My first work experience was as an intern at a law firm in Putney Bridge to gain some valuable experience. The senior partner was around his mid-forties, and he often had me filing in his office, keeping me there late, often while he worked at his desk. One day after everyone else had left, I was dutifully organising his paperwork in the filing cabinets when I felt him watching me. Obviously, I carried on attending to the task until he commented on my appearance.
He just asked something like “where did you get that skirt? Don’t you think it’s too short to be bending over like that?” I went red and upped my pace hoping to impress him with my work ethic.
Then he said. “Helen, why don’t you leave that for a moment and come here?”
I obeyed, of course, because he was the senior partner and could fire me anytime he wanted. He manoeuvred me between his chair and his desk while he sat there watching me.
“Sit down,” he commanded, and I sat on his desk facing him.
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Before I knew it, his hands were on my legs, and he slowly moved them up, raising my rather short, black, pleated skirt until my stockings were revealed, which seemed to excite him. He kept on until he saw my suspender belt straps; he was fascinated by them and kept running his fingers up and down.
“I love black stockings and suspenders,” he said, “and your little black lace panties.”
I looked at him closely, with big Bambi eyes, wondering what on earth was going to happen now. He forced my legs apart and moved between them, trapping me there.
“Have you ever even seen a cock?” He asked me.
I shook my head. He stood up in front of me, unzipped his fly, and reached in. Suddenly before me was his erect cock. The first thing I noticed was the little bubble of fluid on the tip, like clear, mountain dew, and he saw me looking. Next, he gripped his cock, rather firmly I thought, and began to stroke it up and down while his other hand kept playing with my suspender belt strap and brushing my stockings.
His face changed., became serious as he began to stroke his cock faster and faster while I sat perched on his desk. His hands grabbed at my legs and even touched my panties as his breathing started to get heavier and his jerking went into overdrive. He started moaning and his hands gripped the top of my leg firmly.
“I’m going to come you dirty fucking bitch,” he said.
Then he called out, and I watched as a jet of white spunk shot out all over my stockings. Then, another load followed, coating my exposed leg, my suspender strap, and even my new lace panties. Finally, with a body jerk, came the last drops which he wiped on my pleated skirt. He fell back into the chair and seemed completely exhausted.
I stood up and remember feeling the cum run down my leg as I left his office.
