The Cowgirl

The men were in hog heaven. Never in their wildest dreams did the imagine that they’d be seated just feet away as their sexy boss rode an oversized dildo for their viewing pleasure. Stew chimed in again “Faster Boss!” Debbi picked up the pace, breathing heavily now. Her arousal apparent to the room, her little pink clitoris had come out to play, emerging from protective hood and announcing its presence to the audience.

“Harder now! Show it who's boss!” Stew interjected again. The message hit home with Debbi, she was the boss after all wasn’t she? Its about time she showed it! Without slowing down, she began violently slam herself down, dropping her full body weight each time, she would indeed show its stubborn “problem” who’s boss!

Debbi was panting now, her cheeks turned red with a sudden wave of embarrassment as she felt an orgasm building inside of her. Her face burned with embarrassment, why was she getting turned on at work? She wondered. She was worried somehow her coworkers would sense the feelings inside her and began to slow her pace hoping to starve off the growing climax.

Stew was having none of it, surprising the others with his boldness, shouting “Don’t slow down! You can finish this, show us what you’re made of!” Debbi obeyed, returning to her previous brisk pace. Unable to stifle her moans any longer Debbi cried out in the mix of pain and pleasure as she fucked herself, punishing her pussy with a vigor usually reserved for make-up sex after a fight with a partner.

The rest of the room watched in stunned silence as Debbi’s cries grew more frequent until finally she reached crescendo, collapsing on the chair behind her in ecstasy. The room was speechless while Debbi lay there eyes closed, smiling deliriously enjoying the profound feeling of relief.