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Jaycee's Blog - Thu, Nov 10
🕑 Added 2022-11-10 11:45:50 +0000 UTCMandy (who's back from her pharmaceutical conference in Paris) came to visit me at work yesterday. She was looking for something sexy for her new boyfriend, a colleague from work named Daniel. I helped her select a few items that I knew would look hot on her and directed her to the changing stalls.
I hovered around while she tried a black lace neglige that I knew would instantly turn on any guy. Heck, it turned me on just looking at it. (Big sex drive down there, remember? Almost anything sets me off...) After just a few minutes, I heard Mandy call my name in a hushed but urgent tone. I spoke to her through the thin door.
"What's wrong?" I asked
"C-can't stop," she whispered quickly. "Can't open the door. Come in discreetly!"
I did, quickly closing the door behind me and making sure no one was watching. I turned to look at Mandy and my eyes grew wide. Her jeans were down to her ankles, her shirt was pulled atop her big, bra-clad tits, and both her hands were buried inside her panties as she frantically fingered herself.
"What are you DOING?" I said, keeping my voice as low as possible.
"What do you THINK I'm doing?" she said, her face flushed with shame. "I bet it's one of your faeries making me do this!"
"They're not all MY faeries, you know?" I realize it didn't matter who was doing what to whom at the moment. "What do you want me to do?"
"I don't know," she said, obviously struggling to keep from moaning out loud. This was getting to her, and by extension seeing her get aroused was getting to me. "Stop my hands, maybe?"
"Sure, I'll try," I said.
I grabbed her hands and forcibly pulled them from her panties. They were very slippery, however, and quickly escaped my grasp. They promptly returned to their dirty business, which elicited low whimpers from Mandy.
"That's not gonna work," I said. "At least let me cover you up. Maybe you just need to fide this through?"
I reached for her shirt, intent on pulling it back down. Instead, I grabbed her boobs and gave them a good squeeze.
"Jaycee!" she gasped. "What the fuck?"
I could feel her hard nipples through her bra, but was unable to stop from pawing at her ample breasts. Then I reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and pulled it down her arms. Her free tits now bounced and shivered with every stroke of her fingers inside her. Her nips pointed angrily at me, and I leaned forward to take one in my mouth. My tongue—against my very specific wishes—licked it and rolled it around, eliciting whines of pleasure from Mandy.
I was pretty sure the faerie that had gotten her was doing this to me as well. I couldn't see one around, but that never meant anything.
Then it got worse. I found myself stripping while sucking at her boobs, my hands out of control. I also removed her jeans and panties, but with my mouth still on her breasts, I couldn't really see what she was doing. IT went downhill from there. Her hands left her crotch and she lay on the floor, thrusting her hips in the air. I positioned myself above her, crossing my legs with hers. With me on top and her at the bottom, we scissored each other like two lesbians in heat.
Our moans got very loud, so it was just a matter of time before we were caught. The moment one of my colleagues (I don't even remember who) opened the door to the changing stall, we both exploded in staggering simultaneous climaxes. Then we were able to control ourselves again, but it was much, much too late.
So we got kicked out and I was fired. Looks like I'll be having to look for new job opportunities sooner than I had expected.
--Jaycee
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Jaycee Knight
That's a good idea...
A Man with Joe Name
If there was ever a blog post that needed an artists drawing, this is it.
