hand down between my legs, but it wasn't clear my priorities would hold.

I turned around to grab the phone. "Fuck you, there's no one -" As I turned back, he passed under a lamp post. There he was. Some guy searching through a bag as he walked, hardly even watching where he was going, let alone watching the horny, naked girl he was about to walk right under.

I had to get his attention. I turned back to the table. The bottle of tequila might kill him, that would be bad. No points. The shards of broken cup were likely not a great idea. I'd miss with the paper cup...

The robe!

Hurriedly, I ripped the robe from the table, throwing it over the balcony, right into the path of the man below.

I leaned over the rail, my bared breasts swaying slightly as they hung out in the open air. The robe tumbled painfully slowly in an awkwardly crooked line.

"C'mon, c'mon..." I tapped a foot as it landed deftly on his head.

He jumped, pulling it off and holding it up. He looked around, then up. I smiled down at him as his eyes widened.

I gave just long enough of a hesitation not to be suspicious, because totally naked girls leaning over a balcony and staring at you are normally not suspicious at all. Then I glanced down in mock surprise at my bare breasts, their large, dark nipples highlighted by the nearby lamp post. I shot my hands to cover them, as I certainly wouldn't have noticed them exposed until just this moment.

"Gosh, mister," I said in the velvety softest, sugary sweetest voice I could muster through my haze of tequila and lust. My whole left hand was placed well around my right nipple, but when my sneaky right-handed fingertips crossed over, they had landed squarely in the middle of the nipplethey were meant to hide. I licked my lips as they happily drew small circles on the tender flesh, the mans eye's locked onto their not-so-subtle motion.

"Could you possibly be, just, like, the nicest guy ever and bring that back up to me?" I smiled down at him, "I'd be, just, terribly grateful. It's the hotel bathrobe, you see, and, I just can't just, like, lose it. So, like, can you just come up here real quick and give it to me?" I batted my eyelashes, but it felt so awkward as I leaned, naked, over a rail that I couldn't help but sputter a laugh. "Please?" I grinned.

He managed to tear his eyes from my naked body to look down at the robe. "Yes, certainly. I'll be right up, then?" British. He was even more of a stranger than just some random New Jersey guy. Perfect! "I'll, I'll be right there." He nodded, hurrying to the front door.

"Hey, mister!" I shouted after him, straining to sound innocent and sweet while naked and yelling loudly out at a hotel parking lot.




Email from Cindy's Box #05



"Yes?" He paused, looking up at me around the awning of the hotel lobby.

"I'm in 201."

"Yes, of course, your room. Thanks!" He turned back to the door, surely speeding across the lobby as quickly as possible. I grinned to myself, picking up the phone.

"So, about those 'with a partner' points..." I hoped to god he hadn't finished stroking yet. Men are always idiots when they want to cum. Of course, I'd just invited some random British guy up to my room. Maybe men aren't the only ones.

"You need an observer." He said as I pulled the balcony door shut, awkwardly carrying the still mostly-full tequila.

"Fuck." He was right.

"Don't worry about it. Another watcher plus all your new tits points, that makes $300." He paused. I listened for stroking. I couldn't tell.

Whether he'd done one already or not, Frank was going to shoot plenty of loads just remembering this night. That couldn't be helped. I tried to rationalize that I hadn't made it this far just to break even, and I knew that with or without the extra money, I was going to fuck the brains out of this British guy. That couldn't be helped, either.

I sat on the bed, taking a generous swig from the tequila bottle before setting it on the nightstand. I grasped the dildo in hand, glancing over at the lube on the nightstand. I filled my hand with a generous few pumps and started spreading it along the rubbery shaft. My heart thudded as my hands slid along the toy. It was almost all I could do not to get started before my new friend got here.

My British guy was definitely gonna pound me silly, and Frank was already getting a show to remember. It was like the course of the evening was set in stone.

It couldn't be helped. I might as well get paid for it. "Okay." I said softly. "Record it."

"Uh, what?" I could hear a soft thwacking noise speeding up, coming just loud enough to discern. He was still stroking it!

"How long do you need to set up your camera?"

Silence.

"Oh fuck you." I had already been burning hot, but now I was steaming. I was already down for all to see for eternity in 1080P, if you'll excuse the accidental iambic pentameter.

"There's no way I could not be recording this shit."

I glowered. God, and knowing that just made it so much more impossible to stop. It really was set in stone. "We're gonna do it on the balcony." Thwack thwack thwack. "For fifteen bucks a point." I added.

Suddenly, I heard a knock at my door. "Miss?" My British guy.

"For all the rest of these points?" The phone was agast.

"Retro-fucking-actively." I whispered harshly into the phone as I stood, crossing to the door. "Say yes right fucking now, or I close the curtains and get pounded in privacy!"

"Yes." He shot back, almost a whisper.

"Enjoy the show." I whispered, my grimace flashing to a grin as I hung up and tossed the phone down.

I licked my lips, unlatching the door and peaking through the peep hole. There he was.

I put on my sweet face and turned the knob, swinging the door wide to bare my naked flesh. As another round of painfully obvious fakery, I gasped, draping one arm across my chest, putting the other down between my legs. I realized I was still carrying the dildo as it smaked into my chest.

"Gosh, thank you!" I smiled sweetly as his eyes scanned my body, stopping on the large purple penis in my hand. "Oops, I didn't mean to let you see this! Gosh, that's so embarrasing!" I held it up in front of me, biting my lip, then held it behind my back, "Sorry!" I grinned, arching my back slightly, pushing my tits out.

"Your, um," He studdered, and I held back a giggle, "Your robe, miss?" He held it up, and I frowned at him.

"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry again! My hands seem to be all occupied..." I paused, looking at the robe, then in the room. "You couldn't possibly be so nice as to bring it in for me, could you, mister?" I made my best puppy dog eyes at him.

"Sure..." He hesitated, and I stepped back, holding the door with my shoulder. As he brushed past, my nipples gently grazed his arm, sending a tingle down my spine. I bit my lip, letting the door swing shut as I followed him into the room.

"Are all British guys as chivalrous as you, mister?" I said as he sat the robe on the bed and paused awkwardly. I sat down in front of him, smiling up, setting the purple dildo in my lap.

"Only to young ladies as... friendly as yourself, I'm sure." His eyes scanned my perky breasts with their round, dark nipples. I placed my arms to my sides, tilting my head back partly to smile at him, mostly to try and improve his view.

"Oh!" I jolted upright, grabbing the dildo and standing abruptly, constraining my suddenly bouncing breasts by pressing my body against his, "As a reward for being so nice, you simply must have some tequila!"

"I don't know if..." He started, but I grabbed his hand, dragging him around the bed. What kind of idiot was this? Drunk naked girl wants to thank you? He should've had his pants off by the time he got through the door!

I dropped his hand, grabbing the bottle. Tequila in one hand, dildo in the other, I motioned to the balcony. "This, my British friend, is 'Tradicional!' You have to drink it authentically." I nodded at the balcony matter-of-factly. "Out of doors. With salt. And a lime." I frowned. I didn't actually have either of those things.

"Um, you realize you still don't have your robe on?" He paused.

"Gosh, mister, do you think I should go grab it real quick?" I asked, pointedly.

He looked at me, then licked his lips, pulling open the sliding glass door. "No, no, don't be silly. Your hands are full."

"You're right!" I grinned as he followed me out.

The single chair was still sitting next to the table, and facing toward the lobby. "Take a seat, please, let me pour you a drink!" I sat the dildo down to stealthily hide the list while tilting the bottle toward the cup. I laughed as it missed, splashing the booze across the page. He was sliding into the chair as it spilt, and I suddenly had a wonderful idea.

"Here you go!" I smiled, sliding the cup over to him while still pouring. When the very full cup reached him I tipped the bottle sharply, pouring more than a splash onto his lap.

"Oh, gosh!" I cried out as he half-stood, the chair sliding back, tequila all over the front of his pants. I thudded the bottle onto the table, "Let me get that!"

With my back toward the lobby, I dropped to my knees between him and the table. I pushed him down into the chair, grasping his hot, hard flesh through the thin slacks. "Oh, it's so much! I'd hate for this to go to waste!" I leaned my face in, placing my mouth against his pants at the very tip of his cock, my butt lifting in the air and my breasts pressing against his knees as I valiently tried to save the tequila by sucking it up. Of course, it had clearly spilled in an entirely different place on his lap. No matter.

"I think the zipper is all wet, too." He said. I glanced up at him, smirking.

"You think so?" My hands slid across his lap, grasping the zipper and pulling it down.

"Good idea, we wouldn't want it to seize up."

"What about these buttons on your boxers?" I frowned sweetly, clearly concerned for any possible damage to his underwear.

"Oh, yes, they'll seize up, too. Better open those."

"That makes perfect sense." I nodded, grinning, groping my hands across the front of his pants, pulling the buttons open. I spread the gap as wide as I could, baring the middle of his shaft. "Oh, gosh, is your poor cock all wet, too?"

"Maybe you should check." He grinned.

He gently pushed my head down against his lap, and I slid my tongue into the front of his pants. I wriggled it sloppily around the shaft of his cock, leaving trails of drool as I did.

"Definitely wet." I nodded sadly as I lifted back up. "How can we dry it off?"

"We should let it air dry." He nodded, and I smiled. I reached in, tugging the opening up until I could fit the hot, swollen head around the still-buttoned top of his pants. I pulled the stiff flesh through, feeling his heartbeat in my firm grip. I tugged down on his slacks until it stuck straight out all the way from the base to the tip.

I licked my lips. I had wanted to start with him eating me out, but this was going a completely different way, and I was powerless to stop myself. It couldn't be helped.

With my butt stuck in the air, I slid my mouth around his cock, trying to force it to the back of my throat. The hot, hard, mostly dry flesh wouldn't press that deep yet, so I let my spit soak it as I bobbed gently on the head. My butt swayed along with me. In the back of my mind, I hoped Frank was getting that in the frame of the shot.

One one thousand.

When I got to ten it was as deep into my throat as my last boyfriend's ever got, and I certainly wasn't getting any pubes in my teeth yet. I grinned, pulling off, wiping a slobbery dribble from the corner of my mouth.

"Gosh, it's soaked!" I looked up, clearly shocked by my discovery. He raised his eyebrows at me.

"Maybe you can dry it off with your hands?" He nodded toward the hard cock I'd just pulled from my mouth, and I bit my lip. I reached up, wrapping both hands around the spit-slick shaft, sliding them up gently, then back down. One one thousand.

"It won't get dry like that... tighter..." He pursed his lips as I squeezed gently, moving my hands a little faster.

"Is this better?" I pumped both arms up and down rapidly, squeezing firmly on the slippery flesh as I did, jostling my breasts in a wholly unnecessary way with each stroke.

"Maybe you should blow it dry..." He muttered, biting his lip.

I pulled it gently toward me, still stroking quickly, pointing it at my face. I blew softly on the tip as I continued to pump it. We'd easily reached ten, but he hadn't reached his tipping point just yet.

I stuck out a tongue, tickling at the tender flesh at the tip of his cock, and he let out a grunt. I felt his hot goo splash on my chin, and I tilted my face under the pulsating cock, the next string spraying across my cheek. I pumped long, slow, deep and another spray squirted across my nose. Then another. Grinning, I took the tip in my mouth, sucking out the final dribbles as I pumped gently up and down his shaft.

"Fuck..." He muttered, his cock quickly softening in my grasp. I let it drop, still hanging out of the hole in his slacks, and rolled back onto my feet. I stood up, feeling his warm cum slowly oozing along my cheek, nose and chin. I licked my lips, sucking in a thick, gooey dribble with a grin.

"Gosh, mister, you still haven't tried the tequila!" I climbed onto his lap, wrapping my legs around him as he reached his arms around me, feeling his soft but still hot cock pressingly gently against the cold crack of my ass. "I'm so sorry I spilled it on your lap... can you ever forgive me?"

"I might." He grinned, his eyes scanning his cum all over my face. "I don't think some authentic tequila will hurt for that." He grabbed the cup, bringing it to his lips.

"Wait!" I grabbed his arm and he looked at me. "Salt first!" He smirked, then looked at the table.

"There's no salt here, love." He frowned at me, confused.

"Gosh, there isn't? Oh, mister, you simply must have something salty..." I pouted. Then, with a faceful of cum further betraying my already obvious fakery, "My nipples can sometimes taste a little salty..." I bit my lip, "If you lick'em for, oh, at least ten seconds." I nodded.

He eyed me suspiciously. "Alright..." He licked his lips, pressing his mouth against the dark nub at the tip of my perky young breast.

"Mmm..." My thighs tightened, my cheeks squeezing his soft cock, as his tongue flicked at my nipple. "Oh, god..." I hadn't even realized how horny sucking him off had made me. I needed that cock hard again, and I needed it now!

"Yes, salty indeed..." He pulled away.

"Don't stop..." Was that ten seconds? Who cares?

"Well, I do have to try the other one, you know." He smiled at me, "It's more authentic that way."

"Definitely." I grinned as his lips closed around the tip of my other breast, sending wonderful tingles through my body. Little electric shocks that ran down between my thighs, where my wetness was pressing against a slowly stiffening cock.

"Oh, fuck me..." I tilted my head back as his tongue flittered across my nipple.

"All in good time, I'm sure." He pulled away, drawing the cup to his mouth and swallowing down the tequila. "As for the lime..." He stood, pulling me up with him. I gasped, wrapping my legs tight as he lifted me up and set me down on the cold balcony railing.

"Ack!" I squeeked as he pried my legs off of him, my hands grasping tight on the rail, "What are you..." He answered before I finished by kneeling down and sliding his tongue along my aching, wet slit, sloppily spreading my juices up to my clit. He paused before lapping greedily at it, shivers suddenly rocking my body. I wanted to cry out, I wanted to cum, but was too terrified of losing my grip so struggled to fight it off as he kept working away. It was all I could do not to have an orgasm right there, naked, sitting on the railing, a complete stranger's face between my legs, his cum covering my own.

Then his hand came up my thigh, and I cried loudly as his fingers slid easily into my sopping wet hole. His tongue working my clit, his fingers slid in and out of me, groping inside my pussy, pressing along the top. I felt it coming, I felt my spine on fire, my legs spasmed. I couldn't take any more, I was going to cum whether or not I'd be falling to my death while I did!

Then he pulled away, his arms sliding up my sides, pulling me off the railing.

"Don't... stop... why..." I was shaking, my pussy was pounding. The slightest touch was about to set me off, I wanted him inside me!

"That was ten seconds, dearie." He held up the paper from the table, slightly limp from the splash of tequila, a dark, dildo-shaped stain of lube across it. Fuck!

"Fuck..." My eyes went wide as my heart stopped. I licked my lips, catching another dribble of cum that had run down from the shots across my nose, trying to think of what to say and coming up blank.

"The game is up, love." His smile was gone as looked from me to the page. "No need to play anymore. Besides, once you begin something, it's important you're prepared to see it through to its conclusion." He eyed me seriously.

"Well, I never actually planned on doing all-" I started, trying to explain the dare.

"Discipline is important!" He shot back, interrupting me.

"What?" I looked up at him suddenly fearful at the unexpectedly sharp tone.

He frowned, shaking his head. "Americans." He paused, then nodded. "Let's get you another 12 points, shall we?" He grinned, and I smiled sheepily, almost shyly up at him, my heart racing.

"Okay..." I bit my lip, suddenly unsure of whether I was in trouble. Until I looked down at his cock, standing firmly at attention once again. Even getting caught couldn't stop where this was going.

"I have a feeling you're not such a sweet little girl as to be shy about that, are you?"

I pursed my lips, then snorted a laugh. "Sometimes I am." I smiled, "I'm really just really fucking horny right now, and kinda really fucking drunk, too!" I laughed.

"Brilliant." He beamed, then looked meaningfully at the table. I stepped over to it, pushing my broken cup shards off to clatter on the balcony. I turned to him, smiling and pulling my butt up on it.

"That table can certainly hold your specatular, tiny little body, but I don't know if it'll hold you getting shagged by me." He grabbed my hips and easily turned me around, pushing the chair against the side of my leg.

"Actually, that seems like a good idea!" I laughed, climbing onto it, kneeling. He pushed gently on the top of my back and I bent forward, my hands on the tabletop.

His fingers slid along my bare ass, sliding down between my legs to my wet, waiting pussy. He slid a few fingers in, then spread my lips. I felt the tip of his hard cock press against me, and he slid it up and down my slit, lubing it up. He pushed in, an inch at first, then out. Gently, he worked in and out, almost teasing me, and I had been so close to an orgasm just moments ago. He worked me back up easily, getting his cock slick with my juices as he did.

"Oh, god..." I muttered as his cock finally shoved deep into me, his hips pressing against my bare ass in one firm motion. "Fuck..." I mumbled.

"What was that, love?" He said, freezing in place, his cock deep inside me.

"I said, fuck me with your giant fucking cock you fucking British asshole!" I shouted at him, laughing.

"Well, if you ask so nicely..." He pulled back, then slammed against me, driving his slick, hard cock deep into my tight pussy, sending a wonderful tidal wave of pleasure through me. He drew back out, the pushed in again. Faster and faster.

"Fuck, yes!" I shouted again, my breasts shaking as he rammed into me, over and over. I felt it building again, it felt so wonderful. I hadn't been fucked like this in a year. Maybe longer. Maybe not ever.

"I think - we've made - ten seconds." He said as he pounded my happy little pussy.

"You better not fucking stop fucking me." I spat back, angrily.

"Don't worry, love," He laughed, leaning over me as he paused, "It's another 4 points!" I looked up to see him grab the dildo from the table, still shiny with lube. He stepped back, his hard cock pulling out of me and the fat purple one shoving in. It was thicker than him, and the lube wasn't exactly fresh. It tore into me, shoving my pussy apart.

"Fuck!" I cried out, but he drew it back, shoving it in again. My arms tumbled down as I collapsed from his assault, my forehead slamming against the table. The purple dildo shoved into me faster and harder than he had. My pussy tightened hard, my thighs pressed into each stroke, my knees pressed together, my body pressed into the table, the cold glass only heightening my sensations as my nipples pressed against it.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" I cried out again, throwing my head back as the orgasm peaked through me, my hips driving into every thrust of the dildo. He kept pumping, but slowed as he saw me cresting, gently milking every last drop of pleasure from my body.

"Oh, fuck, yes..." I sighed, the intensity flowing out with my breath. I lay there on the balcony naked and limp, awkwardly balanced between the table and the chair with breasts on the glass and my butt in the air, the dildo still sheathed deep inside my pussy, which still strained to pour every last drop of my now-spent energy into pulsating around the still firm shaft.

"I fear you may have ruined your makeup." I looked back as he spoke, smiling at his long, hard shaft still sticking out of the hole I'd opened in his slacks.

"I don't suppose you can fix that for me, can you?" I sighed down another little shiver of after shock, shakily lifting myself off the table. I climbed down from the chair, reaching between my legs to pull out the dildo with an awkward squat. Setting it on the table, I dropped roughly to my knees in front of him, half propping myself on the rail to our side, my breats jostling with the abrupt motion.

"I presume someone out in the parking lot is also keeping score?" He said as I wrapped a hand around the hard shaft, slick with my juices. I dodged the question by licking my lips and sliding my mouth onto him, smiling to myself at my own familiar flavor I'd only tasted on a still-hard cock once before. "Tell me, is this being recorded for posterity?"

I pulled off his cock, stroking faster. "You're on candid camera." I bit my lip and he squinted down at, shaking his head with a smile. It was only a few seconds before he came once again, little spurts shooting onto my face. The first sprayed across my eye, and I closed it, aiming the next along the cum-free side of my face. The last dribble I scooped up with the tip of my nose. If I had ruined my makeup before, I'd certainly fixed it now.




Email from Cindy's Box #05



I smiled up at him as he pushed the slowly softening flesh into his pants, closing up the hole.

"Let's go get your robe so we can get fill out the rest of your points!" He smiled, turning to the balcony door. I glanced out at the parking lot, wondering if Frank had caught all that. I wasn't sure if he had planned to record this long. Although, it was really worth it, even if he hadn't!

I came in, sliding the door shut behind me. He held up the robe, and helped me into it. I smiled at him, and he smiled back sweetly. He'd just fucked my brains out not two minutes ago, and he was actually being a nice guy still.

"What's, the, uh, the plan?" I asked.

"We have to find you a spectator." He nodded to the door, and I followed, biting my lip and grabbing my phone.

"I really have enough points, now..." I didn't even know how many I'd got. There was hardly anything left on the list.

"Nonsense. We'll finish out your list tonight." He stepped out into the hall, and I followed, suddenly shy now that my horniness was gone after that incredible orgasm. I was walking through a hotel with nothing on me but a skimpy robe and some stranger's cum! Of course, that just made things start coming back that much more quickly. "I've got a plane in the morning..." He glanced at his watch, "Actually, I've got to leave for it in an hour." He nodded, looking back at me, smiling, "We've been at it longer than I thought!"

"Gosh..." I mumbled, my heart racing again as he pressed the elevator button. We were going to have to go out through the lobby. At this time of night, no one'd be there except the receptionist guy. He couldn't miss my face covered in cum, and would probably get a glimpse or two below this tiny bathrobe.

As I worried about him just catching a glimpse of me under the robe, my face flushed dark red as I realized only a few minutes ago I'd been shouting obscenities from the balcony while being fucked totally naked! What would a receptionist seeing me really matter at this point? Guys definitely aren't the only ones who make poor decisions when they want to cum.

I was terrified of being spotted anyway. And for some damn reason, that just turned me on more!

The elevator dinged, and I squeeled in horror as it opened. It was the smoker. "Hello again!" He said, grinning.

"Oh, have you met my girl here?" The British guy said as we came in. The British guy. It suddenly occured to me that I'd been fucking this guy for an hour or two and I still had no idea what his name was. He pushed the lobby button and the doors closed behind us.

"Oh, ya, I went out for a smoke earlier." His eyes scanned my face, and I licked my lips. I wanted to somehow lick all the cum off me, or to wipe it off, to somehow escape this stranger seeing me like this. But I couldn't even reach a single drop, and there was nothing I could do to hide. I was in too deep and my fear just fed the fire between my thighs. "Must've been before she met you, though."

The elevator opened at the lobby and we stepped out. the lobby was empty. The receptionist seemed to be in the back office. He wasn't at the counter, at least.

"Matt." British guy held out his hand, stopping in the middle of the lobby. I glanced around, holding my robe tightly closed in front of me. Matt.

"José." Smoker shook it. "And you are?"

"Cindy..." I looked down, honest shyness shining through the cum covering my face this time.

"Well, José, I see Cindy here put on a bit of a show for you?" I went pale as I looked up at Matt.

"She sure did." José nodded, grinning, glancing down the front of my robe. Holding my phone in one hand, I tightened my grip on the bottom of the robe, which kept threatening to spread apart. I was all but unable to keep the top from spilling apart just standing there. I realized then that Matt had forgotten to give me the belt. Ya, he forgot. Clearly. I frowned.

Matt glanced down my robe, too. Then he gestured to the lobby couches.

"Well, Cindy seems to be working on quite a laundry list of dares, and wouldn't it be a shame if she couldn't finish the whole thing?" Matt pulled the list out of his pocket as he sat down, unfolding it onto a table. My eyes went wide at the sight of it. José sat next to him, scanning the page.

"Matt..." I gasped softly.

"Well, fuck me." He scanned the list as Matt started marking things off we'd done together. José looked at him with an approving grin as Matt ticked off item after item. "So, Cindy, you've got to... touch your pussy, touch your spread pussy and touch your spread pussy while exposed?" He frowned at me, "What the fuck does that shit mean? You were totally fucking doing that earlier." He shook his head at Matt, "Mark those off."

"That didn't count..." I mumbled, standing over them.

"Hmmm?" Matt said, clicking his pen. "Here, Cindy, love, take a seat." He gestured to the armchair across from them, and I sat, my legs together, my bare ass on the cool cushions. As I let go of the bottom edges of the robe, it fell away to neatly part in front. I was bare along my middle all the way down to my pussy once again, which was already heating up quite quickly for round two here.

The hand with my phone was keeping the top from slipping out around my breasts as I tried pulling the bottom of the robe up to my lap with my free hand. It didn't work, though. The fabric wouldn't turn that way. I sighed, placing my empty hand in my lap, my fingers draped across my crotch. I bit my lip as my pussy ached for those fingers, now only inches away.

"I hafta actually, um," I looked at José and licked my lips. This time I did get a little dribble of salty cum. I think it had crept down from the side of my nose. I swallowed it, the thick texture and very recognizable flavor making my fingers just that much harder to hold back. "I never actually got around to the first one, and I hafta put fingers, like, in for the spread ones to count."

"For ten seconds." José pointed at the top of paper, then looked up at me.

"Ya." I conceded. "For ten seconds."

Matt smiled and turned to José. "Shall we blow a fag?"

"What the fuck you just say?" José glared at Matt, who laughed.

"Sorry, I meant to steal a cigarette from you." He shook his head, holding up his hand, "British term. Fag means cigarette. Sorry."

José looked sidelong at Matt, then shrugged, "Sounds good to me."

"I'm sure Cindy's hands will be otherwise occupied while we smoke?" Matt stood, folding up the paper, and José followed him. I stood too, my face flush as my mind raced over what was about to happen. I held the robe closed with both hands as we walked out, the solid glass double-doors latching noisily shut behind us.

"I've got to call Frank, just a sec." I said, my voice nearly cracking with nervousness as I held out the phone. As soon as I let go of the robe, it gaped open, my breasts threatening to spill out. I had felt almost secure on the balcony, drunk on lust and liquor. Now I was painfully sober and utterly failing in the struggle against my urges. I felt infinitely more exposed out in the parking lot compared to the balcony, even though factually, it made little difference. I may have been on much less of a stage now, but in my head, I was suddenly out in the terrifying open.

I slid my other hand along the middle of my robe as I tried to bring up Frank on the phone, but the bottom split wide while I fumbled to find a safe middle point. I managed to grab it tightly enough to keep the bottom together most of the time, with my breasts mostly safely secured but just at the edge of escaping. Struggling on the edge of disater was making me that much hotter that much faster.

"Who's Frank?" José asked. It occured to me they were probably both as hard as I was wet, and with a quick glance I confirmed their status. Suddenly all I could think about was having two guys to help apply my makeup. I definitely didn't need to check for wetness.

"It's Frank's list." I muttered.

"Cindy?" Frank answered.

"Hey, I'm..." I sighed, trying to think how to explain what was happening. At this point, I figured I should just admit everything. It's not like he wasn't recording it all in glorious high definition. "I'm coming out with that smoking guy from earlier and the guy I just fucked on the balcony."

"What?"

"We're coming out to finish off the list."

"You're coming out?" He said. I heard a zipper close.

"Are you still whacking it??" I paused.

"Shut up." I heard a noise. I think he was getting out of the car. "Just... Just wait a sec."

"Are you getting out of the car?" I was confused. We came up to the smoking spot, and Matt and José took positions on either side of one of those cigarette butt containers. I stood there with them under the lamp post with my back to the parking lot, trying to get Frank to make sense on the phone as they chuckled. At least standing still left me more or less safely covered up. For now.

I sighed. "I'm going to do this, whether you're whacking it in your car or whacking it standing next to me."

"Here, I'm coming, just wait." He said. I glanced behind me and saw him out in the parking lot, walking this way.

"I'm doing this." I hung up, bringing my phone hand back to my chest to pull the robe closed.

"Go ahead." José nodded at me, taking a drag. I sighed.

"Yes. Let's start with you gently rubbing that wet little slit of yours where we can't see, and work our way up, shall we?" Matt offered, smiling. "José and I can even keep count for you. You are wet enough, aren't you?"

I bit my lip again, nodding. The two of them were equally excited. People standing on the other side of the parking lot could tell that with those buldges.

"That's my horny little girl!" Matt grinned.

I let go of the bottom of the robe, but it was hanging too loosely for me to slide in and stay covered, especially with my thighs spread far enough to fit a hand between them. I slid my phone hand further down, pulling my robe tight across the bottom and letting it spread wide across my breasts. An ample amount of rounded flesh was exposed, which probably turned me on as much as it turned on the two men watching me, honestly.

I slid my hand between the folds of the robe, my eyes closing as my fingers found their way into my thighs to the hot, supple flesh. I couldn't help but let out a soft sigh as I slid a fingertip gently along my slit, feeling my wetness already.

"Mmm..." I sighed audibly, opening my eyes. I had to do this covered for ten seconds, and put fingers in, still covered, for ten more. Then ten final seconds baring it all, fingers still in, and I was done. The list would be totally finished.

"One..." Matt counted. "One and a half..."

"Holy fuck, Cindy!" Frank gaped, stepping up next to me. I bit my lip as suddenly three cocks popped into my mind. I gently grazed my fingers along my little slit as his eyes pulled off my nearly-bared chest and scanned my face. "Is that cum still all over your face? Fuck, the camera!" He pulled up his camera in one hand and levelled it at me, the red "Recording" light by the shutter button glowing to life. He scanned it across my body, pausing to take in the splattering on my face as I bit my lip against another soft sigh.

"It's on your list, Frank." Matt smiled, holding his hand up in half a wave, his lit cigarette in the other. "Matt."

"José." José waggled his cigarette at Frank.

"I suppose you're who we have to thank for our girl here?" Matt grinned at me, and I licked my lips, feeling my thighs gently wobble as my finger pressed once more along my smooth, burning hot lips.

"Ya, she's certainly been dedicated." Frank stepped back to catch me fully in the frame of the shot, "You seriously came out to the parking lot like this?"

"I..." I let out a gentle moan, "Is that ten yet?"

"Yes, I'm sure, why don't you go ahead and slide a finger on in, then, love?" Matt grinned.

"We're going to finish off your list, Frank." José grunted, pushing his finished butt into the container.

"I'm really sorry, but it doesn't actually count like this." Frank said apologetically. I didn't hear him though, as my finger slowly pressed inside of me.

Matt took one last, long drag, shoving his butt in after José's. "Why won't it count if Cindy just fingers herself right here, right now, Frank?" He smiled, "In front of all of us and on camera?" Three cocks sprang to mind once again, and I pressed three wet fingers into my tight, aching hole with a sharp gasp.

"Whoever's watching can't know about the bet, that's the whole point." Frank looked sidelong at Matt, keeping the camera on me. "And the camera only counts for the partner dares, I think so you can invite the watcher up for'em."

"What about the hotel clerk? He's a dude." José suggested.

"This... this doesn't count?" I frowned, biting my lip as I fought to pull my hand away from my hungry, protesting pussy. I brought the wet, slippery fingers up to my lips, sighing happily and drawing off my own familiar taste once more before even realizing what I was doing, and on camera none the less. My eyes went wide at the grins around me, and I wiped the wetness off on my robe, jostling my breast as I did.

Their quite plain buldges just made it that much harder to keep my hand from going right back between my legs. I let my free hand drop to my side, my phone hand sliding gently down to hold the robe together at a slightly more comfortable place. The already wide, low, gaping opening at the top of the robe gaped open just a little bit wider.

"No, love, it seems it doesn't." Matt grinned, "I guess you'll have to do it all over again."

"The clerk... isn't he, like, some young kid?" I clearly in a bit of a legal grey area already, but I certainly didn't want to do anything really illegal.

"'Kid?' What are you, 14?" José smirked at me.

"Fuck you, I'm 22." I frowned at him. Why do people always think I look so young?

José rolled his eyes. "Ya, well, '22,' I told him when I checked in that he looked a little young to be the only one running the show, and he got kinda pissy at me. I guess he's actually 19."

"Tell you what, love, I think we can still get your list finished off here. You just go on into the lobby and ask this young man if you can wait there for someone coming down to get you."

"My key!" I realized I'd forgotten to grab the key to get back in my room. I glared at Matt. It was probably with the belt.

"Here's your key." Matt smiled, holding it up. "One of us is, in fact, paying attention." I reached my empty hand out to grab it, but he pulled it away. My breasts nearly spilled out of their utterly inadequate coverage at the top of my robe when I jostled them heavily stumbling forward after the key. "Once you finish Frank's list!"

"I like it. She asks this guy to let her in the lobby, as if someone is coming down in a minute, then she just goes and sits someplace with her back to'im and starts at it, ya?" José nodded at Matt. "Maybe you get into it a bit, maybe climb up on a table, start really goin' at it!" He grinned at me. "You should hit the rest of the list in no time!"

"Nah, that won't count either." Frank shook his head, "She hasta be facing him."

"I can't even cover my lap sitting down, let alone get a hand in there..." I frowned.

"I'm certain you'll devise an enjoyably unique solution." Matt grinned.

"Plus, we hafta watch, or else, you know, how would we know?" Frank added.

"We'll just hafta go in with her." José smirked, but I shook my head.

"You guys being there would not work."

"I'm certain we can be suitably inconspicuous from the shadows out here, can't we fellows?" Matt held up the key, "Now run along, love."

I paused, glancing sidelong at the lobby.

"Well, come on now, let's get to it." Matt waved me on, but I looked down.

"It's just..." I mumbled, "It's just that I've never been with a black guy..."

Matt made a face, but José laughed, "The fuck? A cock's a cock."

"You know this from experience?" Matt raised his eyebrow.

"I'm not the one suggesting we go out in the parking lot and blow a fag."

"What?" Now Frank was confused.

I breathed deep. A cock's a cock. "I'm doing it..." I turned my back to them, walking toward the lobby door. From where I felt the terry cloth brushing against my backside, I could tell half my ass was peaking out the bottom of this robe for Frank's camera. The three cocks following right behind it flashed into my mind. The three, long, hard, thick cocks... and one more, just inside...

I shook my head as I came up to the large, glass double-doors and peered in. The desk was bare, he was still in the back room. Do they sleep in there, or what?

I knocked and waited. I shifted my feet, adjusting my grip on my phone and robe, glancing at the men watching me from the shadows. I looked in at the door to the office, but no one came out.

I looked around. There was a buzzer over to one side. I leaned over and pushed it.

A second later, the guy's voice came over it, "I apologize for the delay, I did hear you knocking. I'll be right out ma'am."

Ma'am? I looked around, but couldn't find the camera. Frank pointed above the door, and I frowned, looking up at the black sphere. I started to worry just how many cameras were on me tonight when I saw the clerk pop out of the office door and hurry around the counter.

I wasn't certain at first, but as soon as he got closer, it became abundantly obvious that he was definitely not sleeping back there. What he was really taking care of stood out rather pointedly, in fact.

"How can I hel-" His voice trailed off as he saw me up close. He froze with his hand on the latch. That buldge in the front of his slacks grew slightly, pushing against his boxers as they gently spread his half-open fly.

I drew my eyes up from his crotch to find his eyes on my chest. Considering what was covering my face, I was justifiably confused why that wasn't the big shocker. I looked down to see just how much cleavage I was showing to find that not only was a large part of one dark nipple peaking out of my robe, but the other one was totally bared!

My eyes widened and I tugged the robe forward, slipping my breasts back into captivity with an awkward cough and an uncomfortably amount of jiggling.

Of course, it was then that he finally saw what was all over my face.

"Um..." He looked around the empty lobby, then back at me.

I decided that, considering my state, the innocent-little-girl ploy was probably a little too improbable to fly. "Hey there, cutie! A friend of mine is coming down to get me," I waggled my phone, jostling the front of my robe and, naturally, my decently-sized mounds of flesh underneath once more, "I don't suppose you'd be willing to let me wait in the lobby, would you?" I licked my lips, reaching for and finding a dribble of cum outside the corner of my mouth. I drew it in with a grin, "I promise to be good... You can keep an eye on me if you need to... You know, for security purposes."

He pushed the door open and I stepped in. "Thank you." I glanced at the men in the shadows as I smiled, pushing gently past my new friend face to face. I was just close enough for the tip of my breast to brush across his chest, slipping the robe off my nipple again. "Oops!" I grinned, feigning embarrasment, tugging it back into place with my free hand.

"Yes." He blurted. I raised an eyebrow, smiling.

"Yes?" I asked.

"You can wait here, that's..." He let the door close with a click, "That'll be fine." He nodded, his eyes darting briefly down my body, only to return embarrasedly to the sticky goo on my face.

I pause, squinting at him, "I think you might need to..." I stepped closer to him, leaning up toward his face, turning my head gently and whispering as if I were imparting a dire secret, "XYZ?"

His eyes were wide as I hung there. "XYZ?" He muttered, confused.




Email from Cindy's Box #05



"Examine your zipper?" I pointed down, and he jumped back, his hands shooting to his fly.

"Oh, fuck," He pulled it up, awkwardly shifting his obvious erection. "I was just using the restroom, I mean..." He looked worriedly at me.

"I hope you don't mind the interruption." I smiled. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. I glanced out the glass door, but couldn't see anyone in the gloom. The ringtone started and I lifted it up, shifting hands just fast enough to flash the briefest glimpse. I glanced at the screen before answering it. "Frank?"

"Not quite, dear." Matt. "Frank sends his love, though."

"Oh ya?" I eyed the clerk, who stood there awkwardly, watching me talk on the phone. I smiled at him, and he smiled back, clearly trying not to stare at me and just as clearly failing miserably.

"We've decided you should get ten bonus points if you go on and give him one of those wonderful blow jobs I got earlier."

Another $150? I paused, my eyes scanning the buldge in his pants again. Frank was gonna owe me, like, over a grand. Could he even pay? Then my mind went straight to Matt's cock, back in my mouth. I tried coloring it black, and it tasted the same. He'll just hafta owe me. "Will it be long?" I responded, feebly covert.

"Long enough for the three of us to come in and get José here a new room key."

"I inexplicably lost mine while out for a smoke." I heard José in the background. I frowned.

"That long?" I bit my lip, looking away from the clerk. "What about..." I tried to think how to phrase what I wanted to ask in a sneakier way. "What about the other stuff?" I'm not always that great at thinking on my feet.

"Just a sec..." The phone dropped and I heard them talking briefly. "You'll have to do that first. You've made a commitment, like I said, discipline is important!"

I nodded. "Okay, okay, I'll see you in a little while, then." I glanced back at my new friend. "I'm sure I'll find something to do." I smiled, hanging up and lowering the phone. "Sounds like it'll be a few minutes."

"You're welcome to wait here, I'll just..." He looked over at the front desk, then back at me, "I'll just do... work..." He trailed off, pointing awkwardly like the computer there somehow explained that his job was more complex than just sitting in a chair until the doorbell rings.

"Alright." I looked around. Sitting down wouldn't work if he couldn't see me, and even if he could, the robe fell open pretty wide earlier. I couldn't get the "covered" things done by sitting down.

He went to the computer behind the desk. Where the computer was located was slightly higher than the rest of the desk. For signing receipts, I guess. So I couldn't just go stand by him there under the guise of chit chat, either, since it was high enough that I could be naked and all he'd see is the top of my cleavage.

Leaning against the far wall was my only option, really. So I walked across to a spot in view of both my new friend the clerk and the three men serrupticiously recording me through the front doors, and casually leaned against the wall. With the clerk's eyes barely on the computer screen, I knew I had his attention.

I shifted my grip again, and let my free hand wander down between the folds of my robe. God, did I want it. As soon as my middle finger gently grazed the smooth, bare skin along my hot little slit, my knees were ready to give in. This was going to be a wonderful ten seconds.

I slid my finger down, back, between my thighs, as far as it could reach, feeling the wet little void where my hand was aching to go. I pushed just barely inside my lips and slid back up, softly following the little folds up to the tip of my clit, sending wonderful little shocks up my spine. My thighs tightened as I softly pushed my finger back and forth along my happy little nub, a gentle moan of pleasure escaping before I could catch it. The hand on my robe slipped down, and it was all I could do to concentrate enough to keep covered down below as my breasts spilled out the top.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps and jumped, my eyes startling open when I hadn't even realized they'd closed. I saw a man walking away, down the hall. He had come right past the lobby without even noticing me. My heart raced, but my fingers just quickened their pace. Was he coming back? Could I stop after ten seconds and hide? Did I even care?

I sighed as the wonderful feeling growing between my legs filtered up to my brain and I knew the answer to the last question: Not at all. My eyes shut, and I heard the footsteps pass again without the slightest pause. He mustn't've seen, but even if he had seen, even if he had stopped, even if he had come right over to me...

I looked up to find the clerk's eyes glued onto me. I smiled, but I don't think he even noticed me catching him. I wondered just what he was doing back behind that tall counter, and whether his fly had inexplicably come open once again.

I hadn't been counting. It'd definitely been ten seconds. I pushed my hand between my ever-so-slightly spread thighs and pressed my finger easily into my hot, wet flesh, the smooth, tender skin lighting up like lightning storms as I did. I sighed again, louder, my eyes watching the clerk, my other hand barely keeping the robe closed to cover my pussy, the thought of protecting my bared breasts a lost cause.

Then the phone vibrated again! I almost dropped it, my fingers slipping in and out of me. Had it been ten more seconds? The ringtone started, and I let go of the robe. It spilled open, exposing the hand pumping in and out of my tight, wet hole right there in the lobby. My breasts bare, my face covered in cum, the lobby clerk stroking it as he watched... I almost felt another orgasm just out of reach, and my hand just started pushing faster, in and out.

I awkwardly managed to answer as my hips rocked against my other hand of their own accord. "Uhh... Hello? Mmmm..." I bit my lip, hard, trying not to cry out.

"We, uh, just wanted to let you know you could move along to uncovering." Matt. "I see you're way ahead of us. I'll let you to your ten seconds, then, love."

"Uhh... Okay..." I muttered, letting the phone drop as my hand slid down, pausing to grip gently at my breast before sliding along between my legs. With one hand slipping in and out, and my other slipping faster and faster up and down my slick clit, I let out another cry of pleasure.

How long had I been doing this one? One one thousand, I thought. Two... Fuck. Three... cocks... no, now there were four... five one thousand.

I was helpless to stop the first wave as I felt it coming. "Uhh!" I said loudly, maybe loud enough for Frank's camera outside to catch. I leaned forward, my fingers alternating from pushing quickly in and out of my now-pulsating little hole and slipping up and down along my clit.

"Oh, fuck me..." I moaned again, struggling to keep upright as my fingers worked at my now-soaking wet pussy. "God, yes..." I sighed softly as I felt another wave hit me, like a tingly little earthquake up from my toes all along my body, coming out my mouth as a cry of joy.

I fell to my knees as it hit me again, one hand now pumping deep in and out between my legs, the other barely keeping my head off the floor. "Oo-oh..." I felt my body shake softly as my second orgasm of the night washed out of me. "Uhng..." I sighed, pulling my hand out from between my legs. I lay there, just trying to breath, my ass in the air, my pussy soaked with my own juices, my strength slowly returning to my raked body. It occurred to me that I didn't really make it to ten. I was definitely not ready to try again just yet.

I managed to look up to see the clerk standing over me. At least his fly was closed this time, but telling from the buldge, either he hadn't finished or seeing me cum had already made him ready to go again.

"Are you alright?" He mumbled as I slowly rolled back onto my knees, pulling the hair from my face and dragging some cum along with it. I tugged the robe over my breasts, but I hardly had a reason to at this point. "Do you need something?"

$150? Ya, I'll do this for $150. "Yes..." I bit my lip, my eyes falling to the buldge. I reached up, my robe splaying open, baring a strip between my breasts down to my sore little pussy. I felt his rock-hard erection in his pants, and fumbled at his fly.

"Uh..." Was all he managed. He wore briefs. I tried pulling them down, but he winced. I looked up at him.

"Hey, I'm Cindy."

"Xavier." He nodded, my hand in the fly of his pants, gently gripping his hot, stiff cock through the stretchy briefs. It may just have been because I was feeling through his clothes, but it felt nice and thick.

"Nice to meet you, Xavier." I smiled up sweetly, letting my hand slide gently along his shaft.

"Uh..." He mumbled.

"I don't suppose you'd care to give me a hand here, would you, Xavier?" I nodded meaningfully toward his pants.

He looked around worriedly. "Can we go in the back room?"

"Maybe later." I licked my lips, sneaking a glance toward Frank's watching camera, "But if I'm going to fit this big, hard cock down my tiny little throat, I'd feel much more comfortable out in this wide, roomy lobby."

His eyes went wide.

"Maybe we can go behind your big, tall desk there?" I smiled, pulling myself up without taking my hand from his pants, my other hand barely holding my robe closed. "I bet you could do all sorts of things there without anyone seeing..." I slid my hand firmly up and down his shaft again, and he swallowed hard. I pulled my hand out and turned around, bending down to grab my phone. I smiled back at him as I stood up, and turned to start across the lobby. "You coming?" I looked back, catching his eyes still locked on my bare buns where they peaked out behind me.

"Yeah, okay, yeah..." He hurried over next to me, reaching down and threading his cock out the front of his briefs.

"I hope not just yet!" I grinned and he laughed awkwardly.

"Ya..." He mumbled. I stepped behind the counter to find the backing to be, with the exception of the computer stand, just cheap particle board, the whole counter hollow. The pleasant looking front for the customers was, unsurprisingly, all there was to it.

Works for me, I shrugged. "I'll just crawl under here, shall I?" I croutched down, sliding in to kneel with my back to the counter, fitting easily under the tall portion.

"I don't know how I should..." Xavier mumbled, stepping over in front of me, but I just looked sweetly up at him, my tongue tracing a gentle circle around the tip of his stiff, black cock as my hand gently held the base. I smiled, thinking to myself that this flavor was definitely within typical variation.

I dropped my phone and slid my other hand up the outside of his thigh, gently pulling on his hip. He stepped forward and I pushed my mouth around the head of his cock, pulling off with a sloppy dribble of spit. I grinned up at him, biting my lip and pushing my head back onto his cock, pulling on his hip again until his ribs were pressing against the high edge of the counter.

I heard the door open with a click. "Oh, I'm glad you're here! C'mon guys." José. I heard the footsteps cross the lobby as I pushed a little deeper onto Xavier's cock. He reached down, swatting at me, but I just shoved his hands back up and drove my head harder onto his cock. I had almost the whole thing in there, and it was starting to get fun...

"Have you seen a young girl around here?" I almost jumped as someone smacked the counter with both hands, but still grinned around Xavier's cock. Where was he going with this? "A young, asian girl? Cute as a button?"

"Uh..." Xavier said, reaching down to push me off again. I pressed my teeth gently against his hot flesh, and his hands shot away. I pulled back slowly and pushed back down, my lips brushing against my hand at the base of his cock as I felt it drive into my throat.

"About this tall? Name's Cindy?" He sounded flustered, and I smiled as I softly slid Xaviers cock back out, bringing my hand around to stroke it gently as I flitted my tongue around the tip again.

"It's been quiet..." Xavier managed. I licked my lips, sliding my mouth on and off his cock slowly, gripping the base with both hands.

"Gosh, my poor daughter..." Matt. "She gave us a ring, saying she'd meet us here... Apparently she's had a fairly rough evening!"

"Daughter?" Xavier's voice cracked as I sped up slightly. I was starting to feel the heat rising yet again between my thighs, and smiled to myself.

"What? She's adopted." Matt huffed, then snapping back to his worried tone, "She's only 14!" I nearly choked when he said that. Xavier did.

"F-fourteen?" He sputtered, and I grinned, his cock almost twitching in the air in front of me as I pulled my head off it and my hands away.

"Look, Daddy, no hands!" I whispered, folding my hands behind my back and leaning up to slide my mouth onto his cock. I pushed the hot, stiff, slippery rod deep into my throat until I felt his pubes on my lips and my nose pressed into his groin.

"She's definitely not in the parking lot..." José said as he, I assume he, tapped the countertop. I pulled back, then pushed forward gain, slowly. My hand worked its way around in front of me, sliding down between my thighs as I quietly shifted my knees apart.

"You're certain no one like that has been in here?" Matt. I moved faster now, my fingers sliding easily along my still-slippery slit, pushing smoothly into my hungry hole with a soft squishing sound before sliping back up to rub gently at my clit, still sore but aching for more.

"Do you hear something?" Frank said, softly. Xavier coughed. I grinned, trying to pump my mouth faster and faster back and forth on Xavier's cock, while keeping it deep inside to prevent it from escaping. Of course, this just made the slurping louder. I sped up my fingers, too, making every effort to make that noise heard just as easily.

"Nothing..." Xavier squeeked as his cock pulsed in my mouth, suddenly shooting hot wetness into the back of my throat. I shoved onto it, and he kept cumming, and I kept pushing my fingers in and out of my once-more-pulsating pussy, tightening hard around them. My third orgasm of the night was already coming, easier than ever.

I gagged as my orgasm swept into me and I couldn't really focus on his cock any longer. But, even though my mouth stopped, his cum didn't, and I coughed, spraying the hot, sticky cream across the front of his pants. I pulled back as the final few spurts shot onto my face, his cum already dribbling from the corners of my mouth. I hardly even noticed the mess as it was all I could do to keep from crying out, my fingers pushing hard, wet, noisy thrusts in and out of me, shoving against my convulsing pussy.

"I'll just call her again." Matt. I would have laughed if my brain was working. Instead, I just let out a sigh. My phone vibrated, buzzing on the floor. I had both hands between my legs again, as another wave of pleasure hit me, rushing through my skin and electrifying my spine.

"I know I heard something that time!" Frank said. My ringtone started just as my orgasm hit its climax, and I shoved my fingers hard into me again, the pain of my sore pussy just intensifying the sensations already shooting through me. "Hey, isn't that Cindy's phone?"

"U-uh! Fu-uuck!" I cried out, shaking as pleasure racked my body. "Fu-uck..." I leaned forward, my cum-covered face colliding with Xavier's cum-streaked pants. He stumbled back, and I collapsed in a heap, my pussy still convulsing with pleasure.

"Cindy!?" I heard Matt cry out, still in character. I was fairly certain Frank was laughing, though, so we were probably busted.

"Oh god..." Xavier mumbled. "Oh god..." He sounded like he was going to cry. Not so busted.

"I'm not his daughter, idiot." I managed to mumble, my pussy still gently rocking waves through me. I sighed, meekly climbing up on the computer chair as it threatened to roll out from under me. "And I'm not fucking 14, asshole." My glare at Matt broke into a wince as my pussy tightened again in aftershock. He finally broke into a grin.

"I..." Xavier looked down at his cum-soaked pants and his quickly softening cock.

"Do I fucking look 14?" I looked over at him, and he just looked blankly back at me.

"No?" He said meekly. I sighed, looking up at Frank. He raised he eyebrows at me and I squinted back, scanning his face. He lifted a hand, the camera tucked into his palm, and I smirked into it. Time to finish it all off!

I lifted first one leg, then the other, onto the arms of the chair, my thighs spread wide, my sore, overused pussy glistening as I posed for the four men. Considering my slightly early orgasm a few minutes ago, I pressed my fingers down and in, pulling myself wide. Definitely still fuckable. This pose was more fuckable than ever, even!

"And this makes 100." I grinned. At $15 dollars a point, minus the $300 I owed him... "Where's my twelve hundred dollars?"



Email from Cindy's Box #06



I can imagine working. I really am, you know, getting work done. Between bite size chunks of real stuff, I take these... breaks. For funzies. That's all. I'm not too busy today. When I am, I don't really get on my naughty email, but, today, I'm not so busy. I'm waiting on things from, well, from all over the place. A guy on the West Coast is hunting down a particular inspector to get more details for me on an off-hand comment from a report from last November. A girl in one of our facilities is sifting through some logistical data for me. A few guys in drafting are working through about 20 pages of comments I gave them on a recent document we were going to publish. A few pieces of my own work are still making their way through the building for general review. So, today, I'm just catching up on the small stuff.

Like my emails. ^.^

In fact, I've been catching up on so many that, well, let's just say it's good I don't have any real work to do, because I certainly wouldn't be able to concentrate on it!

In spite of the weather, which is ever changing these past few weeks, I went with a skirt again today. Partly because, well, I don't have that many professional looking pants, and partly because I knew I didn't have much work to do. So I wanted to be prepared in case he emailed me with another... request.

And he did.

I glance back, my ears sharp for footsteps as I log in. I skim my inbox, seeing his name at the top. Opening it, my face may be white, but I already feel flush. I always do when I do my naughty emails at work, but this time... I bite my lip. I can do that, I smirk to myself, clicking the "Mark as unread" option. Footsteps! I alt+tab over to a spec document I have open in acrobat as cover.

I roll back in my chair, smiling friendly-like at my passing coworker before I get up and head to the ladies' room. In the stall, I pull up the sides of my slim skirt, hooking my thumbs into my panties and swiftly slipping them off. I bite my lip again, looking around the empty stall. I hadn't planned this very well, and I didn't have anywhere to put them.

But I'm quite determined to take my bra off, too, just like he'd asked. The burning between my thighs will definitely make certain that gets done.

I reach up inside the back of my sweater, unhooking my bra. With some effort, I manage to pull each shoulder strap out and around my arms, leaving the cups loosely fixed to my breasts by the tightness of the red knit. The bra can wait there for now, and I can probably ball up the panties small enough to stay out of sight in my hand.

Okay, I'm ready to go back. I can easily slip both into my purse once I get to my cube. I can do this.

God, I have to do this... if I don't get out of this stall, my skirt is definitely not going to stay down for long...

I make my way back to my cube. I'm halfway down the straight hall that ends at my desk when I get waylaid by a guy in another group. I'm taking one of their work items right now, because they're so busy. He's just been through my comments on it, the ones that the drafting department is looking at, and he wants to make sure the scope meets their overall philosophy on the project. The very unique philosophy that their project is so freaking far behind that they need to push this stuff out the door, no matter how crappy it is. I know that, and I tell him that my comments were seriously reduced in scope for that reason, and only the really technically necessary stuff is being done.

I keep my fingers tight. My bra hangs loosely. I can feel it as he gibbers on, ever so slightly yet ever so obviously out of place. Maybe not to him, though. I glance down the hall at my cube, and you walk by it, my manager. You seem to be looking for me as you peer in. You pause, then step up to my computer.

Oh fuck.

I stare down at you as you look at my monitor for a few seconds. My hand is tight around my panties, my pussy suddenly burning again. This guy is still talking, and I'm still agreeing. You step out of my cube, spotting me down the hall. You look straight at me, then point from me to your office, marching in. I lick my lips. I tell this guy I've gotta go, and gently push off. I don't realize I just pressed my panties against him until I'm almost to my cube, and I forget it almost instantly when I see my screen.

Fucking Gmail.

I love Gmail, it's pretty slick. It got a great user interface, and I love the way it saves drafts and such. I use the draft feature quite a lot, in fact, to keep working copies of my stories easily accessible, with a super-reliable auto-save. But it has one extremely annoying feature: whenever the inbox reloads, say, right after you've mark an email as "unread," the Gmail tab pops to the front of your desktop. Even if you have acrobat running a spec on top of it to hide that very inbox.

That very inbox that my boss had just read. That very inbox my boss had clearly just clicked on the first email in. That very email that had just left me standing here with a tightly balled handful.

"Cindy, can you come in here for a moment?" I'm standing just outside your door, staring at my computer screen.

"Yes..." I meekly step in, putting my hands behind my back, standing in front of you.

"Could you close the door, Cindy?" You nod, directing me, and I turn, softly closing the latch, hidden now behind the frosted glass.

I stand there, panic stricken, the balled panties in my fist, my bra embarrassingly askew under my sweater.

It's not, like, you're not a slave driver. You're awesome, really. I'm constantly badgering you about the most inane details, and you always take my questions seriously. You're a great manager, a leader even. It makes me want to do a better job, because you set that standard. A consummate professional.

And now, well. Now I've let you down. I am, quite clearly, unprofessional.

"Take a seat, Cindy." I lick my lips and sit at the little conference table you have crammed into your office in front of your desk. The whole building is like this, tiny and cramped. Having an enclosed office at all is a pretty high mark. And there's meetings constantly going on in here. That conference table is well used, as cramped as it is.

My hands are under it now, hidden from your view. I loosen my grip, nervously playing with the panties I'm almost positive you know I've taken off.

After a second of quiet, you speak. "Cindy, it's important to have a delineation between our personal and professional lives."

I choke. God, you know. Of course you know, I know you know, you opened that email, you read it. But now, now it's concrete, now it's real. Now, it's like, you've said you know.

"When we're in the workplace, it's important to maintain a level of professionalism not only as a reflection of the organization, but to ensure our actions are considered by others as taken with due technical expertise." You pause and I swallow, my eyes wide, my heart thudding with each beat in my chest.

"Over the past year, I've gotten the impression that, when tasked with something, you genuinely take ownership. You ensure you have not only the necessary level of technical knowledge before you act, but that those actions have the breadth of scope and insight to more than simply react to issues. You're proactive, and you find solutions."

I nod, still toying nervously with the panties under the table. My breathing is shallow, and I'm having trouble processing what you're saying. Are you saying I'm good at my job?

"So when I requested that you remove your underwear, it was my expectation that that request would be met with the same level of professionalism and tenacity as you approach every project."

I stare at you. I try to reassemble the words you just said, but they're coming out as nonsense.

"I presume you've got your panties in hand under the table there?" You nod toward my fidgeting. I pause. "Put your hands on the table, Cindy."

I bite my lip. Did you just say you were the one who sent me that email? The thudding gets louder as I pull my hands out, the teal and black striped, french-cut panties spilling onto the table. I've been emailing with him... with you... for months...

You shake your head, tsking at me. "It's quite plain you're still wearing the bra."

I stare at the panties.

"Let's have it, then." You hold out a hand. I look at your empty palm, then give you the panties. "The bra, Cindy. Where's your head?"

After a pause, I stand up, sliding the chair back. I reach under the front of my sweater, easily pulling the bra down. The tight knit fits snugly around my now-freed breasts as I place the colorful bra with its match.

You turn, unhesitatingly, sliding open a drawer of your "sensitive business" cabinet, the one with the complicated combination lock. You drop the underwear in, behind some file folders. As you do, I spy the bulge in your pants and suddenly realize the blood coursing through me in my panic has been pouring all of its heat in between my thighs.

Almost shakily I finally manage to speak, "I think there's a scoping issue on this task."

I look at me quizzically, shutting the drawer and turning. My eyes flash between yours and the bulge.

I build up courage. "This type of request is, by nature, only the foundational effort for a later..." I don't have the word. "Event?"

You grin. "And what would that be?" My heart races again, but not with panic any more.

My mind reels. From a naughty email on a slow work day to this. I can already feel the wetness. "I'm certain we could make use of this coffee table..."

Once, when we were reviewing a set of drawings, I made a comment to the drafters that they said would take months to implement. Because they're apparently all idiots. So I had them send me the drawings and I made the changes myself, in half an hour. You explained to me calmly about authority and division of labor and overstepping my bounds. You explained the requirements process for drawing changes, about the applicable organizational and industrial specifications and about the management oversight I'd completely ignored. And you said it all as calm as any conversation we'd ever had. But I spent that whole discussion in utter and abject terror solely because of the look that had flashed across your face when I'd first mentioned what I'd done.

That look flashes at me now.

"Cindy, I think there's certainly room for a future evaluation of that proposal, but at this time it wouldn't be appropriate, particularly considering my present assessment of your level of expertise and experience in that field."

"Oh..." I know I've stumbled with that offer. But my aching pussy won't let it go. "Then I'll work up to it." I say, more firm than I feel.

You smile, utterly unsurprised at my eagerness, then glance at the clock on the wall behind me. "I actually have a video conference here in a few minutes."

"I'll be ready whenever you're available." I turn to the door, my heart racing, a grin beaming across my face, my burning wet slit aching for me to sneak it a few soft touches in my cube.

"Oh, no, you'll be staying."

"Am I part of the VC?" I tried to think about real work, but nothing could come to mind except that I had no underwear on and I'd just offered to suck off my boss.

"You'll be under my desk."

And now you've accepted.

"Will I fit?" I bite my lip, stepping up to you. You pull out your chair and motion me down. I smile shyly, bending in.

"Go on, Cindy. Let's get this moving. I have to get this VC going." You pat my butt gently and I feel a soft shiver up my spine with the first truly sexual touch between us.

I can do this. I'll be awesome. I'm always awesome. "Yes, of course." My racing heart doesn't seem quite as certain.

I crawl in and turn. It's hardly roomy, I barely fit. I manage to face you as you sit down, your legs taking up what little space I have to move in as they press around me.

I lick my lips, looking at the bulge between your spread thighs. I reach up, running my hand along it, feeling the hard heat through your slacks.

You type for a minute as my hand traces along your cock. There's no room for my head to fit up there. I can't even open your fly from here. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, and I'm about to ask when I hear that familiar tone. The VC is loaded.

In the apparent guise of adjusting for the camera, you shift your chair down, opening up the gap between the hard stiffness beneath my hand and the underside of your desk. My fingers delicately find their way to the tab of your zipper now, and I work it down slowly and silently. The front of your boxers are just a loose opening, and your thick cock is already pressing out of it.

I push up the waist of your boxers and pants, slipping the hole over the head of your cock. It pushes out, free, and my hand closes around you as your salty scent fills the space under the desk.

I pull you toward me, bringing my head up between your thighs, drawing my hair to one side. With your cock drawn down, I slip my lips around it, slowly pressing it into my mouth.

Hot and hard, it fits in there about as well as I fit under the desk, and I sloppily pull back with a soft noise. You cough, covering for my carelessness.

This isn't going quite as well as I'd hoped. But I can figure it out. I'll just try again.

"Just a moment, I seem to be having a problem with my audio." You say, and I pause as you slip down, out of your chair. The speakers are plugged into the computer, both of which which are on your desk. But they can't see that. They can't see you pull a handful of zip-ties from a drawer, putting a pair loosely like bracelets around both of my wrists, either. They're tight enough that they can't slip over my hands, but only just. Not even snug.

You guide my hands behind my back, and I let you in under your desk. My breath catches as your body presses against mine, the warmth between my legs intensifying as your arms wrap around me. "No hands." You whisper before pulling away. I look up at you as you slide back into your chair, keeping your stiff cock well hidden from the camera.

"That should do it." You say, sliding your legs around me again as I realize why you embraced me. The zip-ties around my wrist are now connected by a third attached to some part of the underside of your desk.

No hands. You've made sure of that.

Your cock is pointed much too straight up for me to be able to just wrap my mouth around it from under here. There's no way I can even get to it, especially tied to the back of the space under the desk. I kiss softly at the base of your shaft, hoping you'll get the message.

You do, and your hand slides down between your legs, tilting your cock to my face. I hurriedly slide my mouth around it, and as I do, you press into me, sliding deeper under your desk, your cock shoving almost roughly into my throat.

I gag, and try to pull off again, but my head strikes roughly against the drawer. My heart jumps as I realize not only am I pinned under the desk, but now I'm pinned onto your cock. I try twisting off, but can't. The only direction my head can go is down.

Too turned on to panic, I go the only way I can. I push your cock deep into my throat, then pull back, my head bumping against the desk well before I'm near pulling off. I push in again, faster, deeper, and again, until my lips are touching your slacks. I push in again, my face striking roughly against you, my free breasts jostling in my sweater with the abruptness of each shove. I pump again and again and my neck is already sore and it's so hot under there, but I can't stop because every pump against your cock sends a sensation through me almost like it was driving into my burning wet pussy. But no matter how fast I keep pounding against you, I can't get myself off, and my pussy aches for more and more.

I feel your cock tighten and tense, but I can't stop, I want it inside me, I need it inside me. My pussy is screaming for it to slam into me, rough and hard and brutally. The faster I slide my face into you, the worse I need it. The more my breasts shake, my nipples sliding, tickling along the inside of my sweater, the more intense the electric shock becomes that I get with every thrust.

You cum in my throat as I press down deeply onto you, the hotness pouring into me. Without missing a beat I pull up again as spurts continue to shoot out, and then push back down. Up and down, and I can feel you slowly softening in my mouth, the last drops of your salty cum dribbling across my tongue as you soften just so much that my face is finally freed from captivity. I gasp for a lungful of the musky air.

Your cock seems sated for now, but my heart is still racing, my pussy still burning for more. I struggle gently against my bonds, feeling out with my fingers, finding that you've hooked me to some bracket for the drawer. I need so badly to reach down there, to be sated as I've sated you, but I can't, which makes my need ever greater.

I sigh softly.

You nudge me with your toe. I'm making too much noise. I bite my lip, looking up at your crotch, your cock soft now, hanging gently out of your fly. I will it to grow, imagining it shoving into me. A tiny dribble of cum is threatening to spoil your pants. I lean in, lapping it up gingerly, my pussy aching as your flavor fills my mouth again.

You reach down, swatting me away, tucking yourself in quickly and closing your fly. I pout, ashamed. I've clearly not impressed you.

A moment passes as you talk, but I can't remove the image of your cock from my mind. It's shoving into my mouth again, only this time, when it pulls out, you flip me on my back. You lift my legs wide, pressing it slowly against my aching pussy. I moan softly as you enter me, your wetted cock sliding easily into my even wetter pussy. I exhale as you pull back, then cry out in a quiet squeal as you thrust in. Then another thrust. And another.

You nudge me with your foot again, more roughly this time. I'm making too much noise.

You slide back, bringing your feet together in front of me, popping off your shoes. Your plain black socks slide up my smooth leg. As you push the hem of my skirt up my thighs, I adjust, letting you expose me while you talk.

You aren't just trying to sneak a peak, though. I realize what you're really aiming for as one soft set of toes slides up along the inside of my thigh. I pull my knees apart, and you find what you're looking for.

Your toes are not your fingers, but you clearly know what to do. Your firm but gentle touch finds my hungry slit, and I can't help but press against you, my heart racing.

I bite my lip, struggling for silence as your toes find my clit, your foot gyrating ever so softly against it. Your cock comes back to my mind, and I want it again, I need it now.

Your toes aren't enough. I quickly realize they won't be enough. As you draw circles into me, you only heighten my unquenchable thirst. My spine tingles with every motion, but I realize those tingles will never become waves.

I'm in agony. My body is coursing with pleasure, and every drop you send into me aches as I know I won't make it to where I need to go.

But I can't stop pressing into you, the burning in the muscles of my legs as I grind against your foot is nothing compared to the burning in my pussy, and I keep grinding, hoping I can make it. But when your foot pulls away, I realize your VC is done, and I whimper. So close, and yet so far.

"Fuck me..." I say softly. "Fuck me now, right now." You lean in, grabbing your shoes, barely glancing at me as I beg. "I need your cock, I need it so badly."

You look down at your feet, tying your shoes.

"Please." I whisper.

"Cindy, you had everything you needed at the start. If you hadn't wasted it so early on, you would probably be much more satisfied with where you ended up." You give me a plain look, a blank look, as though I weren't screaming deep inside for you to ravage me.




Email from Cindy's Box #06



I don't know what to do.

"If you're unwilling to plan strategically to take best advantage of the opportunities I provide to you, I don't know what more I can do." You stand. The opportunity I'd squandered down my throat disappears from view. My pussy aches for that opportunity to come back. Any opportunity. "I'll be back shortly. I trust you'll wait here?" You step off.

Shortly? You'll be back shortly? With me so unbearably hungry for you, you'll be back shortly? Leaving me unable to even satisfy myself?

I hear your door open and you walk out. I whimper, feeling nothing but the pounding between my thighs. A moment later, I hear footsteps approach the door, then come in.

I panic, the handful of heartbeats since you left too few for you to have gotten wherever you were headed and back. I fear whoever this is will find me here. I squirm, trying to get my skirt to slide down my thighs, but failing. With my legs together, they'll see nothing, but my skirt is still hiked up far enough to make it clear what's going on. Not to mention being tied to the underside of your desk! I press back, realizing I'm only half hoping to be overlooked, the other half desperately hoping to be caught, desperately hoping for whoever catches me to realize what an opportunity they have.

Feet come in front of me, stopping. My heart skips a beat before I realize they're yours. You bend down, frowning at me.

"I really shouldn't leave you like this. What if someone comes in?" I smile at you, safe, hopeful, and I relax, uncurling from deep under the desk, letting my legs slide out in front of me. You smile back, reaching to grab the hem of my skirt, gently tugging it down.

You pull it into place, but then don't stop. Before I realize you're pulling it down my legs, you've pulled it off me entirely. I look up at you, confused, my bald slit more exposed than ever as you set the skirt on your chair.

"What are you doing?" I whisper, panic creeping into my voice as your hands come to my sides.

"Trust me." You say softly, assuringly. There's really nothing I can do to stop you as you pull my sweater up over my breasts, then tug it roughly over my head. You push it back behind me, down my arms, leaving me completely naked except for my slim black heels, and I guess the sweater, now shoved back to my zip-tied wrists. You smile at my bare breasts, leaning in to give my large, dark, hard nipple a teasingly, achingly, painfully unsatisfying kiss as I begin to fear I'll leave a wet spot on your floor.

You pull away and I let out a quiet squeak. You press a finger to your lips, shushing me. I pout at you, puppy dog eyed, as your feet leave. I hear your cabinet, and realize you're tossing my skirt in with my underwear.

"That'll do for now." You say, shoving the drawer closed and spinning the lock before leaving. Even if I could escape from under the desk, I couldn't get my skirt or underwear back now.

I curl back up, shrinking into your desk as best I can, hoping that I won't get caught almost as much as I hope that I will.

With every passing set of footsteps, I tense up, my heart pounds, my pussy aches. A few people walk by, talking loudly, so close I fear they'll walk right in the room and around your desk and find me, naked save my heels, practically dripping wet for want of a cock.

Then someone does. A janitor, with his cart, comes rumbling down, collecting trash. I hear him several offices away. I know he'll come in here, but I don't see your garbage. I pray that it's near the door. I pray that it isn't.

He stops, and the hairs on the back of my neck can feel that he's right there as he steps in the room. I can hear his breath, and hold mine for fear he'll hear it. My pussy screams at me to cry out, to beg him to fuck me, maybe even free me after. But he empties your can, staying out of sight, and I'm safe. His cart rumbles off to the next space. Likely my cube.

My screensaver has probably locked my desktop by now. If only it had done so before you'd walked by.

I thank god that it hadn't.

More footsteps, more thudding heartbeats, more burning wetness.

Then a set come in your door, stepping swiftly and unhesitatingly around your desk. I half expect it's you, and half expect I'm about to be discovered by someone just dropping off the mail. A pair of slacks that are clearly not your slacks lands heavily in the chair in front of me.

I hold my breath once more, willing my heart to stop as it races in my chest. Whoever he is, he hasn't seen me, he didn't look under the desk, he just fell casually into the low chair, sliding forward just far enough not to find me with his feet. He doesn't even seem to know I'm there.

His hands fall to his lap and only now do I notice his plainly visible stiffness. His fingers slide down his fly and he works his hard cock out, hooking his thumb over the base and bending it toward me as he slides the chair gently in, his legs pressing around my bound, naked body.

Of course he knows I'm there.

I bite my lip, exhaling, my hot breath falling on the hard flesh in front of me. You sent him here.

I realize even if you hadn't, even if he'd just sat down there and whipped it out to jack off under your desk, I'd barely be able to hold myself back. I'm eying the cock in front of me with more hunger than I've ever felt, my pussy still aching to be pleased.

I press my lips onto it, opening my mouth and taking it in. I slide down slowly, then bounce back up, then down further. And again, my tongue slipping along his shaft every time I draw back. He hasn't pushed the chair in as far as you did, and I can pull off freely each time, catching my breath, a trail of slobber stretching between my lips and the tip each time I do.

I press in again, my face touching his hand. He's still holding his cock for me, and I grind in, the head pressing deep into my throat, my lips against his fingers. I'm doing it right this time.

"Fuck, she's awesome, she really works here?" He says. You're here with him.

I pull off, gasping softly for air. "I work for Matt." I say from under the desk, my lips closing back onto the head of his cock, my tongue flitting around it as I pause there briefly before pressing in and pulling off again.

"We're redefining the divisions of responsibility within our group." You say from the other side of the room.

He pushes back, rolling away from me. I can see him now, he's younger than you. He's looking worriedly at the door, his stiff cock sticking out of his slacks, wet with my spit.

"Why don't we get you out of there," He glances again at the door as he rolls back up to me, pulling open drawers. He slips out of the chair, a pair of scissors in one hand, and climbs down, reaching around me. He finds the ziptie holding my arms to the desk and snips it, both hands falling quickly down, blood rushing into my arms. I hadn't even realized the circulation had been cut off.

He shoves the sweater off my hands, standing up, his cock sticking out straight in front of me as I crawl out from under the desk.

"What do you want to do with this?" He holds it out and you come over, taking it.

"Cindy, get the door, would you?" You step to your cabinet again, fiddling with the lock.

I peek over the desk at the open door. No one's there. I look up at you, and you nod meaningfully toward it, pulling the drawer open and tossing in the sweater.

I stand up, hurrying across the room, my bare breasts jostling as I move. My naked body framed by the door of your office, you slam your drawer and I jump, startled. I hurriedly press the door shut, then turn the latch as you spin your lock secure.

"What now?" I ask, standing naked before you both.

"Time for a reward commensurate with the quality of your work." You say, holding up a ziptie.

Fearfully, I lick my lips, hoping I get put under the desk facing the other way this time. You pull the chairs away from your conference table and place a hand on my bare ass, pushing me gently toward it as your fingers tighten to squeeze my ass, sending shivers into my already electrified pussy.

I step up to it and look back, my gaze following you as you walk around the table. "Lean over here." You reach out, taking my hands as I bend my knees slightly and lay my stomach on the conference table, my bare breasts pressing against the place I sat down my notes just this morning at our weekly team meeting.

You pull my arms down, brusquely, bending them under the table. As you do, I drag across the surface, my thighs shoving into the opposite side.

"Not so rough..." I whimper, and you shake your head, frowning.

"I bet you'll be saying that again in a minute here." With a zip my hands are tied to the metal support bracket under the table. You look up at your friend, who's been watching with a smile. I glance over to see his hand gently sliding along his cock. "Would you care to let Cindy see her work through to completion?" You nod down to me, bound once more.

"Hate to see a job left unfinished!" He grins, stepping quickly around your desk, pausing only briefly to let his his hands softly squeeze my bare ass as he rounds the table to step up beside you. You move out of the way and his stiff cock pops up in my face once more.

I tilt my head up, looking at him almost shyly, licking my lips. I can do this. I stretch forward, kissing the head of his cock as he steps in slightly. I open my lips and press onto it, my tongue whisking around the shaft as it slides easily in. I can barely maneuver, pulling my head back and pressing it forward again, his cock sliding in and out of me as I do. His hips gyrate as I press in, drilling into me with his hard cock, his rough pubic hair pressing against my face as I feel him pressing deeper and deeper into my throat.

Then your hands are on my ass. You're behind me now. Your fingers spread my cheeks, working their way down, spreading my lips apart with a wet sucking noise. I pull back the same time your friend's hips do, and the head of his cock makes it all the way out to the front of my mouth for once just as your thumb presses gently into me.

I shudder, letting out a soft cry as I suck gently at the head of the cock in front of me, the thumb behind me caressing my insides with soft circles. I flit my tongue on his head and he shoves in deeper once more.

As he pumps less and less gently in and out, I have to struggle to pay enough attention to keep my tongue massaging his quickly moving shaft. With your thumb slipping up and down my wet slit, I whimper against the cock in my mouth that is possibly the only thing preventing me from moaning far too loudly.

Then your thumbs spread my lips again and I feel the head of your cock press softly against my wet, throbbing pussy. It pushes in roughly, dry, deeper than you should have with the first thrust, and it feels massive inside my pulsing, tightening pussy. I moan again around the cock in my mouth as you slide in and out, deeper with each thrust, until you're thudding against my hips as roughly and as evenly as your friend is sliding in and out of my mouth. I can feel those waves of pleasure crashing into me now, faster, stronger, harder than ever, the tingling of my spine ringing in my ears as your rhythms crush me between you both.

"Jesus fuck this is awesome." He says, drawing out to let my tongue flicker haphazardly around the head of his cock. I can barely manage to focus on it with my building orgasm.

"She's a fast learner." You say, shoving deep into me, then pausing. I'm so close, so terribly, frightfully, painfully close. It's all I can do not to scream at you for stopping, all I can do not to cry out in pleasure now that his cock isn't gagging my throat. "But she's too close to an orgasm." You draw out quickly, the sudden emptiness in my pussy felt all the way up my spine, my orgasm washing away the instant before it arrives. I ache for you to shove into me again, I yearn for it, I reach out with my legs to draw you in, but you've already moved and I whimper, finding nothing but empty air behind me.

"Trading places?" Your friend says, his cock now pulling out of my mouth, leaving me totally empty.

"As long as she doesn't cum." I open my eyes to find you in front of me, your stiff cock shining with my own juices. My pussy tightens at the sight of it, and I ache to have it in me once more. "Let's have this done properly, now." You say, stepping toward me, the head of your cock closing in on my face.

I look up at you, biting my lip. I can do this. God, at this point, nothing could keep me away from that cock.

I glance down at it, the task before me. With my mind in its state and my neck already sore from working, it's a big task, but, like they say, one bite at a time. I open my mouth, looking back up at you as I stretch out to close my lips around the head, sucking gently at the juices covering it. My juices. I feel a shiver having your cock in me once more, it feels so good, and only my poor, lonely pussy has any complaints.

I flit my tongue across the tip, my mouth gently pressing onto it, and off again, my eyes locked on yours. I feel the first waves coming back, but as much as sucking your cock gets me off, those waves won't crash over to an orgasm without more.

"I was just balls deep in you, Cindy, I think we can pick up the pace here." You say plainly, and I nod, your cock bobbing with my head.

I swallow, breaking my eyes from yours, and stretch once more, tilting down as I slide my mouth around your cock. You press into me as I do, your cock sliding all the way into my throat in a single motion, my face jammed against your body. I struggle not to gag, my tongue whipping around the shaft as I pull back, drawing my head away.

With the tip reaching my mouth once more, I smile around your head as your friend's hands pry my cheeks roughly apart behind me. His unexpected touch sends a shock up my spine, a wonderful shock full of the promise of pushing me over that edge.

"Cindy, you're doing so well. Don't let any distractions impact the quality of your work." I look up at you, still smiling, then shove down again, your cock pressing into my throat, trying to ignore the hands kneading softly at me, powerfully quickening the pace of my once more growing pleasure.

"No orgasms, eh?" He says behind me as my neck strains to slide along your shaft.

"I think not."

"Then this should be fine..." I try to ignore him as his hands tug at my body, shifting me back on the table. You step forward, keeping your cock deep inside my mouth as I pump my neck up and down it.

Then, suddenly, I freeze, eyes stretched wide with realization as I feel the tip of his cock sliding up along my crack.

Near panic, I managing to start moving again, sliding along your shaft as he starts to press his roughly into me. I whimper, my neck so sore from working, the pain of him entering me shooting up my spine, giving the waves of my building pleasure sharp, tortuous peaks.

It feels as though his cock is twice as large as it felt in my mouth, and I can tell he's barely pushed it into me. He pulls out, then shoves again, deeper, and I cry out, the sound garbled as I keep working at your cock.

I'm aching, and in pain, but god I need it so much, so badly, I was so close, I can't stop. I arch my neck, hoping to drive your cock all the way down to my pussy, and the pain of his cock inside my ass is merely a shadow to my ache for it to be driving into my other hole alongside yours.

With another rough, agonizing shove into me, I feel his cock throb, and a subtle, tickling pressure of hot goo shooting inside me. Another throb, another tickle, and he starts to draw out of me. Still shooting splashes of heat, first into my crack, then across my cheeks, his cock finally out of me.

"Fuck that was legit." Sore through and through, aching in my muscles nearly as much as I ache for satisfaction, I struggle to keep moving on your cock as I hear your friend's pants zip behind me. "I gotta get back to work, see ya man. And Cindy, you're awesome." He roughly smacks my ass where he just shot his goo, wiping his hand off on my thigh before his footsteps turn to the door.

"Have a good one." You say. Behind me, I hear the door open, and I squeak, my bare ass and pussy pointed straight at the now open door, your friend's cum slowly dribbling down from one to the other. It thankfully clicks shut a skipped heartbeat later and you put a hand gently on the back of my head. "You have shown spectacular improvement."

You pull softly at my hair, and your cock slides out of my mouth. "I've made a real effort to." I say, meekly, my eyes darting from your eyes to your cock, standing stiffly in front of me and shining with my spit.

"I'm going to cut your hands loose." You reach over to your desk, grabbing the scissors. "I trust you'll show the proper initiative given this privilege?"

I lick my lips, looking up at you. I nod, and you kneel down, reaching under the table. With a snap, my arms are free, and I realize just how sore my shoulders are. My thighs cry out too, plainly bruised from the rough handling, and my neck is aching and weak from pumping on cock. But my task is not complete.

As you stand, I reach forward, my freed hands quickly closing around the spit-slick shaft in front of me. Without pausing their slide up and down it, I pull myself up, climbing over the table and down in front of you, the cum rubbing off my ass onto my plain black heels as I kneel down.

I look up to your eyes as I close my mouth around your shaft again, letting go with my hands as I slide my head onto you once more. You step back, sliding out of me, placing your hand under my chin.

"I was thinking of something else entirely." You lift gently, guiding me onto the conference table as I stand. Sitting on the edge of the table, you lift my knees, rolling me onto my back, legs spread, your cock achingly close.

"You've definitely shown just how hard you're willing to work today, Cindy." You say, wrapping your hands around my thighs, inching ever closer to me.

"You can always trust me to be on top of it when it gets hard." I smile up at you, biting my lip.

"That was cheesy." You smirk.

"Just fuck me, Matt." I smile back.

"I suppose you've earned it." You shrug, shifting your hips forward, deftly guiding your cock into my wet, waiting pussy, instantly eliciting a long, soft sigh from me.

"Oh, Matt..." I murmur as you press your spit-slick cock fully into me, then draw back out painfully slowly.

"What was that?" You say, pausing, your cock teasingly just touching my hole.

I grin up at you, "Oh Matt, fuck me, fuck me now!" I say, just quiet enough that no one might hear, although I fear I've easily given myself away already.

"You'll have to do better than that." You slide slowly back into me, filling my hungry little pussy with your cock, and filling my entire body with pleasure.

"Fuck me Matt!" I shout, maybe loud enough for people just outside your office to hear, if it's not already too noisy out there.

You slide out, and press in a little faster this time. I moan softly, and you slam into me again. Another moan, another hard thrust. Your pace quickens, your hands digging at my thighs, drawing my hips off the table as you ram into me again and again. I can't help but let out a quick, shuddering squeal as your cock hammers in and out of me.

"Oh, Matt, I'm so close..." I gasp, gripping the side of the table as your pounding skids me back.

You slam deep into me and I feel your cock throbbing, heat now filling me as you come haltingly to a stop, grinding your cock hard, deep inside me. As your cum pours into me in fireworks, it pushes me finally over that edge, a crick working up every vertebrae of my spine as I let out a hollow gasp, my legs pressing tightly around you.

As wonderful as it is brief, the peak passes, and my muscles sigh in relief, their tension washing away. I realize I'm breathing deeply, gasping for air as much as I had been for pleasure, and you let go of my legs, dropping me half onto the floor and half onto the table. You step back, your cock half limp, shining with its mix of our juices.




Email from Cindy's Box #06



I look longingly at it, the wonderful thing that I've been aching for all day, and slide down in front of you, my hands on my knees as my mouth closes around it. I grin, looking up at you as I suck off the thick, salty taste, a final dribble of cum escaping the tip as I draw back. I press in again, and again, until you're clean enough to button back up.

You nod down at me, tucking yourself in as I stay knelt in front of you, pressing my thighs together, trying to keep from letting your cum make a mess on your floor.

I watch you step around the table, around your desk, taking a seat in your chair, unlocking your far-too-long-ignored computer. I lick my lips, watching you skim your inbox.

I stand, awkwardly. "Um..." I say softly.

"That'll be all, Cindy." You glance briefly to the door, then back to your computer. "You're welcome to take the remainder of the day off if you feel it necessary." You pause, looking dourly at something on the computer. You start to type something, glancing a brief look of annoyance at me, seemingly from my continued presence. "I'll ensure your timesheet appropriately reflects lost hours."

My heart sinks. All this, and you'll ensure my timesheet will reflect lost hours? "But..." I mutter, naked, cum dripping from every opening, all but still shaking from that orgasm. "My clothes..." It's all I can think to say.

"Don't you have that raincoat in your cube?" You swat at the air, waving me away like a mosquito, still not looking away from the screen. "That'll be all." You repeat, definitively.

"Yes, of course." I whisper, meekly, turning to leave. I pause, my fingers on the knob, then turn it, peering around the edge as I pull it open.

No one there.

A long hall runs straight down from the front of my cube to the elevators. Your office is only a few feet from safety, but those few feet pass not only that hallway, but another that crosses it. And I can't even see that way from here.

My heart racing, I step out in the hall, my eyes focused toward the elevator. No one still.

I peer around the corner, down the crossing hall.

Eric!

He's talking to Steve, just outside his cube. His back is to me, and Steve can't see this way from where he sits. The hall is empty after that.

I look back, and the elevator lights up. I panic, jumping across to my cube, loudly jamming my knee on my short filing cabinet as I dart behind my wall.

Pain shooting up my leg, Eric heard my cursing, "Cindy, you're back!"

My eyes go wide. I grab at my coat hanging on a hook from the top of my cube wall. The neck snags, and I panickedly reach up, fighting the loop, managing to free the coat and hastily shove my arms into the sleeves. I turn my back the instant before Eric comes up.

"Cindy, did you hear? Matt's been boning some girl for, like, an hour!" He whispers behind me as I whip the front of the coat closed, covering my nakedness.

Ya, I heard. "No, I," I hold the jacket tight, but there's no way I can manage to close the buttons without exposing a great deal of flesh. "I just got back from lunch."

My heart thuds as I feel wetness creeping down my thigh, "Well, she was practically howling about it, ha!" He closes his eyes, jokingly, his voice still a whisper, "Oh, Matt, Oh, Oh! Fuck me Matt! Haha!" He snorts. "It was great!"

"And this conversation doesn't strike you as inappropriate for the workplace for any reason?" I mutter, turning to my computer, trying to casually rub away the drip between my thighs as I do. I jiggle the mouse, quickly slipping jacket buttons together as the screen turns on.

"Did you see anyone it coulda been when you came in?" Eric asks as I unlock my computer. Nine emails. Work ones, that is. I'll check the other ones once Eric's gone.

"Nah." I skim my inbox. Nothing important. "Hey, I gotta be out the rest of the day, can you take care of things if anyone needs me?" I look back at him, my jacket now secured.

"Ya, sure." He nods. "Have a good one."

"Thanks." He steps off. After a pause, I alt+tab over to IE and open up my inbox. You've already sent me an email. I bite my lip, heart beating as I read it, but there's no way I can say no. I won't be doing this out of fear, or shame, or greed for sleeping my way to the top. No, I can't say no to that because, god, I just want to do it so bad.

I close IE and set my machine to shutdown, turning back toward the elevators. I stop at your office and lean in the door.

"Just to be clear, you want only those two items tomorrow?" I raise my eyebrows at the only.

After a pause, you look up. "In addition to the minimal external items you have now, as you deem necessary, of course, but yes." You nod once, turning back to the screen. I bite my lip, stepping out.

This is totally doable, I think to myself as I head to the elevator. Riding the train in with just a matching bra and panties on under my coat'll be a breeze after riding home in just the coat.



Email from Cindy's Box #07



Urgency always comes in false starts. Whenever there's a crisis, it seems like we rush and rush to take action, and then we sit and wait in tedium for everyone else in the world to catch up. So when a crisis fell in my lap on a Monday afternoon as I was trying to get out the door, I decided to take advantage of the long lulls between me fixing everything to catch up on some naughty emails.

That was a terrible idea. Me, alone in my little cube in that big, empty office, waiting for a phone call from the other side of the country, reading about the wild things Sierra did today. It's easy to see how I was a little distracted when the call came in and the problem was all cleared up and I finally got to go home.

I know it's cliche as an orange cat, but I really hate Mondays. I love my job, it's not like I dread the dull drugery of cubicle life or anything. The issue I have is that it always seems like no one anywhere actually works on Mondays. Except for me.

I mean, okay, obviously people work on Mondays. I imagine most people do, really. But, sometimes, between people coming in late or leaving early or what have you, it seems like Monday is just significantly less busy. The office feels empty most of the day, there's less urgent-turn-around work. Even the trains are less busy.

And when I have the dubious honor of staying late in the day on Monday for an urgent item, the trains are almost empty. So much the better for my distractions, I guess.

This morning, like most Mondays, the train was pretty un-crowded. I hate being in the packed cars, the rush hour cars, so I always make the trek down to the end of the station to climb into the last cars, the half-empty ones. They're never like the sardine cans up at the front, my body crammed against a hundred others. I don't know why, but every station is designed with the stairs all packed in by the head of the train, so everyone gets in there. Even when it's busy, there's always empty seats in the back, because of all the stupid people piling in up front.

In the mornings, I come in early enough and live far enough out that there's only two or three people in there when I get on. Usually the same early-risers every day. You get to recognize these people you don't even know, the close-shaved guy who always wears a tie, the guy who never wears a tie and always needs a shave. The girl who always wears that poofy jacket.

I guess I'm the girl who wears the ugly long black raincoat. They made us buy them for our uniforms in school, and it grew on me, ugly as it is. It's warm and big. So big I could go naked under it, which I've never done, no matter how much all my male former classmates begged. Not that I haven't thought about it more than I ought to.

The best part about it is the pockets. All my pretty coats have fake pockets or tiny pockets, but this is military style, so it has deep pockets. It even has the kind of pockets that let me reach inside to get at my pants pockets. You know, if girls pants had any pockets to speak of. And if I wasn't actually wearing a skirt. Kinda like pocket pockets. Like in coveralls.

Of course, after a day like today, with a nice long lull of just a wonderfully awful story about how Sierra went for a run with Ted and Ethan while I was cooped up in a cubicle, well, my brain is almost teasingly suggesting that I hike up my skirt under the long jacket and take proper advantage of my pocket pockets. I can't say I'm rejecting the idea outright, either, as I climb into the otherwise vacant, rear-most train car.

Sierra hadn't meant it to end up the way it did. Well, that seemed to be the way it went, at least. When Ted said Ethan was joining their run this morning, she'd decided against the skimpy short shorts she always wore to turn on Ted. She went back to her nice, conservative sweats. The ones she wore before Ted started running with her. But Ted would have none of that, and when she'd warned she'd be showing off quite a lot for Ethan, Ted just grinned and said "Good."

I could hardly blame her for taking the not-so-subtle cue and leaving her panties behind, too.

I jump as the doors open at the next stop. I realize I'd been spacing out, thinking of this girl I'd never met, my own body substituted for hers in my mind as Ted sneakily slipped the shorts off her butt right as she knocked on Ethan's front door, baring her tight little ass to the world. She slipped it back on before getting caught, but that couldn't stop the two guys from oogling her butt moments later when she climbed up into the truck in those skimpy running shorts. In my real world, no one gets on at this stop, of course, and I let my mind wander back to Sierra.

Her ride to the park was some fun, in and of itself. Nothing like her ride home later, for sure. Ted's hand sat casually on her bare thigh, her squeezed in-between the two of them. I can even picture her sneaking sidelong glances at the plain erections in both mens' running shorts. Two tents, pitched for her.

They made it to the park without too much more to note. Sierra followed Ethan out the driver's side, just to give him a look down the ample cleavage in her tight tank top, her only attire besides the shoes, socks and shorts. As they stretched, Ethan couldn't take his eyes off her, and I'm certain Ted noticed it. Sierra, judging by Ted's hint this morning, didn't hold back at letting them both sneak peeks.

I bite my lip, wrigling in my seat as I come up to another stop. Okay, if there's no one here either, I'm doing it. I'm hiking up the skirt. The door opens, chimes, pauses, shuts with a hiss.

I said I'd do it, so I'll do it. Only as good as my word, right? I lift my butt off the seat, reaching down past the bottom of my rain coat and grabbing the edge of my skirt. I tug it up and quickly push the coat back in place as I sit down.

I did it. I'm actually sitting on the train with my skirt hiked up around my waist. Sure, even if someone was here, they'd have no idea, but, now, if I want to, I can just reach into that pocket pocket and slide my fingers along my pink cotton panties...

They started running next. Down the main path, not through the woods yet. That comes later. She's the one who brought it up, about the shorts. She told Ethan she was planning on wearing sweats, but Ted likes her shorts so much, he convinced her to wear them. Ted said he just wanted to make her show off. Ethan said the shorts are certainly worth showing off, as he ran along behind her.

That's when it really started. Well, that's when the next bit started. Sierra asked Ted what was so exciting about the boring old shorts, and he said the shorts themselves weren't quite exactly what he was looking at. So she hooked her thumbs in the back of her shorts, slipping them down as she jogged along, giving Ethan a full view of the taut, smooth buns they were really looking at.

Another stop, and my car is still empty. I slide a hand into the side of my coat, around the crumpled mess of my skirt, finding my bare thigh. I slide my fingers along, their touch sending a tingle into me as I make it to the soft cloth between my thighs. I can see her as she ran through the park, two guys with obvious erections running along with her. I see when the bikers came up, passing, Sierra trying to cover herself up, Ted grabbing her hand, leaving her exposed as they pass. I sigh softly as my fingers run ever so gently along my burning hot slit, teasing myself through the thin cloth, aching for more.

The train stops, the door hisses open, but no one's going to get on. My mind is on Sierra and the shorts.

Ethan had asked to see more, and Ted had no problem with that. Sierra's a beautiful girl, and the prospect of seeing her bare it all right there in the park was incredible. Even when it was just the two of them, he'd never gotten her to go this far. But Sierra wanted a trade. They'd get to see more when she got to.

Ted hadn't even hesitated, tugging down the front of his shorts, his stiff cock swaying just out of beat with his running as he hooked the loose waistband under his balls. Sierra grinned, grasping at it, slowing down to a walk. It's Ethan's turn, she said, falling between the two of them, sliding her hand along Ted's shaft.

I hear a newspaper crack, and my eyes open wide, my hand whipping out from my pocket pocket. Some old guy is sitting on the other side of the train, facing away from me, reading a paper. Has he seen me? I can't tell.

I'm slouching in my seat, my legs are spread wider than they ought to be. I realize my breathing is unmistakably unsteady. And deep. Maybe I looked asleep. Good thing he hadn't come over to wake me.

And they just walked along, Sierra's ass totally exposed as she stroked Ted, both of them trying to convince Ethan to let her handle him, too.

I bite my lip, sliding my hand back into my coat, keeping my eye on the old guy. I hold back a sigh as my fingertips make contact with damp cotton. I need it so bad. As soon as he's gone, if there's no one else on, I have to take off the panties.

Ethan looked down the path. Empty. He looked behind them. Empty, too. So he did it, pulling up a leg of his shorts, awkwardly snaking his hard cock down and around. The loose pant leg easily shifted over, and his stuck straight out. Sierra giggled, grinning, grasping on. One cock in each hand, she stroked them slowly. Then she spotted an opening. A side trail took off there. Through the woods.

She let go of both of them and drew her hands to the hem of her top. They'd get to see all they wanted, she said, but only if they could keep up! She tugged the tank top over her head, tossing it at Ethan and darting into the trees, at first fixing her shorts back into place just so she could sprint faster, then tugging them into a tight wedgie to show off her ass. Laughing, she looked back. Ted had slipped his shorts back up, but the head of his cock still peaked out the waistband. Ethan was far too stiff to snake his back up that leg hole, and it bounced along as he ran. He was quite plainly not carrying her top, and she bit her lip, the knowledge that she was already past the point of no return, topless in the park with no way to re-dress, only heightening her willingness to take this even futher. She picked up her pace.

Her heart was racing, but hardly from the running. She couldn't believe this had gone so far, she couldn't believe Ted was letting it keep going. She couldn't beleive how much it was all turning her on.

I let out a studdering sigh, far too loud. I open my eyes, locking onto the old guy's spot, but he's gone, newspaper and all. How many stops has it been? I sit upright, scanning the front of the car, breathing more deeply than I ought to. He's definitely gone. No one else is on. Now I have to do it. That was the deal.

I slouch back down, pulling up the bottom of my coat. I grasp the sides of my panties, slipping them quickly off my butt as I lift up, then they're down my legs, and I'm lifting my knees as I tug them around my light brown heels. They tangle with the straps and I notice the train slowing. It's another stop.

My heart skips, and I snap upright in my seat, yanking my coat into place, my underwear still looped around one foot. The door hisses open. The door hisses closed. I'm still alone.

I reach down, struggle off the panties, balling the not-so-surpriingly damp cloth and stuffing it in my coat pocket.

Back to Sierra.

She was running along a path through the thicker part of the park, the hiking trails. And she was topless. I can picture it, running topless through the park. The only thing she's wearing is a pair of skimpy short shorts. Just the thought of doing what she's doing is enough to slide my hand back inside my coat, between my legs, to the bare, smooth-shaven lips between my thighs.

I slide a finger along my slippery, wet slit, letting out a sigh, alone and uncaring in the empty train car.

Ted and Ethan had caught up to her, easily, and Ted had stopped her, dropping his shorts right then and there. She turned to him and grabbed his cock in her hand, biting her lip as she kissed Ted. She bent down, her ass raised pointedly, invitingly, almsot pleadingly at Ethan as her mouth closed around Ted's cock.

Ted told Ethan that that sure looked like an invitation him, and Ethan hooked a single finger into the back of her shorts, running it down between her cheeks, tugging the shorts out of her crack as she let a very enjoyable sigh slip around Ted's cock. His finger made contact with her wet slit as the shorts dropped down her legs.

I press my finger inside me, right there, on the train, and it feels so wonderful. It slips out again, and now two press into me as I gasp, my knees pressed up against the seatback in front of me, my jacket falling away, baring skin all the way up to my hips.

"I don't usually see this much of you." My heart stops, and I rip my hand out from between my legs, sitting upright in an instant, my reshuffled jacket splitting far enough up my bare thigh to clearly show not just my still-displaced skirt, but my plain lack of panties.

"Ahh..." I mumble, looking over at the guy sitting across the aisle, wiping my shaky hand on the seat beside me. "Ah fuck..." I try to swallow. Oh god, I know him. He's the tie guy. I see him every fucking day. And he just saw me... "Ah fuck..." I'm screaming in panic in my head, but my whole body feels fumbling and frozen as he smiles levelly at me, not a smirk or a grin, just the friendly, casual smile he always has for everyone. Amiable.

"I'm sorry, I mean, I just don't usually see you on the way back." He almost looks pained, apologetic. "I was just, I mean, I guess I don't see this much of you either... Although, that's hardly a complaint..."

I manage to swallow, my thighs aching, my feet unable to just sit properly on the floor. "How long?" I whisper.

"Oh, I've been on a while." He says, still casual, "I got on the same time as another fellow, he sat up front, with the newspaper?" A level smile.

I sit, trying to stay still, painfully aware of my near-nudity, the bunched-up skirt feeling obvious now under the jacket, my illusion of secrecy shattered. Not that he'd need to see the buldge to know just how bared I was. "Oh god... " I shudder, realizing why my feet seem so fumbling and uncooperative. My panties are still around my ankles.

"I imagine you stayed late today?" He pauses, but I don't respond, yet he goes on, still casual, like he finds a half-naked girl fingering herself on the train every day. "I can understand, long day at the office, need a little relief, empty train car..." Another pause. I can't believe he's still talking about this. "I'd be more than happy to give you a hand." I look at him, my embarrasment now competing with my shock. "Or a cock, as the case may be."

"Oh god no..." My eyes are panicky, but I can't help but see it. Sierra and Ted and Ethan. And Ethan was behind her, her pussy bared, naked save for the shoes, the shorts now lost to the high branch Ethan had tossed them on. A minute ago I was aching for that. Fuck, I'm still aching for that. I look at him again, biting my lip. It was never a competition; embarrasment and shock were never even in the running against lust.

"I mean, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend." Apologetic again. Pained. "I'm very deft with my tongue, I'd be more than happy to help in any way I can."

I stare almost blankly at eyes full of nothing but earnest and eager helpfullness. And dear god, I want it.

"I..." I start, but he shakes his head.

"Say no more. I'll get off here and catch the next train." He stands up, the train slowing, and grabs a rail. "I'm sorry to bother you."

"No, wait!" I grab his arm, finally noticing the obvious buldge in his pants. I look up at him. "Yes." I say. "In the tunnel." It's a long break between stops. I just hope it'll be long enough.

This time, he grins. "I'm Tate." He holds out a hand. I take it lightly, shaking. The door hisses open.

"Cindy."

"And I don't think we should wait." He smiles.

Neither do I. I lick my lips, glancing past him as the door closes and we leave yet another station with no new passengers. Darkness is soon rushing past the window once more.

"Okay." I whisper. The next stop is close to the last one, and it's the last really big one before the tunnel. If anyone'll get on, it'll be there. "If the next stop is empty."

"If the next stop is empty." The train is already slowing again, with a familiar click, click, click. The doors open to a bright terminal, normal busy and bustling. I can't tear my eyes from his, but we both know. It's vacant now. The doors hiss closed. We're still alone.

"Well, Cindy," He comes up beside me, gently pulling my knees toward the aisle. I turn in my seat and he deftly untangles my panties from my shoes, tossing the tiny cloth down the train car. With a glance, I can see it laying in empty space in front of the doors, the pink painfully obvious against the black non-skid. I lick my lips, biting them as he spreads my legs, baring my wet, hungry slit, already aching for his touch. "It's wonderful to finally say hello."

His face presses in-between my thighs, his tongue is gentle and tantalizingly slow as its tip traces along my already wet lips. I let out a soft sigh, and my mind flashes back to Sierra.

Ted was about to burst as he pulled out of her mouth. She knew that was his signal, so her hands pumped hastily at the cock in front of her, dropping out of Ethan's grasp as she fell to her knees in front of her man, Ethan's still-throbbing cock slipping out of her tight slit.

Tate's tongue works ever deeper into me, tracing every fold of my aching pussy lips as I will him to dive harder, faster, deeper into me, and I can picture Sierra on her knees, naked in the forest, almost giggling as Ted shot onto her face. She turned to Ethan's cock, shining with her juices, her mouth closing around it. He was about to burst, too.

"Holy fuck!" Someone said. Was that what they said? Someone behind Ted? When they got caught?

That wasn't how it happened.

"Feel free to tell me to stop, if you like." Ethan said that? No, Tate. Tate just said that, right now. I open my eyes. Two faces are peering over me as I lay back on the seat. Neither of them is Tate.

"Oh god..." I barely manage to speak as Tate's tongue continues to press in and out of my tight pussy. I try to jump up, but Tate holds me in place, and I hastily try to tug my skirt and jacket down over his head, as if I could possibly cover up. I mutter again, "Oh god...", but not of surprise this time as Tate's pace quickens, as if mocking my modesty.

"Hey, cutie, you should suck my cock while he does that." It's one of the guys above me, but all I can see is Sierra. She had had Ethan in her mouth when they'd gotten caught, and pulled off him to smile at the onlookers. One hand was waving, and the other was stroking Ethan. He finished across her face right then, globs of goo covering her big, friendly grin while complete strangers watched her pump him dry.

"Shut the fuck up, Jose," The other newcomer spoke up in my reality.

But now I can barely notice anything except the fact that Tate is between my legs. He slips a finger into me, tugging his head out of my skirt as he presses it deeper and deeper into me with each thrust, quickly picking up the pace. 

"Sorry, Cindy, but that last stop, well, that one wasn't empty." Tate's smirk shines with my juices. I didn't even notice we'd stopped. "What do you say to our friend here, though? Maybe if the next stop is?"

I didn't even know where we were, but even as striken with terror as I was, I couldn't keep my eyes wide enough to look anything but, well, literally ecstatic.

"Well?" Two fingers suddenly join the other and I jump, gasping a sharp, shuddering breath in. I can see Sierra's smile.




Email from Cindy's Box #07



"I..." Is all I can manage, my chest heaving in rhythm with the thrusts. I bite my lip, looking up at Jose, trying to calm my body enough to speak, enough to let my eyes focus on him. "If... if it's empty..." I sigh.

If Sierra could do it...

Tate's pace slackens, two fingers now goading me along just enough to get my hips grinding against his hand. I push up in the seat, more just to position better against him than to see out of the train. After a not-so-quiet moment of my muttered enthusiasm, and what I can only imagine is the mind-boggling shock, and now bated breath, of the two newcomers, the train starts to slow.

The doors whish open. I blink. Empty. In an instant, I recognize it enough to know there's two more until the tunnel. Before the doors even click into the full open position, Tate gently presses on my chest and I fall back on the seat, his hands slipping my jacket and skirt out of the way. My hungry pussy is bared easily within view of the platform, his not-quite-sufficient fingers still sliding in and out of it. As his mouth closes around my clit once more, I let out a cry, and the doors hiss closed, my voice undoubtedly echoing throughout the station.

"Aw fuck yes!" Jose has already climbed over the seat, squeezing into the narrow leg space. He had hastily opened his fly as we came to the empty station, and has now negotiated his cock out of his boxers. It flops out above me, smacking me fully in the face. "Aw crap, sorry, I..."

I ignore him, twisting in the seat, opening my mouth, sliding it awkwardly around his cock.

And god does it feel good.

I try to speak, muffled by his. Pulling off briefly, I look down at the face between my legs. "Three..." I whisper with a smile, and Tate's eyes smile back up at me.

Suddenly the fingers that had pressed so shockingly into me return, shoving out and in almost too roughly as I try to let out a cry. My hips buck gently against him, my face already back on Jose's cock, as deep as I can get it, jerking off of him again just as quickly. I whimper as stabs of pleasure shoot up my spine, and thrust my neck as hard as I can against Jose, trying to match pace with the fingers pounding into me, their rapid beat a snail's pace compared to Tate's tongue flitting across my clit.

As I ram the cock roughly down my throat once more, Jose grabs my forehead, pulling me off him entirely just in time for his warm, thick cum to start falling in little bursts across my face. I close my eyes against it, but am utterly unable to close my mouth as I cry out another wonderful whimper of ecstacy for Tate, who never misses a beat. Stringy goo dribbles across my cheek, across my eyes, across my open lips, dangling down into my gaping mouth.

"Be a shame to make a mess of that nice jacket..." The third guy says. I feel his hands on my chest, one casually pressed against a breast as the other fumbles with my buttons. I squint through a stringy strand of Jose's cum as I smile up at the third guy, pushing his hand away from the buttons and guiding it to my other breast.

I quickly start to open the front of my jacket while my breasts are massaged roughly through it. Tate glances up, taking his free hand to the bottom-most tangled mess of my jacket, undoing a few buttons before I meet him there. His other hand pulls out of me as he steps back, standing. I sit up, shuffling my arms out of the jacket and letting it fall, squinting up at him, my skirt still bunched up around my waist.

"Damn." Tate says, his eyes scanning my body, as though for the first time. "Why do you hide under that jacket?"

"Why do you hide under these pants?" I grin, reaching forward and pulling down Tate's fly. He swiftly undoes his belt, dropping his slacks and boxers, his stiff cock springing out in front of me. "I want it in me." My voice is as serious as my stare as I look up at him through my faceful of Jose's cum.

"I sense another empty station coming up." He smiles down at me.

"Now." I lean back, spreading my thighs, my aching pussy spliting with a wet smack.

"No, you should turn around." Tate says, bending over and easily lifting me up from the seat by my waist, his cock brushing so tantalizingly against my lips as he spins me. I bend forward, my hands on the seat now, my ass pointed at him. He tugs my skirt down, the tight waist popping quickly over my ass before falling to my ankles. I step out of it and he grabs it, tossing it down the train car, where I'm certain it lands beside my panties. His hands pull apart my cheeks as his thumbs find their way to the waiting wetness between.

"You should suck me now." The third guy, still in the seat behind mine.

"Okay." I grin, my eyes rolling, uncontrolled, as Tate's cock presses into me just as I tried to look at the guy who's cock I'd agreed to suck. Tate pushes so gently at first, then deeper and faster with each stroke, and I collapse onto my elbows. For a fleeting second I realize I haven't even seen this third guy's face, but Tate quickly overwhelms any conscious thought. I almost entirely forget about Jose's friend until I feel his fingers grasp my hair, tugging gently up. I open my eyes, but see nothing. I push feebly off the seat, pulling up as Tate's hips start hitting me hard. I let out another soft cry.

My third cock of the evening is ready and waiting, his hand guiding the stiff shaft sticking out of his fly toward me. Is he sitting in the seat? Is he standing in the aisle? I don't even care, I just push my open mouth against it as the hand on my head shoves me onto him. He presses in as deeply as it will go, then off again. His fingers pull just barely too hard at my hair.

I need that help, though, if I'm to do anything for him, with Tate shoving into me so hard again and again. I just let him almost painfully guide my head much too quickly along his cock, my neck stinging from the strain even through the ecstacy.

"Fu-uck..." Tate pulls out of me, quickly, and I feel the emptiness shoot through me. I slip off the cock in my mouth, spinning out of his grip on my hair and falling to my knees in front of Tate. "I'm sorry, I just, I didn't want to cum inside you just then." He licks his lips, and I lick mine, smiling up at him just as the train stutters to a stop.

The doors slide open. No one. It's the last one before the tunnel. I missed another one. I almost care whether that one had anyone there. I almost care enough to even look if anyone else got on. "Looks like this station's empty. That means you've got to cum inside me." This time I get to push him gently back. He half stumbles into the seat across the narrow aisle, my mouth chasing his cock, closing around the slippery shaft. Slippery with my juices. I bob my head on it, as fast as I was just made to bob on another cock. Faster, adrenaline hiding the soreness in my neck.

"Not fucking fair." I hear behind me, cock number three. "Don't I get to cum?"

I pull off with a messy slurp, looking back over my shoulder, lifting it up to meet my chin with a smirk. "Okay." I shrug. "Fuck me."

"Fuck yes!" I hear behind me as my head turns back to Tate, my eyes grinning up at him as my lips close back around his hard, wet cock.

I push down again, taking up that same vigor, as the third guy instantly drops onto the floor, lifting my leg to awkwardly shove under me. I feel him shuffle until his cock pushes against my lips, sliding smoothly into me as my breath catches and my pace on Tate's cock falters. It feels so incredible, both of them in me at once, my hips grinding on the cock below me, my mouth pounding at the one in front of me.

"Well, I'm taking that ass." Jose says, and I feel him sidle up behind me now, his rough fingers rubbing at my last remaining hole. "If you don't mind?"

He massages me in heavy circles, the uncomfortable pleasure mixing both with the cock I'm grinding my hips against and the cock I'm bobbing my head up and down on. I pull off with another sloppy slurp, "Okay." I say, biting my lip as I look up at Tate. I tilt my head back down, shoving back onto his cock as I feel the head of one more pressing against me.

"Fuck yes." Jose says, reaching around swipe a glob of his cum still stuck to my cheek. I feel him rub it, now cold, onto the hot hole that the tip of his cock is pressing against, and I feel his finger push in, shoving into the tight space. I wince, faltering again on Tate's cock.

The next shove is harder, painful, more than a wince. My eyes tighten as my cheeks do, Jose's cock roughly shoving into me, too deep, too fast. The pain shoots up me and I press in, hard against Tate, his cock pressing deeper than ever as it muffles my pained whimpers.

Jose pulls back, shoving back in again, as roughly and painfully as the first thrust. My body shakes as he does, and I've stopped grinding on the cock below me entirely, jerking Tate's cock heavily out and back into my throat. Suddenly I feel Tate throb inside me, but I can't even move against Jose shoving into me a third time. Cum pours down my throat.

With another rough thrust, Jose reaches in front of me, grabbing my breast through my blouse. He tugs at the cloth, a button popping off, lost forever on the floor of the train. Afraid for one of my favorite shirts, I try to regain composure, try to focus, try to stop my gagged, silent screaming.

As I do, I realize Tate's cum and my drool are dribbling down my mouth. I close my eyes tightly against Jose as I try to swallow, try to suck up the oozing mess escaping me as Tate shoots his final spurts. I smack at Jose's hand as another button is lost to the train, and reach my fingers under me, slurping off Tate's quickly softening cock as I gasp for breath and begin to hastily unbutton my shirt.

Before I realize it, I'm grinding ever so gently into Jose's thrusts, the cock inside me turning the sharp pain of each hard jab into shocks up my spine, and I can't tell whether I'm in agony or ecstacy.

As my last button comes loose, Jose yanks the shirt back, my arms coming with it, his cock not missing a beat as it slams into my ass again and again. He reaches around me, shoving my bra up, and I wince for a whole new reason this time as first the bra scrapes across my sensitive nipples, and then his fingers close tightly on them.

"Oh fuck..." I try to whisper and realize I'm shouting, I'm been shouting, crying out as two cocks fill me. Jose shoves hard and deep into me, grunting, his hands painfully tight on my breasts, and I feel heat filling me as he grinds roughly against me, his cock shooting deep inside my ass.

I whimper, almost shaking, as I realize my pussy is tightening, spasming around the cock below me, Jose's quickly softening cock sliping out of me, splattering one last spray onto my back. The absence of his sharp spikes on each wave of my ecstacy turns those burned nerves into intensely pleasurable waves of relief. I cry out, sharply, an orgasm running through me as I grind stutteringly on the one cock left in me. The third guy.

I stop, lifting a leg, slipping off the still hard cock. "So not fair!" He says, lifting up on his elbows.

"I can't..." I bite my lip, looking at it. "I can't handle any more..."

He glares at me, but Jose, his cock tucked away, kicks his leg. "Shut the fuck up, she said she was done. Besides, I bet we're almost across the water, we gotta get out up here."

"Aw, fuck." He says, standing, starting down the aisle, struggling to put away his cock. "Sorry." He stumbles, catching himself on a seatback, "I didn't mean..."

"No, wait." I stand, wavering slightly, speeding down the aisle after him as I strip off my bra, wrapping it around the third guy's neck to stop him just as the train comes to the station. I grab his still-free cock, falling to my knees and sliding my head onto it, my eyes on his.

"Oh fuck, I gotta..." I can already feel it swelling. "Oh fuck..."

I pull off, my hand beating rapidly on his shaft, "You want to be the only one to cum on my tits?" I grin, the doors hissing open. I don't even check if it's empty.

"Fu-u-uck!" He whimpers, worriedly, Jose already out the door.

"Get the fuck out here." Jose grabs his shoulders, pulling him out the door, slipping him from my grasp.

Without a thought, I dive after him on my knees, already in front of him while he's still stumbling to keep upright. I grasp his cock again, right there, fully in the open at the station, my knees on the cold concrete, my bare nipples hardening in the cold night air as I start stroking. Of course, I don't care about the cold, because I know they'll have something to warm them up shortly.

"Fuck..." He mutters, as the cock in my hand suddenly shoots, spraying my face with the first shot, the next across my chest, pouring out, trickling onto my breasts as I push them under it, then slowing to a stop. I suck briefly at the string of goo dangling down from the tip to my left nipple, which is already appreciative of the warmpth. 

I rock back, the string running down my chin to the globs he left across my chest, the shutting doors bumping against my ankles as I snap them in after me.

"Oh my god!" I look back at Tate, suddenly beaming, laughing, drenched in cum. "I have never, ever, ever, ever done this!"

"Neither have I." While I was out, he's buttoned back up, tucked his cock away, straightened his tie.

"That was..." I sigh softly, looking down at the rough non-skid surrounding me, trying to gather my mind back up. "This was all so incredible..."

"I get that a lot." Tate smirks, and I grin at him, shaking my head.

"I mean, I have never..." I look up at him as he stands, stepping into the aisle. "I've never even been with more than one guy..."

"Neither have I." He picks up his jacket, briefly examining it. He frowns, folding it over.

"I came so good on his cock..." I bit my lip, trying to recall, but regreting it instantly as my hips involuntarily grind against the bare non-skid, "Oh my gosh, I can't even remember his name!"

"Jose?" Tate suggests off-handedly, stepping toward me.

"No, the other guy..." I laugh, "Wow! I honestly can't even remember his face! And I'm just covered in yours and Jose's and his... stuff!" I giggle, scooping off a dribble of the nameless, faceless, unknown guy's cum from my chest as Tate comes up to me. He smiles. "What?" I look up, quizzically.

"It's getting late. I'm certain it's chilly out." He says in his 'amiable' voice. I look behind me. I'd just taken off my bra and put it... I put it around faceless guy's neck, is where I put it.

"Where did you kick my skirt?" I'm suddenly very appropriately concerned about the upcoming stop. I try to stand, but with my adrenaline rush petering out, I can't seem to manage it. I try draging myself up a pole, and slide down it with a sigh.

"I left it right beneath you." Tate bends down, grasping my wrist, easily hauling me upright. My eyes go wide as he holds back a smirk. 

"Oh fuck..." I say, my previous ecstacy dissappearing in a heartbeat as I stand there, naked save for my shoes, covered in cum. "You didn't let them... You couldn't!"

"You needed a new jacket, anyways. That one was just awful on you." Tate holds out his thick, black, wool coat. "It was much too warm for me to wear all this today, I shouldn't even have brought it in." He holds it out to me. "I must have brought it for you."

"This..." I look at the thick fabric, the sharp cut, the rich lining. The style neutral enough to look pretty classy on me, if a hair big. "This is a very expensive coat." I say.

"This is your very expensive coat." He smiles, stepping up to me, wrapping it over my shoulders. It's about long enough, but it's definitely not a long coat. It barely hides my bare ass beneath it. People might actually think I'm wearing a short skirt under it. A very, very short skirt. At least they'll think I'm wearing a skirt. "I'm sure dry cleaning can take care of..." He pauses as I reach my hands up the middle, pulling the front closed. "Well, you know." He smiles at me.

"Thank you." I smile back. The train stops. His eyes dart to the door behind me, but I just look at him. Sierra's wild morning got me into this wild evening, and now I know exactly what she'd do with the little time left. At least, I know what I want to do. And I know she'd never object.

"It's a good thing, too," He looks back at me as the doors close and we're still alone. "That other jacket really was just awful."

With one hand holding the jacket around me from the inside, I step closer to him, sliding my other hand down the front of his slacks. He came only moments ago, that sloppy mess I almost made, but I can feel him quickly stiffening under my touch.

"Isn't your stop next?" He murmurs as I slip his fly down and tug his boxers out of the way, freeing the hard shaft inside.

"Two more." I close my fingers around him. "What do you wanna bet they're empty, too?"

He starts, "There isn't time to-"

"I take birth control, you know." I interrupt. "I honestly don't know anyone who doesn't. Anyone who isn't trying to have a baby, at least."

He tries again, "I don't think-"

"Well, *I* think that we have just enough time for you to fill me up." I smile, dropping my grip on his jacket around me, letting it fall off, leaving me naked in that train car once more. I reach up to his shoulders, pulling him gently down, and he doesn't resist. I guide him to the floor, onto that non-skid in front of the door. Bending over him, my mouth closes on his cock only briefly enough to leave a trail of spit before my naked body crawls up him and I lower my hips to his.

I steady myself on a pole with one hand and guide him inside me with the other. After my last orgasm, I can already feel the next building, easier, quicker, lighter than before, but still wonderfully enjoyable. I slide him in and out of me as my hips pump on his, and his eyes close, his cock thick and hard inside me.

"Oh, god, Tate..." I mutter, tingling already racing through me.

"The train..." He says as it slows again. I don't. It didn't really matter before, it doesn't matter now. I don't even care. All I want now is him, and I want him to cum inside me.

"I don't care, all I want is you..." I shiver slightly as my orgasm hits me, softer than before, but so wonderful, as thick and flavorful as the cock my pussy is tightening around, my hips still grinding slowly against him. I feel that same familiar touch, that soft pressure, that tickle as he cums with me, managing only a few bursts inside me so soon after he filled my throat.

The doors have already closed, we've already left that station, and I look back, non-chalant. No one got on. We're still alone. It's almost a shame. I lean forward, his cock softer but still stiff inside me, stopping before I press my messy self against his still-clean clothes.

"I want to hug you and I want to kiss you, but, well," I smile down at him as I hold myself above his chest, "I'm messy."

"Thanks." Tate smiles back at me and I rock my hips on him gently, grinning as I feel his cock slide in and out ever so slightly.

"It probably is chilly..." I push off with a sigh, barely managing to climb up the side of a seat. I turn around, picking up the very fine coat he'd given me. He playfully squeezes my butt cheek as I bend down, causing me to shudder softly. "Stop, that is very tender just now!" I smirk back at him.

"So this is your stop, then?" He packs himself away as he stands, closing his fly and retucking his shirt once more.

"Yup." I nod, sliding my arms into the jacket and closing the buttons in front of me as the train begins to slow.

"You'll make it home alright?" We stop. The doors hiss open. Empty.

"Yup." I hurry back to my seat, half wondering where exactly it was, spotting it by the conspicuous wet marks on the floor and the gooey globs splattered on the seat. I grab my purse, the only thing Jose and his friend left me, and head back past Tate and out the door.




Email from Cindy's Box #07



"I'll see you bright and early Monday then?"

I beam at him from the platform. "I'll be the girl in the classy jacket."

"What do I get for this station being empty?" He didn't want me to leave as much as I didn't.

I pat up and down his jacket, shaking my head, "I'm sorry, I don't have-" Something's in the inside pocket. I flip open a button, brushing my hand past a sticky nipple with an unintentional giggle. His cell phone! "Well, well... What's your code?"

"Oops!" And now he actually looks embarrased! Me, naked and cum-covered in his coat, and he's embarrased that he forgot his phone. "9831."

I unlock it, quickly texting myself. The chimes ring. The doors are about to close. I toss it in to him, and he catches it easily.

With a hiss, the door is closed, and the train speeds away. The breeze of its motion reminds me that as comfy and cozy as this thick jacket may be, wearing nothing under it is not a good way to stay warm.

I look down the empty station, and feel a tickle on my leg. Unconsciously, I reach down to scratch, and it occurs to me that what's tickling my leg is also still all over my face. Glancing at the stairs, I lift the neck of the jacket, trying to scrape the goop off on the inside of the collar.

My phone chimes. I've just gotten the text I sent from his phone. I pull it from my purse. Oh look, I'd gone and asked myself to send Tate a selfie! 

Well, I'd hate to disappoint.



Email from Cindy's Box #08-01



Now, to get down to writing you a naughty email! What to write, what to write...

Well, to be perfectly honest, I kinda feel like giving someone a blowjob! ^.^

Not, like, a delicate flower kind of "my lips part and your hot, stiff flesh presses into my warm, waiting mouth" but more of a "my head is pounding the length of your cock as fast as I can move, but your fingers curl into my hair, forcing me to go harder, faster, deeper, my throat tightening against your cock as you shove down it" kind of blow job!

But, I'd need a feasible context. Some reason I'm going down on you, and some real good reason I'm going down so hard. And not just because I'm so gosh-darned horny, because, well, that's just a relative constant in Cindy's poor little "I'm too busy to eat/sleep/go on dates" kind of lifestyle... >.

So maybe it's an external factor. Like, we're in a hurry. Maybe we're at work, and someone might come into my office? Or maybe we're at a subway station, and it's just the two of us, and I don't even know you, but I just want it so bad, and I see you every day, and maybe we've exchanged smiles, or even I've flashed you once or twice, on accident at first, then not so accidentally. I know the train is three, maybe four minutes out, and there you are checking me out, so I come up to you and just say it all like "whip it out right the fuck now and I will make you cum before the train does!"

Or maybe we're at the store where you work. A chance meeting, in an empty aisle. Or, even better, somewhere crowded and open, like, I'm walking by the checkout when we run into eachother, and that's when I say it, that's when I press up against you and whisper in your ear, "I am so fucking wet right now, follow me and I'll suck you off" and I just keep walking, not even looking back, because I know you're right behind me, cock already getting stiff in your slacks. I head down a row of board games or something, a hidden corner, someplace I don't hear anyone.

I stop in the middle of the row, spinning and falling right to my knees, and there you are right behind me... no, I stop and you walk into me, my hand strategically placed to catch your cock. I grip it, sliding my fingers up to find your zipper, and down to open it. I tug your cock out over the top of your boxers, and it's already as hard as I knew it'd be.

I pull your hands off my breasts, where, of course, they've already wandered... No, I leave one on my breast, where you've put it up under my shirt, where you'd found absolutely no bra, but I pull the other out from where you put it, inside my skirt, inside my panties, where you found absolutely no hair, and just as much wetness as I'd promised. I pulled it out to let me turn, your other hand still on my breast up the front of my shirt, my hand already stroking along the length of your freed cock.

We're moving too slow! I drop, carelessly letting your hand yank my shirt up, and it flaps over my face. I tug it part way down, leaving my totally bared breasts out, my large, dark nipples stiff between the mix of the cool air conditioning and my mood. My mouth instantly meets your cock as soon as my knees hit the floor, and I force you in, deep down my throat, my salivating mouth a mess of slobber and spit.

How was it supposed to go next? Ah, yes, "my head is pounding the length of your cock as fast as I can move, but your fingers curl into my hair, forcing me to go harder, faster, deeper, my throat tightening against your cock as you shove down it".

Gagging against you, my own hand has already found its way down my skirt where yours had been, and it's racing against my clit, my breasts shaking violently as you jerk my face against your cock until, as suddenly as I'd latched on, you stop, shoving me harder and deeper than ever onto you.

I can't even breath, and the panicky fear makes it feel that much better as my fingers attack my pussy, your cum spurting into my throat, bursting out the end of your pulsating cock. You let out a soft, shuddering breath, then finally let go.

Thinking you're done... no, knowing you're not done, I roll deftly back, letting you burst your last gooey strings of cum across my face.

I grab my shirt, yanking it back down, sucking on the fingers wet with my juices as I smile at you, waggling my eyebrows, your cum dangling from one. You've already tucked yourself away.

A fat lady walks past behind you. I burst out laughing.

"Almost got caught!" I grin, "Good thing you picked up the pace!"

You point up behind me, and I look at the security camera pointing right back at us. I playfully shove you, then turn to it, waving my juicy fingers. I pull a glob of your cum off my face and suck on it, grinning to the camera. As I do, you reach around me and yank my shirt up, baring my tits.

I look aghast at the camera, shoving my shirt back into place, and your hands immediately fall to my skirt, yanking it and my panties down to the floor, baring my clean shaven pussy lips to the camera. I turn around, giving it a view of my tight little butt as I tug the skirt back into place before stepping carefully out of the panties and bending down to pick them up.

I wipe the panties across my eyebrows, getting the gooey glob threatening to drip down. "Did I get it all?" I casually point the little cotton undies toward my face.

"Yes," You lie. No, that's not how it should go. How about: "Nope." You say, honestly.

"Good!" I grin, waggling my eyebrows, setting the panties on a shelf and waving to the camera as I head down the aisle. "Think you'll be able to last until next time we run into each other?" I smile, disappearing around the corner, back to the lines to pay and leave.

"Definitely." You say.

"I hope I can!" I throw back, walking away.



Email from Cindy's Box #08-02



It's actually kinda totally awesome that you wrote me just now, because I had, like, a super long drive earlier this week and, well, like, I was letting my mind wander, and, well, I thought up this kinda fun sequel to the story I sent you before about going down on you in an aisle at your store in front of a security camera.

What, can't a girl have a little fun on a long drive in her fancy new sports car (hush you, a CRZ is *totes* a sports car!)? It was dark out, no one could see what I was doing in there! ^.~

Anywho, you just-so-happening to write gives me a great opportunity to flesh out my sequel idea! Always my favorite way to neglect my real work ^.^ 

It would start the next time I came to see you, like, the *very* next day, or some such. As soon as I walk in front door, the little "shoplifter" sensors go off, buzzing, light blinking. I look quizzically at them, since I obviously am not stealing anything, what with just having walked in. A tall, burly security guard walks out of a door nearby, coming up to me.

"Excuse me, miss, did you set off the alarm?" He says politely, face the usual security-guard-mask-of-sternness.

"Heh, ya, but-" I start, smiling at how silly this is.

"Do you mind letting me look through your purse and turning out your pockets?" He says. Sternly.

"Uh, sure, ya, I mean," I shake my head, pointing to the door, "I'm just coming in, is all, I mean, like, I couldn't have, like stolen anything." I reach into my tight yoga pants, pulling at the slim pockets. Unsurprisingly, they don't seem to be the kind to turn inside out.

"I'm sorry, but store policy is store policy." He says, taking my purse. "When the sensors go off, we have to do a search until we can get you through them, or we've got to call the police."

"Um, okay, right," I look nervously at my purse as he pulls it open, unsure if I took out everything I think I took out. An eyebrow raises. Nope, my vibrator is definitely still in there. "Uh, my pockets don't seem to turn inside out." I swallow, smiling awkwardly as he pulls out the vibrator.

"I don't think you probably stole this from here..." He smirks, waggling it in the air. I glance around, some young guys in the one operating checkout aisle look amused by my situation, but mostly no one is around to notice us. "Do you mind if I simply do a brief frisk, since your pockets won't turn out?" He sets my vibrator and my purse on a shelf behind the "shoplifting" sensor.

"Um, okay, I guess." I shrug. "My pockets really are empty."

"Policy, you understand." He lift my arms up above my head, his large hands roughly patting down under my arms, along my sides, pressing a little too obviously against my breasts.

"This, uh, hardly seems necessary." I mumble. I wore my very most sheer top today with my very most dark black bra under it just to show off for you, and it's the very most clear that that's all that's under my shirt. Heck, you can even make out the details of the little frilly pattern on the bra pretty well, this top is so transparent. Very mostly, at least.

"Policy." He says, hands patting down around my hips, his large fingers reaching around the curve of my ass as he goes. He presses his fingers gently on the inner thigh of my stretchy yoga pants, and I pull my feet apart. I jump slightly as his first pat down between my legs lands completely vertical, his hand pressing unconcernedly up against my smooth little pussy lips through the thin, tight material of the pants. Of course this would happen on a day I came here with the express intent to get you hard by leaving my panties in the car!

Should've left the vibrator there, too. Er, instead, I guess.

He makes his way down one leg, then starts on the other, and I jump a little again as the first squeeze lands oh-so-casually right on my pussy, his fingers digging gently up this time against the increasingly warm space between my thighs. I bite my lip to hold back a soft little sigh that suddenly tries to escape, wondering if he can feel a little dampness down there.

"Alright, you seem clean, go ahead and give it a try." He finishes down my leg and gestures to the door. I pause as the young guys who smirked at me from the register pass by, then I step toward the machine. Almost before I'm even between the sensors they buzz loudly again, the lights flashing.

I glance back at the register, the one customer, an old lady, looking over at me. I smile awkwardly and she looks casually back to the girl behind the register scanning her groceries.

"Hmm, well, try losing the shoes. Sometimes that can be the issue." He says, shrugging.

"I thought, well, since you patted me down and all," I say, stepping out of my shoes, the cold linoleum sending a chill though my bare feet. "I mean, I'm obviously not hiding anything, right?" I step toward the door. The alarm goes off again. I smile awkwardly at the old lady as she walks slowly up, and she shakes her head at me with a grimace of disapproval.

"Sorry, that's not enough, you have to go through without an alarm." He frowns, and I frown back. This is kind of getting annoying. "Well, do you have an underwire, maybe?"

"What?" I look sidelong at him.

"Your bra." He nods at the obvious black fabric showing glaringly through my shirt. "Does it have an underwire? That could be the issue."

"I'm just here to see Phillip! Can't he just vouch for me or something?" I pout.

"Ya, no, he can't." He shakes his head, "Hey, Sarah?" He shouts over to the young girl at the register, now scanning some middle-aged guy's stuff. "Can you call Phil to the entrance?"

"Sure thing." She leans into a microphone. "Floor manager, to the entrance."

"Thanks." He turns back to me. "Off with the bra, miss. Let's just get this done with."

I narrow my eyes at him. His face is still the same, unchanged sternness it's been since he first walked up. I groan. "Ug, fine, whatever." I reach back under my shirt and unhook my bra, reaching into the sleeves of my shirt to pull the straps down my arms. Crossing one arm against my chest, I pull the bra down, eyes flitting gently closed as I suddenly discover how sensitive my nipples are becoming. He reaches out and I let him take it. He bends down briefly, and it and my shoes end up on the shelf with my purse and the still-completely-out-in-the-open vibrator.

I pull my arm forward and look down. Yes, my big, dark, noticeably stiff nipples are very, very visible in very fine detail right through this top. And, no, my arm is not really doing a very good job hiding them, or the fact that I'm no longer wearing a bra. There's only so much practically-bare boob that my little arm can cover up.

I turn to the door, the alarm sounding seemingly as soon as I step toward it. "Fuck!" I blurt, looking angrily back at him, then over to the register, the middle-aged guy briefly smirking at me before turning away, startled by my glare. The two college guys behind him aren't so easily frightened as they giddily gawk away. "Now what?" I growl at the security guard.

"Are there any tags or anything on that shirt?" He says calmly. "Maybe on the pants?"

"What?" I look incredulous. I know I've been to stores in these clothes before. I walked out of a store with these clothes. When I bought them. There's no way there's a security tag on these clothes.

"Hey, what's up? Oh, hey Cindy!" I turn as you walk up behind me from the other side of the door. "What seems to be the issue, Mike?"

"Your girlfriend here keeps tripping the alarm. Maybe a security device on her clothes?"

I look angrily at you. "Phillip, can you make him stop? This is dumb. I'm not stealing anything." You smile apologetically, and suddenly I feel less angry.

"It's just, well," You sigh, "We just did a store-wide inventory and it seems like we've had a pretty bad rash of thefts recently. I just... it's a temporary thing. This policy. Objective quality evidence and all that."

I stare at you. "OQE? You're playing the trust but verify card? Is that what's going on here?" I glare, and you look apologetic. All you can do is shrug.

"He already took my bra. You can..." I start to whisper hoarsely, stopping as the middle-aged guy walks past us, and I swallow, pausing as I eye him eyeing me. "You can really, really see my nipples in this shirt!" I continue.

"Then, well, maybe it won't really be that bad if you have to take it off. Right?" You say, shrugging.

"What?" My eyes widen as I scoff.

"Cindy, just, real quick, just take off the shirt, and, you know, your pants, and then go through the scanner real quick. Then we can confirm there's something on the clothes, we can go deactivate whatever it is and we'll be done. It'll take, like, two minutes. Tops."

I stare at you, eyes wide, mouth agape in a disbelieving half-smile, trying to ignore the tingle trickling its way up my spine as the image of what you're saying pushes into my brain. There's no way you want me to take all my clothes off, right here at the front fricken' door of your store! I turn my shocked look toward the security guard. He just shrugs.

"I'm..." I glance over at the college guys, who are now paying far more attention to me than the poor cashier girl who's just trying to get them to pay for their beer. I lean into you. "I'm not wearing any panties!" I whisper.

"Ya, and she's silky smooth and all lubed up down there, too." The security guard adds. I shoot a shocked look back at him, but his face is stern as ever. I stare at his eyes, arms clutched tight across my chest. Did I catch a smile? "Frisking" my ass... well, my pussy, I guess. Jesus. Is this...

"So, what, like..." I look back to you, the guard's gaffe making me suddenly suspicious. "If I go through again and it buzzes, like, what, policy says I'm subject to a full body cavity search or else you'll call the police, is that it?"

You finally crack. A smile creeps across your face, as much as you are clearly trying to fight it. "Something like that." You shoot a smirk to the security guard, and I turn to catch the wrinkle of a smile around the corner of those stern eyes.

This was all a game from the start! You *do* want me to strip naked right here in the front of your store! I'll walk through the sensors totally naked and it'll still keep on buzzin' and, oh dearie me, poor old you will have no choice but to take me off to the back room and the two of you and the third guy controlling the buzzer will have to poke and prod at every cavity you can find!

Actually, to be honest, at this point, that kinda sounds like a win for me... I shrug, letting the terrible voice in the back of my head win, and grin at you. "Well, store policy is store policy, I guess." I say through an ear-to-ear smirk in my most capitulatory voice. A look over at the guys at the register confirms they're still leering my way. I bite my lip through my smile, giving you a sidelong glance, turning my back to the registers, looking out at the parking lot. A car cruises by outside.

I pull my shirt smoothly up over my head, holding it out to the security guard with one hand, the other placed delicately across my chest. He tosses the shirt over with my purse on the shelf. Glancing behind me, I bend down, pushing my tight pants down my legs, my tight little butt sashaying back and forth as I shove each side down a few inches at a time with my free hand, my naked rear pointing right at the two guys grinning at me. I give them a casual wave over my shoulder as I step out of the pants, bending low to pick them up and hand them, too, to the security guard.

Totally naked now, with one arm across my chest and the other snaking itself between legs, I step forward to be greeted with buzzing and lights. Sounding off a loud, grumbling, exasperated huff, I quickly spin around, throwing my arms up in the air in mock defeat, baring my full, round tits and their large dark nipples, as well as my hungry little snatch, to you and your security guard buddy and the two guys now walking over from the register.

"Very nice!" One of the college guys nods, grinning ear to ear. The other adjusts his pants as they walk by, eyes on me.

"Well, shoot, time for the body cavity search, I guess." I say loudly as they pass slowly by.

"Nice!" The first one says again. I grin at you and your security guard buddy.

"Shall we?" I put my hands on my hips, cocking them to one side, smiling. Your security guard buddy's completely lost his stern mask now, his eyes unashamedly soaking in my nakedness.

You slap a hand on my bare buns, and I jolt with a soft shriek, following you along to the door the security guard originally came out of. A break room, with a couch and a table and some vending machines and some stairs leading up to wherever stairs might go in an otherwise one-story store.

Before the door is even closed behind the two of us, I've got your pants open and your cock out. I drag you brusquely around to shove you backwards onto the couch, climbing hungrily onto you. I shove my knees along either side of your body until I'm in position to slide your stiff cock into my achingly wet pussy. As I press joyfully down, the door opens behind me and I glance back to find the security guard stepping in. Glancing past him, I briefly meet eyes with the girl at the register as the door closes, and she flashes me an incredulous smirk.

"Oh god that feels good..." I sigh as I push you fully into me, my hips already grinding against you.

"Damn, I did all the work here, Phil, and I get the sloppy seconds?" The guard says.

"Do you mind, babe?" You say as I gasp softly, already grinding wonderfully hard against you, your cock feeling incredible as it fills my hungry little slit.

I look back to see the guard standing not too far behind me. I reach out and he steps up, my fingers hooking into the front of his pants. I pull him up, unzipping his pants and snaking out his also-very-stiff cock.

A bite of my lip and a smile up to him and I'm pulling him around next to the couch. I lean down against you until my mouth is level with his cock and I press myself onto him, shoving him just as deep into my throat as your cock is grinding inside my pussy. I try to keep some meager eye contact up with him, but my eyes keep flitting closed with how good this all feels.

 "Jesus, you guys didn't take long!" Another security dude comes down the stairs, but I barely register him between the two cocks already pumping at me.

"Hop on!" You say, your hands reaching around behind me, pulling my ass cheeks apart. With my legs up on either side of you and my chest pressed down to suck the security guard from the front door, I'm in a practically perfect position for him. I almost try to protest, but before I can work up enough energy to pull off of the cock now pounding into my throat, it's all been spent gasping in pleasure. With his fingers wrapped so tight into my hair as he shoves into me, I doubt I could pull of this guy's cock anyway.

I feel a cold wetness against my asshole as he squirts what I hope is lube on me, your hands still spreading my cheeks wide. Fingers work the goo into my tiny little hole as my hips gentle rock back and forth on your cock.

His legs are on the couch behind me as I feel the hot tip of his cock press in. I gag on the cock in my throat, my hips pressing in hard, fearfully against you, your cock as deep as it will go as the third cock pushes into my tight little ass, tighter as I tense up against him. I whimper, my spine starting to catch on fire as I feel my pussy start to pulsate against your cock.

I try to cry out, to gasp, to moan, but between the three cocks now pumping themselves into every hole I've got, I can barely murmur, my body already aching in ecstasy between the three of you as the cock now pumping in and out of my ass finally pushes me over that happy peak.

The cock in my throat shoves in harder and deeper than ever, his rough hairs pressed tight against my lips, my nose shoved painfully into his pelvis, his hand shoving my head hard against him. He lets out a groan and I feel his cum pouring into my throat. A rock of his hips and another deep shove as his cum keeps on shooting into me.

He pulls free and I turn my head, trying not to cough cum all over you as I gag on the sticky goo pouring out from my throat. I swallow painfully, opening my mouth to let out a gasping breath, two cocks still pumping in and out of my already spent body, the peak of my orgasm gone as I begin to desperately wish for the pounding to stop.

Maybe it's my gasping mix of pleasure and pain, maybe it's my tight little butt, but something pushes the guy in my ass over the edge first, and he bursts, pulling back, splattering cum across my back and backside.

"Someone ought to give'er a facial," I look groggily up at the guy whose cum is presently dribbling down the corner of my mouth. "You know, give her at least one thing she can wear out to the car!" He smirks down at me. I try to focus my eyes on him, but your relentless cock makes them flit back into my head as I try.

"Heh." You say, pushing me up. I stumble off the couch onto my knees on the floor. Before I can pull myself upright, your hands are in my hair and your cock is in my face, and the taste of my own pussy is pushing into my lips. "We do have to confiscate potential suspect items, don't we?"

"Store policy is store policy."

I look up at you, less bleary now, your cock pumping in and out of my throat. You pull out as I raise an eyebrow at you and I reach up, licking the savory mix of flavors off my lips as I start to pump at your cock with both hands.

"I suppose you'll be needing to confiscate all of my clothes, won't you?" As I smirk up at you, you burst, and I feel your hot splashes against my face.

"Just the-" You pause, spurting onto my face, "- the pants-", another spurt, "-shirt and-", another, "-bra.-", and I think that's the last of it. You sigh. "You're welcome to wear the shoes and vibrator home." You wipe the tip of your cock across my nose and I look incredulously up at you. "And what you're wearing now, of course." You grin.

"Thanks." I mock my gratitude at your generosity, pulling myself upright with the arm of the couch. "I do need to get back to work, you know."

"I can't imagine anyone would complain if you showed up like that." You grin, and I toss my smirk at you again as I step toward the door.

I flash a smile at the two security guards, "Thanks, boys, that was pretty fun, in the end." I pull the door open, pausing. "Pun not intended, but, in both ends, I guess. Or, um, all three? I dunno." I shrug as I step out, throwing a casual wave at the girl at the register, grabbing my purse and vibrator, tossing my shoes down and stepping into them, and heading out to my car.

I guess I'll be making a short stop home before I go back into the office!



Email from Cindy's Box #09



I'm working late again tonight. Real late. In fact, I'm working so late that I'm in my little cubical on the east coast on a conference call with the west coast, some vendor who's making some widget for us, and *they're* working late to support this call. That's not how time zones are supposed to go!

I tap off mute and say "Are you sure that's right? I thought the purchase order line item was for transient response as well?" They go off on what they think "transient" includes. I tap back on mute and search for the purchase order on my computer.

"Hey babe." You walk into my cube and I look up, surprised.

"Oh, hey, wow, what, uh, what are you..." I saying, look distractedly from my computer to you, then back to my computer, still trying to find that purchase order.

"I know you called off our plans, but, well, I thought I'd bring the fun to you!" You come around up behind my chair as I ignore you, double clicking on yet another pdf that I'm hoping is the right file.

"Ya, I'm really sorry, this call just won't end..." That's not the right file either. You kick the lever on my seat, and I suddenly fall a few inches. I turn my head in surprise and as suddenly find your cock out and hard shoving against my face. "Oh my god, put that away! You're so gonna get caught!" I smirk, slipping you playfully into my mouth and bobbing my head with a grin as I peer through the rest of the files in this folder out of the corner of my eye.

"There's no one here but you and the security guard downstairs." You say as I slip off with a wet slurp.

"A-ha!" I open another pdf. It loads painfully slowly and your cock taps impatiently against the side of my face. I roll my eyes, turning my head, slipping you back in, both eyes still on the screen. It finally loads up and I scroll quickly down to the line item in question. It does include transient loading analysis!

I tap off mute as I pull my mouth off your cock, worriedly hoping that that slurp wasn't too loud. "Hey, that deliverable does include transient loading, it's item 63 of the purchase order, I'm looking right at it."

You grab my head, turning me back to your cock. I roll my eyes again with a grin, slipping back on you. Your hands reach down, unbuttoning my blouse. They say something about procurement specifications and definitions as your fingers work down my front. I pull just barely off your cock, reaching up and stroking your spit-slick shaft as you lean down to undo the last of my buttons and untuck the front of my blouse from my skirt.

"Here, let me bring those up, just a sec." I tap the mute, spinning my chair to face you and pushing my mouth back on your cock. I reach my arms back to pull off my shirt, tossing it on the floor before unhooking my bra. I letting it slip down my arms and onto the floor too, a tingle shooting up my spine as I bare my tits to the empty office, my head bobbing gently on your cock. I reach up, pulling my long black hair out of my face as I pick up my pace with a grin up to you. My perky tits start bouncing in rhythm with my head as you let out a soft happy sigh. I can tell you're already almost there. Being naughty in my office is clearly just as fun for you as I'm quickly finding it to be!

I pull off, reaching up and stroking you just over that edge, and you burst onto my grinning face. I quickly lean my splattered face back, pumping spurt after spurt of your sticky goo onto my bared tits, your translucent white sperm criss-crossing my large dark nipples, splattering down onto the front of my dark skirt.

I grin up at you, licking a trace of your cum off my lips. I waggle my eyebrows and turn back to my computer, looking for that procurement spec. It's in with the purchase order. I pull it up and quickly find the exemption. They're right. Damn. I grab my coffee. Empty.

I look up at you. "Hey, they're gonna hit the budget numbers, and then we're done here. Can you keep an ear out and write them down if they come up? I'm gonna go finish off the coffee pot." I stand, waggling my empty cup at you, my bare, cum-streaked tits jiggling gently as I do.

"Sure thing, babe." You nod, your cock still hanging out of your pants, a little string of cum dangling from it. I bend down in front of you, slipping you half into my mouth and noisily slurping up the last of your tasty goo. I step back, grinning and licking my lips as I look down my front.

"You think I'm properly dressed for the break room?" I run a finger along the edge of my large, dark nipple, shivering enjoyably as I pull a glob of cum up to my mouth. "I think I'm pretty well covered, but maybe I'll just toss this on real quick..." I lean down and grab my shirt. Doing this in my cube is one thing, and a lot more fun than I'd expected, but walking to the break room, well, I'm not so sure about all that!

"I dunno..." You step over to me, snatching the shirt from my hand, your hands falling instantly to my hips. You yank down my cum-splattered skirt and it slips easily over my tight little butt, baring my plain pink cotton panties as it falls to the floor. I jump back with a giggling shriek as you snatch up the skirt.

"Oh my god! Stop! There's no way I'm just going to go wandering around like this! The break room is, like, on the other side of the building!" I grab for my clothes, but you hold them up well out of my reach.

"Go now or I'm taking the panties!" You grin and my eyes go wide. 

"You wouldn't dare!" I scoff, and you lunge. I turn quickly, speeding out of my cube in nothing but my little panties, your cum streaking my chests as I streak through the office, but you're coming right after me! I shriek again as your hand slips into the back of my panties and yanks back, dragging me to a quick, and very uncomfortable, stop. I try to bend my knees and twist to keep you from pulling my panties off, but as I fall to the floor, that just makes it easier for you to pull them down my legs and around my feet. Naked and laughing, I kick at you as you stand, holding my panties in the air, high above the low cubical walls around us and well out of my reach, the cheap carpet rough on my bare skin.

You step backwards grinning, turning and jogging back to the call to obediently jot down the budget figures should they come up, leaving me naked and chuckling after you on the floor, the cum still streaking my face and bare perky breasts the only thing left covering me.

I stand, the empty coffee cup in hand, and head down the hall toward the break room. I can't stop grinning as I walk naked through these halls that I walk through every single day, my bare breasts jiggling lightly with each step, my nipples perky with more than just the chill of the air conditioning.

I step past the elevator, my heart racing as I can almost hear it dinging and imagine someone stepping off it to find me here, to maybe just barely catch my bare buns disappearing into the break room as I race away from the elevator doors crawling open behind me.

I walk into the break room and pour the last half-cup of joe into my mug, tossing the jug into the sink and turning on the water. I shut off the machine and open the fridge, the cool air very noticeable on my wet chest, and even more noticeable on the growing wetness between my thighs. I reach down there, my fingers tracing between my smooth little lips, feeling just how achingly wet I really am. Maybe it's the excitement, but my mind flashes to the wonderful alternative to creamer presently all over me. I close the fridge, and look over by the sink. A spoon! Perfect!

I grab it with my free hand, the other occupied massaging my growingly happy little clitty, and look down. That should be plenty of cream! Leaning against the counter, I scoop a spoonful and stir it into my coffee. I pause as my fingers start to wander further, past my happy little clit, slipping themselves into my as-happy, and very wet, little pussy, my mouth letting out a happy little cry. God, I am totally naked and fingering myself in the fucking break room! And I have cum all over me!

I grin, pulling the spoon out of the coffee. Your cum is still all over it, too. It's not mixing well at all. Meh, I shrug, slipping the spoon in my mouth, letting my eyes go closed as the taste of the coffee mixes with the taste of your semen, my fingers pushing themselves in and out of my burning pussy, my ass wiggling back and forth behind me as I savor the sensations shooting through me.

Sighing happily, I pull the cleaned-off spoon from my tight lips and stand upright, drawing my fingers from my protesting pussy to pick up my mug. I step backwards through the door to the elevators, pushing it open with my bare butt as I distractedly scoop another helping of your cum from my tits. I stir it casually into my coffee as I walk past the elevators and wander naked through my office, grinning like a fool the whole time!

I pull the spoon up to my lips, the sticky goo still stuck on it once more, and I sigh my happy little sigh, enjoying my tasty little treat as I step back into my cube. You're lounging in my chair, half-hard cock still hanging right out of your pants. I look down, scooping another spoonful of your cream from my chest, stirring it into my coffee. You look up at me curiously, amused.

"You know what? We were all out of creamer!" I shrug, very seriously. You grin as I pull the spoon out, showing you the stuck-on cum, and slip it into my mouth. "This is pretty darn tasty, but I generally prefer it fresh." I point the spoon casually at your cock.

"You're welcome to a second helping, babe." You point at your lap and I grin, starting around the little outcropping of cubical desk between us when you stop me with a wave of your hand. "No, you should lean over the desk and do it." You grin, "It'll be more fun!" You push my papers off to the side and I grin back, setting my coffee and spoon on a shelf.

I step over in front of the little cubical desk, looking behind me. If I bend over the desk, my bare ass and achingly wet little pussy will be pointed right out of my cubical. I feel that happy little tingle shoot through me as I lean down across it to you, my nipples grazing the cool surface, "Oh god, I'm getting cum all over it!" I squeak, pressing down against it to get my mouth to reach your lap, my breasts squishing into the surface, slippery with the cum between them and the desktop. You step up, pushing your half-hard cock into my mouth, and I start an awkward bob of my neck at the uncomfortable angle.

I finally start to catch what they're saying on the call. They're starting the wrap up. I pull off your quickly stiffening flesh, looking up, "Did you get the budget figures?"

"Uh, no?" You shrug, pushing your cock impatiently against my lips. I frown, shoving you away and tapping at the mute, still laying across my desk, bare ass pointed right out of my cube.

"Hey guys," I say, straining to reach my mouse and keyboard in my bent over position. I lift one leg onto the desktop and can just reach far enough to work the computer. "I stepped out for coffee for a sec, can we hit the budget figures again real quick? I'm sorry."

They say it's no problem, but I'm keeping them from going home. I pull up the spreadsheet. They start rattling things off, and I start filling in blanks. Looks like we're hitting our expenditure targets for the quarter, that's good news.

I'm so preoccupied filling in the budget line items I don't even notice you swooping in behind me until your hands are on my hips and your hot, hard cock is already pushing into my gaping open pussy from behind. "Oh fuck..." I murmur, my eyes flitting shut as my breath catches in my throat.

"Cindy?" The phone replies. I slap the mute.

"Damn you!" My eyes roll closed as your cock pushes itself fully into my suddenly very happy little pussy. "Oh god..." I murmur again.

I look up, tapping at the mute button and quickly regretting it, my voice cracking each time you thrust into me. "Noth-ing sorry, ju-st a - a stu-pid compu-ter thing. Ca-an you re-repeat tha-at last fi-igure?" I slap the mute, letting out a high-pitched little cry as you start to slap harder and harder into me.

I look up at the computer, tapping in what I think is the figure they just rattled off. I hit the mute. "Got i-it." I bite hard down on my lip to keep from crying out and hit the mute again. "Oh god, harder! Oh fuck yes!" I blurt.

Between sucking you off and my far-too-exciting trip to the break room and the fact that you're pounding me right on my fucking desk, I'm already peaking, my pussy tightening around your cock as an electric shock shoots through my spine. "Oh fuu-uck..." I manage to gasp, every muscle in my body tightening around your cock as my body writhes on my desktop.

"Cindy?" The phone says. I look over at it in a suddenly panicky haze of ecstasy. Definitely still on mute! Oh, right, just need to do wrap up. I hit it, shockwaves starting to course through me. My voice is high, strained, aching desperately to hold it in, "Go-od me-eti-ing! Go-o ho-me!" I slap the speakerphone button, hanging up the call, and cry out again, louder than ever, "Oh fuck yes!" My voice echos lightly in the empty office as your pounding cock pushes my orgasm over the top.

After a brief happy moment of pure tenseness in every muscle of my body, I finally gasp for air, your cock still ramming hard and deep into me, "Oh, fuck, stop, stop... no more..." I whimper, pushing you off me.

"Having fun yet, babe?" You smirk as I lay limply across my desk, still breathing deep, heart rate starting slowly to turn down.

"Shame to waste that nice hard cock," I say, pushing myself off the desk to a mostly upright, if wobbly, stance. I look around, finding my shirt and skirt sitting on the floor. "So, where'd my panties end up?" I step around the desk, picking up my clothes. No bra, either.

"I put them with your bra." You grin. I narrow my eyes at you.

"Hmphf." I snort, pulling on the blouse, buttoning it halfway up in front. "Ya, this isn't gonna work, my nipples are crazy super visible through this. Aaand, now it's all cum-streak-y"

"Good!" You grin, and I roll my eyes, snorting another laugh as I step into my skirt. 

"Well, at least not the shirt matches the skirt's cum-streakiness..." I pull it up and around the right way, tucking the my shirt and starting back in on the buttons.

"No, you should definitely leave it there." You stop me, my blouse still unbuttoned to just below my breasts. I grin, shaking my head incredulously.

"Then you -" I step up to you, "- have to bring this -" I grab your very stiff cock roughly in my hand, "- to the elevator!" I snatch up my purse, stroking you as we walk. We head over to the elevators and tap the button, my wrist still pumping along. I lean down, bent over double, almost spilling out of the almost-entirely-unbuttoned shirt as I slide your hard cock into my mouth, tasting the familiar flavor of my own juices still all over it.

The elevator dings, my ass in the air pointing right at it, your cock in my mouth. You tug at the back of my skirt until I feel your fingers wrap around the bottom hem all the way at the top of the crack of my ass. I wait there, my bare buns and happy little pussy pointing right at anyone who might be on there until the door crawls itself all the way open. My breath catches as I feel that wonderful tingling thrill shoot through me, not knowing for absolute sure what might just be behind me. Grinning, I slip off your cock and stand, turning to the empty elevator, dragging you in after me by your cock as my skirt falls back into place.

I kneel down in the middle of the elevator and you slip yourself back between my lips. I tap the elevator button for the lobby, and start in in earnest, pumping my mouth as hungrily against your cock as it pounded into me.

"Aw, fuck this is good..." You mutter as my head flies back and forth against you. I feel my wide-open top utterly fail to do its job as my breasts bounce free with the wild motion. The elevator slows and dings for the lobby. I can feel your cock burning, tensing, ready to burst in my mouth. I can't stop now!

I keep thrusting at you as the doors to the lobby crawl open, your cock bursting as they move. I slow down, my eyes smiling up at you while I pull back until just your tip sits between my lips, my hands reaching up to stroke your cock as you pump your sperm into me, coating my tongue. I can already feel it sticking to my teeth.

When I finally slip you out of my mouth, the very last of your cum dribbles onto my chin . I stand, tucking my perky tits and their large, dark nipples back into the light top, the nipples still completely visible right through the thin material, which is, of course, streaked with little dark splotches of your cum from earlier, my dark skirt likewise streaked with matching light splotches.

I open my mouth to you, showing you the white cream filling it, and head out across the lobby. I walk past the guard to a "Goodnight Ms. Belle," to which I spin, wave and smile a tight-lipped, sweet smile in reply.

I step quickly out into the cool air before the guard takes a second look, shivering as I find it cooler still without any underwear on. You step out after me and I open those tight lips, showing off my still-full mouth. I close, swallow, and open again to show you it's all gone.

"Good stand in for our previous plans, babe?" You smirk, pointing to your lip, mirroring to me where I've still got that dribble of cum.

"Next time I work late, maybe I won't have to cancel!" I smile back, my tongue reaching out to snatch up your stray drop. I lick my lips and swallow, grinning. "Mmm-mm! Coffee and cum, good to the last drop!"