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

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

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

I take one live on calming breathing spell and knock. His voice carries through the door as he tells me to `` amount in ''.

I 've been working here for six months and I still feel knocked off my cad every clock time I face him. He is ... intense. That one Christian Bible describes his bod and presence. I find him intimidating and compelling but I 'm trying to advertize that all aside so I can focus on this presentation.

As I 'm standing there gapping at him he gestures for me to assume a bum and pulls up the material that I emailed him just before I came in.

I sit in the chairman that he indicated and open my own figurer. My fingers do n't want to cooperate. I fumble the cay 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 neural. He must notice it. I 'm speaking too quickly and stumbling over some Book but I slowly sink into my menstruum. I 'm overbold. I know this stuff. My assurance comes back.

He asks a few easy enquiry. I 've prepared and I provide smart response quickly. After the last slide I pause and feel a grin clout up the quoin of my mouth. I did it.

We sit silently for a few second base. His eyes are piercing. The muteness lasts a secondly farseeing than is comfy before he breaks it with a concluding question.

When that doubtfulness drops I feel my boldness flush quickly with heat. That is a question 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 respond and say the first thing to comes to my mind. He sighs and drops 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 side of his desk. He crosses his strong stage and lean against his desk. He 's now close enough for me to smell him and feel the warmth of his trunk. I edge my butt back in the chair, just a little, to get some space.

He asks me how I feel about the answer 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 boundary of his desk while he looks out the window. When his gaze is turned I feel my body relax. That 's the instant 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 carpeting. I hear his knock opening with a jail and the strait of his zipper pulling down.

He tells me `` That was a dumb result and you know it. I will not tolerate that kind of incompetency in my office. Do you understand me ? ``

I try to nod but the handgrip he has on my hair tightens. `` open air your dumb lip. I 'm going to jostle that stupid back down your throat. You are going to bury it along with my cum and never let it come in back up again. ``

I 'm block with shock but I can feel the caput of his cock push up against my closed lips. When I do n't proceed quickly he yanks my tomentum hard again and growls `` Open. '' My lips office instinctively. I feel him push in, taste him salty on my tongue and sense my jaw start to unfold to adapt how fatheaded he is.

He 's pumping in and out of my mouthpiece now. Holding my ponytail to save me still. Then I feel him push deeper and hit the pie-eyed stain at the dorsum of my throat. I instinctively try to pull away. He 's too big. That will bruise. He growls again `` Open your pharynx for me. I 'm fucking the stupid out of you. You need this. ``

How did I get here ? He pushes in mystifying again and this sentence he does n't cease when I struggle. He holds my hair tight at the back of my drumhead and pushes me down onto his cock 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 physical structure. He holds us in that spatial relation for a few seconds before he groans and pulls out. His prick is soaked from my twaddle and it slaps me wetly in the face as he takes it out of my sass.

'' Are you a good missy or a slut ? Do you want this to stop ? '' I almost miss his dubiousness because I 'm staring at his cock. I swallow and experience how rough my throat is from being used like this. `` Answer me. ``

I whisper `` I 'm a trollop ''. He pretends not to hear and overstretch my headway back harder and I feel it all let go. `` I 'm a loose woman ! '' I say clear and loud. Even more confident now than when I was presenting. `` I 'm a slut and I want your cock again, please. Please put it back in my oral fissure ''.

'' commodity little jade. '' he says and he holds his stopcock just out of ambit of my greedy mouthpiece. Gripping my hairsbreadth so I have to struggle with him to latch back on. When he slides inside I suck and lick and swallow with enthusiasm. I have a single destination. I need his cum.

He lets me conceive that I have control for a few moment. The sounds of my mawkish, slutty sucking filling his unruffled power before he takes control again.

When he 's had sufficiency of my desperation he tightens his grip and pushes back in oceanic abyss. My nose is pressed hard against his pelvis before he starts pumping in curt diagonal. My jaw is starting to ache when I hear him groan and his cum is filling me. He holds us like that for a moment before pulling out to take in his cum dribbling down my chin.

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

Still kneeling on the base, I dig through my bag to detect a crease Kleenex. I wipe the cum and tears off my face. punch my fingertips and try to use them to wipe away the mascara path and I adjust my ponytail. He 's pulled it almost completely free.

Later that Night I 'm working on another introduction when I noticed the red index on my web browser light up. I have an e-mail. I click over to my mailbox and see his figure and a single word subject origin. `` test copy ''

I slide the pointer over slowly. Hesitating to click. When I finally do the e-mail shows one short letter and an attachment.

'' I 'll always give this as trial impression that you are the federal agency slattern. '' Under the line of reasoning is an embedded video.

I click and watch the young woman in the video. Hear the desperate sounds she 's making. See her gagging for more. My whole trunk feels flushed and my pussy is wet. When the video ends I click to act as it again.

'' I 'm a hussy. '' 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 oeuvre. I have to present to him again next calendar week. I need to be better prepared this time .