Ergonomic Office Chair

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I wonder if I can get a better rate for the community garden if I hire that woman who grows the hydrangeas herself. And what if I call the breakfast council about that fundraiser? Maybe March? Or make it seasonal? One in April, one in August.

There should be enough momentum for that. What do you think? Hey, pay attention.

Deep breaths. Now answer me. You know how I feel about repeating myself, love.

But I do have such a soft spot for you. I'm not sure if I can get a better rate for the community garden if I hire that woman who grows the hydrangeas herself. And what if I call the breakfast council about that fundraiser? Maybe March? Or make it seasonal? Or make it seasonal? Or make it seasonal? Or make it seasonal? Or make it seasonal? Or make it seasonal? Or make it seasonal? Or make it seasonal? Or make it seasonal? Or make it seasonal? Or make it seasonal? Or make it seasonal? Or make it seasonal? So I'll ask again.

Should we have a single fundraiser in March, or be ambitious and try for seasonal slots in April and August? I thought you might say so. I'll have you call their offices later to schedule a meeting.

You'll definitely need that reminder, won't you? Well, you seem pretty brainless already. How does it feel? Of course it's painful.

So close, yet so far. My full body weight putting as much pressure on you as possible. But you haven't moved those hips, and even though you could, you haven't moved those arms either.

You're being so good for me, love. Oh, is that a sweet little moan just for me? Oh, it's a shame, really.

It's a shame I can't let you move. I have some time before our next meeting, and it would be delightful to be able to just let you bend me over this desk beforehand. But alas, only pets who remember their place get to fuck me.

Oh, sweetheart, I'm sure you can be good. And you usually are. That's why your little rebellion was such a surprise and must be dealt with.

Oh, you're sorry. You learned your lesson. I swear.

Oh, but sweetheart, how can that be? I've only been sitting on your dick for 20 minutes so far. Surely you're not that far gone already.

I know I feel good to you, sweetheart. That's why you disobeyed me, isn't it? I'm just too good to resist.

I'm too soft, too warm, too wet for you to stay put. Oh, is that hard for you? Feeling my pussy squeezing and moving over you? And you can't reciprocate? Tell me.

Tell me how it feels. Beautiful. Perhaps you have learned your lesson.

So let's go over this again. You were supposed to what? That's right.

You were supposed to slide inside of me and stroke yourself until you reached your limit. And then what? Right.

Wait for the end of the call, let me finish a bit of paperwork, and then you would be allowed to come. You couldn't hold it, could you? No, you couldn't keep it together, baby.

So what happened? Since you're having so much trouble, I'll remind you. Instead of being good and patient for me, the instant I put that phone down, you grabbed my hair, pulled me back, and fucked me like I was one of those girls you like to pick up at executive clubs.

Remember? Remember how you gripped my hip so hard it bruised so you could hold yourself up while you begged for forgiveness? I'm sorry, miss, I just can't stop.

Your pussy is so perfect, miss. And instead of waiting, instead of following the simplest instruction, you give me I'm-sorries and half-intelligible thank-yous, while you force your karma as deep inside of me as possible. Remember? Oh, you're really sorry.

You didn't seem very sorry when you were just taking what you wanted, gripping my ass and babbling like a fool about how much you need my pussy. What would the board think if they'd caught you whining about how obsessed you are, how much you love making me come all over that Cherrywood conference table they're so proud of? Oh no, you want to come? Of course you do, baby.

You're just a selfish little brat, too brainless to think of anybody but yourself. Did you even think of trying to give me an orgasm? Anything at all to make up for your horrendous lack of self-control? I had to have that meeting with my panties full of your cum.

A sticky, wet reminder of how weak you are. You're sorry. I don't know if I believe you.

Sorry won't quite cut it. Mm-hmm. See, this is what this dick is for.

For me to suck, to use, to ride whenever I want, however I want, without interference from you. Isn't that right? Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Say, I'm sorry for having no self-control, miss. Say, I'm sorry for having no discipline, miss.

Oh, no. I'm sorry for being such a needy, selfish little pig. I'm sorry for forcing you to take my cum and not even offering to thank you properly because I'm such a brainless bitch.

Mm-hmm. And? Mm-hmm.

Because you're what? Yeah. Oh, fuck.

Mm-hmm. God, you sound so pretty. You know I love it when you're fucking pathetic.

You feel that slipknot? Mm-hmm. Have you been touching it since I sat back down? Tell me the truth.

Of course you have. But you're too good to untie it, aren't you? You can follow at least one instruction, one tiny little rule, can't you? Yeah, of course you can.

I knew you could do it. Now, untie it. Oh, I love surprising you.

You're so dumbstruck. You heard me, honey. Slip the knot.

How are your hands? No numbness, no tingling? Good, good.

Flex those wrists, stretch your fingers. You're gonna need those hands. Why? Because, sweet cake, I've decided I'm going to give you a little reward for taking your punishment so well.

Mm, I am. You know, having to move myself up and down your dick for you was fairly taxing. And I shouldn't have to do that, should I? No, I didn't think so either.

So, I'm going to let you move me with your own two hands. Yeah, baby, you can hold on to me as tight as you want. There we go.

Oh, right over the hips, huh? I love how firm your hold is. But then, that's why you're doing it, right? To please me? Yeah, of course you are.

Now, fuck me. Oh, fuck. Oh, sweetie, it's so much better when you work so hard to get all the way inside me.

Oh, how's that one supposed to make a point? Oh, what? Oh, somebody wants redemption.

Is that it? You want to make me come all over this chair? I'll make you feel proud of yourself.

Come on. Harder. Harder.

Oh, fuck. Fuck, you're kidding. How could that even be? Oh, fuck.

It's coming from inspections. You know I have to answer it, sweetheart. Yeah.

You keep your hands right where they are and don't move a muscle until I finish this call. Hello? Hi, yeah, I have time.

How can I help? No, no, don't worry about it. Take your time.

Mm-mm, out right now, so I'm answering for both of us. You're supposed to meet with the city this week, right? Mm-hmm.

Right, the annual, which you emailed and called them about last week. Yeah, of course I remember. Why? That's not possible.

Well, he can insist on whatever the hell he likes. Neither reality nor I much give a damn. Hold on.

I think I can solve this. You mind if I place you on a brief hold? Thanks, thanks.

Yeah, one sec. You behave yourself. I know it hurts, baby, but this is important, isn't it? That guy from the mayor's office, the new one? I think he fucked up keeping track of correspondence.

He's insisting we didn't send him our final publication or the meeting reminder. Sweetheart, what's got you breathing so hard? I can barely concentrate.

Oh, so close again. So close to getting what you wanted. Now here I am, crawling through emails.

Shame it's so important. It'd normally tend to you during this little pause. But duty calls.

Well, of course she sent it. I was there at her desk. And if I was there when she sent it, then it's probably.

.. Wait. ECC2? I knew it.

Oh, sweetie, you know I had to take a victory squeeze. Gosh, you're breathing so loudly. Hey, you still there? Wonderful.

Yeah, no, I found it. Mm-hmm. Exactly when you said you did.

No, no, I wasn't worried at all. I already knew you'd done it. And even so, these meetings are historically surprises.

So it wouldn't make a difference either way. Yeah. In fact, give me a second.

While I have you, I'll forward the initial request and CC you. Great. Yeah, give me a second.

To whom it may concern, please see attached correspondence from the 17th. Individual listed, available for questions or concerns, and sent. Did you get it? Great.

Yeah, and if there are any other issues with them, don't be afraid to call again. Great. Have a good afternoon.

Bye. You did so well, sweetie. It was all you could do to hold on and take deep breaths, wasn't it? I can feel you touching me now.

Does it turn you on watching me take over for other people too? Listening to me, putting other people in their place? Just like you, huh? Show me.

Show me how much you like it. Oh, really? Feeling some energy pent up in your body, are you? Well, I did say I have a soft spot for you, didn't I? You hate me, that's all.

You're so mean when you're getting what you want. You could at least kiss me. You know how I like it.

Come on. Oh, fuck. I guess I didn't tell you to stop yet.

Even if I did, would you be able to? Could you stop right now if I asked you to? Very deep in my pussy, throbbing and ready to fuck.