2 posts tagged “office”
On rainy days, my job confines me indoors. Though I had much to catch up on the computer, my mind wandered. So when Sylvanus told me he was heading into a meeting, I told him I should text him to make his phone vibrate. I never got to finish the dirty little story I was texting him, but it did inspire this:
It’s my first meeting ever, since being hired at your place of work. I couldn’t help but smile as I took my place at the conference table next to you. Our boss began to talk of projects and dates and slowly my mind wandered and so did my hand.
Sitting to your right, my left hand found place underneath the table on your thigh. At first I just place it there, paying attention to the boss, but I hear you take in a sharp breath. I grin and my high heeled foot finds your right leg. Slowly, I run my foot up and down your calf. I’m sure I am making a mess of your slacks.
My left hand starts to mimic my foot. I run my fingertips gently over your thigh. Absently, my fingers curl and dig and scratch the muscle through the fabric. Still the boss goes on and on … but I can’t keep up with what he is saying.
My fingers trace your inner thigh, I feel your calf muscle go tight under your foot. I seem to be distracting you. Good.
I trace slow circles along your inner thigh, teasing you, running my fingers all the way up your pants, stopping before the place where I know your balls lay. I can feel the heat of you. I bite my lower lip and move my hand to your balls. I cup them as best I can through the fabric. Cradling them in my fingertips. I hear you gasp softly, shift in your seat, and tense your muscles.
I can feel your cock twitch, this makes me moan under my breath, only you can hear it. This excites you. You know this moan. Your cock twitches again. You shift once more, trying to ease the discomfort of your growing lust. The heat increases in your pants. My hand can’t resist.
I grab your cock, feel it’s hardness through the fabric. You breathe in deeply. I squeeze your hardness. I run my fingers along your shaft. I find the head and massage you. I try to stroke you right there, but I can’t. I hold you hard in my grasp. The heat and hardness of you makes my cunt ache. As my thumb glides over the head, I can feel a slight wetness forming on your cockhead… you are dripping precum for me… you know how much I have to taste this.
I glance at you briefly, in my eyes you see the need. You shift once more in your chair, cough loudly and in one movement unzip your slacks.
Still the meeting goes on and still I have no idea what is going on.
My hand gently resumes it’s position at your crotch. Your cock head pushes at the opening of the zipper, your boxers barely containing your erection. I dip my fingers into your pants, past the zipper, through your boxers and find your cock. I get lost in the feel of it’s hard softness. My fingers caress it gently, until I find my prize. Many drops of precum. I take it to my fingertip.
I glance down at it’s beauty. I ache to wrap my mouth around your cock.. to suck the precum out of it’s source. Quickly I bring my finger to my mouth and take the precum off. I savor it. I smile. I want more.
You tuck yourself away quickly. I am suddenly aware of the noise around me. Seems like the meeting is over. Together we stand, your files held low in front of you. I smile as our boss approaches us.
“I hope your first meeting with us was painless and not boring.”
“Oh no, ” I grin. “It was not boring at all.”
The boss grins and leaves us in the conference room. We laugh and giggle and head towards our offices, eyeing the employee bathrooms longingly. There is a stall with our name on it for sure. But for now, your taste lingers deliciously on my tongue.
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The intercom on her phone buzzes.
“yes sir?” she clicks to answer.
“Come into my office please.” his voice sounds irritated. She knows she’s in trouble. She hesitates, but enters his office.
“Yes, sir?” She whispers, barely able to look at him.
“Miss Mina,” he begins. She cringes at the way he addresses her. “Miss Mina, you have been with us for a year now, but within the last few weeks, I have watched you come into work late on a regular basis and your lunch hours have gone on quite longer than an hour. Now, your work production has not been affected, however, this behavior can not be ignored.”
She looks at her feet. Her small feet in her black heels. She does not see his eyes. She does not see him watching her. His eyes move from her hair tightly held up in a bun at the top of her head. He looks at the way her glasses make her look sexy, his eyes graze her breasts inside the white buttoned down blouse. His eyes run her curves, down her black, knee length skirt, down her light black panty hose, to her shoes. His cock twitches and he jumps back to reality.
“I’m afraid we’ll have to let you go.”
“No no,” she begs him. “Please I need this job.” Her eyes well up. She looks at him. It changes him. “There must be something else?” she continues her plea. “Please…. Sir?”
Suddenly, he looks at her with new eyes. How could he have not seen it in her before?
“Yes, Miss Mina.. there is something we can do.”
Her body relaxes slightly. She feels a new excitement. She had been right about him all along.
“Stand at my desk. Palms down. Back to me.”
She does as she’s told. Places her hands down on the desk.
“Now lean forward… I want you bent over my desk. Keep those palms planted.”
She leans forward, holding her breath, she sticks her ass out a bit, arching her back. This causes her skirt to lift a bit. She wants him to notice the secrets she keeps.
He walks over to her, leans over and she can feel his breath on the back of her neck. He breaths her in deeply and moans with her scent. She shivers beneath him and closes her eyes. She gasps as his hand makes contact on her skin, just at the back of her right knee. His hand creeps up her stocking, crosses over to the inside of her right thigh and he pauses when her stockings break to reveal more skin. He chuckles a bit at the thigh highs. His cock grows erect when he continues and feels her garter belt.
“Aren’t we a sexy little office slut?” These were the first dominant words she had ever heard him speak to her. They made her melt. She arched her back even farther and spread her legs even wider.
“Yes Sir.” Her words came out in a moan.
His hand continued up to her cunt. He could feel her wetness dripping down already and realized it was because she wore no panties. He moaned loudly, running his fingers along her pussy lips, letting her feel that he was pleased with her.
“I never knew I had such a wonderfully, submissive slut right outside my door.”
He removed his hand and hiked up her skirt, admiring her from behind. She was clean, of course, no touch of hair anywhere. He spread her cheeks just a bit. Saw the wetness from her tight cunt. Saw her tight asshole. He would have all of this…maybe not all today, but one day.
“I’m going to punish you now Mina” he walks away to his umbrella stand.
“yes Sir.” she replies.
He pulls out a previously concealed switch and joins her once more. “Arch your back mina, real good, so it hurts and stay still.”
“yes sir”, she replies.
“Count them for me mina.”
“yes sir”
He let’s the first blow land, taking it easy at first.
“one” she can barely count through her adoration.
*swat* this one much harder.
“two”
*swat*
“three” Easy enough, she thinks.
*swat*
“four”
*swat*
“five” her back is hurting now.
The switch hits the small of her back. “ARCH mina ARCH”
She corrects herself.
“where were we on the count mina?”
“five Sir”
“AH yes!” *swat right on her backside once more* “Five”
*swat*
“six” she pants.
*SWAT* They grow harder now.
“se…. ven”
*SWAT* painful
“ei…gh….T” Her fingers dig into the wood.
*SWAT SWAT* the blows land across her fingers. He moves so fast she never saw it coming. She yelps in frustration. “Palms FLAT mina!”
“yes sir,” she pants.
“Where were we on the count?”
“eight Sir.”
“Yes” *swat* back to her backside. “Eight it is.”
*SWAT*
She yelps in pain, her ass colored in pinks and reds. “NINE”
*SWAT*
“ten” the words come out strained. She is moaning.
“Yes mina, ten swats of punishment. Do you feel better now?”
“Yes, sir”
He puts the switch back in place and approaches her heated cheeks. She hears him unzip and his pants fall to the floor. She dare not look back. She hears him stroking softly. His hand dips into her wetness and his stroking grows louder, now being well lubricated. His breathing becomes broken. He pants.
“I’m going to fuck that tight cunt of yours. Would you like that mina?”
“yes sir”
He moves in and rubs his cock head along her slit. His large hand trails along her back and up to her bare neck. His fingers wrap around her neck and apply pressure. He thrusts into her hard. She bites her lip and grunts. Her eyes shut tight. One hand holds her hip, the other grips her neck. She has never felt so used or dominated in her whole life. She has never been so happy.
Thrust after thrust he pounds into her, grunting in time with his motions. She takes him. It doesn’t take him long to pound the last final thrust into her. He growls from deep within his throat. She feels his cock explode within her. Slowly he lets go of his submissive possession. He backs away.
“It’s ok mina, we are done here.”
She straightens herself up, pulls her skirt down. His cum already runs down her thigh.
“I think you have learned your lesson mina?”
“yes Sir”
“If you do this again, you will be punished once more.
“yes sir”
“Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir,” She grins. “When I do this again I will be punished.”
She leaves his office, smiling as the lunch hour approaches.
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