Her Shrinking Skirt

By Rosa Otori

Rose Devraux never believed in curses... until she fell victim to one! Being late for work is bad enough, but it's even worse when your skirt starts to unravel during a meeting! When everything Rose wears starts to disappear, how can she avoid being humiliated? And how far is she willing to go to break the curse?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rosa Otori
• Release date: Mar 2, 2012
• ISBN: 9781466097698

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Her Shrinking Skirt

by Rosa Otori

Copyright 2012 Rosa Otori

Published at Smashwords

Rose Devraux sighed in pleasure as she moved her hand down her body, towards the dampness between her legs. There had been another hot dream last night, so hot it woke her up early. Rose looked at her clock. She had ten minutes until the alarm went off, so she closed her eyes and let her mind drift back to the fantasy.

In the dream, she had been walking somewhere – an alley, maybe. She had tripped over something. Then a handsome guy came along to help her up. She had pressed her body to his, grateful for his help, and soon he was fucking her hard in the dirty alley for anybody who walked by to see.

Rose rubbed at her clit as her mind filled in the details that the dream had lacked. In her mind, the man was her boss, Mr. Clark – but a different Mr. Clark than the one she knew. He was more commanding, more... authoritative. In the fantasy, she enjoyed being taken by him, displayed in public... the humiliation of it was nothing compared to the wicked feeling she got from being used by him.

Her hand moved faster on her pussy. She grabbed at her breast urgently, feeling her nipples stiffening with arousal. In her mind, Mr. Clark was fucking her faster now, his thick cock filling her entirely. Rose slipped a finger inside herself and shuddered. In her fantasy, Mr. Clark reached down with his rough hand and began to massage her clit, just like she was doing now.

Rose began to feel her orgasm building. She fucked herself faster, all the while imagining Mr. Clark doing it, Mr. Clark giving it to her hard and rough. The fantasy shifted. She imagined herself going into his office today, telling him about the dream – he wouldn't know what to say, but she'd do all the talking. She'd tell him how bad she wanted him, needed him... and then... and then...

Ahhh! Rose cried, cumming against her hand. Hurried visions of sucking, of fucking, raced through her mind as she frantically pleasured herself. Her body jerked in her bed, the waves crashing down on her again and again.

Rose imagined that he was here now, laying next to her, using his own hand on her. Oh yes, sir! You're so good to me! she cried, her legs clamping hard against her hand, trapping it against her pussy. She moaned as the orgasm continued to rock her body, her hand kneading her aching pussy, desperate for the cum to never stop.

She bit her lip to keep from screaming. This was so good – so hot! She could almost smell his cologne in the room. She opened her eyes, expecting to see him laying next to her. She felt a twinge of disappointment as she came back to reality. It was only a fantasy. She rubbed herself slowly as the orgasm faded. She closed her eyes again and breathed deeply, laying there.

Eventually, she opened her eyes. Surely the alarm was going to go off soon. She looked at the clock.

Shit! she thought. The alarm didn't go off!

She jumped out of bed, running to the shower. On this day of all days she had let herself get