I 'm inclined for this. I really am. I 've been working on the presentation for a week. I know this material inside and out.

Then why am I so nervous ? Why am I 'm hesitating outside his part ?

Even after my internal pep talk I can palpate my palms are sweaty. I wipe them quickly on my pencil skirt, straighten the buttons of my blouse, and smooth back my hair, which is pulled into a high-tight ponytail.

I take one endure calming breath and knock. His voice carries through the door as he tells me to `` Come in ''.

I 've been working here for six months and I still feel knocked off my heels every time I face him. He is ... vivid. That one Holy Scripture describes his physique and presence. I find him intimidating and compelling but I 'm trying to push that all aside so I can focus on this presentation.

As I 'm standing there gapping at him he gestures for me to pack a seat and pulls up the stuff that I emailed him just before I came in.

I sit in the chair that he indicated and open my own computer. My finger's breadth do n't need to cooperate. I fumble the paint while typing in my password. I keep my eyes down so I 'm not looking at him and start talking.

It 's obvious that I 'm nervous. He must mark it. I 'm speaking too quickly and stumbling over some Logos but I slowly sink into my flow. I 'm chic. I know this stuff. My confidence comes back.

He asks a few prosperous doubt. I 've prepared and I provide smart answers quickly. After the final chute I pause and feel a smiling pull up the corner of my back talk. I did it.

We sit silently for a few second base. His eyes are piercing. The silence lasts a moment long than is comfortable before he breaks it with a final examination question.

When that dubiousness drops I feel my cheek flush quickly with hotness. That is a head I 'm not prepared for ! How did he pick up on the one topic that I had n't considered ?

He 's watching me, motionless like a predator, waiting for my solvent. I do n't think. I just react and say the first thing to comes to my head. He sighs and drops his hands. His gaze has turned from assessing to stern.

Caught ! That was a pillock idea and we both know it.

He stands slowly. Coming around to my side of his desk. He crosses his warm legs and lean against his desk. He 's now close enough for me to smell him and feel the oestrus of his consistence. I edge my hindquarters back in the chair, just a minuscule, to get some space.

He asks me how I feel about the answer that I gave him and I have to admit that I was n't thinking. There is no talking my way out of this with him.

His fingertips are tapping on the boundary of his desk while he looks out the window. When his regard is turned I feel my body relax. That 's the moment he grabs my ponytail. Hard. When I least expect it.

He yanks me out of the chair and I fall onto my knees which rub painfully on the carpet. I hear his belt opening with a clink and the audio of his slide fastener pulling down.

He tells me `` That was a dumb reply and you know it. I will not tolerate that kind of incompetency in my office. Do you understand me ? ``

I try to nod but the grip he has on my hair tightens. `` overt your dull mouth. I 'm going to shove that dolt back down your throat. You are going to swallow it along with my cum and never let it come back up again. ``

I 'm immobilise with shock but I can find the caput of his cock push up against my conclude back talk. When I do n't move quickly he yanks my hair hard again and growls `` surface. '' My lips voice instinctively. I feel him push in, taste him salty on my tongue and feel my jaw jump to stretch to suit how thick he is.

He 's pumping in and out of my oral fissure now. Holding my ponytail to keep me still. Then I feel him push deeper and hit the loaded spot at the back of my throat. I instinctively try to overstretch away. He 's too big. That will hurt. He growls again `` Open your throat for me. I 'm fucking the stupid out of you. You need this. ``

How did I get here ? He pushes in cryptic again and this time he does n't stop over when I struggle. He holds my hair tight at the back of my head and get-up-and-go me down onto his cock until we both feel him slide tightly down my throat.

I 'm immobilize. I ca n't breath. There is no space for anything else but his physical structure. He holds us in that position for a few seconds before he groans and pulls out. His cock is soaked from my dribble and it slaps me wetly in the face as he takes it out of my mouth.

'' Are you a thoroughly young lady or a slut ? Do you want this to bar ? '' I almost neglect his question because I 'm staring at his cock. I swallow and experience how gravelly my pharynx is from being used like this. `` Answer me. ``

I whisper `` I 'm a slut ''. He pretends not to hear and take out my head back harder and I feel it all let go. `` I 'm a slut ! '' I say clear and loud. Even more confident now than when I was presenting. `` I 'm a jade and I want your turncock again, please. Please put it back in my backtalk ''.

'' Good little slut. '' he says and he holds his prick just out of reach of my greedy mouth. Gripping my hair so I have to shinny with him to latch back on. When he slides inside I suck and lick and swallow with enthusiasm. I have a single destination. I need his cum.

He lets me think that I have control for a few minutes. The sounds of my soppy, slutty sucking filling his smooth office before he takes control again.

When he 's had enough of my despair he tightens his clutches and pushes back in deep. My olfactory organ is pressed hard against his pelvic girdle before he starts pumping in short CVA. My jaw is starting to ache when I hear him groan and his cum is filling me. He holds us like that for a import before pulling out to watch his cum dribbling down my chin.

He gazes down at me before he lets go of my hair and tuck himself away. `` Clean yourself up and do n't let this ever encounter again. '' He says calmly as he exits the office.

Still kneeling on the floor, I dig through my bag to detect a break down Kleenex. I wipe the cum and split off my face. biff my fingertips and try to use them to pass over away the mascara track and I adjust my ponytail. He 's pulled it almost completely free.

Later that nighttime I 'm working on another presentation when I noticed the red index number on my browser light up. I have an electronic mail. I click over to my letter box and see his public figure and a single word subject job. `` validation ''

I slide the cursor over slowly. Hesitating to click. When I finally do the email shows one argument and an attachment.

'' I 'll always have this as proof that you are the Office jade. '' Under the bloodline is an implant video.

I click and watch the young lady in the video. Hear the do-or-die sounds she 's making. See her gagging for more. My whole body feels flushed and my pussy is wet. When the video ends I click to trifle it again.

'' I 'm a fornicatress. '' I whisper it along with the girl on the video as I cum on my own fingers.

I clean up quickly and get back to work. I have to present to him again succeeding workweek. I need to be better prepared this prison term .