She craved it.
Her fingers quickly filled her cunt and she spent the next half hour pounding herself silly. It felt amazing but she knew she couldn’t cum from that alone. Rather, she did it because she wanted to be able to fist herself one day, She could get in all four fingers and make it past her knuckles, but as never been able to squeeze her thumb in.
Later, she filled her pussy as much as she could with her thumb still hanging out before reaching her other hand down to furiously rub her clit. Her ass clamped down on her plug and she found herself panting at the pleasure. Every time she got close she would stop rubbing and slap her pussy as hard as she could. Slapping didn’t help her stop herself from cumming, it actually brought her more pleasure. She just liked slapping herself that much.
She went on like that before her big finale.
Tracy pounded herself once more before ripping the clamps off her nipples and slapping her pussy as hard as she could. The sound was muffled under her desk and she kept her eyes on her coworkers, driven by her own exhibitionism.
She panted like a dog and pulled her hand out of herself, wiping it on her face. She wanted everyone to be able to smell how horny she was.
With that, she rose and headed towards Jack’s office, tapping on the door.
“Come in.”
She did and closed the door behind her.
Jack almost seemed surprised to see her. Almost. Something told him she wasn’t going to resist his offer.
“Fuck my face.” She demanded.
That threw him for a loop. He figured they would have sex, maybe some hard anal since she liked that. But for her to demand he harshly takes her face, an act that couldn’t bring her physical pleasure, was a shock.
Tracy had also surprised herself. She was normally a bottom. But today, her own need for punishment drove her to demand it.
She fell to her knees and Jack felt trapped in her gaze.
He pulled his belt off and began undoing his pants. He was throbbing already.
Tracy took a deep breath once the hard cock was in her face. It was easily above average. She already knew it would hit the back of her throat. She already wanted it to.
She opened her mouth and closed it around the cock, letting her tongue happily lap at it.
But the hand that appeared on the back of her head reminded her of what she asked for. She wanted her face thoroughly fucked.
The cock slid inside of her mouth with ease. It gave her joy to feel her throat close and panic around the appendage.
Soon enough, the tip was pounding into her throat and a pair of hefty balls slapped her face. She’d always wanted a facefuck session to end with ball marks on her mouth and chin. She wondered if this would be the day.
Her chokes and gags were ignored by Jack and herself. Her own slobber coated the cock and soon it was spread around her lower face. Tracy loved the familiar wetness.
But she needed more. It wasn’t humiliating enough for her.
She lifted her skirt up and pulled her breasts out again, wanting to feel the cool air on such intimate areas. Her fingers tugged at her sore nipples before another hand slipped between her legs.
With that, she was in a daze. The rhythmic pounding of her face accompanied by her own faint breath, plugged hole, and pleasured clit was all she needed.
Tracy was floating in bliss.
She adjusted her legs so that rather than being on her knees, she sat on her toes and had her knees spread wide to show herself off. She needed Jack to know how much she loved this.
“Christ, I had no idea you were such a slut.” He panted, almost struggling to believe it.
Tracy would have giggled at this if she could. It pleased her to know that yet another person knew the truth about her.
As his throbbing cock slid down her throat and shot warm cum inside of her, she was at peace. Finally.
Tracy moaned around the cock and held it there for as long as Jack would allow her.
Still, she hadn’t cum. But she also didn’t plan to.
“Thanks, Jack.” She stood, adjusted her clothes, and left.
Jack was a bit lost and out of breath. “A-Anytime.”
Tracy packed up her things, turned off her computer, and left. Thankfully there was a vibrator in the glovebox of her car and she planned to sit on it for her commute. Perhaps, if she was lucky, she would cum later that night or the next day. But not now. She was riding the high of humiliation. A high she couldn’t let go.