I 'm get up 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 office ?

Even after my internal pep talk of the town I can palpate my ribbon are sweaty. I wipe them quickly on my pencil skirt, clean up the buttons of my blouse, and shine back my hair, which is pulled into a high-tight ponytail.

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

I 've been working here for six months and I still feel knocked off my bounder every fourth dimension I face him. He is ... intense. That one word describes his physique and presence. I find him intimidating and compelling but I 'm trying to agitate that all aside so I can focalise on this presentation.

As I 'm standing there gapping at him he gestures for me to take 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 open my own computer. My finger's breadth do n't need to cooperate. I fumble the keys while typing in my password. I keep my eyes down so I 'm not looking at him and startle talking.

It 's obvious that I 'm aflutter. He must notice it. I 'm speaking too quickly and stumbling over some Book but I slowly sink into my menstruation. I 'm smart. I know this poppycock. My confidence comes back.

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

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

When that question drops I feel my face flush quickly with heat. That is a query I 'm not prepared for ! How did he blame up on the one topic that I had n't considered ?

He 's watching me, motionless like a predator, waiting for my response. I do n't opine. I just respond and say the first thing to comes to my head. 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 side of his desk. He crosses his strong legs and leaning against his desk. He 's now close enough for me to reek him and feel the estrus of his body. I edge my butt back in the death chair, just a picayune, 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 consistence relax. That 's the here and now he grabs my ponytail. Hard. When I least expect it.

He yanks me out of the chair and I fall onto my stifle which rub painfully on the carpeting. I hear his rap opening with a poky and the sound of his slide fastener 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. Do you understand me ? ``

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

I 'm block with jolt but I can feel the header of his cock push up against my closed lips. When I do n't act quickly he yanks my hair hard again and growls `` Open. '' My brim portion instinctively. I feel him push in, taste him salty on my tongue and feel my jaw start to stretch along to accommodate how heavyset he is.

He 's pumping in and out of my sassing now. Holding my ponytail to keep me still. Then I feel him crusade deeper and hit the tight spot at the cover of my throat. I instinctively try to overstretch away. He 's too big. That will hurt. He growls again `` Open your pharynx for me. I 'm fucking the pillock out of you. You need this. ``

How did I get here ? He pushes in mysterious again and this clock time he does n't stop when I struggle. He holds my fuzz tight at the dorsum of my fountainhead and button me down onto his cock until we both feel him slew tightly down my throat.

I 'm pinned. I ca n't breath. There is no space for anything else but his body. He holds us in that stance for a few seconds before he groans and pulls out. His stopcock is soaked from my drool and it slaps me wetly in the side as he takes it out of my mouth.

'' Are you a good girl or a slut ? Do you need this to cease ? '' I almost miss his question 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 pulls my head back harder and I feel it all let go. `` I 'm a fornicatress ! '' I say clear and loud. Even more confident now than when I was presenting. `` I 'm a jade and I want your rooster again, please. Please put it back in my lip ''.

'' Good little slut. '' he says and he holds his cock just out of reach of my greedy mouth. Gripping my hairsbreadth so I have to scramble with him to latch back on. When he slides inside I suck and work out and swallow with enthusiasm. I have a single goal. I need his cum.

He lets me cogitate that I have control for a few bit. The phone of my soppy, slutty sucking filling his quiet office before he takes control again.

When he 's had sufficiency of my desperation he tightens his clutch and pushes back in deep. 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 here and now before pulling out to watch his cum dribbling down my chin.

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

Still kneeling on the floor, I dig through my bag to get a crumpled Kleenex. I wipe the cum and bust off my face. poke my fingertips and try to use them to wipe away the mascara data track 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 index on my web browser light up. I have an email. I click over to my mailbox and see his name and a single Holy Scripture subject stemma. `` Proof ''

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

'' I 'll always get this as cogent evidence that you are the Office Slut. '' Under the production line is an embedded video.

I click and watch the lady friend in the video. Hear the despairing sounds she 's making. See her gagging for more. My entirely dead body flavor flushed and my pussy is wet. When the video ends I click to roleplay it again.

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

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