Today we had a corporate party. We celebrate the upcoming New Year. I drank a little bit, but towards the end of the evening I was rather disordered. When I returned home (an hour and a half of the road), alcohol in my body destroyed all the complexes and stereotypes. I began to fantasize. Sleeping morale and alcohol-provoked fantasy drew completely wild scenes with my participation.
"I came to work. Look to the left. On the stand, displaying the glorious history of our organization, hang pictures of teams from different years. Year 2005 - general photo. All serious and elegant. Stand in 2 rows, the 3rd row sits. I sit in the center - the very severity, maturity, independence and inaccessibility. I am wearing a strict black business suit and a white blouse with a chic bow. Below is a photo of 2010. Men are standing, women are sitting. Below a row of women, Misha and Andryusha (Mishin are of the same age) are lying on their sides. Between them I sit completely naked. The butt touches the heels, legs wide apart. The small lips of the vagina spread apart, opening the lens to the pink entrance of my vagina. Black curly hairs of the vagina even more focus on the pink inside of my pussy. For a better picture, Misha and Andryusha are pulling the rings (they are in fantasy), inserted into the labia minora, just twisting my pussy inside out.
Slightly smiled at the originality of the decision, moved down the corridor towards the workplace. I type the lock code and go to my office. I do not close the door. She now never closes. I take off my skirt. I remain in stockings, a belt and a white blouse reaching to the navel. There is nothing surprising - after everyone has learned who I am, what I am and what I allow myself to do with it this is my standard appearance.
I became an office slave. Now no one counts with my opinion and desires, and with me not to stand on ceremony. There is one caveat: none of the workers fucks me. They slap me, they pull me, they push me, they shove everything into every hole, but no one ever performs full-fledged sexual intercourse.
Now, before the start of the working day, I should apply a bright defiant make-up. Shades, powder, lipstick and varnish of such colors that I would never agree to use have appeared in my cosmetic bag.
After putting on makeup, I proceed to work. Focusing on the performance of official duties is difficult. Misha invented and everyone approved an interesting thing: a rather impressive size vibrator was attached to my chair. Now, in order to sit down, I should have entered it into my pussy. He strongly bursting the walls of the vagina, creating both pleasant and light pain. The impulses of my vulva are immediately transmitted to the brain, completely filling it and pushing thoughts about work. Immediately after creating the miracle chair, many employees at the beginning of the working day resorted for the sake of interest to look at the pristazhvaniya procedure. After all, shove a thing of this size is not as easy as it seems. Over time, everybody got used to it and only occasionally started to gaze at the spectacle.
My very extravagant outfit now also did not arouse any interest: everyone on the PC had a selection of my erotic photos. Most often, one of them was used as a desktop screensaver.
Photo shoots should be mentioned separately. Pictures embodied in reality all the fantasies of our office workers. Here I am naked (only in a harness - stockings in a grid, a belt and an open bra supporting below the chest) at the workplace. Here I sit on a chair with a vibrator attached to it and a vibrator inserted into me, so that the heels are pinned on the table — they are pressed against the bottom, the legs are wide apart. In the next one, the posture is the same, with my hands I ransack the rings in the small lips, opening the entrance to the vagina. A picture from below - I stand, looking thoughtfully out the window, one leg is on the second chair on the floor, my knees are wide apart.The picture is in the back - I have turned my face towards the camera with a cancer, with my hands I strongly stretch the halves of the priests, exposing both lower holes. I can’t count them all: naked in the elevator hall and elevator, in the toilet on the toilet, naked in the smoking room, naked with my brush man’s toilet, naked giving a presentation, talking on the phone, etc., etc.
On the day of the celebration of the anniversary of our boss, I was in the role of a cultural program. My photo collection, more precisely the photo collection with me, was replenished with new “masterpieces”. Everyone took part in the fun. The men took pictures with me sitting with legs wide apart, put a full-length hand on one leg with me, together raised their arms wide apart my legs, etc. Soon their imagination dried out, and the girls began to work. And what is remarkable: it was they who invented the dirtiest and most vulgar things. At first they did almost everything, just like men. Then they forced me to sit down with a vagina on a bottle of champagne and to spread my legs wide, put a collar with a leash around my neck, and holding him were photographed standing next to me. Without removing the collar, they put cancer like a dog and were photographed like that. After that, they put it on the floor with their backs, two of them put it on my leg, and the third one put the sock of their shoes into my vagina. Everyone liked the idea with a sock in the pise, and each of them now has such a photo. In the end, they took a marker, and my body rummaged vulgar inscriptions and drawings. Slightly below the navel is “shaggy pussy”, on each breast in large letters - “udder”, on the priest - “a point is hidden here”, on the forehead is “slut”, on the hips in the pelvic region - two members splashing sperm. At the end of the evening they turned off the light, each of the men in the dark brought himself to orgasm and finished on my face. The last photo was a group one. On it are well-dressed women and men in the center among them I sit. The legs are widely spread, there is a bottle of champagne in the vagina, the body is painted with vulgar inscriptions, the face is abundantly filled with sperm of men who have finished with me ... "
Somewhere from afar, through the veil and tinnitus, I hear familiar words. Same driver announces my stop! She barely managed to jump out of the bus before the doors closed. This is a fantasy!
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