My complete failure to reach an orgasm had left me agitated and craving it more.  I sat on the toilet slowly coming to my senses realizing that I was in the bathroom at work with my chest and sex on display covered in the arousing slime.  I couldn’t have thought this through any less.  I had to figure out some way to get myself back to my desk, no I had to figure out how I could even possibly clean myself up. 

The slime still held to my perky breasts and pussy causing them to tingle and feel warm.  I couldn’t let this slime go to waste.  I needed it to even get close to my orgasm, but I very well couldn’t walk to my desk and then my car completely on display for everyone while covered in slime.  There had to be some way for me to save it, I had to save it. 

The bright idea came to me after a few moments of looking around the stall.  I twisted my bra around my stomach and undid the clasps on it.  I very carefully balanced the two cups of my bra on the toilet paper dispenser where I had laid down some toilet paper to keep it clean.  I then began to slowly gather the slime from my left breast with my hand.  As I ran my hand over my breast, the arousal shot through my body eliciting a sensual whimper from me. 

Had I been paying attention to the door, had anyone come in during any of this?  I realized that I had no idea at all and had to keep myself quiet or there would be questions from my coworkers or bosses that I wouldn’t want to answer.  With my hand cupped holding the slime from my breast, I carefully deposited it into one of the cups of my bra. I gently wiped my hand on the edge of the fabric to ensure that as much slime as possibly made it into my bra.

I continued with those actions across all parts of my body that were coated.  While I wiped my pussy, the sensations I felt would have days prior felt like a fairly strong orgasm, but now was only a dull fraction of the true pleasure that I could feel.  The creature’s words filled my head, submit to me.  Even just thinking of it saying that caused a wave of pleasure through my body.  What was going on with me?

I had gathered as much of the slime as I could from my body and one cup of my bra was nearly full of the sweet substance.  Some of it had begun to soak into the fabric but I was confident that not all of it would.  With the slime now stored somewhat safely, I began grabbing handfuls of toilet paper and wiping my body.  The effects of the slime made the task far more difficult than it needed to be. 

After several toilet flushes and nearly three times as many times wiping my body, I was confident that I had removed enough of it to be able to get dressed again. 

I pulled my panties up followed by my pants.  I pulled my sweater over my bare chest as my nipples rubbed against the soft fabric arousing me further.  As I tucked in my sweater into my pants and did my belt I could feel my nipples straining against the sweater.  

This was going to be a difficult walk back to my desk.  As I went to unlock the stall I realized that I couldn’t leave my bra here to be found.  Was there some way that I could secretly carry it back with me to my desk without anyone noticing?  No, there was no way that I could manage that while also not losing the slime.  I had to figure out another way.  

The lightbulb went off and I quickly glanced under the stalls to see if anyone else was in the bathroom.  They weren’t, I was lucky.  I got on my hands and knees and crawled under the stall door leaving it locked.  This way if anyone came in they would think that someone was in there and leave it.  I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair was disheveled and my clothes showed some damp spots where the slime had been.  My nipples were also very noticeable in their fight with my sweater.  

There was nothing I could do about that now, I just had to make it to my desk.  I took one deep breath to steel myself and I headed for the bathroom door.  The office was bustling as it had been before.  As my eyes scanned around me on my walk I couldn’t help but feel more people were looking at me than normal.  Could they have heard me from the bathroom?  Had I been loud enough to be heard?  Was this turning me on?

A few people passed by me, surely noticing me blushing and trying not to be noticed.  Yet this experience wasn’t exactly what I had expected.  There was certainly some level of arousal and excitement from it.  No one in this office knew what had happened to me or that I was walking around now without a bra and a wetness that was quickly growing in my panties. 

I rounded a corner and made it to my cubicle glancing up to see if Stan was in his office.  I could see through the glass walls of his office that he was on a phone call.  I would have to figure out how to explain away my strange behavior later, more pressing issues awaited. 

I grabbed my travel mug that was still half full of my coffee.  I made a beeline for the break room where the sink was.  I made it to the break room without running into anyone else.  As I entered the break room I noticed that David was standing in front of the coffee machine waiting for a pot to finish brewing.  

I had been sure before that David had a thing for me, I mean he definitely had a thing for me.  I suppose I had or have a thing for him as well.  It’s so hard to focus like my brain is floating through a fog of arousal.  I can see myself walking up to David and pushing him up against the counter.  Pulling his mouth to mine and kissing him passionately as if he was the very air I needed to breathe.  

My breathing was getting heavier and more shallow as the scene played out in my mind.  I would pull up my sweater and place his hands on my breasts squeezing his hands to show what I wanted.  Then I would reach down and undo his buckle pulling his pants down.  There would be no time for foreplay, I would need him.  Undoing my belt and yanking off my pants.

I would continue to passionately make out with him while I lifted my leg to line up his manhood to my soaked entrance.  I would lower myself inch by inch, my wetness would allow me to take his entire length in one fluid motion to the hilt.  Having him inside of me would only fuel me more.  I would begin to buck against his hips feeling and hearing our bodies collide.  

Feeling his hard dick thrusting into me I would lose control.  You will submit to me.  I would dig my nails into his back trying to hold on.  You will submit to me.  I would moan as if we were not in the middle of an office building.  The only thing that would matter would be pleasure.

He would grab my neck with one of his hands softly squeezing but letting me know he could squeeze harder.  You will submit to me, you will know pleasure beyond your imagination.  The words, its words, floated through my head.  As if bouncing off the walls of my skull and refusing to leave.  His hand around my neck feels different now, a different kind of warmth and texture.  I look down and one of the black tentacles is wrapped around my neck where David’s hand had been.  

I continued to thrust myself against David, I couldn’t stop.  I let out a sigh as I felt David’s girth suddenly increase within me.  Breaking away from the kiss I looked behind me and could see what I already knew.  David’s dick was gone and in its place was a thick black tentacle coiled between my legs thrusting into me.  You will submit to me.  There were those words again.  

“Ashley?  Ashley?  Ashley, are you okay?”

I was brought back to reality from that fog of my mind to see David staring at me with a somewhat concerned look on his face.  

“Uh, yeah sorry I kind of spaced out there for a moment.  I’m all good.”

“Alright, I’m glad,” he responded as his eyes quickly darted to my chest as he turned.  

Normally he was much more subtle with the glances he stole.  My face blushed as I realized what had drawn his attention in.  My nipples, still quite sensitive from the slime, were standing at attention.  Having spaced out there it surely had given David more than enough time to notice them.  He still had to steal one last look though, didn’t he?  

Feeling my travel mug in my hand reminded me of what I needed to do.  I walked over to the sink that was next to David and the coffee machine while untwisting the top.  When I got to the sink I dumped the rest of the coffee out and turned on the faucet.

“Here I am waiting for coffee while you’re throwing away perfectly good coffee,” said David.  

I gave him the little chuckle he wanted from his joke with a smile across my blushing face.  I rinsed out the travel mug and grabbed some paper towels to dry it.  Once that was done I told David I would see him later and caught myself biting my lip ever so slightly.  Could he hear my shallow and heavy breathing?  Did he have any idea how horny and aroused I was?

Once outside of the break room I leaned against the wall and took a moment to suck in a few deep breaths to try and calm this flame deep within me.  Feeling slightly more composed, but no less aroused I made my way back to the bathroom.  I checked each stall to make sure it was empty on my way to the fateful stall.  

I got back on my hands and knees and crawled under the locked stall door.  Once inside I righted myself and checked that the stall was still locked.  My bra sat exactly where I had left it with the slime still in its cup.  My heart rate quickened at the sight of it.  

I unscrewed the top of my travel mug and put the top next to my bra on the toilet paper dispenser.  Carefully I lifted my bra making sure to hold the cup evenly.  I lined up the travel mug with the cup of my bra and tilted it.  The slime plopped right into my travel mug with a wet sound.  I took the cup of my bra and ran it against the lip of the travel mug opening to collect any of the slime that was still holding on to the bra.  

With my precious slime safely within my travel mug, I screwed the cap back on and placed it onto the toilet paper dispenser.  I pulled up my sweater and wrapped my bra around my waist doing the clasps before twisting it to the correct orientation and pulling it into position.  

The soft padding of my bra formed itself around my still aroused nipples as my breasts settled back into their soft prison.  My left breast began to tingle more as the warm feeling of my skin increased.  Didn’t think that through but it didn’t matter because I had more of the slime.  

I flushed the toilet paper and retucked my sweater.  Fighting the urge to slip my fingers back into my pants I unlocked the stall and went to the sink.  I was pretty sure no one had come into the bathroom but I figured I had better wash my hands anyways.  With my travel mug safely in my hand, I made my way back to my cubicle.  

I settled back in at my cubicle putting my travel mug next to my purse, almost hiding it behind it.  I woke up my desktop and looked for my laptop before realizing that I had left it in the conference room when I ran out.  Shit, I would have to go and get it and pray that another meeting wasn’t going on.  Before I could get up to check Stan appeared at my desk.  

“Hey, are you feeling okay?  You ran out of that meeting like there was a fire,” he said.  

“Yes, sir.”  A tingle of pleasure shot through my brain as the word sir escaped my lips.  “I am feeling better now.  Had one of those sudden waves of nausea but it has passed.”

“Well, I’m glad.  If you need to take the day to feel better you can.”

“I should be good sir, thank you though.”  There was that tingle at the word sir.  

“All right.  I have another meeting starting now but I will need to meet with you about your progress for Trinity Pharmaceuticals today.”  

“Not a problem, sir.”  The tingle again, was I purposefully saying it more than I normally did?  “Just grab me when you are ready for me.”

“All right.”  With that, he headed back to his office leaving me somewhat dazed, but I couldn’t say why.  I had to get my laptop first and then really get to work.  I made it to the conference room and lucked out that no one was in it.  I went to where I had been seated and gathered my notebook and laptop.

As I leaned over to pick up all of my stuff my body was wracked with a wave of physical pleasure.  All I could do to stop myself from face planting onto the conference room table was grab the back of the seat in front of me, white-knuckling it.  

“Ashely, you will submit to me.  Why do you choose to fight this, to fight me?” Its words reverberating in my head.  “You are wasting your energy trying to fight the inevitable pleasure that you know you need.”

As if to emphasize its point a wave of pleasure emanated from my pussy.  My head was becoming foggy around with arousal and lust.  My logical parts of my brain bending over to the animalistic sexual desire coming from that fog.  Could I get away with touching myself in here?  There were four doors to the conference room and windows on each side.  

Maybe if there wasn’t another meeting scheduled no one would have a reason to come in here.  I could get away with this, I needed this.  I leaned into the back of the chair more as my trembling hand reached out for the tablet that was closest to me.  I flicked the screen and pulled up the meeting schedule for this room.  Dammit, there was a meeting in here within ten minutes.

There was no way that I could finish myself off and get cleaned up and out of the room before the early meeting arrivers showed up.  Fuck.  I could still try, it would be so worth it.  Maybe if I was lucky David would show up and he could fuck me.  Yes, I need this.  

Snapping me back to reality were a few voices in the hallway outside of the conference room.  Fuck fuck fuck.  The moment that I decided that I couldn’t take the chance in the conference room the pleasure immediately subsided to a minimal level.  I wanted to scream out of pure frustration.  I heard the door handle turn and the door begin to open before I saw it.  

Two of my coworkers were chatting with each other as they walked into the conference room.  It gave me a few seconds before they noticed me to stand upright and grab my laptop and notepad.  When they looked my way I was already heading out one of the other doors and back to my desk.  

Time had to be broken, it couldn’t be working correctly any longer.  I sat at my desk willing my brain to try and focus on my designs but I struggled to get a few minutes of work done before my mind wandered back to that lustful fog.  As if to torment me further the creature would every so often at random times send a wave of pleasure through my body.

You are not helping the situation I thought to the creature, but it was pretty clear that was not its intention.  After a half-hour had passed I snapped out of another mental expedition into the lustful fog to find myself gently massaging my clit through my pants.  How long had I been doing this and what if someone had noticed?

I didn’t stop though.  Could I stop if I wanted to?  I sat at my desk staring at my screen looking like I was working while my left hand continued to circle my clit through my pants.  My eyes became unfocused as I stared at my screen.  I suppose if no one looked at me too long it would look like I was busy.  I mean I was in a way, but not the way I was being paid for.  

“Ashley?” came Stan’s voice from the doorway of his office.  

He looked like he had just returned from that meeting holding his laptop and notepad in one hand and a coffee in the other.  I could just stay at my desk and pretend like I didn’t hear him.  Why didn’t I go home when Stan had given me the option?  Fuck.

I withdrew my hand from under my desk and looked at my screen.  I hadn’t gotten anything completed yet today and I didn’t even have an idea of the time.  I grabbed my laptop and a few printed drawings of some of the sub-assemblies of my machine and headed to Stan’s office.  I closed the door to his office when I got in and put my laptop and drawings on the small table in there.  

“We’ll have to make this relatively quick because I’ve got another meeting coming up soon.  I’m just going to need general updates and to go over the overall timeline with you.”

“Of course, sir.”  There it was again that tingle at the word.  I gently bit the corner of my lip in response.  

I grabbed the drawings and laid them off to the side on his desk.  

“I can start at the parent assembly and do a quick overview of each of the sub-assemblies and focus on any of them you want.”

“Sounds good,” came his response.  

With that, I launched into the first drawing showing the parent assembly of the machine.  I began to go through each sub-assembly detailing out where it was and what was still left to be completed.  Halfway through it subtly began building within me.  I bit my lip as I curled my toes in response to the ecstasy that was consuming me.  

My breaths got shallower as my body responded to the arousal.  Would Stan notice my sudden change in breathing?  He was less than three feet away from me.  I push my hands harder against his desk as if I could somehow physically suppress the arousal.  It was doing this to me, it wanted me to submit and give in.  

My head began swimming with arousal and focusing was becoming more difficult.  I began stumbling on my words more and I know that Stan noticed.  I took a glance up from the drawing I was explaining to look at Stan. I don’t know if it was the situation or what the creature was doing to me but I had several lustful thoughts about Stan.  

He was in his late thirties or early forties, I forgot which.  He had a bit of a dad body but in that instance, it was working for me.  How would he react if I made an advance?  Would he help to satisfy this deep craving within me?

Stan had always been a professional, always respectful and I have never caught him glancing at me.  Maybe that meant he wasn’t interested in me.  He is married, but if I was given a choice between his wife and myself it is a pretty clear choice.  He could have my young, toned, and tight body.  My hot, wet, and tight sex could envelop his manhood and please him in ways that he probably hasn’t had in quite a while.  

I had to shake these thoughts and focus but I could feel my panties getting wetter as my mind refused to push out the sexual thoughts consuming it.  I glanced out the corner of my eye through the glass walls of the office to see all of the cubicles there with people working.  Far too many eyes that could be watching.  

In its cruelty or perhaps kindness the creature pushed a deep ripple amounting to half of the buildup to orgasm through my body.  My head got even lighter as my breathing responded in kind.  I quickly looked behind me and pulled the chair closer to the desk so that I could sit down.  Once seated I tried to control my breathing and focus every neuron in my brain that was still under my control on the meeting with my boss.  

I managed to stumble through another sub-assembly drawing with no relief.  While I was pointing to the drawing with my right hand I withdrew my left from on top of the desk.  I slowly slid my hand towards my pants covered sex.  With each inch I got closer the pleasure increased incrementally.  When my hand was finally over my nub I was greeted with a blossoming of ecstasy.  

I can do this, I can focus on the meeting and this.  Does he know?  Would he even think that I would be doing this?  Why do I care? I need this. 

I began to very slowly rub my pearl and was rewarded with electric bliss radiating through my body. I made sure that my left arm barely moved so that Stan wouldn't notice. I started discussing another part of the design when Stan interjected some questions. 

Focusing on his questions was a lot harder than just talking and explaining on my own. I did my best to try and keep the fog at bay, but it was a losing battle. 

"Do you not see what you desire is within your grasp?" The voice boomed in my head. "Submit and I will allow you euphoria that you could not possibly imagine. Submit your body and mind to me. You will be rewarded."

To emphasize its point my body’s senses became heightened and in a matter of moments, I nearly reached an orgasm. As my brain flooded with various chemicals the pleasure center of my brain lit up. I rubbed my pearl as much as I could without being noticed. 

My body flushed and I could begin to feel my wetness soaking through my pants where I was rubbing myself. My face felt hot undoubtedly from blushing. My nipples were erect and wanting attention. 

Stan was still talking but I didn't care. He was pointing at something on the drawing I think. Everything around me faded into the background and all I could think about were the creature's words. Each time I turned them over in my head I felt another jolt bringing me closer to an orgasm. 

Any moment now I wouldn't be able to hold back my moaning anymore. I would have to take care of this and I didn't care how I would do it. At this point, I would bend myself over Stan's desk and beg him to fuck me if I had to. I brought my left hand to the top of my pants, ready to plunge them into my pants and try to satisfy this fire burning within me. 

The ringing phone startled me back to reality with a little jump. I pulled my hand from the top of my pants, my heart beating hard in my chest from the arousal and the startling from the phone. Luckily Stan had turned around to check who was calling and had answered the call. 

He points at my desk and flashes me his five fingers. He's telling me that he's going to take this call and it will be a few minutes. Literally saved by the bell, well phone but it works. I leave my drawings for him and had back to my desk. I feel how damp my panties and pants are as well as how hard my nipples are. 

When I sit at my desk the first thing I do is check the time. Work is almost done for the day. If I'm lucky Stan will be busy the rest of the day and I can get out of here without finishing the meeting. 

Sitting at my desk now I can feel the sexual desire and lust boiling just beneath the surface. I think again of the creature's words. I find myself both curious and incredibly aroused just thinking about it. But I can't submit to it, right? Or can I?

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