I got off work early. I do n't wan na go home this soon and I think it would be nice to give you a surprisal. Besides, it is Saturday ... 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 part ... and the security guard duty guides me to your floor. Now, I do n't know where your cabin is ... I pop in and out of cubicles looking for you. I also make a trip to the washroom. The guard had told me that there was just you and some other womanhood working today. There you are ... you are hunched over your PC ... and no other adult female. Thank good !

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

I am at the windowpane taking in the view, when you tell me you are almost done and that I should get hold of a seat till 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 open windows on your PC and sign off ! You smile at me and I know your brain 's multi-tasking ... workings and thinking something naughty.

I cautiously move a file and the pen bearer on the desk to give me some room ... checking for any negative reaction from you. You roll your eyes and finish up up with your clobber. I push myself onto the desk and wait for you to signalize out. Then I lean forward and whisper in your ear ... '' I have no panties on ''. You lean back in your chair and flavor at me. I am smiling. You half grow 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 barricade my way. You hold my blazon to my sides, pinning me to the desk ... and lean in close to tell me that you do n't think me ... not until you have checked yourself. With one hand you hold my radiocarpal joint together and push me back on to the desk. The administrator skirt does not really appropriate for much social movement ... but you manage to push it up enough to spread my legs a bit. You have your genu in between so I wo n't close my ramification. Still holding my carpus captive, you work your other manus up my skirt ... searching for the non-existent panties. You get your confirmation but your deal lingers ... fingers exploring my cunt. I am trying not to moan ... it sounds tacky in the empty office. I am wet. You pull your bridge player out and solve your fingers ... and with one swift movement you pull me off the desk ... and turn me over. My hired hand are unblock again, but this metre you bind them behind me with your tie and then hit me bow over your desk. You ask me to unfold my legs, and bear on my skirt up to my waist to enable that. Then you sit back on your chair to enjoy the eyeshot. You do n't touch me for what seems like an eternity ... but might have been 2 mins ... I feel the chill on my bum and on my wet pussy. I picture myself in my read/write head in that open, vulnerable position and it makes me Sir Thomas More wet.

Then I feel a sudden sharp pain on my butt face, and before my brain understands that I have been spanked, another blow lands and then another. The number one blow was n't too awful, the precipitateness of it made it smart. The subsequent blows increased in ferocity ... my bum was smarting and the pain felt good at the Same clip. I wanted to touch myself ... and get myself off. I wanted you to bear upon me. I did n't really know what I wanted right-hand then.

While those opinion were muddling my head, you push a finger in my pussy ... my almost dripping twat. You finger screw me ... then you rub my clit, pushing me to the very edge. I wan na cry out when you pull your fingerbreadth out without giving me a exit. This time you use the steel ruler from your drawer to paddle me. After a couple of blows, you pull me back up and turn me around and kiss me on my lips ... hard ... bruising them. Your paw labour my jacket off my shoulders, bunching it at my elbows. Still kissing, you fumble with the push on my shirt and manage to get them open. The bra, to your delight, is nominal head open. You unzip my skirt and let it settle to the floor. You take a step back and as you unzip your gasp, you tell me to piece the wench and fold it away. Then you pull me back to you, one hired hand going to the back of my neck and the fingers up in my hairsbreadth. You grab a handful and kiss me unvoiced again ... then you push me down, making me kneel before you. You jerk my head up and with your other hand you loosen your peter from your shorts. You are hard.

You slap my backtalk with your cock and recite me to lactate you off. I feel somewhat humiliated, confused ... disliking the treatment AND not wanting you to stop. But, I want to try your cock. I wrap my backtalk around your putz ... my center not leaving yours. You mouth the tidings 'slut'at me. I run my tongue on your putz and tighten my back talk on it. At the same time you tighten your digit in my tomentum and force your stopcock in deeper into my mouth. You fuck my lip ... in and out, not hard enough to suffer me. I can feel you getting harder, and when you slow down I move my mouth to match up the focal ratio. From your body nomenclature I know you are about to cum. I wrap my lips tighter around your tool, as you spill in my mouth ... I want every end dip. After swallowing, I lick your hammer clean.

You zip up your gasp and untie my hands. Instead of letting me pull my clothes back on, you pull my jacket off me. The shirt and bra follow. I am completely naked except for my pumps. You take the tie and this sentence you blindfold me. You hold my arm and lead me to the armchair in your cabin. You make me sit on the armchair and spread my knee for a clear view. I hear you stepping back and then some more footsteps and then complete silence. It is freaking me out ... naked on your chair, spread ... field glass cabin doors and with no idea where the hell you 've gone ... or are you still in there ... toying with me. I want to pick out a peek but I do n't know 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 sooner ... are you leaving now ? Then, I hear stride again and feel somebody standing close. It has to be you ... I can smack butt. You took a cigarette pause ! You went out for a smoke to mess with my head. I wan na scream at you and I open my mouth to do just that when you pull me up and hold me close, and kiss me gently. I can taste the cigarette you just smoked. You caress my back, my bum and deform me around ... still holding me close. Your paw play with my nipples and caress lower, over my potbelly ... finally reaching my cunt. You skip it and caress my inside second joint. I moan out of frustration. I slip my handwriting behind to cup your cock over your pants ... trying to unzip you. You push your crotch back away from me and your fingers find my cunt. You tease me with butterfly spot and I moan through clenched tooth ... 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 eyes begging you to let me come. You smile at me ... that dangerous smile. I know I will be in problem ... and I wo n't know when. I hit the desk backing up. I wan na provoke you ... so I lean back, spread my pegleg and touch myself. You growl a no. I smile and throw my nous back ... my fingers playing on my cunt. succeeding affair, you have pulled my hand away and have plunged your cock inside me. You pull me into side and then you fuck me ... all the gentleness of touch from in the first place gone now .