Did you ever have one of those days where you can never come enough? Well I do and I did yesterday.

There was this angst electricity to my day right from the beginning, from the moment I lifted my head off the pillow. I was in a mood–amped, annoying, that all to familiar feeling of too much energy and absolutely nowhere to place it. Plus I was trapped at work.

What is a girl to do?

I spent a lot of time in bathroom three. In my locker at work I store three little vibrators–I like to be prepared. I stopped by the locker when I first got to work, slipping my lilttle chroma into the back pocket of my jeans, knowing that by the time I was ready to hide away into my favorite bathroom, the heat of my ass cheeks will have warmed up the cold aluminum surface of the toy. I love this sleek quite multi-powered rod.

The first time, I took it slow, lingering, did my usual set up– took my jeans off folded them neatly, placing them on the ugly orange chair, sat down on top of them, propped my feet on the wall, turned the ear buds up, a slink into the chair, tilted my  head back, and road myself to a long solid straight from the core–from the inside out–creamy cum.

The second time I was in more of hurry, I chose the little magic bullet vibe. There is not much this toy. One speed, hard and fast. I was in bathroom three for its intended purpose. I sat there feeling the liquid drain out of me, it feels good to pee. The build up and the release are similar to orgasm. With my pussy open, my pants dropped to my ankles, my pink panties being stretched by my legs– I turned the magic bullet on. Wasting no time I placed the tip of the vibe directly on my clit–I can feel it now–a forced fast come. The kind that strains every muscle in your body, the kind that makes me leak fluids, the kind that make my face contort as images of your cock sliding in and out of my throat flicker past my mental movie screen. I come, I hear my ejaculation trickle into the toilet–I continue, I ride the come and force another one. My feet raise off the floor and my toes twist and my neck tightens–I want to scream bits of joyous anguish–but I must be quiet. I come again—hard hard hard.

When I stand up I am flying, soaring, high, I cannot scrape myself off the ceiling. I wash up–myself, my fingers and the toy and walk out of the bathroom. I notice my neck is stiff and tight from the intense strain I put into coming and I seem to be floating down the long hallway–like I was on roller skates in a dream fog.

By midnight, after having made myself come several times throughout the day, I started on some smut harvesting–which always leads to clip watching and more clip watching. Why the hell did I watch the Kim Kardashian sex tape. Boring.  Although her man did have a beautiful large cock–from what you could see–but he could use some serious pussy worship lessons. That did not last long, but I did, at a very timely manner, get a email clip delivery. Oh so delicious curvy London Andrews, fucking a nice cock with beautiful tits, lovely pussy and dirty filthy mouth.

I took my  time, lay the towel down on the chair, grabbed a few different toys. I needed a fill that the other comes throughout the day did not provide. I needed a fuck. Having watched the few clips prior, I was already nice and slick, ready to go. Fingers sliding around inside of me, sometimes my pussy almost feels like I am feeling it for the first time, the inner walls different at different times. Last night I was open and tight simultaneously as my fingers were being pulled by my pussy I could feel every spasm and pulse allowing me to drift into that space of freedom and release.

Being open and receptive my cunt easily took in the prosthetic cock–but not much, two inches and I wanted to come, a slow drawn come. I allowed myself to do so, while I watched and longed for my own cock to ride. Two inches became three, four. At the point of orgasm my pussy pulled the whole cock in, grabbing like an animal–clutching , clutching, clutching. My thighs jerk and the smile floods my face and body.

I watch the rest of the scene with my thighs splayed and a small pulsing vibe riding on my clit–waiting for the come splatter scene– so I can come again. As it gets closer I grind a bit more on the vibe, turn it up and change the mild pulse to a steady stream. I grind my pussy, rocking steady on top of it–sitting up and directly on it. He pulls his cock out and slides it past her lips. She loves the taste of  her own pussy–I can tell.  When he strokes his own cock I know it’s time, I lean back awaiting the shooting across her tits. I know I have told you how much I love watching a man stroking his cock to cum–I do the come tilt and pelvic thrust and time it with him.

Cum on my tits.

My tongue pops out, as usual, like I am really about to taste come, I imagine your cock sliding in my mashed tits, so willing to taste you, eager to see you shoot –and I watch as he shakes his cock all over her, trying to spray her with his come, then I come and leak onto the towel, and I continue to come feeling myself  drip to my ass.

I am floating on the ceiling again.

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It was an unusually hectic week, so busy that  my mind has only turned to thoughts of fucking with a little help from friends.

I had a quickie bathroom 3 break yesterday–thinking about your tip peeping out from the leg of your boxers. Thinking just how much I would like to make it grow from that state of soft, tender and ready for my mouth–to rock solid. thinking about your smell– the smell of fabric and cock–one of my favorite scents. Drifting–I inhale deeply. You twitch and my lips part in response.

As my mind aimlessly wanders into into images of your cock–ones you have sent, ones I have made up in my mind. I think about being on my knees, between your legs. I love your thighs–I imagine the heat and the strength of them surrounding me, while my mouth begins to understand your cock.

Licking and surrounding your tip with my tongue, my circles elicit pre-cum. Your body slides into the comfort of the action. My slim, yet powerful jimmyjane vibes my pussy out. My cunt is throbbing and my head is pulsing as the blood begins to pound harder in my body. I was in a hurry, but did not want to be.

The thoughts became disjointed the closer I was coming to bringing myself off. Plunging my finger deep into the walls of my pussy, I surround the, pull them in wanting it to be your cock–my cunt creamy and wet.

I was in a hurry or would have slowed myself down at that point, instead I sped the thought process up.

I thought about how  you would taste in my mouth, if there was just a drop forming for me to lick off. Then I was around you, your cock– my mouth being filled. My tongue sliding all over you. You balls filling my mouth, embraced by my tongue–as my hands stroke your curve, locked between your thighs–devouring your cock, fucking my own pussy.

More disjointed thoughts…everything fell away the sounds–the buzz of the florescent lighting–the quite vibe of the new toy—all dissipated to the hum in my head, and you were deep inside my mouth and I came–with a jerk to my body and a small rush of liquid.

image from The Art of Blowjob

Most days at the library are busy enough to keep my pussy on the job, but Saturday’s are a different story.

Friday’s are my day off, usually spend lingering on porn and my pussy, so that by the time I have to work on Saturday I am mellow (from all the cumming) and still horny (Ms. get a little need a lot), wanting to continue the pussy fun I was having the day before. Saturday is also Ass Appreciation day on the tumblr, so a good portion of the morning is spent looking at hot ass. Well a few hours of tumbling ass, with my fingers often finding their way to the junction between my thighs, checking on that sweet slick I have forming is enough to set the stage for a frisky horny Saturday.

Work has a different atmosphere on the weekend, less supervisors and more actual workers. There is actual down time, unlike the week days. Therefore, Saturday is my favorite day to bring the toys to work and spend some quality time in bathroom number three. I can take my time to cum, not like a mid-week rushed bathroom three cum, but a linger day tripping cum. I usually set myself up with a frisky email friend or another to keep me in mood, to play with, to ploy their mind for my cunts sake, to tap into their virtual cock–so I have more of a reason to tease my own pussy.  Sometimes it is more than one cock I like to play with, sometimes two, three and sometimes it is a cock and his pussy. But, this Saturday there was only the one.

He has been inspiring my kitty for quite some time now. He knows how to push my buttons from afar, knows the words to type to make me want more, to make me want to give more, to make me wet.

I started by sharing a shot of my work toys charging on their base (a simple tease), followed by an image of my ass in a pair of soft brown and blue ride between my round ass cheeks lace panties. His response, of course, instantly drove me mad in the best possible of ways. He can get me with just the mere thought of his cock beginning to grow heavy. He makes me beg for it, even only in words, I still beg.  He likes it when a woman begs for his cock.

He asked me to promise (words he doesn’t use to often), so of course I oblige, to think of him while I stoked and cooed the kitty. More precisely he asked that I think about him making me crazy with cock tease, till he bends me over and makes my kitty his. I have on a few, maybe more, occasions fucked myself while thinking about him, but this is the first time I can recall him asking me to think about him while I do so.

It was quite easy, and absolutely a pleasure to keep you in my mind while I took pictures as I brought myself to the edge and then over.

I only use bathroom three to cum in, I have yet to find another suitable location. It is off the path enough to not be noticed, but may heard if I got too loud by a random passerby. I try to keep it as quite as I can, which can actually lead to stronger orgasm, I guess the restraining of my voice and surrounding is released mainly through my pussy rather than my whole being.

I like to wear skirts on Saturday’s so I can easily stroke the kitty throughout the day, by hiking it up each time I make a trip to the bathroom, or to the copy room, or the closed stacks, or the sorting room, or wherever the mood should strike.  When the time comes to actually get in my pussy, I take my skirt off and lay it across the ugly orange vinyl chair provided in each bathroom.

Skirt off, I begin taking a few phone cam shots in the mirror of my body, my ass, my pussy, my hand on my pussy inside my panties. I move to the chair and prop my feet wide on the wall and begin to make my lips pump full of blood. I imagine you watching me, watching how I pet my pussy on top of the lace as I watch you grow heavy in the jeans as you shift around attempting to accommodate the growth of your cock.

I keep the phone cam snapping as I move from fingers to toy and some combination of the two. I am easily aroused and wet already. Drifting–I think about you rubbing your heavy cock. It think about unbuttoning your fly, feeling that curve fill my hands, run my fingers across your root, my tongue licking the fabric of your boxers feeling you twitch, as your lean against the wall watching me work your cock.

Further I sink into the vinyl chair my head tipping and eyes begin that slit. I lift my ass off the chair a bit to pull my wet patch of lace fabric to the side and slide my fingers in. Creamy and smooth–lately I have been more of a soft cream consistency that builds to that slick state. Bringing the soft pink end of my Gigi to my mouth I get it nice and wet, then slip it between my ripe pussy lips–and I my mind ambles into your cock again, rub it on me, on my lips, my cheeks, my tits, my tongue–yes my tongue please-please give me some.

I have stopped taking pictures and am deep in my pussy, my finger fucking deep inside, and the Lelo is vibing my clit out. The friction of your cock against the lace, press into my junction is too much, I need now.  I need to fuck to now. I snap a few more action shots of me fucking and coming close, then let the phone slide away and concentrate on your cock and my cunt and bringing myself to the brink. Soft moans and heavy breath fill the air of bathroom three. I whimper jolt and cum nice solid and hard. That orgasm smile comes to my face, my head spinning and crazy. I love that rush. I take two last pictures–the smile on my face and the cum covering my fingers.

When I have pulled myself together I walk out onto the floor, that post cum smile still  flooding my face, that floating  on a cloud feel, that smell still on my finger and between my legs, my pussy wet being absorbed into the already wet lace panties– then I begin to wonder which one will be able to tell what I just did in bathroom three.

Wearing my smartballs to work all day proved to make me beyond insatiable and crazy. It has made me a very wet kitty.

As I moved, shelved and squatted the balls within the balls rumbled inside me. We were short staffed at the library, which means for me, more reference desk hours than usual, which means more internet access for large blocks of time. I logged on to find a steamy email from a man who fancies the idea of his hand striking my ass as I grab a hold of the shelves while reciting those filthy odes I love so well—“do you need you mouth and cunt and ass fucked like the filthy little slut you are?” Alluding to my ultimate library fantasy, of cock buried in my throat while his hands grip the back of my head–semi hidden from eyes, but not really. Adding to my larger fantasy– he includes another woman and him in between the stacks of books, words, pages–her licking my honey salt pussy and he fucks me from behind as I drip into her mouth, she is drinking all of me in and loving every bit of it. Bit-o-Honey.

As I read the email, I grip up the balls, squeezing them tight. My inner flesh grabbing them like they were a cock. I grind my ass onto the seat pressing my full lips into the cushion. I wiggle my ass a little, crushing my full lips as the balls press into my g-spot filling me up.

Another email, from a friend who would like to bend me over the sorting table, hike and yank my skirt up, his hands discovering my body, my curves—what makes my breath rapid, what makes me pant like an animal, whimper and beg. Reaching between my thighs, kicking my feet apart–his hands searching my ass, my cunt, my slit. Slipping two fingers in he discovers how wet I am, he feels the cord of the smartballs.Pressing his two fingers into my dripping pages, he pulls my head back by my hair and whispers in my ear “what a little slut,” as he yanks the balls out, his words still lingering in my mind, I ooze onto them and into his hands, he lifts the balls to his mouth and licks them clean.

On top of these sweltering emails is the young, too young, boy who has been relentless in his pursuit. While I have been resisting because of our age difference, damn! he is really turning me on. He wants my mouth and lips around his cock, he wants to meet me in a dark spot and get some car cock worship (one of my favorite places). The smutty decadence he delivers to my text message has my box dripping. As I am squatted shelving I feel my phone vibrate, pulling it out to read one of the many texts about his throbbing cock, I spread my legs wide the balls inside drop a bit, and I can easily smell myself, the wetness, the sticky sweet slime leaving it’s traces behind. The physical scent of fuck me–fuck me–fuck me drifts up from my pussy into the air.

I am beyond insatiable now. I am ready to slip away and take my much needed break. I text the young boy back telling him I am about to go stroke my pussy, he asks for pictures. “Sure why not, I love photographing my own antics.” I open then lock the bathroom door behind me. Wash my hands, standing in front of the mirror I unbutton my jeans and slide my fingers into my panties, I smile to myself at how incredibly wet I am. What a wonderful slut. I close my thighs around my finger and hand wiggling them in my tight rainy cunt. I pull out the phone and snap a shot of me in the mirror with my hand down the front of my pants.

I am passionate, ardent, oh so horny. I slip my pants off, folding them and placing them on the chair cushion (yes there is an ugly orange vinyl chair in the bathroom), I sit with my ass at the edge of the chair, my pussy hanging over and my feet propped up on the toilet seat in front of me, knees bent. As I slide my fingers into my panties I snap another shot. Leaning back in the chair I stroke and please with more cadence, It feels good, my pussy so ripe and ready to be fucked, I melt around the idea. Not able to take it any longer I sit up and pull my panties to my knees, when I do this I drip onto the tiled floor below me, I just shake my head at the insatiability of my cunt. The puddle grows larger. I fish out my mini vibe from my jeans pocket, and proceed to stroke and fuck my self in the work bathroom. The hours of emails, texts, smartballs and my own delicious filthy mind have me soaking. Right as I am about to cum, I pull the string on the smartballs, as I pull–I resist with my muscles, like I am trying to keep your cock in me forever…one pops out, pain and pleasure merge, I press the vibe hard on to my clit. Holding it there for a moment, my abs tighten and my pussy clinches around the remaining ball. I let the vibe go and rub my clit and cream with my fingers I pull the second ball out –despite my cunts refusal to let it go–when it pops out I gush and come at the same time, the floor, the seat and my panties soaked. My thighs are shaking and my breath is not mine. The balls are covered in me, my fingers are covered in me. I lift them to my mouth and snap a shot of my fingers sliding down my throat tasting my own.

I sit there a moment–regain my wit. I get up rinse the smartballs off and put them back where they belong. When I go to put my panties on I realize they are too wet to wear so I slide them into my pocket, button my jeans and go back to work satiated and my pussy still full and many ways.