Page 90 of Alonzo

“No, of course not, Miss Sunshine. You said you have a report for me?”

“Yes, sir.” She thrusts a stack of papers towards me.

The stack of papers is just a handful of junk mail from my porch. But I look them over while I reach down to stroke my cock.

“Oh. I feel terrible now. I see that your naked time just started. And now I’ve ruined it. What can I do to make it up to you, Mr. Derringer?” She looks up at me and licks her lips. “Hmm?”

It’s only now that I notice she’s wearing something more… Tara. Not a pencil skirt and tight blouse, but a pair of wide-legged linen pants and a silky pink camisole. “Well… perhaps you’d like to join me?”

“If that will make up for my indiscretion, I’d be more than happy to.” She lifts her camisole over her head to reveal a cream-colored strapless bra.

“Did you bring these clothes with you?”

“Lonnie. Shut up and play by the rules. No breaking character.”

“Sorry.”

“Whew,” she says, twirling her cami in the air on one finger and then letting it go so it splashes up against my chest. “Naked feels good.” She reaches behind her, unclasps her bra and lets that drop to the floor at her feet. Then she pops the button on her pants and starts wiggling them over her hips in a seductive stripper way, her tits bouncing as she does this, her nipples peaking up into tight little bunches.

I begin to jerk off more intently.

She slips the pants down to her thighs, then turns around and bends over, giving me a perfect view of her pussy as she slides them over her knees and they fall to the floor. She pivots on the balls of her feet, grinning at me, and then steps out of her pants completely bare.

“I like naked time. What do you usually do?” She saunters up to me, pressing her breasts against my chest and placing her hands on both my shoulders.

I stare down at her and she blinks her eyes, waiting for my response.

“Uh… I usually get a massage.”

She looks down at my cock, which is not fully hard, then removes my hand from my shaft and replaces it with hers. “Let me help you with that while you look over my report. I hope I did a good job. I would hate for you to be disappointed.”

I glance down at the junk mail, almost snicker, but catch it just in time. She will surely chastise me if I break character again.

She’s pumping her hand up and down the shaft of my cock in a very deliberate motion. Squeezing it just enough to mimic the tightening of pussy muscles during a real fuck. For some reason I flash back to the last time we had a real phone fuck. When she was blowing that dildo like it was really my cock.

I look down at the junk mail again. “Oh. Wow.”

“What’s wrong?” she coos.

“This… this is bad, Miss Sunshine. I’m… I really don’t know what to say. You know, when I gave you this job I told you what I expected. And you assured me you could write reports like a champ. But this… I’m sorry, Miss Sunshine. I’m gonna have to let you go.”

She lowers herself to her knees, eyes trained on mine. She kisses the tip of my cock and then her tongue darts out and gives it a little lick. “I can do better. All you have to do is tell me what you want. I’m very good at following directions.”

I make a face and shake my head. “No. No, Miss Sunshine, you’re really not. I’ve told you dozens of times how I’d like these reports done. And you willfully refuse to follow my directions. I’m afraid you’ll have to go. Unless…”

“Unless?” She’s still looking up at me, still casually kissing the tip of my cock, her tongue still swirling around it as her hand continues to squeeze my shaft.

I want to fuck her whole face right now. And come all over her tits.

“I’ve been far too lenient with you. You need to be disciplined. But I’m afraid even that won’t help your blatant disobedience. So… no. I’m going to have to let you go.”

“Please, no.” She blinks her eyes at me. “I will take whatever punishment you wish to deliver. Without comment or questions.”

Hmm. Well, this is new. And fun. And hot.

“OK, Miss Sunshine. I will give you one more chance to prove your commitment to this firm.” I grab her arm and pull her up to her feet. “Come with me.”

I lead her over to the couch and take a seat. Then pat my thigh. “Bend over my knee, Miss Sunshine.”