So honry

The man in the room had been babbling something about sleep - but now you can barely concentrate on him. You don't want to concentrate on him.

You've one thought in your mind; sex. You're so incredibly horny. You need to do something about it.

The man may still be speaking but he's a distraction.

Wildly, almost in a panic, you look around the room - you need something, anything to satisfy you, and when your eyes rest on the strange and fortunately phallic shaped statue on his desk you know that it'll do.

Out of the corner of your eye you're aware that the babbling man may have pulled out some sort of camera, or perhaps a camera phone, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you can get to the cock shaped modern art before he does.

You leap forward, pouncing on the table, and hiking your skirt up with one hand while you grab the statue with the other. Soon. Soon!

You pull your panties down, madly, desperately, your levels of sexual need are almost more than you can contain... if you don't do something soon you may explode.

You act quickly, yanking your panties down around your knees, pulling your skirt up high and slide the penis-shaped statue up between your legs.

AH YUES.

This is what you needed... only, is it enough? Even as you start to pull the statue backwards and forwards, ignoring the man who seems-should-be-ignored-don't-bother-about-him, your body cries out for more.

Bending backwards on your knees, leaning your body back as you straddle the office furniture you pump yourself with the statue... more, more, more.... it's good but it's not enough.

You barely hear the bell ring and the door open