Me So Horny
Just in time, Kim Robinson thought as she rushed into her cube at work. It had been touch and go there for a bit and for a moment or two there, she’d thought she was going to be late again but she’d made it just in time.
“Kim.”
The startled blond looked up to find her boss standing there. God, didn’t he have anything better to do than to stand there and watch what she was doing? “Hullo, Mr. Harrison,” she said.
“You were almost late today,” the man said.
Almost didn’t count for shit, Kim wanted to tell him. Of course, he was her boss so she wasn’t going to say any such thing but that was definitely what she wanted to tell him. “I wasn’t late,” she said.
“Relax,” the balding man said. “I didn’t say you were late. I just said you were almost late.”
“But I wasn’t,” Kim said again.
“You’re lucky,” the older man said.
“Why’s that?” Kim asked.
The man just shrugged. “Things are a little different here than they were where I used to work. When I was in the home office in Chrystal Heights ...”
Oh God, the girl thought. Not another Chrystal Heights story. Didn’t the old man ever get tired of talking about that place. It seemed like it was always Chrystal Heights this and Chrystal Heights that, Kim thought. If he liked the place so much the girl thought, maybe he shouldn’t have left it.
But of course she had to listen because he was her boss so she dutifully pretended to pay attention and she inserted the occasional “uh huh” as needed just so he’d know that she was still listening.
She docked her laptop and she pressed the start button even as the old man droned on. At least this story didn’t seem to be as long as some of the others, she told herself because it already seemed as if the man was starting to come to the end of it.
“So you see,” the old man said, “sometimes ‘almost’ still isn’t good enough.”
“That’s very interesting,” Kim said.
The man seemed to give her a funny look. “Were you even listening to what I told you?” the man asked.
Oh fuck. He’d caught her, she thought, but what could she do. “Of course I was,” she lied.
“I certainly hope so,” her boss said. “I know you probably think that I’m some stupid old man with my stories and such but my stories always have a point.”
“I understand that, Mr. Harrison.”
The man just looked at her again as if he was trying to determine whether he believed her or not. Finally, he nodded. “All right then,” he said finally. “I want those reports on my desk by noon today.”
“I know, Mr. Harrison.”
“And not a minute later.”
“I know. You’ll have them.”
“Just make sure I do, and Kim?”
“Yes?”
“You’re a good researcher but no cutting corners like you did with the last ones.”
“I won’t.”
“All right then. I’ll leave you to your work.”
Kim watched the man walk away from her. Man, she would have loved to have stuck her tongue out at him. Sure, it was hardly all that professional and okay, it was kind of childlike but sometimes, the way he spoke to her, sometimes, he made her feel so stupid. She didn’t do it though because as much as she might have wanted to do it, sometimes, it seemed as if her boss seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.
The reports took longer than expected and it wasn’t until after noon when she finally sent them on to her boss.
Mr. Harrison was back that afternoon. “You were late again,” he said.
“I know,” Kim said, “but some of the data wasn’t available.”
“You’re making excuses.”
“I’m not,” Kim tried to protest. “The figures—”
Her boss cut her off. “I don’t want to hear it. This has to stop. You have to stop being late all the time.”
I’m not late, Kim wanted to say, but she held her tongue. She didn’t want to get on her boss’s wrong side.
“I suppose someone is going to have to teach you a lesson,” the man said.
Yeah right, Kim thought. Who’s going to teach me a lesson. You?
“We’ll talk again real soon,” the man said.
“Sure thing,” Kim agreed but even as she was saying it, she was scoffing at the man in front of her. Sure he thought someone should teach her a lesson but when it came right down to it, he just wasn’t up to the job.
The man nodded. “Carry on,” he told her and with that, she was dismissed from his office.
Kim finished out her work and then she shut down her laptop and she took it home that night. She really was very good at her work, she told herself and in the end, Mr. Harrison didn’t really have all that much to be mad at her about even if she was late with her report every once in a while.
The next morning when she awoke, Kim couldn’t help but feel a little sluggish. She had to get up, she told herself. She needed to get ready for work, but the truth was she didn’t want to get up and the truth was she didn’t want to get ready for work.
Her pussy was wet, she realized, and almost as soon as she realized that, she knew what she wanted. She wanted to play with her pussy.
But she didn’t have time for that she tried to tell herself.
Her body, it seemed, had other ideas and almost without even realizing she was doing it, she felt her hand slide down inside her panties.
“Oh yes,” she moaned as she touched herself. Oh yes. She did need this. She needed this a lot.
She didn’t worry about the time. She just let her fingers play between her legs. Just a little bit more, she told herself. Just a little bit more.
She couldn’t help but moan as her fingers finally did it for her. Oh my God, she thought as her pussy finally gave in to her sexual release. Oh my God. She really did need this.
Guiltily, she pulled her fingers back. What was she doing, she told herself. She needed to get to work and if she didn’t hurry up, she’d be late and that would give Mr. Harrison one more reason to find fault with her work so reluctantly, she pulled herself out of bed and she made her way to her bathroom.
It was only there for a moment. She saw a flash of black in the mirror and something else that couldn’t be as well but when she looked again, everything was exactly as it was supposed to be. Her hair was a golden blond and not black and she was wearing the same old t-shirt that she always wore to bed.
It had only been for a moment but for a moment, what she’d thought she’d seen, well, it couldn’t be, but she’d almost thought she’d seen a Japanese schoolgirl in the mirror and while that couldn’t possibly be what she’d actually seen, she couldn’t help but remind herself of her own fantasies, She’d always thought there was something so cute about them. If, if she ever did it with a girl, like that was ever going to happen, but if she ever did it with a girl, she hoped it would be a Japanese schoolgirl.
She shook her head. Geez, Kim, she told herself. You got to get a grip on yourself and Kim smiled again for really, she couldn’t possibly have seen what she thought she’d seen.
Mr. Harrison was waiting for her when she arrived at work that morning. “You’re late,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“What?”
“I’m sorry,” Kim said again. “It was all my fault.”
“You’re admitting it?”
She was admitting it, Kim realized. Why was she admitting it but then before she could even answer her own question, she was answering her boss instead. “Of course, I’m admitting it,” she said. “It wouldn’t be right for me to deny it.”
Her boss just looked at her as if he couldn’t seem to decide just what the heck he was supposed to say. “Well, okay,” he said finally as if he couldn’t seem to figure out what to say. “Well, as long as you agree with me,” he said.
“Of course I agree with you,” Kim said. “You’re my boss. I would never dream of disagreeing with you.”
“Yeah right,” the man said. “Well, just get back to work.”
For the life of her, Kim couldn’t imagine why the heck it was that she’d said what she’d said. She didn’t even like her boss. He was always trying to tell her what to do and he was always treating her like she didn’t know anything and when she was right and he was wrong, he never seemed to be able to give her the credit she deserved so why had she said what she’d said.
One thing was certain though. What she’d said had certainly worked. It had seemed to take the wind right out of Bill Harrison’s sails and maybe that was the real truth of it. Maybe for that reason alone, maybe it really was the right thing to say.
For some reason, work just seemed to flow for her. It wasn’t like it was all that unusual. There were some days when everything just seemed to come together. There were other days of course when they didn’t and there were some days when nothing seemed to work but this was definitely one of the former.
She arrived home that evening feeling good about what she’d done but there was something else as well. Kim really couldn’t place what she was feeling but it was almost as if she couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong.
She ate a few bites of her dinner and she tossed the rest of it out. She picked up the remote and she flicked through the television channels but nothing seemed to catch her interest. Something was wrong, she told herself, but whatever it was,
Whatever was bothering her, it didn’t seem to affect her ability to sleep because she had a good night’s sleep and the next morning, she woke up feeling refreshed.
Actually, it was more than just feeling refreshed Kim had to admit as she let a hand slide down between her legs. It was ... it was ... mmm, it was her pussy. She was so wet.
Her other hand played with her tits even as her fingers diddled her pussy. Mmm. It was so good. She was almost there. She was ...
Almost ...
Oh fuck. A little more ...
“Oh yeah,” she moaned. Not almost anymore. She was definitely there and then she moaned as her fingers finally got her off.
She giggled a bit as she finally pulled herself out of bed. She had to go to work, She didn’t really want to, of course, but if she didn’t, Mr. Harrison would be mad at her so of course, she had to go.
She padded off to the bathroom and that’s when she caught it out of the corner of her eye and she couldn’t help but do a double take. What the fuck was going on here?
It was her hair that caught her attention. She had been a blond, she told herself. Well, she supposed she still was only where she had one time had a golden mane, that wasn’t what she had now. It was more of a light brown with streaks of blond running through it. What the fuck!
She looked again.
Actually, she thought. It wasn’t that bad. She kind of liked it. She turned her head to and fro. Yeah. This wasn’t half bad, she told herself. She wasn’t sure why whatever it was had happened to her but now that it had, she had to admit it wasn’t half bad.
It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t hers. She’d always been a blond so why did she now have brown hair. She just didn’t get it.
She was already running late so she thought her shower would be a quick affair but it was just that as soon as she began to rub the soap over her body and as soon as she let it slide between her legs ...
She’d moaned at that but she’d done more than that. Even as she told herself that she didn’t have time for this, she was letting her hands play with her body.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned. Oh yeah, that was good.
She wasn’t worried anymore about whether she was going to be late. She was only worried about the way her hands felt.
She whimpered as she felt her body respond to her fingers. “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes.”
Almost there, she told herself. She was almost there.
Release came suddenly and left the girl gasping for breath. Oh yeah, she thought as she finally stepped out of the shower. Oh yeah. That was good.
She was shorter.
How the fuck could be shorter, Kim wondered. People didn’t just get shorter, but she was shorter. Not by a lot, but by enough.
She was shorter.
She was also late but it seemed as if Mr. Harrison was nowhere to be found. Kim breathed a sigh of relief. She’d gotten away with one, only ...
Only why didn’t she feel as happy about that as she should have?
It was almost as if she didn’t want to get away with it. It was almost as if ...
No, it couldn’t be that.
It was almost as if she wanted to be good. It was almost as if she wanted to please and it was almost as if she wanted to please her boss.
No, it most certainly couldn’t be that.
If there was anything that it couldn’t be, it couldn’t be that she wanted to please her boss. It could be almost anything else but that.
For all of what might have been called her perceived uncertainty, work progressed well. She did her job. She had her lunch. She chatted with her coworkers and then she very amiably went home to her apartment.
The next morning though, she was even hornier than she had been the day before. Damn, she thought as she rubbed her pussy. If she was always going to wake up this horny, she really ought to get a vibrator.
She moaned again as she lay in bed and she let her fingers do their magic work between her legs.
Well, it should have been magic, she told herself but for whatever the reason, she just couldn’t seem to find the right thing to do.
Her fingers kept working even as her other hand played with her tits. She was so hot. She was so ... so ... oh my God. She was so much in need.
But as much in need as she was, she couldn’t seem to get herself all the way there. She seemed to be on an almost constant verge of getting herself off and yet every time, she seemed to be about to arrive, something would throw her off.
And every time she’d try again, try to get herself to that place, try to get herself off.
Time was running out though. She knew that. If she didn’t get ready soon, she was going to be late for work.
She took one last look at the clock by her bed. It was late, she knew. It was almost too late. She had to get ready.
But she didn’t want to stop what she was doing. She was just that close.
Reluctantly though, the girl pulled her fingers back. Regardless of what she wanted, she had to go to work.
She was on her way to the bathroom when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and what she saw there made her stop and take another look and when that second look didn’t register any better than the first one had, she just stopped and stared at herself.
Her hair was jet black.
How the hell could her hair be black?
Something just had to be wrong.
Wait a minute. Hadn’t she ... didn’t she ... hadn’t she worn a t-shirt to bed. A big oversized t-shirt. She ... she thought she’d worn it only now ...
Only now as her hands came up to touch herself, she could see her chest was bare. Her whole body was bare except for the little, cotton panties that she now wore.
No, she told herself. No. This was wrong. She didn’t go to bed topless and more than that, she most certainly wasn’t ... Asian.
Oh but she certainly looked that way.
But she wasn’t she tried to tell herself. She tried to stamp her foot as she looked at the reflection in the mirror. That wasn’t her, she told herself. That wasn’t her. She was ... she was an American. Her last name was ... was ...
Why couldn’t she remember her name. It was right there on the tip of her tongue. She knew it. Her last name was ...
She started to get scared. How could she not know her last name. It was ...
She was getting more and more agitated. She could feel it building up inside her and then suddenly and without warning, the agitation went away. She wasn’t sure why it went away. All she knew was she’d know what she needed to know when she needed to know it. For now though, she needed to go to work and whatever she did, she mustn’t be late because her boss wouldn’t like that and she always did what her boss told her to do.
She took her shower and she dried herself off and when she looked in the mirror, it didn’t bother her that her body was that of an Asian. After all, what other kind of body would she expect to see there. Of course, her body was that of an Asian.
She put on the white blouse and the pleated skirt that she always wore to work and she put on her white knee-high socks and her black patent-leather shoes and she looked at herself in the mirror. She was ready, she told herself.
She went to work and she quickly settled herself into her cubicle. She couldn’t remember what she was supposed to do so she just sat there. She was sure someone would come and tell her what to do.
And sure enough, there was her boss. He took one look in her cube and he shook his head. “What’s wrong, Kimiko?”
The girl looked at her boss. Her name wasn’t ... something was wrong.
“Kimiko?”
“Yes, Mr. Harrison,” the girl said and she couldn’t help but notice that when she said it, her voice was both deferential and accented.
“Is there something wrong, Kimiko?”
“No, Mr. Harrison. I mean yes. I mean ...”
“Is it no or is it yes.”
Kimiko looked at the man. Sometimes, English could be so confusing.
“Kimiko?”
“Yes, Mr. Harrison.”
“Perhaps you should come with me.”
“Yes, Mr. Harrison.”
Kimiko followed the man to his office and when her boss told her to shut the door behind her, she did that as well.
The man slid behind his desk and he looked up at the girl standing in front of him. “What’s wrong, Kimiko?”
The girl just stood there. English was such a hard language.
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
It just came out in a quick rush. “Me so horny, Mr. Harrison. Me want to fuck you long time.”
Her boss just looked at her as if he couldn’t believe she’d just said what she’d said but then he started to smile. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing,” he said.
“Mr. Harrison.”
“Did you know I like little Asian girls? Little Asian girls who do what they’re told to do. Did you know I liked that?”
“No, Mr. Harrison,” but the girl standing in front of him seemed to understand. She seemed to recall thinking the same thing herself.
Her boss just smiled. “Well, I do,” he told her, “and you know, I think I’m starting to like you, Kimiko. I think I like you a lot.”
“You do?” the little Asian girl asked hopefully.
“I do and I think you can help me with something.”
“What can I help you with, Mr. Harrison?”
“I think my cock’s rather hard right now.”
“It is?”
“It is and I think if you want to keep working here, you’re going to take my cock out of my pants and you’re going to suck it good.”
Kimiko looked at the man and then she looked at his pants and then she was kneeling in front of him and she was unzipping his pants and she was taking out his cock. “Me suck you long time,” she said and then just to make sure there wasn’t any confusion about what she meant because of course, English was such a hard language, she let her mouth slide down over her boss’s cock.
The man groaned as the young woman took his cock into her mouth. “Oh fuck,” he moaned. “Oh yeah. Suck it like that.”
Kimiko was doing exactly that.
Her boss groaned even as the little Asian girl sucked away on his cock. “You do seem to be a little better at following orders now, don’t you?” he said.
Kimiko of course said nothing.
The man groaned again and Kimiko sucked.
Bill Harrison pulled his cock back and as it plopped free from the girl’s mouth, she seemed to try to follow it.
“Stop it,” he told her and that was all it took to get Kimiko to stop what she was doing.
She stopped what she was doing.
“Stand up,” he ordered and Kimiko stood.
“What are you?” the man asked again.
“Me so horny.”
“And what do you want to do?”
“Me want to love you long time.”
The man grinned. “Well if that’s what you want, I suppose we ought to get you out of those clothes, don’t you think?”
“Me want to love you long time.”
“Yes, I think we’ve already established that. Why don’t you take off those clothes for me.”
“Me want to love you long time,” the girl said yet again but then she was removing her white blouse and she dropped it to the floor.
“There you go,” the man said. “And now the skirt.”
Kimiko nodded and she unzipped her little, pleated schoolgirl’s skirt and she let it fall to the floor and she was about to remove her panties when Bill stopped her.
“Turn around,” he told her.
Kimiko turned around.
“Bend over the desk,” the man said.
Again, Kimiko did as she was told to do.
The man came up behind her and Kimiko could feel his hand on her little, panty-clad bottom. “Tell me what it is you want me to do again,” he said.
“Me want you to fuck me long time,” the girl moaned.
The man grinned although the girl couldn’t actually see him do it. “I was kind of hoping you’d say that,” he said and then in one quick movement, he swept away her little Hello Kitty panties.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned as she felt the man come up behind her. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”
As if there was ever any doubt. Bill Harrison pushed his cock up against her tight, little pussy and then he was shoving himself inside.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “Oh yeah. Fuck me.”
And Bill’s cock did exactly that.
“Fuck me,” the girl moaned.
Oh God. He was doing that.
“Fuck me,” the girl moaned yet again.
The man groaned and then he groaned again and this time it was happening and geez, it just felt so good. He was cumming. He was cumming in that tight, liitle Asian pussy. Oh geez. It felt so good.
The little Asian girl moaned and it was clear she was cumming, too.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Oh yeah. You like that? You like my cock?”
“Me love it,” Kimiko moaned.
“Of course you do but tell me, what are you going to to do.”
“Me love you long time.”
“Of course you will,” the man told her. “Would you mind if I told you something, something I’ve never told anyone else?”
“No, Mr. Harrison.”
“I’ve always loved Japanese schoolgirls and I’ve always wanted to fuck one.”
Funny, Kimiko thought. It seemed as if she’d been thinking the same thing.
“That’s why I like you, Kimiko. You’re going to love me long, long time.”