Visit Frank

The butt plug was only making her hornier and more frustrated. She knew one way that she could get some relief, but probably would hate herself for it later. Sandra knocks on her boss’ door and enters quietly.

“Yes, Sandra, what can I do for you.”

Wife swallows hard and walks over to his desk without saying a word. He raises an eyebrow and watches her. When she gets there, she unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the floor. She turns her back to him and bends over at the waist. In a small voice, “Please, sir. I want to cum so badly.”

Frank laughs and slaps her panty clad ass. “Take those off, slut.”

Sandra quickly complies, staying bent at the waist, knowing he can now see her butt plug.

He taps the inside of the thighs, and she spreads her legs for him. Frank doesn’t give her any warning and shoves two fingers into her pussy.

Sandra bites back a cry of pain and pleasure.

He roughly fingers her pussy, her juices quickly covering his fingers. His thumb slides forward and finds her hardening clit, rubbing it hard.

Sandra has to bite her bottom lip to keep from screaming and alerting the office.

Frank grinds his thumb against her clit harder, his fingers wiggle deep inside. His other hand grabs the base of the butt plug and works it in and out of her.

Sandra can feel her orgasm coming fast. She grabs her ankles harder, her legs trembling as the waves of bliss roll through her body. Panting, she realizes her pussy is now empty.

Frank slaps a pack of wet wipes on the desk. “Get cleaned up and get dressed and get out of here, slut. I don’t want to see you for the rest of the day.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”