It was a Friday afternoon when my Mistress started chatting with me. After a while, she asked if there was anyone else around. That is usually the start of getting naughty. The only other person on our floor was my manager. She asked if I had ever flirted with him. I said yes, but that I hadn't taken it any further because he was a married man. When I added that it was meant innocently, she got angry with me. How could I be so careless with a man's feelings?

I offered the excuse that he was married, but she didn't consider that a valid reason. I had been in the wrong for stirring up his feelings by flirting and then not following through. She asked what I was wearing, and I told her a summer dress. She ordered me to take off my underwear and make sure he clearly saw that I had done so. Once he noticed, I had to remain available. I wasn't allowed to leave it at just a flirtation if he wanted to give in to it. That was his choice, and she insisted that I give myself to him if he did.

I did as she demanded. I removed my panties and my bra. It felt like my bosom was relieved to leave the restraints of my bra. It felt good how they nestled against the fabric of my dress. With a pounding heart—and already quite aroused—I went to his office. I took along a report that wasn't finished yet. I stood seductively in the doorway and asked if he had a moment. He was pleasantly surprised by my demeanor. I asked for his opinion on a passage in the report, and he asked me to show it to him. I sat down at the conference table, opened the document, and asked if he wanted to take a look. He came to stand close beside me.

I turned halfway toward him and looked up. My dress fell open at the front, making my breasts clearly visible. He looked without hesitation. After a moment, he looked at me and said, "Oh Elise, why are you doing this?" It wasn't a question. His hand moved down to my shoulder, and with a fluid motion, he slid it behind my head and into my dress, guiding it toward my breast. We both felt my nipple harden in response. His other hand slid to my other breast, and together we savored the sensation of my hardened nipples pressing against his palms. It was late afternoon, and we were the only ones left on our floor. He told me to meet him in the guest lounge further down the hall. He had a phone call to make.

I stood up and headed to the lounge via my office, pausing for a moment to reflect on what I had started and where it might lead. I didn't have much time to think, though, as he was already standing behind me. Standing there, he took one of my hands and raised it to the back of my head. On that same side, he slid his hand into the wide armhole of my sleeveless dress, moving it toward my breast and aroused nipple. He leaned in from the other side and kissed my neck. "Oh, Elise, why are you doing this?" he asked again, while giving my breast a delicious squeeze and stimulating my nipple with his palm.

He whispered that he wanted to be sure I meant it, and told me to place my other hand behind my head myself. The moment he said it, I knew he was going to take things further than I had originally intended. This was much more in line with what Mistress wanted from me. The way his hand stimulated my breast made up my mind quickly. I brought my other hand behind my head as well, effectively offering myself up to him. His other hand slid inside my dress, and he redoubled his efforts to stimulate me. He instructed me to lean slightly forward against his hands. I did as he asked and noticed my posture becoming even more alluring; to compensate, my bottom naturally tilted back and I arched my back.

He let his hand slide out from under my dress and down along my proud torso. He asked if I wasn't wearing panties, either. I moaned as he squeezed my breast at the same time. I could hear the arousal in his voice when he told me to spread my legs a little. Meanwhile, his hand had slid along my leg, inching my dress upward until he had a grip on the hem. Then, in one fluid motion, he pulled the dress up to where I could grab hold of it. No words were needed. Both his hands slid down now and found my wet sex. "Oh Elise, why are you doing this?" I heard him whisper.

With the fingers of one hand, he stimulated my labia, which soon parted, swollen and engorged. My clitoris lay exposed and vulnerable as I opened up completely. His other hand had undone his trousers by now, and I felt his manhood stirring against my buttocks. Holding my hands behind my head, he guided me to the sofa and slowly lowered me forward until my face touched the cushions. I turned my head toward the backrest, feeling a need for protection. He had me kneel on the couch. For a moment, I felt only his hips against my body, but soon after, I felt him leaning over me, naked. He held my breasts while I felt him getting ready to slide inside of me. The head of his hard cock pushed impatiently against my lips.

Slowly the head pried an opening by pushing stronger on my moist lips. We both groaned from the pleasure it gave us. It wasn't rough, but firm, controlled, and powerful. At first, he fucked me with great control, but I soon noticed he was struggling to hold back. I encouraged him with soft whimpers and animalistic sounds rising from my throat. I wanted to feel his power, his strength, his masculinity, his orgasm, and his fertile seed. He varied his position until he sensed he had found the perfect angle. This made me extremely sensitive, and it didn't take long for the pressure to build toward my first orgasm. I focused on the head of his cock sliding into my pussy, and when the pressure pushed me over the edge, I squeezed his thick cock as hard as I could with my pussy. I climaxed—causing a tight, squeezing sensation around his cock—and heard him cry out in pleasure as he filled me completely with his semen.

We lay on the sofa for a while to catch our breath and talk about sex. That quickly got us both aroused again. He lifted me up and—to my horror—carried me out into the hallway leading to his office. Luckily, there was no one around, but being naked in that hallway stirred something deep inside me. He set me down and ordered me to clasp my hands behind my head again. He told me that, from then on, this was my "punishment position."

He led me to his private bathroom and made me look into the full-length mirror. He admired my body and gave me instructions on how to stand so I looked even more beautiful, alluring, sexy, and aroused. He ordered me to look at him and hold his gaze. Then he turned me a quarter-turn toward him; I was standing with my right side facing the mirror. He showed me my own outline and told me he had been trying to look at it every day for a long time. He lifted my left leg. My pussy was now fully exposed, and he stepped up to my left side, making it clear he meant what he’d said. I felt his cock—dangerously hard again—aiming right at my naked, spread-open pussy. It reminded me of how he’d just fucked me, and the desire in my body was palpable in my belly. I glanced at him cautiously to see if my body was right and if I was about to be fucked again. I nudged my hips slightly toward him—just enough for him to notice—and he said again, "Oh Elise, why do you do this?"

He moved toward me, carefully sliding the tip of his cock between my labia. He grabbed my hips and fucked me at a delicious pace, driving his long, thick cock deep into my pussy with every thrust. Our breathing quickened. He turned my backside toward the sink so I could better handle his thrusts. We reveled in that raw, vigorous passion—the way nature intended between man and woman. Finally, his thrusts grew even more intense and deep. With a glorious final thrust, I felt his head swell. His breath hitched. He pulled back slightly, then—with a firm shove—pressed his whole body against mine and began shooting his load deep inside me.

Luckily, he kept a firm hold on me, as my legs were no longer obeying me. He lowered my leg and lifted me backward onto the spacious sink. He slid me back against the mirror and planted my feet wide apart on the edge. My pussy lay beautifully open before him. He used his tongue to heighten my arousal even more, but that wasn't all he wanted. He waited until his semen began to leak out, mixed with my own juices. He tried to catch it with his fingers to keep it from dripping onto the sink, but that wasn't enough. Eventually, he began spreading it in ever-widening circles until my entire pubic area, thighs, and belly were coated in our mingled fluids. His fingers caressing my clit and labia made me incredibly horny. Once the leaking had subsided, he lowered his head between my thighs. His tongue felt heavenly after the sensation of his fingers.

He slid a few more fingers into my pussy, searching for my G-spot. The combination of his fingers rhythmically hitting my G-spot and his tongue on my clit made me shudder with desire. I closed my eyes, feeling like I was in heaven. Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore. I reached down and pulled his head firmly toward me—though gently enough not to smother him. His tongue darted even faster over my sex, and his fingers fucked me with even greater intensity. I could feel him bringing me to the brink of orgasm. I clamped my thighs tightly around his head.

My body began to convulse, lifting my bottom right off the sink; it felt almost as if I were fucking his head. Finally, his fingers hit the perfect spot, and I climaxed intensely. My body jerked even harder, though the rhythm slowed. I held him so tight between my thighs. He tried to push himself away with his hands, but I was just a little stronger during those fifteen to twenty seconds. Gasping loudly, he got up and cried out, "Oh Elise, why are you doing this to us?" We took a moment to catch our breath as he lovingly ran his hands over my body. Finally, he took a moment to smell my crotch. He said the scent was perfect for me and told me to wear it.