Tiny Panties, Big Trouble

I have plenty of ways to find pleasure, and one of them is tiny panties. I buy special panties a size smaller than I need. They have to be incredibly small — just three little strings, basically. Two silky strings dig into my hips, and the third one rubs against my clit. I tuck that string right into my pussy, and when I head to work, it grazes my clit with every step, pulling my lips deep inside and brushing against my ass. On days like this, I always wear a skirt because pants might end up with wet spots from me finishing.

By the time I get to work, I might’ve already come twice. At the office, I sit at my desk in a way that keeps my skirt out from under my butt. Subtle hip movements or a slight arch of my backside get my clit going again, and I finish. My face flushes a little, and I always say it’s just stuffy in the room.

Later, I head to the bathroom, wipe down my soaked pussy, and go back to my desk. By lunchtime, it’s red, swollen, and super sensitive. Even the lightest touch sends a strong shiver through me.
After lunch, the boss, Mr. Harrison, called me into his office. He was handing out some tasks while I was teetering on the edge of another orgasm. I came quietly, grabbed the papers, and started toward the door. Then he called out to me.

“Hold on. What’s that?” he said, pointing at the chair.

Oh, God. There was a stain on it. I’d made a mess right there in his office — my juices had leaked out, leaving a wet patch spreading across the chair’s upholstery. His chair was made of a fabric that showed every drop, unlike mine.

“Did you just fuck someone?” he asked.

He locked the door. I turned red as a lobster. What a disaster — how embarrassing.

“No, I didn’t sleep with anyone. It just… happened. I just came,” I admitted.

“Sit on the desk. Show me,” he ordered.

The door was locked, and I didn’t have much choice. I perched on the edge of his desk and lifted my skirt. What he saw was a sight to behold — my dripping, freshly shaved pussy, swallowing that thin strip of panties, all red, glistening, and begging for attention. His dick shot up instantly.

“That’s an interesting little trick,” he said, pulling the panties out of me, stretching them, then letting them snap back.

The string slammed into my clit again, and my legs trembled.

He didn’t waste a second — unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants and boxers. His cock sprang out, rock-hard and ready. It looked so tempting that I grabbed it, guided it toward my pussy, and moaned, “Pleeease.” He didn’t need much convincing. He yanked the panty strip aside and plunged his thick cock inside. It slid in effortlessly — my pussy had been dripping all day, after all.

He fucked me like I was some young thing, pounding away like a horny stud. I started moaning softly, coming again. He didn’t want me making noise, so he shut me up with a deep kiss. I wrapped my legs around his ass and gripped the edge of the desk with my hands. My butt slid across the desk, my juices pooling beneath me. I was lost in orgasm — folders flew to the floor, my legs shook, and my pussy gushed.

“Come inside me. Inside…” I whispered, mindful we were still at work.

He hoisted my hips up and thrust even harder, his balls slapping against my wrecked pussy. Then he pressed me tight against him and let go. His cum shot into me like a fountain, hitting deep. I grabbed his ass with both hands, holding him there, keeping him inside.

When the last shudder ran through him and his cock twitched one final time, he pulled back. It slipped out softly, followed by a trail of my wetness and his load.

“May I?” I asked, taking his cock in my hand and leaning toward it.

He grabbed my head and eagerly guided me onto him. I gently cleaned him off, licking his shaft, his balls—his cum was sharp but had a sweet edge to it.

“You’re a good girl. Now get back to work and focus,” he said.

Then he grabbed some tissues, wiped down the desk, wiped me up too, and peeled off my panties.

“No more wearing these to work. They’re staying with me. They’re too distracting… but if you keep up this effort, I’ll give you a bonus this month equal to your salary.” The panties went into his safe, and I walked back to my desk, fully satisfied, ready to get on with my day.