It began with an arched eyebrow across the table as I sat down for another meeting. Instinctively, I froze. I could tell that something had cooled between us. Was my fly open? It became obvious what the problem was when Karina started going on about setting an example and drinking our own cafe's coffee. And of course, I wanted to take my double cappuccino from the stand down the street and crawl under the table...
The good thing about these endless meetings with Karina was her athletic build and good looks. She was an adorable, high energy, fun new manager. She had long, dark hair and always dressed perfectly, in tight, form fitting outfits that showed off her nice figure.
Later on, I cornered her. "Hey, you know, I agree with you, we all need to set an example – I just wanted to take care of my coffee girl down the street!"
She looked me up and down. "You have a lot of potential, Greg, but you need to apply that potential for this to work between us."
What did that mean?
"So listen, Greg. How about we meet after work, talk things over. Get on the same page, you know? Come by my place tonight."
Around eight she answered the door in a figure hugging dress, her shapely legs in heels. As always, she was a dream to look at, and a challenge for my work boundaries as a manager. A couple decades ago I'd drifted into the restaurant business mainly so I could meet girls. These days I kept it cool, but Karina gave me a lot to think about.
I followed her into the bedroom. She had a nice four poster bed and we sat chastely on the edge. Karina rested her hand on mine.
"Greg, you need guidance in how to restrain yourself and your desires and urges. You could be much more effective. Will you let me help you? I do life-coaching..."
Such a cutie pie. Of course I’d let her help! "Uh, sure Karina. Always trying to improve my performance. What should I do?"
"Just lie back and relax, I'll take care of it!" and before I knew it she had snapped handcuffs around my wrists and the bedposts, immobilizing my arms. Then she tied soft ropes around my ankles and bound my legs to the posts at the foot of the bed.
Bemused by all this, I had to ask, "Karina, is this some kind of exercise?"
She was unzipping her dress. "It’s training, Greg. I see how you look at me. No doubt you'd love to have sex with me. And you probably think about fucking all your little coffee stand friends too."
"Hey, they're nice girls! And I'm helping them get started, you know..."
"Really? Think of all the time and attention that takes away from your work! I've seen you on your phone checking their bikini sites; what's up with that?" She had me there.
By now Karina was down to her thong panties and a strappy bra that left her nipples bare. She had nice small breasts with cute pink nipples.
"Karina, this is getting out of hand. I think you should let me g-!" Suddenly she slapped my face, hard! I was mute with shock. She took advantage of the moment to slip a ballgag into my mouth.
Kneeling right over my chest, she placed her hands either side of my head on the pillow and lowered those pink nipples slowly down to my lips. I just had to take a taste – damn ball gag – and got another slap for it.
"See, Greg? You need to start controlling yourself! I want to see some effort." She smiled sweetly. "Okay, let’s try this..."
She turned her backside to me, spanking herself once, making her cheeks jiggle. She played with her thong, slipping it through her pink lips and back and forth over her pucker. I was mesmerized. She was watching me...
I stared at the ceiling, tried to think about glaciers. Karina grabbed me by my hair, forcing me to look. She went back to work, reaching between her pale thighs and circling her clitoris with two fingers, massaging it. She was getting into it now, her pussy glistening. I could smell her scent and it was making me melt around the edges. She slid one finger in deep, rolled it around and withdrew it shining with her cream.
"You're not doing so well, Greg. Getting a pretty good boner down here. Oh, you can control it alright, but you don't. So you need some punishment!"
She unzipped me and my erection sprang out. "This is your punishment, Greg. You can't let yourself cum, got it? If you do I'll burn you at work."
Her warm lips wrapped around me and her fist began to pump; it felt heavenly. I had to shut my eyes. I couldn't watch her pink, creamy pussy lips any longer, or her pulsing asshole winking at me either. I thought about schedules, and spreadsheets, but nothing was working, she was too good, sucking my cock deep and lapping with her tongue while she massaged my balls. I was growing stiffer and I knew I was close. Trying to hold it in was torture.
Karina stopped and looked up, watching me close. Despite my squirming, I'd started down that slippery slide and I couldn't recover. I started to cum, squirting and then dribbling semen down my quivering pole. It was awful; unsatisfying.
Karina released all my restraints and I sat there dejectedly. Damn! I'm going to leave now and she's going to frig herself off over this! Suddenly, I was pissed.
She squealed with surprise when I scooped her up and tossed her on the bed. I was right on top of her before she could move.
"You've been getting off on all this, right? You were going to do yourself after I left!”
She started giggling, not able to deny it as I spread her thighs and slipped my fingers into her warm wetness. My dick was making a quick recovery, so I pushed forward, easing myself inside her sopping slit. Instantly she started gasping and moaning with each thrust.
I turned her over. Her bottom looked so good I couldn't resist – I shoved her face into the pillows and spread her thighs. My cock was so wet with her juice it slid into her ass easily, but she was feeling it, clutching at the bed covers as I slammed it in deep. I turned her on her side and was able to thrust even deeper. Soon she was writhing in orgasm, gasping and moaning, but I was able to last now and fucked her right through another screaming hard climax.
Inevitably, her tight asshole had me ready to blow, but I wanted her to remember this, so I pulled out and kneeled over her face, stroking myself off over her, leaving sticky semen all over her lips, cheeks and chin while she was gasping for breath, welcoming it.
I left her lying on her bed, stunned and catching her breath, saying, "See you at work, Karina!"
So a week later I saw her at a meeting and gave her a cool, "Hi, Karina!" but then sat across the table with my tall coffee from the stand down the street, this time embellished with a nice lipstick kiss on the white paper cup. I looked up and Karina's eyes were flashing daggers at me. Mmmm, time for some re-education tonight!
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