It's a warm June evening in London and you, Sophie, have been working late again. Your heart skips a beat as you think about what you're about to do. You're an extrovert and a former dancer, with a body that's made for pleasure. Your blonde hair falls seductively around your perky tits, and your shaved pussy is already wet with anticipation.
You've always had a thing for your boss, James. He's an artistic, dominant type with a witty personality and a handsome face. You know he's the kind of man who could give you what you need - a man who could take control and make you feel like a woman.
As you sit at your desk, you can't concentrate. The office is empty and quiet, except for the sound of your own breathing. You’ve never been here at night after hours and you feel naughty. A rule breaker. You stand up, your heart racing as you make your way to James' office. Slowly, you enter, feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins. The room is dimly lit, the only light coming from the city skyline outside.
You close the door behind you, your hands trembling slightly as you realize your fantasy is about to become a reality. You walk over to James' desk, your eyes taking in the familiar surroundings - the leather chair, the expensive artwork, and the sleek, wooden desk. You know this is where you want it to happen.
Without hesitating, you hike up your skirt, revealing your slender legs and thin g-string. You can feel your pussy lips swelling, your clit throbbing with anticipation. Then, you bend over the desk, feeling the cool wood against your hot skin. You pull down your g-string, baring your ass and shaved pussy to your boss.
You hear footsteps and your heart stops for a moment. James has entered the room and is standing behind you. You can sense his presence, his dominant energy filling the space. Without a word, you feel the first crack of his hand against your ass cheek. The smack resonates through your body and you let out a soft moan, part pleasure, part pain.
James begins to spank you harder, his large hand leaving red marks on your pale skin. You bite your lip to stop yourself from crying out, your pussy growing wetter with each strike. You feel so exposed, so vulnerable, but also incredibly powerful. You're giving yourself to him, offering your body for his pleasure and yours.
Between spanks, you hear James' harsh breathing. He's enjoying this as much as you are. He leans down, his hot breath on your neck as he whispers, "You've been a naughty girl, Sophie. You need to be punished." His words send a shock wave of desire through your body and you nod, eager to please and be pleased.
His hand moves lower, squeezing you bum cheeks. You wonder if he is going to fuck you this time or do as he promised. Tease you and make you wait. |
