Thursday 15 March 2012

Simple

Walk in.
Grab my arm.
Stand me up.
Straight.
Then march me to the nearest meeting room.  Yes, that's right. March me. By my elbow, me tripping over my high heels trying to keep up.
Bend me over the table, hold my neck in place, my cheek squashed against the hard surface.
Lift my skirt.
Push my knickers aside.
Don't check how wet I am. No need for that.
Take your cock out and fuck me. Hand on my mouth to keep me quiet, drops of my saliva wetting your palms and dripping onto the table.
And when you are done, zip up calmly and leave, without a single glance.

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