My high heels go clickety-clack on the marble floor, disturbing the hushed silence of the company's soaring atrium-like foyer. I can all but feel the security guard's gaze hungrily following me as I walk confidently toward the reception desk. I'm not surprised. I'm wearing the outfit I was told to wear: a grey knee length business skirt taut over my bottom and showing anyone interested the outline of my panties underneath, with my legs in sheer seamed black nylons and shiny black high heels. I smile to myself. I love it when men want me. I like feeling like a whore. I guess that's what I am.
"I'm here to see Mr. Hamilton," I say to the young receptionist, smiling at her.
"Do you mean Mr. David Hamilton, the CEO?" she says, her eyes suddenly wide with awe.
"Yes. Mr. David Hamilton, the CEO. Please tell him its Mrs. Susan Harris from Dombey, Rudge and Sykes. He's expecting me."
I glance at my gold Rolex watch. I'm right on time.
"Certainly Mrs. Harris. I'll call him now."
As she calls him I gaze nonchalantly around me. I look the perfect professional in my crisp white blouse, my designer jacket matching my skirt, the understated classic pearls at my neck and ears, my Louis Vuitton handbag and Italian leather attaché case. My neatly styled dark hair just below my ears and my framed spectacles complete the professional look. But as always no one suspects what I'm really here for.
Minutes later I'm twenty floors up in the multinational's headquarters high above the City of London.
"Mrs. Harris. So kind of you to take the time to visit me." David Hamilton greets me with a welcoming smile and reaches out to shake my hand as his secretary shows me into his huge office.
He looks every bit the high-flying CEO. Mid forties, just a little older than me. A tanned face with eyes that radiate confidence, the streak of grey in his dark hair hinting at experience. A subdued but obviously expensive pin stripe suit, a boldly blue and white striped shirt with an old school tie. We chat as his secretary brings us coffee, but we're busy people with a lot of business to attend to. The door of David Hamilton's office closes securely behind us. Now we're down to business. I stroll to the window. The view over the City of London far below is spectacular.
"What a magnificent view!" I say.
As I speak I bend over, leaning my hands on the windowsill with my skirt-clad bottom toward him. I spread my legs as far as my tight business skirt lets me. I rock on my shiny black high heels to wiggle my bottom sensuously at him and over my shoulder I give him my most mischievous smile.
"That's a magnificent view too, " he says. He puts his hand on my bottom.
I feel his hand on the cheeks of my bottom and my spread thighs, exploring my curves. His fingers find the outline of my underwear through the thin taut cloth of my skirt and follow the hems of my panties across the cheeks of my bottom.
"Did you put on the outfit I asked for?" He says.
"Take a look for yourself."
He smoothly lifts my skirt up my thighs and over my bottom. I'm in the silky black panties with little red bows at the hips he asked for. The thong gusset is just a thin strap nestling in the valley between my cheeks. He fondles my cheeks and runs his fingertips slowly down the thong strap. I spread my legs wide for his exploring hand. His hand brushes my so sensitive inside thigh tops. His fingertips play with my vagina lips through the thin satin. I gasp with the sudden sexual pleasure, and I rub my pussy against his exploring hand. His roaming hands stroke my naked thighs above the lacy tops of my stockings and play with the black satin straps of my suspenders. I could take any amount of his hand between my legs but we've got business to attend to and he's a busy man. I stand and turn.
"That game you wanted to play ..." I remind him. He grins.
I walk to the black leather executive swivel chair behind his big mahogany topped desk. I sit in it. Now I'm the executive and he's a mere minion. I arch my back so my breasts bulge against my thin white blouse. I undo a blouse button so he can see my bra. Its black with a little red bow between my breasts, matching my panties. I cross my legs, letting my skirt ride high up my nylon clad thighs above my stocking tops. I spread my legs just far enough to treat him to a glimpse of my panties. His lustful eyes explore me and enjoy me.
"You dirty pervert," I say. "Are you enjoying looking up my skirt at my knickers?"
Sitting in his chair I spread my legs to show him a full frontal upskirt view. Now I'm the office whore showing my knickers to a man I want.
"Is this what you want to see?"
His hand starts on my knee and slides smoothly up my stocking clad thigh. I spread my legs wide for his exploring hand. He plays with my stocking tops, caresses my naked thigh above my stockings, lightly strokes the bulge of my panties over my mound, follows the line of my vagina slit through the thin taut satin, then his hand slips down inside my panties. His fingers ruffle my cunt hair then stroke my vagina slit.
"Mmmmm ...!" I purr, and I nuzzle my pussy against his hand.
Now it's his turn. Standing just in front of me he unzips his trousers. I see thin white cotton bulging over the ridge of his erect penis. He pulls down the front of his underwear. His penis springs out fully erect, eight inches of hard hungry muscle bending up in front of him from his thick bush of dark pubic hair to its big round purple head. He thrusts his hips forward toward me. His massive erect penis swings stiffly right in front of me.
"This is what you whores think about all day isn't it?" He snarls. "One of these up you pumping you hard! Spread your legs for me you slut. Let's see what's inside your knickers."
"How dare you!" I say, pretending outrage. "Coming into my office like that and exposing your cock to me!" He grins.
I reach out and feel his penis. It's iron bar stiff with his lust for me. He grunts as I slide my hand smoothly down its taut length till my fingers ruffle his pubic hair and lightly caress his big hairy scrotum. I slide my hand right under him between his spread legs. I pull his underwear down below his penis and balls so his huge erection pokes out above them nearly as far as his belly button. I gasp with pretended shock at the sight of the tiny panties he's wearing.
"You're wearing women's panties!" They're white cotton with pink embroidered hems. "You pervert! You're in your wife's used knickers aren't you!"
He grins sheepishly and swings his cock at me again.
"You naughty boy! I should have you dismissed. But instead I'll punish you. Take your trousers off and bend over my desk to have your bottom smacked, you dirty pervert!"
