Girl Boss 2: Pegging Boogaloo! An Office Masturbation Fantasy from Stuck in Sutton

You picture yourself in your rightful place. That place being behind the desk of some office that is situated in a towering skyscraper that looks down over the poors that surround you. That's what they call trickle-down economics, right? You're typing away on your computer, doing big-brain CEO things right up until there's a knock on your door.

A man wearing a business outfit walks in. He is of course, incredibly handsome and spends all of his time out of the office working out. He's also incredibly stupid. In fact, there's only one reason you keep him around.

"Do you know why I brought you here?" You ask.

"N-no..." The himbo of your fantasies replies, his voice trembling with nervousness.

"You really are stupid, aren't you?"

"Y-yes Miss."

You stand up, revealing the sizable strap-on that dangles between your legs. The himbo in front of you goes wide-eyed as you merely nod. As a well-trained employee, he knows the drill. Bend over, brace for impact, and pray you've got plenty of lube on hand.

As you imagine yourself strutting towards your employee, you begin to play with the lips of your entrance. Soft moans leave your mouth as you bask in both your touch and your imagination.

In that imagination, you picture pulling down your employee's pants. Once they're around his ankles, you line up your 'cock' with his hole. Just as you envision plunging inside of him, you press a finger of yours into your craving channel.

"AH!" The himbo cries.

"Yeah that's it. Take it."

For a moment, you buck your hip in sync with your fantasy. Passionate cries flow from your mouth as you picture your submissive moaning to every thrust you're giving him. If only you had a man **** to peg and let out your frustrations on. That'd make your stay here in Sutton much better.

Your finger motions at a frantic pace. The sort of pace you imagine lines up with the thrusts you'd be giving the himbo right about now. It's the sort of pace that'd work up a real sweat. So much so that you'd throw probably have to throw your blazer off and get down to business.

Now lost in your own little world, you make no effort to tame your passionate cries. Your neighbors might complain, but you couldn't care less. Hell, at least your fantasies aren't real. Otherwise they'd have to put up with the endless tirade of passionate cries coming from your himbo butt slut right about now.

Back in the real world, you start to tremble in anticipation. Your finger continues to rub, pushing yourself closer and closer to climax. Sure enough, you join the man **** in your mind in orgasmic bliss. You shudder uncontrollably as he spurts his seed all over your office floor, making a real mess.

Now done, you pull out of your employee and say "Until next time..."

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