I got off workplace early. I do n't wan na go dwelling house this soon and I think it would be skillful to leave you a surprisal. Besides, it is Saturday ... there wo n't be anyone in your office except extra diligent you. You ca n't be that mad at me for showing up. I catch a cab to your business office ... and the security guard guides me to your flooring. Now, I do n't know where your cabin is ... I pop in and out of cubicles looking for you. I also make a trip-up to the washroom. The guard had told me that there was just you and some other womanhood working today. There you are ... you are hunched over your PC ... and no other woman. 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 keep working and finish whatever you are working on.

I am at the window pickings in the scene, when you tell me you are almost done and that I should read 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 shut the spread out windows on your PC and sign 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 move over me some room ... checking for any electronegative reaction from you. You roll your eyes and finish up with your hooey. 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 chair and look at me. I am smiling. You half climb from the president 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 forget my way. You hold my weaponry to my incline, pinning me to the desk ... and incline in finale to recite me that you do n't believe me ... not until you have checked yourself. With one hand you hold my wrists together and fight me back on to the desk. The administrator doll does not really leave for practically movement ... but you manage to bear on it up enough to scatter my legs a bit. You have your genu in between so I wo n't close my legs. Still holding my wrists captive, you work your other hand up my skirt ... searching for the non-existent panty. You get your check but your bridge player lingers ... fingers exploring my cunt. I am trying not to moan ... it sounds loud in the empty power. I am wet. You pull your hand out and lick your digit ... and with one Jonathan Swift movement you pull me off the desk ... and turn me over. My hands are free again, but this time you bind them behind me with your tie and then make me bend over your desk. You ask me to spread my branch, and push my skirt up to my waistline to enable that. Then you sit back on your electric chair to savour the view. You do n't advert me for what seems like an eternity ... but might consume been 2 Min dialect ... I feel the chill on my bum and on my wet bitch. I picture myself in my head in that open, vulnerable position and it makes me Thomas More wet.

Then I feel a sudden sharp pain on my butt cheek, and before my psyche understands that I have been spanked, another blow lands and then another. The for the first time gust was n't too afflictive, the suddenness of it made it smart. The subsequent blast increased in violence ... my bum was smarting and the pain felt good at the Saame fourth dimension. I wanted to match myself ... and get myself off. I wanted you to tinct me. I did n't really know what I wanted right then.

While those thoughts were muddling my head, you push a digit in my cunt ... my almost dripping cunt. You finger lie with me ... then you rub my clitoris, pushing me to the very edge. I wan na cry out when you pull your finger out without giving me a release. This clock time you use the steel ruler from your drawer to spank me. After a distich of blows, you pull me back up and turn me around and osculate me on my mouth ... hard ... bruising them. Your paw push my jacket off my shoulders, bunching it at my elbows. Still kissing, you fumble with the buttons on my shirt and manage to get them afford. The bra, to your delight, is breast open. You unzip my chick and let it fall to the floor. You take a step back and as you unzip your bloomers, you tell me to pick the skirt and fold it away. Then you pull me back to you, one hired hand going to the spine of my neck and the finger's breadth up in my hair. You grab a handful and buss me toilsome again ... then you push me down, making me kneel before you. You jerk my head up and with your former hired man you loosen your cock from your boxer. You are hard.

You slap my lips with your cock and tell me to suck you off. I feel somewhat humiliated, confused ... disliking the intervention AND not wanting you to break off. But, I want to taste your rooster. I wrap my lips around your cock ... my eye not leaving yours. You mouth the word 'slut'at me. I run my lingua on your shaft and stiffen my lips on it. At the same time you tighten your finger's breadth in my haircloth and push your cock in deeper into my mouth. You fuck my mouth ... in and out, not hard enough to hurt me. I can feel you getting gruelling, and when you slow down I move my mouth to match up the speed. From your body language I know you are about to cum. I wrap my lips tighter around your cock, as you spill in my rima oris ... I want every conclusion drop. After swallowing, I lick your pecker clean.

You zip up your drawers and untie my hands. Instead of letting me take out 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 time you blindfold me. You hold my arm and leave me to the armchair in your cabin. You make me sit on the armchair and diffuse my genu for a clear view. I hear you stepping back and then some more step and then everlasting silence. It is freaking me out ... naked on your chairman, gap ... 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 direct a peek but I do n't make love if you would punish me if I do. An eternity before I hear the door creak. I hold my breathing place, I had n't heard it earlier ... are you leaving now ? Then, I hear footsteps again and experience someone standing close. It has to be you ... I can smell coffin nail. You took a cigarette breakout ! You went out for a gage to mess with my head. I wan na sidesplitter at you and I open my oral fissure to do just that when you pull me up and hold me fill up, and kiss me gently. I can taste the cigarette you just smoked. You caress my back, my bum and turn me around ... still holding me conclusion. Your men play with my nipples and caress take down, over my tummy ... finally reaching my bitch. You skip it and caress my internal thigh. I moan out of frustration. I slip my hand behind to cup your hammer over your bloomers ... trying to unzip you. You push your genitalia back away from me and your finger find my pussy. You tease me with butterfly hint and I moan through clenched tooth ... I want you to touch 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 come in. You smile at me ... that grievous smile. I know I will be in trouble ... and I wo n't get it on when. I hit the desk backing up. I wan na provoke you ... so I lean back, spread my ramification and touch myself. You growl a no. I smile and throw my head back ... my fingers playing on my twat. following thing, you have pulled my paw away and have plunged your cock inside me. You pull me into position and then you fuck me ... all the softness of touch from earlier gone now .