Deirdre's Strange Desires

Deirdre was an ordinary office girl. But when an odd object caught her attention, she began having strange desires.

 

(F, MF, FF)

By: Deirdre H., as told to Punchinello for Pulp Erotica

 

Chicago, 1967

It started innocently enough. I was working at my desk on a calm Thursday afternoon. I'd never had such strange desires before. But it wasn't long before I found myself able to think of only one thing—and one thing led to another.

The week nearly over, I was finishing up my light workload, my mind occasionally drifting to vaguely sexy thoughts of relaxing at home over the weekend. Just then, a consultant on a project for my company came back from lunch with a strange object. He was occupying the cubicle beside mine, which is in the corner, so I didn't get a good look at it at first. I just caught a glimpse of what looked like a small, beige-colored ball.

"Stress balls" are common where I work, so I didn't think much of it at the time. These are little rubber balls meant to help relieve tension when you squeeze them or toss them around. But this consultant—I'll call him "Dan"—was a studly young man, handsome and single. And he seemed like the kind of guy who thrived on stress—the last guy you would think would need stress-relief toys in his cubicle.

Since there were files stored the empty cubicle across from his, I sometimes did a little work there. That gave me the excuse to wander over and keep my eye on Dan. He was talking with "Diane," who sat in the cubicle on the other side of his, about some aspect of the project. I couldn't see the object at first, but after a few minutes, Diane went around to her own desk, and Dan sat down at his.

I immediately saw that the object wasn't a soft, squishy ball, but a hard rubber ball with knobs all over it, like an old World War II floating mine. It was just about the size of my fist, with rounded knobs about the size of my fingertips.

Dan took it by the long cord attached to it and sat down in his chair. He tucked the ball between the chair and his shoulder and began to move against it, hard and slowly, working the knobs into the thick muscle. A wave of desire washed over me as I watched this handsome man give himself a slow, deep massage. Suddenly, I desperately wanted to do little self-massaging too.

The look on Dan's face was adorable. It was a look of casual, sensual pleasure, blissful as he loosened muscles tired and achy from working long hours in front of a computer. He stretched and twisted, arching his back to work the tense muscles. Completely unaware of me, he finished his little relaxation session and dropped the massage ball on the desk.

As he went back to work, I examined the entrancing object from a distance. Those little nubs were just the right size.… That hard rubber would give just a little.… In an instant I decided I had to get my hands on that ball and tuck it between my legs. I knew I could ride that little lover all the way to a mind-numbing orgasm!

I turned away and let my hand slip down my body under the desktop. Discreetly, I raised my skirt a little and began to slowly rub my warm, moist box thru my white cotton panties. I couldn't believe how hot I had become just watching Dan relieve a little professional tension! I knew there was no way I could go all the way with Dan in the next cubicle. If I went any further at all, he would surely have overheard my heavy breathing.

I went back to my cubicle in the corner and tried to relax. I had work I needed to do, but I was in no mood for it. I was horny as hell, and couldn't keep my mind on my work for five minutes straight. I knew it was kinky, but I just had to get my hands on that massage ball. I needed relief!

I tried fingering myself at my desk, out of view of the other cubicles and in little danger of anyone passing by. I worked my finger against the hem of my panties, pressing it against my clit as I stroked, getting hotter and hotter by the minute. But I knew that even if I got off, I wouldn't be able to stop thinking about rubbing up against the hard rubber nodules that covered Dan's sexy little ball. I imagined him pressing it firmly against my damp mound, holding in place as I rocked back and forth—lightly fondling my breasts thru the thin fabric of my blouse.

God, it was driving me crazy!

As soon as Dan left his desk for a moment, I went over and look more closely at the ball. It was indeed about the size of my fist and creamy beige. The rubber was hard, but not too hard—just as I thought. God, I couldn't believe I was transferring my lust to this innocent little toy!

I kept a lookout for Dan—and Diane—fearing either of them would return suddenly. I knew Dan well enough that he would probably offer to loan me the ball if I looked interested, but that wasn't good enough. I had to have it secretly. If he looked me in the eye, I knew he would see right thru me—it would be that obvious what I really wanted.

I put the ball back and slipped around the corner to my desk just in plenty of time to catch a glimpse of Dan returning. He casually began working again, blissfully unaware that I had—only seconds before—been fondling his massage ball with the kinkiest of intentions.

 

I stayed later than usual, hardly able to stand it as Dan picked up a few things and left. I worried jealously. Was he leaving for the day? Was he just going to a late afternoon meeting? Did he take it with him? Did he stick it in a drawer? I could barely contain myself as he walked down the hall.

I nonchalantly peeked around the corner into his cubicle and breathed a sigh of relief. It was still there! Without a backward glance, I snatched it up and ducked back to my cubby-hole.

Feeling its weight in my hand for the first time, gripping it firmly, I whole body flushed with taboo excitement. At first, I tried to be casual and tuck it between my back and the chair. I leaned into it with a girlish grin and felt the same deep massage action Dan had felt. The long cord hung over my shoulder and gave me excellent control over where the ball was located. I tossed off my shoes and undid a button on my blouse.

But it wasn't long before my hand slowly made its way up my thigh and under my skirt. I continued my ‘foreplay' with a little more careful kneading of my warm, moist slit. At last—checking again for Dan—I pulled the massage ball free of the chair and tucked it up under my skirt. I sat all the way back in the chair and pressed the prickly little ball into my crotch. Then I eased forward, leaning into it, pushing hard against the little nubs.

Soon, I was breathing hard, rocking back and forth, trying to stay as quiet so I wouldn't alert Diane, but striving for complete release. I could feel my body approaching a powerful climax. The knobby ball dug into the wet groove in my panties like nothing else I'd ever tried. I could feel myself giving up control, gasping for breath, pushing harder and harder on the ball. I rocked back and forth faster and faster, biting my lip, moaning tiny, desperate moans.

In a flash, I came—gushing into orgasm. A hot rush of pleasure spread thru me, pouring out of my poor, tortured pussy. The ecstasy rose and fell like foamy waves breaking against a shoreline. I worked the little ball back and forth just a little more, intensifying the final waves of pleasure. I gave one last gasp and heaved a quiet, halting sigh as I eased off the ball. Tiny, but intense, surges of delight ran thru me.

I sat back and breathed slowly and deeply, amazed at the intensity of the orgasm I had just experienced. I looked around, a little fearful my enthusiasm had given me away.

Then came the voice. "If you're finished, can I have my massage ball back?"

Oh my God!

I couldn't even look at him. The blood rose in my face, and I flushed bright red. I could hear the smile in his voice, tho—a playful tone.

"I'm sorry for watching, but that was incredibly sexy," he said quietly.

I blushed deeply again and smiled uncontrollably. I could speak a word. The embarrassment could not have been more awful if he had actually caught me naked.

"Oh my God," I finally managed to whisper.

Dan laughed a fiendish little laugh, obviously loving every second of this torturous embarrassment.

I cooled myself with one waving hand and covered my mouth with the other. Not knowing what else to do—other than scream—I laughed a little. I couldn't believe what was happening.

I slowly pulled the massage ball out from between my legs by the cord. Not knowing what else to do, I wiped it self-consciously on the inside of my skirt.

"I'm sorry," I peeped. "I…"

"That's all right," Dan said, grinning even bigger. "That's perfectly all right."

"Oh my God," I said again. "I am so embarrassed…." I kept my voice as quiet as I could. Anyone overhearing would surely have realized we weren't just talking business.

Dan came over to my chair and kneeled down. I turned away, still far too abashed to face him. "Anytime you want to borrow it, you go right ahead."

I glanced at him sideways. He was smiling a big, satisfied smile. "I am going to die," I murmured.

"No you're not," he assured me. Then he put his hand on my knee. "That was the most unbelievably sexy thing I've ever seen." He took a long pause. "I hope I get to see it again sometime."

"Oh my God," I groaned. I turned away, red with embarrassment all over again. "I can't believe this…"

"I'm serious," Dan said. "Look at me. Look what you've done to me."

I looked over my shoulder at him. He displayed the bulge of a huge hard-on thru his trousers. "I need some relief…," he said suggestively.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Are you serious?"

"What else am I going to do about this?" he asked softly, shrugging his shoulders.

I stood up and looked around. By then, it was late in the afternoon and many people had already gone home. No one was nearby. I sat down again and looked him in the eye. "You want to?"

Dan wordlessly unzipped his fly and reached inside his trousers. His stiff cock strained hard against his underwear—the tip peeked out as he pulled on it. I reached down and pushed the fabric down, out of the way. Suddenly, I was faced with a huge, hard cock right in front of me. I didn't suck guys very often—even boyfriends I had had. But this time, the danger of getting caught made me so hot my mouth watered with anticipation. I couldn't believe how eager I was for it!

Without another word, I lowered my mouth onto Dan's big prick and began to stroke the shaft with one hand. He groaned softly the moment my lips wrapped around the head. He really was in an incredibly aroused state. I knew it wouldn't take long to get him off.

He bent over slightly to lean on the back of my chair. This kept him out of view below the cubicle walls and put him at a better angle for me. I sucked hard on his hot dick, trying to keep quiet but still get the most sensation I could. I fingered my pussy again as I sucked, working my finger deep inside my still-wet hole.

Soon, the action of my warm tongue against the long shaft of Dan's cock made him moan and writhe. I could feel his balls in my hand tense for an orgasm. I kept sucking hard, taking just a moment now and then to ease off and lick it up and down, playing with the tip, tonguing the groove down its front.

Then Dan's whole body tensed. He grabbed my head and ran his hands thru my hair. I stopped fingering my slit and held his dick in both hands, sucking up and down as hard as I could. Dan stopped suddenly, burying his rock-hard prick deep in my mouth. I held it firmly and stroked him roughly as he spurted come deep down my throat. The hot jism left a trail of warmth down the inside of my throat.

Dan gasped when I began to suck on his prick as he slid it out. He laughed as he caught his breath. And I licked the tip of it again before he could pull away.

I smiled and licked my lips as Dan zipped up, savoring the taste of his dick and the feel of his come in my throat.

"Good," I said smiling. This time it was his turn to blush.

"That was…fantastic," Dan stammered.

"Thanks," I said with a smile. "I hope we get the chance to do it again sometime."

It wasn't until the next day that Diane "let it slip" that she had been aware of the whole encounter....

 

"My God, Dee—" That's what Diane always called me. "What happened?" She and I had known each other for a couple of years—the whole time we had worked at the same company. But she was a few years older, and we rarely talked about men or sex, so I turned very red.

"Oh my God," I said. "Was it really that loud?"

"It wasn't that loud," she said, "but I was right on the other side of the cube. It was totally obvious."

"Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed."

We were walking off lunch along the grassy, wooded area that bordered the parking lot of the corporate campus. It was a beautiful, sunny day with just a little cool wind to keep us from getting too hot. "What I want to know is, how does that sort of thing happen? What did he do, just walk up and say, ‘Hey Deirdre, would you give me a blow job?'"

"No!" I squealed. "God, that's disgusting!"

"Well, come on," she coaxed. "How did it happen?"

"It's a long story, Diane," I said. "And it's very embarrassing."

"Oh come on. How embarrassing can it be?" she asked. "I already heard the dirty part!"

I turned so red again my ears burned. "Stop it!" I whined.

Diane stopped. "You know you want to tell me."

"No I don't!"

"You know you do," she said.

I stood there for a long time. "You really want to know?"

"Everything," she said, leaning close. "Every dirty, sexy, hot, wet detail."

"God, Diane! You pervert!"

"I'm not the one who sucked some guy off in her cubicle, Dee," she teased.

"Stop it! I swear, you need therapy, girl!"

"I think you're the one who needs therapy," she said, sitting down in the shadow of the trees. "Come here and sit down. And tell me all about it." She patted the grass beside her, smiling devilishly.

"You really want to know?"

"Yes!" she squealed. "Dee, I am so jealous!"

"No!"

"Yes! Dan is cute. I don't blame you… Now, tell me."

I started slowly, trying to leave out the shameless way I had molested Dan's innocent massage ball, but there was no way around it. I spilled everything—stealing, fingering, humping, and coming, then sucking, fingering, and swallowing. Diane was dumbstruck.

"Oh my God," she said. "I knew you were up to something before Dan came back, but…. Oh my God!" Now I was embarrassed all over again. Then Diane said, "Now I don't feel so bad…."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

She started to blush. "Well...."

"Diane!" I shrieked. "You got off listening to us?!" She turned bright red, but said nothing. "You sick little monkey! This whole time I've been feeling like a nympho, and here you were, listening in and playing with yourself!"

"I couldn't help it!" she shouted. "It was so hot! You were panting like puppies! God! And Dan was moaning like he couldn't stand it!"

"You are a sicko!" I laughed, and shoved her shoulders.

"I am not! You are the sicko!" she countered. "You are the office slut!" She pushed me back.

"You are!" I said, still laughing. We wrestled back and forth on the grass until we were laughing too hard to continue. Diane fell back on the grass and I fell on top of her, still gripping her shoulders.

"Did you come really hard?" I asked slowly.

"I came so hard I almost fell off my chair," she said. "I thought everyone could hear me."

"Well I couldn't hear you," I said. "I was busy."

"Sorry," she laughed. "Do you want me to do it again?"

"No! God!" I shouted. I hit her playfully. "God!" We were staring right into each others' eyes. "Sicko," I said.

"Slut," she teased.

I gave a shrug and grinned, still leaning over her in the shade of the tall young trees. We were silent for a long moment.

"Do you want to?" I asked timidly.

"You mean do it again?"

"Yeah."

"Oh my God. Are you serious?" she asked, reflexively covering her breasts with her arms. She was really pretty. I'd never had a sexual experience with a woman before, but suddenly I understood why men like women so much. Her skin was smooth and glowing. I wanted to touch her, feel its softness and warmth.

She swallowed hard. "Do you want to watch?"

"Do you want me to?" I brushed my hair away from my face.

"Yes."

Right then I wanted her. I wanted to feel her breasts thru her blouse. I wanted to slide my hand up her skirt and finger her thru her panties. And I wanted to kiss her hard on the lips, and taste her tongue. I could barely stand it.

"Hide me," she said softly.

I moved in front of her, blocking the view of anyone who might be getting into or out of their car in the parking lot. Even the closest cars were many yards away. Even someone looking right at us wouldn't suspect anything.

Diane raised her skirt just a little and reached underneath.

"Higher," I said boldly. "No one can see."

"Oh my God," she breathed. She pulled her skirt up higher, revealing her smooth, creamy thighs and her pink silk panties.

"You wear silk panties?" I said admiringly. She smiled, a little embarrassed again. "Don't stop," I said.

Diane stroked the silky mound between her legs. Her breathing became quick and shallow. She spread her legs wide to reveal everything to me. The pink silk darkened with wetness. I leaned forward, fascinated. Suddenly, I smelled her sex. I smelled her warm, wet pussy as she stroked herself.

I couldn't help but find myself getting hot too. I never imaged what watching another woman masturbate would do to me. A moist warmth spread across my pelvis. I bit my lip as I watched, trying desperately to keep from touching myself.

Diane continue stroking, getting hotter and hotter. She pulled her panties aside and stroked the bare flesh it hid. I reached out to her, slid my hands up her bare thighs. "Let me take your panties off," I said.

She stopped for a moment, coming out of the haze she had slipped into. Her eyes were wide and her wet lips parted, but she didn't say anything to stop me. I took the waistband and pulled her panties down slowly, uncovering the narrow stripe of pubic hair she kept neatly shaved.

She bit her finger timidly when she saw me smile. "Mine is a triangle," I said softly.

She swallowed hard again, and raised herself up so I could tug her panties down over her ass. I watched them cling to her pussy wetly for a moment before coming free. Immediately, she covered herself, but only half in shame. Her middle finger pressed in on her pussy lips just enough to make them part.

"Keep going," I said.

She spread her fingers and pressed harder. I saw the fleshy pink folds of another woman's pussy for the first time right then. I licked my lips and continued to pull off her panties. When I had them down around her ankles, Diane spoke again for the first time in several minutes.

"Take them off," she whispered huskily.

I not only pulled her panties off, I pulled off her shoes as well. Suddenly, she was totally naked from the waist down. Her skirt was pushed far up under her, revealing everything from the gentle swell of her belly to the tips of her bare toes.

I held Diane's wet panties tightly in my fist. I could feel the warm, damp cloth slide against my skin. I put them into my crotch and massaged my own aching cunt. Diane writhed around on the ground in front of me, maddeningly covering and uncovering her crotch.

At last, I couldn't stand it anymore. I reached out and pushed her knees apart gently. She spread her legs wide then, giving me a perfect view as she worked her fingers back and forth across her wet slit. Her other hand was busy massaging her breasts, tweaking her hard nipples thru the blouse and bra she wore. I wished I could have unbuttoned that blouse and unhooked her bra to bare her pale breasts too, uncovering her completely under the warm sun.

Instead, I settled with watching her stroke her naked pussy harder and harder. She gasped for air again and again as she neared climax. Suddenly she began moaning plaintively, crying "yeah, yeah," and bucking hard against her furious fingers.

"Oh fuck," she moaned. "Oh fuck, oh fuck. Mmmmm. Yeah. Come. Come. Make me come! Oh!"

She slowed to a deliberate thrust, crying out with each one. "Yes! Oh! Fuck! Me! Make! Me! Come! Oh! Yes! Oh honey, I'm coming! Oh, Dee, honey, you made me come…"

She settled slowly into a quiet state, lying back exhausted, eyes closed. My breathing was soon noticeably heavier than hers.

"Wow," I said, saying all I could, smiling with admiration.

"Wow," she echoed. "That was intense." She finally opened her eyes again. "I liked that." She smiled with a little embarrassment.

"I liked it too," I said.

"Did you come?" she asked. Her voice was tinged with playful innuendo and timid hope.

"No," I said suddenly. "I'm really hot, tho." I absently pulled Diane's panties away from my crotch. They were still damp, tho I couldn't know if it was still her wetness or if it was mine.

She took quickly the panties with an embarrassed grin and a mumbled thanks. "I can't believe this. I'm really embarrassed," she said.

"Don't be. Really. I liked watching. It was incredibly sexy." She blushed the way I must have when Dan said those words to me. Suddenly I was turned on all over again. "I hope…I hope I get to see it again sometime…."

Diane looked up into my eyes. "Really?"

I spread my leg for her and raised my skirt. "Look what you've done to me. I need some relief!" I stroked the wet spot over my pussy, emphasizing the soft lips.

Diane sucked her lip timidly. "What are you going to do?"

"Aren't you going to help me?" I asked boldly.

Saying nothing more, we came together in soft, wet kiss. It was my first girl-girl kiss ever. It was so tender and timid I wanted to take a picture so I could have it forever.

When she pulled away, I sighed softly. "That's nice." She kissed me softly again, touching my breast thru my blouse. A chill ran thru me, hardening my nipples with a thrill.

"I want to suck you," Diane breathed. Now it was my turn to blush and bite my lip. I had never done anything like that before. But I wanted it now. I wanted it very much.

"Take off my panties," I told her.

She set her own panties aside and pushed my skirt all the way up to my waist. Then she pressed her fingers hard against my wet sex mound. I gasped out loud and grabbed her shoulders to steady myself. Diane tugged at the waistband of my panties, quickly stripping them off and tossing them aside.

"Have you every done this before?" I asked quietly.

"A couple times," she said, kissing me again. This time it was harder, and was followed by a quick, strong tongue. I loved the feel of her tongue in my mouth, toying with mine, mingling our hot breath.

I began to moan, feeling her hands on my pussy again, this time eager for entry. Diane quickly found my clit and rubbed it with her thumb while she continued to finger my slit. "God you're wet," she said admiringly.

"I am so hot, Diane. Please don't stop. Make me come."

"I want to suck you, honey," she said quietly. "I want to make you come with my mouth—the way you made Dan come."

"Oh God!" I moaned, falling back on the grass slowly. Diane spread my legs further apart and nestled her head down between them. She raised me up to her mouth a little with both hands under my bare ass. Then she began to lick and suck my pussy. "Oh my God, Diane! Oh God! Eat me!"

I had never felt anything so sensuous before. I wanted it to go on and on until I was tired of it—which could be hours. But it took only a few short minutes before I was almost out of my mind with ecstasy. Diane's tongue and lips suckled my clit and delved deep into my pussy. I came hard in her mouth, bucking against her with quick jerks. "Fuck me, Diane. Oh my God, that is so good! Fuck me with your tongue!"

Her tongue ravished me again and again—in and out and up and down—stabbing with pleasure. Just when I thought I couldn't stand it any more, the intense pleasure boiled over again into a second orgasm, more powerful than the first.

"I'm coming again! Oh yes! Make me come again! It's so good! It's so good." I was delirious with lust and ecstasy. The waves of extreme delight pushed me back against the grassy ground again and again. But I rose each time to pull Diane closer, bury her face more deeply in my cunt and smother her with my sex juices.

At last we fell apart on the grass, exhausted, shaking and laughing. "Oh my God," I said. "I never knew it could be like that."

"Did you like it?"

"Diane, it was incredible. I came twice! I came so hard I nearly passed out!"

"I love coming," she laughed.

"So do I!" I said enthusiastically.

"It helps to be good at it, I guess." And we both laughed again.

"We've got to go," I said.

Diane started to get up. "Let me put my panties back on," she said.

"No!" I said sternly, stuffing my panties in with the other things I had brought. "No time for panties!"

Neither of us wore panties the rest of the day. And there would be other days like it. That was only the beginning of my strange desires.