THE INTERVIEW
Laura's P.O.V.
Only allowing herself a moment for a steady breath, Laura pushed the door open. Wow, her friend had not been exaggerating when she said her new employer was gorgeous. He was tall, dark, and handsome. He's over six foot, with dark black hair with a slight wave to it, with eyes the color of the ocean. A straight nose above a sensual mouth and cheekbones prominent below a broad forehead screamed male model. He was a fantasy come to life.
He rose as she entered, and moved to shake her hand. His hands were large, and she wondered if the frisson of electricity she felt was her anticipation at meeting him. “Laura, thank you for meeting with me today. Please, have a seat.”
His deep, smoky voice curled around her and brushed over her body. She loved the feel of his eyes as they moved over her. She watched as his eyes were drawn to her legs as she crossed them and he took in the fact that her skirt rode further up her legs. She fought the urge to open her legs for him to see her black silk thong. Embarrassed at how badly she wanted him to see her, liquid began to pool between her legs in anticipation.
Over the next twenty minutes, as they talked about her résumé, what her current duties were, and what she could expect if she came to work for him, she found herself almost entranced by his deep voice. He seemed pleased by her, and she knew the moment he made his decision. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes caressed over her, and, if it was possible, his voice became even deeper.
"Are you here for a different type of interview because you looks suggests something else"He says his voice deep and husky...
Her mouth suddenly goes dry and her nipples ached. “Yes.”
His eyebrow went up. “And? Do you think you would be able to fulfill all my requirements?”
“Yes.” An exhalation of air escaped her.
“When you accept this job you are giving me permission to fuck you wherever, whenever, and however I want to? No objections?”
“Yes.” She was so wet that her thong clung to her, and she parted her legs for emphasis.
His eyes darkened as he looked his fill between her legs. She fought the urge to close her legs again. He was so quiet. Then he smiled with satisfaction and stood up. Rounding his desk, he stood above her, and she craned her neck to meet his intent gaze. His hand captured hers, and he pulled her up. His touch was light, but it burned through her. Inches away from him, her body sparked to life with want and the need to touch him. He turned and pulled her to the small sitting area that contained a black leather couch and two club chairs. She watched as he settled into the couch, then went freely as he tugged her down into his lap. The feel of him was almost her undoing. Fire ran through her, and she trembled as his large hand stroked her right thigh.
“Tell me why someone as beautiful as you would want this job.” His eyes were intent on her, and she couldn’t even blink, the thought of breaking the connection was painful.
His hand stilled on her thigh, and he picked up her hand, which was clenched in a tight ball. At his touch, she opened her hand and he brought it to his mouth. His kiss was just a light touch against her open palm, but she felt it in her clenched pussy.
His mouth closed over her finger, and his hot mouth sucked the digit deep into his mouth. The velvet of his tongue learning her skin made her wet, and she clenched her thighs together.
Her tummy curled and her breathing fractured. She leaned into him, greedy for the touch of his body against hers.
Allowing her finger to fall from his mouth with a soft kiss at the tip, he kept her hand in his.
His dark eyes studied her intently. “If you agree to this then you need to know that your body, your pussy, belongs to me, and me alone, while this lasts. Everyone but me is off limits. Do you understand that? No one gets close enough to even touch you.”
His fierce words thrilled her and scared her.
His eyes roamed over her body and slid back up to her face, and he nodded his agreement. “I want to see you.”
She stood on legs that trembled, but her hands were oddly steady as she unbuttoned the plain white blouse and let it fall to the floor. As she drew the white camisole over her head, she brushed one of her breasts. The slight touch made her already hard nipples edge toward pain within the black silk bra. With a slight movement at the catch of the bra between her breasts, they swung free, heavy with desire. Her areolae, normally a pale pink, were dark with desire, her nipples hard and begging to be sucked. Her hands went to the back of her skirt, and slowly she unzipped it and pushed it down her hips. She let it fall down her legs. Her thong was only a whisper of black silk that barely covered her. She untied the catches at the side and it floated to the floor, leaving her bare but for her heels. His eyes roved over her, missing nothing, not even the juices that slicked the bare lips of her pussy. She could smell herself, and as he sat just inches away from her, she wondered if he could too.
He motioned to the chair across from him. “Bring the chair closer, and open your legs so that I can see your pussy.” His voice was even deeper now.
The smooth, cool leather was a shock to her overheated skin. She was embarrassed to feel her juices pool beneath her. She spread her legs to him as far as she could within the confines of the chair, but she could tell he wasn’t pleased with the view. Taking a deep breath, she moved one leg and then the other over the arms of the chair, and was now spread wide for him to see.
“Yesss, that is a good girl. Now I want you to touch yourself until you come.”
A part of her was shocked, but another part of her gloried in his instructions. Her fingers moved easily inside her dripping wet pussy as she ran one finger lightly over her clit, which was so tight and sensitive that even a light touch almost set her off.
“Tell me what you’re thinking of. What are you imagining?”
Her eyes locked with his. “You,You. You’re licking my wet pussy, your tongue on me. Over and over again you lick me deep and suck my clit hard.” Laura slipped two fingers inside her pussy. She wanted to make it last, but knew she was already close to coming, so hot and wet. “And then you turn me over and lean me over your desk. You pull up my skirt and your cock is inside me, filling me up.”
Oh God, she wasn’t going to make this last. She was too hot. She tugged at her left breast, twisting the tight bud. “Your hands are hard on my hips, and you are pounding into me, harder and harder.”
She was there, too close. “More, please more.” She moaned, and then she slid over the edge.
As she floated back into her body, the room was silent but heavy. Her new emoloyers eyes still on her and now almost feral with need. It surprised her, but made her feel so good.
Suddenly preplexed to see her friend in the office. She had been so busy masturbating she had no idea she had been caught but soon Laura started to read the room. Apparently it seems her friend knew exactly what was going on and she was in on it too...
Unsure of what she should do now, Laura found herself unable to look away as she watched her friend take her new employer's gorgeous cock into her mouth. His cock was as stunning as he was, long and hard. Its tip, dripping pre-cum, glistened proudly. Her mouth watered at the sight of him and her, everything seems strange but yet exciting.
Without even realizing it, she began to touch herself again, her juices flowing faster than before at the sight in front of her. She looked up and met his gaze. She moved her hand faster, stroking her clit in tight little circles. The slurping sounds drew her once again to her friend's ministrations. Laura was impressed at how much Cynthia her friend could take of him.
She really knew her way around his cock because she went again and again his dick moved in and out of her mouth, as if he were fucking her mouth. It sent her over the edge again, and she came in short pants. As she came, she watched him spurt into Cynthia's mouth and Cynthia seemed to relish his cum, milking him with both hands, her tongue moving over him for every last drop.
Laura’s pussy ached at the sight before her. She felt empty inside. Drawing her legs from the arms of the chair, she squeezed them tightly. She watched her new employer whisper something to Cynthia and her friend nodded and turned to her smiling...
"You can start work by Monday"He friend giggles with so much excitement and Laura's face was still plastered with shock and happiness...
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Laura's first day, she was back, dressed in a button-down blouse and a short skirt that only barely covered her ass she went to work with the brightest of all smiles. Her friend Cynthia had offered given her dos and don'ts on what to do and what not to do and also her new bosses preferences..
Her new boss preferred skirt for the easy access. Underneath, Laura wore no panties. After a morning spent at her secretarial desk, going through the calendar and running through various reports that had to be run and how to do them,
Soon the phone rang and it was her boss , immediately she headed straight to her bosses office knocking...
“Come in.” His voice was low and inviting.
At his words, liquid heat shot right to her pussy.. She went into his office to find him already seated behind his desk. After closing the door behind her with a gentle click, she moved further into the room until she was in front of his desk.
“Take off your blouse.” The deep rumble of his voice had her nipples stiff and aching. Slowly, thankful she didn’t fumble, she undid her blouse and pulled it from her skirt. Carefully, she laid it over the back of the chair and stood proudly before him.
“Now your bra.” The catch at the back released immediately, and she drew the bra down her arms, sighing in relief as her breasts swayed freely, swollen and hard.
“Come here.” At his command, her pussy almost gushed in anticipation. She was slightly unsteady as she came around his desk. Now only a few feet from him, her pussy clenched in eagerness.
“Now your skirt.” Three large buttons were all that held up the skirt. With the last button he realized she had nothing on beneath, and his eyes darkened. He reached out, and his hands landed on her hips and drew her even closer, into the V of his open legs. The feel of his large hands covering her hips easily made her tremble with need. His hands shifted to the smooth skin of her ass and squeezed lightly, as if he were learning her. A sigh escaped her, and he squeezed once again, harder. She watched him move closer and closer, his face mere inches from her trembling pussy. “I can smell you, and you smell good.” She jumped as he licked the juices that had gathered at the seam of her pussy. “You taste so damned sweet. I love how fucking wet you are.”
In a motion that surprised her, she was lifted onto his desk, and he parted her legs with only one hand. He smiled as he took in her glistening pussy, her juices all but dripping. “How lovely you are. I could stare at you all day. I could, but I think I would rather eat you.”
His tongue was soft, starting low, where her juices had pooled. With long, hot strokes, he cleaned her gently, then deeply, opening her wider to him. Over and over his tongue left fire where it touched. Laura had at first been embarrassed by how wet she was, overly conscious of the hard desk beneath her, but as his mouth moved over her, all she thought about was that she never wanted it to end.
He was amazing. His tongue moved deeply inside, tasting, drinking her in, again and again, and if he weren’t groaning about how good she tasted she’d have died of embarrassment at how wet she was for him. He sucked the lips of her pussy softly and then gently; moving back into her pussy, he toyed with her clit until she wanted to scream for him to allow her to cum.
Then he was finally there he licked her clit once, twice, long, lazy strokes of his tongue, and then he sucked, hard. She bucked once and then twice as she flew toward her orgasm and it washed over her.
Gradually, she came back down as she felt him stroking her thighs from the outside. Sitting up, she felt almost shy as she met his gaze.
He easily picked her up off the desk and set her down on unsteady legs. As he bent to retrieve her skirt, her eyes were once again drawn to the bulge in his pants. Without thought, she kneeled and reached out to touch him. “But what about you?”
“I had thought you might want to take this slow.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t want to take this slow.”
While Laura had only ever given a blowjob three or four times in her entire life, remembering the scene from the interview and her friend going down on him, her mouth was almost as wet as her pussy had been. He leaned back in the chair and his eyes became heavy. “Well then, what about me?”
She drew the zipper down and reached inside. He was so hard, she wondered if she would be even to take half of him inside her mouth. He stood, and in seconds his pants and boxers were gone. Need had her back off her knees, greedy to see all of him. Her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, and he chuckled at her need.
He took off his suit jacket, pushed her hands away, and quickly undid his shirt. Then he pulled off the sleeveless undershirt, and her breath left her in a rush. His body was obscenely gorgeous: a fine mat of hair covered a strong, muscular chest and feathered down a stomach that had the most amazing six-pack she had ever seen. Her hands roamed over him, and he stood still as he allowed her to learn him by touch. She heard his intake of breath as her fingers found a hard nipple and she leaned forward to taste him.
His hand went into her hair to stop her. She moaned her complaint and looked up at him. Shaking his head, he used the handful of hair in his grip and tugged her down. “On your knees. I want your mouth on my dick, not my body. I’m so hard I’m ready to come, and I want to do that in your mouth.”
Her mouth went dry and then flooded again at his words, his command of her body, her will. She went down on her knees again and his grip loosened in her hair. His cock was beautiful, long, and thick it looked better than the lifelike vibrator she used at home. “I haven’t done this very often, so I might not be very good.”
His only answer was to tighten his grip in her hair and bring her closer to him. Drawn to the glimmer of pre-cum at the tip, she licked once then twice, and with a greedy need sucked the tip of his cock. Her tongue loved the taste of him; swirling over the head of his cock, she was intent on capturing all of his pre-cum. She stroked over him, feeling him, learning him. He was so soft and yet so hard, and shockingly hot to the touch. She heard him groan above her, and smiled. She longed to be able to take all of him in her mouth, but a few inches were all she could manage. Her tongue roamed around those inches lovingly, hungrily, and her hands worked the rest of him that her mouth couldn’t.
The back of her hand felt the soft, silky sac of his balls, and she immediately wanted to explore them. Only a few tentative licks were all she could manage before she gave in to the desire to taste them fully. He groaned and pulled her away from him, cursing. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked, surprised.
“No you did it well. I’m going to cum. and I didn’t want to do it in your hair. Put me back in your mouth.”
Laura swelled with pride at his words, and took him back into her mouth. As she sucked him as deeply as she could, he began to fuck her mouth, and his thrusting made her so wet that she was dripping along her inner thighs. Seconds later, he came hard, shooting into her mouth. It surprised her, but she sucked harder, wanting everything he had to give her. As he grew limp in her mouth, she marveled that she had actually tasted him and still wanted more. It was just as hard to believe how turned on she was at having him in her mouth. She loved it and already was looking forward to it again.
Unable to let him go, she moved her mouth over him all over again. Even limp she couldn’t take all of him in her mouth, but she tried. She loved the feel of his hands in her hair as he urged her to continue, and much sooner than she had thought possible, he was hard again.
She was disappointed as he drew her away from his cock and pulled her onto his lap. “For someone who hasn’t done this very often, you do it very well.”
He moaned into her mouth as he kissed her hard and deep, tasting every inch of her mouth. She tasted herself on his lips, and is was a turn-on that had her writhing in his arms. His mouth moved lower, taking in one tight nipple and then the other. Normally, she hated the attention paid to her breasts. .
Her new boss seemed to be the right candidate worship them, laving gently and then blowing lightly until sucking deeply to soothe. She was begging him to stop and then to not ever stop. Her breath coming in short pants. She was soaking wet and begging for release.
She was surprised when he set her back on her feet and her legs came close to giving out from under her. He flipped her over his desk, his hands hard, gripping her hips. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to be bent over my desk, my dick inside you.”
“Yes please.” She moaned, and then he was there, sliding inside her. Despite monthly use of her seven-inch vibrator, the feel of him, thicker and hotter and buried deep inside her, had her gasping. His beautiful dick was filling her completely, so much better than her fantasy so much more than she had thought possible.
Her body molded to him and welcomed him deeper inside. He was relentless, his strokes dominating, as he pounded into her. The slapping noise of him moving against her made her hotter, wetter than she ever thought possible. Then his fingers were there, slipping into her. With just a light touch, he flicked her clit once, twice, and sent her over the edge. Only faintly did she hear his shout of release as he followed her over the edge, but she smiled in satisfaction and pleasure