Oh, God, Im horny! she thought to herself. She began looking through
the chat room for fresh meat. This one was too far away, this one wanted
a
submissiveShe started humming an old song, Where have all the good men
gone” she giggled to herself. She teased this one, cajoled that one,
was
frankly a little cyber cock tease, hoping to entice someone within her
range.
She knew what she wanted. A hunger this deep was not going to be
quenched with a single man, no matter how incredible he was. She felt
herself crawling her mental walls, shrieking in need. For all the
supposedly horny men in here, youd think I could find a few that wanted
a
good time! She felt herself getting even wetter, and knew shed have to
clean her chair once more after she got offline. She squirmed, finding
a
few friends interested, but timing just wasnt there. She moaned audibly,
looking for some sort of relief beyond her humming toy.
Where do you live? How old are you? Are you married? What do you
like? She felt like she was interviewing for a position; then she smirked
to herself, in reality she was, her ass, her mouth or her pussy.
She got quite a gang going, even others looking for her, wanting a full
report of the activities in repayment. She made dates with a few, setting
up one for that evening that might lead to something more group oriented
another night. With time and a public meeting place, (She was horny not
stupid) she got offline.
She squirmed. After all, she didnt know these men. She wanted to dress
sexy, accessible, but not so sexy or accessible as to invite danger if
the
man wasnt all he was cracked up to be. She wore a just above the knee
miniskirt, one she often wore to work. No nylons, theyd get in the way,
and she hadnt worn underwear unless necessary for a number of years now.
She wore a soft sweater, one that would tease her skin, and possibly their
hands. No makeup, so perfume, so careful to think of their positions,
as
some were married, and who wanted to get snagged on a simple thing like
a
perfume? She pulled her long coat over her outfit, fluffed her long hair,
grabbed her keys, and headed out the door.
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