There is a proper way for them to dress. If they cannot play by the rules then they deserve the punishment. What good are pants to the cameras? It usually took only one violation before they would learn to conform so I had not developed any expectation that they enjoyed being punished. And they knew where the door was so it wasn't like I was forcing them. That was confirmed by having gone through many of them despite the astronomic rates I paid them. The video clips speak for themselves.

Layla wore a tight skirt to her interview like so many others. I remember those long legs in heels, pantyhose, blue skirt, and white tank top with no bra. She had no experience whatsoever and did not fit my demographic. The urban character contrasted exotic foreign undertones and fruit pheromones that radiated from her. Scratching my head over her lack of credentials she kept adjusting herself in the chair as her nipples would pop out over her top. I offered her the job and she accepted.

New hires would typically get lazy after a few days and do something stupid like wear pants, shorts, or anything that was uninteresting to the cameras. It didn't surprise me as I was leaving for lunch one day I noticed her pants. So on my way out I told her that I would like to see her in my office when I got back.

The others must have told her about disobedience because she wasn't at her desk when I returned. I figured she was gone. And when I entered my office I hadn't expected to see her pants folded on my desk and her swiveling in my chair wearing those stockings and silver heels.

Since I was stunned she took charge and told me to sit down on the ground where the cameras were placed like I had them under all the women's desks. When I asked why she just started playing with herself staring at my lips. I was aroused and curious to see where this was going so I obliged.

She ignored me for a while checking messages on her phone and eating the lunch that I had brought back for myself. When I'd had enough and tried coming out from under the desk she push me back down with her heels and would start pleasing herself. After teasing me like this for nearly 20 minutes she finally put down her phone and started rubbing me with her feet. A bit more relaxed she let me touch her. I'll never forget running my hands up those sheer white stockings perfected by her exotic skin tone. The warmth of her body was somehow...electric. After my hands worked their way into her panties and pulled them off she kicked her legs up into a perfect V and grabbed the back of my head forcing my face into her.

She tasted good. I became fully erect while pleasing her. After working her thoroughly immersed in between her legs and my face dripping she reached and pulled my shirt up toward her and finally let me out from under the desk. As stood up she was already working my pants off and she grabbed the base of my cock and held it tightly so that it swelled. Examining it with a sinister attitude she slapped it a few times, giggled, and then paused. She looked at me biting her lower lip and then commenced the devouring. I had never seen a girl's head work so forcefully. Hearing, "mm mm" emanate from her like she was enjoying a tasty snack she'd never experienced before--that was new to me too.

She stopped and made eye contact, "Are you ready to punish me?" Before I could answer what now looked like a guilty wide eyed school girl she hopped onto my desk, spread her legs wide, and then whispered as if to acquiesce, "Punish me boss." Then she laughed maniacally and commanded, "Punish me now!" and muttered something in her native tongue.

The minutes that followed were beyond control. Oh I tried punishing her and I wanted it to be a good long punishing but she kept saying, "I want you to come." Then louder she changed the inflection, "I want you TO COME". She kept her legs flexed showing me the subtle muscle development she had from what must have been years of dancing, running, or whatever she did.

The last thing I remember was her ripping open a hole in her top forcing her large boobs to project up and outward as she let out the first scream. Did she climax?

I hadn't seen her nipples since the interview. So many thoughts racing and moving faster and harder I tried to reach to suck on them at the same time but as I was stretching my neck and replaying the scene of her breasts popping out I welled up and finally had to release. Pounding as hard as I could she started screaming "COME ANGEL! COME BABY! COME!". As my load began flowing the last scream started as a low pitch and rose to such great soprano stratospheric heights and finally broke into yelling to the ceiling what I can only imagine must have been cathartic to a Portuguese woman.

I am pretty sure everyone in the office heard. The silence that followed was uncomfortable. We both stared at each other for a while anticipating each others thoughts before we started laughing.





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