"You can deny it to yourself, but you and I know what's really going through your mind. You want this as much as I do. I am sitting here holding my clit for you, wishing you were here to lick and suck me. I am going to fuck that virgin mouth until I come all over your face. You know this, and I know this. So quit playing stupid games and get that damn hotel room."
This wasn’t happening, a stranger, a guy with tits, was driving me crazy. No women ever got me this turned on without a single touch. I was so close to an orgasm I couldn’t think straight. Another mail message, this one was text with a small image at the end.
"Since you aren't man enough to take the next step, I took it for you. I have booked a room as the Crowne Plaza, down the block from your office. I'll be there tomorrow after lunch. At 1PM go to the front desk and ask for Cassie Gee, I will leave instructions that they should let you up. Whatever you do, do not be late, and do not disappoint me. I can get very bitchy when I someone lets me down."
The mail ended with a large pink lipstick kiss, with a tiny pink cock embossed on the lower lip.
When I changed back to my chat program, CassieG was gone.
She left me sitting in my office, my pants straining with a hard-on, and a stain of precum seeping through the fabric. What do I do now?
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After I wrote this story, I printed my friend a copy and took it to his office. As he read it, he got more and more turned on. By the time I got ready to go, he looked about ready to explode. Another woody staining his pants, I am such a bad girl!
As I walked out, I got on my cell, "Cassie, call him, he is so primed for you right now!" I left with a huge smile, which his receptionist found herself returning. I stopped at her desk and made my own date for later, knowing that two of my friends were going to have their hands full tonight. I am really, really bad!
Love,
Brookell
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