I 'm groom for this. I really am. I 've been working on the presentation 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 home pep talk I can feel my medallion are sweaty. I wipe them quickly on my pencil skirt, straighten the buttons of my blouse, and smooth out back my fuzz, which is pulled into a high-tight ponytail.

I take one last calming breathing space and knock. His voice carries through the door as he tells me to `` Come in ''.

I 've been working here for six month and I still finger knocked off my heels every time I face him. He is ... acute. That one word describes his bod and comportment. I find him intimidating and compelling but I 'm trying to push that all aside so I can rivet on this presentation.

As I 'm standing there gapping at him he gestures for me to direct 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 electronic computer. My digit do n't want to cooperate. I fumble the keys while typing in my countersign. I keep my heart down so I 'm not looking at him and start talking.

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

He asks a few wanton questions. I 've prepared and I provide smart solvent quickly. After the final stage slideway I pause and feel a grin pull up the corner of my brim. I did it.

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

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

He 's watching me, motionless like a predatory animal, waiting for my resolution. I do n't think. I just react and say the outset thing to comes to my judgement. He sighs and drop off his hands. His gaze has turned from assessing to stern.

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

He stands slowly. Coming around to my incline of his desk. He crosses his strong pegleg and leaning against his desk. He 's now close enough for me to smell him and feel the heat of his body. I edge my butt back in the chair, just a little, to get some space.

He asks me how I feel about the answer that I gave him and I have to accept 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 window. When his gaze is turned I feel my body relax. That 's the moment he grabs my ponytail. Hard. When I least expect it.

He yanks me out of the hot seat and I fall onto my knees which rub painfully on the carpet. I hear his belt opening with a pokey and the speech sound of his slide fastener pulling down.

He tells me `` That was a dumb resolution and you know it. I will not brook that kind of incompetence in my office staff. Do you infer me ? ``

I try to nod but the grip he has on my fuzz tightens. `` Open your mute rima oris. I 'm going to stuff that dullard back down your throat. You are going to bury it along with my cum and never let it come back up again. ``

I 'm frozen with impact but I can find the headway of his cock push button up against my unsympathetic brim. When I do n't locomote quickly he yanks my hair's-breadth hard again and growls `` open. '' My mouth part instinctively. I feel him push in, taste him salty on my spit and feel my jaw start to stretch to accommodate how stocky 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 pull up away. He 's too big. That will hurt. He growls again `` give your throat for me. I 'm fucking the pillock out of you. You need this. ``

How did I get here ? He pushes in cryptic again and this time he does n't stop when I struggle. He holds my haircloth tight at the back of my head and push 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 body. He holds us in that position for a few s before he groans and pulls out. His cock is soaked from my humbug and it slaps me wetly in the face as he takes it out of my mouth.

'' Are you a in effect girl or a slut ? Do you want this to stop over ? '' I almost miss his motion because I 'm staring at his cock. I swallow and feel how scratchy my pharynx is from being used like this. `` Answer me. ``

I whisper `` I 'm a adulteress ''. He pretends not to find out and rend my head back harder and I feel it all let go. `` I 'm a slut ! '' I say clear and flashy. Even more convinced now than when I was presenting. `` I 'm a slattern and I want your peter again, please. Please put it back in my mouth ''.

'' Good little loose woman. '' he says and he holds his stopcock just out of reach of my greedy back talk. Gripping my hair so I have to struggle with him to latch back on. When he slides inside I suck and lick and withdraw with enthusiasm. I have a exclusive destination. I need his cum.

He lets me intend that I have control for a few minutes. The audio of my maudlin, slutty sucking filling his quieten office before he takes ascendance again.

When he 's had enough of my desperation he tightens his grip and button back in trench. My nozzle is pressed hard against his pelvis before he starts pumping in short strokes. My jaw is starting to ache when I hear him moan and his cum is filling me. He holds us like that for a moment before pulling out to observe his cum dribbling down my chin.

He gazes down at me before he lets go of my hair's-breadth 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 floor, I dig through my bag to find a crumble Kleenex. I wipe the cum and bout off my brass. Lick my fingertips and try to use them to wipe away the mascara raceway 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 indicant on my browser light up. I have an email. I click over to my mailbox and see his name and a single Word open argument. `` Proof ''

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

'' I 'll always let this as validation that you are the Office adulteress. '' Under the dividing line is an embedded video.

I click and watch the girl in the telecasting. Hear the do-or-die sounds she 's making. See her gagging for more. My solid body feels flushed and my cunt is wet. When the video ends I click to play it again.

'' I 'm a loose woman. '' I whisper it along with the daughter on the TV as I cum on my own fingers.

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