Elizabeth was the new executive assistant to Mr. Copeland, an up and coming business director for the company. She was a little intimidated by him, because when he talked to her, he looked her right in her eyes.
She tried hard to look back into his ocean blue eyes, but whenever she did, her hearing faded. She was afraid that her eyes would betray her and reveal her attraction to him. He had those broad shoulders under that suit jacket and when ever he bent his arm, hints of his bicep would show.
While I sat at my desk, he had a habit of standing in front of me and talking. I had a notepad and would periodically gaze over at his bulge. Was it boxer briefs, boxers, no underwear. Sometimes she could see the head of his cock, perfectly outlined in his pants, and would have to turn away, forgetting how much time she spent staring.
Mr. Copeland liked to compliment her on things, “good job on the power point, your perfume smells nice, thanks for staying late.” I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I made sure what he needed was done.
One Thursday night we were both late in the office prepping for his important business meeting at 9am. At 7pm he called me into his office and asked me to present the power point.
As I’m going thru the slides he says “Where’s the information on the Zimmerman account”. My heart sank, I totally forgot to call them, get that information, and put it in the slide. I looked at my notes and I didn’t write it down, then I remembered that he probably mentioned it when I was in LA LA land.
He seemed a little angry. He said that we can’t do the meeting tomorrow without that information. I was so mad at myself and stood by his side, touched his shoulders and said “I’m so sorry, you should punish me for that”. What the hell came out my mouth, I thought.
He said “I should, lay across my lap”. My body was on auto pilot and when he rolled his chair back, I laid across his lap, looking down at those expensive shoes.
He rolled up my skirt, exposing my normal looking panties, wish I wore something sexy. Then he pulled my panties down, exposing my ass.
“You did a bad thing Mrs. Elizabeth, that account is worth a couple of million dollars.” I said “I’m sorry sir, I want to be punished”. His hand was huge and I felt the first slap across my ass, the electricity that generated from that slap, went straight to my clit and shot up my spine. I moaned.
SLAP, a second wave of energy hit me. He was going back and forth between ass cheeks with the same level of intensity. I felt his cock, super hard under my stomach, and wanted nothing more then to pull it out and devour it.
SLAP, waking me up from that cock hungry fantasy as I lay on his lap, dripping from the ass induced pleasure. Please I thought, use me and get that frustration out.
After what seemed like eternity and a few seconds, at the same time, he stopped. When he pulled my panties up, it sent a wave of excitement up my clit when the panties hit my sore ass and touched my pussy.
He rolled my skirt down and helped me up. I was now standing by his side, wetness dripping down my legs. He pulled his chair under his desk and I saw his cock dissappear from my sight, hiding from me under that desk.
He turned to me and looked me straight in my eyes. God I thought, I will do anything you want me to do now, anything, just ask. My heart raced as I waited, say something damn you, you see me standing, you see the streak of wetness down my legs.
He opened his mouth and said “Now go back to your desk, cancel the morning meeting and reschedule it for late in the afternoon.” I turned and walked that uncomfortable wet walk. I sat on my chair and was quickly reminded of what just happened. A moan escaped my lips as my sore ass hit me with pleasure.
I did as he asked and looked up to see him at the door. Right before he left he turned and said “Have a good night Mrs. Elizabeth, see you bright and early in the morning”. I said “Yes Mr. Copeland”. He turned and left me alone in that office.
I leaned back in my chair, closed me eyes, and just melted. I didn’t even realize that my hand went between my legs. In my mind I was getting spanked, while my hands ferociously played with my clit. I moaned his name as I remembered feeling his cock on my stomach.
“Mr. Copeland” I said out loud. My hand was soaked but my eyes stayed closed. With each spank I imagined, my hands got faster, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, I felt the build up deep inside, it wasn’t just in my clit, it was everywhere around it. I let out the loudest moan as I shook in my chair.
My clit was too sensitive, as I slowly stopped, resting my hand next to me. I took a deep breath, opened my eyes and there was Mr. Copeland, watching me, for how long I thought. I sat up embarrassed and he said “Forgot my jacket, thank you for that” and left for real.
I think I’m going to like my Job.
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