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

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

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

I take one last calming breather and knock. His voice carries through the threshold as he tells me to `` Come in ''.

I 've been working here for six calendar month and I still feel knocked off my heel every time I face him. He is ... vivid. That one word describes his habitus and comportment. I find him intimidating and compelling but I 'm trying to force that all aside so I can focus on this presentation.

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

I sit in the chair that he indicated and open my own electronic computer. My finger do n't require to cooperate. I fumble the keys while typing in my password. I keep my oculus 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 actor's line but I slowly sink into my period. I 'm smart. I know this clobber. My trust comes back.

He asks a few easy interrogative sentence. I 've prepared and I provide smarting answers quickly. After the last microscope slide I pause and feel a grinning wrench up the recess of my lips. I did it.

We sit silently for a few second. His eyes are piercing. The secretiveness lasts a second recollective than is comfortable before he breaks it with a final question.

When that dubiousness drops I feel my face flush quickly with heating plant. That is a interrogation I 'm not prepared for ! How did he find fault up on the one issue that I had n't considered ?

He 's watching me, motionless like a predator, waiting for my resolution. I do n't call up. I just react and say the first thing to comes to my mind. He sighs and dangle his manpower. His gaze has turned from assessing to stern.

Caught ! That was a stupid mind and we both know it.

He stands slowly. Coming around to my incline of his desk. He crosses his unattackable leg and lean against his desk. He 's now close enough for me to smell him and sense the heat of his consistence. I edge my prat back in the electric chair, just a footling, 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 moment he grabs my ponytail. Hard. When I least await it.

He yanks me out of the chair and I fall onto my knees which rub painfully on the carpet. I hear his belt ammunition opening with a pokey and the speech sound of his zipper pulling down.

He tells me `` That was a dense answer and you know it. I will not tolerate that sort of incompetence in my position. Do you empathize me ? ``

I try to nod but the grasp he has on my hair tightens. `` undefendable your dumb mouth. I 'm going to squeeze that stunned back down your throat. You are going to immerse it along with my cum and never let it occur back up again. ``

I 'm frozen with shock but I can feel the head of his dick push up against my come together brim. When I do n't move quickly he yanks my whisker hard again and growls `` clear. '' My backtalk parting instinctively. I feel him push in, taste him salty on my knife and feel my jaw start to stretch to accommodate how blockheaded he is.

He 's pumping in and out of my mouth now. Holding my ponytail to maintain me still. Then I feel him push deeper and hit the tight touch at the spinal column of my pharynx. I instinctively try to rive away. He 's too big. That will hurt. He growls again `` afford your pharynx for me. I 'm fucking the stupid out of you. You need this. ``

How did I get here ? He pushes in late again and this meter he does n't contain when I struggle. He holds my hair tight at the back of my head and pushing 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 blank for anything else but his body. He holds us in that status for a few irregular 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 mouth.

'' Are you a good young lady or a slut ? Do you desire this to stop ? '' I almost pretermit his motion 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 hear and deplumate my head back harder and I feel it all let go. `` I 'm a slut ! '' I say exonerate 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 ''.

'' serious little trollop. '' he says and he holds his cock just out of orbit of my greedy mouth. Gripping my hairsbreadth so I have to struggle with him to latch back on. When he slides inside I suck and solve and swallow with enthusiasm. I have a undivided finish. I need his cum.

He lets me suppose that I have control for a few min. The sounds of my slushy, slutty sucking filling his quiet office before he takes control again.

When he 's had enough of my desperation he tightens his grip and energy back in oceanic abyss. 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 moan and his cum is filling me. He holds us like that for a here and now before pulling out to view his cum dribbling down my chin.

He gazes down at me before he lets go of my fuzz and tuck himself away. `` fair 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 find a cockle Kleenex. I wipe the cum and bout off my typeface. 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 indicator on my browser light up. I have an email. I click over to my mailbox and see his name and a single word matter line. `` Proof ''

I slide the cursor over slowly. Hesitating to get through. When I finally do the e-mail shows one line and an attachment.

'' I 'll always suffer this as proof that you are the place 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 whole body feels flushed and my pussy is wet. When the picture ends I click to roleplay it again.

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

I clean up quickly and get back to piece of work. I have to present to him again following week. I need to be better prepared this time .