The New Girl at Work

I wait all day for him to beckon me over. He instructed me not to move, for my feet to remain flat on the floor and my hands under the desk, but not on my cunt. I sit just outside his office, waiting. Papers are stacked neatly before me. The only movements I have made were to shift when my ass was becoming numb, and to lean forward only to realize I had no interest in the papers before me. At noon he ordered me a pasta salad and himself a sandwich. I offered to order lunch but he looked at me and smirked.
When the food came he sat beside me, lifting forkfuls into my mouth until I nodded that I was full. I thanked him for such kindness and went back to simply sitting and waiting.
My mind began to run tracks. It spiraled in circles to keep me busy. Thinking, guessing, getting distracted over nothing, counting angles, cracks, corners, and divots.
I wear a tight blouse. When I came in that morning, I stood in his office. He had me lift my skirt to my waist and take off my panties in the center of his office. I placed them on his desk. I was embarrassed that they were purple with little silver stars, but he only smiled, almost affectionately. I pulled my skirt back down and he had me remove my blouse. I took off my bra, placing it on top of my underwear on the corner of his desk.
For the first time since I entered, he stood, erection clearly outlined in his pants. He strokes it casually as he walks towards me and places the longest of kisses on my throat.
That kiss will burn for the rest of the day.
I put my blouse back on, nipples clearly erect through the thin purple cotton of the shirt. There is no hiding my arousal. I can smell my cunt simply standing there.
He gives me his rigid instructions and I simply sit just outside his office, listening to him make deals and take phone calls.
Every time he walks out I look up at him and smile. At first, my smiles betrayed me with their expectation. He would look down at me each time and smile back, sometimes even letting his fingers slide across my desk, but he never stopped. He would give his other employees instructions, orders, commands, but I only received those brief smiles.
The other women in the office glare at me with disdain. They watch as I remain motionless, save head turns and slight leans. They are displeased with my ease at his directions. Whereas his commands to them are cold and professional, our smiles are soft, and less than furtive. I swell at being his favorite girl and it is the only thought I need to cum at night or grow damp right there in the office.
I would watch him as he gave orders, the grey trousers tenting slightly, the gleam off of his cufflinks making me stir in my seat.
By 11, though, my smiles were simply to let him know that if this was his order, I was pleased to fulfill it. Itches remain ignored, coughs uncovered. I fight with a lock of hair which has fallen callously into my eyes.
From my desk, I could lean my head slightly and watch him, but he never took notice of me. At 11:54 he winked at me and I felt my whole body flush and my cunt grow wet. At 1:28 he saw me watching him. I licked my lips and he smiled before turning away.
And at 4:27 he came out of his office and stood next to me. He took my hand and lifted it front the desk, helping me to a stand.
He leads me into his office and closes the door, not letting go of my hand as he silently walks me around to his desk. I stand, hips just barely grazing the edge, and he returns to sit in his chair, hands resting on my hips. He lifts my skirt slowly, and I feel his breath on my ass. There are still bruises from where I displeased him yesterday.
"You've tried to be a good girl for me all day, haven't you?"
"Yes, Sir." My arms rest at my sides, but my fingers tremble with the electricity which has no other escape.
"You learned your lesson from yesterday, haven't you?"
I nod quickly, almost over zealously. Yesterday I came in after a long day dream about nothing, and was not wet to his satisfaction. My ass paid the price.
"Do you remember my instructions this morning?"
I nod, curling my fingers into my hands. "Yes, Sir."
"Tell me, baby."
"Keep my hands on the desk and my feet on the floor."
His hand comes down in a sharp pain on my ass. "And?"
I gasp, swallow, and tremble all the more. "And stay wet for you, Sir."
"Good girl." He slowly pushes me down until my chest meets the desk. He opens my legs slowly, and I step them out inch by inch.
I try and keep my breath steady as my heart starts to pound. I have tried to be such a good girl for him - I have tried to make him so proud of his girl.
When my legs are spread I hear him smile. He can see my cunt glisten. His fingers trail my thighs, delicately, softly, lovingly. I have made him proud, and it means the world to me.
He leans forward and begins to lick my wet clit. I immediately moan louder than I anticipated, pushing back against him. He lets me as he begins to lap at my soaked cunt, his tongue running up and down over my lips, sliding between them to my clit.
I push back hard against his face, begging over and over again for more and more. I ache against his tongue I am so wet. He begins to tease, the more I grind, pulling his tongue back and holding my thighs in place.
I struggle a little and he sits back.
"I thought you were my good little girl?"
"I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to, it was a stupid reaction."
"I don't believe you're sorry, baby."
His hand lands on my ass so hard I slam against his desk. I know there will be bruises. I will wear them with competing pride and shame.
"Please, Sir. Please forgive me for being such a greedy little cunt." He hits me again. "I beg you, Sir, please forgive me for being such a wanton whore in front of your face, trying to get more of your tongue. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry."
He spreads my thighs more with his hands and goes back to sucking on my clit. I cry out in a noise indistinguishable from when he hit me. I have, once again, learned my lesson and refuse to move. His hands pulls back and only graze my thighs in a test of my will and want. I want him more. I want to be a good girl.
He is drowning in my cum as it drips down his tongue. He licks only hard enough to make me desperate. And though I am aching for more of his tongue, he knows it will only make me long for his cock.
It takes everything inside me not to move backwards and he rewards me with more of his tongue. I know his chin, his lips are covered with my juices. I boldly know how much he loves to taste me by the way he devours me. He leans back and I gasp, but refuse to whimper. I don't want to disappoint him with my greed.
He slides two fingers into my cunt, juices dripping down my thighs. I moan again, trying not to buck against him as his thick, longer fingers begin to pound my cunt without mercy.
"You like being my good little girl, right?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You like how much attention I pay to you and your pretty pussy, right?"
I scream a little louder as I affirm, "Yes, Sir."
I want more - tears begin to well in my eyes as he stretches my eager slit. "You want to make me proud, right baby?"
"Yes, please, Sir, please." I beg, my face down on the desk, my knees buckling and my nails digging into the papers on his desk.
"Then come for me, baby. Be a good girl for me and cum."
I scream, not caring who can hear. I cum on his fingers, my pussy squeezing and pulsing around them, cum dripping down his forearm to his beautiful French cuffs and sparkling cufflinks.
His fingers stay inside me as my body twitches with tiny aftershocks. His other hand rubs the small of my back softly. My breathing is shallow and ineffective, and I continue to tremble.
"Good girl. You've been a good girl." I nod, laying my head down on the desk. His hand slides from my cunt. "Turn around, baby." I slowly stand and turn, my knees almost buckling underneath me. I lean back against the desk, skirt still up around my waist. He holds his fingers to my lips and I lick them clean for him.
"Baby, I want you to go sit at your desk until 5:00. Put on your coat and sit in my car until I get there."
He may be hours before he comes, but I will wait. I will be his good girl.