I got off work early. I do n't wan na go home base this soon and I think it would be Nice to commit you a surprise. Besides, it is Sabbatum ... there wo n't be anyone in your office except extra diligent you. You ca n't be that mad at me for showing up. I catch a cab to your office ... and the security department guard guides me to your floor. Now, I do n't get it on where your cabin is ... I pop in and out of stall looking for you. I also make a stumble to the washroom. The guard had told me that there was just you and some other woman working today. There you are ... you are hunched over your PC ... and no other charwoman. Thank goodness !

I knock on your doorway and you look up, momentarily confused seeing me there. I walk over to your desk and ask you to keep workings and finish whatever you are working on.

I am at the window taking in the view, when you tell me you are almost done and that I should take a seat money box then. I walk back to the desk and instead of sitting on the chair, I lean on the desk, waiting for you to close the give window on your PC and sign off ! You smile at me and I know your nous 's multi-tasking ... workings and thinking something naughty.

I cautiously move a file and the pen holder on the desk to afford me some room ... checking for any disconfirming reaction from you. You roll your heart and eat up up with your stuff and nonsense. I push myself onto the desk and postponement for you to ratify out. Then I lean forward and whisper in your ear ... '' I have no step-in on ''. You lean back in your death chair and look at me. I am smiling. You half rise from the chair as you tell me that we should get to the car soon.

Slightly disappointed, I am about to get off the desk when you get up and block off my way. You hold my arm to my sides, pinning me to the desk ... and slant in skinny to recount me that you do n't believe me ... not until you have checked yourself. With one hand you hold my wrists together and crusade me back on to the desk. The executive skirt does not really permit for much trend ... but you manage to advertise it up enough to spread my legs a bit. You have your knee in between so I wo n't close my legs. Still holding my wrist joint captive, you work your other hand up my bird ... searching for the non-existent pantie. You get your confirmation but your bridge player lingers ... fingerbreadth exploring my bitch. I am trying not to moan ... it sounds loudly in the empty office. I am wet. You pull your paw out and bat your digit ... and with one swift movement you pull me off the desk ... and plough me over. My hands are free again, but this time you bind them behind me with your tie and then gain me bend over your desk. You ask me to scatter my legs, and tug my wench up to my waist to enable that. Then you sit back on your chairman to savour the view. You do n't touch me for what seems like an eternity ... but might induce been 2 Taiwanese ... I feel the thrill on my bum and on my wet slit. I picture myself in my head in that open, vulnerable billet and it makes me more wet.

Then I feel a sudden piercing hurting on my butt cheek, and before my head understands that I have been spanked, another blow lands and then another. The low blast was n't too sore, the precipitateness of it made it impudent. The subsequent reverse increased in fierceness ... my bum was smarting and the pain felt thoroughly at the Saami prison term. I wanted to refer myself ... and get myself off. I wanted you to touch me. I did n't really know what I wanted decent then.

While those thoughts were muddling my mind, you push a finger in my cunt ... my almost dripping twat. You finger know me ... then you rub my clit, pushing me to the very sharpness. I wan na cry out when you pull your digit out without giving me a passing. This fourth dimension you use the steel ruler from your draftsman to larrup me. After a couple of shock, you pull me plump for up and turn me around and kiss me on my back talk ... hard ... bruising them. Your mitt labour my jacket off my shoulders, bunching it at my cubital joint. Still kissing, you fumble with the buttons on my shirt and manage to get them unfold. The bra, to your delectation, is front open. You unzip my skirt and let it settle to the floor. You take a footprint back and as you unzip your knickers, you tell me to pick the annulus and fold it away. Then you pull me back to you, one hand going to the back of my neck opening and the fingers up in my pilus. You grab a fistful and kiss me hard again ... then you push me down, making me kneel before you. You jerk my top dog up and with your other hand you loosen your pecker from your shorts. You are hard.

You slap my sass with your cock and order me to draw you off. I feel somewhat humiliated, confused ... disliking the intervention AND not wanting you to stop. But, I want to taste your dick. I wrap my sassing around your dick ... my eyes not leaving yours. You mouth the word of honor 'slut'at me. I run my knife on your shaft and constrain my lips on it. At the same time you tighten your fingers in my hair and push your pecker in deeper into my sassing. You fuck my back talk ... in and out, not hard enough to anguish me. I can feel you getting operose, and when you slow down I move my back talk to match up the stop number. From your torso speech I know you are about to cum. I wrap my rim tighter around your cock, as you spill in my mouth ... I want every last drop. After swallowing, I lick your putz clean.

You zip up your pants and undo my hands. Instead of letting me attract my clothes back on, you pull my jacket off me. The shirt and bra follow. I am completely raw except for my pumps. You take the tie and this time you blindfold me. You hold my arm and contribute me to the armchair in your cabin. You make me sit on the armchair and spread my knees for a clear view. I hear you stepping back and then some more footsteps and then stark silence. It is freaking me out ... naked on your chair, feast ... crank cabin doors and with no estimate where the hell you 've gone ... or are you still in there ... toying with me. I want to bring a peek but I do n't lie with if you would punish me if I do. An timelessness before I hear the door creak. I hold my breath, I had n't heard it former ... are you leaving now ? Then, I hear stride again and feel somebody standing close. It has to be you ... I can smell cigarettes. You took a cigarette break ! You went out for a smoke to kettle of fish with my head. I wan na scream at you and I open my back talk to do just that when you pull me up and hold me close, and osculate me gently. I can savour the fag you just smoked. You caress my spinal column, my bum and turn me around ... still holding me close. Your handwriting play with my mammilla and caress down in the mouth, over my tummy ... finally reaching my pussy. You skip it and fondle my inner thigh. I moan out of frustration. I slip my hand behind to cup your cock over your gasp ... trying to unzip you. You push your crotch back away from me and your fingers find my cunt. You tease me with butterfly touches and I moan through clenched teeth ... I want you to touch my button, which you are cruelly avoiding.

I break away, not caring if you punish me for it ... and I pull off my blindfold. My center begging you to let me amount. You smile at me ... that dangerous grin. I know I will be in difficulty ... and I wo n't know when. I hit the desk backing up. I wan na provoke you ... so I lean back, spread my legs and touch myself. You growl a no. I smile and throw my head back ... my finger playing on my cunt. future thing, you have pulled my hand away and have plunged your cock inside me. You pull me into positioning and then you fuck me ... all the gentleness of ghost from before gone now .