My Office. Interview

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“You wanted to see me, sir?”Helen knocked hesitantly and put her head around the open door. Her boss, Neil, was renowned for his curt emails, but the three-word message she had just received from him was abrupt, even by his usual standards.”Yes. Come in. Shut the door. Sit down.” His terse manner continued.She entered his spacious, luxurious office nervously. Suddenly her skirt felt very short as he glanced across at her. She tugged the hem down over her thighs.It was Friday and after four o’clock. Most people had already gone home. Why did he want to see her at this hour? She knew she was in trouble. She sat down, choosing the small upright chair rather than the couch.He ignored her for a moment, typing out an email at his desk. Then he spun round on his chair to face her, but said nothing. She looked up at him, trying to stay calm. She could only briefly maintain contact with his large, dark brown eyes before averting her gaze. His mouth and lips were stern but inviting. He had a strong jawline and greying stubble that came and went. He was wearing a smart suit, as usual.She loved the way his large hand would touch his tie and then brush along his slim thigh to his knee. He was so hot. And she was feeling really horny, having spent what she thought was set to be the last fifteen minutes of her working day reading Lush Stories.”How long have you been with us now, Helen?” He asked, breaking the awkward silence at last.”Five months and eight days, sir,” she said.”That’s very precise! Hmm. And on the whole, your work has been good. Have you liked working here?””Yes, sir.””Unfortunately, there are a couple of issues that have come up.”Helen gulped. “Issues, sir?””Yes. Issues. Firstly, there’s your internet use. What is this site… Lush Stories?”Shit. Fuck. How had he found out about that? She always used a private browsing window. Wasn’t that safe? Obviously not. There was no point in trying to deny it. He must have some evidence. She felt her cheeks glowing with embarrassment.”Umm, it’s… a stories site, sir.””Yes, evidently. And what sort of stories?” A hint of a smirk appeared at the edge of his mouth.”Sort of…  erotic stories, sir.””I see. And are these erotic stories relevant to your work here, Helen?””Well, no sir, I’m sorry sir, I won’t do it again, sir.” She looked down at her shoes.”And then the other thing. I’ve heard rumours. Rumours of inappropriate behaviour with colleagues in the workplace.”Fuck. Double fuck. Kevin had said he would keep his mouth shut. But obviously, he’d been bragging to his mates about that blow job last week.”If it was just rumours, perhaps I could ignore them. But then I was sent this sound recording, anonymously. Have a listen.”He clicked a file on his computer screen. Oh shit. Triple fuck. The bastard hadn’t just bragged about it. He must have recorded it on his bonus veren siteler phone.”Now that, Helen, is definitely your giggle, isn’t it?”She squirmed in her chair. She couldn’t deny it. She knew she had a very distinctive laugh.”And what’s going on there? What’s that kind of squelching noise?”She remembered noticing that Kevin’s phone had been in his pocket, just a few inches from her slurping lips.”You’ve completed our online training course on appropriate behaviour in the workplace, haven’t you, Helen?””Umm, yes, sir.””So, I know that it wasn’t directly covered in that video course, but would you think that giving a colleague a blow job, in his office, during working hours, would count as appropriate behaviour, or inappropriate?”Her cheeks were bright red with embarrassment and she felt she was starting to sweat. But her nipples were tingling at the sound of his deep, sexy voice talking about her cock-sucking.”Inappropriate,” she mumbled.”Indeed. Inappropriate.”There was another tense silence.”We have to take these things very seriously you know, Helen. I fired Kevin this morning.  And I’m afraid we can’t be seen to have double standards. The same principles must apply to women as well as men.”Shit. She was going to lose her job. Just because of playing around on Lush and sucking off one guy at work. “Oh, no, I really have to keep this job, please, sir!” she stammered. “You said my work had been good. I like my work here. I really enjoy working under you. I’ll work harder… Please, Neil, sir, I’ll do anything!” She looked up at him, her eyes wide open, welling up with tears, pleading, “Anything,” he repeated, firmly. He stroked his stubbly chin, and she watched his hand slide down over his tie and then along his thigh. He explored her with his eyes, looking at her tight white blouse, her short skirt, her bare knees.Was he thinking what she was thinking? Or was that just her dirty mind, fantasizing after having read so many erotic stories?”Yes, sir. Anything to keep my job. Whatever you ask. Anything at all, sir.” She bit her lip, trying to control herself, but couldn’t help parting her knees slightly, giving his eyes more to look at.”Well, it would be a shame to lose you. And Kevin had form, I’d already given him a warning over a previous incident. So we might be able to keep you on. But you will need to show that you will do as you’re told. And you will have to be punished.” “Oh, thank you, sir! I would be so grateful! I will do anything you ask. But, punished, sir? How?” she asked, her voice shaking. She looked at his big, strong hands. What would they feel like on her body? Did he somehow know about her spanking fetish? Did he know exactly which stories she had been reading? Her buttocks twitched in anticipation. “Anything,” he repeated again. “Take your top off, bedava bahis Helen.””What! Sir! No, I can’t do anything like that, I’m a happily married woman!” She struggled to hide her excitement, but with little success. Her cheeks flushed bright red and her tongue flicked over her lips. Her breathing quickened and she realized her hands had clenched tightly around the edge of her chair.He looked at her, with the hint of a grin appearing at the edge of those attractive lips. “Ah, the lady doth protest too much! Do as you’re told, Helen. You did say you’d do anything,” he said, in a deep, commanding tone.”Oh, but sir, no, please, I didn’t think you meant anything like that!”Her fingers toyed with the top button of her blouse, hesitating. Could she take it off? Should she? Was she being tested? Would it end there, or would he want more?”Go on, take it off,” he said, firmly, watching her fingers as they played with the button. After a few more moments of hesitation, she popped it open. His eyes followed her hand down as she undid the buttons one by one. She rolled her shoulders, slipping the silky material off her arms and dropping it on the floor.”There’s a good girl,” he said, his voice dropping to a deep growl. “Very nice.” His eyes lingered on her cleavage, rising and falling in her little white bra. “Thank you, sir,” she said, “of course I will do what you ask, within reason.”He took off his jacket and put it on the back of his chair, then went over to a cupboard in the corner of his office and unlocked it. She watched nervously as he took something out of the cupboard and came back towards her.”Sir, what’s that for?””Stand up. Come here, Helen. Hold out your hands.”She stood up and watched with mixed feelings of horror and excitement as he came towards her holding two thick leather cuffs. “Sir! No! What do you want?” she gasped.”I want you. And your total submission. Give me your wrists.” He looked into her eyes.She froze, her hands down by her sides. Total submission. If she offered him her wrists, she would be acquiescing to that. Agreeing to allow him to do whatever he wanted with her. No way, said her head. She couldn’t surrender control so completely. Even though he was so good-looking. Even though she had said she’d do anything. No, she couldn’t. She was a happily married woman, she reminded herself. Well, fairly happily married.But her rational head was contradicted by her pulsing pussy. And by the part of her brain that her pussy was directly connected to. The part of her brain that loved the stories on Lush, especially the ones in the BDSM category. The part of her mind that yearned for the kind of treatment she knew she would never get from her husband. She held her wrists out towards him. Her arms trembled, and her pussy clenched and moistened with the thrill and deneme bonus anticipation of how he was going to punish her.He put the black leather cuffs around her wrists and tied the buckles firmly. They were joined together by a nylon strap.His hands took hold of her shoulders and pushed her back against the wall. He pulled the strap up, hauling her arms above her head, and looped the strap over a large hook on the wall behind her. He stood back and smiled at her, tied and exposed, her breathing rapid, her breasts rising and falling in that sexy bra that was a couple of sizes too small for her.”So, whatever happened to happily married Helen?” he asked, triumphantly and teasingly.”Sir, well, I mean, I know I said about being married, but… I’ve seen the way you look at me, and, well, I, my husband doesn’t, you know, always, I mean, I have needs that… and I find you attractive, sir, so…”He interrupted her burbling. “So, what next, Helen? Skirt, I think.” His fingers found the side zip and undid it. Her skirt was tight and needed a firm tug before it dropped to the floor.”Very nice. Matching knickers.”She stood helpless in front of him as his eyes took in the curves of her hips and thighs. His gaze seemed to be penetrating her already, through her little white panties. He licked his lips but said nothing.The silence was broken by a ring tone. “Is that your phone, Helen?” He picked it up from the floor next to the chair where she had left it.  “Chris. Who’s Chris?””He’s my husband, sir.””Your husband!” he grinned, “Well, you’d better talk to him then, hadn’t you, happily married Helen! Tell him you might be late home tonight.””What? Shit, no! I can’t talk to my husband like this, in my underwear, with my hands tied up above my head!”  But Neil flicked the phone on and held it up to her face with his left hand. His right hand went behind her back and began to finger her bra strap. “Hello… Yes, I’m fine. I might be a bit late home tonight, sorry… Well, it’s just that…” What could she say? She didn’t like lying to him. She took inspiration from the cuffs holding her wrists over her head. “I’m a bit tied up at work this afternoon.” There was a click as the hooks on her bra strap snapped open. She took a sharp intake of breath as the loose bra slipped forward and those fingers moved around to the front, reaching up under the lace. Neil’s hand cupped her breast, lifting, massaging and squeezing her soft flesh, while she tried to maintain the conversation with Chris.”What? Out of breath? No, I’m fine, really. Just under a bit of pressure in the office at the moment.” Her nipple stiffened in response to the pinching and tweaking it was being subjected to. “I’ll come as soon as I can.”  She couldn’t hang up the call, so she would have to wait until her husband did. She tried to stifle the urge to moan in response to the fingers teasing and twisting her nipples. Fuck, that felt so good. If only Chris would do that to her.”Okay, I should go. See you soon,” she gasped. At last, her husband hung up, and Helen breathed a sigh of relief that turned into a soft moan.

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