0 comments/ 110269 views/ 2 favorites The Desk By: ssbg13 She sat at her desk. Little did she know that someone was beneath it, waiting for the right time. She was typing away, lost in her own thoughts. She had created a world only she could understand. A hand skimmed across her calf. A small yelp came from the back of her throat. She didn't have time to bend down and look under to see whose hand it was because two hands came out and grasped her hips. They held her in place while a mouth came close. Damn it! She thought. I shouldn't have worn a skirt today. Her mind was fleeting, she struggled to think of who it might be. But she couldn't put normal thoughts together. This skirt was just not going to work, she thought. I can't believe I wore this today, her mind screamed. A hand was on her thigh creeping ever so slowly towards the part that made her woman. She could feel her body heat up, her blood pulsing towards a spot that no one had touched in some time. She sat back, impulsively. But the hand didn't leave her. A tongue replaced the hand and started to lick the inside of her soft, creamy white thigh. She sighed. Looking around behind her, she saw no one in the now empty office. It was after hours. She couldn't take this kind of risk. But it felt so good. The tongue was licking its way higher, towards her. She slid forward a little in her seat. She could feel herself beginning to wet her panties. The tongue brushed over her, and she gasped. A hand came up to tear at them. She lifted off her seat so that they could be removed. She heard them fall to the floor. Sitting at the edge of her seat, she spread her legs a little. A chuckle could be heard from under her desk. She thought she recognized the sound. But couldn't place it. Her mind was working overtime. Reaching out, she grabbed the edge of the desk and thrust forward until a hand came into contact with her. Swelling and wet, she felt a finger brush over her clit. Oh, how she wanted that hand on her. Those fingers inside her. A tongue licking her senseless. The tongue was licking all around her but was not giving in to the sweet sensation she wanted so much. A finger whispered over her button. She bit back a groan. Then, the finger slid past her and into her. Her strength all but melted from her body. Slouching down in her chair, she opened wider for him. She could feel a head in between her thighs. Lifting slightly from the chair, she brought herself closer to those fingers and what she hoped would be lips. The fingers were ravaging her, wrecking her. She clamped down around them and rocked back and forth. They kept the rhythm. And not once did they completely leave her. She was being damaged, and wanted to be damaged. All at once, the fingers were removed. She couldn't suppress a shudder of disappointment. But all too quickly there was a new sensation. One of hot, wet velvet. A tongue. It was on her clit, licking and then, it was sucking. She was being taken into a mouth! Wanting to come apart, she held onto the desk with all she had. She could feel the sucking pressure all around her button. And the tongue was traveling downwards, towards her hole. It bypassed it and kept traveling down. "Oh my God" was the last thought she had as it slid over her back door hole. Her mind went completely blank. The only thing she could do was slide completely to the edge of her chair and grip the edges of the desk. A finger came back to probe inside her as the hot, expert tongue traveled over the ridges of her second hole. A hot, blinding orgasm ripped through her. Swallowing a scream, she rode the waves pulsing through her. Flying in a golden sky, she felt the finger being withdrawn and something replacing it. It was hard and unrelenting. It rammed into her, again and again. The tongue was still in the dark depths, probing and swabbing. She was bucking against tongue and object, wanting to come again. A finger settled over her already swollen clit. Her head dropped onto the back of the chair. Who was it and what was he doing to her? What was it that was inside her? It didn't feel like a normal object, like one of the many toys she collected. It wasn't yielding to her and she wasn't forming around it. But yet, it felt good. She could feel herself getting ready to come again. Finger, and tongue, and object were wrecking her. Were obliterating her. She thrust herself into his face. The tongue forged into her tight little hole. She never in her life had had a tongue buried inside that part of her. She couldn't see, couldn't breathe. The sensations were overtaking her again. The object thrust in and out of her, a tongue inside her, and a finger over her clit. She was coming. Again. This time she did scream. Loudly. She desperately hoped no one was left in the office. Her last thought was "Damn this desk!" The Desk There was a knock on the heavy oak door. "Come in." The voice was deep yet female; sonorous, used to being authoritative. Chloe opened the door and entered. Instinctively goose pimples appeared on her arms; the very atmosphere in this room startled them into life. The smell of furniture polish and leather seating. The enforced quiet, something like a library, except for some kids in the distance, way outside the window. Perhaps even the chill of the room - it was a warm summer's day, and the study had no air conditioning; yet it seemed at least ten degrees cooler than the rest of the building. "Ah, Miss Porter. Thank you for coming to see me." The woman who spoke these words sat behind a desk - again of heavy oak - which seemed to envelop her bottom half. The rest of her was power-dressed somehow out of the eighties - perhaps it was the big shoulders which were the giveaway. From her age, one would guess that was when she graduated. "I've being receiving reports about your slovenly work recently." She took a file from a drawer and opened it, flicking through the papers. "Late attendance... casual dress... work not up to standard... insolence, even." She turned the file towards Chloe, who was now standing sheepishly in front of the desk, as if inviting her to inspect it for herself. Chloe didn't need to. She knew the sort of thing it would contain. She stayed silent. "I see you're not bothering to deny any of these reports. I take it then you admit this behaviour. Well?" Chloe didn't reply for a few seconds; her mind was racing. What was there to say? She'd been caught "bang to rights". The iron gaze bored into her until she summoned up the courage to get a few words out. "Yes, Mrs Petrescu" was all she could manage. "YES, Miss Porter? What on Earth does that mean?" There was another long pause as Chloe tried to weigh up the options of what she could say, whether there was any way of talking her way out of what she knew was about to happen. Underneath, though, she knew it was futile. "Yes, Mrs Petrescu. It's true." Mrs Petrescu closed the file, and put it back into the drawer it came from. "At least we won't need to argue over the evidence then, if you plead guilty. But I suppose you have some feeble excuse you would like to present me with to explain your sloppiness? Hmmm?" Chloe looked down at her shoes. Was there any point in pleading? Of trying to explain the pressures she was under? Of trying to explain why she had shouted at Mr Huddersfield in front of everyone that he was a "rancid old twat"? Of trying to put across how that would surely have received silent nods from the whole building, even if nobody else would have dared to express the thought? No. Better to at least present a show of remorse. "No excuse, Mrs Petrescu." The older woman's face broke into an ironic half-smile. "So you have the good sense not to prolong the agony, I see. Which of course is evidence of the sharp mind we know is hidden underneath such shabbiness. What concerns me though is that this is not the first time you've stood in front of this desk and admitted your culpability. As I recall, only a few months ago you were staring at that same patch of carpet as I lectured you on your behaviour. Perhaps it's time for stronger measures." Chloe's head shot up from the floor. 'Stronger measures'? Perhaps the rumours were true then... "I am not psychic, Miss Porter, but I see by your face that you may have heard whispers about my methods. It seems you now have a chance to find out for yourself. Of course, I cannot force you to comply; if you would rather pursue this by a different route - a tribunal, a school-wide inquiry, perhaps?" Another drawer opened; another sheet of paper was placed in front of Chloe. "Your choice." Mrs Petrescu rolled a pen across the desk; Chloe instinctively put out her hand to catch it. She scanned down the writing, then, in a nervous scrawl, added her signature and the date to the bottom. "Thank you Miss Porter - Chloe, as I shall call you now. Again you show good judgement." The form was stamped, then placed in yet another drawer. Chloe found herself idly wondering how many there were in the desk. "Go over to the door, bolt it and press the switch next to the handle. That will ensure we remain undisturbed." Chloe did as she was told. As she turned back to the desk, she saw that Mrs Petrescu had risen from her chair to shut the venetian blind behind her. The room was darkened save for a few strips of light that landed on the top of the desk. To Chloe it seemed as if the temperature in the study had dropped even further. "Remove your skirt, Chloe." The command made her heart flutter and the corners of her eyes water. She had made her choice, and there was no getting out of it now. She stole a glance at the headmistress: the iron gaze that was returned left her in no doubt as to the reality of what was about to happen. She unzipped her skirt, stepped gingerly out of it, and folded it carefully before placing it on the floor. As she stood back up, her hands instinctively went to cover herself. "No, Chloe, on your head." Reluctantly, she threaded her fingers together on top of her head: despite the chill, she could feel the sweat from her palms through her hair. Mrs Petrescu walked round the desk towards Chloe, looking her up and down. "What does that say on the front of your knickers?" "We Shall Overcome". "Very witty." Mrs Petrescu grabbed the strings at the sides, and pulled them down to Chloe's knees. "Legs apart slightly - keep them there!" Now Chloe could feel the cool temperature between her legs. There was no hair to insulate her. Just bare skin, which now she could feel the iron gaze being trained upon. Mrs Petrescu walked back behind her desk, pulled off her jacket, and draped it over her chair. She opened one drawer, pulled out a hair bobble, and tied her long mousy-brown tresses behind her neck. Even without the shoulder pads she looked just as severe as ever to Chloe. Another drawer was opened. "I think this will do nicely for today" said the headmistress, as she extracted a strip of leather, and held it out towards Chloe: about two feet long, about two inches wide, dark brown and thick: and with one end cut into three strips for about four inches. "You know the name of this implement?" Chloe shook her head. "The tawse. As used in Scottish schools of old... and also in my study. Lean on the desk." Chloe shuffled herself forward to the edge of the desk, and leaned forward, using her arms to support herself. "Further down, Chloe: otherwise you'll let yourself fall." Gingerly, she lowered her torso to the desk, her hands under her chin. The leather top of the desk felt cool; the edge of the oak cut into the tops of her thighs. Last time she was like this it was her kitchen table: but she'd been waiting for something very different to happen then... She heard Mrs Petrescu walk round behind her. She clenched her cheeks, waiting for what was inevitably going to happen now... THWACK! "Aaah!" But she never thought it would be as bad as that! "Count them, Chloe. And be respectful." "One, Mrs Petrescu." "Call me Ma'am." THWACK! The pain shot up Chloe's body and pushed her flatter onto the desk. "Agh! Two, Ma'am!" Chloe's right hand instinctively went to cover her bottom; it was instantly slapped away with a hand. THWACK! "Please, no! It hurts!" "That's what it's supposed to do. Count now, or you will get even more!" "Three, Ma'am. Please, Ma'am!" Chloe had never felt anything like it in her life. The pain, the fire, the humiliation... THWACK! "Aah! Four, Ma'am!" "That will do... for starters, anyway. Onto your knees on the floor." Chloe didn't think she could move; the pain had abated, but had given way to a burning sensation. Somehow she lifted herself up from the desk and unsteadily dropped onto her knees in front of the headmistress, whose long flower-print skirt now filled what vision she had through the teardrops in her eyes. She wanted to rub the pain away from her bottom, but something told her this would not be a good move. Instinctively, slowly, she again clasped her hands on top of her head. "That was the first time you have ever taken punishment such as this?" asked the headmistress. Chloe nodded slowly. "I thought so, which is why you only received four. I very much hope that in future your behaviour will improve, so that you may escape having to take six, ten or even twenty." "Yes, Ma'am, I'll try." Twenty? How could anybody take twenty?, she thought to herself. "I know you'll say you'll try. How can I trust you?" Chloe didn't know how to answer this one. Seconds passed in silence; she knew the tension would not be broken until she answered. "Don't know, Ma'am." "Lie on the floor. Face down." Chloe did as she was told. The short-piled carpet dug into her skin. "Arms out either side." Now all Chloe could see were Mrs Petrescu's feet, in tan hose and sensible black sandals. A mix of aromas tickled her nostrils; the leather of the sandals, and a slight perfume that could only ever be foot sweat... "You will promise them that your behaviour will improve. You will seal that promise with a kiss for each foot." Chloe couldn't believe herself. She'd been half-expecting the punishment... though not with that tawse. But this? She guessed it was some kink of the headmistress. Eager to get it over with, she pushed herself forward to Mrs Petrescu's feet, quickly garbled out the words "I promise I will improve my behaviour", and placed a miniscule peck on the top of the toes of each foot. It didn't taste too bad, actually, but... "I didn't believe that at all. Again, and sound like you mean it!" "I promise I will improve my behaviour", recited Chloe, "and I seal it with a kiss." This time she pressed her lips harder to the toes; each foot got two or three seconds before Chloe lifted her head. Being told to do it was revolting; but actually doing it wasn't too bad. "That's better. If you break that promise, these feet will come back to haunt you. Understood?" "Yes, Ma'am." [What did she mean by that??] "Stand up." Chloe pulled herself to her feet, making sure she still had her knickers around her knees, and put her hands back on top of her head. The pain was number now; and all that foot-kissing stuff was behind her too. She hoped this was all she was going to have to go through. The headmistress sat herself on top of the desk, legs crossed. One foot jutted out rather close to Chloe's thigh. "This is what I expect from you in future. There will be no late appearances without just cause: your flimsy excuses definitely were not 'just cause'. Agreed?" "Yes, Ma'am" replied Chloe. "You will dress smartly at all times. No training shoes in this school. Agreed?" "Yes, Ma'am." Chloe could feel Mrs Petrescu's foot very lightly touch the bottom of her left thigh. It almost made her jump; instead, it gave her the goose pimples again. "You will be respectful to all staff, especially those of long service. You will keep criticism to yourself unless it is at a time when it is solicited. Agreed?" "Yes, Ma'am." That foot was slowly making its way up her thigh... where was it going? Surely not... "And you will ensure that your work always reaches the very high standards I know you are most capable of. Agreed?" "Yes, Ma'am". The headmistress' toes had now worked inbetween Chloe's thighs; now she could feel the big toe - and the lip of the sandal - up against her own lips. They connected with her clit. Despite herself, she could feel herself becoming stimulated. She could feel more pressure being put on her. She could also feel a blush coming on; part of her wanted to move away - this wasn't punishment, but harassment! Another part of her was worried that if she did that she'd taste the tawse again. And yet another part of her, quiet and deep but definitely there, wanted Mrs Petrescu to continue... Chloe's knees buckled slightly, pushing the headmistress' foot deep between her legs. At once it was removed, and she was pulled over Mrs Petrescu's uncrossed legs, stomach pushed onto the knees. An arm held her securely in place. "Dirty girl!" Chloe knew what was coming. Sure enough, she felt the SLAP! as Mrs Petrescu's hand crashed down onto her bottom. "One, Ma'am!" she instinctively yelped. Not nearly as bad as the tawse, but still, oh, the pain... SLAP! "Two, Ma'am!" But with the pain, also something else.. SLAP! "Three, Ma'am!" In this position, the slaps tingled her clit: SLAP! "Four, Ma'am!" ...the mix of pleasure and pain only adding to... SLAP! "Five, Ma'am! Please!" ...the tears welling up in her eyes, as well as what was working up in her pussy... SLAP! "Six, Ma'am! No! Yes!" This time, the hand stayed on Chloe's cheek; then worked its way down her arse-crack and inbetween her legs. Two fingers invaded her hole, whilst a third teased and danced around her clit; her throbbing bottom and her pussy were now as one, wanting to be taken over the edge, wanting to feel the pain again, wanting the headmistress to fill her up... "Ask me! I know you want to, but ask, or I'll stop!" Mrs Petrescu barked at her. "Please! Ma'am, let me cum! I need it so bad!" "Ask my feet! Promise them you will be good if I make you cum!" "Ma'am... Ma'am's beautiful feet, please let me cum!! I'll be good! I'll promise you with a kiss! I need to cum now! Aaaaaa!!" Chloe kicked her own feet up in the air; her breath was sucked out of her; tears streamed out of her eyes; and suddenly she was over the edge, juicing over Mrs Petrescu's fingers, gripping her wrist between her thighs, arching her back and neck as she let out a long but soundless scream... But it wasn't over. She knew she still had things to do. The headmistress let her fall from her lap; Chloe dropped to her knees, still panting in short breaths. She bent herself down, propped up on her arms, and placed a long kiss on each of Mrs Petrescu's feet. "Thank you for letting me cum," she said to them in a breathless whisper. "I promise I will be good for you." --- "I trust you will abide by the form you signed, Miss Porter. What happened in my study remains in confidence between the two of us. Understood?" "Yes, Ma'am. I mean, yes, Mrs Petrescu." Chloe's tears were dried, and she was just finishing putting her clothes back on and rearranging her hair back to normal. The headmistress was back in her chair, as if she had been once again welded to her desk. "Good. I hope your behaviour will be much more what is expected of you in future. Such slovenliness and insolence is commonplace from my pupils - but certainly not what I would want from a twenty-eight year old IT support technician." "But.... maybe..." Chloe stuttered. "Yes?" The headmistress raised an eyebrow at her. "Maybe..." She wondered if she could say what she wanted to say. Eventually her lips found the words. "...I could be a pupil?" "Ah, that is a very different matter." She opened her diary and flicked through a few pages. "Are you able to see me Sunday afternoon? ...Good." She handed Chloe two business cards. "The blue one is my home address. I will expect you at one o'clock sharp. The yellow one is Trimley's, our school uniform suppliers, who you will visit on Saturday to obtain what you will wear for me on Sunday"... The Desk Nautynursing begins the story You go to work early one morning, knowing that it is going to be a busy day for you. You spend most of the morning writing reports, but you manage to take a little time to give me a call to let me know that you are thinking about me. I ask if you can get away for lunch, but you say, "Sorry baby! I wish we could have lunch together, but I'm so busy that I'm only going to be able to grab a quick bite before I'm stuck having meetings for the rest of the day." I'm thinking a "quick bite and getting stuck" and start having a delicious idea. "Okay. I know you're busy. Thanks for thinking about me and please don't work too hard. We'll spend some time together another time." You say, "I promise I'll make it up to you!" We end our conversation because you have so much more work to do. You look at your watch, and realize that you have only a half hour to get something to eat and get back to your office for your next meeting. You run out to get something quick to eat, and come back to your office with just a bottle of water left. You look at the time, sit down in your chair, pull up to your desk and start to straighten out your papers for you have about five minutes until your meeting. There is a knock on your door, a couple of co-workers appear, saying that they are ready for the meeting but that they are waiting for a few more people to arrive. You all start talking when you suddenly feel two hands start rubbing the top of your thighs. You jump a little in your seat, push your chair back a little, look down and see me looking up at you smiling. Your eyes get big, your heart starts racing for you are shocked to see me, especially under your desk, rubbing your thighs with my hands as you have people in your office about to have meeting. You are thinking quick, wondering what the hell is happening and what you are going to do. I keep rubbing your legs with my hands when you take your right hand and try to push mine away. I take your hand and put your two long middle fingers in my mouth and start sucking on them. You quickly snatch your hand away, and push your chair back under the desk. You are extremely nervous by now! Wondering what you are going to do. You even mention to the group, "We can have this meeting at other time if everyone can't make it!" To which a few people in the group say, "No, that's okay, we can start in a few more minutes." I can feel the heat start to rise off your legs, and I can't help but laugh inside, wondering how are you going to handle what I'm about to do to you! I continue to rub your massive thighs through your pants, first on top, then I open your legs and start rubbing the inside. I take my fingers and unbuckle your belt. I feel your legs start to tighten up, for you have some idea of what is about to happen next. I unzip your pants and pull out your big beautiful dick. You start shaking your legs up and down, nervous for you are in a position where I'm in total control and you can't do anything! I love when you are powerless before me! (Or under me! Whatever position pleases me at the moment!) Anyway, the other members arrive and the meeting starts. You are sitting at your desk, trying to maintain a cool composure, all the time I'm under the desk, rubbing your shaft between my hands giving it long slow strokes. You begin to relax a little and start enjoying the feeling. They are asking you questions and you are finding it hard to concentrate on what they are saying, trying to hurry up and get the meeting to end. I continue to stroke you slow when I decide to add some ranch dressing to my hands to smooth it all over your hard dick. You jump and bang your knee on the desk as I insert the head of your dick into my mouth and start to gently suck on it! "Are you alright?" ask one of the officers, "I heard you bang your knee, it must hurt like hell!" You say, "Yes, I got a sudden muscle cramp, that's all. I'll be alright!" Another officer says, "The best way to get rid of a cramp is to walk it out!" You quickly say, "No that's alright! I'm rubbing it! It will be okay!" I'm laughing softly to myself wondering what they would think if you did get up and start walking with your dick hard and hanging out of your pants! You put your hand on your knee and start rubbing it. I quickly put your fingers in my mouth and start sucking on them while polishing your hard throbbing knob at the same time. I feel you get harder under my touch, and with me sucking your fingers, you can't take it anymore and pull your hand away for the second time! I'm thinking, "Fine! Won't let me suck your fingers, I'll suck something else!" And I proceed to go back to working on the head of your shaft. My tongue starts rolling on the top of that beautiful big head of yours. I start licking it slow, starting at the tip and working my tongue along and under the rim of the head, sucking it slowly into my mouth, teasing you by blowing on it, and then letting my tongue just sit on it, not moving. You push yourself forward, trying to get deeper into my mouth when I just stop and give your dick a quick lick. I sit there and watch your dick as it begins a movement of its own, jumping up and down, as if it is searching for me. I continue to watch, knowing that you must be going out of your mind wondering what has happened and why I stopped. I don't touch you for about ten minutes at which time I watch you relax and watch as your penis begins to go soft. I watch you for another ten minutes, every once in a while your penis would jump and that would just put a big smile on my face. "Patience, my little one" I'm thinking. "Momma hasn't forgotten you!" You relax and focus on your meeting thinking that I am waiting for it to end and then we can test the office furniture for durability. I hear someone say that you have a couple of minutes left in the meeting, so it's time to wrap up any loose ends. You are all for that and encourage them to hurry up so they can go back to work. It is then that MY fun begins again! I slide myself back between your legs and take your dick deep into my mouth. I hear you let out a gasp, I have caught you off guard. I begin slowly sliding my mouth up and down on your dick, feeling it grow, get hard inside my mouth. I take my tongue and start licking you slowly up one side, stopping and sucking rough on the head, and letting my tongue go slowly down the other side. I go back to working on your head, twisting my mouth up and down and around on your hard throbbing knob! I start sweating and realize that I'm getting hot from the heat that is rising off of your crotch as well as my own. I continue to work my oral magic on you while at the same time rubbing those big sweating balls of yours. You start using controlled movements to try to hump my mouth. I'm thinking, "Trying to be in control huh? We'll see!" I then start taking you into my throat, deep and fast. I feel you as you try to get away and know that you can't. I hear someone say, "Okay, if there are any questions, we will give you a call!" Then I hear the door close and you suddenly sit back and say, "Oh God you are a naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty girl!" To which I just smile and blow you a kiss. You get up and I hear the door lock. I'm sitting on your chair laughing softly when I tell you, "I just had to see you especially when you said that you would be 'getting a quick bite, while being stuck at the office',I took that to be an invitation! You know how my mind works!" You say, "Oh yes, I do know how your mind works and I should have known better!" You ask, "Is there anything that I can say that you don't think about sexually?" "Of course not!", I answer. I look deep into your eyes, then lick your lips slowly before I kiss you. I suck on your tongue, taking it deep into my mouth, making love to it. I start licking and biting your ear then I whisper in your ear as I'm rubbing your nipples through your shirt and say, "I've been a bad, bad, bad, bad girl and I need to be punished!" You say, "Oh yes, you have been very, very, very bad, and you must be punished!" The next thing I know you are pulling out handcuffs from you desk drawer. You place them on my wrist. What is to happen next? I'm getting wet just thinking about the possibilities. Iconpoet continues the story The look on your face as I cuff you is one of shock, mixed with a sort of slight amusement. The uncertainty of it all is enough to pique your interest. I see your mind racing trying to figure out what it is I'm going to do next. "Save your time. You're not going to guess what it is I have in store for you." "Reschedule my next appointment, Doris. My last meeting brought up some unexpected details that need to be hammered out. Tell them to hold off until notified." I say into my phone, making note to smirk when I say "Hammered." "Right away sir." She replies. "Doris is such a good girl." I begin. "I never have to punish her. But YOU on the other hand, require strict dealing with." I remove my tie. "I know why you came here today. You wanted to shock and surprise me because you love the look on my face when you please me. The first step in your punishment is that you can't look at me for the rest of the day." I tie my tie around your eyes so you can't see. Next, I reach in my bottom desk drawer and pull out a roll of duct tape. "What's that?" You ask as I pull off a strip. "That's step two of your punishment. I know you love to scream and moan when I please you. Now, you have to suffer in silence." I have you bound, blind and mute...Now its time for the fun to begin. I pick you up (you are always amazed when I do that because not too many men are able to) and sit you on my desk and open your legs. I'm always amazed at how wet you are able to get. I bury my face deep into your pussy. I can hear a deep guttural moan deep in your throat, but no sound escapes your mouth. I know what I'm doing, why else would I have a roll of duct tape in my office? I wrap my lips around your clit, suck and flick the tip of it with my tongue. You squirm, trying to see if you can catch a glimpse through a loose spot in the tie, but you can't. I ain't new to this, I'm TRUE to this, and I don't miss a beat. I lay your body back across my desk because, much like earlier, you're trying to take control of the situation. I lift your legs high over my desk and expose your beautiful pussy and your tight lovely asshole. I take my tongue and trace a line from your asshole to the tip of your clit and right back. You shiver in sheer delight. I hear another throat moan escape as I stick my tongue deep into your asshole as I take two fingers and insert them in your fat, wet, DEEP pussy and massage your G Spot. "I want you to squirt on my desk baby. I want you to give me a reason to request another copy of this document. Come on, baby. You know what I want. Give it to me." Almost as if on cue, you do. I love the way your cum gushes out, onto my cherry wood desk and drips off onto my carpet, making a nice little stain there. I make a mental note to never have this section of carpet cleaned. Now your legs are shaking and you are making little whimpering noises through the duct tape on your mouth. I have you just where I want you. I flip you over on the desk, knocking the stapler, phone, and container of pens scattering across the floor. Good thing I keep my computer on a separate desk to the side. Now I have your gorgeous ass facing me. I love the way your pussy looks from behind. Especially when I can still see tiny bits of cum dripping out. I lick that up just before I spread your legs. "Now, time for your REAL punishment." I stand up behind you; your ass in the air, legs spread which allows your pussy lips to spread just enough to show the pink, and take my dick into my hands. A trail of pre cum drips from the tip nearly to the floor. "You want me inside of you?" I ask. You grunt something. "What? I can't hear you." I say. "OH YEAH!!! That's right. You can't talk because you're being punished. You've been a BAD girl. Well, let me tell you this. What if I..." I slide my rock hard dick into your wet, willing and accepting pussy instead of finishing that statement. Your hands, still cuffed, grip the edge of my desk as you release still more guttural moans. Each thrust I give makes you grunt even more. When I reach up and pull your hair to get extra leverage, I swear that you let out a scream so loud that it penetrates the duct tape. That's all I need. I explode and cum. I can feel the warm semen filling your wet pussy all around my dick. Obviously you can feel it too because you squeeze your kegals, trying to milk every last drop. "You've been punished enough. Now it's time for a little reward." I back off, letting my dick slip out of your pussy. I can see the mixture of your cum and my cum begin to slowly trickle from your pussy. I go down and let it drip into my mouth, and then I turn you over, remove the duct tape and give you a long passionate kiss. We both get excited at the taste of the mixture of our cum mixed together. "Now, I hope that teaches you what happens to bad little girls who sneak into my office. I also hope that encourages you to do it again, and again, and then again after that." We both chuckle. I remove the handcuffs and the tie from around your eyes, and you are shocked to see Doris, my receptionist, sitting there in a chair, her skirt hiked up to her waist, fingering herself into a frenzy. You turn to me with a look of confusion mixed with surprise. "What can I say? She likes to watch." I look up at Doris, her cocoa brown skin looking so lovely against the cream colored blouse she's wearing and her long black hair slightly messed with sweat from wildly masturbating and say, "I expect a fully typed report of this meeting on my desk by the morning." The Desk This story is dedicated to the man who could get me to see things from a different perspective than my own. A man who taught me how "to let go" and to do it with grace, with dignity and maturity. * They had been planning this for months; for them to meet in person. They had even chosen an outfit together online for her to wear underneath her clothes. A matching bra, garter belt, and thong set. It was soft pink with black lace trim. She had also purchased black silk stocking with the line up the back. Of course he had suggested to her -- to go without the thong at all. Her reply was a giggle coupled with "I'd think about it." She had already decided what she was going to wear over her new bought outfit. She had chosen a mid thigh black spotted wool skirt, black 3 inch strappy heels, and a black sweater with buttons. The sweater hugged her round full B cup tits. The skirt formed along her bottom perfectly. The heels would enhance and show off her sexy legs. The sweater with the buttons was a test of hers. She loved to be undressed slowly. The buttons would determine if he was as romantic as he had portrayed himself to be thus far. She got up early the morning she was to fly up to him, feeling a little groggy from the restless night of sleep the night before, excitement filled her entire being as she leaped out of bed. She had showered then got dressed. She had cussed him out a bit as she fumbled and fought with the garter belt. She had never had one before, but she was determined she was going to figure the dang thing out. She chuckled quietly as she finally got the strap hooked to the stockings thinking that's one thing he's going to struggle with, packing up the last of her things, she glanced at the clock and reached for the phone to give him a quick phone call to let him know she was on the way to the airport. Her heart leapt a bit as he ended the call with the words, "I love you." The trip to the airport and boarding was relatively uneventful. Considering the early hour she just nodded off and only awoke again as the pilot's voice spoke over the overhead indicating that they were taxing the runway. Her hands starting to sweat a bit as her stomach knotted. The sense of unease failed to disappear when she was off the plane and walked into the arrival waiting section. Instead, her stomach knotted even more. Her eyes began searching through the crowd looking for him. The thought of maybe he stood her up filling her thoughts as she unconsciously started to nibble on her bottom lip in hopes calming her breathing and heartbeat. She located him...her breath caught as he looked at her for the first time in person. Their eyes met and both smiled at each other. Her feet carry her to him. In greeting he leaned over and pecks her on the cheek. He slowly pulled out a single red rose from behind his back and he hands it to her. Her face flushes, turning red as she notices him taking all of her in. Her soft, "thank you," is muttered through her now parched lips. The next few moments seemed to go in a blur -- all she recalls is getting into the rental car and following his black Toyota Camry through traffic to his office. He had always wanted to live out the fantasy of making love to a client. She smiled as she thought of all the ways she wanted to fulfill his fantasies. Finally arriving at the office building and they parked both their cars, he walked over to her and reminded her to give him 5 minutes before she walked up. He had already scheduled her on his books and had carved out at least 3 hours. She watched him enter the building and walk up the steps to the second floor admiring his form as he walked. Her anticipation was beginning to build. She glanced at the clock every minute as time slowly ticked by. She made sure she waited the full 5 minutes as he has requested. She took a deep breath, and entered the building. On arriving to the second floor there was a reception area. She asked for him by name and stated who she was. The receptionist kindly asked her to sit and wait while she contacted him. With care she sat, she pushed the fabric of her skirt down forcing the fabric to conform to her thighs and maintain a level of decorum. If she sat otherwise the couple to the right of her may realize that she was quite exposed considering she had chosen to go without the thong. So, she stood almost saint like with her thighs tightly closed. Inwardly though, the lust she was feeling was burning brightly -- leaving her hot and bothered. So much so, that her pussy juices were beginning to ooze from her puss lips and drip down the contours of skin. The delicious waiting was just so provocative. She watched the door intently waiting for him to come get her. Finally he peeked around the door, and professionally asked her to come on back to his office. Her heart hammered away. Her breathing became erratic as she followed him. When she arrived at his office he moved aside to allow her to walk in ahead of him. He wasted no time in locking the door. His eyes met hers as she blushed yet again. She put her hand bag to the floor and stood in front of him. Turning as he passed. It only took him a few strides to reach his black leather chair. He motioned her to approach. She obeyed eagerly. His arm went around her waist as he pulled her onto his lap. She sat perched on his one leg as his other arm drapes over her hip, his lips seeking out her tongue tentatively at first, a very light whispery kiss. The exploration began for them with this -- their very first kiss ever. Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips meet hers. The kiss deepened as his hand dropped from her hip to her leg, grazing down the short length of the skirt to then let it slip under the fabric. She quietly moaned as she allowed his tongue to enter her warm mouth, and felt his warm hand on her bare skin. His other arm tightened around her as the kiss intensified. Her arms moved to encircle his neck. His fingers danced lightly on her thigh. Then, his hand moved up to cup her left breast. She moaned again as his hand closed around the full orb, squeezing it, her tongue entangling with his as her need for him blazed hotter. The kiss ended as he looked deeply into her eyes. His hand worked on each button of the sweater, undoing each. She smiled as he passed this test. His inhales softly as he viewed her tits nestled in the soft pink bra. He leaned into drop kisses on them, nuzzling, his hand returning to her thigh. Immediately, he slid under the skirt, moving upwards towards her warmth. It was her turn for her breath to catch in her throat as his hand made contact with her already very wet bare slit. Her body instantly shuddered in response. His murmurs against her cleavage appreciatively because of how wet she already is. The sounds caused the wetness to increase. He shifted under her as his other hand moved to her chest, pushing the bra off from her tits, exposing a nipple for him to suckle on. He tugged and pulled with his teeth. He also sank a single digit into her slick wetness. Her eyes closed. Her head fell backwards. Her body hummed under his touch causing her to loss all concentration on time and space. He added a second finger into her dripping cunt. She starts to grind and circle her hips as his fingers start to slowly fuck her cunt. His teeth closed around the now pert red nub, flicking his tongue over it, the sensation shooting right through her as her smooth velvety walls clamp around his two fingers. He sensed she's right on that edge. He added a third finger. This action stretched her very wet pussy. The feeling of her pussy being filled in such a way sends her right over that edge. She emitted a lustful cry as she cums all over his deeply imbedded fingers and hand. He very gently removed his now soaked digits from her still spasming cunt. He released her nipple from between his teeth. He immediately pulled her to him. He embraces her tightly as he passionately kissed her. She is still mentally reeling from what just occurred. He ends the caresses with a heady kiss, leaving her panting and breathless. Her entire body was still trembling from the orgasmic aftershocks. He spoke quietly in his low husky whisper against her ear, "I want and need to fuck that delicious cunt of yours now and I want you bent over my desk." Her only response was a groan of lust. She stood up and turned to face his desk. Her palms folded over he edge of the top. She sensed him moving behind her. Her lust deepened at the rasp of the zipper being undone. She spread her legs farther apart as she felt his hands glide up the back of her thighs. Her skin responded to the material of her short skirt being pushed over her rounded ass. Hoping to tease him, she wiggled her ass at him -- inviting him. His response being, "oh yeah I'm gonna fuck that sexy ass of yours next." She felt him swiping along her wet bare slit. She leaned farther over the desk. Her hands slide forward to grab the desk end ahead of her. She feel him sink the head into her wet entrance. He continues to push the rest of his hard cock into her pussy slowly. He is eased into her wanting to savor this moment -- delight in her moaning as she feels his cock fill her cunt completely. He knows instinctively that she will cum again quickly. He starts to pull out and then push in again very slowly building up a rhythm. She pressed and pushed back, trying to urge him to go faster, her breathing increasing along with her heartbeat. He picked up the pace. Her moans and groans started to increase. She shifted her legs and starts to match his rhythm. Her need to cum and have him erupt in her only thought. She laid her body completely on the top of the desk and begins to speak her mind, "oh god! Fuckkk. Yesss. Fuck me! Harder! Pleeeasee...oh fuckkkk." He slammed his cock harder into her cunt and repeating the demanding pace encouraged by her sultry climaxing voice "Oh fuckkkkk yesssssssss," she gasps. His breathing became more labored and heavy. He pulled back his hand and smacks her right ass cheek, then her left. He was aware that she raised no objection. He swatted each cheek a few more times. She yelped at each smack. The warmness of the swats radiate on her skin the sensation a delight to her and her moans flow out of her like purrs. He admires the way her ass has turned a bright pink. He can feel the warmness of her ass against his legs as he starts to pummel her cunt. He gripped her hips and dug his fingers into them. He pulled her hips to him each time he slams deeply into her. Her pussy continually quivered in response to the delicious torment. They both realized they are close to the point of no return. He continues to slam hard into her. She can feel the edge of the desk being pressed against her ribcage with each thrust. Her juices pool around his shaft. His cock swells and erupts plunging into her. Her quick intake of breath, a loud gasp as her cunt closes like a vise around his cock. Her hot creamy liquid gushing out and runs down her inner thighs. He holds himself deeply in her as the intense orgasm rips through her. His cock being milked by her rippling muscles. His cum continue to spurt out coating the insides of her pussy walls that are rippling. They both gasped for breath as he releases the death grip he had on her hips. Slowly he pulls out his cum covered cock from her heated sex. She sinks to the floor as her legs are unable to hold up her trembling body anymore. He leans down to brush her tousled auburn locks away from her face. He kisses her forehead before he slumps into his leather chair. His breath ragged. Her eyes gaze at him. Her light blue eyes now a dark blue glazed over with lust and desire. Her entire body flushed as she looks at him. They both smile at each other because both of them know that once she leaves his office they are meeting later that night to continue the festivities. But more importantly, they are smiling because they both know that he will forever smile whenever he looks at his desk... The Desk Yet another trip to Home Depot; Paula had been in there so much lately she was about ready to get fitted for an orange apron. Back to the paint section, again, this time with a desk drawer in hand. Along the way, she picked up sandpaper and a hand sander. Holding the drawer up to the display with the stained wood samples, she searched in vain for the right color. "You're in here almost as much as I am." She turned; it was him! They had seen each other many times at the store, but never spoken. It had been so long since she had looked at a man with interest, but she had noticed him. She'd wanted to say something, but she'd always been a little shy. Tall and slim, about her age with wavy hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Always smiling at each other, but never anything more. Until now. "Hi! I'm refinishing the top of my husband's desk and I'm trying to match the stain color. I don't want to strip the whole thing, but I may have to. This is my second time around—I stained it with what I thought was a good match but it turned out way too dark. Now," holding up the sander for emphasis, "I've got to clean up my mess before I can start over." "Husband?" he asked, looking at her hand holding the sanding block. "Past tense. I lost him in a car wreck three years ago." "I'm so sorry.' "It's been tough, but I'm getting past it. You never forget, but time does dull the pain." Switching gears, he said "Let me guess—you tried to match using the color printed on the label, right?" Feeling dumb, Paula admitted her mistake. "Don't feel bad—I've done myself; more than once in fact. You'd think I'd learn," he said with a smile. He took the drawer from her cart. "Let's see if we can get you something that matches." She admired his snug jeans from behind as he walked down the aisle. He held the drawer up to the chips from another brand of stain, finding one that matched perfectly. "When you match stain, you want to match the wood type as well as the stain color. See how they have chips for both oak and pine? Your desk is oak." Taking a quart from the rack, he put it in her cart. "Are you going to strip the desktop by hand?" "I don't have a sander. Can you recommend one?" "I'll tell you what. I've got one you can use; I'd be happy to bring it over if you'd like." Looking into his eyes again made the decision for her; "If you have time I could really use the help." Standing in the garage, she was hand sanding when he pulled into the driveway. Something stirred inside her, something she hadn't felt in a long time, as she watched him walk toward the garage, sander in one hand and orange extension cord in the other. Finding the outlet, he plugged the cord and the sander in. "So this is the desk; beautiful wood. It's going to look great when we're done," he said, smiling. The sander started whirring and he moved it across the desktop. "Here, want to try?" "Sure," she said as she took the sander, making small circular movements on the desk. He moved behind her, her heart quickening as he put his hand on hers. "For the best finish you want long, smooth strokes. Like this." Damn. Who knew woodworking could sound so, so erotic! Their hands moved the sander back and forth on the desk. She felt a quick jolt of pleasure as the dust catcher on the vibrating sander brushed against her. It sent her mind reeling and caused her to jump back against him. Before she knew it, his arms were wrapped around her from behind, his lips gently caressing her neck. Her nipples instantly hard as one hand slipped under her shirt while the other fumbled to open the button on her jeans. She felt him slide his hand into her panties, his finger feeling her wetness as it slipped between her lips. He pushed her over the desk, wrapping her ponytail around his hand and pulling her pants down and slapping her on the ass with his other. She let out a little moan as he slid himself inside her; more long, smooth strokes. It felt so good. It had been so long since she'd had the attention of a man... "Paula. Paula?" His voice jerked her out of her reverie, the sander still in her hand, the desktop perfectly clean. "I've never seen anybody so enthusiastic about sanding a desk!" "I never knew woodworking could be so enjoyable. What's next?" "We'll wipe it down and then it looks like it's time for stain." "I have a bottle of wine and some steaks in the kitchen. Why don't we stain the desk after dinner?" Or breakfast, she said silently to herself...