“Tell me why this is going on in my office NOW?” she asks with a husky voice. Ms. Hutton leans back against her desk, arms crossed. You can’t help but notice the soft curve of her ass giving a little to the hard wood beneath it. Your cock jumps in reaction to it.
“Well you see we had this bet…” begins, glancing over at you, her eyes wide in fear and confusion. Your boss is clearly not amused as explains that she lost the bet and agreed to service you this ‘one time’ at work. is also obviously working an angle to wriggle out of the rest of the bet. “One time?” Ms. Hutton repeats, turning to look at you, one eyebrow cocked in disbelief.
“Not exactly…” you reply, your cock jumping again, beginning to strain the front of your pants. Being caught no matter the consequence is so much hotter than you had initially anticipated. “And you are quite upset by this situation, I see” she snarls, her eyes burning their way down the front of your body, resting on your hard on.
“Back to your desk, ; I will deal with you shortly.” Ms. Hutton snaps, rising to walk behind her desk. “As for you , we are going to have to discuss the repercussions of your actions, especially being in your leadership position”. “Yes Ma’am” you reply weakly. skitters toward the door. “And close that behind you ”. It clicks and thuds closed, shutting you out completely from the other offices.
“Now, what to do with you and that cock of yours, ” she growls, easing into her leather chair.
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