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I had done wrong. I had done wrong again, for the first time in ages. Another mistake, another lecture. Another time to look into his eyes and contain myself from melting onto the office floor of the man I have given all of myself to. “Myra. Do you understand what you’ve done wrong this time, and what it means for you?” My boss sat at his desk, looking at me intently, almost an amused sparkle in his lovely yet intimidating blue eyes. “Yes. I didn’t mean to put the files in the wrong cabinet, I wasn’t with it yesterday, I barely had any sleep, and…” I tried to look at him, calmly. This man wasn’t just my boss. I wasn’t just his Personal Assistant. There was something much deeper, darker, and secretive going on. “Perhaps you should get an early nights sleep then. Instead of staying up late and playing with your slutty pussy, whilst thinking of me.” He bit his lower lip, running his eyes over my body. My legs, my chest, to my face. I’ve worked here for two years now, I take my job very seriously. I get treated exactly the same as the other employees when it comes to business it was always like this, a passionate explosion of dominance and submission took place as we consumed almanbahis each other’s mouth’s, unable to keep our hand’s off of each other. Keeping his hand wrapped around my throat, he pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily against my flushed face. “Look at me, slut.” I did exactly as I was told, lifting my eyes up to look into his. His piercingly, smoldering, blue eyes. He was possibly one of the most attractive men I’ve ever met. I couldn’t look away, and right now I was not allowed to, regardless. “Open up,” he demanded, his eyes burning into me. Oh god, how I needed him to satisfy me. Please. I knelt there, my mouth open, staring up at him like a puppy, not knowing what to expect. …Puh! Before I knew it, I was taken back by him spitting directly into my mouth, his grip tightened around my neck. I gulped, and I took it like the true whore he had trained me to be, accepting it willingly, swallowing his saliva. “Good girl, Myra. You like swallowing your boss’s spit, don’t you?” He breathed, releasing his grip from my neck, and standing up. I was still on my knees. I knew not to move until he said so. “Yes, boss… I love it when you spit in my mouth. I’ll always swallow almanbahis yeni giriş it like a grateful slut…” This was so wrong. So wrong, but I couldn’t stop wanting this man to treat me like this. We were sexually addicted to each other. Our surreptitious desires illuminating us each time we played together. “Of course you love swallowing my saliva. Glad you enjoy it, my grateful little bitch – because I’ve got somewhere else I want it to go,” And with that, he suddenly grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling me to my feet. “Stand up. We’ve got to make this quick, we both have to get back to work. I’m going to fuck your ass, but that’s all, that’s the only hole I’ll be using, so even if you beg for more; you won’t get it.” I bit my bottom pouted lip, a glad yet subtle smile filled my face. “I understand, Sir.” And with that, he led me by the hair, over to his desk. Pushing some paperwork aside in a hurry, I could tell he couldn’t wait to fuck me, to fill me, to find release. His face lost in passion and want, he frantically removed his black silk tie, staring at me, his eyes as demanding as his tone of voice. I knew exactly by the expression on his face, I almanbahis giriş knew him so well by now. I knew to open my mouth, and as I did just that, he smoothly placed the tie around it, tying it behind my head twice, as tight as it would possibly go, gagging me, restraining my speech, and of course, my oncoming moans. Reaching down to my pale cream blouse, he swiftly undone the buttons, which revealed my scarlet and ebony laced bra. The blush on my cheeks was inevitable, impossible to hide…. this man always had the power to make my cheeks flush red. Not just my face, either. Gripping hold of my waist, he firmly lifted me up onto his desk, placing me down on the edge. I waited patiently, although inside I was burning up, aching for him to be inside me, anywhere, any hole. I longed to be filled with the sweet sensation of him. I kept my eyes down, trying to shield this immense eagerness from his view.  Impossible. Sir could always read my reactions just like an open book.  My pencil skirt was roughly pulled up and I heard him chuckle; his sexy laugh ringing in my ears. “Ha, you’re already eager to be fucked, and I’m only using your asshole. Whore, always taking what you can get… Now, I want to see your cunt drip for me while I destroy that sweet ass of yours, then maybe next time I’ll pleasure that too.” I wasn’t able to reply, but was denied the chance to even attempt to, as he pushed my legs apart hastily.

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