I could hardly believe a month had passed since I first flirted with the idea of sexy phone calls. But come and gone it had and now it was something I seriously couldn’t wait to settle down to every night. Sometimes, on my way home from work, I would see a guy eyeing up my sexy stocking legs and my pussy would start to get wet just knowing that he wanted me.

I always set myself up with a nice glass of wine and pampered myself with a nice hot bubble bath first, just to set the mood. Then I lit a couple of candles, extinguished the lights and waited for the excitement to begin.
And there it was again. My pulse began to race as I answered because this time I knew EXACTLY who it was.

He asked me what I was wearing and I went on to describe the black seamed stockings, suspender belt and matching bra. No panties, ever, that was his rule. On top I had a white blouse so tight the buttons were almost popping off and a skirt so short it would have got me arrested if I’d worn it in public. High patent stilettos finished the look and even If I said so myself I did look pretty damned hot!!

He ordered me to come into his office and sit at the computer desk then he slowly walked over to me. He looked me straight in the eye and told me he thought my work had been slack lately and told me I must make it up to him if I wanted to keep my job. He liked to see me cry. And beg.

All at once he grabbed my legs and forced them apart, hooking my knees over the arms of the chair, pushing my skirt up around my waist and exposing my bald little cunt, as he liked to call it. Next he undid some of the buttons on my blouse and pushed my tits up over the top of my bra and told me what a slut I am, forcing me look at myself in the mirror.

Then he gave me a notepad and pencil and told me I must take dictation with NO mistakes. If there were I would be punished further. I tried to protest, to cover myself up, but he just pushed my skirt up higher.

I tried to concentrate on what he was saying and making my notes word perfect but he purposely made it as hard as he could for me. I was doing well, until he came back over and started to finger fuck me. I tried to ignore it but the excitement was building and my body started to betray me. He slid his fingers in and out harder and harder until I was nearly out of my mind with heat. Then he opened his fly and stick his thick veined cock right into my mouth before I even had time to protest! I tried to write but it as so big it almost choked me. And then he stopped.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and ordered me to bend over his desk. He was reading the dictation and had already spotted many mistakes. At this point I was terrified to see him go to the corner and take out a cane. Surely he didn’t intend to use it on me? He struck me six times and made me thank him afterwards. Then he sunk his raging cock right up inside me. I was so wet I offered little resistance and as his fingers rubbed my throbbing clit felt ashamed as my body gave it up and came to a juddering climax all over his pumping cock. And that must be what did it for him as the next thing I know he was emptying those balls deep inside me.

When it was all over he told me to straighten myself up and get ready to go home, I had after all just put in two hours overtime. He told me he would need to see me again on Thursday to review my progress around the same time. And then he left me with a simple click. Mmmm, delicious. He really is getting to be one of my favourite callers.