A present

That day Mrs. G arrived at the office to find a wrapped gift on her desk. It was wrapped in plain brown paper, with no card or tag to indicate who it was from. Intrigued, she tore it open... and gasped at what lay inside. Nestled in the tissue paper was a giant dildo, jet black and crafted of smooth silicone. It stood upright, slightly curved and intimidating in its realism. Mrs. G's eyes widened. She'd never used a toy like this before, never even thought about it. Heart racing, she glanced around the office. Everyone else was absorbed in their work, paying her no mind. Confused she quickly locked her office door, least someone drop in and see the dildo on her desk. Alone with the dildo, her mind spun with possibilities. Had her handsome coworker Michael sent it? She'd caught him staring at her cleavage more than once. Or perhaps it was Tom, the shy guy from Accounting. He always seemed to find a reason to visit her desk. Or could it be Sasha from Marketing? Mrs. G had noticed the pretty brunette giving her lingering looks... The thought of an alluring female coworker wanting to bring her to the heights of ecstasy sent her arousal soaring. The mystery, the taboo - Mrs. G became aware in that moment that her fingers were trailing over dildo's length. What was she doing? She quickly pushed the thing off her table. Whoever it was, this wasn't proper thing to do - not just she was their coworker, she was also happily married. Mrs.G stood up with the intention to pack it up and throw it away, but to her surprise, the dildo stood straight, its base stabilizing it perfectly even despite its length. It stood tall and proud. Is this how you are supposed to use it? "It would be a good squatting exercise." - she joked. In her mind Michael, Tom and Sasha were all watching her and encouraging her to do it. She felt a thrill of anticipation as she imagined slowly lowering herself onto it, engulfing it with her heat. She felt a wetness between her legs, a sign of her growing arousal. Before she could second guess herself, Mrs.G lost her clothes and positioned herself over the dildo. Her breath hitched as she lowered herself onto it, the sensation of being filled sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She began to move, her body taking on a rhythmic motion. She squatted, her thighs trembling with the effort, and the dildo slid in and out of her with a smooth, effortless glide. As she moved up and down, her mind drifted to the office, back to her colleagues. She imagined Michael, his strong hands guiding her onto the dildo, his strong voice whispering encouragements. Then she envisioned Tom, his fingers tracing the lines of her body as she used the dildo. Sasha was there licking her ear and whispering naughty things into it. She imagined them, one by one, and then all of them together, the fantasies growing more vivid with each thought. Her movements became faster, and her fantasy interweaved with her actions more and more. Each stroke became a dance with her fantasies, each orgasmic tremor intensified by the images of her colleagues. Mrs.G's hunger grew - she needed more. The size of the dildo was too big, but she was in an orgasmic frenzy - with each stroke she was sinking lower inch by inch. Mrs.G felt pain as it stretched her to her limits , but that fueled her arousal even more. She was a total mess - her moans were mixed with saliva, tears were rolling down her face ruining her mascara, but she wasn't aware of any of it. She rode the dildo with abandon, harder and deeper, harder and deeper still, and in her fantasies Michael and Tom were filling both her pussy and her ass with their cocks while she was licking Sasha's pussy. And then with a final slam down onto the toy, Mrs. G came undone. Her climax crashed over her, wringing a scream from her lips. She pulsed around the dildo again and again, gripping it like a vice.