I'm waiting on the street corner where we had decided to meet. You
are running a little late, and I am nervous standing out in the dark
alone. Especially since the way I'm dressed, people would probably
think I'm a prostitute. Standing on the corner, they would see a
blonde woman in a leather mini skirt, stockings, black high heel shoes
and a fur coat. She definitely looks out of place among all those
warehouses.

A car approaches with it's headlights on and slows down as it
comes nearer. Now I'm nervous, "Is it him? Is it a cop? Should I run?"
I think. I stand there frozen as it pulls up and the passengers side
window rolls down. "Hi I'm Scott, need a ride?", you say, and relief
floods through me, as you have said the words that we agreed on.
Otherwise I would be running for my car.

I say "Hi", you lean across and open the door for me. Sitting in
your passenger seat and closing the door, your start to take off. With
you driving, we talk about how each other looks and where we are
going. Your hand comes off the steering wheel and lands lightly on my
leg. I feel the warmth in your hand as you lightly brush up and down
my stocking clad legs. It seams like just a second has passed, before
you pull into the parking garage and into your parking space.

We get out of the car and head for your office. You take out a key
and unlock the door, holding it for me, you let me in. I stand there,
just inside the doorway checking out the layout, when you lock the
door with the key from the inside and walk to your desk pulling out a
bottle of wine. You offer me a drink and I accept. You direct me to
sit down and make myself comfortable. I take off my fur coat to reveal
a thin white angora sweater, and hang the coat up on the door.

Sitting down, I look up and notice your hands, your hair and your
body. You walk towards me and I can't but help look at your crotch
that at eye level and wonder what behind the zipper. I accept your
drink and you sit down beside me. You comment me on how I look, and
put your hand on my knee. I like the feeling of you rubbing my leg as
you move your hand up and down, each time getting closer to my skirt.

I take a drink of my wine with both hands, playing shy. You put
down your wine and take your other hand and put it around my
shoulders, and start playing with my hair and kissing my neck. It
tickles, but feels good. I take a hand from my glass and put it on
your knee, feeing the muscles in your leg as I run my long painted
fingernails in tight circles. I so love the feeling I'm getting from
your attentions, that I close my eyes and let out a light moan. You
take this as sign and lean over towards me. With my eyes still closed
I am surprised when I feel your lips against mine, and open my eyes.
It is a light kiss and I like the feel of it. I respond to your kiss
and slightly open my lips. You take your tongue and slip it through my
lips. I respond even more now.

The world starts to slip away as we kiss and start to fondle each
other. Kissing necks and ears, rubbing hands against body parts and
looking into each other's eyes. My hand rising higher and higher on
your leg. Your's is now up underneath my skirt. The other rubbing my
breasts. I'm so into it, I forget that I'm not your woman. When your
hand is just about to find my secret, I panic and start to push your
hand away. You force back. You are much stronger than me, I can tell
you don't want to stop and I can't say anything because your mouth is
over mine at the time. After much fussing and panic, you find my
secret and freeze. You pull back and look at me, startled. You ask who
I am, I can only just mumble, making no sense. You grab my purse and
holding me down with one arm, you open it up. Your eyes light up and I
don't like the look of your smile when you pull out the camera. You
tell me to sit there and you move to the other side of the room. I
just sit dejected. You turn around and snap a picture, the flash
surprising me.

I'm confused, when you then explain. You know I'm in the closet,
and threaten to hold this picture over me unless I do your bidding. I
try to argue, but I am sunk. I can't let anybody find out. I nod and
agree and then sink my head. You tell me you want some more pictures,
and tell me to pose for you. After a couple are taken, you sit down
and tell me to lay over your lap. I agree and when I lay across your
lap, you start to rub my ass through the skirt. It feels good. I can
feel your cock rubbing against mine as you slowly start to raise my
skirt exposing my corset garters, G-string and bare buns. You rub your
hands around my buns and then lightly slap them. I jump. You slap
harder, and rub some more, telling me I have been a bad girl. A couple
more slaps and you are now spanking me a little hard. You pull the
G-string out of my crack and play with my asshole between the rounds
of spanking. I'm all hard now moaning and can feel you are too, and my
ass is starting to really hurt.

You stop and explain that you always wanted a secretary, and want me
now to take "dick"tation. I look at you confused, when you demand that
I get on my knees, unzip your fly, pull out your dick and suck you
off. I do as you tell me and am on my hands and knees between your
legs. Opening your fly and undoing your belt, end up being a little of
a chore with my long fingernails. But, I succeed in the task and pull
out your amazing member. It is pointing straight at me the long thick
straight shaft is semi-erect. I start licking the shaft and your balls
enjoying the texture and smell. After licking you all over, getting
you glistening wet and hard as a rock, I raise to the bulbous head of
your dick and put my lips completely around your dick and start to
slide up and down, my tongue playing with the bottom of it. You
then tell me to look up and I see a flash. You just took picture of me
sucking you off. You take a couple more pictures and then take
your hands and put them on my head. You grab my head and start to
force my head down your dick. You are now controlling the rhythm.

After a few moments you have me stand and remove my skirt and sweater,
taking a few pictures along the way. You then push the stuff on
your desk to one side and tell me to lay down on the desk on my back.
Laying down on the desk, you pull my body to the edge and hang my head
over it. I am now looking directly at your dick, when you demand me to
suck it. Opening my mouth your dick enters, you tell me to start
swallowing, because you are going to deep throat me. I try to do as
you say and it takes a little bit before I can stop the gagging
reflex. You are now building up speed as you are forcing your dick
down my throat and playing roughly with my corseted body. You tell me
you are going to cum and want me to take it all in my mouth not
missing a drop, but do not swallow. You want me to really taste it.
You pull out so only your head is is my mouth when you explode
startling me, I suck with all my might, trying not to lose a drop.
But, you pull out and squirt your last stream, on to my face. At the
same time, the camera go off again, taking a picture.

You have me stand up and open my mouth, showing the cum in my mouth
and on my face, and take one more close-up picture. You tell me then
to swallow. You say I didn't follow orders correctly so must be
punished, because I didn't get all of the cum in my mouth. I wipe the
cum off my face with my fingers and lick them. You throw my purse to
me and tell me to freshen up. Looking in my hand mirror, applying more
lipstick and makeup, you call my name. I look up and notice you have
pulled out a small table out of the corner of your office. You tell me
to come over and putting down my purse, my high heals click as I walk
over to you. You start to tie my legs to the legs of the table, bend
me over it and tie my wrists to the other side. My ass is completely
exposed when the flash goes off a couple more times. You walk behind
me and start to spank my ass and play with my ass hole. After a bit,
you pull away, and I feel some wetness on my ass hole. You then stand
behind me and put your dick up against my hole slowly pushing it
in.....

Its now a couple of hours later and you have just dropped me off.
You dropped me off a couple of blocks from my car, and told me to walk
the rest of the way. That I was a slut and didn't deserve to be driven
even this far. You told me to call you later this week to set up
another dickation session. Walking towards my car, nervous of
headlights and hearing my heels click on the empty streets, I open my
purse to check for my keys. To my surprise and delight, I find my
camera. I can't wait to get the pictures developed, and make that call
later for another session.