My stockings are thigh high. Old school with the seam in the back. For panties, he has requested white nylon. Not lace. Not silk.
A skirt -- knee length and conservative and a silk white blouse with a white nylon bra. Black heels. Nothing too provocative.
My hair up and my make-up modest. A professional look that says business.
A long overcoat -- open to show my conservative attire.
This is his request -- actually a demand -- when I visit his place of business this day. I visit him regularly under the guise that I am a legal assistant there to notarize signatures on paperwork.
When I get to his office and the door is closed, the overcoat and skirt are to be removed immediately. The blouse unbuttoned but not removed and the panties and stockings straightened and smoothed out before I take the position on my knees.
He looks at the mirror - not at me. Watches as a voyeur would. His pleasure more from what he sees than what he feels. At least right up until the last.
When the time -- and he -- comes, he looks down to watch as I puff out my cheeks and let him fill them. No swallowing. Not yet.
He removes himself and a small amount of his semen comes with him. It has taken some work, but I have learned how to make it drop between my breasts and into my bra. A smile. He likes that.
An open mouth to show him his seed, and then a single swallow as I looked into his eyes.
For most men, this would be enough. A fantasy fulfilled and then off to do business. This man is not like that. Still work to be done -- and this part will be where I earn my money.
I take my place on his desk -- bent over -- offered for the mount. He plays first. Squeezing the cheeks. Pulling the panties up tight into my mons, then back down to just below the orbs of my ass. Pinching the lips together, then spreading me for his admiration.
A thumb gently then not so gently exploring the entry to my anus. Finally, a bit of lubricant from a tube in his pocket, and a long sharp poke as the thumb is replaced with something more substantial.
