I love being used without permission

Truthfully, I don’t know how to explain it, but there’s something that really turns me on about being treated like an object, as if I’m only good for someone else’s pleasure. For years now, I’ve had this guy who does it to me, and the feeling is incredible. He arrives, grabs me, takes my clothes off without a second thought, and uses me to get all his pent-up heat out. There are no sweet kisses, no tender looks, no pretty words. Just pure filth and a savage fucking. And me… fuck, it drives me wild. I enjoy every second that he treats me like his personal whore, like his toy to unload all his cum inside me until we’re both exhausted.

But this desire hasn’t stayed just with him. Lately, it’s gotten out of control and I’m extending it to other places. At work, for example, I can’t help it.

I have these coworkers… god, sometimes I see them and I can already picture one of them grabbing me against the photocopier, pulling down my stockings, and taking me from behind, quick and dirty, just to relieve a bit of stress. I’ve hinted at it to them in a thousand ways. I’ve given them looks that say it all, I’ve worn slightly shorter skirts and blouses that leave little to the imagination when I know we’re alone in the office. Even, one of these days, already without any shame, I blurted out to one of them in the kitchen: “Hey, if you ever need to unwind, you’ve got someone here who won’t cause any problems.” He almost choked on his coffee. He turned red as a tomato and started stammering nonsense.

They’re just so timid… They’re scared, or they don’t believe me, or they think it’s a trap. They don’t understand that I’m serious.

Really, I wouldn’t mind at all if one random day, without warning, they just bent me over in the bathroom or in the storage room. If they used me just to empty their balls and then went on with their day as if nothing happened. No drama, no commitments, no feelings. Pure animal sex. That’s how my friend treats me, and it’s the best fuck of my life. But with the others… nothing.

I don’t know how to be more direct without looking desperate. Will I have to just go up to them and say clearly: “Come, fuck me right now, I’m all yours”? Maybe yes. Because the need is already eating away at me. The simple thought of it has me wet all day, waiting for one of them to finally dare to use me like I so desperately want.