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The New Hire

By: goamz86



She was starting her new job today, and she was very excited. She made sure to dress nicely. She had on her favorite blue skirt and black satin top. She wanted to make a good impression. After inspection her outfit, she slipped on her heels and left her apartment.

As she entered the office she notified the receptionist of her arrival and let him know it was her first day of work. He picked up the phone and called the HR manager. When he was done he introduced himself.

"I'm Will, welcome aboard."

"Hi Will, I'm Lauren, nice to meet you."

She seemed to notice that he was checking her out, but being a large girl, she figured it was just her imagination. Guys as cute as him never paid her any attention. Will told her it would be a few minutes and offered her a seat. The HR manager arrived, welcomed her and directed her to a conference room. As they walked away, Lauren wanted to see if her suspicions were correct so she looked back to see if Will was looking at her. Much to her delight, she caught him staring at her full round ass as it shook back and forth in her skirt. When he noticed she had caught him, he turned his head with a bit of embarrassment and went back to his work.

The HR manager told Lauren to have a seat and she set a stack of videos down on the table. She told her to watch them all and when they were done, to let Will know, and he would get a hold of her. Lauren sat back and began to watch each tape, all the boring orientation stuff. There was a small window in the conference room and occasionally she would see people pass in front of the door. 

Will couldn't concentrate. Since Lauren had walked in the door, his mind had been distracted. She was what he lusted after. She was average height, pretty face, and a full round figure that she had pushed tightly into her clothing. He of course noticed the tits immediately; they had to be at least a 40 DD. Then when she had walked away, her big round ass was perfect. He was trying to work, but he just kept drifting back to thoughts of her. His cock was growing, and the thin slacks he was wearing was doing nothing to hide it. If he were to stand, he was going to be in trouble. 

Once he finally got it to soften, he couldn't take it anymore, he got up and walked past the conference room to sneak a peak at her. Lauren was bored out of her mind. It had been at least an hour since she started watching these boring ass tapes. She found herself gazing out the window in a daze when she noticed Will walk by. He slowed his pace as he got to the window. She looked away as not to embarrass him again. A few moments later he walked past the other way. Lauren smiled and decided a bathroom run was necessary. She looked down at her top and unbuttoned one of her buttons. Then she walked to Will's desk and leaned over the counter. 

"Where is the bathroom?" she asked

Will looked her in the eye and directed her to the ladies room. As he returned his eyes to his work, he made sure to catch a glimpse oh Lauren's deep cleavage. Of course this did not go unnoticed by her; women always know when you are looking.

As she walked to the restroom, she got a tingle between her legs. She was the center of Will's attention, and she loved it. When she returned to the conference room, she noticed Will walk by a few more times, each time slowing to catch a peek. This began to really turn Lauren on. She even felt her nipples hard and press against her bra. Her pussy was beginning to moisten and she discreetly ran her hand over her breast. 

She felt her nipple and the touch of her hand sent a chill through her body.

Will was beside himself. He couldn't keep his mind off of her big tits and round ass. He was constantly hiding his stiff manhood under his desk thinking of her. He finally subdued it when he was startled by a voice.

"I'm done, Janice told me to tell you when I was done." Lauren said.

He grabbed the phone and dialed Jan's number. She asked if he could introduce him around the office, because Jan was swamped with work. Will hung up and told Lauren the plan. 

They walked around for few minutes saying hello to everybody and showing her the layout of the office. Lauren could feel his eyes checking her out the whole time. He would purposely walk behind her so he could watch her ass wiggle, and every time he introduced her to someone, he stood to the side so he could stare at her huge tits. All this only worked to make her even hotter. Her nipples were stiff, and as she walked the bra only stimulated them more. The wetness in her crotch was now making her panties wet. She was sure everyone could see how turned on she was. Her body was hot and she didn't know what to do.

After the tour, Will took her to see Mary the IT lady. Mary told Will that she was leaving for lunch and to take Lauren to the "Vault" to get a laptop for her to use at her desk. She said to leave it on her desk and that she would load it with the stuff she needed after lunch. 

Will led Lauren down to the basement of the office. At the bottom of the stairs was a big safe like door that opened to what looked like an old bank vault. Will opened the door and walked in. Lauren followed and slowly closed the door so it was just ajar, she wasn't sure she would be able to open it if she closed it all the way. 

As Will fumbled around looking through boxes looking for a good laptop, Lauren unbuttoned her top, held it open, and waited for him to turn around.

When Will had found one he felt was sufficient, he stood and turned to tell Lauren. As his eyes found her body, he couldn't believe the sight. There they were, the object of his desire all morning. They were better than he expected, big, full round and he could see her nipples through the silky dark purple material. He stood speechless.

"I know you want me." Lauren told him. "I have seen you watching me all day."

Will just stared. His already semi-hard cock rapidly grew in his pants.

"And by the looks of that tent in your pants, you can't argue." She told him.

Lauren moved toward him and dropped to her knees. She unzipped his pants and pulled his unit from his pants,

"Not bad." she told him as she began to stroke it slowly. Chills of pleasure shot through his body as she masturbated his manhood. Then she lowered her mouth onto it and sucked it for all she was worth. Will grabbed her head and guided her back and forth on his rock hard member. He almost came twice. A few moments later Lauren stood and raised her skirt above her hips. She grabbed her matching panties and pulled them down to her ankles. Then she opened her legs and spoke.

"Eat my hot pussy." She told him.

Will now dropped to his knees and dove into her folds, licking and slurping like a crazed maniac. He lapped up all her juices. Her taste was sweeter than honey. Then he found her clit and sucked it in hard. He flicked it with his tongue. Lauren was so hot that she began to cum. She wanted to cry out, but remembered where she was. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her. When she had come down, she spun around and bent over a stack of boxes.

"Fuck me! Fuck me now!" She told him.

Will stood and grabbed his cock and plunged it deep in her. He was so excited, he couldn't control himself. He immediately started pounding her pussy hard and fast. Her mammoth tits shook back and forth in her bra with every thrust.

"You like that? You like my hard cock in you dripping cunt? He asked.

"Yes! That feels good; your cock is so hard. Pound my hot hole with your cock." She commanded.

Will grabbed her hips and forcibly fucked her to another orgasm. When he was ready He told her, "I am going to cum in your pussy."

"NO! I want it all over my tits! She screamed.

She turned around and grabbed his cock. She stroked it until it started shooting cum all over her tits and bra. Jet after jet landed on her. Will just grunted with every stroke.

When it was over, she reached down and cleaned herself as best she could. 

She knew she was going to have the smell of sex on her the rest of the day, but she didn't care. She stood up and said, "Want to get some lunch?"

"Sure." Will told her as he stuffed his dick into his pants.

The New Hire



Norman Bancroft wasn't exactly crazy about the job. For one thing, the pay sucked, and there was zero chance for promotions. In addition, fairly long periods of boredom were relieved--if one could call driving several hundred miles per day for several days in a row relief--by trips from one of the railroad's distant job sites to another somewhere in the northwestern quadrant of the United States. At least the job driving workers from site to site paid the bills. It offered a change of scenery, too, but the long hours behind the wheel and a sore back were stiff prices to pay to see the U. S. A.

The company didn't care much about its drivers, that was clear enough, but they took good care of the railroad workers. They were paid well, had great benefits, and Norm's interviewer had made it clear that he, if hired, was to do all that he could to satisfy his passengers. "It's very important to keep the men happy," he'd been told. Norm had assured him that he'd so anything he could to keep the men happy. How hard could that be? he'd asked himself. In his experience, rough-hewn men had pretty simple needs.

He'd been thankful when, a week later, he'd received the word that he'd been hired. He was welcomed "aboard" as an R & R Drivers employee and assigned keys to a late-model passenger van. Today was his first time out.

So far, everything had gone predictably well. He'd loaded his passengers--he supposed he ought to say "boarded" them--and they'd already put fifty miles behind them, the guys talking mostly among themselves. As he drove the vehicle past towering pines, toward a stretch of mountains ahead of them, under a cloudless, azure sky, Norm heard snatches of their conversation. Predictably, it consisted mostly of jokes and double-entendres about sex. 

"The wife asks, 'The first time you ever saw me naked, what did you think?'" Ben, the pot-bellied man with the big hands who'd initiated the joke, answered for the woman's husband: "I wanted to fuck your brains out and suck your tits dry." After a pause, he continued, "As she removed the last of her clothing in preparation for her evening shower, she asked, 'What are you thinking now?' Looking her naked body up and down, he replied, 'It looks as though I did a pretty good job!'"

The other two men, Sam and Ed, guffawed.

"Damn, that's a good one, Ben!" Sam cried.

"Just don't let Bobbie hear anything like that," Ed warned.

Bobbie Lee was the next traveler on Norm's passenger list. He was to pick her up in Jasper, about a hundred miles north of their present location.

"Fuck her," Sam said.

"You'd like to, I have no doubt," Ed quipped.

"The bitch is most likely a lesbian, anyway," Ben opined. "What right-minded woman would want to work with you pricks?"

Sam and Ed laughed again.

"She's a secretary," Ed pointed out. "It ain't like she's going to get her dainty little hands dirty doing real work."

"Not on you, that's for sure," Ben agreed.

"Speaking of Bobbie inspired me," Sam said. He meant he had a joke of his own to tell.

Ed groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Let's hear it," Ben said.

So far, none of his passengers had included Norm in their repartee. It was just as well, Norm thought. He was content to listen.

"Okay, here it is," Sam announced: "A transsexual is being interviewed on a radio talk show. The host asks, 'When you became a woman, what sort of pain did you experience during the operation?' The transsexual replies, 'When they cut my penis off, it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. And when they put the silicone implants in my chest, that didn't hurt too much, either.' Amazed, the host said, 'Wow! Then you didn't experience any pain at all?' The transsexual replied, 'I never said that. It hurt like hell when they removed half my brain and doubled the size of my mouth!'" Finishing his joke, Sam laughed heartily, but the others were silent.

"Come on," Sam said. "That joke was funny, and you know it!"

"It was lame," Ben said.

"It was hilarious," Sam cried.

"It was stupid," Ed maintained.

"You just don't have a sense of humor." Sam looked to Ben. "It was funny, wasn't it Ben? Tell this humorless numbskull my joke was funny."

"Let's leave it up to the driver," Ben suggested. He called to me from the back of the van. "So, what do you think, Norman? Is Sam's joke funny?"

Norm was surprised Ben knew his name. Norm had been ignored for the past two hours, but now, he was being included, all right--but not merely as a listener; they'd called upon him to settle their dispute. Sam thought his joke was hilarious, Ed thought it was lame, and Ben had been non-committal. Whichever way Norm answered, he'd probably end up offending somebody. He shrugged. He might as well answer honestly, he thought. "It wasn't half bad," he said.

"What kind of lame-ass answer is that?" Ed wanted to know. "Either Sam's joke was funny--which it wasn't--or not. Which was it?"

"Now, now, boys," Ben's bass voice boomed from the rear of the vehicle. "I think Norman's answer was perfect. Obviously, he didn't want to offend either one of you pantywaists, so he gave a middle-of-the-road response. Very diplomatic, Norman."

Norm chuckled. "Not all that diplomatic, it seems," he told Ben. "Two out of three of you are pissed off, anyway."

"That's because they're dickheads," Ben said.

"Ed is not a dickhead," Sam declared.

"Thanks, Sam," Ed said.

"He's a peckerwood," Sam clarified.

"See what I mean, Norman?" Ben said to the driver. "They're dickheads."

"Your answer wasn't half bad, Norman" Ed relented.

"No, it wasn't," Sam admitted. He paused. "Of course, that means it wasn't half good, either."

Norm shrugged. "I'll settle for that."

"Just don't repeat Ed's joke in front of Bobbie," Sam advised, "not if you know what's good for you."

"She's really a prude, huh?" Norm asked.

The three passengers guffawed, Sam slapping his knee.

Between wheezing gasps, tears running down his cheeks, Ben, managed to state, "Norman's funnier than either one of you, and he ain't even trying to be funny."

Norm had no idea why the men had thought his straightforward question humorous, but he didn't care. It was enough that they'd finally deigned to talk to him. "Do me a favor, guys," Norm called to his passengers.

"What's that?" Sam asked.

"Call me 'Norm.'"

"You got it, Norm," Ben wheezed, red-faced from chuckling.

The laughter started again, and Norm wondered what had been so humorous about his asking whether Bobbie was a prude.



Norm drove the van through steeper terrain. On either side of the interstate highway, the pines thickened, and their shadows darkened the roadway. The slight chill in the air became colder, and Sam asked that the heater be turned on. The other passengers objected to his request, so, once again, Norm was caught between their conflicting desires. He recalled the interviewer's insistence that he satisfy his passengers' every wish. The fucker hadn't told Norm that their wishes seldom ever seemed to mesh. Why couldn't the fuckers just kick back and enjoy the scenery? The tall, snowy peaks of the blue mountains were beautiful, as was the thick forest of evergreens. They were driving through some of the most beautiful countryside in the world, and all they could think of to do was to bitch about whether to turn on the van's heater.

"You going to turn the heater on or not?" Sam demanded.

"We don't need no fucking heater blasting our asses," Ed declared.

"We can live without it," Ben agreed.

"Why don't we let Bobbie decide?" Norm suggested. "I'll be picking her up in about ten minutes."

They considered Norm's proposal. He figured they'd reject it, without consideration, but the burly bastards surprised the driver by agreeing to the idea.

"Bobbie will want heat," Sam predicted. He wore a smug smile, as if her decision had already vindicated his request that the van's heater be activated.

"I'll give her all the heat she can stand," Ben returned, "and I don't need any fucking machine to help me provide it."

"In your dreams," Sam told him.

Norm rolled his eyes. If he didn't need this job so bad, he'd have pulled onto the shoulder and ordered his passengers to hit the road. He didn't need this shit.

Unfortunately, he did need the money.



By the looks of her, Norm thought, as he helped Bobbie with her luggage, she wouldn't need any help from the heater. She was hot!

Statuesque and willowy, with long, wavy black hair and dark eyes enhanced by thick, long lashes and expertly applied mascara, she had a slender, delicate nose; high cheekbones; full, sensuous lips; and a pointed chin. Her complexion was flawless and smooth, and her face had the shape of a Valentine's heart. She had high, full, round breasts--implants, maybe--a flat tummy; a narrow waist; long, tapering thighs and firm calves; and a gorgeous, full, round, firm-soft bottom that made Norm's cock hard. He watched the lovely moon sway and dip, tightening and relaxing as she climbed the steps at the side of the van and entered the vehicle to her fellow passengers' wolf whistles and crude compliments.

Norm was shocked to see that Sam had opened his fly and extracted his cock, which, like Norm's own prick, was rock hard. "Here, honey," Sam said to Bobbie, leering, "you can sit on this."

Norm thought of ordering Sam to zip both his lip and his fly, but he decided he'd let Bobbie handle him, if she could. He was supposed to satisfy his charges, not piss them off. Besides, it would be fun to see what Bobbie the Prude would do.

Norm didn't have long to wait to see. She shoved her hand down, hard, on the upright cock, grinding it under her palm as, pretending to lose her balance, she climbed past him and took the empty seat by the window. "Thanks, but no thanks, Sammy," she told him. "I prefer a seat with a view."

Ben and Ed laughed as their companion turned every shade of red between pink and scarlet.

Bobbie gave Sam's cock a contemptuous look. As she turned her gaze to the sylvan view outside her window, she remarked, "There's certainly nothing to look at there."

The others, Norm included, laughed again. Bobbie was beautiful, and she was hot, and, as she'd just proved, beyond all doubt, she most certainly wasn't a prude!



An hour later, Norm pulled the van into a motel parking lot. Dusk had settled into dark, and his passengers, like their driver, were road weary enough for one day. R & R Drivers had pre-paid for their accommodations, such as they were--the company didn't spend much on employee comfort. The place seemed safe enough, and clean, if rather Spartan. Norm wasn't complaining. He wasn't finicky. A hot shower, a heater, a TV, preferably with a porn channel, and a serviceable bed was all he needed. He checked himself and the others into their rooms. He had Number 10, and Bobbie was in Number 11. Their rooms shared a connecting doorway, the desk clerk advised Norm. Ben, Sam, and Ed would bed down further along the row of apartments.

He helped them with their luggage before, entering his room, he removed his clothes and stepped under the hot darting needles of a steaming shower. The heat of the water felt wonderful, as did his ability to stand after sitting down all day, behind the wheel of a van full of complaining passengers. Only Bobbie had refrained from making demands and whining about this, that, or the other thing. 

As he showered, whirling the soapy washcloth over his firm, well-defined pectoral muscles, his firm, flat belly, the sopping black thatch of his pubic hair, and his burgeoning erection, Norman, eyes closed, remembered how sexy Bobbie had looked the first time he'd seen her in her red mini-skirt; matching knee-high, leather boots; and tight, green, crushed-velvet top, low cut enough to offer him a good sample of her marvelous cleavage beneath the blouse's tight-stretched fabric. She was a looker, all right. If he had her here, with him, now, Norm would--

His eyes opened, wide, and he strained to hear, turning off the shower. Water ran, tickling, down his chest, belly, back, ass, and thighs. Beads of water, standing upon his rippling muscles, jiggled, broke, and trickled down his glistening body. His cock, still erect, bobbed and wavered as he tensed, ready for action.

He thought he'd heard a door open.

The acoustics in these shoddy motel hells weren't all that great, and he wasn't sure, but the door had sounded as if it might be his own, which would mean that someone had opened it, entering his room. Since only the desk clerk or a maid was likely to have a passkey, it may have been one of them. If they'd knocked first, which protocol required, they'd knocked damned faintly, he thought. Norm was in great shape physically, from his eardrums to his testicles. He'd have heard a proper knock, even over the noise of the shower.

He eased open the shower door, leaving it ajar. Not bothering to wrap a towel around his waist, he stepped cautiously and quietly across the bathmat and the tiled floor.

He reached for the bathroom doorknob. Just as he was about to turn it, the door opened, and he saw Bobbie, as naked as he was, standing on the other side, a naughty smile on her lovely face.

Norm's eyes widened. "Bobbie! What the hell--"

She placed a forefinger against his lips. "I was lonely, Norm," she said, her voice soft and sultry. "I needed company."

He'd forgotten about the connecting door, which explained Bobbie's unannounced presence. "Don't think I'm not glad to have you," he said, "but you should have knocked. I thought I was being burglarized. I might have hurt you--unintentionally, of course."

She smiled. "Of course."

Her fingers trailed down his chest and his stomach, to close gently, about his risen scrotum, squeezing his balls lightly in her closing hand as her mouth, finding his, kissed him firmly, insistently, her lips parting as her moist tongue probed his mouth. 

Norm's cock stiffened further, his balls aching. His hands slid down her sculpted back, over her waist, and followed the swelling curves of her firm-soft, sleek buttocks.

"Do you want me, Norm?" she whispered, her voice husky in his ear.

"Yes," he declared.

She stepped closer to him, and Norm felt something odd press against his lower belly--something cylindrical and firm, yet yielding, and something else, too--with sudden recognition, Norm understood what Bobbie had pressed against him: a half-erect cock and a pair of balls!

She was a he--or a he-she, at any rate--a shemale!

Norm drew away, staring at the diminutive erection and the tiny balls inside the taut little pouch of her scrotum. He hadn't noticed her male genitalia during their brief exchange of dialogue after she'd opened the bathroom door. His eyes had been on her face, not her groin, and she'd stepped close to him so quickly that he hadn't had a chance to see her nudity beyond a glimpse of proud, womanly breasts, full, high, and round and capped with pink nipples as pretty as the buds of a rose.

"Do you still want me?" she asked him. Her gaze, saucy and confident a moment before, now seemed uncertain.

Norm's grin left her no doubt concerning the sincerity of his words: "Even more!"

Their arms around one another's waists, they crossed the room to the king-size bed. Norm hadn't had a chance to try it out yet, but it proved satisfactory. He frowned at the beautiful transsexual. "Aren't you going to join me?" he asked her.

She nodded. "Of course, just not in bed--not yet, at any rate."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Lie across the bed, with your feet on the floor and your thighs spread wide," she said. "I like to suck cock while I'm on my knees. The submissiveness implied by such a position is way more erotic."

Norm smiled. It was refreshing to have a cock sucker who was a thinker to boot. He assumed the position she'd described, and Bobbie knelt on the carpet, between his parted legs.

Bowing down before him, her silken breasts dangling against his inner thighs and calves, she parted her luscious lips and, her moist, pink tongue extending its welcome, she took his erect penis into the warm-soft-wetness of her mouth. Norm, supporting his upper body on his elbows, with his head lifted from the mattress so that he could observe Bobbie in action, watched her raven tresses flounce and bounce as, her head bobbing up and down in a slow, steady rhythm, she pumped the ring of her lips back and forth over the sleek, saliva-lubricated column of his erection, her unladylike slurping sounds an exciting accompaniment to her conduct. She was an expert cock sucker, and she relished worshiping a man's manhood. She paused occasionally to lick the shaft of his penis, as if she were enjoying an ice cream cone, rather than a thick, hard prick, or to kiss and nuzzle his balls inside his contracted, velvet-soft scrotum.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned around his cock as her lovely face plunged down, her lips a tight circle around his swollen shaft. This time, he felt her nose touch his belly; she'd taken the entire length of his prick into her mouth and esophagus, deep throating him as few women possessed the skills to do, even after Linda Lovelace had shown them how to accomplish this amazing feat. With her mouth stuffed full of his cock, Bobbie looked up at Norm, her eyes twinkling mischievously, and the sight of her wide, dark eyes, the mirrors of her soul, gazing intently into his own, while, just below them, her pretty lips were wrapped around his stiff, hard organ, was almost more than Norm could take. A flutter in his loins warned him that orgasm was imminent, and, not wanting to come so soon, he pleaded, "Stop! I'm not ready to shoot my load, not yet!"

She released him, a strand of saliva stretching between her lower lip and the purple crown of his ruddy cock a tie that bound them--for an instant, at least, before it broke--and she stood, showing her partner a cock as stiff and swollen as his own.

Norm nodded toward her erection. "Should I?"

She shook her head. "Later, maybe. This time around, I'd prefer you to finish in my ass."

She joined Norm on the bed, lying on her stomach, and he straddled her. Holding his cock in his fist, Norm lowered his hips, sliding his erection into the deep cleavage of her silken ass. He felt the stiff shaft slide past the sleek walls of her buttocks. His glans met the stout resistance of her small, tight anus. Resolutely, he pressed forward, and the tip of his penis, stretching her asshole, penetrated her bottom, jabbing its way past her sphincter. He fed another inch of his prick into her ass, and another, and another, until all eight inches of his thick, hard manhood crammed her rectum and he'd entered her to his balls. He paused, feeling her anus flutter frantically about his invading member, as if in a desperate, but vain, effort to dislodge the trespassing organ. The quivering ring of muscle felt wonderful, clamping and releasing his cock in rapid movements that excited him even more, causing his prick to thicken further as its rigidity increased. If nature had intended the fluttering of her anus to repel his cock, the ploy had failed, for, instead, the protesting sphincter had merely stiffened his prick--and Norm's resolve.

Rolling his hips atop her buttocks, he jiggled his cock inside her anus, reminding her that he was there. His effort was rewarded with a low, passionate groan form her, which left him in no doubt that she was enjoying being stuffed full with his thick, hard prick. Norm smiled. In that case, surely she'd enjoy the sensation of being refilled even more. He raised his hips, feeling the shaft of his penis slide back through her tight anal embrace. When nothing more than the glans remained inside her asshole, he thrust hard and fast, driving his member through her impaled anus again, as deep into her rectum as he could reach, and, squirming beneath him like a fish on a hook, she groaned, as much with discomfort, it seemed to Norm, as with pleasure.




The New Hire...



The New Hire: A Fantasy Come True

I remember how I jumped out of bed that day. Anxious and eager for a long anticipated job interview with an established New York advertising firm, they'd called me back for a second interview!. I'd been angling to land a job with this company for some time now and felt on the brink of it all coming true. Certain to dress in my best "power" suit, I checked and double-checked my appearance multiple times before heading out the door. 

The interview took place in the large, private office of the Assistant Copy Editor. A youngish, dapper looking executive named Stephen Collins, who from appearances was doing quite well from himself. He was a tall dark haired gent, the kind that makes a very favorable impression as he cuts through a crowd whether it be in the sharp silk suit he was wearing or simply in the black thong I visualized him in underneath! In all circles this guy would be considered a stud and I had to make subtle efforts to conceal my interest and keep my thoughts on the professional straight and narrow! 

He presented an easygoing but strong presence in the office which while containing all the necessities for business, also accommodated a leather couch and seating arrangement which made the place quite impressive. Everything had a fine touch to it and spoke of success. 

"Not too shabby..." I remember thinking to myself. 

The interview went well and I thought I'd given a good accounting of myself. Stephen had given me ample time to respond to his questions, often times walking around the office or stopping to stand before me while I spoke. My eyes were trained on him at all times and I noted his glance wandered occasionally, scrolling down my body then locking back on my face. I was devoured his image when he was turned and fed them to my tightening briefs. 

Around noon time, Stephen rose and I was initially dismayed that the interview may be ending. I couldn't be more wrong...

"We've run a bit longer than I'd anticipated", he said "and I have a lunch appointment. Say...I'm lunching with the head of the department, perhaps you'd like to join us? It's ultimately his hiring decision so this would be an opportunity for you to meet him in a more relaxed...less stressful way. Care to join us?"

"Certainly..." I'd replied evenly, all the while thinking how well things were progressing! 

Stephen had excused himself and left the office. My mind was racing on dual paths, trying not to allow them to collide and ruin everything! In a couple of minutes, I'd stood to wait for them, "adjusting" the bulge in my pants to make it less obvious...just before Stephen returned with another man in tow who quickly and cordially grabbed my hand and gave it a firm shake. 

"Pleasure to meet you...I'm Walters and I understand that you'll be joining us?"

"Well...ahhhh, yes Sir. I certainly hope to..." I'd said, glancing quickly at Stephen around Walter's broad shoulder. "I do hope you'll have me here."

"My man Stephen indicates he's quite impressed and feels we need more good men like yourself around here. Lets get lunch and talk about it shall we?" 

With that, Walters put a gentle but firm arm across my shoulders and directed me to the door. Somewhat taken aback by the "familiarity" of this stranger, I found myself being easily guided by him and Stephen was in tow as we headed off to lunch. The lunchtime elevator was crowded and crushed and seemed to descend exceedingly, its occupants shifting and standing silently...waiting for the doors to open. 

Lunch was an interesting affair... They'd selected a booth in a darkish Italian restaurant and Walters seated himself on one side, while Stephen and I slide in on the other. I had to continually remind myself to maintain my best professional behavior because my partners seemed rather insistent on relaxing and work wasn't spoken of much at all! Instead, multiple rounds of drinks were ordered and the conversation ranged to more personal matters. 

As was probably his practice, Walters dominated the conversation. Gesturing with his big hands, he'd periodically reach across and touch or quickly stroke me while making some point. For a big man he was very smooth . Capable of captivating and entertaining his audience effortlessly with soft, flowing words and a warm touch. It was easy to be this man's audience and the tightness in my crotch returned as my mind wandered.

"Touch me again...let me show you how 'accepting' I can be..." 

Stephen was mostly silent throughout lunch. Oddly, he'd brought his briefcase with him and in my semi-drunken condition, I panicked with fear that he'd pull some forms to be filled...but he never accessed it and stored it between him and the wall – making the remainder of the booth tight. Not that I mattered, but in my mental state I wondered if his hard and firm thigh was pushed against mine on purpose! Neither of us shifted away from the contact and accepted it as "necessary" but I did wonder if something else was going on or if it was all my imagination. Could he see the bulge in my crotch...was that the reason for his now deeper, more intent glares? Could he possible know how quickly I'd kneel for him? 

Finally a truce was called! "Why don't we head back and conclude this in the office" Walters offered with a broad smile, so it was back to "work" they went. Entering the elevator, the three of us are forced to a back corner by others also returning from lunch. Stephen stands behind me against the wall, Walters to my left against the sidewall. The elevator fills to "standing room only" and slowly the doors begin to close. 

Its then that I first felt it...a hand placed over my ass. Initially I discount it as my wandering mind going down some merry fantasy path again...but then I felt it again, this time more firmly! 

Snapped to reality, I have to quickly swallow a moan! "Can this be?" I'm thinking, just as I receive another drawn out and delicious squeeze! Glancing slowly and unobtrusively over my shoulder, I can see Stephen from the corner of my eye...again staring at me intently...watching me as the "mystery hand" works my ass again. My eyes close half way but I see his return grin. He knows he has me...and the thought of that joining made my cock rock solid and throbbing for good. No more pretense, I was completely hooked and at his mercy. He knew it and knowing that he knew it made me all the hotter! Reflexively, my eyes closed as the crack of my ass was traced downward. Weak and breathing shortly, I glanced to Walters and confirmed that he was taking in the whole show probably was the leader in this pursuit of my surrender. 

Finally the elevator stopped on our floor. I've become so weak that I steady myself from falling on the way out. Without a spoken word, the three of us walked through the main office, bypassing all other realities, guided strictly by our lusts. "Hold my calls..." I heard someone say and then the office door closed behind me. 

I felt my head pulled back and Walters tongue was quickly inside my accepting mouth. Stephen stepped around us and quickly dropping my pants, swallowed my enraged, hard cock. Finally we were joined! Walters lowered me till I was seated against the couch, Stephen's mouth and lips not missing a beat on my tormented cock..."Ahhhhhhh work me baby...mmmmmm yesssss..." I panted to him as my cock convulsed and twitched...finally going totally rock solid it exploded! Streams of hot cum pouring from me...into his demanding mouth 

Walters quickly undressed and straddled me. It was then that I knew I would do anything for this man. Before me was the most beautiful hardon I'd ever have the pleasure of wrapping my lips around. A full, thick nine inch masterpiece with a deliciously precum covered mushroom head...this baby belonged in nothing less than the best porn flicks ever made – and now my mouth!

Leaning up slightly, I guided it to my mouth and began loving it like only another man can! Licking...worshipping its length slowly...whispering sweet nothings to it...then accepting the head between my lips and lavishing it with soft, warm lashes of my tongue...ahhhhhhhh it was one of those beautiful and rare moments that only a true cocksucker can appreciate! 

Meanwhile, Stephen was turning out to also be quite handy with his mouth. He'd pulled from my softening cock and now had his sights on conquering Walters ass! Between the two of us...Walters found himself a very willing prisoner...I was devouring his ever hardening cock with greater abandon while Stephen's tongue flicked his hole as every man longs for...but few men's wives or girlfriend know or want to do. I completed the picture by taking a handful of thick full balls...and we worked him till he dropped! 

With a slight buckle of the knee...he announced his defeat. 

When it happened again, he surrendered his gift in hot streams. The first shot him me in the face...I love to see the first shot fly free...and he covered my face, lips and mouth with more as I swallowed and licked this his manhood! I'd imagined that I'd feel Stephens tongue somehow, so spread and deeply was he working Walters ass...and his delicious cock become only more so with each gob of cum that shot out. I licked and cleaned him as only the best employee-wanna-be would do! 

Taking a short time out...very short...Walters sat behind me on the couch and Stephen went to his desk. I "assumed the position"...hoping that my wishes would come true and returned to licking Walters still swollen and tasty cock. I could have sucked him his cock for days had he let me. In no time at all, I felt Stephens hands on my ass...lubing me up nice and gently and his hand guided gel over my cheeks and down my crack.

I rewarded him with a slight, but unmistakable moan when he begin finger fucking me. Squatting down lower, I stuck my ass out slightly...saying "take me baby" before filling my mouth with Walters again. Soon I felt it...Stephens long, slender cock slipping up my experienced and accepting ass. 

"Mmmmmmmm...baby..." I murmured...and soon Stephen was pumping me nice and steady - working my hole real good...his stomach muscles coming to rest against my soft ass as we quickly developed a good rhythm. You'd have thought we'd been fucking for years... 

My cock was stiff again and throbbed to the beat of Stephen's lovemaking, precum flowing and dripping to the carpet below. Walters couldn't seem to quit grinning and he stroked my hair and head...watching me gyrate against Stephen...watching Stephens eyes close and roll back as my ass worked his tool...watched me continue to lick and love his now swelling cock...

Ahhhhh the pleasures of being a working man! 

Needless to say, I got the job and Walters, Stephen and others in the firm I came to know, would continue their...professional training of me for many years to come.



The New Hire



Lilly had been divorced for a few years, and with her good looks and body she could attract and seduce almost any man she wanted, but her taste in men was very discriminate, and she needed a man with confidence, and stamina as her sex drive had only increased since her separation. She spent a lot of time fantasizing and then heading home, spending time reading and pleasuring herself with her collection of vibrators, dildos and her fingers.

She still went out with the girls; even fucked a few guys she had decided were worthy of her, but no one that she seriously wanted to fuck long term.

Then it happened. She had finally seen the new hire.

He had only been employed with the company for 3 months. He was hired as a purchaser and he had to deal often with the women in accounting as part of his job. As Lilly's luck would have it, he was eventually handed the job of contract services, the accounts that she was responsible for and she was looking forward to having to look at, and deal with him on a daily basis.

Lilly noticed he was about 5'10, salt and pepper hair, sort of an Anderson Cooper look to him. A little older than her, he carried himself with a confidence some might consider arrogant, but when looking into his eyes, it was more just a comfort in who he was at this stage of his life. Lilly had noticed the bulge in his pants as he tended to wear tighter casual slacks. She loved to imagine what his cock looked like. Was it thick and fat, long? Was he circumcised, and did the pre cum drip off the end, she was a slut, she loved to lick precum. Did he like getting blowjobs (her specialty), and when he fucked, what positions. She shook her head and told herself to quit it, get back to work, he was probably married anyways, although.... He did not wear a wedding ring.

Within a week of working together, they had exchanged flirtatious glances back and forth and one could see the chemistry and sexual tension starting to build, and he slowly loosened up. The company had a strict Diversity policy and sexual harassment was highly frowned upon, and in fact, just cause for dismissal, so most men were leery of joking or flirting in the workplace, yet he seemed almost oblivious to it, in fact maybe intentionally pushing the limits to see how far Lilly would go.

Lilly was the senior person in accounting and the luxury came with having her own office, total privacy when needed. Well, on one particular Friday late in the day, he came into the office with an invoice he thought should be disputed, and he boldly went behind her desk as she brought up the invoice in question. As she nervously scanned through it, she felt his hand on her shoulder as he leaned down to look closer. Was it casual, was it a message? She was not sure, but the scent of his cologne was making her moist, and she shivered a little. She looked sideways looking at the lines around his blue eyes and mouth. Damn, this is work she thought but.....

The phone rang, and he pulled back. It was her grown daughter on the phone and he went to excuse himself to allow her some privacy, but she told him to stay, but to close the door so her conversation with her daughter did not distract the other women in the outer office.

After the door was closed he returned to stand beside her and they looked at the invoice on the screen together, and as she talked to her daughter he made his move. He placed his hand over her shoulder and casually let it drop down the front of her open blouse, his hand stopping on her upper chest, just before the start of her now heaving cleavage. She stopped talking for a minute, a pause that was not lost on her daughter and Lilly quickly gave her an excuse about dropping her pen. He left his hand there and Lilly made no move to remove it, and then he slid it down, sliding his finger into the cleft between her tits.

Lilly tensed up and her eyes closed and he pushed deeper, tracing the lace on the top of her powder blue demi cut bra. He loved women that dressed sensuously and he was not going to be disappointed by Lilly.

Lilly's head rolled back, and he reached in and cupped her one breast, feeling the weight of it, rolling her thick nipple between his thumb and finger. Just as she started to moan softly, he rolled it, twisting it sideways like a rubber band causing her exquisite pain throughout her entire breast. Her hand reached up and grabbed his through her blouse and squeezed it, giving him permission to continue. He took the sign, and pulled her back, spinning her chair around, and he pushed her thighs open. Her eyes gave him a quizzical look, wondering what the hell he was up to. He knelt down on the floor, opening her legs wider and he ran his hands down her calves, slowly removing her heels. Taking her stoking feet in his hands he massaged her ankles, working his way up one calf, then the other foot, alternating, rubbing her. Slowly he worked his way up her legs, under her knees, driving her slowly mad.

Finally he made his way up her shapely thighs, and when he reached up to the top of the stockings, he found her garter, and he playfully snapped it.

She gave him a dirty look and tried hard to continue the conversation with her daughter, but he could tell her mind was now elsewhere.

He unhooked her garter and reached for her panties and slowly rolled then over her thighs and down her legs. He then did the garter back up, raising her skirt slightly to allow him access to her bottom, and lifting her ass with both hands; he dipped his head between her legs and inhaled the fragrance that was her cunt. He allowed his tongue to part her nether lips, tasting her nectar. Her labia slowly opened revealing her pinkness, glistening with wetness from her obvious excitement. Her hips pushed forward, wanting him to begin his oral assault on her sex. He licked at her pussy, like a cat licks its food, little nibbles, teasing. He pulled her closer and waited for the hood of her clit to pull back on its own and he was not disappointed, and soon the little red nub was shiny wet, and he allowed his tongue to flick over it. It was at that point he heard her make some excuse to her daughter about having to go, and when she hung up; she grabbed his hair and drove it in deeper. He began to lap at her womanhood, sucking on her clit, alternately licking her now wantonly open pussy lips.

He pushed her back, and stood up, and made sure he was close enough that she knew what he wanted. Lilly did not disappoint him, and she reached for the zipper, slowly taking it down, deliberately making him wait, and teasing him, like he did her. Revenge was and is sweet Lilly thought. She pulled his cock out, larger and thicker than her ex-husband's prick was, and she was going to enjoy it. She looked up and he placed his hand on her head, curling her hair in his fingers letting her know that he was going to be in charge, and she felt her cunt gush at the mere thought of being submissive to this man.

He pulled her face forward, his foreskin still covering the gland as he was almost 6 inches long and only semi erect. It was her job to make him completely hard and she relished it.

Her glossy red lips slid over the cock pushing back the skin to allow her tongue access to the purple head. Her first taste of his pre-cum was like sinfully delicious chocolate to her. She greedily swallowed as much as she could, her hand stroking around the shaft as she sucked. Lilly took her free hand and cupped his balls, squeezing them gently, allowing her finger to trace the cleft of his ass. He pushed forward and she was so glad that he was not prudish about his body like a lot of men. She pulled her finger back saving it for another day, that item stored in her memory bank. She licked the head, sucking deep, him holding her hair tight thrusting his hips, each stroke gagging her as he went deeper and deeper.

Finally he lifted her to her feet, spun her around and pushed her forward onto her desk. He placed his hands between her shoulders holding her down and lifted her shirt with his other hand. He then grabbed his cock and ran it up and down her slit, coating it with his pre-cum and her saliva. He heard her gasp for breath, anticipating his ramming it home, but he held off. He leaned down and told her to ask for it. Shocked she said nothing, so he pulled her hair hard and told her to ask for it, "Ask for my cock in your cunt".

Lilly told him, "Please; please fuck me with your cock". And then he pushed it in slowly, not hard and fast like she wanted, instead agonizingly slow. Her hips bucked back, trying to swallow his hard cock. She had cunt muscles of a teenager and she gripped it, sucking him in without effort. He reached around and tried to undo her buttons to her tits but all he did was clumsily fumble around with the buttons, so she helped him. She had worn a bra that unclasped at the front and she undid it, her tits spilling out onto the papers on her desk.

Her tits swayed as he fucked her, her nipples dragging across the papers, he reached around and again twisted them, causing her to emit a deep moan. His hands trailed from her breasts to her hips, where he pulled on her, bringing her deeper onto his cock. He thrusted harder and faster and was seemingly wanting to fuck right through her. It had been a long time since someone had fucked her that hard and desired her that deeply.

She had had good fucks but none that said, you are the best slut around, and she was enjoying this animalistic desire he had for her. Suddenly he stopped, and pulled her back, turning her around. He pushed the papers to the side, lifted her up and sat her on the desk. He pushed her thighs open with his legs and entered her again.

Her thighs circled his buttocks holding him in tight and he grinded against her mound.

Lilly looked into his eyes, and he pulled her face to him, and then they had their first kiss. Hot, passionate, searching, the sound of two set of lips meeting, tongues sucking.

Her breasts flat against his chest, her nipples burning into his shirt. Her first orgasm hit her, her head rolled back, eyes shut tight. He felt her thighs begin to quake and the second wave hit. She reached up and clenched her small fists in his shirt drawing him tight to her, and as he piledrived her cunt, he finally let loose with his own explosion of lust. His white hot spunk flew up into Lilly like a bullet, and just as quickly it began to leak past the two of them down his cock and over his sac and dripped on her office carpet.

Once they pulled apart and cleaned up, they exchanged a knowing look and a kiss. He smiled at her and asked her if she was free tonight for dinner? She laughed and said no, it was her shopping night with the girls but tomorrow night would be great.

He asked her for her address and said he would be picking her up at 7, and by the way, her ass, would be his next conquest. Lilly loved his boldness and smiled as he left her office.



The New Hire



"I'm willing to work long hours," She purred.

As a hiring manager, I'm trained to avoid obvious pitfalls during the interview process. Mostly it's things that would get me into trouble with HR or legal. Stuff that would expose the company to lawsuits or jeopardize my job. I really should've paid more attention during that training...

Here she is across the table, a gorgeous 20-something Filipino girl, Tia I think she said her name was, giving me a seductive smile. Her pink full lips opened slightly uncovering bright white teeth. She wore a form-fitting pink polkadot dress that complimented her sexy body and accented her the hour-glass curves of her breasts and waist. Her hair had been curled and done up to reveal the soft shape of her neck. Only two strands dangling from the sides of her face, stopping just above the plunging neckline of her dress.

Her brown eyes glowed with delight behind the black-rimmed glasses, as she could tell the real meaning of her statement was understood. 

"Do you have any other questions for me?" she challenged.

She'd made it through the phone screening so I knew she was qualified for the job. At least that's what I tell myself, because God help me, I really want to hire this sexpot. 

"Uh, no. No, I think you covered all the topics I had and more." I replied absently.

My mind kept racing to images of her naked. What would she look like? How would she feel, inside. I could smell her perfume. Rose petals I think. I wanted to taste her.

"Thank you for coming in. We'll let you know." I stood up and extended my hand as she came around the table.

"Thank you so much for the opportunity!" She beamed, and then she leaned in closer and stood on her tip-toes to whisper in my ear, "I hope I get the chance to work underneath you!"

God damn it. That was hot.

After hiring Tia, work fell quickly back into the same routine. Despite the excitement I had during the interview a few weeks ago, nothing had really happened. I suppose it's a good thing, since I could easily get fired, not to mention divorced, if I was caught fucking someone that works for me.

Still, I felt somehow... cheated.

Tia would come to work dressed in typical office clothes, but always in a skirt with tights. The outfits themselves weren't particularly low-cut or alluring, but she still looked damn sexy. A few times I noticed a lacy bra peeking out from her shirt. More and more I found myself fantasizing about her. Especially after we'd have a one-on-one meeting. Her cute voice always lingered in my ears afterwards. I wanted to hear her moan my name. I wanted to see just how soft those breasts are. I wanted to lick her perky nipples. I wanted her bad.

My boss came by my office and told me we had a major project that my team needed to focus on for the next few weeks. Unfortunately this meant giving up lots of nights and weekends. It also meant working through the Christmas holiday. Rather than require everyone on my team to sacrifice, I assigned my top engineer, Jim, and Tia to the task. 

About a week into the project, Jim came down with a nasty cold. Being a former engineer myself, I told him I'd cover his work until he got better. Jim was grateful and said he'd let me know as soon as he could get back into it. I reassured him that it was more important that he got better than to have him spread his cold around.

So there we were, Tia and I, in my office sitting with our laptops on a small round table well into the evening. The entire office was empty except for us, so most of the lights were out. We had empty coffee cups and a half-eaten pizza sitting on a table nearby. 

"How is it going with the design?" I asked, surpassing a yawn.

"Hmm. I'm not sure. I think I need your help." She grumbled, as she moved her laptop off the table. I followed suit and cleared the small table so she could put the paper drawings on the table for us to review.

"See, I don't think we should make this button link to that page," she pointed with her finger at a button drawing on one of the pages. Then she took a pencil out from her hair releasing her curls, which fell down her back and shoulders. 

She leaned over the table and started erasing the button, and then paused for a minute to think. I was behind her looking over her shoulder to see what she was doing as she leaned over. Her ass was inches from my crotch. I started to get hard.

At that point she started to lean back up. I put my hand on her back and pushed her back down. She complied without saying anything. It just happened so fast. 

I put my other hand between her thighs and ran it slowly up. Her thighs were steaming hot. The tights felt so smooth and soft. She gasped, but still didn't say anything.

As my hand travelled further up her thighs, I approached the bottom of her skirt. She froze. 

"Open your legs," I commanded. She widened her stance and put both palms flat on the table. Still quiet, she started breathing harder. I took my hand off her back and hiked her skirt up. She was wearing white silk panties with purple dots underneath her tights. 

With my left hand I massaged her ass cheek while I continued up the inside of her thigh with my right. Finally I reached her covered pussy. So soft. So warm. I began to move my hand back and forth over her crotch, teasing her clit.

She started moaning. "mmmm uhn mmm," and her breathing became deeper. Then she said, "Wwwaait. We can't do this. I'm married!" 

"Too bad. You're mine, and I'm going to enjoy you all night. Now take of your skirt!" I demanded.

"..okay..." she whimpered, straightened up, undid the button around her waist, and then unzipped the skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She didn't turn around to face me, but I could hear a sniffle.

I didn't care. I pushed her back down, ripped down her tights and panties, and exposed her light brown, smooth ass. I pulled the tights and panties to the floor and made her step out of them, spreading her legs wide again. I smelled her pussy as I squatted down. Like salty strawberries. She was drooling juice. I couldn't resist, I stuck my tongue deep inside. I had to get a quick taste.

"Uughn. Ooh.. Ughgn." She moaned and instinctually pushed her pussy against my face. She leaned forward further, rocking her hips. 

Another sniffle. She couldn't help herself. She knew what she was doing was wrong.

I stood back up and undid my jeans, letting them drop to the floor along with my boxers. My cock was harder than it's ever been. The head was raging purple, glistening with eager desire. 

Tia was leaning far over the table now, face pressed to the paper, legs spread. She turned her head and I could see tears from her closed eyes.

"Shut up, you know you want this," I barked. "I want to hear you say it!"

"I... I want you. I want you to..." she echoed back, through her tears.

"Good." I said. And then I plunged my dick deep inside of her.

It was like electricity shooting through my body. Every nerve tingled with pleasure as I slowly moved back and forth, just to get my bearings. Instantly I wanted to cum, it was so damn tight and hot, but I held back. I had something else in mind for that. 

"Oh... oh my god...oh my god... oooh," she stopped crying and succumbed completely to my penetration. The slut in her took over. 

I pumped her slowly, letting my balls slap against her thighs as I pulled her by the hips. I shifted my hips and pressed the head of my cock in different angles, as I felt it brush by her G spot. My balls began to ache with cum, but still I held back. "Not yet," I told myself.

She was moaning loudly now, lost in lust. Pleasure, the only thing she could think about now. So I pulled out. I wanted more than just to please her. I wanted to dominate her. I wanted to make her mine whenever I desired her.

I placed my swollen dick head, coated in her pussy lube and angry that it had been extracted from her, at her cute, puckered little asshole. 

She gasped, "oh no... no no.. please! I've never done that before!"

I didn't listen. With both hands I spread her ass cheeks apart. She pulsed her asshole, knowing she had no choice. She was going to give me what I wanted, and what I wanted was to fuck her in the ass.

I thrust forward with tremendous force, pushing myself inside of her, feeling the grip of her sphincter give way and finally relax enough for me to slide in.

"aaaaaaaaaaaaieiiiiiiiii!" she screamed. I ignored her. This was part of her training. With pleasure comes pain. With pain comes pleasure. I paused halfway in and let her breathing and mind catch up to what was going on. 

With my dick half up her ass, I could feel her relax inside more and more. Then grip with her asshole. Then relax again. She kept repeating this grip and relax process until her body came to terms with my dick being there. Her breathing began to steady, so I started to push in some more. Slowly she took me all the way in.

"uggh. Ugh. oooh my god... ugh..hooo..." Her noises became unintelligible grunts. Every part of her mind was focused on the new sensations she now felt. She unclenched her asshole more and more. Finally letting me slide back and forth more freely. I started pumping her, slowly at first, but then with more fury. 

"Say it baby. Say it. Say you love it!" I commanded her.

"I love it. I fucking love it. I love your cock in my ass! Ooh my god, fuck me! Fuck my tight little asshole. Fuck your whore Tia!" she screamed. 

She had given completely into me now. She was mine.

My body ached with what felt like a gallon of cum. Her hot asshole massaged my shaft, taunting me to unload inside her. Even more than her pussy, her ass kept inviting me to fuck her harder and harder. But I still wasn't going to fill her with my jizz just yet.

"Fuck me!! aaaaaeeiiii uhn uhn ugn," she grunted like a wild animal.

I pulled out, with one sudden motion. My angry cock popped out of her asshole, disappointed that I won't give it the sweet release it has worked so hard for.

"Turn around, I have something for you to suck!" I shouted.

Tia spun around and dropped to her knees. Without hesitation she swallowed my cock. She was beyond resistance now. All she cared about was pleasing me. Pleasing me and sucking every last drop of cum from my swollen sack. Release was near, I couldn't hold back much longer.

She bobbed her head back and forth with determination. Taking me in, balls deep, and then sliding my pole out to the head. Sometimes she'd pause and grasp my thick shaft with her tiny hand and twist, stroke and massage it. With her other hand she cradled my balls and started tugging and squeezing. She wasn't giving me a chance to gather my strength. She was in control now. She wanted my cum. 

She started sucking as hard as she could, like she was drawing a very thick milkshake through a straw. Her hand pumped furiously back and forth, coated in a mixture of her saliva, pussy juice, and ass sweat. The flavors mixed around in her mind. She didn't care about anything. Only my cum mattered now. Only my cum would save her.

I gave her a taste. I let some cum drip from the tip onto the middle of her tongue. Once she tasted it, she moved the hand that was pumping my shaft down to her pussy. She thrust two fingers inside and started swirling them around. Then she split her fingers between her pussy and her asshole, sliding them up inside.

She tugged my balls, like a bell, and I let go. A stream of my hot cum started spraying down her throat. My mind went light, as the force of my climax kept going and going. After what felt like an eternity, I looked down at her and saw my cum dribbling from the sides of her mouth as she struggled to swallow every last drop. Her eyes fluttering about as she achieved her own orgasm at the same time.

I sat down, exhausted. Drained. She did the same.

"No, I don't think the button should link to that page." I said. She blinked and then got up and finished erasing the drawing.



The New Hire



I know it may seem a bit harsh, but the fact that our old assistant is quitting is a wonderful thing. The lady that worked in this position was a smoker and often dirty, not to mention how bad she was with our kids. She was also in charge of the infant nursery and she never seemed to have a handle on organizing the teachers.

After her 16 years of working here she finally got a job as a motorcycle mechanic and left this place forever.

This opened up 2 positions. We now had a part-time secretary position available as well as a part-time infant rooms supervisor to hire. Interviews started next week.

I share the administration position with Rebecca. Rebecca is in her mid-thirties and recently had her 3rd child. Her husband Kyle must be bi-sexual because there is no way a guy that fem is only heterosexual. I like Rebecca. We have fun together and we both know what its like to have been married for over a decade, so its nice to have a confidant. That is probably why I never pursued any sort of extra curricular relationship with her. She has her sexy moments. Rebecca is confident and I know that she knows how to make a man's dick feel wonderfully. That alone has been a work-hours fantasy. We would probably make great lovers, but Ive never pursued it, because I really do appreciate our work relationship. 

I will admit to being a bit bored sexually. I get a very average blow job once a month for doing house chores and I fuck my wife a few times a month, normally in the same week. What can I say. Its been done a million times and the mother of my children does not want me jerking off cum on her pretty little face. Im not so sure I would want to do that to her anyway. Sometimes you just need the honesty and integrity of a whore.

To fulfill any of my extra curricular sexual desires, I will visit a massage parlor (when I can come up with the $260) and get one of those very nice BJs with a condom on. I like a good parlor. They are so friendly.

I was sitting in my office with my nice modern all white desk, and the modern abstract art across from me perusing through the résumés on my desk. There were 4 applicants for the secretary position and only 1 for the infant room director. I knew Jennifer from a year ago. Jennifer was the woman applying for the position of the infant rooms. We had worked together the previous year in that she filled in for Rebecca when Bek was on maternity leave. When Rebecca, a somewhat attractive mom with 36B sized tits and a descent ass was replaced by a younger mother of 4 with 38dd titties and a flat ass I knew that I was in a different situation. This girl liked to fuck. I could tell by the way she carried herself, and obviously by the fact that she had already given birth 4 times at her age.

While I worked with Jennifer we flirted off and on. We gave each other little comments filled with innuendo and would always snicker when I would tell her I needed her to come fast or that this thing I had was super hard. She would smile at me knowing she could make my cock stir a little bit. I could see times where her face would get flushed when we had the whole daycare to ourselves. I liked those days quite a bit. There were many times where I would spend an hour talking to Jennifer and after staring at her normally exposed tits, I would be forced to go into the bathroom and jerk off thinking about bending those tits over my desk and fucking her so hard that her ass would be red.

That time ended quite abruptly when she asked if I really "liked" her and made things all weird. She went home and Rebecca came back. It was good to have someone I could talk regularly with and it was nice that Rebecca was now set up with those after-birth titties that get all firm and full of milk.

I knew Jennifer would get the position because Rebecca trusted her and there were no other applicants. The secretary was the position that kept me up at night. 

I had the age old choice ahead of me. Should I hire a sexy assistant? Rebecca trusted me to make this decision and I was going to choose between 4 applicants. I knew that I would be spending most of my day with this lady and I knew that I'm a guy who likes to be flirty and likes to look at some nice T&A. I did however, need an assistant that could actually get some work done around here.

I emailed the applicants to set up interviews the following Tuesday. I lined them up all back to back on a day where Rebecca was in the office. Our first applicant was a cancellation.

Down to 3

The Interviews were scheduled for 9, 10, and 11. At 9 a nice older lady named Lori came in and after about 10 minutes, we knew she needed a full-time position and would not be able to make this position happen.

Down to 2

The next interview I was excited for. This girl was married to a local TV anchor. She included head shots and was very exotic looking. She came in wearing black heels, and a pencil skirt with a black button up blouse. She had rich dark hair and wore black rimmed glasses. She told us about her wanting to stay busy in our company. She didn't have a ton of experience working with administration style work, but was very eager to be a part of our company. My dick decided he wanted her right away. He knew that he wanted to see that exotic face with my cum dripping off her glasses. I however was not convinced. She was very fuckable and seemed very eager to serve, but Rebecca knew she wasn't right for the position, and frankly so did I. 

Down to 1

I couldn't hire someone just to fuck them. I had my parlor and I really needed to be smart in my decision making. 

Our final candidate was Holly. Holly was a mother of 2 and was a big girl in her late twenties. She was almost 6 ft tall and was thick all around. She had long died-blonde hair done in a style that was very 1984. She had big 42 D size boobs, the belly of a girl who liked to cook, and an ass that was proportioned to her thick stature.

She was perfect. 

I was not attracted to her and her experience was exactly what we needed. Rebecca was happy and so was I. I had found my secretary. 

She and Jennifer started 5 days later. I cleaned up my office like crazy during those days and found myself thinking of the old conversations Jennifer and I used to have. My fantasies were almost always office related. I was hornier than normal those 5 days. I remember sneaking into Rebecca's office hoping to find an old bra that she didn't use because she needed her nursing bras. Just something to give my dick, that was on high alert. No luck.

Monday finally came and I was greeted with Holly who was ready to start her training and Jennifer who was preparing her office. Rebecca was taking Holly to HR to get her set up and I went to go check in on Jennifer to see if she needed anything, but also to see what she was wearing and if i could maybe get one innuendo in to see where she was.

"Looking good! Your office I mean." I said with a smile

She rolled her eyes back to me in a somewhat playful way.

I guess thats not too bad. The rest of the conversation was nice, mostly work stuff and a little family stuff. I wasn't completely out of touch with her, but to get her back to being flirty would take some time. I did like seeing those big ol' titties again though. My cock was awfully excited to see her again.

At the end of the day Holly came back from all her computer training and knocked on my open office door. 

"Rebecca left for the day, is there anything I can do for you sir?"

At 35 I wish I was in better shape than I was. I am about 190 lbs and at 5'8 I am a pretty thick dude. My chest is pretty full and my arms are pretty strong. My belly is proof of my love for wings and beer, but certainly not off putting. I can be strong and I can be warm, but I am rarely insecure about how i look. 

When Holly towered over my desk with her willing eyes and those big curves the way she said "sir" made the little guy twitch just a bit. 

This was going to be tough. 

I looked up at her slow enough to absorb those big lady curves and not too slow to seem like a TOTAL perv. 

"Im good for now, but I can also answer any questions you have. How was your first day?" She looked happy to talk. "Go ahead, Grab a seat." I said.

Holly sat down and crossed her legs. She wore dress pants and red heels. Her blouse was loose and the same red as her shoes. I could not see her stomach through her shirt, but those big thick breasts of hers were snug inside her blouse.

"I just want to make sure you get whatever you need done accomplished. I mean Im here for you and you haven't given me anything to do yet" She said. I wanted to say "Stand up and drop my pants and you could suck me off before you leave" but all i managed to say was, "I don't have anything at the moment."

She stood up looking like i was being shy and said:

"Ok, but you better come up with something tomorrow because its just you and I."

She was smiling kindly with each word.

"I'm sure ill have plenty tomorrow."

I said flushed.

She left and I made my way quickly to the bathroom to jerk off. I found myself pumping my cock furiously saying over and over,

"Thats it Holly, take it all the way in!"

"Suck that cock, honey, thats a good girl!"

I came into some tissues and made my way back to my office. I looked out the windows of the building to see Holly walking to her Jeep Cherokee.

Jennifer, after finishing up in her office came by my office to say goodbye i guess, and popped her head in my office. 

"Hey, I'm headed out. Its good to be working with you again."

She winked and smiled then turned and went out the door.

This was going to be a whole new season over at my downtown daycare center.

The next morning I pulled my truck into my parking spot and noticed Holly's Jeep was the only vehicle here this early other than mine. I couldn't help but think about her voice and the way she called me sir. Those big curves and that cute little smile were becoming almost too much for my head full of fantasy to handle. I walked into my office passing by Holly's new desk area. 

"Good Morning Sir." Holly said professionally and kindly.

"Morning Holly." I said with tired eyes. She got up and asked if she could take my coat and I agreed. 

"Where would you like to stick it?" she asked. I looked up wide eyed. "The coat." She said not realizing what I was thinking. I pointed at the coat hanger in the corner and made my way to my desk. I turned on my iMac and started looking through the NY Obituaries that I like to read before the emails of the teachers of who is not showing up. With a tired face and barely open eyes, I sat there until Holly promptly returned asking if I would like some coffee.

I told her that would be awesome and she responded by asking:

"Do you like it creamy?"

"YES.. I.. Do.. " I responded forgetting who I was talking to.

Jennifer walked in and said "Yeah,he likes it REALLY creamy!"

They both laughed.

I swore this was not happening. Did my super professional secretary and Jennifer just laugh at a sexual innuendo??

Holly finished putting Half&Half in my coffee and after i heard the final spurts from the Keurig machine, she came in. Today she had a white blouse on with grey dress pants. This time I could see the outline of her very supportive bra through the thin fabric of the blouse and I swore I could not see a panty line on her nice plump ass.

She handed me my coffee and Jennifer began making her cup.

Jennifer started talking to Holly about where they came from and I pretended to read about a Brooklyn-Native artist who died at 82 and had made a big impression on the world of modern art by weaving string into pieces of abstract art.

I wasn't reading much. I was really looking at Jennifer's tits jiggle a little through her loose dress as she stirred her cream into her coffee.

Jennifer told us that she was going to run to Sam's to stock up the diapers and wipes in classes 204 and 205.

She was going to be a great director.

Holly was invited to go along but looked at Jennifer and said, "Thats ok, Im gonna see what I can do for Aaron today."

Jennifer gathered her stuff and headed out. 

"OK now, put me to work!"

Holly said eager to help. I sipped my perfectly made coffee and thought about the plans today. I looked on my calendar. 

"I have a lunch meeting and after that I just need to check with some of the pre-k teachers to see if they need any bulletin board supplies." I replied hoping that was enough.

"I can do that for you, sir." Holly again eagerly replied

"OK, sure." I said looking like I had nothing to do

"Well is that it, sir?" Holly said holding her pen to her notepad

My mind went blank. Why couldn't I think of anything? I sat there looking like a doofus and the only thing on my mind was sex. Holly could tell i was circling and smiled at me.

"Ill let you finish your coffee." she said, and went back to her desk.

"Thanks." I said blaming the coffee for my moment of total incompetence.

She went to the cabinet and pulled out some cleaning supplies. She grabbed a clorox wipe and started wiping down her desk. I sat at my desk and watched her out of the windows by my door and zeroed in on her big ass when ever it would bend in my direction. She was so tall, and so big and not at all what I have ever been with. I have such a problem with unfit women and bellies are always something I've discriminated against since college. But this big girl was killing me. 

She seemed to clean for 10 minutes with her ass pointing directly at me. I was hard and I was staring. The red notification bubble read 23 above my mail icon. I hadn't worked one bit yet. Holly then made her way over to the other side and bent over the desk making sure to wipe all of her desk off. She wasn't looking at me, so I did my best to see a cleavage shot. 

Nothing. That blouse was buttoned too high.

After about 5 more minutes she was finished cleaning and i had polished off the cup of coffee she brought.

26 said the little notification bubble.

She came into my office very briefly to ask where she could throw her wipes away and I pointed at my trash can below my desk.

"I don't want to hand you dirty wipes, may i come around your desk sir?" she said, in that perfectly sexy as fuck professional voice. She walked around towering above me. She bent over to reach the trash can and i had my first chance at a down-blouse shot! I positioned to where I could see if i was given the right angle. I was! There they were. The perfectly large and milky tits supported by a white lace bra. I could only see the tight cleavage for a bit, but it confirmed what i thought. I looked down and opened up my email. She went to get her notepad and sat down across from me. She let me look at my emails as I sat there and started actually acting like a boss. 

"Ok. we need to contact 3 subs this morning. If you can, lets contact, Kelly, and Savannah first, then Contact Brenda's niece Becky. They are the most reliable." I instructed. Really Kelly was the sexiest and I liked whenever she worked. She wrote on her pad that rested on her thick thigh that was crossed over the other. I continued to give her some instructions and then again I finished the emails and had nothing left. "Go ahead and start on that." I said.She got up and smiled.

"Yes Sir" she said and started towards the phone.

"Thanks Holly." I said

She looked back at me and said "No Problem sir, Ill be back in about 10 minutes to get some further instructions."

More Instruction? I needed to get my shit together! I could not concentrate at all on the things that needed to be done. I had to contact people to provide flowers for the stage for Christmas. I needed over 90 Poinsettia orders. I needed to contact the board to discuss the next quarter lesson plans. I had stacks of time sheets to fill out. I had a budget to go over and I had no clue how we were going to update our check-in system. But in that moment, all I could think of was emails, and a curvy, tall, big blonde that was calling me sir and keeping my cock pressed against my khakis. She did return in about 8 minutes and I was stuck again with nothing to say. She sat down on her chair opposite to mine and crossed her legs, resting her notepad on her thigh. She looked around the room and to make conversation commented on the sofa I had against the wall and some of the artwork I had up.

"I like that one" she said pointing to the blue, red and yellow one I had painted in honor of the great Kal-el from Krypton. I told her it was an abstract, that made me think of Superman. She laughed a bit and asked if I wanted another cup of coffee. I told her sure and she went and made me my second cup. Walking out of the door, I could see the small triangle that forms at the top of a woman ass crack when wearing a thong. Shit man.. This kept getting harder.

I sat there staring at her ass even positioning my cock to where it wasn't leaving those pre-cum drops on the front of my pants. The cup was finished.

It was creamy. Holly was creamy. I wanted head and I wanted her to suck me.

There was no chance I could be completely professional. When she came in I relaxed into my chair and started sipping my coffee flushed.

"How far is Sam's?" Holly asked

"About 20 minutes I think." I replied

"Jennifer probably won't be back till after lunch right?" Holly asked

"Easily." I said, disposition curiouser. Holly scooted towards me and set her pad down.

"Aaron, I know you have stuff for me to do and I think I have a feeling why you're not thinking of them" Holly said with a flirty look on her face. Confidence came back to me.

"Oh really?" I said with a flirty tone

"Yep. Remember that I worked with a lot of doctors and I know about how sometimes your mind is a little cloudy when you are distracted and perhaps a bit one-track minded. Sometimes you just need to clear your mind" She said, then stood up and closed and locked the door.

"I think I can help if you don't mind things taking a bit of an unprofessional turn." She said unbuttoning her top button of her blouse. 

My mind now focused, I looked up and said "I think that is exactly what I need. Why don't you close the blinds to the windows too."

She closed the blinds and walked over to my sofa. She sat down and unbuttoned the next button of her blouse and i could see the top of her soft, white, milky tits as I walked over to her.

"Ok sir, Im happy to help however I can, and I think getting you to cum is my best bet of getting some work done today. So if you don't mind, may i take that distracting dick out of your pants and take care of it for a bit.?" She said while unbuttoning the rest of her buttons and letting her white lacy bra be completely visible to me along with those tits I've been aching to see jiggling within their confined cages. 

I looked at her with a much more determined eye and said "I think I would enjoy you taking him out, but yes dear, by all means, lets get some fucking work done today."

"Sounds good sir." Holly said before she unzipped my khakis.

I watched her painted fingernails unzip my pants and one hand slid in to start petting the head of my cock. it was brief and she was soft to the touch. She was all business looking directly at the hole she had created and she took all 8 inches of my dick out gently from the parting width of my boxers and the unzipped gap in my pants. She took out the entire shaft and gently effleuraged the tip until my purple cock-head shivered from excitement. Her hands went to my belt buckle and she steadily removed it from the loop and unhooked it from its belt hole. She spread the two ends apart and unbuttoned my top button and let my Banana Republic khakis fall to my ankles. She started with both hands on my dick shaft pulling only at the soft layer of skin gently making sure to go all the way to the base. She still stared directly at the head of my raging hard-on, until she reached up to slide down my boxer shorts that followed in its pursuit to my ankles. 




The New Hire



I stood before this professional woman with her green, enchanting eyes meeting the line of my naval and stayed at the posture of a soldier in attention as she started to work faster on my cock. She soon looked up at me and gripped my large warm ballsack with her left hand. She squeezed them gently moving each throbbing nut around stimulating the cum aching to explode.

Her other hand worked furiously now on my rigid cock. I started to match her pace by fucking into her large soft hands. It was wonderful seeing her large tits shaking inside of her bra as she jerked and jerked. I could feel the end nearing, and thought to be kind enough to warn her. I put my hand on her shoulder and squeezed when i was moments away. 

Amazingly she kept the pace going with her hand, but reached into her pocket with the other, pulling out a tissue and then cupped it around the head of my cock. 

In that I was in a state of orgasmic euphoria, i didn't notice the tissue she was holding. She had the perfect pace of jerking on the full length of my cock and had her elbow up against one of her tits so when I looked down i could see the intoxicating jiggle. I stared at her jiggling tits and watched her last few furious tugs until I closed my eyes and let the cum explode into the soft tissue without hesitation.

"Oh Fuck baby. Im cumming!" I said with a low breathy tone.

"Thats it sir. Give it to me." Holly said encouraging me.

She milked out every bit of cum that I had. I filled up the tissue with each exploding load, giving small moments of shivers and euphoria. She wrapped her not so little pinky under my ball sack and fiddled with my balls light enough to keep my orgasm lasting as long as possible.

My cum was perfectly contained in the tissue that she thought to bring. There was no drippings on my cock head and none on her rosey skinned hand. She threw the tissue away in my trash can under the desk and said, "We wouldn't want to make a mess now would we sir." She stood up and straightened my tie as I was pulling up my trousers and buttoning them up. She went to get her pad of paper off of my desk. "Now, what else can i do for you?" She asked sitting back down buttoning up her blouse.

My mind was clear and I was able to start my wonderful new secretary in the process of understanding the Budget. I also had a lot of poinsettia orders to fill this afternoon.

The coffee in front of me reached that perfect temperature to drink without hesitation.