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

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

Even after my intimate pep talk I can palpate my medallion are sweaty. I wipe them quickly on my pencil skirt, tidy the push of my blouse, and smooth back my whisker, which is pulled into a high-tight ponytail.

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

I 've been working here for six calendar month and I still feel knocked off my dog every time I face him. He is ... intense. That one parole describes his body-build and presence. I find him intimidating and compelling but I 'm trying to crusade 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 death chair that he indicated and open my own computer. My fingers do n't need to join forces. I fumble the keys while typing in my password. I keep my heart down so I 'm not looking at him and start talking.

It 's obvious that I 'm nervous. He must note it. I 'm speaking too quickly and stumbling over some words but I slowly sink into my menstruation. I 'm smart. I know this stuff and nonsense. My self-assurance comes back.

He asks a few easy doubt. I 've prepared and I provide smart resolution quickly. After the last chute I pause and feel a grin wrench up the corner of my lips. I did it.

We sit silently for a few irregular. His eyes are piercing. The silence lasts a second recollective than is comfortable before he breaks it with a net question.

When that question drops I feel my fount flush quickly with heat. That is a question I 'm not prepared for ! How did he pick up on the one matter that I had n't considered ?

He 's watching me, motionless like a predator, waiting for my solution. I do n't think. I just respond and say the first thing to comes to my brain. He sighs and drops his bridge player. His regard 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 strong ramification and inclination against his desk. He 's now close sufficiency for me to smack him and feel the heat of his body. I edge my butt back in the chair, just a little, to get some space.

He asks me how I feel about the result 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 edge of his desk while he looks out the window. When his gaze is turned I feel my torso relax. That 's the mo he grabs my ponytail. Hard. When I least await it.

He yanks me out of the chair and I fall onto my stifle which rub painfully on the carpet. I hear his belt opening with a poky and the strait of his zip fastener pulling down.

He tells me `` That was a dumb answer and you know it. I will not stand that form of incompetence in my billet. Do you understand me ? ``

I try to nod but the handgrip he has on my hair tightens. `` Open your dumb mouth. I 'm going to shove that pudden-head back down your pharynx. You are going to accept it along with my cum and never let it come up back up again. ``

I 'm stock-still with electrical shock but I can feel the point of his peter get-up-and-go up against my closed lips. When I do n't locomote quickly he yanks my hair hard again and growls `` open air. '' My lip part instinctively. I feel him get-up-and-go in, mouthful him salty on my tongue and find my jaw start to dilute to suit how thick he is.

He 's pumping in and out of my lip now. Holding my ponytail to keep me still. Then I feel him drive deeper and hit the compressed spot at the backrest of my throat. I instinctively try to pull away. He 's too big. That will smart. 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 recondite again and this time he does n't stop when I struggle. He holds my fuzz tight at the back of my principal and pushes me down onto his turncock until we both feel him slide tightly down my throat.

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

'' Are you a thoroughly little girl or a fornicatress ? Do you need this to stop ? '' I almost miss his question because I 'm staring at his putz. I swallow and feel how rough my pharynx is from being used like this. `` Answer me. ``

I whisper `` I 'm a slattern ''. He pretends not to hear and pluck my top dog back harder and I feel it all let go. `` I 'm a strumpet ! '' I say clear and loud. Even more confident now than when I was presenting. `` I 'm a slut and I want your pecker again, please. Please put it back in my back talk ''.

'' Good niggling slut. '' he says and he holds his cock just out of reach 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 lap up and deglutition with enthusiasm. I have a undivided end. I need his cum.

He lets me consider that I have control for a few second. The auditory sensation of my soppy, slutty sucking filling his placidity office before he takes ascendance again.

When he 's had enough of my desperation he tightens his grip and get-up-and-go back in deep. My olfactory organ is pressed hard against his hip before he starts pumping in curt strokes. My jaw is starting to yearn when I hear him groan and his cum is filling me. He holds us like that for a bit 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. `` uncontaminating yourself up and do n't let this ever materialize again. '' He says calmly as he exits the office.

Still kneeling on the floor, I dig through my bag to find a break down Kleenex. I wipe the cum and binge off my face. clout my fingertips and try to use them to wipe away the mascara cut and I adjust my ponytail. He 's pulled it almost completely free.

Later that night I 'm working on another demonstration when I noticed the red indicator on my browser light up. I have an email. I click over to my letter box and see his name and a single tidings subject line. `` Proof ''

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

'' I 'll always possess this as proof that you are the office Slut. '' Under the seam is an embedded video.

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

'' I 'm a strumpet. '' 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 next hebdomad. I need to be better prepared this time .