Girl friend scissors guy for not getting water

“Misbehaving in the Office”

The fluorescent lights flickered, casting an eerie glow across the empty office. It was late, and the secretary, a voluptuous brunette named Tara, sat at her desk, wayslaying the final documents of the day. Her tight, pencil skirt hugged her curves, and her sheer stockings made her legs look like creamy butter. She sighed, adjusting her lacy bra beneath her tight blouse, before glaring at the water cooler. The stupid thing had been empty all day, and she was parched!

Tara stood up, smoothing her skirt, sauntering over to the water cooler. “Empty again!” she spat, kicking the machine in frustration. As she bent over, her ample rear stuck out like a juicy peach. She felt the gaze of someone behind her, and turned around with a frown. Her boss, a stern looking man in his late 40s, stood there with his arms crossed.

“You were hired to be professional, Tara, not to destroy company property,” he said coldly.

Tara gulped, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she was in trouble. He regarded her intently, his eyes roaming over her curvy figure, lingering on her cleavage straining against her tight blouse. Her breathing quickened as he stepped closer, invading her space.

“Sir, I’m so sorry. I’ll pay for any damages,” she blubbered.

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? I think there’s a better way you can make it up to me, my dear secretary.” His voice was low and full of innuendo.

Suddenly, Tara realized the danger she was in. Her mind racing, she tried to think of an escape route. But he was too quick. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back. Tara struggled but he held her firm. Next thing she knew, he was wrapping something around her wrists – rope! He was tying her up!

“No, stop!” she squealed, but her protests fell on deaf ears. The rope cut into her soft flesh as he bound her wrists tightly. He then looped the rope around her upper arms, pulling them against her back and cinching them to her body, leaving her completely helpless, like a d###che hogtied.

Tara whimpered as he led her over to his plush leather desk chair. He sat down and positioned her between his legs. She felt his hands roam her body greedily, squeezing and kneading her breasts and freshly spanked rear. She knew she shouldn’t allow this but she melted into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed in surrender.

Suddenly, she felt the unmistakable bulge of his erection pressing against her rear. She gasped as he ground against her, his breathing turning ragged with lust. Tara bit her lip, fighting the urge to beg him to take her, to claim her as his willing plaything.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he breathed, unzipping his pants and withdrawing his throbbing member. Without warning, he lifted her skirt and yanked aside her lace panties. Tara cried out as he angled her ass and thrust himself deep inside her dripping cunt, stretching her in the most delicious way. He set a brutal pace, his hips slamming into her rear as he fucked her hard and raw, grunting with pleasure.

“Sir, please,” she whimpered, “I can’t take anymore!”

But he paid no heed, driven wild with lust. Unable to control herself, Tara succumbed to the pleasure, screaming his name as she came on his cock, her juices squirting all over his length. With a roar, he soon joined her, his hot seed flooding her insides.

Spent, they collapsed on the floor in a tangle of limbs, both breathing heavily. Tara came to her senses first, appalled at what had just transpired between them. “W-what are we doing?” she stammered, pulling down her skirt and shakily trying to sit up.

Her boss smirked as he slowly zipped up his pants. “Making up for your mistake, my dear. And now that we’ve had a taste of each other, I expect you’ll be more… compliant in the future.” He gave her ass a firm smack before standing up and straightening his tie. “Now come along, we have a lot of work to do upstairs.”

Tara nodded shakily, wondering what fresh hell awaited her. As she followed him out of the office, she couldn’t help but wonder what her next “mistake” would bring…