1. Dress Code, part 3


    Date: 10/29/2014, Categories: Office Sex, Author: Oncearunner1974, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    happen. She would have been lying to herself if she had said that she was not a little excited by the prospect, in addition to her nerves. Her hope was… What did she want? For him to spank her again? To make her suck him once more? For him to bend her over his desk and fuck her from behind? As she had walked to work she had gone through all of those possibilities (and even more, truth be told) and decided that even though it was nearly impossible to admit, even to herself, she hoped that all of that would happen. And on her way to her work she wondered if she had chosen wisely in getting dressed that morning. She had chosen to follow the firm’s dress code to the letter this morning, and she was feeling sensual in a tiny thong, stockings and garter belt, and a barely-there sheer lace bra. She wasn’t sure, however, if it would have been better to give Mr. Slater an excuse to punish her. Would he be upset that he couldn’t find a violation? Ultimately she decided, and the thought was strange to her, that she wanted to please him, and this seemed one way of doing it. And with a mental smirk she realized that if he needed an excuse, like any good police officer he would probably able to find an infraction somewhere even if she herself was not aware of having committed one. So she had approached Mr. Slater’s office with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Would the next few minutes find her bent over, her thong pulled to the side as her boss thrust into her? The idea of “they” ...
    however unnerved her. There was nothing to be done, however. Retreating was impossible, and so she knocked. “Come!” she heard Mr. Slater’s voice say from the other end of the door, and she realized that Miss Jones could hear just about everything that went on inside her boss’s office. She also found a momentary refuge in humor at the double meaning she was reading into Mr. Slater’s command. She opened the door, and it took her eyes a moment to adjust to the low light within. In contrast with Miss Jones’s brightly lit and modern outer office, Mr. Slater’s inner sanctum looked the way she expected an old English gentleman’s club would look like. Thick oriental rugs. Heavy wood and leather furniture. Lamps with stained glass shades. Oil paintings of the previous family generations of partners, along with scenes of hunting on horses. Lots of horses. And right in front of her was Mr. Slater, looking unruffled and inscrutable behind his heavy oak desk. Where were the others, the “they”? Her panic rising, she looked around and saw the two people she was least expecting to see, sitting on the leather couch off to the side of Mr. Slater’s desk. “Miss Burlington,” Mr. Slater greeted her, “I’m glad that you are prompt. After our meeting yesterday, I discussed it with the other partners, whom I have invited to this session. I don’t think you have met, but I trust you are familiar with their names and faces. Allow me to introduce you to Ms. Slater and Mr. Mawhinney.” Turning his eyes on ...
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