From a Woman’s POV

From a Woman’s POVWhen I told Sarah that I would get it in the neck from my boss on Monday, she replied, “That’s not the only place you’ll be getting it!” … I can’t say she was wrong.My name is Louise and I hold a very powerful and responsible position to the public. Trouble is, though, that my boss is even more powerful.When I went into his office at 9.01 am that Monday, it wasn’t just my boss that was in the room. The under-secretary was there pouring himself a coffee; but that didn’t stop Mr P from giving me the usual derogatory butt squeeze under the tail of my suit jacket.I wore a skirt today – knowing what I’d be walking right into. I also didn’t wear any underwear, to save the time and embarrassment: Escort Bayan something that I now regret, since he didn’t wear a condom that day.Mr P is a very large man in stature: tall and very fat. He reprimanded me for those things that I said in public at the weekend right in front of the US, and practically came him the full view of my arse cheeks as he stuffed his hand under my skirt, caressing my thigh. The US finally took his leave at that point and closed the office door behind him.”Just get it over with,” I said to him.He didn’t mess about today. No. Once his hand got far enough underneath my suited skirt to find out that I was going commando, he Bayan escort turned my body round by my hips and pushed me over onto the filing cabinet.He lifted my skirt right over my arse, folding the material over so that it rested at my hips. He wasn’t attractive at all, and even though I didn’t ask for this experience, I suppose the prior knowledge of what was going to happen enabled my body to be prepared for him.The zipper on his trouser echoed through the wooden furniture. His manhood wasn’t very impressive in size at all; it’s quite thick and fat, but barely half the average length of men I’ve experienced.No matter how many times I’ve taken his thickness, it Escort still pressed my lips against my thighs as he entered me from behind.I knew the drill, and so did he. I didn’t make a sound while he was doing me. He didn’t seem to mind and after the occasional grope of my tits through the silk of my white blouse and a half a dozen or so of forceful, pensive thrusts into me, that’s when it dawned on me how much I regretted not wearing any underwear.It was clear, then, that once his floppy prick spluttered out of me and a trail of mucus followed that he hadn’t worn a condom for me. He didn’t even give me the time to clean myself up before throwing me out into the hallway.I could feel the stuff trickling down my naked thigh whilst I made my way to the bathroom across the filled office block. No wonder he was was eager, I thought, once I assessed the full mess he made in me. But I guess I can’t complain too much. I shouldn’t have been a naughty girl and let my mouth go in public.