Roxanne is addicted to chat rooms on the net. Everything from AOL, Yahoo to MSN, even small “adult” chat room sites that are available for more stimulating conversations.
She enjoys a normal family life with a healthy relationship with her loving husband, and one daughter who is a great student in their town’s local high school.
One could inquire, why does Roxanne need to chat so much, if her home life is all right? The answer is simple. She is a total nymphomaniac. In all the chat forums mentioned above, she maintains buddy lists. These buddy lists usually consist of likeminded men and some women who are just as horny, if not more so, then her.
Everything in her life drips sex. Her workday outfits are especially sluttish. Roxanne’s body pours into tight miniskirts and revealing tops. As an added enticement, she often loves to show case her buxom breasts, to those who aren’t afraid to look.
Roxanne is a slender woman in her early thirties with shoulder length brown hair and piercing brown eyes that melt those at whom she gazes. Her lips are robust and sensuous. When one looked at those lips, it didn’t take much to imagine how they’d feel wrapped lovingly around a throbbing cock. Roxanne’s face is oval shaped and her skin just glows with great skin care and maintenance. The tight, fit body she strives to keep looks similar to a well-oiled machine, rocking and rolling in perfect time with her headphones blasting in her ears as she works out on an array of exercise equipment she and her hubby keep in the basement of their home.
Unless Roxanne’s busy, rarely a day goes by, that she engaged as it were, in a steady stream of chat conversations. Words that are discretely typed, in the privacy of instant message boxes, with anyone of her regular friends in chat.
Roxanne is a very sexually awake woman and is completely in touch with her sexual needs and desires. Until now, what she doesn’t get from her from her sexy and still virile husband at home, she takes care of at work in chat.
Roxanne is so addicted to sex, there little need for panties at work. They will just get so drenched anyway with her cunt cream and in addition, why fuss with extra fabric. Included in her arsenal, she keeps a little mighty mite vibrator called BOB, acronym for battery-operated boyfriend in her purse. In a word, Roxanne is addicted to coming. She never tires of the tidal wave feelings washing over her body all at once.
As with most addictions however, there are times, when Roxanne’s chat rooms and or friends don’t completely fulfill her growing needs.
Roxanne has often fantasized about her boss Anthony. Tony is, in the least, a total heartthrob. Tony looks like that wonderfully dashing Romeo on the cover of a trashy romance novel. He has a sensitive but hard chiseled face, long blond hair, usually in a ponytail, icy blue eyes and long slender hands of a professional basketball player with height to boot. It’s safe to say that every part of his body is flawlessly tight all over. He achieves this by also working out at his local health spa. Even on the job, Tony has seemingly boundless energy as if he’s on speed or rather too much coffee. One could often find him up and running all day doing whatever was required. It would be an understatement to say that Tony melts the hearts of the other women in the office.
It is this among many other fantasies that play out in Roxanne’s mind like a constant pornographic flick that never ends.
Often whilst engaged in a steamy chat with someone else, Roxanne has fantasized about getting caught Jilling off by Tony. She knew that the look on his face would be priceless. So bashful but yet, in his heart aroused. She wondered if he would grow hard and make vain attempts to cover himself. Oh your such a slut, Roxanne thought to herself.
Little did she know what she was in store for later on that night?
It was a Thursday and often she be called on to work overtime. Tony and her would often stay late working independently on the same project that had to be finished before the weekend.
After a long day of actually working, her pussy was growing restless. She’d only had a chance to come once that day. When she’d got in that morning. Then like clockwork Tony phoned her extension and asked if she could stay late again and did she want him to order Chinese food for their dinner since they’d well be there till at least 9 pm way past dinner time. She reluctantly agreed, resigning herself to another night of drudgery. The only consolation is that if she were alone there was a possibility she might be able to have a stimulating chat with a buddy in chat and in addition fantasize about Tony ravishing her.
After phoning her husband at his workplace and saying she’d be late she did some last minute work before logging into chat to see who was online.
The office was empty now but for her and Tony. The Chinese food would be arriving shortly and they’d break for dinner soon. Multitasking was a talent Roxanne possessed. She usually ate in front of her terminal whilst chatting, among other things.
Tonight the usual crowds of cronies were in the room that she most frequented. After the requisite hugs and hello’s from all who knew her and those that did not she hunkered down. It looked like it would be a slow night in chat without much action. One never knew how chat would turn out on a given night. She decided to scroll through all the users in the chat on the chance that she’d find someone she hadn’t chatted with in a while.
Her pussy was sweaty and smelt musky on her wrinkled finger she stuck inside her twat. As she began to quickly warm up down there. She saw a name that’s she’d seen in the chat rooms recently but never really got to chat with the person before. The chat name was “Verbal Vibrator.” The mere sight of the name made her pussy even wetter. In the main room Verbal was polite and intelligent and funny. These three qualities alone were attractive to Roxanne in a chat partner. Upon reading his profile, she saw that he had a great quote, was an author and 35 years old. She decided what the heck, he might turn out to be fun.
“Hi there, sorry for the unsolicited pm, but I just love your name, are you busy now?” she typed. This was Roxanne’s usual MO, she’d pm a guy and apologize for doing so and ascertain if he were busy chatting at the moment. Like lightening, came the reply, “no I’m not busy honey, I’m just hanging out, how are you this evening?” Roxanne typed that she was fine asked would he care for a chat. “Of course, I’d love a chat,” Verbal typed.
After the usual getting to know you questions Roxanne found out he was married and from New Jersey. His name was Marty. She quickly found out that Marty was good with his words and really enjoyed stimulating chats with women.
“Well, Marty honey I’m working late tonight. I’m so bored and need some company,” typed Roxanne growing more aroused by the second.
“It will our pleasure to chat sweetheart,” responded Marty.
Marty wasted no time, which Roxanne liked. “So Roxanne, what turns you on, what are your limits ect?”
Roxanne, gave her stock answer to this question by replying, “I’m not into kids, animals or body fluids that stink, you? This elicited a laugh out loud or LOL response from Marty and said that those were his limitations too.
