Natalie 04: Frustrations

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Konstantin hissed into Natalie's ear at a low volume, trying not to alert the rest of the office to what they were up to in the seldomly used printer room at the very end of this floor. And come he did, burying his cock deep inside Natalie's cunt, pressing his pelvis hard against her needy clit as his semen spurted out of him in waves.

Natalie's ass was on the edge of a table, with her plain blue panties pulled to the side, and her dark blue jeans around her ankles, where her feet were clad in black leather ankle boots. She loved wearing boots, during sex, at work, out on the town. It made her feel sexy and dominant. It wasn't really a fetish, she had decided, more of a "thing". What exactly the difference between a fetish and a "thing" was didn't matter so much to her.

On top, she was wearing a simple black blouse, currently unbuttoned halfway, her full breasts with their painfully erect nipples having been hastily fished out of her blue bra that matched her panties. Her chest was most likely red and flushed. The room was completely dark, so she couldn't confirm it, but she knew. Konstantin's panting, post-orgasm face was resting against it, just below her shoulders.

He always came very quickly, after which he would eat his load out of Natalie's pussy. That was his fetish, he had almost too-proudly proclaimed to her a bit over a week ago when she had brought him home to her place from an office party. Since then, the two of them had spiced up their working days by fucking in this dark, abandoned printer room when things were slow. And each time, they went through the same routine. Konstantin would come inside her after less than a minute of thrusting, and then eat her out. Her pussy was currently throbbing, eagerly awaiting the second part to happen.

Konstantin was a well-built man, strong and muscular, the same height as Natalie was in her boots. His chiseled facial features were accentuated by a thin, dark beard, the same color as his short hair. He had dressed himself in a simple "business casual" outfit, consisting of jeans, a button-up shirt, and leather loafers. Natalie couldn't really see him in this room, but she had an image of him in her mind. He was definitely a hottie.

"Well?" Natalie said quietly, giving him a couple of quick taps on the head. His cock had deflated and fallen out of her pussy, which was hot and throbbing, yearning to be finished off.

"Give me a second to catch my breath," the sweaty, bearded man at her chest responded in a low whisper. That was a bit weak, Natalie thought. 30 or so seconds of thrusting hardly qualified as a workout.

Finally, he got down on his knees and buried his face in Natalie's crotch, the rough hairs of his beard tickling her inner thighs. She bit her lip hard to stop herself from moaning, as she felt his warm tongue explore the inside of her pussy, lapping up all the cum he could find, both his and hers. While this part of the office was mostly unused, one couldn't be too careful about making sure not to get caught.

"Ahhh. I think that's all of it," Konstantin said and stood up. "I'll see you later Nat, thanks for the ride." She heard him zipping up his pants and buckling his belt as he started to sneak out of the room. What the fuck? Her pussy was still on fire, her clit wanting to be sucked and her G-spot fingered. She wanted to say something, demand that he finish the job, but her mouth just hung open in disbelief as the door closed, leaving her alone in the dark room.

Well, that was new. What a dick, she thought to herself as she brought her hand down to her pussy. Might as well finish the job herself. She easily slipped three fingers into her freshly fucked pussy hole. Her cunt was completely drenched in a creamy mix of spunk and pussy juice, squishing loudly as she started fucking herself hard, fingers pressed against her sweet spot as she pounded them in and out of her wet hole.

"Shit!" she exclaimed, way too loudly, and covered her mouth with her free hand. She felt way too angry to come right now. What was this guys problem? He was a fuckboy, that had been obvious from the second she had met him. But at least he'd had the common courtesy to take care of her after he had finished, up until now at least.

Natalie decided to go look for a washroom in this eerily empty part of the office. Normally, she thoroughly enjoyed sitting around with a freshly fucked, cum-filled pussy, feeling it leak out and make a mess in her panties. But right now, she just felt dirty and used, and that feeling would just be a constant reminder that made it all that much worse. She was a proud slut, and she loved having sex, but she'd be damned if she didn't at least expect some reciprocation from her partners.

And so, she pulled up her jeans, buttoned her shirt, and smoothed out her clothes as well as she could in the darkness of the printer-room-turned-fuck-refuge.

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A few dull hours had passed, and Natalie had calmed down a bit since returning to her cubicle. She almost felt silly for how angry she had been at not having an orgasm. Still, Konstantin had pulled a proper dick move in her mind, and she now had to decide what to do with him. Just write him off? She had to admit that a man eating his own cum out of her pussy was hot as hell, and probably not something that a lot of guys would be into. Maybe she could lecture him about how to properly treat a lady? That would probably just scare him off. Either way, it was probably best not to invest too much into this guy.

She opened the company's internal chat, and opened the private messages to her best friend at work, Lynn. Lynn was skinny and short haired, but otherwise very similar to Natalie, both in style and temperament. They were about the same height, and had dark hair and eyes, contrasting against their pale skin. Lynn was on a different floor of the building, in a different department, so they didn't see each other much during the day, but they often got lunch together and frequently met up outside of work. They started chatting with each other.

Natalie: hey

Natalie: you there?

Lynn: wassup love

Lynn: yeah, bored af

Lynn: how bout you

Natalie: same

Natalie: went to the printer room with beard guy again a while ago

Natalie: omg it sucked

Lynn: really? I thought you loved that lol

Natalie: I did

Natalie: fucker didn't even bother finishing me off this time

Lynn: omg nooooo

Natalie: yeah, I couldn't believe it either

Natalie: now I'm sitting here in my chair squirming and omg I can't focus

Lynn: wtf

Lynn: I can imagine

Lynn: what an asshole

Lynn: what will you do now?

Natalie: dunno

Natalie: probably hatefuck myself when I get home later lol

Lynn: haha

Lynn: I mean with whats-his-name

Natalie: not sure yet, I will have to think about it

Natalie: you wanna hang out after work?

Lynn: I can't today honey, I'm sorry :(

Lynn: let's get drinks this weekend though

Natalie: alright no worries

Natalie: yeah for sure!

Natalie felt a little better after that exchange, her body noticeably more relaxed. She was still empty, unsatisfied, and horny, almost spinning around in her office chair as she wiggled it back and forth. She couldn't wait to get home, and made a mental note to stop by the convenience store and pick up some batteries for her bullet vibrator, just in case they were out. That toy only got used on particularly difficult days, the intense vibrations never failing to get her off regardless of what she was going through at the time.

She caught herself squeezing her clit through the fabric of her tight jeans, sending electric wave of pleasure through her body as she fantasized about what she would do to herself back in her apartment. When had her hand wandered down there? Shit, better compose herself. A cubicle was no place for a proper lady like her to get off in.

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The next day at work was another dull one, but Natalie felt much better. Last night, her trusty bullet had made her come so hard that she had passed out in bed, after which she had slept like a baby. She and Lynn had treated themselves to a long lunch, which included several glasses of wine that she knew she should absolutely not be consuming during work hours. Nevertheless, they had made her feel properly relaxed as she had ranted about Konstantin and all manner of things to her friend.

The afternoon was spent in a tipsy state. She tried to keep to herself in her cubicle, worried that someone would ask about her red face, or that she would accidentally slip and slur some words while doing small talk with one of her colleagues. Konstantin had messaged her, of course, requesting another venture to the printer room. She decided to ignore him for now, but the wine in her body in combination with yesterday's unsatisfying romp meant that she was yearning to get fucked. What could she do about that?

An idea came to her mind. Diego was recently divorced, and just a few cubicles away. If Lynn was her best friend at work, then he was definitely her "work husband", albeit in a very platonic way. When she wasn't out spending lunch with Lynn in some restaurant, she would most likely be eating takeout in a break room with him, talking about all manner of things. He was very nice and easy-going, but there wasn't really any sexual sparks flying between them. Maybe she could make that happen, Natalie thought to herself.

She got up and snuck to the nearest washroom, as quietly as she could in her moderately heeled boots. Thankfully, most of the office floors were covered in a tasteless wall-to-wall carpet which muffled her footsteps. Once there, she locked the door behind her and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her face wasn't nearly as red as she had feared. She still splashed some cold water on it, just to make sure, and straightened out her blouse.

When she was done, she walked over to Diego's cubicle, slipping in and leaning carefully against the cubicle wall as casually as she could muster. "Hey you," she said.

Diego spun around in his chair. He was a tall and lanky man with black hair and tanned skin, dressed in a fancy shirt and tie, khakis and loafers. Thankfully, his face was clean shaven, lacking the douchebag-beard that Konstantin proudly displayed on his. He gave her a kind smile.

"Hey, Natalie. What's up?" he said, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Wine lunch, huh?"

"Shit, is it that obvious?"

"Oh not at all. But I've become something of an expert at telling these things. All those years with my ex-wife, you know."

"That's right," Natalie said, relieved. "Do you think anyone else will be able to tell?"

Diego chuckled. "Not unless they too are professional alcoholics. Not that I'm accusing you, or anything."

Natalie smiled. "Actually, that sounds like a great job to have. Imagine getting paid to drink. Beats whatever the fuck we are doing at this company, I guess."

"I don't really mind. The pay is decent and the work, while boring, is quite easy." He looked back at his screen, where he hadn't bothered minimizing the video streaming site he was on. "I actually spend most of my days listening to podcasts and stuff now, since I've figured out how to automate the data entry part of my job."

"Wow, look at Mr. Hackerman over here," Natalie said jokingly. "Kinda makes me wish I had your job."

Diego chuckled again. "I'm sure you do. Don't tell anyone though, or they'll replace half of this department with a script."

"I will add it to our pile of secrets," Natalie said, and mimicked a zipper across her mouth with her fingers. Talking to Diego was always pleasant, in a friendly, almost familial kind of way. But this wasn't getting her anywhere. It was time to steer the conversation a bit. "What are you doing after work today?"

He shrugged. "Dunno, really. Probably just hang out in my new apartment," he responded. "Though I guess it isn't really *that* new anymore. What about you?"

This was it. Natalie realized that the two of them had never actually spent any time together outside of work before, which made her feel somewhat anxious. Was she really about to ask him out? She could make it sound casual. Offering to hang out in their free time would be an escalation of their relationship in any case. She swallowed, and let her tipsiness wash her anxiety away.

"I don't have any plans, actually. Wanna come grab a beer with me? I know a good place downtown." Diego got a hesitant look on his face. He was normally a shy and timid kind of man, very averse to partying. She would have to sell it to him. "It's a quiet and casual place, with booths and tables. No dance floor or DJs. You'll like it, I promise. Besides, you need to get out more now that you're single."

Diego's eyes looked off to the side, his face scrunched as he pondered Natalie's offer. "Hmmm.... I dunno," he said, rubbing his chin softly. "I was just going to cook some dinner and call it an early night at home. But, you know what? You're probably right. I really should get used to going out more."

Natalie smiled at him. Sadly, he didn't seem to be reading too much into her request, seeming to take it as a simple hangout between friends. That meant that she would have to get seductive later. Diego didn't seem like the kind of guy who made a lot of first moves. "Great!" she said, a bit too excitedly. "I'll message you when I'm done for the day. Looks like you finished your duties ages ago."

Back at her own cubicle, Natalie found herself wondering what kind of man Diego was in bed. If he was anything like he acted at work, she would probably have to take the reins. That wasn't exactly ideal. Natalie liked dominant men who knew what they wanted and could fuck her brains out, but somehow, she kept finding herself taking on the dominant role with the men she saw. No matter, it couldn't be worse than how Konstantin had treated her yesterday. At least a submissive man could be instructed in the art of bringing her to orgasm.

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"Here you go! Enjoy your drinks!" a small girl with green eyes and auburn hair said, putting a glass of white wine and a large beer on the table. Natalie recognized her, she often worked at Rosemary's, serving tables and tending the bar, including during her date with Jake a while ago. Sitting in a booth with Diego reminded her of that evening, although this one was a different kind of awkward. Natalie was completely stuck in her own head, trying to figure out how to escalate this "date" between work buddies into something sexual. The conversation so far had been quite stiff, and she was starting to have second thoughts about this idea. Maybe the two of them simply didn't have any chemistry outside the office?

"Well... cheers!" Natalie said, holding up her glass of wine. Diego did the same, putting a strained smile on his face. Why was he so quiet? He was always so talkative when they hung out at work. Was it just the change of scenery? The sexual rage that had surged through her body and led her to this situation was almost dead by now. Still, she was out with a sweet man whom she considered a friend. Might as well make it a pleasant outing.

She took a big sip of wine, trying to think of something to talk about. Across the table, Diego looked lost in his own thoughts. He was probably doing the same thing. "So... How's life nowadays? Anything new?" A good, open-ended question like that should give him plenty to talk about.

Diego's dark eyes looked up towards the ceiling for a few seconds. "Hmmm... Not much new, no. Not really. What about you?" he said after a few very long seconds. So much for the plenty-to-talk-about plan.

Natalie looked up, as her friend had done, trying to think of a good response, and a way to make this more... exciting? Should she tell him about Konstantin? No, that wouldn't accomplish anything. Part of her wished that he would hear the story about their printer room romps, how he had just left her completely unsatisfied, and decide to show her how a real man pleasures a woman. But, he just wasn't that kind of guy. Too timid. "Not much here either... Just working and stuff, you know," she she finally said. The wine was starting to work, making her body feel warm and tingly, but her pussy had definitely dried up by now.

The two of them conversed about the office's new coffee machine. Diego seemed genuinely fascinated by it, and talked at length about its features. It even had a creaminess setting! So does my pussy, Natalie thought, and right now it's at zero. A few more glasses of wine, and she might have said it out loud. Instead, she simply nodded and tried to maintain the same level of fascination as her friend had somehow mustered.

The conversation finally started flowing, though Natalie had to rely on the wine to keep up her interest levels. They covered subjects like the best takeout places in the neighborhood around the office, which ones of their coworkers who were likely looking for new employment, and the sourness of upper management. Natalie had decided to throw away her seduction plan, and just enjoy the conversation for what it was. They were work friends, they had great chemistry at work, and it was probably best to keep it that way.

Suddenly, a familiar face walked in through the front door of Rosemary's. It was Jake, in all his young, tall, and handsome glory. Shit. Why today? Was he stalking her? They had spent one night together, that was it. She had not been interested in taking that any further, and had simply stopped responding to his messages. Not the politest thing to do, she realized, but it didn't really bother her. Natalie used all her willpower to avoid looking at him, and hoped that he was doing the same.

"...and since then, my work computer has slowed down to a crawl. Still, it manages to run my data entry scripts." Diego was still talking, she realized, trying to snap herself out of it and focus on him. It was almost impossible. She tried her best to look attentive as her mind wandered back to her night with Jake. They had gotten a hotel room together, and while he had been an almost impossibly awkward date, he had proven to be a decent lover. A bit too submissive for her tastes, but he had listened to both her voice and her body, and brought her to orgasm several times. Images of his young, tall, and sexy body raced through her mind as she remembered herself, clad in nothing but boots, getting fucked hard while looking out the hotel room window. She could feel herself getting flustered.

"Excuse me for a bit, I have to use the ladies' room," Natalie said when she felt the sensation in her body, brought on by the wine, finally reach her pussy. She wasn't sure exactly where in the conversation they were now, her ability to focus had melted into her memories of a hot night from her recent past.

She got up and walked towards the bar restrooms, allowing herself to quickly scan for Jake and assess his situation. She found him quickly, sitting with his back to her, at a table with a small, well-dressed woman clad in glasses and a ponytail. She was probably in her mid-30s, a few inches shorter than Natalie, she guessed, and averted her gaze before it started to linger. She almost felt jealous. How had he moved on so quickly? Did he have a thing for older women? They were quite ridiculous, she realized, these feelings. After all, it was she who had stopped the communication between them. Him "moving on" was entirely justified.

Natalie locked the door to the ladies' room behind her. Her mind was racing, and her body was full of anxiety. Shit. What now? Part of her wanted to grab Jake away from that strange woman, bring him along to the bathroom, and command him to fuck her as he had done after their date. She pulled her jeans and panties all the way down to her ankles, and let her fingers wander through her neatly trimmed pubic hairs to her pussy. One of her fingers slipped in between her lips. Yep, she was definitely wet, she thought as a weird sense of deja vu filled her.