Ruthie
August 19th, 2009
When reader Nic Buxom (I encourage you to check out her site) sent in this luscious cutie in response to my call for submissions, I couldn’t resist giving her a name and writing a story about her. Introducing, Ruthie…
God, he looks good today. I love it when he has an important meeting. He always dresses up in those well-tailored suits of his, with the inseam cut perfectly to frame that yummy little bulge between his legs. I thought I’d noticed that small bulge turn into a delightfully big bulge one day after I’d bent over to pick up a stack of papers he’d dropped. Perhaps he’d noticed how snugly my skirt fit that day, and that there were no panty lines. Oh Ruthie, you’re such a slut. A silly, wishful slut. I’m sure I was just imagining it. Or fantasizing. Carter – I mean, Mr. Manson – is too classy to become such a tired old cliche. A boss lusting after his young receptionist? Please. That’s almost as bad as the lovestruck young receptionist who spends her days fawning all over her handsome boss and her nights imagining that her fingers are his (sigh).
I am so pathetic. Do you want to know just how pathetic I am? I am so pathetic that I ran out during my lunch break today and purchased a new dildo, and now I can barely wait to get it home before I whip it out and slide that six inches of smooth silicone between my legs, imagining his perfect, firm cock while I do it. I’m getting wet just thinking about it. Or maybe its the smell of his cologne that’s doing it. Oh god, here he comes. Compose yourself, Ruthie.
“Ruthie, hold my calls while I’m in this meeting, okay?”
He’s waiting for me to speak and all I can do is sit here staring at his gorgeous brown eyes. I’m afraid I won’t be able to form intelligible words if I dare to open my mouth. But he’s waiting. I have to say something. Come on, mouth, don’t fail me now.
“Um, yes. Of course, Mr. Manson.”
“Great, thanks.”
And there he goes, off toward the conference room. I just love watching him walk away. What did I tell you? Pathetic.
Only 3 hours left until I can grab my discreet little shopping bag and hop on the next bus home. Only 3 excruciatingly long hours…
One hour down. I think I’ve filed everything there is to file in this place. And there haven’t been any calls because everyone that he ever talks to is in that conference room with him. How am I going to keep myself busy for another two hours? They’ll be in there long after I’m gone for the day, so it’s not like he’ll have anything else for me to do today. And that new toy is calling my name so loudly that I’m tempted to lock it in my desk drawer to muffle its cries. As a matter of fact, maybe I will.
Damn, it won’t fit with all of that packaging. I suppose I could take it out. Sure. That means I’ll be able to get to it that much quicker when I get home.
Wow, it feels so real. I mean, it’s been a while since I’ve touched a real cock, but they’ve really come a long way with these things since I bought my first one. What was I, 19 or 20? It was just a vaguely phallic rubber thing. Not like this beautiful, soft work of art in my hands now. This is going to feel like heaven between my thighs.
Can I?
What the hell, they’ll be in that conference room for hours. I just want to feel how soft it is against my skin. I can just hike my skirt up a bit past my stockings and…
Oh god, that’s fucking amazing. Soft and silky, just like I thought. If it feels that good against my thigh I can’t wait to feel it in my…
No.
I can’t.
Not right here.
What if someone comes out?
Oh, who am I kidding, they’re all caught up in their budgets and graphs and spreadsheets. No one’s gonna come out. And my pussy is practically aching to feel that head push through its moist lips.
Wait. Am I moist? Let me just reach up there and check (it’s at times like these that I’m glad I choose not to deal with the inconvenience of underwear).
Jesus Christ, it’s like water works down there! I guess all of this fantasizing about the boss and my new toy got me more worked up than I realized. All the more reason to just take care of it now. Otherwise, I’ll be one rabid bitch by the time I get home.
(Sigh)
Okay. Here goes…
I can’t believe what I’m about to…Oh. Fuck. Yes. That feels so fucking good. And so real. It’s amazing. I can just imagine that this is his cock inside of me…
………
“Oh Ruthie, would you come in here a moment?”
“Yes, Mr. Manson.”
“Hello, Ruthie, thank you for coming. I was just telling our investors here about those voluptuous double D breasts of yours, and they wanted to get a look for themselves. You know how investors are. It’s all about show and not tell. Would you mind unbuttoning your blouse for us?”
“Certainly, Mr. Manson”
“Look at those, boys. Aren’t they beautiful?”
“But Carter, didn’t you say something about her ass, too?”
“That’s right, Sean. Ruthie, would you hike up that skirt and turn around to show these gentlemen that tight little ass of yours?”
“Yes, Mr. Manson”
“That’s a good girl. I’ll tell you, boys, if you think the view is good from where you’re standing, you should see it back here. That is the most beautifully tight, trimmed pussy I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you, Mr. Manson…Why, Mr. Manson! You’re stroking your cock right here in front of everyone! ”
“That’s right, Ruthie, I just can’t help it with your sweet little pussy taunting me from just a few feet away.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Say, Ruthie, why don’t you bend over the conference table and let me feel that sweet, wet, pussy around my hard cock?”
“Of course, Mr. Manson.”
“Mmm. Just like I expected. Nice and tight. Gentlemen, feel free to stroke yourselves while you watch. Would you like it if they did that, Ruthie?”
“Oh yes, Mr. Manson.”
“How does that cock feel, Ruthie?”
“Ohh, it feels wonderful, Mr. Manson.”
“Oh Ruthie…”
“Oh, Mr. Manson…”
“Oh yes, Ruthie…”
“Oh yes, Mr. Manson…”
“I’m about to…”
“Me too, Mr. Manson!”
“Ruthie…Ruthie…”
……..
“Ruthie?”
Oh shit.
“Um. Yes, Mr. Manson?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Spacing out, there?”
Compose yourself, Ruthie. He can’t see behind the desk. He has no idea what you’re doing.
“Yeah, I guess so. Um. Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Manson?”
Oh god, I can’t believe I’m talking to my boss with a dildo shoved up my throbbing twat.
“Oh, yes. We’re going to conference in Ben York from the L.A. office. Can you get me his number?”
Oh fuck, he wants me to use my hands.
“Of course, Mr. Manson.”
Okay, squeeze tight. Don’t let that thing fall to the ground when I let go.
“Here it is, sir. Would you like me to dial him and forward him to the conference room?”
That’s a good girl. Hold it tight. Just a little longer.
“That’s not necessary. Just write it down for me and I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Okay, here you go, sir.”
Just a little longer…
“You know, Ruthie, between you and me, I’ve always hated that ‘Mr. Manson, sir’ stuff. I mean, I know we have to keep it formal around the office, but one of these days I’m going to take you out for a drink after work and I’ll insist that you call me Carter.”
Did he just?
[plunk]
Oh shit.
“What was that?”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Um, that? It was…I just kicked over my purse, I guess. Clumsy me.”
“I see.”
[Uncomfortable pause]
“Well, I’d better get back in there. Thanks again, Ruthie.”
“You’re welcome, sir.”
“Oh, and Ruthie?”
God, what now? Please let this nightmare end.
“If I don’t see you before you leave, have a great weekend.”
Was that a wink?
“You too, sir.”
Thank god, he’s gone. I can’t believe the things I get myself into. And speaking of things, where is that fucking dildo? I can’t believe I let it drop on the floor right in front of him. What was I thinking, doing that right here? Oh well, I’d better take it to the bathroom and clean up.
That’s better. All clean and good as new. I’ll just splash a little cold water on my face to calm down a bit. Hah, maybe I should splash some on my pussy. After all, that’s the part that’s hot and bothered. I can’t believe I was about to come just as my boss walks up. What if I’d started moaning?
Oh well, it’s over now. Although it would have been nice to finish my little fantasy. Maybe I can just do it in here. I mean, it’s not like there are any other chicks in this place to walk in on me. Might as well, I can’t just leave my pussy wet and throbbing like this. I’ll just hop up here on the counter, hike up my skirt, and slide that big fella back…Mmm, that’s it.
Oh fuck, yes. That is so nice. Oh god, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…
“Oh yesss, Mr. Manson!”
