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A Day in the Life of a Cyber-Slut
© 2003 by Laura Thorne



6:30 A.M.

She awakes, rubs her eyes, stretches and reaches across the bed, only to find it empty.  Opens her bedside table drawer and digs for her vibrator, still only half awake but in need.  Empty beds do that to her.  Ah, there it is! Turns it on and slides it between her legs, just holding it there, vibrating against her labia, waking up slowly, enjoying the soft buzz.  Mmmm...a small moan and she rolls over and up on her knees.  She slowly inserts the vibrator inside her.  It slides in easily.  She often wakes up wet and needs to masturbate.  Why isn't Andrew here? She sighs and remembers he's not ever really going to be there.  Not likely.  You can't fuck a monitor screen.  She rams the vibrator deeper into her cunt and turns it on high.  Her ass lifts into the air and she sucks the vibe deeper.  Rubbing small circles.  Over and over.  Her clit sings the orgasm song and she comes.  Deeply.  Arching her back and flooding her thighs.

7:12 A.M.

Showering.  The water feels fantastic.  She lets it flow over her body for several minutes, enjoying the warmth, breathing in the steam.  She reaches for the soap and slathers it over her breasts.  Aroused nipples.  Thinking of Michael.  Can't stop.  Always horny.  Fuck.  The soap slides around her breasts and then down over her tummy.  She wonders if Michael is in the shower jacking off right now.  Thoughts of a hard soapy cock almost ready to come leads the soap down to her pussy.  She stops it at her opening, lifts one leg, balances her foot on the edge of the shower enclosure and then begins to slide the nub of soap in and out of her suds-covered sex.  Oh god, I'm so close.  Michael are you coming? She pinches a slippery nipple and brings the soap out and trails it over her hard button, caressing it like it's his big cock and she is stroking it, jerking him off with soft, soapy fingers.  Yes.  That's it, baby.  Come.  Come for me.

8:15 A.M.

The boss tells her to go make coffee.  Under her breath she says fuck you asshole, but gets up and makes it anyway.  She knows who signs her paycheque.  Waiting for the coffee to drip, she leans back against the counter and feels the pull on her short skirt.  Remembering last night with Robert, his breath on her neck.  He lifts her skirt.  No panties.  Oh, you naughty girl.  I like it when you're naughty.  Fingers stroking a furry mound.  I'm glad you don't shave, baby.  I like my women to look like women.  You're wet.  Already.  Turn around, bend over the sink and I'll take you.  Rubbing against the cupboard door handle.  Dazed.  Oh fuck, the coffee.  Right.

10:30 A.M.

Stephen should be up by now.  Time difference sucks.  Boss ducks out of the office for an early lunch.  Yeah right, more likely he's got some chick downtown he's humping.  Doesn't matter to her.  Leaves her alone to do her thing with Stephen.  She logs on.

GurlizHot: Babe.

LngDistanceLuv: Honey.  Mmm...kiss

GurlizHot: Came for you twice already today, Stephen.

LngDistanceLuv: Me too.  Well only once.  In the shower, just now.  You were so HOT! You blew me, sucked me dry and washed my back.  But I could go for you again, doll.

GurlizHot: Stephen, the boss is gone, and everything is dead here.  Call me.

LngDistanceLuv: I can't.  Shit, Darlene is still here.

GurlizHot: Call me tonight?

LngDistanceLuv: Sure, love to.  What are you wearing? Bet you don't have any panties on, do you?

GurlizHot: No.  No panties.  I'll lift my skirt and show you.  Maybe I'll go get the boss's nine iron out of his office and fuck myself with the rubber-gripped handle.  God, I'm so horny.  Would you like to watch me hit the first hole in one shot, baby?

LngDistanceLuv: Jesus, girl, you are something! Tell me all about it later, I have to run to work.  Fucking boner the size of the Washington monument, thanks to you.  Later, sweetie.  Luvyou.  Bye!

1:00 P.M.

Boss returns.  Uneventful afternoon except for the UPS delivery man.  Young guy, tight brown uniform, muscles, made her wet.  Had to go to the bathroom and get off.  Oh.  It was delicious.  She came, standing up, leaning against the door.  Fingers deep in her pussy, all wet and slick with cum.  She licked them off and then went back to type shithead's letters.

4:00 P.M.

Time to go home.  Flips the boss off as she goes out the door.  Can't wait to get home and read her email.  Pussy tingles at the thought of it.  If she were wearing panties they'd have a wet spot.  Better watch where she sits on the bus.  Don't want to leave any evidence on the seat.

5:10 P.M.

Traffic was bad.  In a mood, hot, sweaty.  Begins to undress as soon as she opens her apartment door.  Pulling off her skirt, doesn't give a rat's ass if old man Harris sees her bare ass from across the hall.  Kinda makes her shiver at the thought of giving him a thrill, in fact.  Naked, she walks to her computer, sits down, brings up her email.  Four messages from Stephen, two from Andrew, one from Michael, two from Robert.  Smiles.  She leans back and pulls them up one by one.  All pretty much the same.  Want to fuck you.  Need you.  Gimme your sweet ass.  God, you have luscious tits.  You're so pretty.  Want to eat your pussy until you scream.  Suck me.  Fuck me.  Yell my name when you come.  Oh baby, I have to have you.  Do it for me.  Tonight.  Come for me.  Just for me.  Damn.  Yes.  Her fingers are already inside her, first one, then two.  Hard, deep strokes, up against her G-spot.  Rubbing, rubbing.  So wet.  She's coming again.  Squeezing her nipples, biting her bottom lip hard enough to draw a small bead of blood as she erupts, gushes and wets the chair.

11:30 P.M.

Phone rings.  It's Stephen.  Darlene's out with her girlfriends.  Come with me, baby.  Please? She can't refuse.  It's not in her to say no.  He knows it.  Oh fuck, yes baby, you fuck me so good! She picks the little vibe.  The more powerful one this time.  Yes, baby, I'm sucking you.  I'm tonguing your balls, pushing my well-oiled fingers into your ass.  One or two? Two? Fuck.  Okay.  Yes, baby.  I want you.  I need you.  Come for me.  She sprawls out on the bed, legs spread wide, aiming the baby vibe.  It's there, against her clit.  Her body shudders.  Baby, I'm going to come! Come with me.  Oh god, I'm coming! Come with me! Wetness soaks her, runs down the crack of her ass and onto the bed.  YES, YES, YES...YES! She says good night, he kisses her, she falls asleep, naked, on top of her downy comforter, phone not far from her fingertips.  Tomorrow is another day.

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