Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

I finished off with a couple of firm spanks and indicated she could now stand up. She promptly turned to face me, glaring at me, her lips compressed tightly, probably to stop herself saying anything she might regret. Quite different from another pair of lips that had looked full and puffy and pursed as though ready for a kiss.


"Well, I think we both understand the situation," I said before Oviya could say anything. "Just remember the edict about future transgressions and we'll get along with no problems. Oh, and I'd like you to stay back for a while this evening. I have some things I need to catch up on."

I turned to go and sit behind my desk again but stopped and turned back to Oviya.

"Ah, you might want to straighten you skirt before you go," I advised.

She'd been so busy fuming and thinking nasty thoughts that she'd forgotten to tidy up her clothes and she was standing facing me with her naughty bits on full display. She blushed and made an inarticulate sound. By the time I sat down she was beating a retreat, clothes in position.

The rest of the day went smoothly and just after the general knock-off time I called Oviya in for the extra work I wanted. I knew she'd have waited because the overtime rates specified in her contract were very generous. So were her normal rates, come to think of it.

She came in and sat down and once again she leant forward, showing off some very nice cleavage. She just couldn't help herself was my guess. I sighed and rose from my chair, strolling around to the front of my desk and looked down at her.



"You know, one of the things I've found most pleasing about working with you is your excellent memory," I told her. "I give you instructions once and you remember and follow them. I have to admit I'm quite surprised that you forgot my latest instructions so quickly."

"Excuse me?" she said in a puzzled voice.

I reached down and started flicking open the buttons on her blouse. She gasped and grabbed at my hands but I just slapped hers away and continued with the buttons. There were only a few of them so it didn't take much effort, and then I drew the two sides of her blouse apart, exposing a very nice pair of breasts. They looked even better this way than they did with the cleavage peek, and they'd looked pretty good then.



"I specifically warned you about what would happen if you came into my office without a bra, and yet here you are."

"B-but I didn't wear one today. You know I didn't," she protested, trying to cover her breasts with her hands and finding my hands in the way.

"That's not an excuse," I pointed out. "There was nothing to stop you going shopping at lunch time and buying one."

She started spluttering, trying to give me an excuse, and I wasn't having a bar of it.

"Discipline must be maintained," I told her. "You were warned and you knew the penalty."

I caught her wrists and drew her to her feet. Releasing her wrists my hands dropped to her skirt and I had it unhooked and unzipped in a flash, pushing both the skirt and her excuse for panties down out of the way.

"If you think I'm going to bend over the desk, or even lean back against it, you're crazy," she hissed.

"I was thinking no such thing," I denied. "I'm feeling much too lazy for any strenuous activity so I'm just going to lean back in my chair and let you settle down on top of me. It's your fault so as far as I'm concerned you might as well do most of the work."



She looked slightly, ah, surprised, I suppose you could say.

"You have got to be kidding me," she stated, her voice redolent with disbelief.

"Why would I do that?" I asked. "It's not as though you don't want to. Look at these, just begging to be touched."

I reached out and casually flicked a nipple. An erect nipple, I might add, one standing firmly to attention. She looked down at her breasts, glaring at them, seeming to think they were betraying her, which was fair enough, I guess, as they certainly were.

I strolled back around to my side of the desk, turned to face her and dropped my trousers. That done I sat down and leaned back, enjoying the view as she was totally exposed, and subtly daring her to refuse. She wanted to refuse, which wasn't any real surprise, but she also wanted to go ahead and do it. Right now she was just justifying it to herself, telling herself that I was forcing her into this.



For a few moments she stood there in silence, eyeing me and my equipment, even though she was pretending not to notice it. Her face had a slight flush and she was breathing a little deeper.

She finally came to a decision and it was the right one. Well, right from my point of view. She stepped completely out of her skirt and panties and started edging around the desk towards me, chewing on her lip as she came.

She stopped when she was in front of me, looking a little confused. She was probably wondering just how she went about hopping aboard, as it were. I decided to do the gentlemanly thing and give her a hand. I straightened up and reached for her, my hands going snugly around her bottom. Then I leaned back again, bringing her with me so she finished up lying on top of me. That accomplished I waited to see what she would do. (Still with my hands on her bottom, stroking it. She had a nice bottom.)



She started wriggling around, muttering to herself as she did so. I very carefully didn't listen to what she was saying as I suspected she was talking about me rather than to me. Her wriggling was doing some interesting things to my libido, especially as it meant she was rubbing herself against my cock. I had no objection to that at all.