Note- This is pure fiction. What? You didn't think it was true did you?
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In recent months the celebrated English actress Emma Watson had dedicated her free time to researching advanced female sexual satisfaction and the pursuit of the orgasm. Inspired by conversations with Gloria Steinem the twenty eight year old had become seriously interested in the cause and had experimented with some exceptional results. She had been seduced and fucked by a complete stranger, in public no less. She had been the seducer and adopted a dominant role over men. Intrigued by spanking and corporal punishment Emma had given herself up to the cane and birch and light bondage.
"Time for some role play I think."
Emma had busied herself watching various cosplay and role play on the sex hubs on the internet and fancied a scenario where she would act out a role and be seduced, and fucked naturally, by a man she did not know. It was on a free Monday that she booked an office on the top floor of the building in London owned by her movie company, Disney Productions. She had hired a male escort from one of the more reliable sources and informed him where to meet her. Unaware of his name or what he looked like it would be a totally spontaneous and unscripted meeting which she hoped would culminate in some hot sex. Emma went online and did some shopping for an outfit suitable for the role.
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At six in the evening when most of the office workers had left Emma opened the door to a spacious office with a desk and chairs and a large window with a panoramic view of the city as evening drew in. Alone for now she fussed over her secretarial costume and fidgeted with excitement. Her five feet five frame had been given extra height in her black pumps with the four inch rise. The shiny shoes had an almond toe and cute laces at the back of the ankle. Her light brown hair was up and she had a pair of retro plain eyeglasses that sat on the bridge of her cute nose.
"Oh, come in, it's unlocked."
Emma reacted to a knock on the door and smoothed out her scrunched mini skirt over her sheer stockings. She pulled on her white blouse with the low cowl neck and halter back and stood with pen and clipboard in her hand. This outfit she hoped gave off a provocative look designed to create a nice distraction for fellow male workers from the humdrum working day.
"Miss Watson, I presume?"
"Yes, Mister?"
"Doe, John Doe."
Emma was highly impressed by the strapping six footer with the five o'clock shadow and slicked back dark hair. His two button grey suit was immaculate and his black shoes were like mirrors. He spoke in an American accent which came as a pleasant surprise as he had been hired from an English agency.
"I understand you wish to draft a letter to the CEO about the latest proposals."
Emma got into her improvised role and waited for a likewise response. She was not disappointed. John moved his neck out and loosened his striped necktie as he approached the desk. He scrutinised the slender woman in front of him and sneered.
"Oh? You're telling ME my job? Let's establish some ground rules."
He made sure to tower over the petite and slim woman in order to intimidate. This was going well she thought as a thrill went through her.
"What rules?" Emma answered in an educated accent.
He lifted her chin and leaned in close. He smelled divine as her nostrils flared and her cheeks reddened. His stubble appeared a light brown than his full head of hair.
"Like who is the boss, and who is the employee."
His deep brown eyes burned into hers as he grabbed her clipboard and tossed it aside. Straight backed he circled her like some predator as he continued.
"I am a highly paid director of a reputable American company who just happens to be stuck in London with lousy English football, lousy English food, and lousy incompetent English secretaries. Do you know what I do to brand new secretaries? I give them a good spanking."
"Oh really, well I don't..."
Emma was taken by surprise as she was unceremoniously spun around to face the hardwood desk and bent forwards at the waist. She placed her hands face down as the tall hunk smothered them with his left hand and trapped them.
"Hey now!" Protested the startled Emma.
"Who is your boss?" He said in a demanding tone directly into her ear.
"You are." She answered, trapped between the desk and his quite solid frame.
"Again." He hissed.
His right hand took hold of the hem of her short skirt and lifted it up slowly over her pert bottom. Emma yelped as he struck her twice on each cheek with the flat of his right hand.
"OW! You are the boss."
"Grab the far side of the desk." He ordered.
As she did so he rained smacks down on her bared ass with two hard strikes dead centre on her bum. Her flesh burned but he had not been overly harsh and for that she was grateful.
"Can I rely on you, Miss Watson? Hmm?"
"Yeah...yes, Mister Doe."
Emma closed her knees and rubbed her thighs together as she began to get aroused. Doe smoothed his palm over her soft butt and moved inwards to the desirable gap between her upper thighs. He pulled up on her crisp new white panties so that her Mons pubis made an enticing bulge through the material. A visible moisture dappled the fabric as she inhaled deeply.
"You appear to be somewhat wet down here, Miss Watson. Very naughty of you I must say. We only just met. However let me just have a quick taste."
Emma remained still and bit her lower lip as her panties were moved to one side and his hot breath made contact with her trim pussy. Her glasses slipped down her nose and a few loose strands of hair fell across her groomed brows as he kissed her muff. Her heart raced as he made little trails in a circle around her mound before leaving her dangling with anticipation.
"Stand up."
Emma did so and watched in silence as the stranger shed his jacket and removed his tie.
"Hold out your hands."
Excited and intrigued she put her hands together as if in prayer and looked at John as he wound the tie around her wrists. Then he frogmarched her to the window and made her look out, raising her arms up so that they rested on the glass above her head.
