[I am a female civil servant with a lewd heart]

I am a female civil servant with a lustful heart.

Reading everyone's articles has given me a lot of inspiration. At 25, I'm a government official in the municipal

propaganda department . My temperament and figure always attract attention.

Having been assigned to this government office right after graduating from university, I feel my life is incredibly dull

. I don't like the boyfriend my family introduced me to. There's no romance or passion between us like we had in college. But I understand that everything is for my future

development, including my father's career; I have no other choice.

Every day, I only find excitement and passion on Huanhuan (a Chinese online forum). I like to come here after lunch

when no one is in the office to experience this feeling. Coming to Huanhuan's literary garden and browsing everyone's articles, I can't help but feel a surge of

excitement , and this has become a habit. This secretive feeling, with

the possibility of being discovered at any time, is something I can't experience at home.

As noon approaches, I feel a sense of anticipation, and my lower body involuntarily becomes wet. I

love the feeling of my damp panties clinging to my labia, while the tight stockings confine my panties to my clitoris,

arousing my desire with every movement. Who knows that while I'm chatting and laughing with colleagues,

my wet genitals are twitching and struggling; while I'm handing over documents to my superiors, my clitoris is

throbbing !?

I wait eagerly yet patiently, slowly waiting until lunch break, when my

desire reaches its peak. I lock the office door, open my phone, read my favorite articles,

and at the same time, lift my skirt to my waist, pull my panties and stockings down to my knees, raise my legs, open my already soaked

petals, and rub my clitoris with my fingers, repeatedly reaching orgasm 3-5 times, letting the wet feeling permeate my entire body.

At this time, I fantasize about several mature and steady leaders in the workplace, surrounding me,

their hands caressing my body. He rubbed a thick, dark penis against my face, lips, breasts, and hands.

I fantasized that during each orgasm, they would ejaculate hot semen into my mouth, spraying it on my

face , breasts, and vulva.

After multiple orgasms, I felt a strong emptiness in my vagina. At this time, I inserted my fingers into my vagina,

thrusting and probing forcefully. I liked to use my middle finger to probe the front wall of my vagina, the rapid and intense friction giving me a

feeling of urgent needing to urinate, accompanied by gurgling friction and my suppressed moans. I would gradually increase

the pressure of my fingers until each probe hit my cervix, and the final orgasm left me feeling temporarily exhausted. I felt that

the orgasms I achieved through masturbation were more intense and more satisfying, completely different from having sex with my boyfriend.

Sometimes, I would also use toys, but the homemade kind. Although I really liked those dildos sold online that

could twist, vibrate, and rotate beads, and I had fantasized about buying one to wear and secretly controlling

the switch to stimulate myself, I ultimately didn't have the courage.

My masturbation tool is my cherished carrot, which I carefully select under the pretense of helping my mom buy groceries

. I choose

carrots with perfect streamlined shapes, about 11 or 12 centimeters long, moderate thickness, and smooth surfaces. I boil them in hot water until they're half-cooked, sterilizing them at high temperature before putting on a condom for

preservation. The half-cooked carrots are also very elastic, making them very pleasurable when inserted into the vagina.

One noon, as usual, I masturbated in the office. After a clitoral orgasm, I took out the condom-covered

carrot and inserted it deeply into my vagina. I pinched the knot at the base of the condom with my fingers and used my palm to simulate a man

's mons pubis, pounding it against my genitals, making slapping, gurgling, and squelching sounds. I almost reached a state of ecstasy.

But just then, there was a knock at the door. It was our section chief. I hurriedly pulled up my underwear and stockings, pulled down

my skirt , and went to open the door while the carrot was still inside my vagina.

Because I was delayed for a short while, and perhaps because my eyes and face were still flushed from the orgasm, I saw

the section chief's suspicious gaze, which made me feel utterly ashamed. The section chief didn't say anything, but asked me to open

a document on the computer; he needed to access some data. The moment I sat down, I felt the carrot being

inserted , and I almost moaned. At that moment, I was incredibly excited. I wanted to turn around, unbuckle the section chief's belt, and

take his penis into my mouth, letting his thick, hard shaft reach my throat, letting him

thrust , ejaculating into my mouth and face, while I lasciviously swallowed it. I also wanted the section chief to roughly lift my

skirt, pull down my panties, take the wet carrot out of my vagina, and while mocking

me with lewd language, insert his thick penis into my body, making squelching, squelching friction sounds, crackling, crackling

impact sounds, making me whimper and reach orgasm.

But I dared not do any of this. All sorts of lewd and obscene thoughts had crossed my mind, but I had never

acted on them. Life went on like this, day after day, whenever I had the chance, I would repeat my lewd behavior. I was still

that outwardly aloof, beautiful and charming government official; still that inwardly passionate, lustful female civil servant.

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