Wet Workdays - Sex Stories

Wet Workdays

... and on. For a wicked moment, I wondered if the bowl would overflow and spill my pee on the floor. My cheeks burned like mad, and Marietta watched me with a raised eyebrow and a knowing grin. Then, finally, the last few spurts shot into the bowl, and the silence in the office was all-encompassing. I almost forgot to breathe. Then I realized my oversight. “Uhm,” I stammered, face burning, my voice barely above a whisper, “could I… have a tissue?” My pleading look didn’t faze Marietta in the slightest. “No, you may not!” “But…” “Use your fingers.” “And how should I…” My voice trailed off when she parted her lips and wiggled her tongue, leaving no doubt about her suggestion. “God, this is sick!” someone whispered, but the excited glee in her voice was evident. I could either stand up and have the drops clinging to my pussy run down my legs and stain my skirt. Or I could… It was crazy to consider the thought. But not that much crazier than what was already happening. The bitch Marietta was trying her best to get me to resign, and I couldn’t give her the satisfaction. My breath shuddered, but I stared back hard at her and reached out with one hand, ran my fingers through my folds and lifted them to my mouth, trying to keep them from shaking too much. They say pee is hygienic, some even believe it’s healthy. It was strange that I could think of that right now, but I did, and my tongue sneaked out and licked up the salty drops. A strange, lightweight, spinning feeling gripped me. ...

... “Fuck, she’s doing it! She’s really doing it!” I think it was Evie, the youngest one, but I couldn’t be sure. Something happened between Marietta and me; some kind of secret exchange that we both didn’t fully grasp took place in the blink of an eye. “Keep that under your desk,” she told me, but her voice was much softer than before, “and bring it back clean before you go home.” I nodded with blushed cheeks, slipped back into my panties and moved the bowl brimming with my pee under the desk and to the side, outside of reach of my legs. Marietta turned around and strode to her own desk, and I went back behind mine, afraid to look at my colleagues. * * * * I had to stay late -- late enough so that my colleagues were all gone -- and only Marietta and I were left. The barely concealed grins when my co-workers gone home had been mortifying, though Evie’s ‘Bye’ was accompanied by a strange wink. Finally, Marietta nodded at me. Like a spy in those cheap movies, I sneaked down the corridor and past the other offices with a thumping heart, and I had to lean my back against the door to keep my knees from giving out. I had managed it unseen. I dumped the pee into a toilet, flushed, then washed the bowl with hot water for a good minute before drying it with paper towels. “Here,” I said to Marietta and held out the bowl to her once I was back at the office, unsure what to do with it. Instead of telling me where to put it, she went around the desk and took it from my hand. With a wicked grin, ...