Company Policy: an Xcite Books bundle

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ISBN-13: 9781908086020
Publisher: Xcite Books
Publication date: 11/25/2010
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 64
Sales rank: 365,474
File size: 124 KB

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When he turned up with flowers for me on Friday, I’d had enough.
‘Alex.’
‘Yes…’ His voice was tinged with hope.
‘Your behaviour isn’t appropriate for the office. Come to my office at 6pm. We need to talk through your future at this company.’
‘But…’
‘No buts. I said I’ll talk to you at 6pm. Now get back to work.’
Someone had to show him the right way to treat a woman. I realised that it had to be me.
By 6pm, the office was practically empty. My team had won a big pitch so I’d sent them down to the pub to celebrate on my company credit card. Everyone else had headed off for the traditional Friday night drinks. Alex knocked on the door.
‘Yes.’
He came in, looking nervous and started babbling.
‘I’m really sorry, Ella. I really didn’t think I was doing anything wrong. I’m sorry…’
‘Shut up, Alex. What you did was inexcusable. Since you got here you’ve been staring at my tits and screwing your way around the office. Do you really think that’s a professional way to behave?’
He blushed at my use of the word tits. ‘No, Ella.’ 
‘I think you need to be taught a lesson…’
‘I’m really sorry.’
I shot an evil stare at him for interrupting.
‘…about what women really want.’
His expression changed, as he thought about what I meant.
‘And the first thing you’re going to do is strip.’
He glanced nervously through the glass door of my office.
‘There are only the cleaners left in here and they won’t be coming onto this floor for at least an hour. Didn’t you hear what I said? Strip.’
He licked his lips, now dry with nerves and peeled off his tight white T-shirt to reveal a toned chest and six pack. I began to see his appeal.
‘Now the rest.’
He unbuttoned his jeans and began to push them over his hips. I glared at him.
‘Socks first. I was right. You know nothing.’
He blushed again and bent over to take off his socks. He hesitated and looked up at me to check that it was all right to remove the rest of his clothes.
‘You may continue.’
He pushed his jeans down and stood in front of me wearing nothing but a tight pair of Calvin’s. His cock was straining against them despite – or perhaps because – of the humiliation.
‘And those!’ I barked. ‘Are you stupid?’
He slid them off to reveal a thick cock at least eight inches long and proudly erect. He tried to cover it, embarrassed at being aroused but I moved around the desk and slapped his hand away. ‘You’ve been staring at me for long enough. What’s the matter? Can’t take it the other way round?’
He remained silent, clearly torn between embarrassment and arousal.
I pushed my skirt up to reveal my stockings and put one leg up onto a chair.
‘Kneel down in front of me.’
He followed the order.
‘Now lick my clit. Don’t touch me with anything other than your tongue though or I’ll have to punish you further.’
He looked ridiculous kneeling between my legs, craning his neck forward as if bobbing for apples, but when his tongue touched my clit through my silk knickers, I had to grip on to the desk to keep my balance.
‘Not bad. Make sure you lick my cunt thoroughly.’
He ran his tongue up and down my clit then moved down to my hole, sucking my juices through my knickers which were getting thoroughly wet. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it into my crotch, grinding my clit into his face until I came hard. I kept hold of the back of his head until I’d recovered from my orgasm, then pushed him away, lowered my skirt and stood in front of him, looking calm.
‘I suppose you’re turned on now?’
‘I want you, Ella.’ He groaned.
‘As you may have heard, I want, doesn’t get. However, I am in need of some entertainment so…’ I moved back to my desk and sat behind it, putting my legs up on the desk, crossed at the ankle to show him that he was the one putting on a show for me. ‘You can wank for me.’
He looked as if he was going to cry, realising he was here to give pleasure, not get it.
‘Come on!’ I tapped my fingernails impatiently on the desk. He put his hand on his cock and started to pump it firmly, rubbing his thumb over its sensitive end.
‘You’ll have to be quicker than that. The cleaners will be here soon and I’m not letting you stop until you come, even if they do come in.’

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