I was sitting at my desk, tapping my pencil and waiting for the phone to ring. I was waiting for my instructions, seconds seeming to take forever. What would he say; could I really go through with it? The jarring ring of the phone brought me back to the here and now. I took a deep breathe and answered, only to hear a recorded message. I placed the phone back on the hook and resumed tapping my pencil and glancing at the clock.
A text message popped up before me on the computer -- What are you wearing? I nervously typed my response. I am wearing black high heels, stockings, white lace panties with a matching white lace bra, tan knee length skirt and zipper down the front black dress shirt.
I will be there in 10 minutes. Don't respond to this text. Be naked, except for the heels and be bent over the desk, face down, hands locked over your head. Oh, look in the right, top desk drawer and put the black scarf around your eyes.
I put the phone on transfer, closed my office door, my palms sweating at the thought of a colleague coming back early and not knocking first. I had a fleeting thought that I could shut the door, and drive home and pretend I never read the text. But the tingling in my breasts and the moistness between my legs made me quickly remove the rest of my clothes. I slide my shoes back on, and opened my desk drawer and pulled out the silk scarf. As I was tying it around my eyes, I heard the front door open and new it was him. I dove face first onto the desk, pushing paper and pens and my adding machine to the floor. I listened to the creaks, for the steps, the nerve endings in my body jumping with every second.
I heard my door knob turning, I can't do this, I feel so totally naked, totally exposed. The door opens, I hear him sigh and the door close, the lock turns, a breeze flows over my naked back and buttocks. I hear the traffic, the birds, people on the street.
He grabs my hands and I feel the handcuffs slide onto my wrists, I pull back slightly, he pulls me further forward, the edge of my desk pushing into my thighs, the coolness on my belly and breasts making my nipples harden. I feel the handcuffs lock and hear a click as they are now unmovable, and I am unmovable. I panic for a moment, his hand slides down my back as he moves around my desk. Good afternoon beautiful. Such a good girl, doing exactly what I texted you to do. His hands slide over my backside, down the back of my legs and the swiftly up between my legs, feeling the heat and moistness that is already there.
I think you are already enjoying this baby. His voice sounds different, breathy. Spread your legs further. I quickly obey. I feel something wet and cool being trickled over my back and ass. It runs down between my ass cheeks, I hear it dripping onto the chair mat under my desk. I feel his hands kneading my shoulders, his legs brushing mine and his legs are naked. I feel his cock brush my thigh. His hands slide further down massaging my spine, my ass. As he pulls on my ass cheeks the spread and I gasp with the sensations and the realization that he could be looking at me, completely. His fingers graze over my lips, becoming more slippery with every stroke, sliding over my now throbbing clit, spreading me further, over my ass.
