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Dress Code, part 3

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

accommodate your request. Kindly lean over my desk, facing me.” Anne did as she was told, resting her forearms on his old-fashioned desk blotter. She kept her legs straight as she bent from the waist, as she knew that this showed her long legs to their best advantage. She was aware that the position also made her ass stick out provocatively, and a part of her liked the idea of the brazenness of the position. “Now, Miss Burlington,” instructed Mr. Slater sterly, “No matter what happens, I want you to look directly at me. Do not break eye contact. Do you think that you can manage that?” Anne nodded, “Yes,” even as she was confused. Hadn’t she just agreed to be fucked by Mr. Slater? “Yes what?” “Yes, sir.” “Very good. Jon, Alli, proceed.” From her position, Anne’s face was very close to that of her handsome boss. She was facing him across his desk as he leaned back comfortably in his chair. She tried to look down at his lap, to see if she could detect an erection, but his lap was far enough underneath the desk that she could not see. The import of his words sank in as she heard movement behind her and realized that the other partners had gotten up. She started to turn her head to look, but she remembered the instructions to look at Mr. Slater. He smiled approvingly at her as he noticed how she remembered to obey just in the nick of time. What were the other two going to do? Was Mr. Mawhinney going to fuck her? What had she gotten herself into? Even as she wondered, her pulse ... accelerating, hands began to caress her buttocks. It was hard to say whose hands were whose, but she was able to tell that at times there were more than two hands caressing her ass. After caressing and squeezing her cheeks appreciatively, two hands slid between her upper thighs, coming close to her barely covered pussy but not quite. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, or perhaps because of it, the increasingly urgent touches on her ass and thighs were having an effect on her, and she felt her pussy get warmer and wetter. Whose hands were squeezing and caressing her ass, she wondered? And whose were coming oh-so-close to her pussy? Was the legendary Allison Davenport herself actually touching her between her legs? She didn’t have too much time to enjoy the gentle warmth of their touches before her breath caught in her throat when a stinging slap landed on her left cheek. “Aaah!” she cried in more surprise than pain, even though the smack had been expertly delivered, stinging warmly. She started to look behind her, but Mr. Slater caught her face in his hands and held it firm, looking at her intently as more and more slaps began to rain down onto her pert buttocks. “Oh, god!” she cried, almost involuntarily, as she felt heat all over her ass. The spanking continued relentlessly, and before too long she felt fingers against her satin covered pussy. The fingers --whose were they!?-- rubbed along her lips, over the panties’ material, and sent warmth radiating outward from her ...