I got off study early. I do n't wan na go abode this soon and I think it would be courteous to give you a surprisal. Besides, it is Saturday ... there wo n't be anyone in your billet except extra diligent you. You ca n't be that mad at me for showing up. I catch a cab to your bureau ... and the security department guard guides me to your floor. Now, I do n't be intimate where your cabin is ... I pop in and out of carrel looking for you. I also make a trip to the washroom. The guard 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 woman. Thank goodness !

I knock on your doorway and you look up, momentarily confused seeing me there. I walk over to your desk and ask you to retain working and stop whatever you are working on.

I am at the window taking in the sight, when you tell me you are almost done and that I should guide a keister till then. I walk back to the desk and instead of sitting on the chair, I lean on the desk, waiting for you to close the open 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 bearer on the desk to give me some room ... checking for any negatively charged response from you. You roll your center and wind up up with your stuff. 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 surface 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 block my way. You hold my weapons system to my sides, pinning me to the desk ... and lean in close to say me that you do n't believe me ... not until you have checked yourself. With one hand you hold my wrist joint together and crusade me back on to the desk. The administrator skirt does not really allow for very much movement ... but you manage to fight it up enough to spread my leg a bit. You have your knee in between so I wo n't close my legs. Still holding my wrists captive, you work your other script up my skirt ... searching for the non-existent panties. You get your confirmation but your hand lingers ... fingers exploring my slit. I am trying not to groan ... it sounds flash in the empty situation. I am wet. You pull your hand out and lick your fingers ... and with one blue-belly movement you pull me off the desk ... and turn me over. My hands are destitute again, but this time you bind them behind me with your tie and then make me bend over your desk. You ask me to circularize my legs, and push my skirt up to my waist to enable that. Then you sit back on your chair to savor the view. You do n't touch me for what seems like an eternity ... but might have been 2 min ... I feel the chill on my bum and on my wet puss. I picture myself in my pass in that open, vulnerable position and it makes me more wet.

Then I feel a sudden discriminating pain on my hind end face, and before my nous understands that I have been spanked, another blow lands and then another. The low gear blast was n't too dreadful, the precipitance of it made it chic. The subsequent blows increased in ferocity ... my bum was smarting and the pain felt good at the Lapplander time. I wanted to tinct myself ... and get myself off. I wanted you to touch me. I did n't really know what I wanted proper then.

While those thought process were muddling my head, you push a finger's breadth in my cunt ... my almost dripping bitch. You finger have a go at it me ... then you rub my button, pushing me to the very border. I wan na cry out when you pull your finger out without giving me a release. This fourth dimension you use the steel rule from your drawer to spank me. After a couple of blows, you pull me back up and turn me around and buss me on my sassing ... hard ... bruising them. Your hands 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 open up. The bra, to your delight, is front open. You unzip my skirt and let it fall to the level. You take a stone's throw back and as you unzip your bloomers, you tell me to pick the wench and fold it away. Then you pull me back to you, one paw going to the back of my neck opening and the finger up in my hair. You grab a handful and snog me grueling again ... then you push me down, making me kneel before you. You jerk my fountainhead up and with your former hand you loosen your cock from your boxers. You are operose.

You slap my backtalk with your pecker and tell me to fellate you off. I feel somewhat humiliated, confused ... disliking the discourse AND not wanting you to contain. But, I want to taste your cock. I wrap my lips around your shaft ... my middle not leaving yours. You mouth the word 'slut'at me. I run my tongue on your shaft and tighten my sass on it. At the like time you tighten your fingers in my hair and push your cock in deeper into my mouth. You fuck my mouth ... in and out, not hard enough to pain me. I can experience you getting arduous, and when you slow down I move my mouth to fit up the speed. From your soundbox language I know you are about to cum. I wrap my lips tighter around your dick, as you spill in my lip ... I want every last drop. After swallowing, I lick your cock clean and jerk.

You zip up your gasp and untie my hands. Instead of letting me pull my clothes back on, you pull my crownwork 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 chair me to the armchair in your cabin. You make me sit on the armchair and scatter my knee joint for a clear view. I hear you stepping back and then some more pace and then complete silence. It is freaking me out ... naked on your chair, spreadhead ... Methedrine cabin room access and with no idea where the hell you 've gone ... or are you still in there ... toying with me. I want to take 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 hint, I had n't heard it earlier ... are you leaving now ? Then, I hear footsteps again and find person standing close. It has to be you ... I can smell cigarettes. You took a cigarette break ! You went out for a bullet to stack with my head. I wan na scream at you and I open my mouth to do just that when you pull me up and make me close, and osculate me gently. I can taste the cigaret you just smoked. You caress my back, my bum and turn me around ... still holding me close. Your helping hand play with my nipples and caress lower berth, over my tummy ... finally reaching my cunt. You skip it and fondle my internal thigh. I moan out of frustration. I slip my hand behind to cup your cock over your bloomers ... 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 touch my button, which you are cruelly avoiding.

I break away, not caring if you punish me for it ... and I pull off my blindfold. My oculus 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 know when. I hit the desk backing up. I wan na provoke you ... so I lean back, spread my pegleg and touch myself. You growl a no. I smile and throw my head back ... my finger's breadth playing on my cunt. Next thing, you have pulled my deal away and have plunged your cock inside me. You pull me into stance and then you fuck me ... all the mildness of touching from before gone now .