Workplace Sex Fun: Tease and Denial at Work

There’s No Way You Want To Get Weak For Me

The day starts ordinarily before workplace sex fun, but I have a devious plan in store for my plaything. As he leaves for work, I give him a wicked smile, a silent promise of the torment to come. Today, I will be his mistress, his tease, his denial, all while he’s stuck at his desk, brick hard and unable to escape my erotic torture.

Throughout the day, I send him a series of voice clips and pictures. Receiving each more provocative than the last. I start with subtle teases. A hint of my lingerie followed by a glimpse of my stockings. But as the hours pass by, these games escalate.

I send him a voice clip, my voice husky with desire as I describe what I’m doing to myself. “I’m touching myself,” I purr, “imagining your hands on my body. I’m so wet for you while you’re at work, having that workplace sex fun, but you’re not here. You’re at work, aren’t you? Good boy.”

Workplace sex fun is always on my mind

I follow up with pictures that leave nothing to the imagination. A shot of my finger to show the slick with my arousal Another of me teasing my clit. “Look how wet I am for you,” I text, “and you’re not even here to taste it.”

A close-up of my pussy, swollen and ready as my fingers spread my lips wide. “I wish you were here to fuck me with your tongue,” I tease, “but you’re not. You’re at work, leaving me here to fend for myself. Remembering what it feels like to be inside me.”

I send him a video, my hand moving between my legs, my moans filling the air. “I’m so close,” I gasp, “so close to cumming, but I won’t. Almost like workplace sex fun but not quite. Not without you. But you’re not here, are you? You’re at work, hard and aching, just like me.” I cut the video off just as things get interesting, leaving him hanging and desperate.

As the day winds down, I can picture his state of mind while he sneaks to the restroom to stroke his cock hard, aching cock. His thoughts were consumed by desire and frustration. Resulting with me making it clear that he’s not to cum, that his pleasure is entirely in my hands.

Now I get my hands on him

When we meet up that night, the desperation in his eyes is palpable. He’s been edged all day, his body primed and ready for release. But I have other plans. I lead him to the bedroom, where I’ve set the mood for another night of tease and denial. The tease that I gave from home for workplace sex fun…what I thrill.

I strip down slowly to prolong the edging process. Revealing my body inch by inch. Teasing him with touches and caresses. First, I start with my neck as my fingers trace patterns on my skin. This makes him imagine his lips on me. Then I move down to my breasts as I softly cup them and tease my nipples until they’re hard and begging for his mouth. “I wish you could suck on them,” I tease, “but you can’t. Not yet.”

From workplace sex fun, to the bedroom

I continue my descent downward as my hands move over my stomach, my hips, my thighs. I spread my legs wide, giving him a clear view of my pussy, glistening and ready. “Look how wet I am for you,” I purr, “and you’re not even touching me. You’re just watching, just like at work. Hard and aching, just like at work.”

I bring him to the brink as I wrap my hand around him and start stroking. While my fingers tease his cock in his pants, making him moan and buck against my hand. But I never let him cum. I edge him, again and again, until he’s a quivering, desperate mess, begging for release. “Please,” he gasps, “please let me cum. I can’t take it anymore.”

I know you want more, baby . Next time I’ll make you cum in the car for me.

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