Category : Adult

Sub Category : Erotic

I know I shouldn't be here right now, fingers buried between my sweet pussy folds, my eyes trained upon the video playing across my computer screen. I know I should be working hard on the latest job you had given me and not masturbating, but when I get that tingling feeling in my pussy I can't concentrate on anything else until it is appeased. You would not be happy, I'm supposed to be saving myself for you, building up the desire and waiting till we next fuck, so  you can fulfil my need.
I've managed it for two days so far, but I was more than a little bit pissed off yesterday when you came by the office after a late meeting and went straight to your office and started to work! Ignoring me, So today I have changed into my schoolgirl uniform, ready for you coming back to the office to work late so you'll not be able to resist giving me some relief!
As noone but us will be there.
The only problem being that the swish of my hair as I move, the constriction of my tight white top squeezing my boobs and sweeping over my nipples has gotten me so hot that my mind is filled with lust and you are late getting back to the office, So here I am, watching a naughty lady being spanked with a ruler over the teachers desk, her skirt flicked up, her panties around her knees, her bottom already ruddy pink from her punishment and the close up shots showing the juices already slick on her inner thighs.
My thighs are just as slick, if not slicker in fact, I can feel an orgasm just a quick finger stroke away, when suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder, making me jump and yelp, 
"And what do you think you're doing?" You are standing directly behind me, you spin the black office chair round so I am facing you the file still playing on the computer screen behind me. 
"Erm, Research?" I smile at you cheekily, my cheeks red with the thrill and embarrassment of being caught.
"I think you were masturbating! Were you?" Your fingers tap out a rhythm on the back of my chair, and I know you are annoyed at me for not doing as we arranged,
"No, no, no, no. I wasn't masturbating, I was just researching new ideas in office uniform, Sir."I drop my gaze to the floor, where my toe dances nervously in a figure of eight, the hold ups slipped down to mid calf. 
"Stand up!" You bark and I respond without thought, knowing not to mess with you any further.
"Bend over!" You turn me round to face the computer screen then press down on the small of my back till I bend over, resting my hands on the edge of the desk, Just in front of the keyboard.  With one easy motion you flick up my skirt and tut loudly,
"Still not wearing knickers! Slut. I see I shall have to buy you some, or you'll always be walking around bare arsed under your shorter than regulation skirt!" Silence falls and I hold my breath, letting it out in a long drawn out moan as your finger slides down the centre of my moist crack,
"Liar!" You roar and bring your hand down on my buttock hard, once, twice and again in quick succession making me yelp and flinch.
"You are such a slut, you couldn't even wait two days for your carnal pleasures can you, slut." You emphasise the word slut, with a hard slap across my tingling butt flesh, making my pussy ooze yet more of it's juices down my already sticky thighs. Rolling my eyes I can look up to the action carrying on, on screen, the clip has returned to the beginning and the teacher has just pulled down the young porn star's panties and has raised the ruler into the air, ready to drop it onto her fat, juicy buttocks. 
"Now, that is a good idea!" You chuckle and then rummage in the desk drawer beside me, I grip the cool, smooth edge tighter as I realise what is to come.  The snap of the hard stiff wooden ruler on my backside is like nothing I have ever felt before, the intense stripe of pain makes me squeal and the second, laid almost on top of the first, makes me yell out my discomfort.
"Maybe this will make you behave." Your voice is determined in tone and I feel another hard thwap of wood against flesh.
"I'm sorry Sir!" I yell out, tears now in my eyes, this new experience of real, harsh pain, tempting me to beg you to stop. "I'll be a good girl, I'll be your good girl, Please, Sir, no more!"
Another whish and a harder slap lands roughly on my sore, reddened skin and I realise now why the woman in the clip cries out so much, this bloody hurts! However I am still aware of how wet and aroused I am, the delicious contrast of pain in my backside and sweet pleasure in my pussy the only thing stopping me from giving in right now, and putting a stop to this little game.
Gently, your large hand smoothes over one buttock and then the other, the contact at once calming and jarring, making me both painfully aware of the stripes and your deep and soulful caresses
You slide your hands across my buttocks feeling the heat from where you smacked me with tne ruler, you slide your hand further down teasing my clit with your fingers.
You slide yours fingers in and out of my pussy feeling how wet I am and sending thrills of passion through my body at the same time. I moan disappointedly as your fingers leave me, then gasp in delight as your  hard cock slips into my warm wet pussy,  I use my hands on the desk to balance on as you hammer into me, making my cunt drip.
"Right, stand up slut!" I turn around and face you, my head lowered, my hair drooping in front of my damp eyes.
"I do believe that is enough punishment for now slut, and now I think it's time you prove to me just how very sorry you really are." 
You sit down on the swivel chair, and with a sweep of your hand gestures underneath the desk. Without further instruction I bend to my knees and crawl painfully into the knee cavity beneath the heavy desk, then ponderously swing around so my face is just about in your crotch. Your cock is hard and straining, and my heart thumps with pride, knowing that it is my body that has turned you on to this extent. 
Your hand fishes around under the desk and slips round the back of my head, pushing me down to your crotch, and then retreating. I take the initiative and extend my tongue to bathe you from base to tip and down again, tasting my sweet musky juices on you, feeling the thick, slick liquid coat my tongue and slip down my throat. I wiggle back onto my heels, trying to spread my weight so my buttocks don't rub too painfully against my heels, but however I move I can still feel the sharp ache of the ruler marks on my bum. 
I hear you clicking upon the mouse, and wonder what your doing, then I hear a new clip starting, the whipping, thudding noise of the ruler has been replaced by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the female squeaks of sore buttocks enduring a long hard fucking. 
These impassioned moans, remind me of my mission, and I set to kissing your large balls, gently sucking the soft skin between my lips as I run one hand softly up and down your cock after a few moments I swap to sucking your long, tasty cock in between my plump lips, my fingers gently massaging your tightening balls and I am rewarded by hearing you muffle a moan. 
I continue bouncing my lips up and down and inch my fingers down between my thighs,
"Ah, ah!" I hear you say from above the desk and over the yelping of the porn actress, "No pleasure for you, slut!" 
I move my hands back up to your inner thighs, stroking and teasing them and renew my vigorous sucking of your cock, I adore this; the taste of you in my mouth, the feel of your strong warm flesh undulating and twitching in reaction to the ministrations of my lips and tongue. I feel so powerful in this position of humility, I control you as much (If not more) than you control me, as I hold the power of your orgasm in my mouth. 
Up and down, the rhythm intensifying, your hand reaching down and pushing me onto your cock, right down till my nose is nestled in your lap as your cock explodes and I feel you pumping your cum down the back of my throat, the next spurt spilling over my lips as your hand loosens its grip and I move up for air. I feel your warm cum dribbling down over my lips and dripping down into the deep "v" of my cleavage.
You push yourself back from the desk and I crawl out and up into your lap, eager to feel your arms around me. 
"Your are my sweet slut." You whisper into my ear as I snuggle in the warmth of your embrace, my head resting on your shoulders "and if you're a good girl tomorrow, I'll let you have the release you crave for."
I smile up to you and lay a sweet, light kiss upon your lips.
"I'll be a good girl for you, Sir. I love you." 
I cannot wait to see what tomorrow brings!