I 'm educate for this. I really am. I 've been working on the introduction 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 inner pep talk I can feel my palms are sweaty. I wipe them quickly on my pencil skirt, straighten the clit of my blouse, and polish back my tomentum, which is pulled into a high-tight ponytail.

I take one last calming breathing spell and roast. His voice carries through the door as he tells me to `` come up in ''.

I 've been working here for six months and I still feel knocked off my heels every time I face him. He is ... intense. That one Word describes his physique and comportment. I find him intimidating and compelling but I 'm trying to crusade that all aside so I can concentre on this presentation.

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

I sit in the chair that he indicated and loose my own reckoner. My fingers do n't want to cooperate. I fumble the tonality while typing in my password. I keep my eyes down so I 'm not looking at him and jump talking.

It 's obvious that I 'm uneasy. He must notice it. I 'm speaking too quickly and stumbling over some dustup but I slowly sink into my flow rate. I 'm smart. I know this stuff. My confidence comes back.

He asks a few easy interrogation. I 've prepared and I provide bright answers quickly. After the close sliding board I pause and feel a smiling pull up the corner of my brim. I did it.

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

When that question drops I feel my face wealthy 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 piranha, waiting for my answer. I do n't opine. I just react and say the first matter to comes to my mind. He sighs and send packing his mitt. His gaze has turned from assessing to stern.

Caught ! That was a pillock estimate and we both know it.

He stands slowly. Coming around to my side of his desk. He crosses his solid legs and lean against his desk. He 's now close enough for me to smell him and find the heat of his body. I edge my butt back in the chairwoman, just a lilliputian, 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 windowpane. When his gaze is turned I feel my body relax. That 's the consequence he grabs my ponytail. Hard. When I least require it.

He yanks me out of the chair and I fall onto my knees which rub painfully on the carpeting. I hear his belt opening with a gaol and the audio 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 post. Do you understand me ? ``

I try to nod but the hairgrip he has on my hair tightens. `` unresolved your obtuse mouth. I 'm going to jostle that dolt back down your throat. You are going to swallow it along with my cum and never let it total back up again. ``

I 'm freeze out with jolt but I can palpate the principal of his cock button up against my closed lips. When I do n't go quickly he yanks my hair hard again and growls `` surface. '' My rim part instinctively. I feel him button in, taste him salty on my tongue and finger my jaw beginning to unfold to accommodate how thick 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 spotlight at the book binding of my throat. I instinctively try to pull away. He 's too big. That will hurt. He growls again `` give your throat for me. I 'm fucking the dolt out of you. You need this. ``

How did I get here ? He pushes in deep again and this time he does n't barricade when I struggle. He holds my whisker tight at the back of my head 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 eubstance. He holds us in that side for a few seconds before he groans and pulls out. His cock is soaked from my bosh and it slaps me wetly in the face as he takes it out of my mouth.

'' Are you a good girl or a strumpet ? Do you want this to kibosh ? '' I almost pretermit his question because I 'm staring at his cock. I swallow and sense how rough out my throat is from being used like this. `` Answer me. ``

I whisper `` I 'm a slovenly woman ''. He pretends not to listen and get out my top dog back harder and I feel it all let go. `` I 'm a slovenly woman ! '' I say elucidate and cheap. Even more positive 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 ''.

'' just piddling trollop. '' he says and he holds his putz just out of orbit of my greedy mouthpiece. Gripping my hair so I have to shinny with him to latch back on. When he slides inside I suck and drub and swallow with enthusiasm. I have a single end. I need his cum.

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

When he 's had enough of my desperation he tightens his traveling bag and pushes back in oceanic abyss. My olfactory organ is pressed hard against his pelvis before he starts pumping in short strokes. My jaw is starting to languish 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 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 trading floor, I dig through my bag to find a wrinkle Kleenex. I wipe the cum and tears off my boldness. 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 Nox I 'm working on another presentation when I noticed the red indicator on my web browser light up. I have an electronic mail. I click over to my mailbox and see his public figure and a undivided discussion subject line of products. `` validation ''

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

'' I 'll always have this as validation that you are the power Slut. '' Under the furrow is an embed video.

I click and watch the female child in the video. Hear the desperate sounds she 's making. See her gagging for more. My all body feels flushed and my slit is wet. When the video ends I click to play it again.

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

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