I go by Emilia and I'm a secretary at a sales department for large software company. I work for the CTO of the organization. Of late, I've been having a few issues with my vehicle and have been coming to burn the midnight oil. Mr. Johnson, my manager and our CTO, is annoyed with me and getting tired of all my justifications.
Today, again my car stalled, and I needed to get a ride to work. I was nearly two hours late.
I made a point to dress decent so perhaps he wouldn't take note. I wore a white shirt, a purple creased skirt, white bra, white elegant undies and tan hold up stockings and heels. I'm a tall young lady, 5'9, and have blondish medium length hair. I have large chest, green eyes, and decently long legs (or so I’m told). My 20th birthday was also just a few weeks ago.
When I finally got into the office, I rushed to my seat. There was a heap of work directly in front of me and I just figured I’d get going and remain as optimistic as possible.
"Emilia, come into my office immediately!"
Fuck, I could tell he was upset. “Coming, Mr. Johnson."
Before I went, I was a little nervous. His office was as imposing as his chiseled jaw and intimidating size.
"Emilia, you do understand this is the 6th time this month, you were over an hour late?"
'It’s my vehicle, sir. I've been working through lunch and staying late whenever possible."
"I'm attempting to maintain a business here. I really want an associate who will be here when I really want her. How many other women would love this job, do you know?
'Please accept my apologies. I swear to you I’ll be on time."
'Em, I’m just tired of your excuses. I think what you really want is a decent beating. As a matter of fact, I believe that you should remove all your clothes and lay across my lap."
"What? Sir, are you joking?" I couldn’t believe his words and I turned a bright shade of pink.
"Assuming you want to keep your job, miss, you'll strip and lay across my lap. Or I'd be happy to hire someone else to take your place.”
I sort of sat there not knowing what to do, trying to decide whether this would be wise for my career or a complete disaster. I truly needed the cash to fix my vehicle, and I truly cherished my work. I decided to simply do as he inquired. Hopefully it would be over quickly.
"Well, girl, hurry up. Take everything off, except your panties, bra, stockings, and heels."
'
Like I mentioned, Mr. Johnson is an intimidating, though charming, individual. He's around fifty years of age and has salt and pepper hair. He's around 6'1" and has an athletic body. He probably stands somewhere around 200 pounds, all lean at that. He has a very sexy voice, and dark hazel eyes. I figured this maybe wouldn’t be so bad.
I stood straight in front of him and stripped down. "Take your panties off and give them to me!" he said.
I pulled my white undies down my legs and got out of them. I gave them to Mr. Johnson. Mr. Johnson then carried my undies to his nose and gave them a smell.
"Fortunate for you, Em, they smell ready. My dear, you have a lovely pussy scent. "Lay on my lap for your punishing!"
I got on his lap with my butt in the air.
"I will beat you multiple times. These are the multiple times you were late. From this point onward, I'll punish you four additional times."
His hand came down once and then again. I could feel my ass stinging. I stayed still. His next few slaps were a lot harder than the initial ones. I really was keeping down the tears.
"Emilia, stand up. I think you should remove your bra and play with your pussy. Do it!”
At this point I would just do whatever he told me; I had no will to do anything otherwise left. Part of me even enjoyed being naked and touching myself in front of him. He was grinning, when I took my bra off, exposing my erect nipples.
"You have a pleasant rack. I want you to pull on your nipples and cup your breasts.”
I was embarrassed. I guess that was the response he was searching for. I rubbed my breasts and pulled at my nipples.
"Lift your breasts up and lick them. Be a good young lady."
I reached up and licked my breasts. I noticed that Mr. Johnson had gotten up and taken his pants off. He pulled his jeans down to his lower legs and gotten out of them. His cock was erect and very hard, as I could see. He was large, around seven inches long.
"I think you should finger your pussy now. Slide your fingers in and out of your cunt."
I was truly humiliated at this point. I wet my finger and put it into my pussy. I screwed myself, while Mr. Johnson stroked his cock.
"Make yourself come. After that I need you to lay in front of me, and I will eat that delightful pussy of yours.”
I did as he told. “Do it quick, Emilia!” he said. “Screw yourself harder. Make that pussy cream for me."
I pushed three fingers inside myself and screwed myself harder. It was so humiliating, however my body was responding and it felt good. I scoured my clit and moved my fingers through my bare pussy.
''I’m going to come now. Oh God. I’m cumming."
"Well done. Come up right in front of me and spread your legs. I will lick your pussy clean. Do it!"
He sat down at his desk as I walked to it. I spread my thighs and Mr. Johnson got into position and put his tongue on my pussy. He was licking all over. It was so relaxing. Then he pushed his tongue through my pussy lips and screwed me with his tongue. My legs were shaking.
I was currently exceptionally horny at this point and crushing my pussy onto his face. He was fucking me with his tongue. My pussy was so wet and he invested a ton of energy in my clit and afterward continued to drive his tongue increasingly deep into my pussy. Now and again, he would simply snack and softly chomp my pussy lips.
"Your cunt is so delicious. I'm truly appreciating licking your pussy. Emilia, come for me.”
I was kicking my pussy into his face. It was so good that I couldn't stop saying, "I'm coming." I'm fucking coming."
Mr. Johnson was drinking my pussy juices. He was lapping them up like a feline.
"Get down on your hands and knees and get off the desk."
I got down on my knees on his floor and got off the desk. Mr. Johnson got my hips and slid his cock into my pussy. He fucked me like a complete slut as he pushed his cock into my creamy pussy. He was snatching my hair and fucking me profound and hard. I could feel his balls slapping into my ass.
"Emilia, you're pussy feels far better on my cock. Each time you're late, I'll screw you. Any little blunder that you make, you'll need to please physically me. You’ll be my little cum dump."
Mr. Johnson started taking his cock completely out of my pussy and afterward jamming it back in. It was exceptionally embarrassing to having my supervisor screw me. However, my body was responding. I could barely think straight.
"Your pussy is so succulent. Emilia, you must be enjoying it, don't you?"
I barely knew the words coming out of my mouth. "I love that you're dealing with me like a prostitute. Your cock feels quite a bit better in my pussy. I'm your extremely filthy secretary, who adores your cock."
With that I let out an enormous shout. Mr. Johnson hauled his cock out of my pussy as I came.
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I got dressed and returned to my work area. I was trusting that no one heard us. I simply carried on with my day. The rest of the day, Mr. Johnson just behaved very normally around me. That day, you would have no idea that we had sex at all. It was only the same old thing.
There have been bunches of fascinating things that occurred, however those are stories for some other time.
