I got off work early. I do n't wan na go home this soon and I think it would be overnice to reach you a surprise. 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 berth ... and the security measure precaution guides me to your floor. Now, I do n't lie with where your cabin is ... I pop in and out of cell looking for you. I also make a trip to the washroom. The guard had told me that there was just you and some other fair sex working today. There you are ... you are hunched over your PC ... and no other woman. Thank goodness !

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 window taking in the view, when you tell me you are almost done and that I should lease a seat cashbox 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 heart-to-heart windows on your PC and sign up off ! You smile at me and I know your brainpower 's multi-tasking ... working and thinking something naughty.

I cautiously move a filing cabinet and the pen holder on the desk to give me some room ... checking for any negative chemical reaction from you. You roll your middle and finish up with your stuff. I push myself onto the desk and wait for you to sign out. Then I lean forward and whisper in your ear ... '' I have no panty on ''. You lean back in your hot seat and expression 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 obturate my way. You hold my arms to my position, pinning me to the desk ... and lean in close-fitting to evidence me that you do n't believe me ... not until you have checked yourself. With one script you hold my wrists together and push me back on to the desk. The executive skirt does not really take into account for often drift ... but you manage to push it up enough to spread out my legs a bit. You have your knee in between so I wo n't come together my stage. Still holding my wrists captive, you work your former hired man up my wench ... searching for the non-existent panty. You get your substantiation but your hand lingers ... digit exploring my cunt. I am trying not to moan ... it sounds loud in the empty business office. I am wet. You pull your hand out and lick your fingers ... and with one Dean Swift drive you pull me off the desk ... and turn me over. My hired hand are free again, but this time you bind them behind me with your tie and then make me deform over your desk. You ask me to open my branch, and push my chick up to my waist to enable that. Then you sit back on your chairman to bask the purview. You do n't disturb me for what seems like an eternity ... but might have been 2 Taiwanese ... I feel the tingle on my bum and on my wet slit. I picture myself in my headspring in that open, vulnerable position and it makes me Thomas More wet.

Then I feel a sudden sharp pain on my butt joint boldness, and before my learning ability understands that I have been spanked, another blow lands and then another. The get-go blow was n't too painful, the suddenness of it made it smart. The subsequent blows increased in violence ... my bum was smarting and the botheration felt good at the same time. I wanted to touch myself ... and get myself off. I wanted you to touch me. I did n't really acknowledge what I wanted properly then.

While those mentation were muddling my head, you push a finger in my twat ... my almost dripping twat. You finger fuck me ... then you rub my clit, pushing me to the very edge. I wan na cry out when you pull your finger out without giving me a passing. This time you use the blade swayer from your drawer to spank me. After a couple of nose candy, you pull me back up and turn me around and buss me on my lips ... hard ... bruising them. Your mitt drive my jacket crown off my berm, bunching it at my cubitus. Still kissing, you fumble with the button on my shirt and manage to get them open. The bra, to your delight, is nominal head overt. You unzip my skirt and let it fall to the storey. You take a dance step back and as you unzip your pant, you tell me to clean the skirt and fold it away. Then you pull me back to you, one deal going to the back of my neck and the finger's breadth up in my hair. You grab a handful and osculate me knockout again ... then you push me down, making me kneel before you. You jerk my head up and with your early hand you loosen your shaft from your boxers. You are hard.

You slap my lips with your cock and tell me to suck you off. I feel somewhat humiliated, confused ... disliking the discussion AND not wanting you to stop. But, I want to try out your cock. I wrap my rim around your hammer ... my center not leaving yours. You mouth the discussion 'slut'at me. I run my tongue on your peter and tighten my mouth on it. At the same time you tighten your fingers in my hair and push your shaft in deeper into my mouth. You fuck my mouth ... in and out, not hard enough to ache me. I can experience you getting harder, and when you slow down I move my rima oris to match up the speed. From your body nomenclature I know you are about to cum. I wrap my brim tighter around your pecker, as you spill in my back talk ... I want every last drop. After swallowing, I lick your hammer clean.

You zip up your pants and unlace my hands. Instead of letting me tear my clothes back on, you pull my jacket crown off me. The shirt and bra follow. I am completely naked except for my pump. You take the tie and this time you blindfold me. You hold my arm and lead me to the armchair in your cabin. You make me sit on the armchair and fan out my knee joint for a clear view. I hear you stepping back and then some more pace and then accomplished silence. It is freaking me out ... naked on your chairwoman, bedspread ... chicken feed cabin door and with no approximation where the hell you 've gone ... or are you still in there ... toying with me. I want to take a peep but I do n't lie with if you would punish me if I do. An eternity before I hear the door creaking. I hold my breath, I had n't heard it before ... are you leaving now ? Then, I hear footfall again and feel mortal standing close. It has to be you ... I can smell butt. You took a cigarette jailbreak ! 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 end, and snog me gently. I can smack the fag you just smoked. You caress my back, my bum and turn me around ... still holding me finale. Your hands play with my pap and caress small, over my bay window ... finally reaching my pussy. You skip it and caress my interior thighs. I moan out of frustration. I slip my deal behind to cup your dick over your knickers ... trying to unzip you. You push your crotch back away from me and your finger find my cunt. You tease me with butterfly touches and I moan through clenched teeth ... I want you to touch my clit, 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 life-threatening grinning. I know I will be in bother ... and I wo n't do it when. I hit the desk backing up. I wan na fire you ... so I lean back, spread my legs and touch myself. You growl a no. I smile and throw my headland back ... my finger's breadth playing on my snatch. Next thing, you have pulled my hand away and have plunged your prick inside me. You pull me into position and then you fuck me ... all the gentleness of touch modality from earlier gone now .