Completely Naked at the Front Desk- RISKY PUBLIC MASTURBATION

Title: The Risqué Receptionist: A Sticky Situation at the Front Desk

In the heart of downtown, in a sleek high-rise, worked Shakira, a ravishing ebony beauty with a body built for sin. Her dark skin seemed to glow, as if God had taken special care in molding her ample curves. Her ample breasts, pierced with gleaming barbells, swelled under her silky blouses. And her wide hips swung seductively as she glided across the marble floor of the lobby, greeting visitors with a radiant smile.

But Shakira had a secret. Whenever the coast was clear, she found solace in her lustful fantasies, giving into prolific urges. Her manicured fingers, adorned with blood-red nails, would slip underneath her pencil skirt as her velvet eyes would close in ecstasy.

One dusky afternoon, as the city basked in a sensual heatwave, Shakira felt a pang of erotic craving. The front desk was empty save for a stack of papers. With trembling fingers, she unzipped her skirt and allowed the garment to pool around her ankles. Her thong, a skimpy lace affair, was the only barrier between her and the forbidden delights she craved.

Reaching into her drawer, she pulled out her secret weapon – a hefty, veiny dildo. Its mushroomed tip and realistic texture sent shivers of anticipation through her voluptuous body. Holding back a moan, she inched the toy between her thighs, marveling at how the heavy silicone bobbed against her skin.

Gripping the dildo, she explored her slick folds, coating the toy with her tangy arousal. Her clit, engorged and throbbing, begged for attention. She traced the sensitive bud with a feather-light touch. Her breath hitched as pleasure sizzled through her core. Increasing the pressure, she moaned, imagining it was a strong hand, a man’s rough touch on her most intimate place.

Traveling further, she pressed the blunt tip of the dildo against her entrance. With a guttural moan, she impaled herself on the toy, savoring the delicious stretch. Inch by inch, she sank down on the thick shaft, impaling herself completely. Her walls clenched around the invader, as if trying to pull it deeper.

She began to move, rolling her hips sensually, riding the dildo with long, languid strokes. Her ample breasts, freed from the confines of her blouse, bounced and swayed. The cool air of the air-conditioned lobby danced across her sweaty skin, making her shiver.

Her hand flew up, cupping a round breast and plucking at the hardened bud of her nipple. The sting mingled with the pleasure, driving her wild. She pinched and rolled the sensitive peak, sending jolts through her body. Meanwhile, her hips undulated, slamming against her hand as she rode the dildo with fierce abandon.

Lost in pleasure, she didn’t hear the elevator ding. Too enraptured in the throes of passion to notice the footsteps on the marble floor. It was only when a deep voice cleared its throat that she jolted back to reality.

“Well, well, well. Looks like the receptionist has been a naughty girl,” the man, a handsome figure in a tailored suit, rumbled.

Shakira froze, arousal still buzzing through her body. Her wide eyes met his. “I…why are you here?” she stammered, blushing under his intense gaze.

The man grinned, a wicked glint in his eye. “I always knew you were a vixen. And now I’ve caught you in the act.”

He leaned back against the wall, stroking his chin in mock contemplation. “So what should we do about this? Do I alert the authorities?”

Shakira’s heart pounded. Perverted fear mixed with unmitigated arousal. “No, please,” she whimpered. “I’ll do anything.”

The man’s grin widened. “Anything, you say? Well then, why don’t you put on a little show for me? Let me watch you finish what you started.”

Trembling with fearful desire, Shakira did as instructed. Discreetly, she lifted her skirt and resumed her rhythm on the dildo. Her movements were hurried now, desperate. The man’s leering gaze only fueled her fire.

She undulated, riding the silicone cock with reckless abandon. Her gasps and moans filled the lobby, echoing off the marble walls. She pinched and tugged at her nipples, as the man watched intently.

“I’m so close,” she panted, hips bucking wildly. “I’m going to cum on your cock, Master.”

“Yes, that’s it,” he cooed. “Cum for me, my naughty little secretary.”

With a sharp cry, she did. Her body shook as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. She clenched around the dildo, milking it for all its worth. Release coursed through her, leaving her weak and shaking.

As she came down from her high, the man chuckled. “Well done, my dear. I think this can be our little secret.”

Shakira nodded meekly, still reeling from the orgasm. She abruptly realized her predicament – she was still naked from the waist down, in full view of a stranger. Hurriedly, she redressed, careful to miss the knowing smirk on the man’s face.

As he walked away, the man threw over his shoulder, “Same time next week?” There was a hopeful lilt to his words.

“Yes,” Shakira called, certain of her predicament. She’d be back for her weekly dose of risky pleasure, no matter the cost.

Until next time, the front desk awaited.