Anne’s next day at work

Anne’s mind raced the next day work at the hospital all she could think about was the black sex toys she ordered her new fetish of being stretched as her mind wandered incessantly as she sat at her desk in the hospital, the sterile white walls seeming to close in around her. She couldn't concentrate on the stack of patient files in front of her, her thoughts drifting back to the package that was surely on its way to her apartment. The memory of the black silicone dildo and butt plugs she had ordered flashed in her mind, its veiny texture and imposing size sending a shiver down her spine. She could almost feel its weight in her hands, the way it would stretch her to new limits, satisfying the fetish she had only recently discovered.

As the soft chime of her phone broke through the monotony of the hospital's ambient noise, Anne's heart leaped with anticipation. She glanced around the room, ensuring no one was watching, before discreetly pulling her phone from her pocket. The screen lit up with the notification she had been waiting for: "Your order has been delivered." A flush rose to her cheeks as she quickly silenced the phone, her mind racing with the image of the package waiting for her at home.

Anne's heart raced as she slipped her phone back into her pocket, the notification burning a hole in her consciousness. The hospital corridor seemed to hum with activity, but she tuned it out, her mind fixated on the package waiting at home. The thought of the 10-inch dildo, its veiny texture and imposing size, sent a wave of heat through her body. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the arousal growing unbearable. Without a second thought, she grabbed her ID badge and hurried towards the restroom, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor. The restroom was quiet, the fluorescent lights casting a stark glow.

As she locked the restroom door behind her, the soft click echoed in the small, sterile space. Anne's hands trembled slightly as she reached under her scrubs, her fingers brushing against the waistband of her panties. The fabric was damp, a testament to the arousal that had been building throughout the day. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as her fingers dipped lower, the tips grazing her clit. A shiver ran down her spine, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. Her pussy was wet, the moisture coating her fingers as she began to circle her clit with a gentle, practiced touch.

Anne's fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, her breath catching in her throat as she imagined the thick, black cock she had fantasized about for weeks. The restroom was quiet, the only sound her ragged breathing and the faint rustle of her scrubs as her hips shifted slightly. Her mind painted a vivid picture: the man's powerful frame, his dark skin glistening under the fluorescent lights, his eyes locked on hers with a primal intensity. She could almost feel the heat of his body, the way his hands would grip her hips, pulling her closer as he thrust deep into her.

As her fingers continued their relentless dance, Anne's imagination grew more vivid, the fantasy unfolding with startling clarity. The man's cock, thick and unyielding, pressed against her entrance, teasing her with its promise. She could almost feel the stretch, the delicious pressure as it slid into her, filling her completely. Her breath hitched, her hips arching slightly against her own touch as she envisioned the slow, deep thrusts. The restroom's sterile walls seemed to fade away, replaced by the raw intensity of her fantasy.

Her fingers moved with a rhythm that mirrored the pounding of her heart, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The fantasy deepened, the image of the man becoming more vivid—his broad shoulders, the defined muscles of his chest, the way his dark skin seemed to absorb the light around them. In her mind, he was closer now, his breath hot against her neck, his voice low and commanding as he whispered, "You're my slut, aren't you? My cock is all you need." The words sent a shiver down her spine, and her fingers quickened, her clit throbbing under her touch.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a relentless wave, each muscle in her body tensing as the pleasure peaked. Her fingers, slick with her own juices, moved faster, coaxing out every last shudder. The restroom stall seemed to shrink around her, the world narrowing to the exquisite sensation between her legs. She could feel it building, a pressure so intense it was almost unbearable, until suddenly she was unraveling, her pussy clenching and releasing in sharp, rhythmic pulses. The sound of her own ragged breathing filled the air, mingling with the faint hum of the restroom's ventilation.

As the last waves of pleasure subsided, Anne leaned heavily against the restroom wall, her breath still ragged and her body trembling. The cool tile pressed against her back, a stark contrast to the warmth spreading through her. She slowly withdrew her fingers, the slickness evident as she brought her hand to her mouth, tracing her lips with a trembling finger. The taste was faintly metallic, a reminder of her own arousal. Her heart pounded in her ears, and for a moment, the world outside the stall seemed distant, muffled. As the last tremors of pleasure faded, Anne let out a slow, steadying breath, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to regain control of her racing heart. The cool tile against her back was a grounding ****, anchoring her to reality as the haze of her orgasm began to lift. She could feel the faint slickness of sweat between her shoulders, a reminder of the intensity that had just consumed her. With a quiet sigh, she pushed herself away from the wall, her legs steady beneath her as she turned to face the sink.