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My heart is pumping its own rhythm. It's fast and it's unpredictable

I can feel the blood leave my heart and race through my veins pulsing through my neck, tightening my throat and washing across my brain. My hands are shaking

I have make up on, I feel stupid

I am wearing a pretty dress and high heels, yet I feel bare. I feel exposed and vulnerable

The door opens, he walks into the room. My heart stops momentarily. He puts his fingers to his lips making sure not to speak, then motions for me to stand up. He walks over to me and circles around me slowly; I feel his eyes burning into me. I stay very still; I find it hard to breathe...

As he turns full circle he traces his fingertip over my dress, across my breast and down my thigh, then he leaves to walk away.

He walks to the other side of the room and sits down casually in the old leather Captains chair behind the desk and lights a cigarette. He is staring at me. He smokes as he stares, never taking his eyes off me

He takes off his watch and his ring and places them neatly on the desk, then stubs out his cigarette. He stands up and begins to walk towards me, he is confident and assured

My big innocent eyes stare back at him as he walks towards me; my heart is pounding, my body aching to be touched

He comes closer, I can smell his scent. He picks me up; face to face with me now he wraps my legs around his waist. His breathing is heavy. He is hard. I can feel him pressing against me. The room is thick with silence

He puts his hand under my chin to study my face, moving it from side to side. He leans forward with an open mouth to kiss mine, but I sharply turn my head to the side

In one swift movement he tightens his grip on me pulling me closer into him then pushes my back up against the wall, his hardness pressed so deep between my legs. I can feel my clitoris pulsing. I know my panties are damp and I feel embarrassed

He puts one arm across my chest as if to stop me from moving, his free hand moves up my legs, he is rough and impatient

He tries to kiss me again but I bury my face in his shoulder. My legs are wrapped around his waist, I am open and exposed and unable to move

I feel his strong hand press against my opening, he can feel the heat and the dampness, he groans and I shut my eyes

My opening is wet, my clitoris is swollen and I am desperate to be touched but I am shy and embarrassed.
His fingers slip inside my panties and straight into my hole, I inhale sharply and sink my teeth into his shoulder raising up my hips and pushing hard back against him

He moves his hand from across my chest and unbuttons his trousers. He pulls his fingers from between my legs, grabs himself desperately and thrusts straight up inside me. He grips my face and pushes his tongue in my mouth hungrily biting and sucking on me

He pumps so fast and deep, before I am even aware my orgasm soaks him, my wetness dripping down the length of his shaft and down underneath him

He lifts my hands above my head and pins them to the wall and my orgasm still comes. My legs are limp and my body is shaking, I see the desperation all over his face, his lips are tight. He is buried inside me and with one last thrust I feel him exhale
Miss Karina ©