Zena gets to the office early, this is a landmark day, her last at the company. She’s leaving with the boss’s blessing and a glowing reference to take up an exciting new job. No doubt there’ll be some sort of goodbye gathering later. Following which Zena intends to resolve some unfinished business.
Her boss, Drew, who she admires greatly and lusts after secretly has been consistently professional and correct in his behaviour towards Zena, who in turn has proved an exceptional colleague. However, there’s been a subtle change of late, since announcing her departure Zena’s noticed him checking her out, apparently particularly taken by her derriere. To be honest she’s played up to these discreet appraisals with her sartorial choices: tops a tad tighter, skirts a smidge shorter, nothing overly obvious.
Previously prudent in avoiding a career-damaging workplace romance, Zena now plans a special leaving present. The spin being she’ll be presenting it to him. Or will she?
Sat at her desk Zena discards her commuting socks and trainers, swapping them for heels. Looks arounds to check no one is looking, then slides her knickers off too; it’s time to be bold. Under her skirt she now wears only opaque hold ups. Zena’s not one of the bare-legged girls who shiver on the train, sacrificing warmth for the sake of fashion. Besides, men have been known to like stockings….
The day goes well, co-workers seemingly genuinely sad to see her depart and Drew’s short speech an appreciative testament to her time at the firm. Once everyone else has departed Zena locks the front door and walks purposefully into Drew’s office.
“Still here?” He looks up surprised. ” You’re free, Zena. No longer a company woman.”
“We’re each free to do whatever we wish, Drew, and we have the place to ourselves,” Zena responds with Eryaman Rus Escort a meaningful look. Wow, using his Christian name is strange after two years of ‘Mr Collins’.
“I’ve seen you looking at me recently.” Zena sits on his desk and undoes a couple of blouse buttons, crosses her legs, exposing generous amounts of silky thigh, dangles a shoe from painted toes, could she be any more obvious? Her pose is blatant and straightforward, hey, what’s the worst can happen? No way she can get fired. “You’ve been the perfect gentleman employer, but here’s a hint, while I always expect to be treated with respect, I sometimes also like to be treated more” – Zena searches for the best word – “assertively”.
Drew leans back in his chair, looking on appreciatively and giving nothing away, his expression one of quiet amusement. “Think of this as my parting gift,” whispers Zena seductively, “what would you enjoy? Like to play with my tits, a BJ perhaps?”
Well, thinks Drew, this is unexpected. He’d been planning to contact Zena to see if she was up for a date. However, never short of initiative, Zena has made the first move and set the agenda. Just as she hopes, Drew proves equal to the occasion.
“Contrary to popular stereotypes, not all men are fixated with breasts and cock sucking.” Zena arches her eyebrows, kicks off a shoe and lifts one foot onto the desk’s polished top, treating Drew to a view all the way up her skirt.
“And the other leg,” he says, taking control; as always, the quiet authority in his voice sends sexual shivers up Zena’s spine. Adrenalin surging, she obediently places both feet on the desk, enticingly revealing her shaven haven and leans back along the polished top feeling an exhilarating mix of exposure and vulnerability, Sincan Rus Escort knees parted in implicit invitation. Drew stands decisively, leans over and pushes Zena’s skirt up around her slender waist.
“Completely shameless and very wet,” he announces approvingly, an already rock-solid erection straining to be released. Kind of obvious, thinks Zena, admiring the bulge in his trousers, and you’re so clearly hot to trot I bet you could slip right up inside me in a single thrust.
“Then you should do something about my wanton behaviour,” she purrs. Without preamble Drew brings his mouth down to her pulsing pussy, insinuates his probing tongue between her labia and sucks on her engorged clit. OMG! “So good, please do that forever,” Zena’s abruptly aware she’s given voice to the thought. No matter, this man definitely knows how to work a girl’s pussy. Her hips buck on the desktop as he skilfully takes the beautiful young woman to the brink of orgasm. Then stops. She scowls in disappointment.
“You want assertive, I’ll show you assertive,” Drew growls. “Turn around and bend over the desk, it’s time you were punished for presumption and provocation.” Wide-eyed and trembling Zena meekly complies; this had not figured in her game plan, should she cut and run? Simultaneously Drew’s wondering if he’s gone too far, too soon? To his delight Zena, mind made up, stays put.
“Face down, up on tiptoes, present your bottom to me,” Drew commands, owning the moment. Tense with anticipation Zena shuffles into position whereupon Drew hand spanks her firm bum cheeks, half a dozen slaps to each, then turns his attentions to the undercurves, and thighs. Zena gasps and wriggles as her rear begins to glow, smarting and stinging under Drew’s palm. Etlik Rus Escort Goodness this escalated quickly, one moment the temptress, next the penitent. No one has ever spanked her before; it’s thrillingly dangerous and arousing, and Zena makes no attempt to resist. Buttocks increasingly hot and red she’s not sure she can cope with much more.
“Please!” Zena wails.
“Please what?” asks Drew. “Please stop, please take a ruler to your naughty bottom. So many choices. What am I to do with you Zena? Apparently, all this time my straitlaced employee has been concealing an inner slut.”
“Please fuck me.”
“Fuck you how, my fingers, my cock?”
“Fingers good, cock better.”
“Do you deserve either?”
“I do, I do, deserve it, need it, want it,” Zena responds urgently.
“So, you’re begging?’
“Not begging, asking nicely,” she opens her legs wider. Drew’s fingers adroitly insinuate their way between Zena’s thighs, and she gasps, writhing enthusiastically as he slides two digits inside.
“Taste how juicy you are,” he orders, holding lust-slicked fingers to her mouth. Zena sucks them avidly, then looks at him.
“Wow, that’s one lovely long cock, good and thick, I absolutely want that filling my cunt right now.” A gentleman obliges a lady and Drew’s fingers are swiftly replaced by his rigid rod. “Oh, fucking hell, yeah… your dick feels so big inside me…. God, yes, I like that,” she moans. Their hips gyrate together, Drew buried in Zena’s tightly gripping twat, pressed against her hot arse.
Squeezing her sore cheeks, he fucks Zena from behind, driving relentlessly into her velvety pussy. Far from passive she pushes back, determined to take every inch, stretched and filled, grinding her throbbing clit savagely against Drew’s thrusting manhood. Their carnal intensity is overwhelming, pent-up mutual desires finally indulged to the limit. Thighs quivering, shuddering uncontrollably as intense waves of pleasure suffuse her body, Zena comes loudly and uninhibitedly as Drew spurts deep within and their orgasms explode.
“How about we do that all over again, face to face this time? Zena suggests archly. Seems set to be a long goodbye.