When was the last time you made me cum? It has been such a busy week and my mind has been so full of work I can't quite remember. Was it Tuesday? Or, maybe...was it Wednesday? Yes, I think it was Wednesday. That's right. Wednesday we had lunch in my car. Wow. Today is Friday...only two days without your voice in my ear growling, "Cum for me darling," and I can't think straight.

"Darn!" I burned my forehead with my flat iron. I can't even focus on what I'm doing and shouldn't be allowed to play with hot objects. Hot objects....the thought of your hot, hard, swollen cock teasing my lips while I lick away your pre-cum..."Sugar!" The iron slipped out of my slack grip and clattered to the floor. I jumped back to avoid getting my toes burned and picked it up before it could burn anything else. I shook my head at myself in the mirror. "Focus, Kyla. Goodness!" What you do to me.

I'm almost trembling inside and my clit is on fire. But, I can't really tell my manager that I'm calling in late because I need you to make me orgasm. I force myself to go through the familiar morning routine and try unsuccessfully to block out the sound of your voice repeating in my head "Suck me darling. Look at me and suck me baby." I blow my bangs out of my eyes as I bend over slipping the iron in its hot sleeve in the bottom drawer and quickly putting away everything on the bathroom counter. Rushing into the kitchen I grab my lunch, my purse, and my keys then stumble and miss the last step going down the stairs. "Aghhhhhh!" Inside my stubbornly distracted brain the sound of you crying out as you cum inside my stretched mouth is so loud I look behind me to see if you're standing there, fighting the urge to drop to my knees before you.

My legs are trembling now and a bit weak. Hoping that I can drive the forty-five minutes into work without endangering life and limb I slide behind the wheel and manage to safely back up and out of the driveway.

Punching search on the radio, country, rock, rap, and morning radio show laughter flit through the air but I don't hear any of those noises. What I hear is the memory of my voice as my fingers rub my clit, "Please baby, please give me more. Please. Ohhhhh!!! Shit, I'm going to cum. Please don't stop."

Wiggling in my seat I realize I'm actually wondering if I can cum while driving. I laugh at that. What is happening to me? I'm just a soccer mom and you're turning me into this cum-soaked creature who craves sex, lust, cock and umm...did I mention cum? Not just any cum, but your cum baby. My hips rock against the seat but then stop when I realize I'm wearing a thin black skirt. Hmm. If I cum in my panties by humping my seat could someone see cum stains through my skirt? A glimmer of sanity manages to break through the pre-orgasmic fog. "Easy, Kyla," I say out loud. I reach up and look in my rear view mirror. My cheeks are a bit pink and eyes are a bit over sparkly but other than that I show no sign of the messy, dirty thoughts playing like a YouPorn video in my head.

My office building looms like a haven. I've staved off the craving but it's still there. "Hurry," my pussy says. "Hurry and touch me or else I will make your life a misery every minute of your day."

"Yes, ma'am," I mean, what else can I say? A pussy wants what a pussy wants. And at this moment she is controlling my every thought and every action. Oh my God! Now I have a glimmer of what a man thinks when his cock thinks for him. I almost get it now. I flood as my brain fixates once again. The word 'cock' reverberates in my spinning mind as I grab yours and stroke you while you lift my skirt and finger me roughly in the parking lot in retaliation. I look around to see who's watching us and realize that thankfully the few people pulling into park can't see into my naughty little mind.

My pussy clenches, the little dominatrix bending me to her will. "Faster, you little cum slut, faster." Hmm. My pussy has a potty mouth. She’s such a naughty, naughty pussy. I giggle a bit. I can't wait to tell you about this crazy conversation my sex-crazed mind is having.

"Good morning" a co-worker of mine holds the door open for me and we make polite small talk all the while my pussy is pulsing and twitching, flooding the swollen space between my legs.

"Hurry," my snatch hisses, "or I'll spit down your legs letting everybody see how much you've neglected me." I walk faster to my desk, passing the people who think of me as the "good girl...so quiet, so sweet, so hard-working."

My jacket is whipped off and hung up in my cabinet, my purse thumps heavily down onto its shelf and I distractedly turn on my monitors. My coffee cup is probably disappointed that I don't pick it up as usual but sorry coffee, even you have to wait. "Hurry"...my pussy is screaming now.

I focus on the ladies room. Only twenty steps to go. "Kyla!" a deep voice calls my name and I keep my head down. I’m doomed, trying to pretend in the quiet hall that I didn't hear my name. "Kyla, how are you doing?" Pressing my legs together trying to smother my screaming pussy, thumping her indignation, I turn slowly and plaster my usual smile on my face.

"John! I didn't know you were coming into town this week." I lean forward and give him my customary hug and smile. "I thought you were doing the show in Orlando?" My mouth says the right words and I'm sure I look like my normal calm self but I'm wiggling slowly, shifting my weight from foot to foot. I feel my traitorous pussy make good on her threat and hold back a full body shiver as a stream of pussy juice slowly drizzles down my smooth inner thigh. I press my thighs together and smear the wetness between them as she cackles evilly and spits out another attack.

Blah, blah, blah, he keeps talking. He asks me to go out for drinks tonight with a couple of other colleagues but I turn him down. I can sense the interest behind his professional smile and I don't want to encourage him in any way. I know it won't take much for him to think that I want him like all of the other women around here and I don't. He's too plastic, too pretty; the kind of man who’s good at being politically correct and vapid to your face and snarky and nasty when in the company of anyone who will listen. My pussy yells out loudly, "Move on pretty boy, move on...you're not wanted here."

Wanting to reach down and shut her up I settle on reaching out and patting him on the shoulder, "Okay. Well, I have a day of disasters to make sure I avoid so I better let you go. Nice seeing you though. Stay out of trouble." We both laugh politely, he slips in for one more hug while I muffle my pussy's indignant potty mouth and he finally walks past, on to his next exchange of a meaningless hug and a vapid smile.

A quick glance behind my shoulder to assure myself that nobody is going to interrupt pussy and I, and I walk into the 2-stall ladies room closing the door of the last stall, the large one where nobody can see my feet, and slide the bolt in place behind me.

Walking over to the far corner of the wall I feel you come up behind me. Finally baby, we're all alone. Your warm breath on my hair, you draw it into a ponytail and nibble at my neck. Sucking softly, licking and pulling at the sensitive skin you reach down and lift my skirt. "Hold this" you breathe into my hair and my hand closes over yours, grabbing the slippery material and keeping it above my waist. In my mind, you pull on my hair tilting my head back so you can kiss me while I have my back to you, your hard cock pressing into the cheek of my ass. "Are you ready Kyla? I know your pussy is ready. I could hear her screaming for me all the way through cyberspace." A low chuckle and we both laugh quietly. Mine is quickly extinguished when your thumb brushes my clit, back and forth. "Your turn, kitten. Let me see how you play for me."

You kneel in front of me and I can virtually see your long legs, clearly visible from beneath the stall door to anyone who walks in. My heart rate rises seeing the hunger in your gaze. I know my clit peeks out slightly from between my bare, swollen lips. My finger skates around it, usually needing to spread my wetness around but today just playing with the slippery floods of juices that are already dripping from between the pink folds. You unconsciously lick your lips and I lift my high-heeled covered foot to rest delicately on your raised knee, opening up my pussy to your gaze. She flutters prettily for you, happy as can be that she is now getting the attention she craves, the attention she deserves.

"Don't stop baby girl…show me how you touch yourself for me." The words in my mind are so clear that I peek open the eyes I had closed and see nothing except the white tile floor in between my legs, one raised to the bar along on the wall, resting there while my fingers play. I close my eyes and you're there again, your patient eyes waiting to see all that I'm willing to show you.

My finger plunges into my pussy, finally feeding her and giving her what she wants, to be filled, used. Pushing and pulling my finger in and out she purrs around me and clutches at me, begging me not to stop. You're staring at my fingers working her over. I know you want to touch but you're giving me this moment to please you while pleasing myself. It's your gift to me delivered by the stardust express. In my heart I know that you feel this intensity. I know that you know that I'm touching myself and feeling me touch you as if there are only inches instead of miles in between our souls mate.

Faster and faster I work my finger and my greedy pussy keeps demanding more. I give in to her knowing she's really only trying to help after all and she hugs me tighter. She loves me so much. I hear you encourage us both, "Cum for me baby...cum for me. That's my darling. God, you're so wet. Cum baby. Now!"

Your voice fills my head until my head space is emptied of everything except you. Lighter and lighter now my brain shrinks with every stroke until I can't think a thought or hear any sounds except your whispered words to let it all go. Fireworks start fizzling my nerve endings and I gasp loudly in the quiet room, "Ahhhh, oh Scott!" I whisper, my hips working against my plunging fingers. "Oh God baby" I pant quietly, body on tiptoe and so tense, poised on the edge. Only held together by the one logical centimeter of brain listening for the sound of the outside door opening.

You lean forward and give my clit one lick and I fly apart at the seams. "Ohhhh fukkkk!" And then it happens, I cum for you now, my pussy drooling in delight as I continue to stroke her happy, purring self. "Ahh." A shock wave makes me twitch forward. "Ohhh," I exhale quietly, standing on tiptoe, leaning against the wall for support as I tremble.

My pussy and you whisper, "Good girl" and I smile faintly. Forcing my heels to the floor I circle my clit a couple more times, making sure that pussy is totally spent before grabbing some tissues and cleaning up her mess.

I lick my finger when I'm done, imagining you licking it for me. Mmm, I do love a man who likes to clean up. Both high-heeled feet flat on the floor now I pull down my skirt and open the stall door, stopping at the sink and washing my hands of their musky scent of sex and cum. A quick look over the front and back of me confirms that nobody will know how my pussy controls me and I walk back to my desk, letting you slip out of the restroom unobserved too so you can slip back to your work before they notice you're gone.

A few hours of stress later, I can't hold back the thoughts of you anymore. One orgasm is never enough and as soon as there is a break in the unending calls and e-mails I instantly give in to the wave of arousal flooding my brain and body.

Unexpectedly, my back arches and my hands stretch high above my head but this is not a yawn. This is me flooding for you, the almost orgasm that drenches my panties and I tremble, on the verge of cumming right at my desk with no stimulation whatsoever.

I stand up and straighten my skirt and walk back to the ladies and realize both stalls are full. I turn and walk back to my desk, antsy and anxious. My pussy is quiet knowing that I'm doing my best to make us both happy.

I sit back down and try to focus but I'm restless and needy. Wiggling, I engage in the usual banter laughing at the quirks of another clients' reporting to me the status of his elitist experience so far..."But, truly, what can I expect from blue-collar workers in this part of the world?" This guy deserves the several eye rolls I share with my colleagues when I "Sir" him into his happy place and the phone rings again, only partly distracting me from the urgency I feel between my legs.

Finally, another moment of quiet and I stand, focused on trying again. This time a woman is leaving a stall and I enter into the large stall again, no sign of my earlier indiscretion giving my intent away. The water in the sink turns off and she leaves. Quickly, I rise on tiptoe and lift my knee to rest on the bar. My pussy is quietly needy and I push my fingers deep inside, massaging and stroking my soaking wet creases, instantly panting and softly gasping at the intensity of my need to cum for you.

Again, your voice echoes in my head. I have to block out everything else as I can only cum for you now. My old fantasies no longer work to push me into oblivion. Only you can take me there. I am blind-folded when you open my mouth as you push inside, and feel your groan come through your cock at feeling my wet warmth surround you as I suck you firmly, my cheeks hollowing out. In my mind I’m on my knees, my legs wide apart as I finger myself, knowing I’ll cum the instant I feel you spray your thick, salty load in my mouth. Panting I move my fingers faster, feeling your hands push my mouth harder onto you, taking you deeper as my throat tightens around you. You groan and swell, and I force myself to relax. "Nonono" you gasp in a whisper to me, knowing the words I'm thinking that are ripping apart my brain as your cock takes away my ability to speak.

My fingers pull out to rub my clit quickly before plunging back into my soaked snatch. "Ohhh..." I moan softly, so close. I can feel your cock fucking my mouth faster and faster, your heavy balls smacking my chin, loudly. Oh my God, what if someone walks in? I need to finish this for both of us now. I wrap my tongue around your cock and tilt my head back feeling you sink deeper into my owned hole. You hold my pigtails (when did that happen?) and pull harder, not letting my head move as you push me backwards into the wall, leaning up on your toes and staring down at me as your foamy drool-covered cock disappears between my slutty, red lips over and over and over again.

"God, baby, you have to cum for me. I'm going to cum in your throat. Aghh..." you groan as I suck harder, being such a good girl for you. "Aghh...baby cum with me...baby, don't stop, don't stop..."

I moan deeper letting the vibrations transfer from my throat to the sensitive head of your cock, up the shaft and into your balls, churning up your cum so that you can explode inside of me. I feel your cock thicken and pulse, twitching and jerking as you get ready to fill my throat. I know how much you’ll give me, almost enough to choke on, and I reach up between your legs to stroke your balls as I slip my finger just inside your ass as I suck again, my mouth so hot and so tight around you.

"Agghhhhhh!" you explode and I feel the hot cum spray deep in my throat, over and over as your cock jerks and spasms. The sound, and taste and feel of you filling me in my mind overwhelms my flooded senses and my pussy contracts around my pumping fingers.

"Ohhhhhhh fukk," I scream silently while I pant, my heartbeat sounding in my open mouth, invisibly getting filled by your creamy, salty, and bitter but tasty loads of thick cum. I moan softly, still pumping my fingers, my other hand moving away from your sensitive balls and rubbing my clit. On tiptoe again, I heave into the wall as another orgasm rips through me. "Jesus...oh my God!" Gasping and panting, I breathe heavily praying that the door doesn't open as I'm not sure if I can contain the whispered, “Fuck, fuck, fucks,” forced from my mouth while I keep rubbing and cumming as you empty your balls into my throat.

Before I feel finished you pull out. I clearly imagine the mixture of sticky saliva and cum strung between my mouth and your cock, dripping slowly, marking my breasts and my dress. If I’m not careful, everyone will see how well I've been claimed when I walk out of here.

You're still hard. How incredibly lucky I am. "Stand up baby girl." You command me and I look up at you, not strong enough yet to stand up on my own. You give me your large hand and lift me up, lending me your strength. "Good girl" and you kiss my forehead then kiss my nose. I sigh into you and you kiss my lips then, sucking and pulling slowing and deep until it feels as if my clit is being massaged by your tongue with every stroke of your talented tongue against mine. I moan softly into your mouth and my hand strokes down to your cock, hot and hard and ready to fill me again. "Turn around and put your hands on the wall. If you make a noise I'll stop. Do you want me to stop before you cum?"

"No baby, make me cum again." I turned around, my skirt already pushed around my waist, being held up by my softly padded, curvy hips. Placing my hands on the wall, I back up and bend over until my arms are straight. You run your hands down my back, over the swell of my ass, and down my thighs, letting your fingertips graze the pulsing, wet heat between. 'Crack', the slap of your heavy hand hitting my ass cheek, makes me suck in air, but silently, remembering his warning.

A low, pleased chuckle fills the air. "Good girl. Very good girl." Another crack against my left cheek reverberates in the empty space. My hands busy between my legs I look behind me expecting to see you there.

Closing my eyes again, I bite my lip to hold back the groan when you sink inch by torturous inch inside of me. I feel your balls sway against my wet skin and bite down harder when you pull out quickly and slam back in, pushing up onto your toes. My eyes roll back in my hand and I turn my mouth to my arm, quickly biting hard one of the only spots of innocent skin on my body, punishing it for the way other parts of me are responding to your blissful invasion.

Voices outside the door bring me back to my reality and I push three fingers inside. My body taut and stretched, my fingers work inside my slick pussy, a poor substitute for the hardness of you. But, it's working well enough. Well really, it’s not my fingers working. It’s the voice inside my head-your voice. I hear you now as you work inside my tight pussy. "God, I've needed your pussy all day. You’re so tight and wet for me darling. I need you to cum on my cock baby girl. Let me feel how much you want me. Cum and squirt Kyla. Soak my cock, baby. I'm going to fill you up. I'm going to...Oh God, you have to cum for me..."

I tighten around you and tilt my hips so you sink sink bballs deep. The voices outside the door continue and I wonder if they can hear the sounds of your balls slapping against me, filling my thoughts. Bang, bang, bang, bang, and your whispers to cum. Cum, cum, cum...my fingers are flying over my slippery clit and then you do it...I feel your wet fingers rub back and forth over my rosebud until it opens and you press inside. Both holes filled, I bite my arm hard, trying desperately not to scream.

"Grrrrr, ughhhhh," you moan as your first shots of hot cum sear my sensitive pussy. I can feel your cock jerking as you pound me harder. A flood of liquid rips out of me as I orgasm so hard my legs give out, and my hands slip off the wall while you tighten your arm around my waist, catching yourself against the wall while you keep thrusting and pummeling me, growling in my ear as you fill me to overflowing.

Always the good girl I somehow keep silent but my brain bursts apart along the way. A small sacrifice to make as my cunt keeps sucking on your emptying cock, draining every bit of cum from your balls as I shiver and shake, my body wracked in heaving wave after wave of cums.

My legs shaking I slip from you and sit down on the edge of the toilet, my head resting heavily on my hands, my fingers covered in cum. I somehow find the strength to open my eyes and study the sex flush on the modestly exposed skin on my chest. "I wonder if that will go away soon?" my shattered mind idly wonders.

I look around and you are nowhere to be found. But, I swear I can taste your cum in my mouth and feel my used pussy and ass leaking you everywhere. I try to lift my hand to gather some paper to clean myself but give up. "Too soon" I think and just sit there a little longer. The outside door opens and an anonymous pair of high-heeled shoes appears in the stall next to me. Trying to control my heavy breathing I just sit quietly, waiting for the woman to leave, which she blessedly does soon enough.

"Okay then," time to clean up which I do with trembling fingers. After washing and straightening and smoothing out my mussed hair, I smile at myself in the mirror. I look good. Dang! No wonder he can't keep his hands off me I laugh at myself and shake my head.

Going back out to my desk, my phone already ringing, I can tell my pussy is going to rest for awhile. My brain is sort of back together, well, at least enough to function. And I think about you. You, the only one that I see in the mass of people, live and in living color.

Smiling to myself, I answer the phone, "Hello, this is Kyla. How may I help you?" And in the back of my mind your voice whispers, "You already have darling. You already have."