Working in an overseas bank meant that my working hours aren't like the regular people. The glitz and glamour of working in the bank quickly fade away, as I find myself working under a highly stressful and demanding male-dominated sector, often finding myself working past midnights.
Working till the dead of the night, I get to see the city in a different light, or should I say, the lack of it. Looking out from my office windows, I have a clear and undisturbed view of the city. So bustling in the day, so quiet at night. It is as if everything has come to a standstill. Like the city streets, so does my mood. So busy and high-strung in the day, but I always tone down and get better at night.
Sometimes I hardly get to meet my boyfriend, due to my massive work commitments, and I find myself returning home from work late in the night to find him sleeping so soundly, that I can't bear to wake him up. But a girl has needs, and I get disappointed that I can't seek him to release my urges for an extended period of time.
I find myself often overcoming my sexual urges by myself, and for the most part, in the office. They come unannounced and often strike me hard, and they will never leave until satisfied. It is annoying at times, but I find myself sexually gratified and often recharged, raring to get back to work again.
Being alone in the office also allows me to pleasure myself at my work desk without the need for discretion, and I like to moan as loud I can to alleviate my stress and ease off all the tension. Being suppressed in the male dominated environment in the day, I feel so empowered at night, it is like as if I own the office.
Sometimes I masturbate at my colleagues' desk. I take their pens and drive it down into my tight little hole, enjoying every stroke of that cold metal feel embraced by my vaginal wall. Every stroke is harder and faster and I get so sexually agitated that I scream, as I squeezed my breasts so hard that my finger nails cut into them. I screamed and squirmed like a sex-crazed bunny on my male colleagues' desk, often knocking over many things. "These chauvinistic males, to think that you can bully me." These thoughts flash through my mind as I can feel myself reaching an orgasm, my juices from the pussy dripping onto their desk. As I attained the Big O, I let out a silent scream as tremble on their desk and squirting considerable amount of pussy juice onto their moniter screens, files, and what not.Tsk, the pens that are used to sign multi million dollar contracts are nothing but a dirty little toy that I employ. I dont bother to clean up their desk, because I like the look on their face in the morning when they find something amiss, or should I say, smelling something fishy. Tsk tsk.
