I knock on your door.  I am here to see about working on your taxes. I am 
usually very busy this time of year, but a friend of mine asked if I could help out 
his friend. I told him, Ok, but only this one time.  You say to come in. You are 
behind your desk, on the phone and motion for me to come in and sit down.  I 
walk in, unsure of what I decided to wear. I usually work at home, so I do not 
tend to dress very business like.  I am wearing a short light pink colored dress that 
probably cuts a bit low in the front.  I make my way to the chair as you finish with 
the call.   You get up to shake my hand and say thanks for coming by. I know that 
it was a bit out of your way, but thank-you.  I tell you it is no problem and look 
around a bit. Your desk seems to be a bit of a mess and I wonder how your 
records are.  You begin to tell me that you finally decided to computerize the 
business, and just did not know were to start.  But then you were talking to our 
mutual friend and he told you about how I had computerized the accounting for 
other companies.  He thought I might be able to help.  I smile then I bend down to 
my bag and take out a pen and paper to write down some things.  I notice you 
checking out my cleavage, happy that I decided on the cream colored bra today 
(better then the red I originally had on 8-) I blush a little and begin to take notes. 
You start to tell me how you are currently keeping the records and about the 
company itself.  After you are through, I look up and tell you it really is not that 
bad. It should be not too much work to computerize you.  I suggest we use 
QuickBooks, as yours is a small company and that should work fine.  No reason 
to have over kill I tell you smiling at you.  I then ask when you would like to 
begin. You tell me that the sooner the better.  I say, "Well, in that case why don't 
you show me what you have and I should be able to take a few things with me to 
get started. OK?"  With that you tell me to bring your chair over to your desk and 
you can show me a few things.   I get up, move my chair next to you and sit 
down.  You then take everything out to show me. I shake my head a little at the 
mess you have been keeping.  I joke about it.  You tell me it really isn't as bad as 
it looks.  With that we begin.

  After a little while you ask if I would care for something to drink. I tell you 
water is fine, thanks.  I move to stretch my back a little and you bring the water 
over and tell me I look a bit tense.  You then put your hands on my shoulders to 
massage them.  I moan slightly telling you that I get this way every tax season. I 
get very stressed, overworked. Begin to tell you that I wish I knew of a way to 
relax, get rid of some of the stress.  With a chuckle you tell me that there lots of 
are ways to get rid of stress.  I look at you over my shoulder with a smile and ask, 
"and what ways would that be?"  You massage a bit more and tell me I could 
always give you a spanking.  I act a bit surprised, blushing, saying, "But I haven't 
done anything wrong."  You smile saying, "I don't know if I agree with that. You 
coming in here all dressed like that, then asking all surprised when someone try to 
check out how you looked."  Blushing a bit more, I tell you that, maybe I 
shouldn't have worn this dress. You shake you head and say, it is too late for that.  
With that you then sit back in your chair and grabbing my wrist to move me 
across your lap.  You then begin to rub my bottom over my dress, which has 
moved up quite a bit, barely covering my bottom.  You then smack my bottom a 
couple of times, making me squirm a little.  After a couple of more you slowly 
move my dress up to reveal my cream colored silk panties, to match the bra.  You 
then rub a bit again and then begin to spank again.  SPANK …SPANK …SPANK 
… harder with each slap.   A few more slaps and I squirm a bit more, then you 
stop, rub your hand over my ass and begin to remove my panties.  You slip them 
over my ass and down my legs.  You mention to me what a nice pink my ass has 
become, but you then begin to spank again saying that it would look even nicer a 
bit more red.  SPANK …SPANK …SPANK … again you begin.  Harder and 
harder…SPANK …SPANK …SPANK …until you all of a sudden stop. You then 
begin to rub my ass again, this time easing you hand lower. As I move my legs a 
little you begin to caress my clit with your finger as you move your other finger 
into my pussy noticing how wet I have become.  I moan as you begin to move 
your fingers in and out of my pussy.  You move them faster and faster until I 
begin to climax with a loud moan.  You then move your finger to my clit, rubbing 
it again, softly then a bit harder as I moan louder and louder.  You take your 
fingers back to my pussy. Moving then in and out, faster and faster. This time as I 
cum with a gush as I yell out.  You then slowly remove your hand and I move off 
of your lap.  I realize that your pants are a bit wet from me, and begin to remove 
your pants.  I then take your cock out and move to take it into my mouth.  I slowly 
being my lips around it as I take it deeper and deeper into my mouth.  I suck on it 
and I lick up and down your cock, stroking it as I suck harder. I begin to move 
your cock into my mouth deeper and faster each time.  As I take it in deeper I 
begin to feel you cumming. I suck down your cum as you pump more into my 
mouth, licking your cock clean.  You begin to go soft as I take you out of my 
mouth.  I get up to straighten myself up and gather my papers.  As I finish getting 
all of your papers together in my bag, I begin to walk towards the door, smiling 
back at you as I say, "I will have to stop back in a few days to work out some 
more details."