Emma was perched nervously on her desk chair, unconsciously
twiddling bits of her golden curly hair between her fingers.
Today could be the day that she possess the job she's been
working all these years towards; editor in chief. In all honesty
if she didn't get this job Emma didn't think she could handle
working at the same company working underneath her
opponent, which would be the ultimate humiliation for her, and
act as a constant reminder that she, had lost.
'Emma, could I see you in my office immediately please'. Oh
Christ, this was it, Emma thought. She stood up and was
consciously aware of her colleagues staring at her. She smoothed
down her black shirt, on which she had purposely left some
buttons undone so that her boss- Mr Anderson- could have a clear
view of her sumptuous cleavage. She was wearing a tight navy blue
skirt, that cut just about her knees, so it showed of her tanned
and lean legs, but still looked professional. Confidently
striding towards his office she took one last look at herself in
her computer screen, as if this would help her get the
Knocking three times on his door he called 'enter' and she
quietly closed the door behind her. Hesitantly, she stood there
for a couple of minutes as he stood a little bit in front of her
with his back to her. Everyone in the firm knew that one wrong
move can cost you your job around here. 'Move away from the door'
he said in a gentle yet demanding tone. She quickly steered away
from the door, a little unnerved at the way he was acting, and he
seemed different today.
'Come stand right here, in front of me.' He whispered his eyes
still lowered to the floor. Emma hesitated slightly, it was when
he clicked his fingers and his figure seemed to stiffen slightly
that Emma rushed to the front of him, eager to impress and for
him to just tell her if she had the job or not.
'Mr Anderson may I just as-'her voice was cut off by his lips
engorging hers, her eyes widened in shock but she let herself
fall into the kiss. He became more passionate and aggressive as
his tongue gained entry to her mouth and his hand travelled down
to her shirt. He could already feel her erect nipples through her
shirt as he caressed them lovingly. She moaned slightly as his
hand snaked its way underneath her bra, rolling her erect nipples
between his thumb and forefinger whilst his other hand gently
massaged her left breast.
His fingers twirled Emma's nipple and pinched them and she loved
every second of it, she could feel her black lace thongs getting
wetter and wetter as the moans escaped her lips.
Emma had never noticed before how intimidating and unbelievably
mysterious this man was as he draped his hands across her waist
and lifted her on top of his desk, his coarse hands swept across
it, clearing it of all the clutter and forcefully pushed her so
she was laying down and looking up at him. He even thought she
looked a little afraid and apprehensive of him. He slowly started
undoing her buttons of her shirt, revealing her breasts once
more, but they seemed trapped, so he let her bra fall off the
desk, bringing his tongue to trace the curves of each of her
breasts, smoothing her golden waist length hair out of his way,
and began slowly beginning to kiss and gently bite her nipples
enjoying watching her breath sharpen and fasten.
Licking his dry lips with suspense his cock was already bulging
against his pants longing to feel Emma's lips, but no, it had to
wait. Oh, he could already smell and feel that she was wet down
there, travelling his way downwards with his fingers slowly
tracing her spine down her back as his lips kissed down her
washboard stomach in a perfect line, watching her breasts rise
and fall with her fast breaths.
Just to tease her more than anything he suspended his lips above
her soaking wet pussy licking all around her slit, yet taken by
ultimate surprise as his tie was ripped off of him and thrown
recklessly on the floor. She tried to unbutton his shirt too, but
he grabbed her by the wrists and laid her back down on his desk.
Leaning over her he left a couple of inches between their faces
as he said sternly to her 'Calm yourself Emma. You have no say in
this matter, unless you want to find yourself unemployed. Now why
don't you just let me finish my job and you just lay down there
and enjoy it. Don't try to be my boss again, or you will have to
receive a disciplinary. You hear me?' Emma nodded slowly to him,
taken aback by this sudden change of character again, and found
herself turned on by on it.
He returned back to kissing her around her pussy, and then pulled
her lips apart, slowly running his tongue up and down her slit
smirking as her gasps and moans became more frequent. His tongue
travelled to her clit; using his tongue once again he began to
lick it, knowing how sensitive it was he began slowly at first so
she could feel every hint of ecstasy. Inserting one finger inside
of Emma he stayed at the same pace until her hand flew up to make
him go faster; he caught it and whispered to her 'I told you
about this'. Sucking her clit and feeling her juices made his
penis harden even further, so he jammed three fingers inside of
her hearing her moan as he went faster and faster, all the while
she was struggling not to beg for his cock inside of her.
Suddenly he flipped her onto her front to begin giving her
luscious arse some required attention. He started to spank her as
hard as he possibly could with his hand, whereas his other hand
was twitching to get to his belt just to show her what it's
really like if she disobeyed him. From a great distance it seemed
she was begging him to stop this, he could barely feel her
struggles to remove herself, all it took was one hand on her
slender back to stop her from getting away; it was too easy. 'Beg
Miss Johnson, I want you to beg for my forgiveness.' While he was
spanking her he bought his tongue down once again and began to
lick her arse and slide a finger in her tight bottom to mix the
feelings of pleasure and pain.
Without warning for Emma she let out a stifled scream she was
laid on her back again as she felt his thick and erect penis
enter her, but only the tip. She squirmed and tried to push
herself down on his cock but still he restrained her. 'You're so
tight baby' he said to her as he forced all of himself into her.
She let out another scream of ecstasy not able to try and stifle
the sound, he was so big inside of her and she started to gasp
uncontrollably as he started to thrust rhythmically. She began to
meet his rhythms, wrapping her slim legs around his waist, too
afraid to meet his stern gaze; it was as though his eyes were
burning through her. My God, she couldn't stand it any longer,
grabbing the back of his neck and digging her nails into his bare
skin she screamed to him 'Fuck me harder Sir! Show me what it's
really like to be punished by you!' He groaned into her breasts
as he began to thrust even harder in her, he lowered his head to
her right nipple, his warm mouth pressed firmly against her
breast, Emma didn't think she could take anymore, he was
thrusting harder and faster, and faster and harder, she clung
onto his shoulders for support as his back became arched as he
longed to give her the biggest orgasm she had ever encountered.
He shuddered as he finally exploded inside of her, and Emma
encountered the most amazing feeling of pleasure she didn't even
think was horrible, moaning loudly as they both came
As quickly as it started Mr Anderson removed himself from her, as
he had collapsed on her fragile body when he had come. Reaching
up to pick up his tie off of the floor he had himself smart and
respectable again in no amount of time. Emma was still lying on
his desk, her chest still heaving and slightly paralysed by
shock. Her shirt and skirt were abandoned somewhere in his
office, and her high cream shoes was all she had left of her
'Miss Johnson, you really are cluttering my desk. Now, I have
work to do if you could please remove yourself from my office.
I'll call you back in again tomorrow. That will be all'