Attention Seeking Whore - Part 3

Welcome back, dear reader. I am ecstatic that you have taken the time to visit; that you have resisted all other temptations to be here with me. I do appreciate it. Honestly, I do. Without your tender, loving attention I would be a sad and empty soul, mere flotsam cast upon the ocean floating meaningless and without purpose. But now I must entertain; now my dear friend Playsit has found a use for this ...

Attention Seeking Whore

Playsit 

This came to me last night while I was sleeping. I'm not sure if it was a dream, or if I was just laying there with sexy little thought floating through my mind. It's not over the edge, so I'm not sure if this is what you're looking for.

You, being the attention seeking whore that you are, already have my attention with the skimpy little outfit you are wearing. The short red and black plaid skirt; almost see-through black button-up blouse, unbuttoned just enough to see a hint of cleavage; black thigh highs with lace barely visible under the hem of your skirt; black patent leather pumps... Yeah, you had my attention as soon as you entered the office.

I love that you sit in the cubicle opposite mine as it gives us a clear view of each other. You've made it clear over the past few months you enjoy teasing me: the way you look at me and bite your lower lip, how you teasingly run your tongue slowly across your lips while looking directly at me like I'm an appetizer, how you touch my shoulder or hand while asking for my help. Yes, I notice the way you part your legs, and how you conveniently bend over at the waist to pick up some fallen object, showing me your sweet behind, or how you lean into me allowing your blouse to open up so I can see your perky breasts.

I've enjoyed your little games, and allowed you to play with me... tease me... and yes, excite me. Today though, the games will be taken to a new level. I know you are the only one to use the stairs rather than the lift, and today, you and I will meet each other in that darkened tunnel.

10:00 and, as if it was scripted, I see you grab your coffee cup and head upstairs to the break room for a refill. You seem to read my mind, because you give me a very flirtatious smile... almost a 'come hither' look. So when I stand and follow you to the door, it would appear you were the one in charge and had invited me. That's just not the case though. I am in charge of this situation... aren't I?

Like a gentleman, I reach beside you and open the door to allow you entry ahead of me. Once I get through the door however, I see you a few steps above me, bent over, showing me a great shot of your very perfect arse. As I approach, you hook both thumbs around the inside of your black panties and slowly drop them to your knees.

I can immediately smell your arousal, and my nose happens to be at just the right height to take you all in. As I approach, you spread your legs for me and give me a spot to sit. I squeeze my way between your soft inner thighs and what sits before me is a perfect little pussy, all swollen and puffy just begging for my attention.

I love hearing you moan out load and push into my face as I run my tongue up and down your outer walls. I can feel your clit with the tip of my tongue when I make it hard, I can feel your back tense and shivers run down your leg. As much as I'd love to take my time, I know we don't have much, so I slide myself back through your legs and give your arse a final kiss before unbuckling my trousers and letting them fall to the floor.

As I let you feel my cock for the first time, just laying in the valley between your naked cheeks, I feel you twitch. Not a word was spoken as I push my swollen head inside your love tunnel. The only sounds were that of my pelvis slamming into your arse, and our combined moans and groans as I fucked you hard. Before cumming into you, I pull out and let my thick, hot cum coat your ass.

As I bent down to lick you clean, you told me to leave it alone. Replacing your panties on top of your cum-soaked arse, you turned back and gave me a sexy little smile before going on your way.

For you, my Attention Seeking Whore.

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How you have tantalised me, darling co-worker; day after day seated in your cubicle with your face half-turned from my flitting gaze secure in the knowledge that my prettily presented petite form has been pampered and prepared just for your pleasure. How I have become obsessed by the curvature of your ear, the firm angularity of your jaw, the wisps of hair that grace your manly neck. How I moan inside when your wondrous lips part and softly spoken words intermingle the space dividing us. How I quiver involuntarily, seeping juices down onto my smooth squeezing thighs, when your hazel flecked irises meet mine. How I burn with unfulfilled desire as I watch your tongue peeking between those sensual kissable lips as you concentrate on the mundane tasks placed before you. How my heart thrums, trapped inside my chest, reverberating endless throbbing pulsations throughout my entire being, whenever you allow your eyes to wander across my heaving breasts, my delicately displayed thighs, the toned rounded moons of my arse and my inconveniently concealed sex that begs and pleads for rampant invasion.

I need you attention. I will be your whore. I will be whatever you need me to be.

Pneumatic springs ease the door shut; its muffled thump echoing in my ears. I can sense you behind me, feel the size of you looming large at my back, smell the cologne you always wear mingling in my nostrils with the thick heady aroma of my dripping needy sex.

Harsh fluorescent lighting bounces off the uniformly grey décor, dazzling my vision as I lower myself from the waist; as I place my palms flat on the step above me, as I spread my feet to offer my swollen, panty clad vulva for your approval, as my body shakes desperate to feel your hands on my hips, feel your fingers traversing the inside of my thighs, feel your tongue running insistently across the stiff nub of my throbbing clitoris, feel the rugged man-staff, currently trapped in your trousers, easing between my smooth and swollen lips, feel your stiffness skewering my overripe peach, feel my juices splashing against your thighs, my thighs, your pelvis, and my arse as you hold me firmly by the hips and fuck my squirming soaked pussy into orgasmic obedience.

Wet, whimpering moans escape my mouth as my lips tremble, as the world blurs before my eyes, as my nipples rub themselves against the gauzy fabric that so inadequately conceals them. I wiggle as I stand; push my pussy and arse back towards you, invite you to use your besotted Attention Seeking Whore, to make her quiveringly yours; here, now, in this stairwell, in this public place, in this sterile air conditioned office. Fuck me, my dear co-worker, fuck me and put this aching body out of its misery.

Yet still you remain silent, fixed, rooted to the spot; the only movement that of your irregular, excitable breath as it escapes your slack-jawed mouth. I turn my head; look over my shoulder, my face level with your gorgeous cock that strains so noticeably at loosely fitted trousers. Gradually my eyes travel upwards to find your flushed face; expectation and lust blazing forth like a neon beacon from your starring pupils. Slowly, teasingly, my hand slides beneath the pleats of my too short flicky skirt, nails trailing across excitable flesh as they seek the lace barrier that prevents you viewing me in all my soft, shaven, self-moisturised glory.

Trembling, my fingertips delve between skin and fabric; tugging, easing, sliding the unelasticated lace down my hips, feeling the sopping material that has hugged my splayed dripping pussy rubbing against my inner thighs as I pull it down to my knees. Wiggling and wriggling, my eyes fixed on yours as you ogle pink parted me, I cause my panties to fall down my calves to pool atop my glistening patent 4” heels. Stepping gingerly from them, I spread my feet to shoulder width and, reaching between my lovingly parted thighs, run the perfect moons of my fingernails along the wondrously spasming dampened flesh of my vulva.

Mews off delight get trapped in my throat preventing the words I so desperately need to utter from escaping my open panting mouth. Behind me, I can see you fumbling with your belt; your fingers thick and uncoordinated, your blood engorged cock pressing against the buckle making the task so much more difficult.

My cup runneth over; aromatic ambrosia escapes my pussy and, like raindrops on glass, trickles down the inside of my thighs glistening beneath the tubular lighting. Somewhere betwixt throat and lungs mews turn into whimpers as at last your belt, your zipper, your trousers and your previously unglimpsed fitted boxers are pulled away and, unencumbered, your magnificently stiff shaft of pleasure is finally revealed in all its divine glory.

“Please”

The word is lost; hidden amongst the moaning pants of desire that are falling from my open mouth.

“Please”

Almost indistinguishable from my ragged breath.

“Please fuck me”

Just a minor melody entwined in the cacophony of pleading noise escaping me.

“Please fuck your Attention seeking Whore”

Oh and he did, dear reader. There in that awfully lit stairwell he licked and nibbled at my throbbing clit before pummelling my dripping pussy as I squeezed and spasmed uncontrollably mounted on his cum coated cock.

So what about YOU? What is your desire? Can this Attention Seeking Whore assist you, fulfil your fantasy, be manipulated and used for your pleasure? Please let it be so. Please write to me. Please tell me what you might do with me, because I do get so terribly lonely when I am left on my own. After all, I am an ...

Attention Seeking Whore

Author’s Note

Once again, I would like to thank everybody who has written so far. You are all truly wonderful and I am deeply touched by all the responses I have received, but do please keep writing to me because I need to be your …

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