Octavia

n this large administrative department, the undisputed leader Ramses who his Aged forty dune of years, with a tall blonde woman with blue eyes, who would have been fine without the icy coldness that emanated of authoritarianism and uncompromising. His eternal bun, blue or gray suits strict on his white shirt and his square glasses were finishing to make it as desirable marble statue in winter. She led the dune iron hand service and only few dared meet his gaze.

All day her heels clattered fast pace through the corridors and rooms, ranging dun workstation to another, distributing curtly orders and remonstrance without restraint. Single, no one knew him link even in those places where mixed circulated as true or false rumors about sleeping around the office.

To his superiors, she was a framework that fully in his professional life. For employees, it was a badly fucked that a bitch in his work. It is not wrong fucked, fucked she is not at all saying the cruelest. It would not be surprising what still a virgin is.

Octavia was the perfect victim for Thomazet miss. She was aged twenty-three, she was the youngest, navait no qualifications and was particularly inhibited. Nice to all the world, it is virtually bound not talking to a minimum. She was pretty, but not care for herself. Small, his thick brown hair gave the impression of never wearing dow, it only shabillait jeans and large sweaters without grace. Especially the one complaining BE head of Turkish.

– This is shameful sen to take like that Octavia which is already fragile, it said when the leader was away, of course.

-You Do not want to sacrifice yourself for jumping? Asking women to their male colleagues. It would be better remained the undisputed terror all, especially Octavie.

That day, precisely the conversations and everyone bowed his head at the heels approach with their usual pace: clack Mais without throwing a out other, Odile went directly to Octavia, clutching several letters to clients.

– Miss! Quest that this is the work? We ask nothing of difficult dailleurs fortunately, saw your abilities! There are at least four errors in the sorting of mail! But it’s not impossible, I wonder why we pay you, but not return to your province, my poor girl, you really zero! You will restore my stuff, it’s really unbelievable BE nunuche at this point! … Then she etcetc part, still pressed. Octavia was crying silently and everyone murmured, shocked.

The day passed as usual, with his fears and his shots of mouths. At seventeen hours, the staff left the box. As usual, Odile remained to work on files. Two hours after she left, went to eat a croque monsieur at the café den face and then taken his car. She left Paris and went to his suburban house.

On returning the car to the garage, she felt traveled in disorder that accompanied his return home. A shudder in his kidneys that navait nothing to do with the excitement of work.

Leaving by the back door, she uncorked soon in the living room. Octavia was there, sitting on the couch. Well coiffed, make-up, she was sipping a whiskey, dune wearing black leather skirt and tank top dun, the tips of her breasts through Létoffé erected.

-It Was time, she said, rising. His ankle chains jingled in her bare feet. You’re going to spend your day at work, right?

– Excuse me, Octavia, caseload.

– Come here, we have a score to settle both!

Octavia could hardly live up to the Odile chest. But when it sapprocha, she received a resounding slap which sent her glasses on the carpet.

– So like that I suck?

– Excuse me Octavia was great looking down. The fingers of the small printed on her cheeks.

– This is easy, huh! Met your knees, that’s. Remains on all fours. I’ll show you me, if I am at that point!

She rounded the blonde waiting later, leaning on his elbows and knees, head down, the rear erected in his gray suit, her hair perfectly done, her heels still on his feet.

– So miss, it is less proud, now! She said, unhooking her skirt flew away.

Slowly, she lowered her panties up to mid-thigh.

– Then answer? unless we play to terror? How are you feeling ?

– I feel humiliated, I am subject you Octavia.

The hand of the girl violently on the buttocks of mature woman gasped.

– Look! That this is for my province of corn! And my ability does not look you to consider! Hold on ! You’re going to know them, my abilities!

Slaps followed each other at a frantic pace. Odile groaned every time the hand of the executioner fell, she reared her legs as they could, what were hampered by the tight panties maximum. Detailing its already shiny slot, lined with blond hair. The correction continued with a whip. This time Odile screaming and crying but each time had obediently her curves. The love juice running down her thighs.

Octavia sinterrompit admiring the beauty of the victim, if his round and firm buttocks which were now scarlet, hidden shapely legs all day by the austere clothing. Running his hands in front Odile was left in her submissive posture she opened her blouse, undid the bras and breasts, her 95 d, voluptuously gushed from the suit jacket. The young woman grabbed them, pressed them, pinched in the upright spikes, then turned back on the rump of his slave, flattering hand, language lèvressa in walked the groove, slipping deep Completion small hole to his liking strong. The whole finger penetrated dOctavie lorifice gathered his mouth and down between the labia, clitoris passing on without too sy linger. She sniffed the scent of desire emanating from the wet sex, lapa with delight the liquor flowed sen.

– You imagines like that, ass in the air, at the office?

– Oh yes ! I dipped just think!

– Quest that you would like that happens?

– That each employee fuck me. Men with their tails, women with their tongues.

– You really are a chiennene not move!

The blonde remained thus prostrate, kidneys cooked him his belly was covered more stinging tongues of fire could more desire. She gently put his hand on his crotch, but suddenly made small bites.

– No ! There is no question that you wank alone, there are only I who have the right to make you come, if I want and when I want!

Little was back and brandishing a hard brush bristles with which she had stopped Odile caress.

A new hit series began with the brush. Delicious and terrible rain.

Miles sharp hairs, marking the skin dautant small red dots. Occasionally overbearing sinterrompait she had fallen under her skirt which she wore nothing, and stroked violently, then began again with more punishment Stinger.

The cries of the willing victim became screams when his maîtresse- every sense of the term unceremoniously introduced two fingers into the vagina, then three, embarking on a rapid movement up and down, while continuing to strike with the other hand.

– Quest that you wet, my …!

A fourth finger went. Odile writhed and screamed more beautiful when the thumb spent in turn, then the whole hand.

– I hope that it taura softened onion, launched, taking fury, the youngest. Turning the brush, she went with the smallest opening round, which wasnt a virgin for a long time and impressed him another pace back and forth. The two joint penetrations had their effect, the office manager was quickly struck down by a powerful orgasm. Octavia pulled his slimy hand but let the brush. Another woman fell flat on his face, forehead on his clasped hands. It was then that the little he tied a dog collar around his neck.

– This is not the time to ease off, as you would say to your employees!

by pulling the collar, a leash dou was leaving, she made her join the room on all fours and sallongea on the bed, legs open.

– Go! Chow my pussy! And apply yourself!

Lesclave stroked her legs, kissed inside of the thighs, until his nose meets perfectly hairless sex dOctavie. Sticky mouth from the top to the bottom of her lover, she took a greedy tongue that made big moves first, then the circle tightened on the swollen fruit and fragrant that arose from its case.

Octavia heaved great sighs became moans. Before her, she saw the blond chignon in the process of moving between her legs, e above, after the suit jacket, red buttocks between which were still planted brush, like the tail of a dog still eating into his bowl.

– You are good in language, old …! But also shows me what you can do for your ten fingers! That’s like Cano yes !!! Met so men in the culoui this is good! C’mon stronger! But Tarrête not lick …! Ho yes like that, I feel you everywhereI of sense.

She enjoys violently, trapping the blonde head between his legs, then relaxed complètementOdile fell asleep between dOctavie thighs. Later, awakened by the cold, she slipped under the covers and fell asleep again in the arms of the other moon.

The next morning they drank their coffee in the kitchen. According to their agreement cétait the only time of day when they were DeGale equal.

– Cétait great last night, said Odile enamored with a look. I’m not going to masseoir quest of the day, but what I enjoy!

Lost in their thoughts, they are reminiscing the night, very surprised, they sétaient encountered in a women’s bar, both dressed in leather, while quOctavie had to arrive in the service. They had a long talk and Odile had told him his fantasy to submit to a much younger woman, a subordinate to boot!

She then made sétaient at Octavia, after the blonde tied on a table and washed whipped taken with a respectable sized dildo. Their relationship had started so strong.

They went into the shower, where each soaped the other, the rinsed, their bodies and their mouths joined, while their hands were searching their clods. It was a very soft and simultaneous orgasm. Odile then kissed her one last time his lover, shabilla speed and Miss Thomazet left home in his car.

Octavia ran his hand through his matted hair, without the hair, pulled on his jeans and basquets and hurried to get his train.

She was ten minutes late arriving at the office. Miss Thomazet lattendait before his workstation.

– I note, she said icily, you take your service has nine not nine ten! It starts badly, all the more that I just take a dil blow to sort mail!

His voice suddenly went up.

– You will repeat this to me quickly, otherwise you will hear about the country! Cried her sweeping hand denveloppes the stack on the table Octavie. Without a word, the latter began to collect under the compassionate gaze of his colleagues. The sound of heels séloignait.

– You’ll see tonight! Grumbled it between his teeth.

On pursed lips Odile, who was returning to his office, a smile sesquissa half a second.

– Quest I’ll take it! If she says with delight.