After spending the night at my boss' house and leaving at the same time as him, there was little chance of me being late today and I was beginning to learn that deliberate disobedience earned me a little more punishment than I wanted. And so Wednesday passed with no notable incident, other than you reminding me at hometime that I was to write another story about my fantasies.
On Thursday, I arrived on time, bringing my latest story with me. When I checked my diary, I noticed that you had booked a meeting with me at lunchtime. I began to grow damp, anticipating what you might have planned.
At 12.30, I knock on your office door and enter when told, closing and locking the door behind me. As usual, you are sitting behind your desk. "Well done for being on time today," you say, "I think good behaviour deserves a reward, don't you?" I only smile in reply.
"Undress for me," you continue. As you sit and watch, I carefully remove each item of clothing until I am standing before you naked. You leave me standing still for a few moments as you admire my body and observe my discomfort with exposing myself to your scrutiny in this way. I am aware of the sounds outside your office that indicate that not all of my colleagues have gone out for lunch today.
You order me to sit on an armchair in the corner of your office and to place one leg over each arm of the chair. I obey, but am embarrassed by the way that this position spreads my legs apart, giving you a clear view of both my holes and the wetness that is gathering around my pussy. "Push your finger into your pussy," you order. "Feel how wet you are. You're wet because you're exposing yourself to me." I blush, realising that this is true. "Now lick your finger clean. Taste how wet you are." I put my finger into my mouth, sucking on it as if it were your cock, desperate to please you. I still can't work out why I am so aroused by you treating me this way.
"Now, rub your clit for me," you order. I begin to gently rub my clit, pausing occasionally to drag some of my wetness upwards. My eyes close, but you order me to keep them open and to keep looking at you. This makes my humiliation far worse. Not only am I sitting naked in your office, legs spread wide, and playing with myself, desperately trying not to make any sound, but I can see you watching me. Despite this, my arousal builds and my strokes become harder and faster as I begin to approach orgasm. "Do not cum," you tell me. "Bring yourself right to the edge and then stop." I whimper, but obey, continuing to rub my clit until I am about to cum and then stopping reluctantly and moving my hand away.
"Good girl," you say. "Now come here." You swivel in your chair and point to a spot on the floor between your legs. Self-consciously, I walk around your desk and stand in front of you. Your hands reach upwards to my breasts first, groping them and pinching my nipples. Then they make their way down my body and I feel you push first one and then two fingers inside my pussy, carefully avoiding any contact with my needy clit. Your fingers pump into me, making me moan, until I remember the need to be quiet and avoid drawing any attention to the unusual agenda for our meeting.
You remove your fingers and order me to kneel. Then you push your wet fingers against my mouth, ordering me to lick them clean. I can see you smiling as you watch my mouth. Then you undo your trousers and pull your cock out. Involuntarily, I lick my lips. You order me to make you cum. I grasp the base of your cock in one hand and begin gently licking the tip, tasting your pre-cum. Then I lick the underside of your cock from base to tip, moving downwards again to run my tongue between your balls. Returning to the tip, I take it into my mouth and begin swirling my tongue around it before finally closing my mouth around the tip, squeezing gently with my lips as I begin to move up and down, matching the movement of my mouth with my hand. I take as much of your cock as I comfortably can into my mouth, using my hand to cover the part that I can't yet fit in. My movements become faster and it is not long before I feel you stiffen and then spurt your cum into my mouth. I swallow and then gently lick your cock clean.
When I look up, you are smiling. "Good girl," you say. "Now get dressed and go and have your lunch." You see the disappointment cross my face as I realise that you do not intend to make or let me cum. But I know better than to question you. "Come back to my office at 2.00."
All through my lunch and as I return to my desk, I am distracted, feeling the remaining wetness between my legs. I consider going to the bathroom to bring myself to orgasm, but I have a feeling that you would find out somehow. Although I know I might enjoy the punishment for such an infraction, I find that I do not want to disappoint you.
At 2.00, I return to your office, as instructed. You order me to remove just my knickers and to pull up my skirt to my waist, then to return to my earlier position in the chair. After spending a moment admiring the sight of my pale thighs above the black stockings, you tell me to play with myself again, but to stop before I cum. Still aroused from earlier, it does not take long before I feel myself on the edge of an orgasm as I rub my finger over my clit. I pause, considering whether to continue and make myself cum, but then move my hand away. I see you smile and then you order me to put my knickers back on and return to work, telling me to come back to see you at 3.00.
Back at my desk, I squeeze my thighs together, feeling the gentle pressure make my clit tingle with need. I hope that none of my colleagues notice the flush that I imagine must be covering my face and neck or the way that I am distracted and keep biting my lip. My toes wriggle, trying to relieve some of the pent up frustration.
