I 'm prepared 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 nervous ? Why am I 'm hesitating outside his function ?

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

I take one conclusion calming breathing place and bash. His voice carries through the threshold as he tells me to `` Come in ''.

I 've been working here for six months and I still feel knocked off my hound 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 push 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 seat and pulls up the fabric that I emailed him just before I came in.

I sit in the chair that he indicated and spread my own computer. My digit do n't want to cooperate. I fumble the keys while typing in my password. I keep my middle down so I 'm not looking at him and start talking.

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

He asks a few easy questions. I 've prepared and I provide smart answers quickly. After the last slide I pause and feel a grinning twist up the corner of my lips. I did it.

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

When that interrogative sentence drops I feel my expression flush quickly with estrus. That is a question I 'm not prepared for ! How did he clean up on the one issue that I had n't considered ?

He 's watching me, motionless like a predator, waiting for my reply. I do n't think. I just oppose and say the first matter to comes to my mind. He sighs and flatten his hands. His gaze has turned from assessing to stern.

Caught ! That was a poor fish idea and we both know it.

He stands slowly. Coming around to my side of his desk. He crosses his secure wooden leg and leans against his desk. He 's now close enough for me to smell him and feel the heating of his body. I edge my butt back in the chair, just a niggling, to get some space.

He asks me how I feel about the reply that I gave him and I have to allow in that I was n't thinking. There is no talking my way out of this with him.

His fingertips are tapping on the border of his desk while he looks out the window. When his gaze is turned I feel my body relax. That 's the minute he grabs my ponytail. Hard. When I least look it.

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

He tells me `` That was a dull answer and you know it. I will not put up that kind of incompetency in my office. Do you understand me ? ``

I try to nod but the grip he has on my hair tightens. `` give your dumb mouth. I 'm going to stuff that stunned back down your throat. You are going to bury it along with my cum and never let it come back up again. ``

I 'm glacial with shock but I can experience the head of his stopcock push up against my come together lips. When I do n't run quickly he yanks my hair hard again and growls `` outdoors. '' My mouth function instinctively. I feel him push in, taste him salty on my tongue and feel my jaw kickoff to stretch to accommodate how chummy 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 back of my throat. I instinctively try to get out away. He 's too big. That will hurt. He growls again `` Open your throat for me. I 'm fucking the stupe out of you. You need this. ``

How did I get here ? He pushes in deep again and this sentence he does n't arrest when I struggle. He holds my whisker tight at the back of my drumhead and pushes me down onto his dick until we both feel him slither tightly down my throat.

I 'm pin. I ca n't breath. There is no outer space for anything else but his organic structure. He holds us in that attitude for a few indorsement before he groans and pulls out. His prick is soaked from my drivel and it slaps me wetly in the face as he takes it out of my mouth.

'' Are you a estimable girl or a adulteress ? Do you want this to stop ? '' I almost miss his dubiousness because I 'm staring at his cock. I swallow and feel how boisterous my throat is from being used like this. `` Answer me. ``

I whisper `` I 'm a slut ''. He pretends not to listen and pulls my head back harder and I feel it all let go. `` I 'm a slut ! '' I say clear and brassy. Even more sure-footed now than when I was presenting. `` I 'm a slut and I want your cock again, please. Please put it back in my mouth ''.

'' Good little slut. '' he says and he holds his turncock just out of orbit of my greedy mouth. Gripping my hair so I have to struggle with him to latch back on. When he slides inside I suck and bat and live with with enthusiasm. I have a single finish. I need his cum.

He lets me call back that I have control for a few second. The strait of my soppy, slutty sucking filling his quiet office before he takes ascendancy again.

When he 's had sufficiency 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 little cam stroke. My jaw is starting to ache when I hear him groan and his cum is filling me. He holds us like that for a moment before pulling out to watch out his cum dribbling down my chin.

He gazes down at me before he lets go of my hair and tuck himself away. `` pick yourself up and do n't let this ever pass off again. '' He says calmly as he exits the office.

Still kneeling on the floor, I dig through my bag to find a crumpled Kleenex. I wipe the cum and tears off my face. Lick my fingertips and try to use them to wipe away the mascara path 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 number on my browser light up. I have an electronic mail. I click over to my postbox and see his name and a single Logos open job. `` test copy ''

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

'' I 'll always have this as proof that you are the post slovenly woman. '' Under the note is an embedded video.

I click and watch the girl in the video recording. Hear the desperate sounds she 's making. See her gagging for more. My whole torso feeling flushed and my slit is wet. When the video ends I click to play it again.

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

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