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

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

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

I take one lastly calming breathing space and knock. His vocalisation carries through the door as he tells me to `` Come in ''.

I 've been working here for six calendar month and I still sense knocked off my bounder every time I face him. He is ... vivid. That one word of honor describes his habitus 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 remove a hind end and pulls up the textile that I emailed him just before I came in.

I sit in the chair that he indicated and open my own computer. My fingers do n't require to cooperate. I fumble the keys 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 observe it. I 'm speaking too quickly and stumbling over some Holy Writ but I slowly sink into my rate of flow. I 'm impertinent. I know this hooey. My trust comes back.

He asks a few well-fixed questions. I 've prepared and I provide smart answers quickly. After the last slide I pause and feel a grin clout up the recess of my back talk. I did it.

We sit silently for a few seconds. His eyes are piercing. The silence lasts a second longer than is well-heeled before he breaks it with a net question.

When that question drops I feel my face flush quickly with heat. That is a doubt 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 think. I just react and say the initiatory affair to comes to my head. He sighs and put down 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 position of his desk. He crosses his strong legs and leans against his desk. He 's now close enough for me to smell him and feel the oestrus of his eubstance. I edge my buns back in the chairwoman, just a little, to get some space.

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

His fingertips are tapping on the edge of his desk while he looks out the window. When his gaze is turned I feel my body relax. That 's the minute 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 speech sound of his zipper pulling down.

He tells me `` That was a dull answer and you know it. I will not stomach that kind of incompetence in my function. Do you realize me ? ``

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

I 'm rooted with cushion but I can finger the top dog of his cock push up against my unopen lips. When I do n't move quickly he yanks my hair hard again and growls `` clear. '' My lips part instinctively. I feel him push in, appreciation him salty on my tongue and experience my jaw start to adulterate to admit how thick he is.

He 's pumping in and out of my mouth now. Holding my ponytail to maintain me still. Then I feel him crowd deeper and hit the tight office at the back of my pharynx. I instinctively try to pull 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 deeply again and this clock time he does n't stop when I struggle. He holds my hair tight at the vertebral column of my head and pushes me down onto his turncock until we both feel him slide tightly down my throat.

I 'm immobilise. I ca n't breath. There is no infinite for anything else but his body. He holds us in that location for a few instant before he groans and pulls out. His cock is soaked from my drool and it slaps me wetly in the expression as he takes it out of my mouth.

'' Are you a soundly girl or a hussy ? Do you require this to give up ? '' I almost miss his question because I 'm staring at his peter. I swallow and sense how rough my throat is from being used like this. `` Answer me. ``

I whisper `` I 'm a slut ''. He pretends not to pick up and pull my head back harder and I feel it all let go. `` I 'm a trollop ! '' I say clear and loud. Even more positive now than when I was presenting. `` I 'm a slovenly woman and I want your peter again, please. Please put it back in my mouth ''.

'' Good little slut. '' he says and he holds his dick just out of reaching of my greedy sass. Gripping my hair so I have to struggle with him to latch back on. When he slides inside I suck and lick and immerse with enthusiasm. I have a single goal. I need his cum.

He lets me cogitate that I have control for a few minutes. The auditory sensation of my sodden, slutty sucking filling his quiet agency before he takes control again.

When he 's had enough of my desperation he tightens his suitcase and push button back in deep. My nose is pressed hard against his pelvis before he starts pumping in short strokes. My jaw is starting to ache when I hear him moan and his cum is filling me. He holds us like that for a bit before pulling out to observe his cum dribbling down my chin.

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

Still kneeling on the floor, I dig through my bag to find a crumpled Kleenex. I wipe the cum and tears off my facial expression. lick my fingertips and try to use them to wipe away the mascara cartroad 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 indicator on my browser light up. I have an e-mail. I click over to my mailbox and see his figure and a single word subject line of business. `` validation ''

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

'' I 'll always have this as substantiation that you are the Office jade. '' Under the wrinkle 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 tone flushed and my pussy is wet. When the video ends I click to play it again.

'' I 'm a trollop. '' I whisper it along with the miss on the television as I cum on my own fingers.

I clean up quickly and get back to work. I have to introduce to him again adjacent hebdomad. I need to be better prepared this time .