Joanna

My office at one o'clock.

I get really nervous and this is the only way to relax, I have to relax. I must be in trouble. I guess I'm not in trouble. Surely I'm not in trouble. I can't think of anything I have done wrong.

I looked at the note again; My office at one o'clock. That's all it said, not even signed. He knew that I would know who had written it. He was my boss, one of them, when you are as low down the pecking order as me you have lots of bosses.

But I knew and he knew I'd know.

I'm in the ladies toilet, sitting with my knickers round my knees and my skirt round my waist, the toilet lid down.

If I'm not in trouble what does he want? Why me? My heart's pounding. My fingers are on my clitoris. I need to relax. I've had fantasies about him. I shouldn't, I think he's married, there's a picture of a little girl on his desk, his daughter?

He's good looking for his age, in his thirties I think. Slim, broad shoulders, one of those men who would look good whatever he is wearing. I have only seen him wearing a suit.

I stopped masturbating as someone came in and into the next cubicle. Fuck, please go. Can they smell my sex? I can hear them wee. The toilet flushed. I heard the taps running and eventually she left.

My sexual arousal has diminished but I need to relax. An orgasm would help me relax. I've got to relax. I need to work. I'll be missed. I need to cum. I'm near cumming.

Yes. Arrrrr. Relax.

One o'clock. I'm knocking on his office door. My knees knocking and feeling sexually excited and terrified that I've done something wrong.

I've worked for him for a while now and I've never seen this look on his face before. I felt there was tension in the air. Not work related, sexual tension. Wishful thinking?

"Ahh, Joanna, I need this done by tonight," he said, handing some files to me. He was smiling, his lovely white teeth and his floppy wavy hair. Was it my imagination? Did Mr Bowden just want me to do some extra work? Surely that's not all.

I sat at my desk and worked my way through the files, monotonous easy work. My mind wandered, tomorrow is Saturday, I have something to look forward to. I masturbate every day, more than once and on weekends I have a special treat.

I live by myself in a terrace house with quite a long garden. At the bottom of the garden is a shed which contains a comfortable chair, a packet of cigarettes, a lighter and most important a pair of keys.

In the late afternoon I shall shackle my ankles, locked together by a fifteen centimetre chain. The only article of clothing I wear is a waspie, very tight around my waist. I love the feeling, it makes me feel so sexy. I fasten handcuffs on my wrists and set my computer to ping after a random time between ten minutes and two hours.

After the first ping the computer pings again thirty seconds later and before that time I have to climax. This means I have to be on the edge the whole time. Thirty seconds to climax from ping to ping is not long to bring yourself off.

If I succeed I have to wait until it is dark and go to the shed. There are probably twenty houses where people can see into my garden so I have to wait for darkness.

Having a climax in time, I always climax but not always in the thirty seconds, allows me to turn the security light off. I shuffle down the garden to the shed, sit down and unfasten my shackles and smoke my one cigarette of the week. If it is a warm night I may masturbate again.

Should I not climax in time, I have to shuffle very slowly to the shed so that the movement detector on the security light does not pick me up. I don't allow myself a cigarette. I don't think I will become addicted to nicotine although I think I am addicted to orgasms.

I am nineteen years old, almost twenty and a virgin. My father died when I was young and my mother brought me up in a strict Christian household. My school was all girls run by nuns. I've always been very shy and was bullied.

My mother died when I was sixteen and I inherited the house and will get a small amount of money when I reach twenty one. My sexual experience was zero at this time although I had been masturbating for quite a few years.

I have learned everything I know about sex from the internet porn sites. Perhaps the most important thing I learned was that I have a small fanny, cunt is too crude a word and pussy too soft so I will stick to fanny.

There is lots of talk about the size of dicks so why should fannies be different? I have spent a lot of time examining the variety of fannies on the internet and all seem bigger than mine. I'm talking about from top to bottom, although most lips are puffier.

Something I learned not so much from porn sites is that I am over sexed. It would seem that all men want sex all the time and most women, particularly married women seem to avoid it. I don't understand this, I want sex all the time.

For several years I have masturbated at the very least once daily. You may wonder why I am still a virgin, one reason is because I am scared. I see those big dicks on the porn sites and think my little fanny could not take one of them.

That's why I have set up my various masturbation fantasies.

I finished the work and it was past six o'clock. It was warm, I was tired. I had taken my jacket off earlier. I loosened another button on my blouse so that the lace on my sexy bra was exposed.

If you are wondering why I am wearing a sexy bra to work, I only have sexy underwear, even at that time of the month I wear sexy underwear. I sprayed a little of my expensive perfume. I picked up the files and marched to Mr Bowden's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in," he shouted. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Mr Bowden was in his shirt sleeves and looked as though he had been working hard, his normally immaculate hair was a mess. "Good, you have finished it," he said.

"Yes sir, all complete," I said. He took my file and entered the results of my work into his computer.

"Do you want to see it go through and make the company a lot of money, unfortunately not me and you," he grinned at me. "Come here and watch it go through."

I walked round the desk and leaned over his shoulder making sure he got a whiff of my perfume and hopefully my pheromones. I hope he doesn't have a big dick. I bet not many girls think that. I watched figures disappear from the screen and apparently that was good and we had made the company lots of money, I concentrated more on making sure my boobs were adequately displayed.

He turned and looked at me. "Your behaviour recently has been borderline inappropriate." Actually he was talking to my cleavage. I might have a small fanny but I have good size boobs.

He's not wrong, the way I look at him has been borderline unprofessional. The proximity in which he had me working recently only added to the excitement. I looked at him, trying to invite him in.

"Yes sir," I agreed. I waved my boobs about in his face. Please fuck me or at least... do something. He turned and grabbed my breast. Yes, yes more pull my bra down hold my tit, it's yours. I'm yours.

While he was holding my tit he lifted my chin and kissed me. It was a kiss like I'd never experienced before. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down. No, no, no, I won't do that, not yet maybe not at all.

I had not realised that he had pulled his zip down and released his dick. I'm not going to suck it, he pees out of that! I held it. His dick isn't massive, it's a good size but not gigantic. I think my little fanny can take that, I hope so.

"Sir, I'm a virgin," I said looking up at him from my position on my knees managing to take my eyes off his dick.

"A virgin! How did you manage that?" he asked.

"The usual way by not having sex," I replied, more confident than my normal self.

"Surely an attractive girl like you had boys trying to get in your knickers."

Me attractive? No. Average, maybe. A 5 or 6 at best. "I was not in situations where boys were and I was frightened." I didn't mention my little fanny.

"Do you want to stay a virgin?"

"Not forever, maybe not even today," I said, looking up at him. "Certainly, I would like not to be a virgin in a few minutes' time." I grinned. Thinking about it made my fanny really really wet.

He was smiling as he lifted me until we were face to face and kissed me. His eyes had gone all soft, a look of caring, maybe lust. Who am I to know? With my lack of experience.

He was looking down at me as he unfastened the buttons on my blouse. Do you like my bra? Sexy isn't it? Can you see my nipples poking out? I hope you like it. Thoughts whizzing through my head.

He pushed the blouse off my shoulders and I reached behind and unclipped my bra and allowed it to join my blouse.

"Beautiful," said Mr Bowden, leaning down and sucking a nipple. He held both my tits as his mouth shifted from teat to teat. The electricity shot from my nipples to my fanny. I'm ready, please fuck me.

He read my mind, lifted me and sat me on his desk. Pushing me back he ran his hands up my thighs. Shivers ran through me. He gripped my knickers, I lifted my arse and he pulled them down.

This is it. What will he think of my little fanny? I should have washed it before I came in.

"Beautiful," he said again. Yes! He likes my fanny. He pushed my skirt up and pushed my legs up before his tongue went up me! He was licking my fanny and I had refused to suck his dick.

His tongue is playing havoc with my rosebud, he has a finger in my fanny. Yow, he put a finger in my bum! I wasn't expecting that. I would have stopped him if I'd have known he was going to do that but it is rather nice, rather naughty.

He's kissing me, wiping my fanny juice all over my face. This IS it! His dick is at the entrance which is wet, and ready. Please be don't be too big, please don't hurt me. Please fuck me.

He slid into me, it was wonderful, Yes I'm being fucked. It fits. I had an orgasm within the first minute. A loud thankful orgasm.

"God, you have the most wonderful, tight, little pussy. It grips me so hard, is so snug. Sorry, I will cum in minutes," he said, and true to his word he filled me.

All that worry and he likes my fanny, big enough but tight enough. I'm so happy and I'm not a virgin any more.

"I'm sorry to rush you," he said as we were getting dressed. "I have to pick up my daughter from my ex wife as I have her for the weekend. Do you want to meet up on Sunday after I have dropped Louise off?"

"Yes, I think so," I replied. Good he's not married.

"Good, can I give you a lift home?"

"Yes please."

Mr Bowden dropped me at my gate and drove off. I rushed into the house, picked up some nipple clamps and a vibrator. I dashed down to my shed, closed the door, took everything off apart from my knickers which were drenched with his sperm.

I sat in the chair and fastened the nipple clamps very tight. I leaned back and took a cigarette out of the packet and lit it with the lighter. I inhaled deeply and with my other hand I rubbed my juice covered knickers into my fanny.

I could feel his sperm all around. It was great. My sexy pale blue knickers had a large dark blue wet patch. I finished my cigarette, took my knickers off and used the vibrator until I had another orgasm. In celebration of losing my virginity I had another cigarette.

I put my skirt and blouse on, went back to the house and had a cup of tea. Picturing what may happen on Sunday. I fell asleep.