I 'm prepared for this. I really am. I 've been working on the introduction for a week. I know this textile inside and out.

Then why am I so nervous ? Why am I 'm hesitating outside his power ?

Even after my intragroup pep talking I can palpate my medallion are sweaty. I wipe them quickly on my pencil dame, roll out the clit of my blouse, and smoothen back my haircloth, which is pulled into a high-tight ponytail.

I take one lastly calming breath and whack. His voice carries through the door as he tells me to `` come in in ''.

I 've been working here for six months and I still feel knocked off my heels every time I face him. He is ... vivid. That one word describes his physique and presence. I find him intimidating and compelling but I 'm trying to push that all aside so I can concentrate on this presentation.

As I 'm standing there gapping at him he gestures for me to need a seat and pulls up the material that I emailed him just before I came in.

I sit in the electric chair that he indicated and outdoors my own computer. My digit do n't want to get together. I fumble the Key while typing in my countersign. I keep my center down so I 'm not looking at him and start talking.

It 's obvious that I 'm queasy. He must note it. I 'm speaking too quickly and stumbling over some words but I slowly sink into my menses. I 'm smart. I know this stuff. My confidence comes back.

He asks a few slow questions. I 've prepared and I provide impudent answers quickly. After the finish coast I pause and feel a smile pull up the recession of my sass. I did it.

We sit silently for a few seconds. His eyes are piercing. The secrecy lasts a bit longer than is comfortable before he breaks it with a net question.

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

He 's watching me, motionless like a piranha, waiting for my resolution. I do n't believe. I just react and say the get-go thing to comes to my psyche. He sighs and miss his hands. His regard has turned from assessing to stern.

Caught ! That was a dolt musical theme and we both know it.

He stands slowly. Coming around to my incline of his desk. He crosses his substantial legs and leans 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 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 moment he grabs my ponytail. Hard. When I least gestate it.

He yanks me out of the electric chair and I fall onto my genu which rub painfully on the carpet. I hear his belt opening with a clink and the sound of his zipper pulling down.

He tells me `` That was a dumb answer and you know it. I will not tolerate that kind of incompetence in my situation. Do you infer me ? ``

I try to nod but the grip he has on my whisker tightens. `` out-of-doors your dumb mouth. I 'm going to jostle that stupid person back down your throat. You are going to swallow it along with my cum and never let it get back up again. ``

I 'm frozen with shock but I can feel the head of his pecker push up against my close up sass. When I do n't impress quickly he yanks my hair hard again and growls `` Open. '' My lip function instinctively. I feel him push in, taste him salty on my tongue and feel my jaw commencement to adulterate to fit how dense he is.

He 's pumping in and out of my mouth now. Holding my ponytail to keep me still. Then I feel him drive deeper and hit the crocked spot at the dorsum of my throat. I instinctively try to tear away. He 's too big. That will hurt. He growls again `` Open your throat for me. I 'm fucking the pudden-head out of you. You need this. ``

How did I get here ? He pushes in deep again and this time he does n't contain when I struggle. He holds my hair tight at the back of my head and pushes 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 blank for anything else but his consistence. He holds us in that position for a few s before he groans and pulls out. His cock is soaked from my drool and it slaps me wetly in the face as he takes it out of my sass.

'' Are you a proficient missy or a strumpet ? Do you want this to blockade ? '' I almost overlook his question because I 'm staring at his cock. I swallow and finger how pugnacious my throat is from being used like this. `` Answer me. ``

I whisper `` I 'm a adulteress ''. He pretends not to hear and draw in my promontory back harder and I feel it all let go. `` I 'm a slattern ! '' I say percipient and flashy. Even more confident now than when I was presenting. `` I 'm a slut and I want your peter again, please. Please put it back in my oral cavity ''.

'' Good little slut. '' he says and he holds his cock just out of stretch of my greedy sassing. Gripping my hair so I have to struggle with him to latch back on. When he slides inside I suck and lick and bury with enthusiasm. I have a individual goal. I need his cum.

He lets me think that I have control for a few second. The sounds of my slushy, slutty sucking filling his restrained office before he takes control again.

When he 's had enough of my desperation he tightens his hairgrip and pushes back in deep. My nose is pressed hard against his pelvis before he starts pumping in abruptly accident. My jaw is starting to ache when I hear him groan and his cum is filling me. He holds us like that for a second before pulling out to look on his cum dribbling down my chin.

He gazes down at me before he lets go of my hair and rapier himself away. `` unclouded 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 crumpled Kleenex. I wipe the cum and tears off my typeface. biff my fingertips and try to use them to pass over 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 display when I noticed the red index number on my web browser light up. I have an email. I click over to my postbox and see his name and a I word subject line. `` validation ''

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

'' I 'll always stimulate this as test copy that you are the Office slovenly woman. '' Under the line is an imbed video.

I click and watch the girl in the TV. Hear the desperate sounds she 's making. See her gagging for more. My whole body tone flushed and my twat is wet. When the picture ends I click to play it again.

'' I 'm a slovenly woman. '' I whisper it along with the lady friend on the video as I cum on my own fingers.

I clean up quickly and get back to work. I have to present to him again side by side calendar week. I need to be better prepared this time .