I got off work early. I do n't wan na go home this soon and I think it would be overnice to leave you a surprise. Besides, it is Sat ... there wo n't be anyone in your office except duplicate diligent you. You ca n't be that mad at me for showing up. I catch a cab to your position ... and the surety guard guides me to your flooring. Now, I do n't know where your cabin is ... I pop in and out of booth looking for you. I also make a head trip to the washroom. The sentry go had told me that there was just you and some other adult female working today. There you are ... you are hunched over your PC ... and no early char. Thank good !

I knock on your door and you look up, momentarily confused seeing me there. I walk over to your desk and ask you to hold open working and finish whatever you are working on.

I am at the window taking in the perspective, when you tell me you are almost done and that I should take a seat till then. I walk back to the desk and instead of sitting on the chair, I lean on the desk, waiting for you to close the open windows on your PC and bless off ! You smile at me and I know your brain 's multi-tasking ... working and thinking something naughty.

I cautiously move a file and the pen holder on the desk to have me some elbow room ... checking for any negative reaction from you. You roll your oculus and finish up with your stuff. I push myself onto the desk and wait for you to sign out. Then I lean forward and whisper in your ear ... '' I have no panties on ''. You lean back in your chairperson and spirit at me. I am smiling. You half surface from the chair as you tell me that we should get to the car soon.

Slightly disappointed, I am about to get off the desk when you get up and blockade my way. You hold my arms to my incline, pinning me to the desk ... and tilt in close to tell me that you do n't conceive me ... not until you have checked yourself. With one hand you hold my radiocarpal joint together and push me back on to the desk. The executive director wench does not really allow for often movement ... but you manage to push it up enough to spread my legs a bit. You have your stifle in between so I wo n't shut down my stage. Still holding my wrists captive, you work your former helping hand up my skirt ... searching for the non-existent scanty. You get your verification but your hand lingers ... fingers exploring my pussy. I am trying not to moan ... it sounds loud in the vacuous position. I am wet. You pull your hand out and lap your fingers ... and with one swift motility you pull me off the desk ... and turn me over. My paw are free again, but this metre you bind them behind me with your tie and then make me deform over your desk. You ask me to spread my branch, and advertise my skirt up to my shank to enable that. Then you sit back on your chair to enjoy the vista. You do n't impact me for what seems like an infinity ... but might have been 2 min ... I feel the chill on my bum and on my wet twat. I picture myself in my heading in that clear, vulnerable military position and it makes me more wet.

Then I feel a sudden sharp pain on my coffin nail cheek, and before my brain understands that I have been spanked, another reverse lands and then another. The first blow was n't too awful, the suddenness of it made it smarting. The subsequent gust increased in ferocity ... my bum was smarting and the pain felt good at the same metre. I wanted to tinct myself ... and get myself off. I wanted you to touch me. I did n't really live what I wanted right then.

While those thought were muddling my headway, you push a finger in my slit ... my almost dripping bitch. You finger fuck me ... then you rub my clit, pushing me to the very bound. I wan na cry out when you pull your finger out without giving me a release. This sentence you use the brand swayer from your drawer to spank me. After a couple of coke, you pull me endorse up and turn me around and kiss me on my lips ... hard ... bruising them. Your hands push my jacket off my shoulders, bunching it at my elbows. Still kissing, you fumble with the button on my shirt and manage to get them spread out. The bra, to your pleasure, is front undetermined. You unzip my skirt and let it diminish to the floor. You take a footstep back and as you unzip your drawers, you tell me to pick the doll and fold it away. Then you pull me back to you, one hand going to the back of my neck and the fingers up in my hair. You grab a handful and osculate me hard again ... then you push me down, making me kneel before you. You jerk my head up and with your early script you loosen your cock from your boxers. You are hard.

You slap my lips with your dick and tell me to suck you off. I feel somewhat humiliated, confused ... disliking the treatment AND not wanting you to kibosh. But, I want to taste your cock. I wrap my lips around your dick ... my eyes not leaving yours. You mouth the tidings 'slut'at me. I run my lingua on your ray of light and tighten my lips on it. At the same clip you tighten your fingers in my fuzz and crowd your hammer in deeper into my mouth. You fuck my mouth ... in and out, not hard enough to anguish me. I can feel you getting harder, and when you slow down I move my mouthpiece to equal up the speed. From your body terminology I know you are about to cum. I wrap my rim tighter around your cock, as you spill in my mouth ... I want every hold out drop. After swallowing, I lick your stopcock clean.

You zip up your pants and untie my hands. Instead of letting me pull my clothes back on, you pull my jacket off me. The shirt and bra follow. I am completely naked except for my pumps. You take the tie and this meter you blindfold me. You hold my arm and lead me to the armchair in your cabin. You make me sit on the armchair and spread my stifle for a elucidate view. I hear you stepping back and then some more footsteps and then complete quiet. It is freaking me out ... naked on your chairperson, spread ... glass cabin doors and with no idea where the hell you 've gone ... or are you still in there ... toying with me. I want to guide a peek but I do n't recognise if you would punish me if I do. An eternity before I hear the doorway creak. I hold my hint, I had n't heard it earlier ... are you leaving now ? Then, I hear footstep again and palpate someone standing close. It has to be you ... I can smell cigarettes. You took a cigarette break ! You went out for a smoke to mess with my heading. I wan na scream at you and I open my mouth to do just that when you pull me up and arrest me close, and kiss me gently. I can taste the fag you just smoked. You caress my rachis, my bum and sprain me around ... still holding me close. Your hands play with my nipples and caress depressed, over my tummy ... finally reaching my slit. You skip it and fondle my inside second joint. I moan out of frustration. I slip my hand behind to cup your rooster over your pants ... trying to unzip you. You push your private parts back away from me and your finger find my slit. You tease me with butterfly stroke touches and I moan through clenched teeth ... I want you to allude my clit, which you are cruelly avoiding.

I break away, not caring if you punish me for it ... and I pull off my blindfold. My eyes begging you to let me descend. You smile at me ... that dangerous smile. I know I will be in bother ... and I wo n't sleep together when. I hit the desk backing up. I wan na chivvy you ... so I lean back, spread my legs and spot myself. You growl a no. I smile and throw my school principal back ... my digit playing on my cunt. Next matter, you have pulled my hand away and have plunged your cock inside me. You pull me into stance and then you fuck me ... all the gentleness of touch from originally gone now .