You hired me for our publishing firm not just for my abilities in the workplace but also for my curves. It's a pleasure coming to work to see me there each day sweet smile on my face, breasts straining against my tight white blouse, my pert little arse driving you wild as i walk away. The more we get to know each other, the more often we work away together, the more you understand me and what i want, i want excitement, and from the enchanting way i flirt it's sexual excitement and release i desire. You've asked me to stay behind tonight in order to help prepare for the morning... |
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A stack of papers drops onto the desk in front of me making me look up from my watch.
"You got somewhere better to be? " you ask, hands on your hips waiting for a response.
"I er it's just...".
"Carly you knew the job when you took it didn't you?".
"Yes sir".
"You knew the hours, don't you like working here? because if you don't I could always find someone else. Those files need to be photocopied now". i feel your eyes all over me as i elegantly walk across the office to the photocopier. my heels clip-cloping across the laminate floor, i place the first file on the scanner and it begins to whir, i remove the sheet and sigh as i realise it's not copied properly.
"Carly" your whisper in my ear makes me jump. How had he snuck up behind me? Why are you so close that i can feel your hot breath on the back of my neck?
"Do it again" you say firmly, i reposition the paper, hands trembling with the pressure of your presence looming over me, the copier spits it out again missing half the page.
"NO!" You shout as your fist slams down next to me. You step even closer to me and i feel your crotch rubbing up against me. You softly stroke my hair.
"what am I going to do with you?" you whisper. Suddenly your stroking hand clenches into a fistful of my hair. You bend me over, face pressed against the glass of the copier, still warm. Your other hand lifts my skirt up over my arse. I struggle helplessly, in a flash you grab a handful of my tights and rip a huge hole exposing the arse you've longed for, you pause to admire...leaving me wonder what's happening ...... WHACK the palm of your hand sends a sting across my bare arse.... |
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As the humiliation spreads across my face...im an adult woman being disciplined by my big strong boss...what if anyone saw me, the shame of this subservient role. I gasp "sorry sir" as your big hand slaps against my pert bottom, a huge red hand print already visible. You explain that bad behaviour will be punished properly from now on, that you've had a word with the other partners in the firm and it's time one of us took a strong hand with me. I nod that i understand and move to pull up my torn skirt, you grip it firmly in your hand and i drop it...i willingly slide my tights below my ankles without being told and understand that tonight any 'work' will be at your pleasure, i will dress for your enjoyment...as i unbutton my blouse and drop to my knees...unaware of the time or anyone else...all thoughts are on my duties to you... |
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