I 'm prepared for this. I really am. I 've been working on the presentation for a workweek. I know this stuff inside and out.

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

Even after my interior pep talk I can feel my palms are sweaty. I wipe them quickly on my pencil skirt, straighten out the buttons of my blouse, and smooth back my hairsbreadth, which is pulled into a high-tight ponytail.

I take one last calming breath and knock. His voice carries through the doorway as he tells me to `` come up in ''.

I 've been working here for six months and I still find knocked off my bounder every fourth dimension I face him. He is ... acute. That one word describes his physique and bearing. I find him intimidating and compelling but I 'm trying to press that all aside so I can focus on this presentation.

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

I sit in the president that he indicated and open my own computer. My fingerbreadth do n't desire to cooperate. I fumble the keys while typing in my password. I keep my eyes down so I 'm not looking at him and start talking.

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

He asks a few well-fixed head. I 've prepared and I provide hurt solution quickly. After the final sliding board I pause and feel a smiling twist up the recession of my lips. I did it.

We sit silently for a few seconds. His eyes are piercing. The silence lasts a second recollective than is comfy before he breaks it with a concluding question.

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

He 's watching me, motionless like a piranha, waiting for my reply. I do n't guess. I just oppose and say the initiative thing to comes to my creative thinker. He sighs and fell his hands. His gaze has turned from assessing to stern.

Caught ! That was a stupid idea and we both know it.

He stands slowly. Coming around to my side of his desk. He crosses his stiff pegleg and leans against his desk. He 's now close sufficiency for me to smack him and feel the heat energy of his body. I edge my backside back in the chairman, just a little, to get some space.

He asks me how I feel about the solution that I gave him and I have to let in 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 physical structure relax. That 's the bit he grabs my ponytail. Hard. When I least expect it.

He yanks me out of the chairman and I fall onto my knees which rub painfully on the carpet. I hear his belt opening with a clink and the sound of his zip fastener pulling down.

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

I try to nod but the hairgrip he has on my hair tightens. `` Open your dumb mouth. I 'm going to jostle that stupid back down your throat. You are going to swallow it along with my cum and never let it come back up again. ``

I 'm fixed with electric shock but I can palpate the head of his stopcock push up against my closed lips. When I do n't travel quickly he yanks my whisker hard again and growls `` Open. '' My lips character instinctively. I feel him push in, taste him salty on my spit and feel my jaw scratch line to stretch to accommodate how dense he is.

He 's pumping in and out of my lip now. Holding my ponytail to keep me still. Then I feel him get-up-and-go deeper and hit the tight spot at the backrest of my pharynx. I instinctively try to force away. He 's too big. That will bruise. He growls again `` afford your throat for me. I 'm fucking the unintelligent out of you. You need this. ``

How did I get here ? He pushes in deep again and this sentence he does n't break off when I struggle. He holds my hair's-breadth tight at the spinal column of my school principal and energy me down onto his peter until we both feel him slue 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 lieu for a few endorsement before he groans and pulls out. His dick is soaked from my taradiddle and it slaps me wetly in the face as he takes it out of my mouth.

'' Are you a good girl or a loose woman ? Do you want this to discontinue ? '' I almost lack his question because I 'm staring at his prick. I swallow and feel how rough my pharynx is from being used like this. `` Answer me. ``

I whisper `` I 'm a slut ''. He pretends not to discover and pulls my head back harder and I feel it all let go. `` I 'm a strumpet ! '' I say clear and loud. Even more confident now than when I was presenting. `` I 'm a loose woman and I want your cock again, please. Please put it back in my oral fissure ''.

'' Good little jade. '' he says and he holds his cock just out of orbit of my greedy mouth. Gripping my hair so I have to shin with him to latch back on. When he slides inside I suck and lick and swallow with exuberance. I have a undivided goal. I need his cum.

He lets me think that I have control for a few minute of arc. The strait of my soppy, slutty sucking filling his repose spot before he takes control again.

When he 's had enough of my desperation he tightens his suitcase and pushes back in trench. My nose is pressed hard against his pelvis before he starts pumping in short strokes. My jaw is starting to languish when I hear him groan and his cum is filling me. He holds us like that for a second before pulling out to watch his cum dribbling down my chin.

He gazes down at me before he lets go of my hair and tuck himself away. `` Clean yourself up and do n't let this ever encounter again. '' He says calmly as he exits the office.

Still kneeling on the floor, I dig through my bag to recover a crumpled Kleenex. I wipe the cum and tears off my face. Lick my fingertips and try to use them to wipe away the mascara tracks 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 index number on my browser light up. I have an e-mail. I click over to my letter box and see his name and a single Christian Bible subjugate line. `` Proof ''

I slide the pointer over slowly. Hesitating to click. When I finally do the email shows one parentage and an attachment.

'' I 'll always have this as proof that you are the part jade. '' Under the parentage is an embedded video.

I click and watch the young woman in the video. Hear the dire sounds she 's making. See her gagging for more. My whole consistence feeling flushed and my pussy is wet. When the video ends I click to make for it again.

'' I 'm a jade. '' I whisper it along with the missy 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 adjacent week. I need to be better prepared this time .