I 'm make 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 uneasy ? Why am I 'm hesitating outside his government agency ?

Even after my internal pep talk of the town I can experience my palm are sweaty. I wipe them quickly on my pencil skirt, roll out the buttons of my blouse, and smooth back my whisker, which is pulled into a high-tight ponytail.

I take one lowest calming breath and knock. His vocalisation carries through the doorway as he tells me to `` come up in ''.

I 've been working here for six month and I still feel knocked off my heel every meter I face him. He is ... intense. That one word describes his physical body and presence. I find him intimidating and compelling but I 'm trying to push that all aside so I can pore on this presentation.

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

I sit in the chairwoman that he indicated and open my own estimator. My fingers do n't want to cooperate. I fumble the winder while typing in my password. I keep my eyes down so I 'm not looking at him and come out 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 flow. I 'm smart. I know this stuff. My confidence comes back.

He asks a few slow interrogation. I 've prepared and I provide ache answers quickly. After the utmost slide I pause and feel a smile pull up the quoin of my lips. I did it.

We sit silently for a few seconds. His eyes are piercing. The silence lasts a indorse foresighted than is comfortable before he breaks it with a final question.

When that question drops I feel my face loaded quickly with heat energy. 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 intend. I just oppose and say the first thing to comes to my mind. He sighs and omit his deal. 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 legs and tilt against his desk. He 's now close enough for me to smell him and feel the heating of his soundbox. 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 take 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 body relax. That 's the moment he grabs my ponytail. Hard. When I least expect it.

He yanks me out of the death chair and I fall onto my human knee which rub painfully on the carpet. I hear his whang opening with a click and the phone of his zip fastener pulling down.

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

I try to nod but the grip he has on my hair tightens. `` Open your dumb mouth. I 'm going to squeeze that stupid back down your throat. You are going to swallow it along with my cum and never let it number back up again. ``

I 'm frozen with stupor but I can feel the head of his cock push up against my closed lips. When I do n't move quickly he yanks my tomentum hard again and growls `` Open. '' My rim part instinctively. I feel him push in, taste him salty on my tongue and feel my jaw start to extend to fit how midst he is.

He 's pumping in and out of my mouth now. Holding my ponytail to keep me still. Then I feel him push deeper and hit the tight spot at the book binding of my throat. I instinctively try to pull away. He 's too big. That will pain. 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 thick again and this time he does n't stop over when I struggle. He holds my pilus tight at the back of my head and pushes me down onto his cock until we both feel him slither tightly down my throat.

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

'' Are you a good girl or a slut ? Do you require this to bar ? '' I almost miss his interrogative sentence because I 'm staring at his cock. I swallow and feel how rough my throat is from being used like this. `` Answer me. ``

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

'' Good small slut. '' he says and he holds his rooster just out of reach of my greedy mouth. Gripping my hair so I have to clamber with him to latch back on. When he slides inside I suck and lick and bury with exuberance. I have a single goal. I need his cum.

He lets me think that I have control for a few proceedings. The sounds of my soppy, slutty sucking filling his quiesce federal agency before he takes control condition again.

When he 's had sufficiency of my desperation he tightens his handle and push back in deep. My nose is pressed hard against his pelvic girdle before he starts pumping in short strokes. My jaw is starting to suffer when I hear him groan and his cum is filling me. He holds us like that for a moment before pulling out to watch his cum dribbling down my chin.

He gazes down at me before he lets go of my fuzz 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 level, I dig through my bag to chance a crumpled Kleenex. I wipe the cum and bust off my face. salt lick my fingertips and try to use them to pass over away the mascara tracks 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 index on my web browser light up. I have an electronic mail. I click over to my mailbox and see his public figure and a ace Holy Scripture subjugate origin. `` Proof ''

I slide the cursor over slowly. Hesitating to click. When I finally do the email shows one line of products and an attachment.

'' I 'll always stimulate this as proof that you are the Office Slut. '' Under the line is an embedded video.

I click and watch the girl in the picture. Hear the desperate sounds she 's making. See her gagging for more. My whole trunk spirit flushed and my pussy is wet. When the video ends I click to represent it again.

'' I 'm a adulteress. '' I whisper it along with the miss 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 following week. I need to be better prepared this time .