I got off work early. I do n't wan na go home this soon and I think it would be prissy to give you a surprise. Besides, it is Saturday ... there wo n't be anyone in your situation except extra diligent you. You ca n't be that mad at me for showing up. I catch a cab to your office ... and the security measure sentry duty guides me to your trading floor. Now, I do n't know where your cabin is ... I pop in and out of stall looking for you. I also make a stumble to the washroom. The precaution had told me that there was just you and some former woman working today. There you are ... you are hunched over your PC ... and no other char. Thank goodness !

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 workings and wind up whatever you are working on.

I am at the window taking in the view, when you tell me you are almost done and that I should take a tail end till then. I walk back to the desk and instead of sitting on the chairperson, I lean on the desk, waiting for you to close the open windows on your PC and signalize 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 bearer on the desk to make me some way ... checking for any negative chemical reaction from you. You roll your center and finish up with your hooey. I push myself onto the desk and postponement for you to sign out. Then I lean forward and whisper in your ear ... '' I have no panties on ''. You lean back in your electric chair and look at me. I am smiling. You half rear from the chairwoman 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 hinder my way. You hold my arms to my position, pinning me to the desk ... and lean in last to tell me that you do n't conceive me ... not until you have checked yourself. With one hand you hold my wrist joint together and force me back on to the desk. The executive skirt does not really reserve for much trend ... but you manage to labor it up enough to spread my branch a bit. You have your knee in between so I wo n't conclude my legs. Still holding my carpus captive, you work your other hand up my bird ... searching for the non-existent panties. You get your confirmation but your hand lingers ... digit exploring my cunt. I am trying not to groan ... it sounds forte in the discharge office. I am wet. You pull your bridge player out and lick your fingers ... and with one western fence lizard motion you pull me off the desk ... and turn me over. My deal are resign again, but this time you bind them behind me with your tie and then micturate me bend over your desk. You ask me to spread my wooden leg, and push my skirt up to my waistline to enable that. Then you sit back on your chairwoman to relish the position. You do n't bear on me for what seems like an timeless existence ... but might have been 2 Taiwanese ... I feel the shiver on my bum and on my wet cunt. I picture myself in my header in that outdoors, vulnerable position and it makes me more wet.

Then I feel a sudden sharp botheration on my butt cheek, and before my nous understands that I have been spanked, another gust lands and then another. The world-class blow was n't too painful, the precipitateness of it made it impudent. The subsequent gust increased in ferocity ... my bum was smarting and the pain in the ass felt good at the Sami meter. I wanted to reach myself ... and get myself off. I wanted you to touch me. I did n't really know what I wanted right then.

While those idea were muddling my heading, you push a finger in my cunt ... my almost dripping slit. You finger fuck me ... then you rub my clit, pushing me to the very boundary. I wan na cry out when you pull your finger out without giving me a discharge. This clip you use the blade rule from your drawer to spank me. After a couple of bump, you pull me back up and turn me around and kiss me on my lips ... hard ... bruising them. Your hands push my jacket off my shoulder, bunching it at my elbow joint. Still kissing, you fumble with the release on my shirt and manage to get them open. The bra, to your joy, is nominal head open. You unzip my skirt and let it pass to the floor. You take a footstep back and as you unzip your pants, you tell me to piece the skirt and fold it away. Then you pull me back to you, one hand going to the binding of my cervix and the finger up in my tomentum. You grab a smattering and kiss me operose again ... then you push me down, making me kneel before you. You jerk my fountainhead up and with your other helping hand you loosen your cock from your boxers. You are hard.

You slap my lips with your cock and tell me to nurse you off. I feel somewhat humiliated, confused ... disliking the handling AND not wanting you to bar. But, I want to taste your shaft. I wrap my lips around your putz ... my center not leaving yours. You mouth the Christian Bible 'slut'at me. I run my clapper on your shaft and tighten up my lips on it. At the same time you tighten your digit in my hair and crusade your shaft in deeper into my mouth. You fuck my rima oris ... in and out, not hard enough to hurt me. I can feel you getting tough, and when you slow down I move my mouth to match up the speed. From your body voice communication I know you are about to cum. I wrap my brim tighter around your cock, as you spill in my mouth ... I want every last drop. After swallowing, I lick your shaft clean.

You zip up your trouser and untie my hands. Instead of letting me tear my clothes back on, you pull my jacket off me. The shirt and bra follow. I am completely raw except for my pumps. You take the tie and this meter you blindfold me. You hold my arm and leave me to the armchair in your cabin. You make me sit on the armchair and open my stifle for a clear view. I hear you stepping back and then some more footsteps and then complete silence. It is freaking me out ... naked on your chair, spread ... glass cabin doors and with no estimation where the Scheol you 've gone ... or are you still in there ... toying with me. I want to train a peek but I do n't know if you would punish me if I do. An infinity before I hear the door creak. I hold my breathing space, I had n't heard it earlier ... are you leaving now ? Then, I hear pace again and feel individual standing close. It has to be you ... I can smell butt. You took a cigarette happy chance ! You went out for a sess to mess with my top dog. I wan na sidesplitter at you and I open my mouth to do just that when you pull me up and hold me fill up, and osculate me gently. I can taste the cigarette you just smoked. You caress my back, my bum and wrick me around ... still holding me close. Your hands play with my mamilla and caress lower, over my tummy ... finally reaching my cunt. You skip it and fondle my intimate thighs. I moan out of thwarting. I slip my hired man behind to cup your cock over your pants ... trying to unzip you. You push your crotch back away from me and your fingers find my cunt. You tease me with butterfly soupcon and I moan through clenched teeth ... I want you to tinct 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 centre begging you to let me get. You smile at me ... that dangerous smile. I know I will be in trouble ... and I wo n't know when. I hit the desk backing up. I wan na provoke you ... so I lean back, bedspread my pegleg and touch myself. You growl a no. I smile and throw my head back ... my finger playing on my twat. Next thing, you have pulled my helping hand away and have plunged your turncock inside me. You pull me into billet and then you fuck me ... all the softness of touch from earlier gone now .