t the top of my pants.

"Faster ime, bitch" you hiss under your breath. "Or I swear I'll make

you cum in your pants and walk all around the office all day with cum

stains on your crotch."

I nod in fear, my eyes not meeting yours, but my treacherous cock jumps at

the threat.

"Now lean forward, as if you're studying the reports."

As you tinue lecturing me on the reports, your left hand slips down my

bad into my loosened up trousers. "A bit more, bitch" you order me as

your shoulder nudges my own forward. I obey, allowing your hand to reach

past my shirt-tails and into my asscrack.

"Hmm.. this wouldn't do," you murmur. "Undo your zipper all the way."

I let out a low whimper of protest as you effectively order me to undress

in a room full of people, but I do nothing but obey. My little cock

twitches violently ihe lacy girl pahat you ordered me to wear

for the day.

Once my zipper is undone, you push your hand deeper into my pants, slipping

it uhe elastid of my pao cup my left butt-cheek. After a

few seds of massaging my globes, you reach further in, running your

index and middle fingers down my cratil they are positioned just

outside my her entrahen, in one smooth motion, you hook your

middle finger and stab it into my boyt, elig a startled gasp from

me. You push the thick digit in as far as you , whi that position

means only up to the sed knuckle. A passing colleague looks up from her

photocopied dot with a quizzical look, probably at my sudden

not-so-quiet gasp, but at a smile from you tinues on her way.

It is all I do to keep from moaning and whimpering as you finger-fuck

me virtually in full view of all of our other co-workers, all the while

explaining to me about the mistakes I made when geing the

reports. After a couple minutes or so you add another fio the one

currently ravaging me and redouble the speed of the fuck. "You see that,"

you say loudly, your hand w my boyt hard enough to actually lift

me off the chair at every in-stroke. "The total is wrong, you fot to

take into at the previous year's balance. Do you uand?" The

question is emphasized with a particularly vicious jab of your fingers.

"Y-nnnggghh! Yes Sir!" Oh god. Now everyone's going to know that there's

something weird going on. You grin down at me, relishing my red-faced

embarrasment.

After a few more minutes of the molestation, you pull your hand out from

under my panties and bring your arm around the other side of me. I realise

I've beehing hard and try to relax, but then I see your

assjuice-stained fingers in front of my face, wiggling as if invitio

taste them. Y them closer and nudge my lips with them.

"Suck it. Suck my fingers of your own pussyjuice," you whisper to me.