The Office Orgasm: Adventures in Sex Work

Mr. Eggplant's assistant, Karen, had no idea that I wasn't a consultant meeting with him to explore corporate financial options post-merger. While dressed in my conservative Ann Taylor-ish black pencil skirt and button up cream colored blouse, my luscious red hair was pinned away from my face and I'd shape shifted into the hot colleague you've always admired from afar. My tasteful two inch heels clicked down the hallway and my silky thigh high clad legs brushed together as Mr. Eggplant's assistant led me into his office.

"Rose is here to see you," Karen announced as she swung the door open. Mr. Eggplant was sitting behind a large mahogany desk, ever the powerful, professional businessman.

Looking up from his laptop, he smiled and exclaimed, "Rose! I'm glad you could make it. Karen, hold my calls for the next hour."

Karen nodded and swiftly shut the door as I slowly sashayed over to Mr. Eggplant, showing off my best Office Lady ensemble. After years of working in healthcare administration, I had enough boring blouses, blazers and pencil skirts to fill an an entire department store.

"Do you like what you see? Do you like it when I get all dressed up for you? What do you think about these thigh highs?" I asked in a low, gravely voice while slowly doing a little twirl for my ravenous admirer. Mr. Eggplant was immobilized as he was transfixed by my mere presence, staring up at the devious grin on my face, barely able to think or move as all of his blood rushed to one part of his body.

"You're such a bad boy, having me come to your office. Your place of employment. If only they knew what we're doing in here..."

I reached my well manicured hand down to my high heel and pointed my red nail at my stiletto, then slowly ran my finger up my silky, stocking clad leg, stopping when I reached my outer thigh. Mr. Eggplant was hypnotized by my long legs, the curve of my slim calves, the powerful thickness of my quads couldn't be denied.

I lifted the hem of my fitted pencil skirt, pulling it up ever so slowly until the top of my sheer thigh highs were barely visible to Mr. Eggplant as he stared, transfixed by my erotic power.

He was helpless, unable to look away as I commanded him to, "Get on your knees."

Mr. Eggplant's eyes were now glossy, he was fully bewitched and I knew I had him as he slid down onto the floor beside his desk. He now belonged to me again and would give me anything, do anything I asked him to.

"Worship your Goddess's strong, powerful legs, baby. Tell me how much you love my legs," I whispered as he softly cupped my shapely thighs and ran his hands up and down my silky, nylon-coated legs.

"Your legs are so strong, so beautiful, so feminine..." He trailed off as he found it hard to speak.

"Now worship my ass."

He began kissing my thigh highs, running his hands up and down my legs from my butt to my silky ankles.

"You're not wearing underwear," He whispered, staring up into my eyes as his hands slid up my soft nylons to my wavy, fleshy bare behind.

"Why would I wear underwear when I came over here so I could have my way with you?"

"Take my thigh highs off," I instructed. Eggy reached up from his position on the floor and pulled each thigh high down, then removed my heels. My bare, red toes wriggled and excited him. There was something about feet that drove him crazy, but today wasn't a foot play day. If it was, I would have used my feet to do all sorts of fun things because "Let's drive Eggy crazy" is our favorite game to play.

"You see how pretty my bare, pale feet are? Doesn't it make you horny to see them? You can look but you can't touch!" I teased Eggy, rubbing my bare foot across his groin, feeling how excited he was under his tailored suit.

"Stand up and take off your pants, Daddy," I had barely finished my sentence when Mr. Eggplant had freed himself and was standing at attention before me.

"Kneel back down."

He hurried back to his knees, naked, vulnerable and looking up expectantly at his Goddess for guidance. Silently I slid on top of his desk, parted my leg and pointed down toward my thick, glistening pussy.

"Eat, honey, your Goddess needs to cum," I instructed. Eggy crawled quickly to my waiting lips and parted them with his tongue, savoring every drop of my wetness. I wrapped my legs around his head, securing him in place so he couldn't escape my writhing body. Riding his face as his tongue slid across my clit, I came quickly, covering his face in my sweet juices.

I wasn't done yet.

Pencil skirt hiked up to my waist, I commanded him to his office chair as I slid down onto him, my warm wetness bringing a groan of ecstasy to his mouth.

"Oh my God, you're so wet. You feel so tight, Goddess," his whimpered.

Staring passionately up at me, I began to feel his cock twitch. I had commanded him not to masturbate for the week before our date so he'd be able to give me a big gift, an offering bigger than any other he'd given before.

"That's it, baby. Come for your Goddess. Give me every last drop. I'll make sure you clean me up after."

The Office Orgasm

This story, ladies and gentlemen, was written to announce the creation of a new Specialty Session I'm offering that I've titled the Office "O" (as in Orgasm). Clearly, it's fantasy. 😜

I've always been highly excited by doing things I'm not supposed to do. Any sort of forbidden sensual activity arouses my interest, especially making love in locations where we're not supposed to make love. Be sure to check out my updated Consideration page for more details.

The Strongest Orgasm

The strongest orgasm I've ever had was while making love to my college boyfriend at a conservative family member's house. Knowing my family member would be mortified if they found us en flagrante made our experience that much more subconsciously arousing. My boyfriend, ever the unappreciative mid-20's broski who had no idea how lucky he was to have me, simply said I felt, "like slime" when I asked him whether he felt my orgasm. (Ugh, those guys in their 20's can be so unappreciative. No idea what they have until it's gone.) I felt an entire torrential downpour leaving my nether regions, an explosion like no other, an orgasm to beat all orgasms simply because I knew that if my family member knew what I was up to, I'd be chastised.

The same idea applies to office sex: An office is a place of professionalism and productivity where everyone is thinking about sex 24/7 but isn't allowed to act sexually or say anything sexual. Men tell me they booked me because I look like a woman they work with. Or they have a crush on the redhead they work with. They aren't fulfilled at home by their partners and the office is a place where they can let their fantasies roam freely. Yet, the risk is there if they do act on those fantasies.

In theory, it is a bit risky to have a provider visit your office despite the fact that I'm dressed in business wear hiding my body/any tattoos, wearing a facemask for added discretion (if you require). I know how to talk to people and have many years of corporate experience under my patent leather belt so you have nothing to worry about but... What if? What if they found out that we were doing unspeakably "dirty" things to one another right under their pantsuited noses?

That risk is part of the appeal for many of my admirers. They're also pressed for time and my visiting their office for a little release during a busy day is much easier to configure versus taking the time to leave work and travel to/from my incall.

Semi-Public vs Public Sex

There's something about getting sexual in semi-public that's extremely arousing for me. This is different from public sex.

The notion of "Public sex" reminds me of the time I was walking home from a bar with a boyfriend and took him into the alley, pulled my jean skirt up and told him to fuck me. He said it was the most arousing experience for him despite it only lasting for a few seconds. Knowing someone could be getting turned on watching us, the idea that I can't wait and I need you inside me now: Don't underestimate the simple power of the public fuck.

Public fucking, however, can land someone labeled as a sex offender and ain't no dick worth that kind of hassle. It's more fun to go somewhere semi-private and make it happen. Let's get wild in a dressing room while you take me shopping, a private room with a beautiful woman at a lap dance club, under the table at a luxurious restaurant... If you have any ideas you'd like to discuss regarding a possible Semi-Public sexual escapade, book a non-explicit video call with me to discuss by emailing me roseblazebby@proton.me. Learn more about my Office Orgasm experience by visiting my Consideration page.

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