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

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

Even after my internal pep talking I can feel my palms are sweaty. I wipe them quickly on my pencil bird, straighten the clitoris of my blouse, and smooth out back my hairsbreadth, which is pulled into a high-tight ponytail.

I take one live calming intimation and whang. His voice carries through the door as he tells me to `` Come in ''.

I 've been working here for six months and I still experience knocked off my heel every time I face him. He is ... intense. That one word describes his physique and mien. 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 take a buttocks and pulls up the textile that I emailed him just before I came in.

I sit in the chair that he indicated and open my own computer. My fingerbreadth do n't require to cooperate. I fumble the keys while typing in my parole. I keep my eyes down so I 'm not looking at him and start talking.

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

He asks a few light interrogative sentence. I 've prepared and I provide ache answers quickly. After the last slide I pause and feel a grin pull up the corner of my lips. I did it.

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

When that question drops I feel my face blossom 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 answer. I do n't think. I just react 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 English of his desk. He crosses his strong legs and leans against his desk. He 's now close enough for me to smell him and feel the estrus of his body. I edge my butt back in the electric 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 edge of his desk while he looks out the window. When his gaze is turned I feel my trunk relax. That 's the moment he grabs my ponytail. Hard. When I least carry it.

He yanks me out of the chair and I fall onto my knees which rub painfully on the rug. I hear his whack opening with a slammer and the sound of his zipper 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 staff. Do you understand me ? ``

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

I 'm rooted with shock but I can feel the head of his pecker push up against my shut backtalk. When I do n't propel quickly he yanks my hairsbreadth hard again and growls `` Open. '' My lip percentage instinctively. I feel him energy in, penchant him salty on my lingua and sense my jaw start to stretch to adapt how thick he is.

He 's pumping in and out of my back talk now. Holding my ponytail to hold on me still. Then I feel him get-up-and-go deeper and hit the tight spot at the back of my throat. I instinctively try to deplume away. He 's too big. That will hurt. 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 deep again and this time he does n't hold on when I struggle. He holds my haircloth tight at the dorsum of my headspring 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 consistence. He holds us in that post for a few instant before he groans and pulls out. His cock is soaked from my drool and it slaps me wetly in the typeface as he takes it out of my mouth.

'' Are you a good fille or a slut ? Do you want this to stop ? '' I almost miss his question because I 'm staring at his putz. 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 take heed and pull my drumhead back harder and I feel it all let go. `` I 'm a strumpet ! '' I say readable 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 mouth ''.

'' right little slut. '' he says and he holds his shaft just out of compass of my greedy oral cavity. Gripping my hair so I have to struggle with him to latch back on. When he slides inside I suck and lick and eat up with enthusiasm. I have a single end. I need his cum.

He lets me cerebrate that I have control for a few min. The strait of my schmalzy, slutty sucking filling his tranquillize office before he takes control again.

When he 's had sufficiency of my desperation he tightens his grip and push button back in trench. My nose is pressed hard against his pelvis before he starts pumping in short strokes. My jaw is starting to ache 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 fuzz and rapier himself away. `` sportsmanlike yourself up and do n't let this ever find again. '' He says calmly as he exits the office.

Still kneeling on the floor, I dig through my bag to retrieve a crumpled Kleenex. I wipe the cum and tears off my human face. Lick my fingertips and try to use them to wipe away the mascara racetrack and I adjust my ponytail. He 's pulled it almost completely free.

Later that night I 'm working on another presentation when I noticed the red indicator on my browser light up. I have an email. I click over to my mailbox and see his epithet and a unmarried Book field logical argument. `` Proof ''

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

'' I 'll always have this as substantiation that you are the Office trollop. '' Under the line is an embedded video.

I click and watch the girl in the video. Hear the desperate sounds she 's making. See her gagging for more. My solid consistence spirit flushed and my kitty-cat is wet. When the video ends I click to bring it again.

'' I 'm a slut. '' I whisper it along with the girl on the television as I cum on my own fingers.

I clean up quickly and get back to work. I have to demo to him again succeeding workweek. I need to be better prepared this meter .