Michael threw the last resume onto his desk with an exasperated sigh. When he'd gone out and started his own graphics company, things had been going well. But, with all good things, word of mouth spread and he now needed a little extra help keeping his schedule. Unfortunately, each secretary he'd interviewed seemed worse than the last. At this point, he was ready to hire the next person who walked through the door.
"Am I too late?"
Michael opened his eyes to see a messy red bun and pleading green eyes peeking in through the door. "No you're fine. Come in."
The moment she walked in, he could feel a stirring in his pants. Her outfit was perfectly professional but infinitely sexy. The way her jacket, a deep plum color, accentuated her ample breasts underneath a cream shirt while the matching pencil skirt hugged her tight little curves and stopped just below her knees. The perfectly sculpted calf moved down to a pair of cream-colored stilettos she was more than comfortable walking in. He imagined running his hands up the sheer stockings seeking out what he only imagined was a sweet center between those toned thighs. The full lips were merely the icing on top of a very fuckable cake.
"I tried to get here earlier but traffic is as unpredictable as always."
She pulled out her resume and handed it to him. "I'm sure you don't want to hear about that."
Michael's finger skimmed over hers as he accepted. A tiny smirk hinted at the corner of his mouth when he saw the very visible shiver go through her. He knew he shouldn't be thinking along those lines, but it was a small indulgence in a rather long day.
His eyes skimmed over the short resume and scoffed inwardly. There wasn't much of anything on it besides a few previous jobs and a bachelor's degree. 'Interesting,' he thought to himself taking another look at her. 'She does look good though.'
"So, Ms. Gray, you don't seem to have any of the qualifications required for this job. I have to ask, why should I hire you?"
Michael watched the young woman do her best not to fidget under his gaze. For whatever reason, it turned him on even more.
"Call me Michael."
Her smiled caused his attention to fall back to her lips bringing forth an erotic image of them wrapped around his cock.
"Okay, well, Michael, I don't believe that everything can be taught in a classroom and everyone has to start somewhere in their career choice. I mean, you yourself had to start at the bottom."
Michael nodded but said nothing. Instead he thought about the way her bottom was perfectly round and what it would look like having her bent over his desk. The tip of her tongue peaked out between lips forced him to readjust his growing erection. He might not have wanted to hire her, but having her as his own person sex slave... that was a job she looked like she could handle. He had to bite the
inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.
"I'm very dedicated to making sure all your requests are carried out in a timely manner. Morning, noon or night whenever you need me, I'll be there ready to get you whatever you need."
Michael covered up another laugh with a pretend cough. "Look, Ms. Gray, you're obviously a very beautiful young lady, but even with...ample assets such as yours, you can't possibly think I'll just give you the job."
He watched a few different emotions flit across her face, neither breaking eye contact. Michael wondered what could be going through her mind as his was busy working at undressing her and imagining her bent over in those heels. He was brought back to reality when she licked her lips again, this time more slowly. Michael let out an involuntary breath at the sight making the images all the more clearer.
After what felt like forever, she got up and went to the door.
Michael watched in earnest wondering what her next move would be. The sound of the lock bolting into place forced his glance to her face. All the fidgeting, nervous behavior was long gone in lieu of a confident playfulness that had him holding his breath.
"I think you underestimate my ample assets."
His eyebrows rose in curiosity as she moved back over towards his desk letting her hair free from its clip.
"Um, Ms. Gray..."
He trailed the moment she moved in between his legs. "Don't worry," she whispered leaning down next to his ear. "If I haven't convinced you by the time I'm done, then I don't deserve the job."
His words were caught in his throat at the feel of her lips on his neck. The smell of her perfume and something vaguely familiar engulfed his senses making her better than any day dream he could conjure up.
Her movements were sure. Michael watched with hooded eyes while her hands slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He was itching to touch her, but a part of him worried that it might all stop if he did.
His head went back on the chair at the feel of her lips following the path of her hands scorching his skin. He was beyond the point of no return never wanting her to stop.
His head sprung up just before she unzipped his pants. His cock throbbed something awful with expectation, but she was still hadn't moved.
"What's wrong?" He asked unable to hide the want in his
"What do you want?"
Her voice sent a wave of pleasure through his body. He swallowed hard doing his best to get his voice back under control. "I want..." he paused briefly. A sly smile swept his features "I want you to let me have my way with you."
She smiled, but he could tell she was a little thrown by his words.
"That doesn't sound too bad."
Michael smirked. "I haven't started yet."
His voice was gruff as he undid his pants the rest of the way and pulled out his impressive cock. Her asking him what he wanted was enough for him to take the lead. Without words, he gently guided her mouth down.
Her lips wrapped around him expertly taking him slowly at first. She then wrapped her hand around the base taking him in as deep as she could. Michael's toes curled in his shoes as the rhythm increased.
"Fuck." He bit out trying to keep himself in control. The more she sucked on him, the more he imagined himself being buried deep inside her.
She looked up from her knees to see a light sheen of sweat glistened on his face. Their eyes met again and she winked at him.
Michael bit down on his bottom lip tasting a trace of blood. Her ministrations could only be described as expert. There was no way he was going to make it if he let her continue. Without any more delay, he pulled her up from her position.
"Did you not like it?" she asked steadying herself.
Michael pulled her into a hard kiss before turning her around to face the desk. "You were wonderful, but I think I want to see how well you adapt to sudden change."
As he spoke, his hands made quick work of her skirt before bending her over his desk. "Beautiful," he breathed out ripping her underwear at the seam from behind. The sharp intake of breath from her sent a pulse from his chest down to his groin. With one last admiring look, he slid home to the hilt.
The mixture of her being incredibly wet and tight was almost too much for him. He stilled for a moment gripping on to her shoulders.
"You feel...so good." He breathed out doing his best not to come early.
"Is that a requirement for the job?"
Michael opened his eyes to see the playful look on her face."Not at all, just a bonus."
With another breath, he began moving inside her causing a deep moan to escape from her. His hands made quick work of her jacket before he went
under her blouse to her breasts.
"You...are...perfect." He panted into her hair. "Love...You."
She leaned back into his chest giving him better access to her neck. "Only with you...would I wear this... ridiculous wig."
Michael pulled the messy mop of red off exposing her blonde locks. "Thank you." He huffed pushing deeper into her.
Allison had never had the chance to indulge in her own fantasies, but if Michael got to indulge, she wanted to as well. When they'd playfully discussed it one night, it sparked an idea in her head that had her buying a red wig a week later.
Michael pushed her all the way forward on the desk grinding into her. The more he thought of the situation, the deeper he wanted to be buried inside of her. The way she'd gone all out in the role had every hair standing on end. The way her legs looked in the skirt, the way her clothes hugged her
curves, it drove him to a place where the only thing he could register was the physical pleasure he was taking from her body.
The pressure was building quickly within him. Michael spread her legs further apart so he could be as deep as possible. He'd long since ripped her shirt and bra with the urgent need to feel her breasts in his hands. The only noises he made were barely audible grunts each time he pounded into her from behind.
He had no idea the way he had Allison clawing at his desk making indescribable noises from being filled so completely. His body had her trapped underneath him surrounding her, clouding her thoughts. Somewhere in the back of her mind she hoped that she wasn't being as loud as it felt like she was being, but Michael had never been so intense, not even after their most ferocious arguments. This was a more animalistic side she wanted to explore more often
The orgasm building inside him promised to be long and intense. Never one to be called selfish, Michael found it difficult to stop long enough to worry if Allison was going to come at all. Attempting some semblance of focus, he moved his hand down to her clit. A sharp, piercing noise ripped through her the moment he touched the pink bundle of nerves sending his orgasm reeling through him nearly buckling him.
"Ooh shiit!" He growled. Every muscle in his body tightened and jerked uncontrollably. His eyes closed so tightly that he saw white before
darkness clouded his vision. Once spent, he unceremoniously slipped out
gripping at his desk chair.
She'd never come so hard in her life. Michael's ferocious pounding was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. He'd never been so selfish or forceful in their lovemaking. What surprised her even more was the fact that it turned her on unbelievably quick. His presence engulfed her making ever part of her tingle with her growing orgasm. He hadn't heard any of her pleas as it began to border on painful. At the same time, she didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to keep going.
The sudden feel of his fingers on her clit was such a shock that the scream from the orgasm ripped from her was more like a cry for help. Tears streamed her face effectively ruining the rest of her make up that hadn't been smudged from his pawing or the sweat.
After what seemed like forever, Michael finally found the strength to speak. "That was incredible baby." He breathed out.
Allison took her time finally moving back from the desk. "You liked really liked it?"
Michael looked at her sideways. "Are you kidding?"
She smiled and leaned back onto him in the chair. "You were something else."
His hands played idly in her blonde locks that were still drenched. "I didn't hurt you too bad did I?"
Allison looked down at her tattered clothing. "Nothing that can't be salvaged I suppose."
He chuckled lazily. "I still can't feel my legs."
They both laughed.
Michael kissed her neck once more. She leaned back so she could look at him. "You know, seeing as this was my fantasy, I was supposed to be the one in control."
He found he lips in a more gently embrace. "Sorry that I'm not sorry."
Allison nudged him playfully before settling back on his chest.
They sat like that until Michael's legs began to tingle.
"I guess I can let you finish working."
Michael struggled at pulling himself together. "You really think I'm capable after a feat like that?"
Allison helped him button up his shirt the rest of the way. "Would you say it's better than arguing?"
His kiss was long and languid. "Baby, I think I've found my new addiction."