A Quick Flick

Morgan quietly locked her office door behind her and settled into her desk. She held her breath as she turned on her PC and quickly began an online search for a well hung stud she'd been following on one of her social media accounts.

"Mm..." She bit her lip as she pulled up his latest post that showed him stroking his massive girth. Morgan inhaled sharply as she realized she was about to start drooling. "Am I so debased now?" She wondered softly to herself. "Nelson isn't that small... ...Certainly he has nothing on this guy though." Morgan smiled as she leaned back in her office chair and spread her thighs.

Her fingers slid over her moistened mound, breathe quickening as she imagined this stranger's huge love-stick gliding between her breasts. Closing her eyes Morgan leaned her head back as she tore open her shirt. She fondled her bare breasts with her free hand as the digits on her other pressed against clit through her panties.

"Mm." She moaned softly, her hips bucking to grind against her circling palm.

"Oh fuck..." Morgan breathed as she pictured his long glistening cock plunging into her unfaithful folds. "Yes!" She growled as her hand slipped into her panties that she might drive her fingers into those very wet and trembling folds.

The sound of her door attempting to open startled her, while the following knocks **** a squeak out of her.

"Eep! Uh... ....ugh.. fuck... Uh..." Morgan mumbled as her fingers refused to stop. "...shit, no... ...I'm so close..." She pined.

"Morgan? You okay in there?" Clayton called out.

"Um..." She bit her lip as her breath caught in her throat. "...so close..." she pouted, her brows furrowed. "Give me a second, Clay!" Morgan grumbled as she put her girls away and wiped her fingers off. Her phone went to 'sleep' on its own so she left it on her desk before getting up and unlocking her door. "Can't you give me any time to myself? I'm not here five minutes and you're knocking on my fucking door. What the fuck do you want?"

"Oh, heh, uh, sorry about that Morgan." Clayton apologized. "I had a client meeting booked this afternoon and I won't be able to make it. I have to take my grandma to an appointment." He rolled his eyes.

"And you want me to cover for you?" Morgan cut to the point as she returned to her desk.

"Would you, please?" Clayton pleaded. "I would totally owe."

Morgan closed her eyes as she found an opportunity to continue playing with herself even as her coworker took a seat right across from her. You had to pay attention closely to note the subtly lick of her lips, the brief nibble she gave her bottom lip as if she were thinking of something. Her brows came together as if concerned, but Clayton just thought that was related to his grandmother's appointment.

"Oh if you're worried about my grandma she'll be fine. It's an appointment with her lawyer." Clayton waved it. "So what do you say?"

"Mm-yes. Yes!" Morgan grinned as she sat forward against her desk. "That, ugh, that would work. Email me the info."

"Grea-" Clayton began but Morgan cut him off.

"You can leave now." Morgan nodded at her door.

"Uh-oh okay. Thanks Morgan!" Clayton quickly ducked out and locked her door as he left.

"Fuck!" Morgan hissed in exasperation. "Let's do this right." Nodding to herself, Morgan reached into her bottom desk drawer and pulled out a long flesh-colored dildo.

"Mmm... ...fuck..." Morgan moaned as she bounced on the faux-cock, the sounds of the office coming to life just outside her door made her current self-exploration session quite exciting causing her to make a rather explosive mess of her chair.