(Miss Behavin) Batteries Included - Part 1/2 - M/R Rom Toys
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~~Batteries Included~~
She tapped on the door and waited for a response; none came. Knocking a little
louder, she heard him call out, "Who is it?"
"It’s me, Miranda," she replied.
"Miranda?"
"Yes, Miranda. Let me in, please."
"My neighbor Miranda?"
"Yes! How many people named Miranda do you know?" she hissed, getting
impatient.
"Hmmm, I only know one and she’s my neighbor."
Miranda leaned her forehead against the door and sighed. "Matt, open the door,
please; these groceries are getting heavy and I have a headache."
She heard him pulling at chains and unlocking the deadbolts, and she stood back
up as he opened the door an inch and peered out.
"Miranda!" he said, as if it were some big surprise that she was standing
there. He unlocked the last chain and swung the door open wide. "Come in, come
in. You shouldn’t be standing out in the hall with all those bags."
She rolled her eyes as she walked by him and headed into the kitchen with him
trailing behind her. Setting the bags on the counter, she turned to look at
him.
"Did you remember to eat today, Matt?"
"Uhmm, I think I did," he said, a serious look crossing his face. "Yeah, I’m
pretty sure I did. I had hot dogs for breakfast and some cereal for lunch. I
didn’t have any milk, so I ate it without and just pretended there was milk in
it."
Miranda smiled. "I bought extra milk this week since you seem to be going
through a lot of it. Okay, help me put this stuff away."
She opened up a set of cupboards and started unpacking the food, handing him
anything that needed to be put in the refrigerator. Matt started chatting about
a new project he was working on, and she listened to him for a while until his
words started all running together in her mind and she just about blocked him
out. As she lined up his cans of soup alphabetically she thought about Matt.
She had moved into the apartment building five years ago and the first person
she had met was Matt. Her apartment was directly across from his, and as she
and her friends moved in her belongings, Matt had peeked out the door and
watched them with great curiosity. She had thought him slightly weird when he
started making comments about her furniture. Not that he was making judgement
calls on her taste of furniture; no, he was talking about what it was made out
of and the chemical compounds of each particular material. She had tried to
ignore him, but it was really hard to ignore Matt for some reason. It wasn’t
that he was attractive or witty, but there was something about him.
As time progressed, she started to have short conversations with him when she
would meet him in the hall. They were never normal conversations about the
weather or something current in the news. He was always asking her about things
that she threw away in her garbage, or if she would save her old batteries and
give them to him. Once she was taking her garbage out and the cord from a
broken curling iron was hanging out of one of the bags. She thought Matt was
going to have a heart attack when he saw that she was throwing it out. She
immediately surrendered the curling iron to him and he hugged it to his chest
and disappeared through his door.
"You bought me ice cream!" he said like an excited child. She smiled at him as
he carefully put it in his freezer.
Matt was probably about 25 years old, maybe younger. She had never received a
definite answer when she inquired. To look at him, you’d think that he was
some malnourished junkie, but he wasn’t that at all. Matt was actually an
extremely intelligent guy who had more important things on his mind than eating
or getting his hair cut. Miranda had actually discovered the inner Matt, and
the more she got to know him, the more she appreciated his brilliance and
overlooked his idiosyncrasies.
She closed the cupboard doors and turned around, folding one of the bags while
she watched Matt line up the yogurt in alphabetical order. She had heard other
people refer to him as "that retard in apartment 3A", and feelings of rage had
built up inside her. They would never know how brilliant he really is, because
they would never take the time to find out.
"I finished my project today and shipped it off," he stated, standing up and
closing the fridge door. "I also received a bunch of checks from Hastier, Inc.,
for something."
"They still owed you the last 2 payments on your reengineering of their
inventory system. I wrote them a very nice but firm letter, so hopefully
they’ve paid up."
Matt shrugged and smiled as Miranda rolled her eyes. "You sign them and I’ll
drop them off at the bank tomorrow."
He sat at the table and started scribbling his name across the checks. As he
signed each one, he handed it to her, and she went through his invoice book and
marked it paid.
"You really should keep better records, Matt. How about taking some time and
whipping up a quick program where we can keep track of all this stuff on the
computer?"
She asked him this several times a month, and he always just smiled and said he
would get to it after he finished the jobs that paid. Tucking the checks into
her pocket, she thought about Matt’s jobs that paid. They not only paid him,
but they paid him very well. He was an independent software contractor and was
quite well known in the field. He had told her that he once had tried to work
for a software company but had problems following their rules. He couldn’t
work 9 to 5. Sometimes he would work 23 hours in a row, then sleep for 4 or 5
hours, and work another 23 hours. Other times he would not work for a couple of
days, and then he would go back at it, fast and furious.
As they became friends, Miranda started stopping by every other day and seeing
if he needed anything. At first she would just pick up some milk or bread for
him, and then she found that she was picking up his groceries. Soon after that,
she found that she was doing his banking for him, because she once found over
$6,000.00 worth of checks sitting on his table along with a few thousand
dollars worth of bills. Together they had gone through the bills and readied
them for payment, and the next day she took his checks to the bank and
deposited them into his account. Matt had told her that he used to have someone
who helped him with all his "stuff", but he wouldn’t discuss who it was or why
that person was no longer helping him.
Miranda rubbed her temples and tried to focus on the papers in front of her.
"Another headache?" Matt asked, looking at her with a very concerned face.
She leaned back in her chair and tilted her head back, still rubbing her
temples. "I think it’s the same one; way too much tension in my life and not
enough sex."
"Miranda!" Matt gasped and snickered.
She looked at him and smiled, "Sorry, Matt, just stating the facts."
"Way too much information," he said, staring at her. "But, then again, you are
a woman in your very early thirties, which means you’re at your sexual peek.
Your hormones are probably running high."
"Thanks for reminding me," she said glumly.
"Hey! I have something that might help you!" he said, jumping out of his chair
and taking off down the hall.
"Help my lack of sex problem?" she called out and could just about hear him
blushing when he yelled back that that was gross.
Reluctantly, she pulled herself out of the chair and followed him. His living
room was not really a living room. It was filled with desks covered with
computers and printers. He had 7 computers, and all the desks were in a big
circle so he could flit from one to another on his rolling chair. He had
removed the carpet so he could move quickly from one desk to another. She moved
down the bare hall and turned into the larger of the two bedrooms where Matt
kept his "inventions".
"Geeze, Matt, this room looks worse than ever. I think you should just close
the door and condemn it!"
Matt was either ignoring her or he didn’t hear her as he searched through
piles of wires and cables, mumbling to himself. Miranda looked around the room
at what would have been a garage sale nightmare. He had boxes of unidentifiable
items piled high along one wall, and his homemade workbench was filled with
gadgets and tools. It was incredible to her that his "real" workspace was so
clean and organized and his "play" space was such a mess. It was like the
difference between night and day.
"Aha, here it is!" he said, gathering up two little pieces in his hands and
holding them out to her.
"What the hell is it?" she asked, picking one of the pieces up and studying it.
It was about an inch long and maybe half an inch thick. An outer coating of
clear pink, rubbery plastic covered what appeared to be a silver metal
cylinder. She turned it over in her hand to see that on the other side the
plastic was molded into a suction cup. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
He laughed. "Let me explain." He took it out of her hand. "Okay, say you feel
tension in the back of your neck. You take this little part and… hmm, stick
out your tongue."
"I feel tension in my neck so I should stick out my tongue?"
"No, uhmm, just stick out your tongue."
She shrugged and stuck out her tongue and he rubbed the suction cup against it.
"Ewww," she gagged, "don’t put that thing in my mouth; I don’t know where
it’s been!"
He moved behind her and pushed her blonde hair over her shoulder. Suddenly she
felt something wet and cold on the base of her neck. It wasn’t heavy; it just
felt kind of strange.
"Now," he said, "here is the beauty of this little machine."
She watched as he turned a dial on a little black box and suddenly her neck
began to vibrate, startling her for a second. He turned the dial more and
looked at her as the vibrations became stronger.
"Mmmm, Matt, that actually feels pretty good."
He handed her the little controller, "Here, you can borrow it. I have to warn
you though, I've noticed that when it's near most kinds of electronic
equipment, like a computer or something, it tends to have a mind of its own."
Miranda wasn't really listening as she turned the dial up higher and felt the
vibrations run through her body, causing quite a sensation.
She smiled at Matt; "Well, I better get home. Thanks for this thing."
After he closed the door behind her, she heard him doing up all of the chains
and locks. She smiled to herself as she unlocked her door and entered her own
apartment.
~~~
She was reading a budget report when Rob walked into her office and flopped in
one of the chairs on the other side of her desk. She looked up from her report
and smiled at him.
"Hey."
"Hi, gorgeous, how are ya?" he said, smiling as he stretched out in the chair.
"Fighting a headache still, but otherwise I'm top notch." She smiled at him,
studying his light blue eyes behind his gold-framed glasses.
"Did you take some Aspirin?" he asked.
"Yup, didn't help," she replied, thinking about how much she'd like to be
running her fingers through his sandy blonde hair.
"Getting lots of sleep?"
"Yup, nothing else happening in my bed," she said, smirking.
He grinned and her heart fluttered. They had been friends for about 6 months
now and kind of dating for the past 2 months; the sexual tension between them
was electrifying. Rob had opened his own law firm 7 months previously in the
office space directly across the hall from where she ran her little printing
business, and he was always coming over to make photocopies -- or so he said.
He had worked for a large firm of almost 20 years when he decided to pack it in
and go out on his own. Although he had made partner, it just wasn’t what he
saw himself doing for the rest of his life, so when he turned 40 he decided to
make the change.
Miranda and her assistant, Jessie, had watched Rob move in with great
curiosity, and after all of his things were moved in, they went over and
visited him, telling him that it was a "welcome to the building" visit,
although it was actually a fact-finding mission. They found no pictures of a
wife and kids, and he wasn’t wearing a wedding band. After further
investigation they found out that he was single, so that made him fair game.
Jessie figured that she should get first dibs at him since she was 37 and now
single. She said that, since she was closer to his age, that that made her the
number one candidate. Miranda was 33 and had a much better chance of "hooking
one on the outside", Jessie explained to her one day. Miranda had only laughed
and told her to "go for it", although she admitted to herself that if Jessie
actually succeeded, she would have been very disappointed.
As it turned out, Jessie did not succeed, and Miranda never bothered trying.
She didn’t have to; she and Rob had hit it off right away. So far, there had
been nothing sexual between them, which definitely explained the tension.
"Maybe you need to lose at poker again," he smirked, putting his hands behind
his head and looking at her smugly.
Miranda tossed the paper she was holding onto her desk and leaned over, smiling
at him. "I believe I still owe you something from the game two weeks ago."
"Why, yes, I believe you do, young lady," he said. "And I have a signed
document saying that you'll do anything I tell you to do."
Miranda blinked. "I don't think so, Counselor. I think I'm supposed to buy you
a drink or sleep with you or something."
"No, no... it's true," he said as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket
and dug around until he pulled out a small piece of paper and handed to her.
Miranda took the paper and unfolded it.
"Read it out loud," Rob suggested.
"Okay, let's see. I, Miranda Robertson, being of sound mind and utterly sexy
body…" She laughed and looked up at him. "Who wrote this?"
"You dictated and I wrote it since you were mildly inebriated."
"Oh, that would explain why I don't remember it, huh? Okay, uhmmm, sound mind
and utterly sexy body, do solemnly swear that I shall abide by the orders given
to me by my... are you sure I said all this?"
Rob and nodded and smiled. "Continue, please."
"Sheesh! …given to me by my soon-to-be Master, Robert James, who is not only
of sound mind but one fucking sexy body. I will do as he asks for the period of
8 hours."
Miranda looked up at Rob who was grinning from ear to ear. "I don't think this
is going to hold up in court. I mean, I was drunk and you took advantage of my
state."
Rob sat up and leaned his elbows on her desk, dropping his chin in his hands.
"I have 4 paid witnesses from said poker game that will swear you were
definitely of sound mind and -- I can add myself -- utterly sexy body,
Miranda."
She narrowed her eyes at him, "What exactly do you have in mind?"
The phone rang and she excused herself to answer it as Rob continued to stare
at her. As much as she wanted to make it look like she was going to contest
that little piece of paper, she was actually excited about being some sort of a
slave to Rob.
"Oh, hi, Matt; what's up?"
"I wanted to know if you still have the device I gave you yesterday for your
headache? I have this cool idea on how to upgrade it."
"Uhmmm, I don't know Matt, let me check my purse."
She put Matt on hold and fetched her purse from where she had tossed it that
morning on a chair. Sitting back down at her desk, she started pulling its
contents out as Rob watched with amusement.
"Does one woman really need that many tubes of lipstick at once?" he
questioned.
Miranda shot him a look and pulled out Matt's device, as he called it. She
picked up the phone and pushed the line. "Yup, I have it right here with me,
Matt. I can drop it off when I get home if you want."
"Thanks, Miranda! I've got this really cool idea. I'm gonna take the..." Matt's
voice trailed off as she stared over at Rob who was staring back and smiling at
her. He pointed to the device and held his hand out.
"That sounds great Matt... uh, huh..." She dropped both pieces into Rob's
outstretched hand and leaned back in her chair, recrossing her legs as she
closed her eyes. It was no use trying to tell Matt that she was busy or
couldn't talk right now, because he'd just continue talking anyway.
Rob studied the little black control box and turned the dial. Suddenly the
other piece started to vibrate in his hand; the more he turned the dial, the
more it vibrated. Rob smiled to himself as he set the controller on Miranda's
desk and started walking around the room with the cylinder held tightly in his
palm, vibrating.
"Matt, I really need to... uh, huh..."
Rob smiled and walked out of Miranda's office to the front door and then over
to Jessie's desk.
"How are ya, Jess?" he asked, squeezing his palm.
Jessie looked up and smiled, "I'd be better if you'd tell me that you wanted to
toss me on the floor and make wild passionate love to me." Rob laughed and
smiled.
"No, huh?" she said, smiling back at him. "Well, in that case, I think I'll go
out and grab something to eat." She grabbed her purse and stood up,
straightening her long skirt.
"Enjoy," Rob said and moved back, opening the door.
"Trying to get rid of me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course not!" he said, trying to put on his best 'shocked expression'.
Jessie laughed, mumbled 'yah, right' and headed out the door. Rob watched her
as she walked down the hall and into the elevator. He squeezed his hand tight
over the little cylinder as it continued to vibrate in his hand.
>From inside her office, he could still hear Miranda talking to Matt and he
>smiled. Opening the door, he walked across the hall to his small office and
>sat behind the front desk where, if he had a full time secretary, she would
>sit. The vibrations in his hand hadn't lessened any, and that made him grin
>mischievously. He pulled himself out of the chair and headed back across the
>hall.
When he had first moved in, it had been hard to get used to the hall walls
being totally made of glass. All of the offices had blinds, which could easily
make them private. At first, Rob left his closed all the time, but soon he
started opening them in the morning and left them that way. He liked sitting in
the outer office and looking across the hall as Miranda walked around, talking
to customers or Jessie. Sometimes she just paced back and forth when she was
thinking, and he found that the most distracting of all. He'd watch her long
legs as she paced, and then he would slowly scan up her body until his eyes
settled on her beautiful face. She looked very lost when she was thinking; she
completely tuned out the rest of the world and concentrated, which made it easy
for him to stare at her without her knowing it.
He entered her office and sat back down in the chair across from her desk.
Picking up the controller, he spun the dial until the vibrations stopped.
"That really sounds perfect, Matt, but, honey, I really need to go; a customer
just came in and needs to be serviced."
Rob stifled a laugh as Miranda looked at him and grinned. "Okay, I'll see you
when I get home. Bye, Matt." She hung up the phone and rubbed her ear. "That
boy goes from one extreme to another. One day you have to force him to talk,
and then next day you're looking for the duct tape for his mouth."
Rob laughed and smiled at her as he leaned back in his chair and openly studied
her face.
"What?" she asked.
"I thought you were going to service me," he said. "I mean, it would be a shame
to lie, especially to Matt."
"And just how may I be of service to you, Counselor?" she asked, leaning over
her desk.
"Well, Missy, you can start by paying off this debt that you owe me. I mean,
it's been a couple of weeks now and your account is still outstanding. I'd hate
to have to take legal action against you."
Miranda frowned. "Gee, I'd hate to get that kind of a reputation. You know, as
someone who doesn't pay up. Plus, I don't know any really good lawyers."
Rob nodded in agreement, ignoring her last comment. "So are you going to pay
up, or what?"
"Depends on the price," she said, her blue eyes shining at him.
"What is this thing?" he asked, pointing to the device.
"Ahhh, well, that is one of Matt's infamous inventions. He gave it to me last
night for my headache." Rob gave her a quizzical look and she continued. "There
is a little suction cup on one side of the pink thing, and you lick it and
stick it to wherever ails you, and then turn on the controller and the pain
goes away after being vibrated out of your body. I highly recommend it."
"Vibration can be a good thing," Rob said, smiling innocently.
"Depends on how charged your batteries are," Miranda shot back, smiling broadly
at him.
"Oh, Baby, you know my batteries are included, therefore the Energizer Bunny
has nothing on me." He picked up the piece of paper off her desk. "Actually
this states that you'll do anything I tell you to do; there are no conditions
save running naked down the street and screaming "take me", which I won't have
you do for the simple fact that I don't want you offering yourself to anyone
but me."
She laughed, "What do you have in mind then?"
"You have to do whatever I ask, correct?"
"Within reason, I will."
Rob smiled. "Oh, I think this is very reasonable, Miranda, and the best part is
that you really don't have to do anything after the initial setup."
She raised a brow and wondered just what the hell he was talking about. He sat
up in his chair and picked up the little cylinder off her desk and held it out
to her. She took it and looked at him, confused.
"And?" she asked.
Rob took the controller and sat back in his chair, putting his hands behind his
head and grinning at her.
"That's your half and this is mine," he said, showing her the controller.
"And?" she questioned, feeling kind of slow for not getting what he was talking
about.
"And you're going to wear that part," he said.
"Wear it? Wear it where? I think..." Her mind popped into pervert mode. He
couldn't possibly mean… no. She looked over at him and didn't say a word. If
what she was thinking was correct, she wanted to hear him say it.
"Where?"
"Yes, Robert; where am I to wear this?" she whispered.
He moved forward and leaned on the edge of her desk, looking her directly in
the eye. "You're going to take that little device and slip it into your
panties. But it's not just going to ‘sit’ there. You're going to slide it
between your pussy lips and place it against your clit."
Miranda blinked and squeezed her thighs together at the thought. Rob had never
been so forward with her before; she'd never even heard him swear. This was
definitely a turn-on. He continued, "And then you're going to do whatever it is
that you had planned to do today."
Miranda looked at him and blinked. It wasn't what he was saying that shocked
her; it was that it was Rob who was saying it to her. Up until this point in
time they had tossed a lot of sexual innuendoes back and forth, but this was an
entirely new ballgame.
"That's it?" she asked. It seemed a little too easy.
"Yup, that's it," Rob said, smiling at her.
"Okay, well, I'll just pop down to the ladies room and do it so we can continue
on with our day."
Rob shook his head. "I don't think so; I'm going to need some proof that you've
actually placed it where I've requested."
"Proof, huh?" she said. She could feel her body getting warm at the thought of
his hands all over her body. "What kind of proof?"
"The ‘seeing is believing’ kind of proof. After all, I am a lawyer."
Miranda leaned over her desk and studied his handsome face. "Has it occurred to
you, Counselor, that we haven't even really even kissed before -- I mean a
passionate-make-me-melt kiss -- and now you want a viewing of my naked body?"
Rob stood up and walked around her desk. Reaching down, he grabbed the arms of
her chair and gave it a half-spin until she was facing him. Leaning down, he
cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lips softly. He inhaled her sweet
fragrance as his lips pressed harder against hers. Miranda tilted her head
back, running her tongue between his lips, feeling the heat of his hands
against her face. Rob opened his mouth, slipping his tongue between her lips,
their tongues meeting and stroking each other as their lips mashed together.
Miranda moaned against his mouth and Rob pulled away, turned her chair back and
then returned back to where he was sitting before.
"Consider yourself officially kissed," he said, trying not to smile at the
stunned look on her face.
She looked down at the cylinder and then at Rob, "You're serious, aren't you?"
"Very."
Miranda looked around. Was she really about to do this? Which panties did she
wear today? Rob was staring at her, his eyes burning her skin, and she could
still feel the heat of his kiss against her lips.
"Shall I close the blinds and lock the door?" He stood up and smiled.
"Where's Jessie?" she whispered.
"She went out for lunch about half and hour ago," Rob whispered back,
completely amused.
"Just close my door then. Jessie will get suspicious if she comes back and the
front door is locked."
"This'll only take a minute, Miranda, and you know that Jessie could never do a
half-hour lunch break. We'll be lucky if she's back in an hour."
Rob looked out into the outer office and then closed the door. He turned and
looked at one uncomfortable-looking Miranda. There was something about her that
almost made you want to put her into a position like this. She was a very
strong-willed person who you just wanted to see taking orders for a change. He
smiled softly at her. Of course, had she said that she wouldn't do it -- had
she really not wanted to do it -- he would have known and dropped the idea.
"I'm not sure how to go about this," she said honestly. She could feel herself
getting wet just at the thought of doing this -- the thought of Rob that close
to her.
"Let's see," he pretended to ponder the situation. "How about hiking up that
skirt and sitting up on your desk? I can work around your panties."
She took a deep breath and moved to the front of her desk. She knew why he was
doing this. He had mentioned several times before about her need to always be
in control and, admittedly, it was true. He wanted to see how she fared on the
other side of the tracks.
Rob sat back down in the chair and she stood in front of him, taking the hem of
her skirt and slowly pulling it up over her hips. She watched him watching her
hem rise and thought she'd be seeing his pants doing the same soon. He was
mesmerized as the material slowly moved up her thighs. She had gorgeous legs
and her thighs were shapely and firm. Miranda pulled the skirt up around her
waist, watching Rob's face as she uncovered her little black sheer panties. She
knew that he would be seeing that she had no pubic hair, and she wondered what
he would think of that. She could feel her pussy slowly dripping and wetting
the crotch of her panties. One rub of her clit and she was thought she would
probably cum on the spot.
"Oh, right," she said, "I'm supposed to be sitting on my desk." Slowly, she
backed herself against the desk and sat up on it, spreading her knees wide
apart. There was something about the situation that was so sexy -- so dangerous
-- so very sensuous.
Rob was staring at her panties, feeling his cock twitching in his briefs. He
wasn't even sure he could move. Through the sheerness of her panties he could
see her bare pussy lips, and now he couldn't take his eyes off them. He fought
the urge to move the material aside and slide his tongue up between those
glossy lips. He could see what the situation was doing to her by the wetness
shining through her panties.
"Rob?"
"God, you're beautiful, Miranda," he said without thinking about what he was
saying.
"Thanks, but Rob, I have a meeting in 15 minutes, and I'd prefer that Mr.
Patterson not see my on my desk with my legs spread. He's hard enough to fend
off when I'm fully dressed."
Rob broke out of his trance and pulled his chair over between her legs. With a
slightly shaking hand, he picked up the cylinder off the desk and rolled it
between his thumb and forefinger. He looked up and her and smiled, melting when
she smiled so innocently back at him.
"I guess I have to wet this, huh?"
"Check again Mr. James, I believe the point of contact is already wet enough."
Rob decided to take her up on that offer and check. He hooked his finger around
the side of the crotch of her panties and pulled the thin material over to the
side. He caught his breath and his mouth felt dry. His cock was doing flips
inside of his pants, and he tried to ignore its pleas for release. Very
lightly, he ran his finger down between her lips and his finger moved between
them very easily. She was right; she was definitely wet enough. He pushed his
finger in deeper, slipping it up until the pad of his finger touched her clit
and he felt her body tremble.
Miranda leaned back on her hands, tilted her head back and closed her eyes. How
embarrassing would it be to cum from a single touch? His finger slid up and
down slowly, ever so gently. A faint moan escaped her lips as she felt him
spread her lips apart and press the cylinder between them.
Rob pressed the suction cup side against her clit and then released her lips.
The cylinder stuck out a little and looked like a swollen clit sticking out.
His cock was throbbing in his pants and screaming to get out as he moved her
panties back over her pussy and covered it up. He pushed his chair back and
watched as Miranda slid off her desk and pulled her skirt back down, swaying
her hips back and forth.
"How does that feel?" he asked, his voice deeper than usual.
"Well, it's going to take a little while to get used to," she said as she
tested walking around. Her panties were tight against her pussy and would
probably hold the cylinder in place -- or at least she hoped they would. It
might be kind of hard to explain something like that dropping out of her skirt.
She walked around her desk and felt it rubbing against her clit.
After sitting down, she crossed her legs and pulled herself up under her desk.
Looking at Rob, she smiled as she watched him wiggle around in his chair. She
could see the effect that she had had on him.
"You realize that I'm going to have a hundred silent orgasms today," she said.
"Oh, Miranda, don't make them all silent, please." His face looked very serious
as he stood up and leaned over her desk. "I want at least the last 10 to be
very loud and in my ear." He leaned over further and kissed her softly before
standing up and walking over to the door. After unlocking it, he swung it open
and then turned back to her, "At least 10," he repeated before he walked out,
smiling to himself.
Jessie surprised him as she walked in the door just as he was about to leave.
He grinned at her and slipped out the door with his hand in his pocket, slowly
rubbing the little controller with his thumb.
~~
"These are very good, Mike, but let me suggest this." Miranda quickly took a
copy of his sketch and made a few changes to his very rough work. She liked it
when clients showed her what they wanted, but she had to be very careful not to
step on their feelings when she changed it all around. They sat in the outer
office at a big round table so they could spread all of the artwork around and
not have to worry about losing any of it on Miranda's desk. She crossed her
legs and leaned against the table.
Rob looked up from his file. Miranda was drawing out something; her pencil was
flying across a piece of paper as the guy sitting across from her appeared to
be trying to look down her blouse. He smiled; it was time.
>From his pocket he removed the controller and held it in the palm of his hand.
>Pressing his thumb against the dial, he started to turn it slowly. His eyes
>never left her as he continued to move the dial, very slowly. He could tell
>the precise second that it connected, because she jumped and then tried to
>collect herself. Rob smiled; it was going to be a very good day.
"Something wrong?" Mike Patterson asked, staring at Miranda and wondering why
she had jumped. She had moved and ruined his view of the tops of her breasts.
"No, I'm fine -- just a sharp pain in my side. I guess I ate lunch too fast."
She smiled at him to reassure him that she was indeed fine, when she really
wasn't. The cylinder was vibrating hard against her clit, making her want to
pull up her skirt and drive two fingers into her pussy and finger fuck herself
into one mind-blowing orgasm. Instead she tightened her thighs and went back to
work. She knew Rob was watching her from his office and decided that if she
ignored the divine vibrations that were seeping into her body that maybe he
would give up and turn it off. Seconds later it stopped and she grinned.
"Okay, let's see how this looks." Miranda picked up the paper she had been
working with and went over to the copier and made a copy of it and handed it to
Mike. She leaned over the desk beside him and pointed out why she made certain
changes. Just as she was about to stand up again, Rob turned the dial to full
power and she felt her knees go weak and she let out a loud moan.
Mike jumped out of his chair and Jesse came running over to her.
"Are you okay?" Jesse asked, rubbing her back.
The vibrations shot through her body and she bent over, holding the table for
support. As her legs weakened, she squeezed her thighs together and tried to
fight her pending orgasm. The vibrations stopped and then started again; over
and over, faster and faster, Rob turned the dial off and on quickly.
"Oh, God!" Miranda whispered.
"Miranda, are you okay? Do you need..." Jessie's voice trailed off as Miranda
squeezed her eyes shut tight and her body began to shake uncontrollably. The
wave washed through her body, and when she tried to stand back up, her head
started to spin. Mike helped her sit down as Jessie ran to the water cooler and
got her a drink. She handed the paper cup to Miranda and studied her face
carefully.
"What's up with you? What did you have for lunch?"
Miranda ignored Jessie and Mike and glanced across the hall to see Rob sitting
behind the front desk, studying the papers on the desk in front of him. She
could see him grinning and wanted to go over there and wipe that grin off his
face. He was going to pay for that one.
"I'm fine," she said, returning her attention to the two concerned faces
looking at her. Mike was looking at her kind of strangely and she was afraid to
ask him why. Could he tell that she just came?
"Okay, let's try this again, Mike. I suggest that we move this smaller text
down to the bottom of the card and..." The vibrations started again and her
head began to spin.
"And what?"
"And..."
The vibrations stopped and then started again harder. The cylinder pounded
against her pussy, sending sensations to every nerve ending in her body.
"Would you excuse me for a moment?" she asked Mike. He nodded and she stood up
and walked slowly into her office, closing the door behind her. Sitting behind
her desk, she picked up her phone and dialed a number.
"Are we having fun?" she hissed before he could say anything.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I certainly am. Actually, by the look on
your face a few minutes ago, you were definitely having fun."
"Rob, I can't think when you turn that thing on."
"Like this?" He turned the dial and Miranda moaned loudly over the phone. Rob
felt his cock twitching again and moved his hand down over it and started to
rub it under the desk.
"Stop that!" she hissed as she leaned back in her chair and spread her legs.
She pulled her skirt up and rubbed her fingers against her drenched panties.
"Was it a good orgasm, Miranda?" he asked softly.
"There's such a thing as a bad one?"
Rob laughed; she had a point there. "What are you doing over there? Your
breathing is a little ragged."
"If you must know, I'm sitting in my chair with my legs spread and I'm rubbing
my pussy."
"Mmmmm," he whispered, "Now move the material over and push a finger into your
wet pussy, Baby." He shifted around in his chair and wished he had closed the
blinds.
Miranda moved the crotch over and slipped one finger between her lips and
pressed it inside. She moaned as her finger entered.
"Now another one," Rob whispered from the other end of the phone.
Miranda shoved another finger into her pussy and felt it contract around them.
She pressed her thumb against the cylinder as her fingers moved deeper into her
wetness.
"Now fuck yourself, Miranda."
"Oh, God," she moaned as she started pumping her fingers in and out of her
pussy. She moaned and fucked herself faster and harder, moaning and whimpering
into the phone as Rob whispered into her ear, listening to her breathing speed
up.
"Cum for me, Miranda. Cum for me, Baby." The sounds of her moans and whimpers
were driving him insane. He was starting to wonder how good of an idea this was
exactly. His desire to drive her over the brink was backfiring as he could
barely hold himself back from cumming with her.
"Oh!" Miranda moaned and then the phone dropped onto the floor. She leaned
further in her chair, spreading her legs farther apart and driving her fingers
into her cunt so hard she could hear the sounds of her fingers slapping against
her pussy. "Oh, God..." she moaned as her pussy muscles tightened around her
fingers, and she bit her lip as her body started to shake. Her moans were
picked up fine by the phone, and Rob rubbed his cock harder through his pants,
his eyes closed as he imagined her cumming. He shook himself out of his dreamy
state as he heard her pick up the phone, panting slightly.
"I have to get back out there," she whispered and hung up the phone before he
could answer.
She walked out the door, hoping that they didn't hear her in there. Jessie
raised an eyebrow and went back to her desk. Mike was standing, holding his
briefcase in his hand.
"We'll go with what you mapped out, Miranda," he said, smiling at her. "I'll
just be going now. I think maybe you should go home and get some rest; you look
a little flushed."
"I'm sorry, Mike. I think you're right. Maybe I've caught the flu or
something." As she talked to him, she looked over at Rob who grinned and waved
at her. After Mike left, she looked over at Jessie.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing, Miranda. Nothing at all."
"Oh, come on, Jessie. You've got something on your mind, so speak!"
Jessie spun around in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. "You had
sex with Rob, didn't you? You've got that ‘just fucked’ look all over your
face."
"I did not have sex with Rob!"
Jessie narrowed her eyes. "Then why do you look like that?"
"I don't look like anything! You have a very overactive imagination. Now I'm
going back to work, and you should do the same." Miranda turned on her heel and
walked back into her office, sitting in her chair and staring at the wall. She
sighed and flicked on her computer. As the system booted up, the cylinder
started to vibrate again.
"You just don't give up, do you?" she said to Rob, who was nowhere around.
She logged in and started working on a project that was almost due, the
cylinder vibrating happily between her pussy lips. She shifted in her chair,
fighting the urge to hike her skirt up again.
"You busy?"
[continued - part 2 of 2]
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