Bedroom Closet

As I closed my coat I smiled, either way it went it would be fun. It was just a mat­ter of when I got fucked now or later.
I walked in like I always do, said hello to every­one I passed and ended up at Simons desk. “I brought you a present” I said, set­ting the bag of cook­ies down in front of him. “Aww, that’s sweet baby, thank you.….” When he turned around he saw his “real” present.

I had found it weeks ago and had just been wait­ing for the per­fect time.  The polo shirt was tight, you could see my pink bra peek­ing through and the but­tons showed the per­fect amount of cleav­age.  The pink ten­nis skirt was per­fect with it and I glanced to make sure we had some pri­vacy before I bent over to show off my match­ing pink g– string.  But what I knew would catch his eye were the knee high white socks and ten­nis shoes.  No body noticed what I was wear­ing when I came in and if they had I’d given myself an alibi by tot­ing a racket.

“I came to visit you today! Aren’t I a good girl?” I cooed in his ear.  “You came to tease me… That makes you a bad girl…” he whis­pered back, look­ing me up and down las­civ­i­ously.  I put on my best fake pout.  There are very few places that are less appro­pri­ate than where Simon works to have sex…which makes it such a temp­ta­tion.   “Alright lit­tle girl… It’s not nice to tease.. I’ll walk you out.”  He quickly pulled my coat closed for the walk and took me by the hand.  I pouted and scuffed my shoes as we walked then real­ized we weren’t headed toward the exit.

Quickly Simon unlocks a door and swings me inside, and takes off my coat.   A pull on the blinds and the empty office was pri­vate. “Good girls don’t tease and pout, are you sure you’re a good girl?”.   “Yes..”  I said push­ing my lip fur­ther into my pout. “Take off your shirt.”.  I pulled off the polo leav­ing on the skimpy lace bra.  “A good girl wouldn’t take off her shirt like a lit­tle slut” he said as he sat at the desk.  I pouted again and began to pull my shirt back on but was stopped when he pulled me onto his lap.

One hand began to fon­dle my breasts as the other went up my skirt and began to fin­ger my pussy. “A good girl wouldn’t have such a hot wet pussy,  only a slut would… Are you sure you’re a good girl?” he asked as his fin­gers dipped fur­ther inside me. “I am a good girl” I whined and he stood me up briefly.  He pulled me back down onto his hard cock, impail­ing me. “A good girl wouldn’t let me fuck her here like a lit­tle slut.”.   My only responce was a moan as I came.   He slid me off his lap and onto my knees and shoved his pussy wet cock into my mouth.   I sucked hard until I could feel that he was about to cum.   “A good girl would swal­low…” he moaned as be gushed down my throat.  I greed­ily drank it all down before ris­ing from my knees. “Told you I was a good girl”.

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