I walk down the corridor to your office, mad as all Hell. You were supposed to email me an important file over half an hour ago—what could be keeping you?
In the office you’re not known as Carol, the respected accountant, you’re not known as Mrs Brown, the office gossip. You’re known as the Fucking Ice Queen, the office prude, the uptight bitch. Always dressed appropriately in a business suit, even on the hottest days. No matter the circumstances you won’t take your jacket off. And most of the men in this building would love to see you out of that bulky jacket. Maybe show off those big tits of yours.
Reaching your office door I reach to knock when I hear a strange sound. Gasping? And a wet sound I think I recognise, but it can’t be that.
Opening the door just a creek I peek through, and I’m met with a sight that instantly gets my dick rock-hard.
Miss Ice Queen, Miss prude, Miss wouldn’t-say-boo-to-a-goose, the prude who wouldn’t take off her jacket, I don’t see her. Instead, I see you.
Your jacket is off, what’s more, your top is open and your bra has been pulled up, showing off your impressive tits. For years I’ve been wondering what your tits look like. And now I know, they look perfect. You’re playing with your puffy nipples, and although your desk obscures your other hand it’s obvious that it’s rubbing a very wet pussy. God, how much do I want to see how wet.
Reaching down I reposition my hard dick, resisting the urge to take it out. If I’m caught jerking off here I’m done for.
I open the door fully. You jump in surprise, desperately trying to cover yourself up, but it’s too late. I turn, lock the door and then I stride to your desk, you have a panicked look on your face, and I say nothing as I reach you, grabbing you by the wrist I pull you to your feet.
“What on earth do you think you’re doing Mrs Brown?” I growl pulling your computer monitor round with my other hand, so I can see what got you so hot and bothered. Looking at the screen I see a photo of a man (your husband I think) bending you over with a cane in his hand, beating your naked, red ass.
“I’m so sorry Mr Jacobson…” I don’t let you finish I just pull you by the wrist and guide you round your desk. Your small green panties, round your ankles, almost trip you up. But you manage to step out of them entirely.
“This is completely unacceptable Mrs Brown,” I say as I pull you round the desk to stand next to me. My hand goes to your back and I gently push you onto the desk, bending you over. “Looks like your husband beats you,” Slowly pulling up your skirt again I continue “but I think you’d like a beating from me even more. Am I right?” As I say as my finger runs up your cunt.
“Yes Sir, my husband did beat me.” You gasp and I feel your pussy tighten round my fingers “But he hasn’t touched me for months.” You continue as I probe you.
“And you want me to spank you now?” My hand strokes your ass in preparation.
“Please Sir, I’ve not cum in months, will you please spank me?” Not hesitating my hand immediately lifts, and hits your ass. You squeal in delight. But my hand doesn’t leave your ass, instead gliding over it, and dipping my finger ever so slightly into your sopping wet Pussy, not long, but long enough then my hand lifts, and again you squeal as my hand meets your ass.
Two, then four, then eight smacks, your squealing tells me you’re enjoying it. Finally pulling away I look at my handiwork.
Your ass is now red, you start to get up off the desk, but I instantly push you back down.
“Did I say I was finished?” Looking at your ass my cock is so hard and desperate to be released.
“No sir you didn’t, sorry sir.” Unzipping my fly and pulling my rock-hard dick out I run it up your snatch but don’t put it in. Your moan as I do this is intoxicating. “Please Sir, I’ve not been touched like this in so long…” You start but I slap your ass and you yelp.
“Mrs Brown,” Hesitating no longer I push my hard dick into you, and you groan, “your husband should be doing this,” I say as I pull out slightly and ram it back in, “but you deserve a good fucking, don’t you?” You get off the desk just enough to play with your left nipple, a moan,
“Yes sir, I’ve wanted this for months, sir.” Then as I ram in the ocean again you moan. “I’ve wanted you for months.”
“Fuck you’re tight,” I say as I feel you cum over my dick. Pulling you closer and grabbing your tits hard. Your grunts as I continue to fuck you. “Tell me,” I say “how bad have you been wanting me?” You moan out.
“I’ve been wondering how big your dick is, been dreaming about it, aaaah.”
Your moans are a special aphrodisiac, and I feel my cock twitch. One final thrust and I shoot my load into you. It doesn’t seem to end as copious loads of jizz fill you. Collapsing on your desk we get our breath back.
Getting up I put my deflated dick back in and zip myself back up.
“Don’t let me catch you doing anything like that again,” I say as I walk out of your office. But even as I see you nod, I know I’ll catch you again.
