Linking Demon Pt 06

Izzy had returned to work, but could think of very little other than Liam and his eyes burning into her crotch, as he looked up her skirt. Her mind ran over what had happened. The very thought of that gorgeous young man, lustfully admiring her little 'display' and getting what looked like an erection in the process, well it made her wetter than she had been in a long time.

She blushed at the thought that he had found her sex toy, a toy that she had used that very morning. Her body, in a state of heat from the night before, demanded sexual release. During her self-pleasure, she had planned what she would do to entice the young man into her bed. Her orgasms had been quick and powerful. More so than usual, she knew she could attribute that to Liam too. "God you are infatuated you, soppy mare." She voiced her thoughts, "Or should I say sopping wet mare?" She withdrew herself from the latex phallus with a wet squelch. And took it to the bathroom to clean. Giving herself a shower at the same time.

Putting the toy back under the bed, she then chose her clothes carefully, laying them out on the bed, knowing that she was going to display her charms to Liam whenever the right moment presented itself. She was right, she was infatuated and there was nothing she would not do to get that young man's cock inside her.

She picked up her lacey bra, and slipped her arms through the strap holes. She loved this bra as it displayed her breasts to perfection, and created a cleavage that even she admired. She clipped the front fastening and then adjusted her large tanned globes to give maximum effect. She then picked up the matching suspender belt and clipped that about her slim waist. The belt had four elasticated straps and was approximately five inches deep of filigreed lace work. In many ways, it looked almost like an old fashioned short, corset. Not that she needed any body shaping underwear, but she loved the feel of this piece of lingerie as it gripped her about the waist and hips.

She picked up one of her stockings. It was pure silk, expensive, but decadently sensual. She ran her hand along the inside, checking for any holes or 'runs', then gathered it up between her fingers. Raising her right leg, she inserted her foot into the stocking and then rested her foot on the bed, as she pulled the sheer material up her long leg. The silken stocking finished at a darkened reinforced banding of lace work that matched her bra and suspender belt. All of her lingerie was bought from the same place, for this very reason. Izzy fastened the front suspender clip to the stocking top, then reached around her thigh to clip on the rear elasticated strap. She put her foot to the floor and pulled on the stocking top. Pleased that the length was right, just four inches away from the junction of her thigh with her pelvis. She then matched the process with the other stocking. Finally, she slipped on her small black panties.

Izzy looked at the completed ensemble in the full-length mirror. She knew that she looked fucking hot and she knew that no red-blooded male would be able to resist her. What was more, she knew that wearing lingerie gave her so much pleasure too. She loved the way her stockings rasped as she walked and her thighs rubbed together. She would often sit in meetings purposefully crossing and uncrossing her legs, knowing that the men she sat next to would hear the sound too and would be wondering if she were wearing stockings or not. She loved the way that lingerie made her feel powerful, able to control men and their desires at her whim. She loved the fact that wearing lingerie would have her in a constant state of heat all day and that when she came to play with herself in the evening, her orgasms were that much more intense as a result.

Izzy walked about her bedroom getting herself ready. She curled her hair so that it fell about her shoulders in soft waves, she put on her make-up; a subtle use of blusher and eyeshadow. She painted her lips with a glossy red. The entire time, the reason for doing this, the person this was aimed at, was foremost in her mind and her stomach churned at the thought of what she was going to do for him and hopefully, to him. She stood and looked at herself in the mirror once more. Then smiling, she picked up her phone from the dresser and took a few pictures. Her idea beginning to crystallise.

Slipping on her black skirt and crimson blouse, she picked out a black set of high heels, went to her bedside draws and picked up a few things to pop into her clutch-bag; then headed down the stairs. She was about to leave when another thought made her mouth break out in a sly smile. She went into the utility room and emptied out the tumble drier. The contents of which was her underwear. She knew Liam would be working in here. And she knew that most men could not resist a look or a touch of a woman's panties. She put out some bras and a couple of suspender belts too, just so that he would know that she liked to wear stockings. Hopefully, that would get his motor running too. She giggled at how naughty this entrapment made her feel. But knew she could not stop herself even if she wanted to, which she didn't. She looked forwards to popping back at lunch time to start her little display off.

As she sat at her office desk that afternoon, returning to her thoughts of Liam as he looked up her skirt. Her plans had been a success to a point. But had he seen how wet her knickers had got, had he even realised that the lingerie she wore was specifically for him? Why would he, for all he knew, she might dress like that all the time for work. She wondered if he had now spotted her undies on the drier in the utility room, she would check it out when she got back. She had set out her lingerie with precision, so would know if he had moved any. Nothing had been touched during the morning, she was sure of it.

With more than a little trepidation, she started to think about the next phase of her plan. This could be difficult and had the potential of going very wrong. She didn't want to chase Liam away. She didn't want to alienate Charlotte as a friend. But her body, and more specifically the wetness of her knickers were telling her that she had little choice in the matter. She had to do this. Her need for that young man was overpowering. Her mind made up, she got up, grabbing her clutch-bag and headed down the corridor to the female toilets.

It was a single large cubicle, with lots of space as it was designed to cater for someone in a wheel chair too. She picked her phone out of the bag and set it to record video, then propped it up on the tiled floor of the toilet. She crouched before the lens, seeing the image that was being taken in the little screen. She opened her legs a little and could see what she had been displaying to Liam earlier and what, she hoped, he had found so enticing; just as she had intended. Her stocking tops and tanned thighs beyond, led the way to her moist cavern, trapped within the wet black panties. She waved at the camera-phone as if it were Liam himself. For he was to be the recipient of this video. All the while, she made sure that at this point, her face was not visible.

Standing, her heels clacking on the hard floor, she pulled up her skirt, suggestively, sexily, displaying her long stocking clad legs. She raised one heeled foot and placed it on the wall behind her, running her hand along the calf and over her knee. Izzy then stood facing the camera, she stepped back so that all of her body was visible, then slowly put her hands behind her to release the button and draw down the zipper on her skirt. Her breathing was getting more uncontrolled, erratic and could be heard along with the noises of people moving and talking in the corridor and adjacent offices.

She wiggled the skirt down across her hips and lifted it away, putting it somewhere out of sight of the camera. She then stood and released the buttons on her crimson blouse, removing it in a flurry of material. Izzy then stepped a little closer to the phone, so that the detail of what she was wearing was all visible, her fingers played with her suspender straps then slid down and into the tops of both stockings; relishing the feel of the silk against her skin. She raised her hand to her mouth and blew Liam a kiss. Then, with a wicked smile on her face, pulled her knickers slowly down her long legs. Stepping out of them, Izzy again crouched before the camera, her knees together, the stockings rasping on her thighs as she moved. She showed her knickers to Liam, letting him see how wet she was for him. Then she spread open her thighs, splayed open her puffy vaginal folds and slowly pushed her knickers into her vagina. She could see her lips clearly in the camera, and saw how wet and swollen they looked.

With all but the smallest bit of her panties swallowed by her vagina, she then reached up out of sight of the camera. For a teasing few seconds, her opened thighs and vaginal lips were all that was visible, until she brought her hand across the lens, holding a silver 'butt plug'. She brought the anal intruder up to her mouth and sucked it in between her rosy-red lips, running her tongue around it, and coating it with saliva. Then with her heels clicking, she turned around and showed Liam her perfect arse. Pulling on a cheek so that her anus was visible, she slowly inserted the plug. The camera caught her long, low groan as would anyone else passing in the corridor outside; as she pushed the sex toy fully home.

Izzy turned back to the phone and leant forwards so that her mouth was visible again. She smiled and pursed her lips, then showed the camera the watch about her wrist. It showed nearly 14:00. She then stood, put her blouse and skirt back on, and waving at the phone, stopped recording. She knew that if she had touched her clit at that moment, she would have exploded into an intense orgasm, the strength of which would have compared to her first exciting fumbles, when sex was new to her. She also knew that she would not be able to concentrate at the meeting she needed to attend in the next few minutes.

She decided not to wash her hands, wanting to smell her sex scent during the meeting, and in a perverted way, to potentially transfer this scent to some of her colleagues. As she walked to the meeting, the 'butt plug' and her knickers just kept reminding her of Liam. Her completely exposed vagina, giving her a sense of freedom and power, that she knew she would have to replicate in the future. When she sat in the meeting, it was Liam's cock she felt in her arse. When she fidgeted in the chair it was because his hands were upon her, arousing her, caressing her. When she opened her legs, it was because he was beneath the table running his tongue along her stocking clad thighs, towards her pussy. 'God,' she almost screamed to the room, 'I haven't had my pussy licked in years!' Safe to say that Izzy's mind was not on the meeting, her input was minimal, her attention a million miles away. The two hour meeting for her, flashed past in a flurry of lewd and erotic thoughts. Foremost in her head throughout that time was, what she was going to do next.

With the meeting over, Izzy returned immediately to the toilet. She placed her phone on the floor and resumed the video. She waved at the camera again, and showed her watch. It was two and a half hours later. She stood and removed her skirt and blouse once more, then crouching, swung herself around to show Liam that the 'butt plug' was still in place. She then turned back around and opened her thighs. Her panties were just visible between her pussy lips. She slowly pulled them out, leaning back on her arm, so that the view Liam was given was not only in HD, but was in close-up too. With her wet panties extracted. Izzy pulled back from the phone and leant forwards so that her mouth was visible. She smiled before opening it and feeding her juice covered panties in. With two fingers, she pushed the last piece of cloth between her rose coloured lips, then closed her mouth.

She then reached out of sight as before. This time her hand revealed an 8" latex rubber cock. She brought the phallus to her mouth and kissed the head. Then positioned it on the floor between her legs, pushing on the suction cup to secure it in place on the tiled surface. Izzy rubbed her hand up and down on the cock, suggestively, wanking it, then with her other hand she splayed her succulently wet lips and set the rounded head of the cock between then. She squatted down onto the erection. Her moans still easily audible, through her panty-filled mouth. As she raised and lowered herself slowly, the rubber cock became slick with her milky fluid.

She slid down half the length of the cock at a time, her pace already seemed to be very urgent. Her thighs opening and closing involuntarily as her excitement built. She ran her hands over her calves and legs, her whole body now an erogenous zone. Wherever, or whatever she touched brought her nearer to coming. She reached up to the front fastening of her bra and popped the clip, allowing her large breasts to tumble out. The fully erect nipples begged for her attention. They didn't have to wait long, as her thrusting was nearing its climax. She pinched hard upon her nipples and suddenly moaned more loudly. Her mouth dropping open and the panties nearly falling out.

Stuffing them back in she resumed with her nipple punishment. And sliding down the length of the shaft she felt the waves of orgasm hit her. Her legs clamped together suddenly, a violent tremor shaking her left leg, making her high heeled shoe tap repeatedly upon the tiles. "Ohhh, Ohhhh, oh." Her moans and screams still partially stifled by her panties. "Oooohhh God, Ohhh, oooh. FUCK! oUuuuuuhhhhgg...mmmmmmuuuuu."

She continued to ride the erection, but her thighs, still in spasm were unable to support her properly. Her movements, now less controlled, kept pulling the toy from the floor. So committed was she, to her own pleasure, that she pulled the panties from her mouth and threw them to one side, then opening her legs wide she grasped the base of the latex cock, finally rammed the full length of the rubber phallus fully into her cunt. Her other hand had found her clitoris and was rubbing vigorously upon the swollen nub of nerve endings. Her right breast dangled between her thighs and sway as she pumped her vagina.

Were anyone listening outside the door, they would have easily heard the slurping sexual sounds of a woman being fucked. Izzy's moaning was getting louder and more uncontrolled. "UUUggghhh, yes, oh yes...OOOHHH FUCK that's good. I...ummmm...I hope...GGOD..I hope you're...FUCK!...I...owww. I hope you're...enjoying this as much...owwwww..as I amm?". She was leaning forwards, her eyes tightly closed, as she thought of Liam's hard cock trusting into her needy vagina. She dribbled saliva from the corner of her mouth to the floor, as her control ebbed away completely as she gave into her fantasy. Her cunt too was flooding her fingers. "God I'm soooo wet. This is... what you...do to me!" She exclaimed, licking her lips. "God oh God. I'm gonna come again, ohhh...oohhhh. God, I need you. I need that cock of yours...oh fuck...oooooHHHHH!"

Her orgasm was noisy and messy, her juices were dripping from her hand to the floor. Her legs were shaking, such that her shoe fell off. She leant back on her arm and slowly plunged the cock into her pussy, showing her deep penetration in vivid close-up. Her vagina taking all of the eight inches that she rammed into it. Then she pulled the erect phallus slowly from the tight embrace of her vaginal muscles. Her vagina gaped open and her come flowed freely to the floor. She lifted the cock to her mouth and sucked upon it as her fingers played about her dripping labia.

Izzy was spent. She stood, reaching for her panties, wiping down the cock, then reaching out to put it down. She pulled on her wet panties, then, kissing each breast, and sucking each nipple with ease, she re-captured them in her bra. Izzy completed her dress. Packed away the cock. Then leaning in towards the camera and finally revealing all of her face, she blew another kiss at the camera and with 'butt plug' still inserted. She switched off the video.

"Now", she said to herself as she left, "How to get this to him? If I don't do it today, then I will 'chicken out', so it must be today." She smiled as the solution came to her.