OFFICE AGENDA

OFFICE AGENDA I slept late last night because I was reading a very important stuff I saw online. It was long and really hard. 8 picked up my ruler, just next to my folder and checked how long is a successful inches. I think this is the normal size since I don’t hear this size from comics very often. You know what I mean. I blankly stared at it. I don’t know if it’s my hormones or if it’s just the stress talking but I want to know how s*x would be like. Will it hurt so bad it’ll be like I’ve broken my bones? Bleurgh! "What are you thinking?" Someone asked me from behind. "D*ck." I absently answered. Then I went back to work. I have a lot of papers to be digitalized. I heard the intercom buzz and called for my name. Usually, Mr. Kim doesn’t call me except about more files to be sent for archive or for more coffee or be it about setting up his meetings so I am not so happy about him calling me. "Sir?" I politely asked. "Ms. Sung, draw me an eleven inches line." He is even pettier now. How could this man become CEO if he’s this lazy? Ugh! I can’t even think how connection and damily inheritance put him up to this place. I used the ruler he placed on the coffee table and obediently did as he told. "Can you draw a parallel line next to that? About three inches apart? Make sure it’s a perfect parallel." He smiled. I held my breath and did so because I need this job. "Done sir, what do I have to do next?" He chuckled and leaned his head next to mine for a whisper. "That’s a vague illustration of how big this little dude is hanging down here." He took my hands and placed it in his bulge. It’s hot. And it’s soft yet hard. It’s a little squishy. I unconsciously squeezed it a little to know it’s real. "Ooh, that’s just right." The thing is, it didn’t really register to me that he’s actually brushing his lips against my neck and his body pressed against me and his weight pushes me to the couch. It came to me too late that he already had torn my stockings and raised my legs up. I looked into his eyes and they were hungry. I’d be a liar if I say I didn’t like him or fantasized about him. He is irresistible and he- oooh... Insert his long fingers, aaaah! Why in the world would he suddenly flick it around? "Sirr... Ugh! Wait..." I tried to push him away but he wouldn’t budge. "Stop, sir. Stop." "What? Your hole here says otherwise." Is this how it feels like? Being ravaged by a man? Being touched intimately by a man? I wonder how would it feel being- oh goodness! I see how he didn’t joke about the size of his shlong. He wrapped his hand around it, aiming it at my leaking entrance. My head turned fuzzy and every logic were now clouded with indescrible sensation. "I’ll put it in." "Wait, sir. Someone could see us." He chuckled. "Then we should hurry up." He breathed into my neck. It didn’t went in pretty easily. It’s hurts so bad I clawed his back. I think this is what it feels to give birth. "Wait, don’t move." I know he got what I mean and he stopped, looked at me and kissed me deeply. He explored the crevices of my mouth and he played with me tongue. He managed to tie my lips and he groaned that sounded almost like a grunt. His eyes were hungrier and I, I kissed him back. "I’ll move now." I didn’t object as I feel a little better now. I thought it would be just horrible but the more he pounded into me, and the deeper he went, the more he scraped me in and out... There is an itch building up. I want him to go faster, the pain is now irrelevant and I wondered how. I moaned and flexed my legs. He fondled my br*asts and sucked on my nip*le. I felt it all. Like fireworks, bursting with colorful sensation so sweet to the mouth. My throat dry. No shame nor embarrassment curtained my will and I gave into pleasure. I have, the honest feeling of letting logic go and let my instinct take over. He pounded on me faster and deeper, pressing his hips once in a while and all the time it feels so good. I ran short on breath and he... He looks excited as well. His muscles moved and his brows dripping with sweat. I feared, his suit might get stained, the smell might cling in to him and there, as if reading my thought, he took them off. Momentarily, I took a glimpse of his abs and they but gorgeous. He looked magnificent and once again, I caught sight of that thick and long shaft. It impaled me and that’s what went inside me. He kicked his lips and went to continue his ministrations. He was quick to out it in and he was learned, expert in his craft and he can hit the spot where it feels the most sensation. He looks into my face and smirks when he hears me moan it please. I know, he wants me to beg him for more. I do want him to do more. His jaw tightened. And he huffed. Almost at the brink if consciousness, I felt myself spasming and my stomach a little too tensed I arched my back and the screaming nerves just told me it feels so good. So good. I knew I came and I knew why he pulled out. He splurted his white and warm goo into my stockings and finished by wiping it with the same flinsy fabric. "I suggest you buy a new one." He smriked." It’s only now that shame came back to me and my face become hot. I went home earlier that day as he told me to. All night, I spent myself debating if I should come to the office next morning or let myself labeled AWOL. I can hardly walk after that so he had to send me home with his personal car. My phone rang and I received his text saying I shouldn’t come tomorrow. That u should take my time to rest with a wink emoji. I cried in silence. Stupid. I’m just stupid.