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Girls Working Late
Miranda sits at her desk, eyes glued to the computer. She is working late as usual, proofreading a presentation she is working on for the next day, trying to make sure she gets everything absolutely right.
You open the door to your workmate’s office and slip in. “Hi Miranda,” you say softly, so as not to startle her.
Miranda looks up. “Oh, Hi there. I didn’t think anyone else was still here!”
“Well, I was just about to leave when I saw your light on. You should go home too, you know. You need your rest for that presentation tomorrow.”
“Oh…” Miranda shrugs. “I’ll be fine.”
You walk over to Miranda’s desk, standing behind her. You lightly rest your hands on her shoulders. “You feel tense,” you say. “Why don’t you let me give you a back massage?”
Before Miranda can say anything, you have begun kneading your fingers into her back, finding the sore spots and massaging them gently.
“Oh, wow,” Miranda sighs. “That feels so good.” She leans back in her chair and relaxes her neck and back for the first time in a long while.
“I’m glad you like it,” you smile. As you continue the backrub, you slowly begin to slide your hands further forward on Miranda’s shoulders, until you are almost touching her breasts. Miranda has her eyes closed and doesn’t seem to notice. You lightly brush the left nipple, and a shudder goes through Miranda’s body, but she still doesn’t protest. “Hmmm,” you think to yourself, “so the rumors in the office might have some truth to them after all. This could be interesting.” You lean down toward Miranda and kiss her lightly on the back of the neck, while continuing the massage. Finding no resistance, you spin her chair around.
Miranda smiles. “Are you coming on to me?”
“Well… I suppose you could say that.”
“Good. I’ve thought you were attractive for a while, but never had the courage to act on it.” Miranda pulls you down into her lap and begins kissing you. You close your eyes and return the kiss with passion. You don’t see Miranda’s hand slowly reaching into a drawer of her desk….
Suddenly, with one swift motion, Miranda grabs your arms and clasps them behind your back. You feel cold steel around your wrists as handcuffs are locked around them.
“Miranda! What? I mean…”
Miranda smiles. “And now to do this right.” She unbuttons your jacket, pushing it down around your arms and exposing the sheer beige shell you wear underneath. Miranda plays with your nipples through the fabric, first with her fingers and then with her tongue, until the material over your breasts is quite see-through. You moan softly at first, then a little louder. Miranda then takes a pair of scissors and a scarf out of her desk. When you see what she is about to do, your eyes widen. “No, Miranda! Please! I don’t mmmphh…” Your last word is muffled as Miranda pushes the scarf into your mouth and ties it behind your head. You are pretty helpless now, and you know it. You whimper softly as Miranda cuts through the thin material of your shirt, pushing it back and exposing your white lace bra underneath.
“You’re lucky. This bra opens in the front.” Miranda opens the bra and begins fondling your breasts in earnest, taking them in handfuls and pressing the nipples into her mouth. When she tongues both nipples at once, you go crazy. Your hips gyrate against Miranda’s legs.
“Hmmm… We may need a bit more space.” Miranda forces you to stand, then clears off a space on her desk. She pushes you down onto it so that you lie spread out, arms above your head. Miranda then begins running her hands slowly up and down your nylon-covered legs. She goes almost up to the place where they join, then stops teasingly, eliciting a groan from you.
“Do you want me to stop?” asks Miranda. You shake your head emphatically no. “Well then…” she says, “you’ll have to accept whatever I choose to do to you. Can you do that?”
You nod. To your surprise, now you have gotten over the initial shock of being cuffed and gagged, you find you are getting quite aroused.
Miranda continues her torturous passage up and down your legs, getting closer to the juncture each time. She then stops abruptly. She moves closer to you and grasps your skirt. You, understanding what Miranda wants, raise your hips obediently to allow Miranda to remove it, which she does very slowly and teasingly. With the skirt off, Miranda steps back to get a good look at you.
Miranda moves to your feet, removing the high heels you are wearing and massaging each foot a little before moving on. She then works the pantyhose down your legs and removes these as well. She seems delighted to find that you are wearing no panties under them.
“Now roll over onto your stomach,” Miranda commands. You just look at her, wondering what will be next. “Do it!” Miranda says forcefully. You have no choice but to obey. You hear a drawer open and close, but can’t see what Miranda is doing. Then you feel a light slap on your bare ass. Then another, harder, and harder. It feels as though you are being whipped with some long, thin object. The slaps continue until your bare bottom is quite red and sore, then Miranda abruptly says, “Roll over.” You do so, wincing at the pain in your ass, and see that the offending object is a ruler. You have little time to see anything else though, because Miranda suddenly pushes three fingers into your wet pussy. She is surprised at how wet you are, and feels glad that you are enjoying your punishment. You gasp as Miranda begins finger-fucking you, using her thumb to stimulate your sensitive clit. Just when you are on the verge of climax, though, Miranda stops.
“I’ve been doing all these things for you, isn’t it about time you did something for me, dear?” Miranda pulls you off the desk and gesture for you to kneel in front of her on the floor. Miranda then quickly removes her own skirt, hose, and panties and straddles your face. You, quite aroused yourself by this time, begin to lick and suck at Miranda’s cunt and clit.
“Oh, don’t stop… It feels so good… Oh, right there!” Miranda gasps and sighs her way to an orgasm, then gets down on the floor beside you, push you down on the ground, and returns the favor. Aided by Miranda’s enthusiastic tongue and fingers, you quickly climax. The tension has built up for so long you almost can’t stand it when you finally get your release.
The two of you lie on the floor for a few moments, exhausted by your efforts, then Miranda sits up and reaches for her desk. She unlocks the handcuffs and removes the gag, then looks over at you. “I hope I wasn’t too rough… I know I surprised you.”
You blush, aware you can’t hide the excitement you have felt. “I didn’t mind… I liked it!”
“Good,” Miranda smiles, pulling on her clothes. “And now I think it’s time for us both to go home.”
“But what about my shirt?” you protest.
“That’s your problem,” laughs Miranda as she walks out the door. “Don’t forget to turn out the light!”
You sigh, then button your jacket over the remains of your torn blouse. As you walk to your car, you think over the interesting evening. “Well, one thing’s for sure,” you say to yourself, “I certainly won’t mind working late anymore!”
The End
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