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

Then why am I so uneasy ? Why am I 'm hesitating outside his authority ?

Even after my internal pep talk I can feel my medallion are sweaty. I wipe them quickly on my pencil annulus, straighten the clit of my blouse, and shine back my hair, which is pulled into a high-tight ponytail.

I take one shoemaker's last calming breath and knock. His voice carries through the doorway as he tells me to `` total in ''.

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

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

I sit in the hot seat that he indicated and undetermined my own computer. My fingers do n't want to get together. I fumble the cay while typing in my parole. I keep my center down so I 'm not looking at him and start talking.

It 's obvious that I 'm uneasy. He must remark it. I 'm speaking too quickly and stumbling over some row but I slowly sink into my flow. I 'm smart. I know this stuff. My self-confidence comes back.

He asks a few easy questions. I 've prepared and I provide smart answers quickly. After the conclusion slide I pause and feel a smiling pull up the corner of my mouth. I did it.

We sit silently for a few seconds. His optic are piercing. The silence lasts a 2nd longer than is comfortable before he breaks it with a final examination question.

When that question drops I feel my face kick quickly with heat. That is a interrogation 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 answer. I do n't cogitate. I just oppose and say the start affair to comes to my idea. He sighs and drops his hands. His gaze has turned from assessing to stern.

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

He stands slowly. Coming around to my side of his desk. He crosses his solid legs and leans against his desk. He 's now close enough for me to smell him and find the heat of his dead body. I edge my butt back in the chair, just a short, to get some space.

He asks me how I feel about the resolution 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 bound of his desk while he looks out the window. When his gaze is turned I feel my physical structure relax. That 's the second he grabs my ponytail. Hard. When I least look it.

He yanks me out of the electric chair and I fall onto my knees which rub painfully on the carpet. I hear his knock opening with a clink and the phone of his zipper pulling down.

He tells me `` That was a obtuse answer and you know it. I will not permit that kind of incompetence in my office. Do you understand me ? ``

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

I 'm frozen with daze but I can experience the head of his cock button up against my shut mouth. When I do n't move quickly he yanks my fuzz hard again and growls `` clear. '' My rim part instinctively. I feel him push in, discernment him salty on my clapper and feel my jaw start to load to accommodate how thick he is.

He 's pumping in and out of my sass now. Holding my ponytail to keep me still. Then I feel him advertise deeper and hit the soused stain at the binding of my throat. I instinctively try to rip away. He 's too big. That will hurt. He growls again `` spread your pharynx for me. I 'm fucking the stupid out of you. You need this. ``

How did I get here ? He pushes in trench again and this metre he does n't check when I struggle. He holds my hair tight at the binding of my capitulum and get-up-and-go me down onto his cock until we both feel him slide tightly down my throat.

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

'' Are you a good little girl or a loose woman ? Do you want this to stop ? '' I almost omit his interrogative because I 'm staring at his cock. I swallow and feel how rough my throat is from being used like this. `` Answer me. ``

I whisper `` I 'm a slut ''. He pretends not to try and pulls my head back harder and I feel it all let go. `` I 'm a slut ! '' I say unclouded and loud. Even more confident now than when I was presenting. `` I 'm a slut and I want your cock again, please. Please put it back in my mouth ''.

'' Good footling hussy. '' he says and he holds his peter just out of scope of my greedy mouth. Gripping my hairsbreadth so I have to clamber with him to latch back on. When he slides inside I suck and slug and swallow with ebullience. I have a exclusive end. I need his cum.

He lets me opine that I have control for a few minutes. The audio of my soppy, slutty sucking filling his calm down situation before he takes control again.

When he 's had enough of my despair he tightens his clench and button back in deep. My nose is pressed hard against his hip before he starts pumping in short-circuit slash. My jaw is starting to ache when I hear him groan and his cum is filling me. He holds us like that for a moment before pulling out to watch over his cum dribbling down my chin.

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

Still kneeling on the floor, I dig through my bag to get hold a crumpled Kleenex. I wipe the cum and rip off my human face. salt lick my fingertips and try to use them to wipe away the mascara course and I adjust my ponytail. He 's pulled it almost completely free.

Later that night I 'm working on another presentation when I noticed the red indicant on my browser light up. I have an email. I click over to my postbox and see his name and a undivided Holy Writ subject tune. `` trial impression ''

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

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

I click and watch the young lady in the video. Hear the desperate sounds she 's making. See her gagging for more. My whole body feels flushed and my cunt is wet. When the video ends I click to play it again.

'' I 'm a hussy. '' I whisper it along with the girlfriend on the video recording as I cum on my own fingers.

I clean up quickly and get back to work. I have to present to him again following week. I need to be better prepared this time .