Kinky Story of Trishna
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The little bit Kinky Story of Trishna
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A Modern-day America’s corporate reality can seem quite dystopian at times. Trishna worked in a very large corporation, in one of the many offices it had around the country. The work was boring, the pay was bad and the office itself was horrible. There were about 120 people on her floor alone and each one had their own, little and isolated cubicle. She did not have any friends at work. There were a few people she talked to around the water cooler, or at the Christmas office party, but that was about it. The only person she ever communicated with was her boss, Ms. Wolff, who was a total bitch. Trishna was a young, recent college graduate, only 23, and already stuck at this dead-end job. She had partied a lot in college, so this was a huge change of pace for her. There were no wild nights, full of sex drugs, and all kinds of experimentation. Instead, she lived a boring 9 to 5 life. Her commute was long and after everything was said and done, she could only enjoy herself during the weekends.
Trishna dreaded waking up every day, at 7:20 am and having to go to the office. It was located downtown, which meant she was stuck in traffic every single day. Once she arrived, she still needed to find a parking spot and most of the days all of the good ones were taken, it was as if people came to work half an hour early, just to get a good spot. After that, she made her way into the building, had to show her company card to the same security guard every day, and then made her way up to the 14th floor. There, the grayish-brown office awaited her, with hundreds of cubicles and middle-aged people typing away. She would often look at the faces of her co-workers and wondered if they were this unsexy back when they started working here, or if it slowly creeps up on you, from working in this depressing environment. The only solace that Trishna had, was the fact that her cubicle was all the way back, in a corner, which gave her some privacy. There were three walls that covered everybody in the cubicle, and the exposed side usually faced someone else’s cubicle.
She was lucky to face a window and could actually relax sometimes and not feel like she was being under constant surveillance. The only person that would occasionally pass by and see her, was her superior, Ms. Wolff. Luckily her office was on the other side of the room, meaning that Trishna could always hear her come, from a while away.
The young girl quickly grew accustomed to her cubicle and it was the only good thing about the job. She often did not have much work to do and could sit back and relax. Trishna liked to listen to music and podcasts, as well as the occasional movie. She knew that if her boss caught her slacking off, she would be punished in some way, but the risk was worth it to her. She knew fairly well, at what times of the day Ms. Wolff might pass by and when she was safe. Besides, the young girl did not care much about the job. It was boring and soul-crushing and if it was not for the bad economy, she would have quit months ago. She did not care really and liked to take risks, just to make sitting there all day more enjoyable. One of the riskiest and naughtiest things she regularly did, was to masturbate in the office. Inside one of her locked cupboards, the kinky girl had a small, purple, egg-shaped vibrator.
And when there was not much work to do, she liked to use it.
Usually, Trishna only masturbated at work, when she had a skirt on, it just made it much simpler. She liked to start off by turning the vibrator on a lower setting and then stimulating her nipples. There was a slight, buzzing sound, but because of the hundreds of people typing it was not much of a problem.
She put the egg under her shirt and teased both her nipple, while her other hand, gently caressed her inner tights. After a while, she switched it up. The egg began teasing her inner tights, while she used her free hand to massage and pinch her breasts and nipples. When she was sufficiently wet, Trishna turned the power of the vibrator to the max, moved her panties slightly to the side, and inserted it into herself. Now that it was inside of her, she could feel the strong vibrations, against her warm and soft vaginal wall. Trishna enjoyed playing with her clit, rubbing it, and fantasizing.
She thought about different things on different days. Sometimes it was about a sexy guy or girl that she had a crush on. Some celebrity or mutual friend. She liked to see herself getting fucked hard, being punished, and told what to do. Other times, she just thought about the situation she was in. There was something very kinky and sexy about being in the office, masturbating with a vibrator inside your pussy, while people were working a few feet away. She liked the anger, the risk of being caught. What would they do? Spank her? It was the naughtiness of it all that she loved. The only problem was she could not moan and groan, at least loudly. She did breathe heavily and often let out a quiet gasp of pleasure but did not want to push it too much. After a few minutes, the orgasm arrived. Trishna could hardly stop her leg from twitching and often let out a moan that was perhaps too loud. After finishing herself off, the girl took out the egg, cleaned it up, and locked it inside the cupboard.
Masturbating at work always made her feel more relaxed and satisfied with her career choices and it was so much sexier than doing it at home. The risk of getting caught by her co-workers, or worse her boss made the whole thing extremely kinky. Just the thought of it got her wet and horny. If it was not for the cubicle in the corner, she would have quit the job a long time ago.
Currently, in the last couple of months, it was the only sexual experience she got. It had been a long and dry period of doing nothing but working and not getting laid. Trishna needed to get fucked, badly.
II
Monday mornings are universally accepted as the worst. After a, usually, uneventful weekend people are once again forced to work long and boring hours, to make someone else rich. Trishna did not mind them as much. These days she lived a pretty uneventful life and the difference between her sitting at home in front of her computer, or in her cubicle in front of another computer was not that big. At work, she could do, pretty much, whatever she wanted with some exceptions. Of course, she needed to do some work in order to keep her job, but it really was not that much. In an 8-hour day, she was only really doing something for 3-5 hours. The largest chunk of that was filling out excel tables and sending out a few emails. Every now and then her boss would come over to her cubicle and check on her, possibly give her some more work to do.
Ms. Wolff was a very peculiar woman. She was fairly young, around 45, and quite good-looking. Most of the other people that were higher-ups in the company were much older men. She was very serious at all times and liked to keep everything short and formal. She was assertive and confident and gave off a college professor vibe. Ms. Wolff was tall, always well dressed, and in high heels. She had short, brown hair and green eyes. She wore glasses and button-down shirts, with long, old-fashioned skirts. Trishna always thought that the stern manager had something hot about her, but it was very hard to put a finger on what exactly. There was of course the element of domination and power between them, with Trishna being the young, submissive worker and Ms. Wolff being the powerful superior that could fire the girl on a whim.
Most days Trishna only saw her boss once or twice, but today seemed she had taken an off day. This meant that there would be very little control over what the young girl did, and she did not intend on taking up any new responsibilities. She did feel a little bat sometimes, about slacking off at work, but in the end, figured that it was the corporation’s fault for not allowing it. After all, what rational person would choose to work extra hard, if they got just as much money if they did half of the work? Trishna was listening to some music and rearranging all of the stuff on her desk when the mail came. Every day, a young boy would come around the office with a mail cart and give everyone their things. These days most of the communication was done electronically, so unless you ordered something at work, you were unlikely to get mail. This is why it came as a surprise to Trishna, that she received a packet.
She wasted no time and immediately opened it. Inside the envelope, there was a USB drive and a letter. She opened up the letter first, but it instructed her to watch what is on the USB first. She was a little baffled at the whole situation, but her curiosity got the best of her and she decided to check it out. There was a small possibility that there was a virus on the USB, but Trishna plugged it in any way. She did not really care about the work computers, besides there was an entire IT team who dealt with that kind of stuff. If her computer broke, it would have just been an excuse for her to do even less work. Once inside, she saw that the drive only had one file on it, a video. She clicked on it and sat back, staring at the screen.
It was bad quality, but clearly, the video was a recording of her cubicle. She immediately felt adrenalin rushing through her. The video was of her using the egg and masturbating at work. It was from the last time she did it, just before the weekend. Trishna did not need to watch the whole video, which was 15 minutes long. She skipped through it, to see if there was something else, but it ended once she orgasmed. The young girl turned around and looked at the ceiling, trying to figure out, where exactly the camera was. It took her a while, but she figured it was somewhere next to the plant in the corner. It was a tall Kentia Palm, which reached all the way up to the sealing. She jumped up and went to inspect it. After a few seconds, she realized the camera was no longer there. She also did not want to attract to much attention to herself, by looking through the leaves of an office plant. The fewer people knew about this the better. As a matter of fact, no one could know.
Trishna rushed back to her chair and went back to the letter. After the instruction to watch the video, there was an address and a time. It was not stated explicitly, but she figured, she needed to go there. It was a bit out of town, in a good, affluent area. She had enough time and could wait until work was over to leave. The young girl was in shock. She went through the envelope, the letter and the USB, fractionally searching for clues, with all sorts of thoughts going through her head. Who could have recorded her?
What did they want? She did not have much money and neither did her family. It was very weird someone chose to blackmail her like this, assuming that she was being blackmailed. There was a possibility it was a prank or just some creep from the office. It did not matter. She could lose her job if this came out. Even worse things could happen if it ended up on the internet. Trishna was a little scared about going to the address but knew she had to.
After checking it out on Google Maps, she saw it was a regular, quite nice actually, house in a nice and quiet neighborhood. But, who lived there and why were they doing this?
III
The clocked ticked painfully slow. Trishna could not stop thinking about who had recorded her masturbating, and why. It must have been someone she worked with, in order for them to put the camera there. But, how did they even know she was masturbating at work, and why were they letting her know in such a bizarre, movie-like, manner. If it was some random creep, wouldn’t he have preferred to simply let her go on, and keep on recording? It did not make sense to let her know if you jack off to her videos. No. It must have been someone else. The person wanted to blackmail her, they wanted something. She was also a little worried about what was going to happen in the house. Was she in danger? Perhaps the best thing to do was to call the police and let them deal with the situation. But, Trishna did not want other people to see the video. There was also the fact that nothing bad had happened yet, no one had asked her for money or blackmailed her in any way. Would the police even care?
All kinds of thought raced through the young office worker’s head. She felt the anxiety and adrenalin, increasing as the hours went by and the work day’s end approached. She did not do any more work, after receiving the video, there was simply too much to deal with it, too much stress. It was great that Ms. Wolff was not in the office that day. Trishna did not have to worry about her nagging and checking up on the progress she had made. After a few excruciating hours, filled with doubts, fear, and thinking through possible scenarios, it was time to go. She took her bag and put the letter and USB in it. Trishna made her way to the parking lot and her car, worrying the whole time.
Perhaps it was a mistake to go to that house, completely alone, without telling anyone where she was. But, there was no time to ponder, she did not want to belate.
The drive took a little less time than expected and Trishna arrived at the location, before the hour stated on the letter. She decided to use that spare time, to drive around the block and check out the house and the neighborhood. As she had already seen on Google maps it was a nice suburb, with big houses and backyards. It looked very idyllic and upper-middle class. The house was nothing out of the ordinary. It was white, with a well-kept front yard and a two-car garage. It did not seem sinister or dangerous at all, and if it was not for the disturbing circumstances, one could see a big, happy family living there. But, Trishna was sure it was some creep that lived in the house. The neighborhood was nice and clean and very safe looking. She was a little reassured by that, but still felt the anxiety and fear.
After circling the house a few times, it was time to go. She pulled up into the driveway and parked her car. Trishna got out, walked over to the door, and rang the bell. Her heart almost exploded, thinking about who was on the other side. Nothing happened. She stayed there a few minutes, in complete silence, not sure what to do. Once again, the young girl checked the address on the letter. It was the right one. She decided to ring the bell once more. Again, nothing happened. Trishna then decided to try and open the door and was surprised to see that it was open. She took a deep breath and walked in.
The house was modern and well designed. It used a lot of bright colors and looked very welcoming and clean. There was an expensive-looking hardwood floor, with a white carpet over it. As soon as you entered the house, you were in the living room and the dining area and kitchen were on the other side.
There was also a staircase, leading to the second floor. In the living room, there was a big, gray couch. Expensive looking. There was also a large, glass coffee table, and a big TV. There was nothing out of the ordinary about the house, really. It looked nice and lived in. There were some magazines on the coffee table as well as an empty glass of wine. As Trishna was examining the place, the person that had sent her the USB and letter walked down the staircase and greeted her.
IV
“Hi there Trishna. You little slut.”
It was Ms. Wolff all along? The young worker could not hide her surprise when the manager came downstairs. She looked calm, even a little pleased. There was also something relaxing about the fact that it was someone she knew that recorded her. Of course, there were a lot of questions to be answered, but at the very least it was not some serial killer that had contacted her. Trishna felt a little safer knowing that her boss had called her down there. She knew that she was in trouble, but there was no danger anymore.
“Ms. Wolff? What. I don’t understand.” – the baffled girl asked.
“You don’t understand what? I suppose you never were the brightest or the hardest working, so let me explain. I noticed a while ago that you were not doing your job properly. I thought about talking to you but decided against it. It would be more fun to just put a hidden camera and record you. I suspected that a young, pretty, slut like you, would be doing something naughty. You are not the first worker I catch masturbating. When I saw the video I knew, I could use this. Then it was a simple matter of taking a day off and sending you the USB and the letter. All clear now?” – the older, more mature woman said.
“But, I still do not understand why you went through all of the trouble. Why didn’t you call me in your office and just fire me, why did I have to come all the way over here?” – a part of Trishna was relieved that it was just her job at stake here, but she did begin feeling a little annoyed at the invasion of her privacy.
“What fun would that be? To just fire you. No, no we are going to have some fun. Or, well at least I will.”
“I do not know what you think is going to happen, but I can promise you, I’m not having any fun, Ms. Wolff. I know that I am not a good worker, and masturbating at work is a fileable offense, but what you did is illegal. You can’t just record people, without their knowledge.” – Trishna was determined to fight for her rights.
“Cute. But I can do whatever I want. There is nothing illegal about recording you, there are cameras in the office, I just decided to put another one. This
won’t hold up in court. It is amoral at most, and I am not ashamed to admit that I am not the most moral person. There is nothing you can do, I hold all of the leverage. I have hours and hours of video, of you masturbating at work and generally not doing anything. I can fire you if I want. I can also release it anonymously on the internet and ruin your life. Or I can just do both.” – Ms.
Wolff seemed very confident in herself and that threw Trishna off a little.
“But, why? I am not that bad of a worker. Why do you want to torture me like this?” – she knew, she was fucked.
“Oh, you sweet girl. The torture is yet to come. I will delete the videos and I won’t fire you. But, first, there is something that you need to do for me.”
“What? I will do anything, just, please do not leak the tapes.” – Trishna begged. “Good. Take off your clothes.”
Trishna did not expect Ms. Wolff to say that. The manager was very assertive and dominant, and she knew that she had to obey. Those tapes could really mess up her life and she did not feel like looking for a new job. She decided that her best course of action was to simply obey her boss and do as she wanted. There was no point in resisting. Besides, what is the worst that could happen? Trishna had not been fucked in a few months, maybe she would even enjoy this experience. The girl did as she was told and removed her clothes. First the t-shirt, then the shoes and the jeans, until she was standing there, in just her underwear.
“Get, completely naked, what don’t you understand?’ – Ms. Wolff barked at her.
Trishna followed the orders and took off her bra and panties. The manager walked over and began inspecting her body. She cupped her breasts and began playing with her nipples. After that, she moved on to the ass and slapped it a couple of times.
“You are a horny little slut Trishna. Masturbating at work. But, don’t worry, I will fuck you good.”
After she said that the manager pushed her worker onto the sofa. Trishnafound herself sitting, completely naked. Ms. Wolff got on her knees and spread the girl’s legs apart. It was not what Trishna expected, but she was happy to do it.
Now the office manager was face to face with the tight young pussy of her subordinate. She wanted to tease her work a little. First a little kiss and a
lick on the inner tight, which made Trishna groan. Then, gently she slid her middle finger, along the slit. After doing this a couple of times, she substituted her finger for her tongue. Ms. Wolff could taste Trishna’s juices, a familiar and arousing taste. She loved doing it with inexperienced girls, fucking them as they have never been fucked before. She was a strict and
stern office manager, but in the sack, she liked to get kinky. By the 4th stroke, the worker was soaking wet, with saliva and Trishna’s own juices.
She had a pretty pussy, waxed and soft, the older office manager wanted to devour it. It was warm, wet, and inviting and the mature, experienced manager wasted no time and buried her head down there. She continued her long, slow strokes along the slit. Finally, she decided to settle on the clit and began teasing it too. A lick on one side then the other. The worker was berating heavily and moaning with pleasure. Ms. Wolff then moved onto the clit itself. Licking it, slightly sucking on it, and even biting a little, while doing this, she inserted one finger in her friend. This caused Trishna, once again to moan. She started fingering and licking, slowly building up the pace. Soon it was clear, by the hand on her head and the intensive moans, that the girl was about to cum. She kept up the same rhythm and could feel the orgasm as her vagina started contracting, her back arched and she moaned loudly. It was loud and wild, the young worker had a lot of pent-up sexual energy that she needed to release, and her boss loved it.
The worker finally felt the touch of someone else on her pussy. It was truly amazing and only now did she realize what she had been missing all this time, by only pleasuring herself with the small egg-shaped vibrator. The soft touches of a lover’s lips on her wet and aroused pussy were something a toy could never give you. The feeling of another person down there, that just wants you to enjoy yourself, to make you cum. There was something magical about sharing this moment and a small vibrator simply could not cut it. There was also the fact that with another person, you never know what to expect.
Ms. Wolff got up, walked to a cupboard, and took out a large dildo. “I am not done with you, slut.”
She walked back over to her worker, and with one swift and forceful move,
turned her around. Now Trishna had her knees on the floor, while her body bent over the couch. The office manager gave her a couple of good, hard slaps on the butt and began fucking her with the dildo. The worker had no say in the matter, she just went with it. Ms. Wolff fucked Trishna hard and continued to
spank her, thought the sex. She also liked to pull her hair back and talk in the girl’s ear.
“You, like getting fucked, don’t you? You little brat, when I am done with you, you will never again masturbate in my office!” – the manager said with confidence.
Ms. Wolff did everything with confidence. The young worker could not believe the power and stamina of her boss. She just kept pushing the dildo in and out, in and out with the same ferocity and determination, she had at the start. It was truly amazing and soon rather than later, the girl was about to come again. As if foreseeing that, the mature woman began fucking harder and also pulled her hair so strong, Trishna’s back arched backward. The girl began moaning wildly from the mix of pain and pleasure she was experiencing. Her orgasm was loud and just as satisfying as the first one.
V
Tuesday is probably the second most hated day for the average American worker, only behind Monday. But Trishna was looking forward to going to work. It had been a while since she got fucked the way Ms. Wolff fucked her last night. As a matter of fact, it was probably the hardest she had ever been fucked in her life. The days of lonely masturbation in the cubicle were over.
Last evening, after Ms. Wolff was done with her, the manager promised she would delete the videos, but also informed her young worker that this was not going to be the last time, she got fucked. That was all she said and now Trishna was left wondering if things at work were going to change. The office still looked the same. It was full of middle-aged people, badly dressed and looking, typing away at their keyboards. The young girl began wondering if the reason why they were so unhappy and ugly, was the fact that they did not fuck, or at least fuck properly. Maybe if everyone in the office got the treatment she got yesterday, it would have been a more gleeful place.
There was something very kinky about the fact that no one of her colleagues knew what she had been through yesterday. They did not even suspect that she masturbated at work. They had no idea that the manager of the entire office was a pervert, that had recorded her, and most certainly the other workers had no clue how hard she had been fucked last night. For them Monday was just another day, no different than Tuesday or any day of the past weeks, or months. But, Trishna knew. She had her kinky little secret, that the people, working a few feet away from her would never find out about. She wondered if they had secrets as well. In an office of 120 people, there must have been some perverts and psychos. Each one of the boring gray people that she saw every day, but never talked to, had some semblance of life. She wondered if Ms. Wolff had fucked any of them. It would not surprise her. But, it was one of those things that she would never find out.
The day went on and the young girl did not do much work. She sat there, thinking about last night, listening to music. Then she heard her. The manager was coming. Trishna was not sure how to react. Just say nothing? It was probably the best option as her neighbors could hear them, but maybe a smile would be appropriate. When the boss came, she looked serious as ever. No, hello or even a smile. Instead, she just gave the young girl a folder, full of papers. It was a little disappointing, but understandable. Trishna opened the folder and on the first page inside, she saw written in cursive:
“40 minutes. Janitor’s closet. Bring the vibrator.”
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