Do something before Mr. Johnson does something to you!

"Wait! Wait, Oohh Mr. Johnson."

He's sliding his hard cock up and down against the back of your skirt. You feel his weight grinding against your rump. Momentarily losing your balance, you grasp onto the file cabinet for support.

"Mr. Johnson, oh myy... is that your... I-I had no idea you felt this way about me!"

"For a very long time, Emily. I have watched you when you're not looking. I've seen how you flirt with everybody here in this office. But, none of them compare to me. Isn't that right, Emily?"

"But-but," you cry, "I wasn't flirting with anybody!"

His hand rubs at the small of your back. "It's okay, dear, I can guarantee that you want what I'm about to give you."

His other hand slides along the back of your smooth thigh heading up to where you don't want it to go. Suddenly, you pull away, twist around and press your back up against the cabinet to face him. You see his cock, big throbbing monster between his legs, and can't believe his size.

"Oh myyy, Mr. Johnson, that is a big uhh.."

"Johnson?" The old man says with a grin. "Now, dearie, don't be afraid. Tell me what's the matter?"

He places a hand gently at your waist, while his other hand grips onto the file cabinet.

Your large innocent eyes waver between up and down, as they don't know where to look. And unintentionally you sound seductive as you tell him slowly, "Mr. Johnson, you're so big..."

"But, I can be gentle..." he says.

"It won't fit..."

"If it's tight, then it's the perfect fit..."

"I'm not that kind of girl..."

"You don't know that you are..."

"Please, I'm saving it for someone special."

"You'll never meet anyone more special."

You realize it's useless to try convincing him further. He brings his other hand to your waist and pulls you in close. He kisses at your neck and face.

"Okay, Mr. Johnson. Oooohh." You've never felt anyone all over you like he is, and you don't know what to do; however, no matter how humiliating or debasing things become, you know you have to save yourself; even if it requires sacrificing the whole tree in order to protect the last forbidden fruit.

He slides a hand up your perfect figure and now you feel it at your breasts, judging their perfect roundness.

"Wow...these are the best tits." He says, as if he were comparing them to others in a store.

"ohhhh Mr. Johnson!" you cry. Automatically, you open your neck up further to him as he begins to lick it.

"Ohhhh Emily, you are so hot... mmmmmm...you're a tiger, aren't you baby? When I take you you're gonna get feisty with me, won't you?"

Now, his other hand is at your tits. You feel them invading all over.

"ohh Mr. Johnson.. ohhh.. wait..."

"Yes Emily?"

"I want to suck your cock."

The thought's been on the back of your mind. Not because you want to, but because it's the only way to get out of this partially intact as your own person, and not his possession.

"Ohhhhhh, there's my feisty Emily." His hands come to your shoulders and try to pull you down. "Get on your knees, little bitch."

You are resistant, but he forces you downward, and you find yourself on your knees, facing his hard cock.

But, you only see it momentarily as he suddenly grasps it and rubs it all over your face.

"Ohhhhh Emily, you're my favorite worker, you don't turn me down like the others."

What? How were the other girls able to turn him down when you didn't even get a chance for that!?

His comment has superbly upset you, and you open up your pouty lips to say something, but before you can even get a word in he grasps at your head with both hands and pulls your mouth onto his hard wrinkly cock. For the first time in your life, your mouth is grappled around a man's huge cock.

"Suck it for me baby, suck it how you want it." He says, his hands urging with **** at the back of your head.