Power Play – Part 4

He enters the meeting room and looks at her, a perplexed look on his face. “Where is everybody else?”

She walks over to close the door, locks it and turns to look at him. “Nobody else is coming. I want to see your presentation first, before anyone else. It’s all set up, go ahead.” She gestures for him to take the lead.

As he brings up his presentation she closes the blinds and turns off the lights. He brings up the first slide and is mid sentence when he stops, mouth open. She is sat with her legs wide. No underwear. “Keep going.” She demands.

He is instantly hard and tries to concentrate on his words. He looks over again. Now she’s stroking her pussy. It glistens in the light, her wetness hard to conceal.

He stumbles on his words, getting hot and very hard. She stands up and struts over on her high heels. She stands close to him, playing with his tie, whispering in his ear. “I can see you’re not quite ready.” She pulls his tie hard towards her so their faces are almost touching. She kisses him gently, sucking on his lower lip, her hands undoing his tie simultaneously. He moves his hands to grab her hips, but she pushes him away.

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Power Play – Part 3

“I’m not happy with that, we need to take another look. Work on it some more.” She’s on a conference call and is in a bad mood. It’s a Friday afternoon and she is tense, stressed and ready for a beer.

She is laid back on the chair, her bare brown legs laid out on the desk. As she is alone she doesn’t bother hiding the fact her lacy red knickers are on show.

She hears the door close and looks up from her desk just as he locks it. What the hell is he up to? She quickly removes her legs from the desk and sits upright. “What are you doing here?” She mouths angrily. He responds with a shrug of his shoulders smirking at her, unmoving.

She scribbles on a bit of paper. Get the fuck out! He stares at her shaking his head. He attempts to grab the pen, but fumbles with it and accidentally knocks it to the floor. She looks at him curiously as he disappears underneath the desk, still trying to maintain conversation.

Power Play – Part 2

He is about to exit the building when he stops abruptly. The office emptied hours ago and he should be leaving to. Instead he finds himself turning around and retracing his steps back towards her office. Why am I feeling guilty? What did she want to talk about?

As he moves closer to her office door, he slows down, an intrigued look on his face. The door is slightly ajar. He can hear faint murmuring noises coming from within. He takes a step closer and peers in. He is instantly hard again.

The sight before him is almost unbelievable. Her skirt and shirt is no longer required, thrown on the floor next to her knickers. She has placed herself in front of the mirror on her chair, legs hooked over the armrests and high heels still firmly in place. Her bra has been pulled down, breasts pushed out, nipples hard. Her pussy is fully on show and is still incredibly wet. She strokes it slowly, rubbing his cum and her juices together. He watches, his mouth wide open, his cock getting harder. She lifts two wet fingers up and slowly slides them into her mouth, tasting them and licking them clean. What a Dirty Bitch. He is resisting touching himself, enjoying the show and wanting to see more. She slides them into her pussy and starts fingering herself. Her moans are growing louder now as she thrusts upwards into her own fingers. Her fingers work furiously fucking herself hard and fast. She never takes her eyes off the reflection.

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Power play

She’s pacing back and forth in her office, getting increasingly annoyed as time ticks by. He’s fucking late again. She looks at the clock on the wall. 15 minutes late to be exact. Who does he think he is making me wait? I’m his fucking boss!

At that thought there is a rap at the door. She takes a moment to compose herself and briefly glances in the mirror. Looking pretty hot, she thinks to herself. She eyes herself up and down through her glasses, admiring how she looks in her crisp white shirt, black pencil skirt, stockings and black heels.

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Lost in a film

They are watching a film, cuddling on the sofa. She rests her head on his chest and his arm is gently resting on her shoulder. They both feel it. That energy resonating through them both as their bodies touch.

They sit and watch the film for a few minutes, when she feels a tickling on her neck from his beard. Next, she feels the warmth of his breath turn into a gentle kiss on the back of her neck. Her hairs stand on end and she stirs, feeling a fire igniting between her legs. More kisses on her neck, a gentle bite. She is trying to resist turning to kiss him, enjoying him nuzzling her neck for as long as possible. She notices how hard he is through his jeans. She closes her eyes, enjoying the sensation and thinking about how much she wants to kiss him. Voices from the film she knows and loves melt into the background. She takes a deep breath and inhales his scent, expelling a shuddering whimper as she breathes out.

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My Mistress And I, Plus One

I’m my hotel room, pacing back and forth in nervous anticipation. She’ll be here soon and I can barely contain my excitement. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I don’t consider myself a vain person, but I appreciate the reflection looking back at me. My black camisole fits snugly, the delicate material hugging my small perky breasts, inviting my nipples to make an appearance. The thin straps hang perfectly on my olive brown shoulders. My lacey black knickers have a bow in the middle to match my pull up stockings. I turn around to get a look at myself from behind. My ass looks pert and very spankable. She’ll like that. The combination of looking at myself and thinking of her causes a stir between my legs. I gently slip my hand under my knickers, the soft lace inviting me in further. I pull my hand out and resist temptation. She won’t be happy with me pleasuring myself without her present.

My thoughts are interrupted by a knocking at the door. She’s here. I take a deep breath and I open the door. There she is. She is sexy without even trying. Her long dark hair tumbles loosely over her cream coat, a stunning contrast. Our eyes meet. No words of greeting are needed. I step back to let her in. I close the door and turn around.