I got off body of work early. I do n't wan na go place this soon and I think it would be gracious to give you a surprise. Besides, it is Saturday ... there wo n't be anyone in your billet except supererogatory diligent you. You ca n't be that mad at me for showing up. I catch a cab to your office ... and the security guard guides me to your floor. 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 to the washroom. The sentry go had told me that there was just you and some other adult female working today. There you are ... you are hunched over your PC ... and no other woman. 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 restrain working and complete 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 nates till then. I walk back to the desk and instead of sitting on the death chair, I lean on the desk, waiting for you to close up the open window on your PC and sign off ! You smile at me and I know your brain 's multi-tasking ... workings and thinking something naughty.

I cautiously move a file and the pen holder on the desk to devote me some room ... checking for any veto reaction from you. You roll your eyes and finish up with your stuff. I push myself onto the desk and delay for you to sign out. Then I lean forward and whisper in your ear ... '' I have no scanty on ''. You lean back in your electric chair and face at me. I am smiling. You half rise from the chair 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 occlude my way. You hold my weapons system to my sides, pinning me to the desk ... and lean in near to tell me that you do n't trust me ... not until you have checked yourself. With one manus you hold my wrist together and push me back on to the desk. The executive annulus does not really countenance for much movement ... but you manage to crusade it up enough to broadcast my legs a bit. You have your articulatio genus in between so I wo n't close my pegleg. Still holding my wrists captive, you work your other hired hand up my skirt ... searching for the non-existent panties. You get your confirmation but your hand lingers ... finger's breadth exploring my snatch. I am trying not to groan ... it sounds aloud in the empty agency. I am wet. You pull your helping hand out and work out your finger's breadth ... and with one blue-belly effort you pull me off the desk ... and deform me over. My hands are free again, but this time you bind them behind me with your tie and then make me deflect over your desk. You ask me to distribute my legs, and advertize my skirt up to my shank to enable that. Then you sit back on your president to revel the view. You do n't touch me for what seems like an timeless existence ... but might have been 2 mins ... I feel the chill on my bum and on my wet cunt. I picture myself in my caput in that open, vulnerable position and it makes me more wet.

Then I feel a sudden sharp pain on my butt brass, and before my genius understands that I have been spanked, another puff lands and then another. The first nose candy was n't too unspeakable, the abruptness of it made it sassy. The subsequent coke increased in furiousness ... my bum was smarting and the pain felt good at the like clock time. I wanted to touch myself ... and get myself off. I wanted you to touch me. I did n't really have intercourse what I wanted decent then.

While those persuasion were muddling my head, you push a finger in my twat ... my almost dripping bitch. You finger fuck me ... then you rub my clit, pushing me to the very boundary. I wan na cry out when you pull your fingerbreadth out without giving me a sack. This time you use the steel swayer from your draftsman to larrup me. After a couplet of coke, you pull me back up up and turn me around and snog me on my mouth ... hard ... bruising them. Your hands push my jacket off my berm, bunching it at my elbow. Still kissing, you fumble with the push on my shirt and manage to get them open. The bra, to your pleasure, is nominal head undetermined. You unzip my dame and let it fall to the story. You take a step back and as you unzip your pants, you tell me to blame the skirt and fold it away. Then you pull me back to you, one helping hand going to the back of my neck opening and the digit up in my hair. You grab a smattering and osculate me hard again ... then you push me down, making me kneel before you. You jerk my heading up and with your other handwriting you loosen your tool from your pugilist. You are firmly.

You slap my lips with your cock and tell me to suckle you off. I feel somewhat humiliated, confused ... disliking the treatment AND not wanting you to barricade. But, I want to taste your cock. I wrap my mouth around your putz ... my center not leaving yours. You mouth the word 'slut'at me. I run my tongue on your shaft and stiffen my rim on it. At the like time you tighten your finger in my hair and push your cock in deeper into my lip. You fuck my oral cavity ... in and out, not hard enough to anguish me. I can experience you getting harder, 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 sassing tighter around your cock, as you spill in my mouth ... I want every cobbler's last drop cloth. After swallowing, I lick your stopcock clean.

You zip up your pants and loosen my mitt. Instead of letting me pull my clothes back on, you pull my jacket off me. The shirt and bra follow. I am completely naked except for my ticker. You take the tie and this time you blindfold me. You hold my arm and conduct me to the armchair in your cabin. You make me sit on the armchair and spread my knees for a clear persuasion. I hear you stepping back and then some more step and then complete muteness. It is freaking me out ... naked on your chairperson, spread ... spyglass cabin doorway and with no mind where the perdition you 've gone ... or are you still in there ... toying with me. I want to guide a peek but I do n't know if you would punish me if I do. An eternity before I hear the door creak. I hold my breathing time, I had n't heard it earlier ... are you leaving now ? Then, I hear footsteps again and sense person standing close. It has to be you ... I can smell out cigarettes. You took a butt break ! You went out for a smoke to mess with my head. I wan na wow at you and I open my mouth to do just that when you pull me up and take for me close, and kiss me gently. I can taste the cigaret you just smoked. You caress my spinal column, my bum and deform me around ... still holding me conclude. Your hands play with my nipples and caress lower berth, over my stomach ... finally reaching my cunt. You skip it and fondle my inside thighs. I moan out of thwarting. I slip my hand 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 touches and I moan through clenched teeth ... I want you to relate 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 middle begging you to let me come. You smile at me ... that dangerous smile. I know I will be in trouble ... and I wo n't make love when. I hit the desk backing up. I wan na provoke you ... so I lean back, spreadhead my stage and speck myself. You growl a no. I smile and throw my head back ... my fingerbreadth playing on my cunt. next thing, you have pulled my manus away and have plunged your dick inside me. You pull me into position and then you fuck me ... all the gentleness of cutaneous senses from earlier gone now .