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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The small red light above the floor flashed three times, the signal to enter. She stood, straightened her skirt and opened the door. The room was reasonably non-descript, beige walls, grey carpet a typical office. The windows had blue vertical blinds drawn to block out the late summer sun, giving the room a chill atmosphere even though the atmosphere was quite balmy. The desk in the centre of the room was incongruous it looked antique, solid polished wood with built in drawers displaying hinged brass drop handles.
Sat at the desk was the reason she was here.
“Hello” he said and pointed a small basic chair on the opposite side of the desk, “Take a seat.” He wasn’t a classically handsome man but a spark in his eyes that betrayed humour and a passion. He was wearing a well cut suit that showed his slim hips and wide shoulders off to their very best. She was impressed.
Sitting as instructed, she placed her hands on her lap and waited further instruction.
“We both know why you’re here. It seems you’ve been misbehaving and it’s my job to administer the punishment” he said without any emotion. “Is this your first offence?” She nodded just once in reply. “Good, then let’s begin” He sat back in the plush upholstered chair and steepled his fingers in front of him. “Take off your blouse”
She wasn’t sure she had heard this correctly,
“Did you say take off my blouse?”
“Yes and don’t answer back just do as you’re told or things will be much worse for you” he answered with just a hint of venom in his voice. A little scared she stood and removed her blouse to reveal her lace trimmed bra holding in her large but shapely breasts. “Good, now remove your skirt” Reaching behind her she un-fastened the button and slid the zip down and let it fall at her feet before stepping out of it. He looked at her trim figure. “Good, I like stockings” he said.
Leaning back in his chair, he crossed his legs and then spoke again,
“Take off your bra,” she unclipped the fasteners and slipped each arm out before letting the cups drop. The warm weather didn’t seem to be affecting her nipples as they stood firm. She hadn’t realised that she was so excited by being told what to do, now she concentrated on it she could tell she was feeling the tell moisture and inner warmth to show she was aroused. “Turn around” the next command came. “Lean forward and open your legs slightly” using the chair arms she obeyed silently.
There was a pause and she heard a sound behind her but couldn’t place what it was.
“Rub your pussy over your panties.” Her hand slid between her slender thighs and her fingers teased her own lips and clitoris through the damp fabric. She stifled a moan of pleasure.
“Good, now pull your knickers down, slowly” she grabbed the thin material at her hips and wiggled to get them over her round buttocks, she could feel them peel away from between her legs and expose her swollen ruby lips to the man in the chair. She once more dropped these and stepped out of them with a flick of her foot.
“Rub yourself again, I want you to make yourself wet” biting her lower lip to maintain the silence her fingers once more probed the gentle folds and ridges of her vagina, silky with her own juices. She felt the inner heat building and knew if this continued she’d climax. To be continued
Yet another wasted message, perhaps I should just send cock pics like everyone else.  |
