The Office Flirt - Sex Stories

The Office Flirt

... answered.

"Yes, but this is supposed to be a continuation. When the stranger was looking through the window, the curtains weren't closed," I responded.

I turned to face her, then told her she needed to be the same. Eyeliner, eyeshadow, even the same black stockings and suspender belt.

"Oh," she retorted, "but I'd got something else to wear."

"Well, put it under your pillow, just sticking out so the stranger can find it and make you wear it. Oh, you'll have to put all three dildos on the bed too as you've just been using them," I instructed.

She walked to the side of the bed and pulled the items from the drawer, and put the stockings and suspender belt on. She placed the dildos on the bed and turned to face me.

"We'll have to improvise the talking on the video. Are you ready?" I asked her.

She ran her hand between her legs and raised it, showing me a sticky string joining her fingers, and told me it looked like it. She told me to film on my phone, and she was going to put hers out of sight but with a different angle which she'd send to me afterwards. She quickly put her dressing gown out of the way, turned on her phone, then sat on the bed and told me to start filming.

"I can't believe you were watching me through my window, I should call the police," Hannah started. "Call them. I was just standing outside, and saw you playing with yourself, I've done nothing wrong. If you were that bothered you'd have shut the curtains," I answered.

"Done nothing ...

... wrong? You were taking pictures, I could see your camera flash, and now you've let yourself in too," she replied.

"Open curtains, the door left unlocked, anyone would think you'd planned it to get caught," I told her, "Anyway if you tell the police, your husband will find out, as I could show him the pictures."

"Pictures? That you've been taking of me?" she asked.

I described some of the things she'd done in the pictures and videos. Her face turned to a scowl and then she gasped as she realised they were what she'd been sending.

"How did you get those?" she asked angrily.

"You've been sending them to me for the last couple of weeks," I told her.

"What do you want from me, Dean can't find out," she asked forlornly.

"Well, that's easy. Masturbate again, for me, while I video you," I instructed, "oh, and I'll call the shots."

She looked at me reluctantly, then saw I wasn't joking. I wondered if she'd wanted to call the pace, and didn't like not being in control. For the purpose of the video and her fantasy, I told her to try to pretend that she was making a video for hubby and laughed. She slowly pushed a hand between her legs, then closed her eyes and started to rub herself. I nodded to the dildos and told her to get them wet, one at a time. She rubbed the dildos through her wet folds, her breathing getting heavier. If she hadn't wanted to do this, the trickle of juices running down her thighs told otherwise.

"Turn over, on all fours, show me that great ...