Book Report

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” he said as his thumb fanned the pages of the paperback in his hand, “but I just had to talk to you about this book you gave me.”

Leila looked up from the spreadsheet she was reviewing, “Book?” It was her supervisor.

He held it upright before her. “Ahhh, yes,” she said. “What about it?”

“Well, I thought it was a little provocative, as . . . a suggestion.”

“No, I don’t know.” Leila crossed her legs and folded her arms across her chest. Yes, it was her idea to give him the book, to plant a seed of desire. But, now that the fantasy she sought might be made real, her body language was revealing her apprehension. She was either about to be chastised or fulfilled. “I thought it was a fun read and we could have a laugh about it.”

“I ready it cover to cover and I didn’t think it was very funny Leila.”

She had already had one required meeting with HR this quarter and hoped this conversation wasn’t leading to another one.

Leila stood up and moved to the front of the desk, facing him, resting her ass against the edge of the desk. She steadied herself with her palms on the desk, her legs still crossed at her ankles. “Well, if it wasn’t funny, hopefully you found something you liked about it since you ready the whole thing.”

“There was one passage that caught my attention,” he said, ” the one where she follows all of her bosses instructions to the letter. You know that’s something you have had trouble with here.”

“I know, I know,” she said, “details are not my strong suit, but can you be more specific.”

“Does this ring a bell? ‘Stand up and put on this blindfold’,” he read from the book. The page had been dog eared by him already. “Do you remember that part of the story?”

She knew what to do now. Without hesitating Leila removed her scarf, folded it and tied it snuggly over her eyes. The blindfold was almost freeing.

“Stand up straight now for me.” He silently admired her beauty for a brief minute and then ordered her to lift up her skirt. Leila promptly lifted up the hem revealing her pink lace panties and the tops of her white thigh high stockings. She evoked a delicious piece of candy ready to be slowly savored.

“You’re going to be my slave now Leila and do everything I say. That includes calling me Sir.”

“Yes Sir,” she voiced into the air.

The outline of her pussy was visible as the fabric pressed into it. “Put your hand between your legs and rub your pussy for me Leila.” Leila obeyed, her hips undulating ever so slightly as she massaged her pussy through the pink lace, balancing on her heels. There was no reluctance and her finger rolled over the lace pressing it firmly against her clit and pussy lips.

“Unbutton your top please.”

“Yes Sir.” Leila continued to rub between her legs while her other hand opened her top revealing her matching pink balconette. He reached out and held Leila’s hair with one hand while his other pulled each cup down letting her breasts spill out. Her nipples hardened from the cool air in the office. Letting go of her hair, he slid the blouse off of her, and pushed her skirt to the floor.

Still blindfolded, Leila couldn’t see, but knew she was almost fully exposed. As she stepped out the puddled skirt on the floor he told her, “panties off too.”

“Yes Sir.” And, like a good submissive, she slid her panties down and off.

“That’s a good girl Leila. I didn’t even have to tell you to keep rubbing that pussy of yours.” He could see Leila’s fingers now becoming wet with her juices, and the next instruction was obvious. “Suck on your fingers.” Leila put two fingers in her mouth. “Suck on them like you will suck my cock.” Leila worked her lips and tongue over her fingers, alternately licking them and taking them deep into her mouth.

She was unaware that he had moved behind her until she felt his hand caress her breast and then squeeze each hard nipple until she winced. She knew not to take her fingers out of her mouth . . . and not to do anything other than what she was told.

“Good girl,” he said. “Show me how wet you are. Use your fingers.”

“Yes Sir. Shall I finger myself for you Sir?”

“Yes, spread your pussy and finger yourself.” And Leila did, holding herself open and inserting her middle finger deep inside her wet hole.”

“Am I ready to be fucked now Sir? Will you use me for your pleasure now?” She moved her head from side to side as if trying to locate him in the room, but it was clear she couldn’t see anything through the scarf.

He sat her back on the desk and wedged himself between her legs. His cock was out, hard and ready for her. He removed the scarf from her eyes and quickly used it to secure her wrists. The shaft of his cock rubbed up and down over her wet pussy. With her hands secured, he pushed his cock into her wet hole. It was heavenly inside her. Hot, wet and tight. He could feel himself becoming even harder and he began to thrust fast and hard.

Leila lied back on the desk so that he could enter her deeply, over and over. He fucked her hard until he felt her body tense and her back arch, as she came, he grabbed her legs and pulled her tight against his cock. The wave of orgasm rolling over her made him explode inside her, pumping his cum over and over into her until they were both sopped with each other’s cum.

“Great book, huh?” she said.