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Mr. Takayama chucked. “No dirty girl, she did not. The club chairs opposite my desk block the view from the doorway.
Well, I’d be damned.
“But I noticed you didn’t stop, regardless. Oh, you dirty girl… you wanted me to cum in your mouth while Julia was here, didn’t you?”
“Mmmm hmmm,” I moaned as I sped up, bobbing my head.
Mr. Takayama thrust toward my eager lips, and I moaned again when I was rewarded with powerful jets of salty cum. My pussy quivered in a mini-climax, and I kept sucking, until he had to push me off his cock.
“Did you swallow my seed, dirty girl?” he asked, reaching inside his desk for a handful of tissues and drying himself.
“I did, Mr. Takayama.”
“Here. You can wipe your face off with these,” he said, handing me his used tissues.
“Thank you,” I whispered back. “Mr. Takayama, I’m soaked between my legs.”
He pushed back in his chair, smiling back at me while he tucked himself in and zipped up his trousers.
“And that, dirty girl, is your punishment.”
A delicious shiver careened down my spine.
“Miss Jacobs, tomorrow night, I want you to come to my house, seven o’clock. A casual dinner.”
I slipped out from underneath the desk and pushed myself up, my legs stiff, and my knees screaming in protest. “Thank you. That sounds nice. May I have the address?”
He grabbed a notepad, scribbling down his address.
“I’ll see you tomorrow night?” he asked.
I looked at the paper, and nodded. “What should I wear?”
“Whatever you’re comfortable in. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
* * *
8
Punishment
I didn’t thinkI’d ever felt as much as an outsider as when I pulled up in front of Mr. Takayama’s house. On the other hand, Iwasan outsider.
This founding partner from the ATZ law firm lived in one of those gated communities that really stretched the definition of ‘community.’ In addition to the gate I had to pass through to gain entrance, there was a private security patrol, a market square complete with an organic supermarket, a gas station, and even a fancy fitness center.
And then there was Mr. Takayama’s home, landscaped with well-trimmed hedges, a spotless white brick driveway, and blooming magnolia trees.
When he came to the door, I found him even more handsome than at work, wearing black jeans and a snug V-neck T-shirt showing off his trim, athletic body. He might have been in his forties, but he looked younger and fitter than most guys in their twenties.
“Miss Jacobs… welcome,” he said.
There I stood, face to face with the man I’d given a blow job to under his desk at work just the day before.
And he was acting like it was perfectly normal that I come to his home for dinner. I wondered how many other file clerks had been to his place.
“Thank you.” I stepped inside. “Wow. This foyer is bigger than my living room.”
I wasn’t lying. And just beyond it, the house sprawled with marble floors and vaulted ceilings giving the space unlimited light and airiness.
