11 comments/ 86976 views/ 2 favorites Sarah's New Job By: BIG_M *Okay here we go second chance! For those of you who read my first story, I know it was crap and a little rushed but I hope this will leave you with a better impression of me as a writer. *Please leave a comment as it will help improve my stories so i can keep them coming ;) * She glanced at her watch... Crap! She thought to herself as the bus slowly edged along the street. She was already fifteen minutes late! She couldn't believe it. It was her first day as a secretary at an important bank in the middle of the city and looking out the windows she saw no chance of reaching work anytime soon in the practically frozen traffic. Sarah Hills was 22 and though she had gotten reasonably good grades in high school she had never found anything she was willing to do for a permanent courier. After a year of stressing about it her father had helped her get a job for the manager of the bank where he had recently retired from. Sarah was beginning to worry. What of the bank manager got angry at her? What she got fired on her first day? She calmed herself down and decided to take action. She slowly stumbled and excused her way to the front of the bus and tried to catch the attention of the driver. The driver was a fat man with a dirty face and a tired look in his eyes. When he saw her he looked her up and down a faint grin on his face. Sarah was about average height with curly, brown shoulder-height hair and amazingly bright green eyes. She looked rather professional in her white blouse, navy skirt and matching jacket, a little white name tag with her name was clipped to her pocket. "Excuse me sir", she said a little shyly because of his wandering eyes, "umm... could you let me off here? I work a few blocks from here..." "Sure, anything for a pretty young miss like yourself" he said with a sly smile. Sarah stepped out of the bus and was glad to get some fresh air after being squished in the rather stuffy bus. She broke out into a run as she had lied to the driver and it was at least a dozen blocks. She felt proud at how easy the run was as over the last year she had managed to keep herself shapely and thin. Her father had told her that if she spent half the time dating as she spent keeping herself healthy and active, he might have grandchildren by now. Those words reminded her of her embarrassing secret. She was a virgin. It was not that she hadn't had any boyfriends and it certainly had nothing to do with her looks but her boyfriends had always broken up with her saying that she was too timid when it came to relationships. She always got too nervous and took things too slow. Back to the story, Sarah arrived at the bank and bolted to the elevator. When it finally arrived at the 4th floor she burst out of the elevator and almost dived into the manager's office. He turned in his chair and she was immediately taken back by how young he was. At the oldest he was in his early thirties. But then her heart sank as she saw the firm scowl form across his face. "You are 42 minutes Miss Hills!" his words sharp and loud making her cringe. "Ah... I'm sorry... the traffic... I ran half the way here..." she stammered. "But obviously not fast enough!" he scolded and she wondered if people in the next room had heard. "At this bank we can not tolerate incompetence, and I'm afraid unless you give me a good reason not to in the next ten seconds I will have to ask you to leave!" The final words stung as if someone had slapped her across the face and she looked down at her shoes. "Well..." he took a step towards her and she tried to look anywhere but his harsh eyes. It was a plain grey office with a nice view of the city and a few chairs and a desk cluttered with papers and a laptop and a little label which said 'Bryan Marsh, manager'. She was then startled when she felt hands slowly grasp her firm buttocks. "Mr Marsh...!" she began but he cut her off. "My wife is nowhere near as young and hot as you; don't you want to keep your job?" "But I..." she had to stop again when he dug his thumb into her side forcing her to her knees. Before she realized what happened he had unzipped his pants and his cock had flopped out. She was amazed at its size. She had given a hand job in high school but this cock was about 10 inches long and two inches wide. And it was only semi-hard! Bryan spat on his hand and began rubbing his meat. "You like that do you Miss Slut" he spat again, "Suck it slut!" Sarah began to protest but he had already shoved it into her throat. Her jaw hurt as it was stretched wide but only half of his huge dick was in her mouth. She began to try to pull away but Bryan just pushed more until she gagged spitting on his cock. He pulled out and began stroking again. "You might as well co-operate Miss Hills, there is no one here to help you." He grabbed a fist of hair and force fucked her face with his cock. She had never felt as violated as his cock slammed the back of her throat yet somehow this was turning her on and she felt her pussy begin to dampen. He began to slow down as Sarah took over, sucking and swirling her tongue around his dick. This gave him a chance to undo her blouse and tear off her bra. She knelt there topless slurping on his dick as he admired her formidable D cup breasts. He ran her hand over them, feeling their warmth and firmness. She took his dick out of her mouth jerking him off with one hand and playing with herself with the other as he fumbled and pinched and explored her beautiful full tits. Her fingers rubbed her clit through her soaking white panties sending trembles through her whole body. She took off her skirt so that she sat in only her black shoes and dripping panties. She steadied herself with one hand and slipped the other behind her panties, caressing her clit aggressively. She thought she might explode and then Bryan (who she'd almost forgot) began sucking and biting her nipples. She cried out as she had her first ever orgasm. "Uhh.... Ahh... YEEAHSSSSSSS!" she screamed and shuddered violently on the office floor. Her own juice began running down her thighs and spreading in a puddle around her crotch. She opened her eyes to see Bryan lift her onto the desk and stuff her own panties in her mouth which were now transparent from pussy juices. She tasted her own cum on the panties, an amazing sweet and warm taste. She looked down in time to see Bryan positioning his cock over her glistening snatch. He eased in until his head was emerged in her tight virgin pussy. He was huge. It felt as though she was being torn apart between her legs. She was in pain but at the same time she felt another orgasm building up inside her. He held the head in for a few more seconds and then drove into her until his balls slapped her perfect round wet ass. He drove slowly in and out increasing his pace until there was a steady slap of his balls hitting her ass. She jerked and bucked as all 14 inches was forced in and out of her tight 22 year old pussy. She cried out again spilling more juice onto her bosses balls and cock. Her cry was muffled by the panties in her mouth but Bryan took them out and stopped fucking her. "Tell me what you want" he said teasing. "I want you in me!" Sarah panted hungrily. "WHAT?" "I want you to stick your enormous cock in my pussy!" "WHAT?" "I want you to fuck me now!" She smiled as he reached towards her but then he flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Sweat, pussy juice and a little blood trickled onto the desk. "Hold still" he said firmly. He stuck two fingers in her pussy and pulled them out dripping with her cum. He began rubbing around her tight asshole" "What are you doing?" whimpered Sarah now looking worried. "Shut up he said slapping her ass, leaving a nice red hand mark. She squealed and he took another glob of juice from her pussy and lubed inside the rim of her ass. He then grasped his cock and began inserting it in Sarah's tight wet ass. She whimpered and cried as his huge cock dug deeper inside her. Her make up and mascara was smear down her cheeks. "Please stop" she whispered knowing it wouldn't change her mind. He once again grasped her wavy hair and began to furiously pound her ass. "Aaaargh!" she screamed fingering her pussy. One finger, two, three, four until her fist was emerged in her stretched, aching pussy. He rode her fiercely, slapping her ass and feeling her boobs as they clapped together, swaying beneath her glistening body. Which was glistening with his and her sweat and her sweet virgin cum. He groaned as he couldn't take it any longer, her hot ass, swaying tits, brown whirling locks and the combination of saliva, her cum and her lipstick smeared across his throbbing cock. He shot his load deep into her rectum. She felt the white hot sticky cum fill up her ass until it dripped out the edges. Bryan pulled out and moved around to her face letting the remainder of his cum drip onto her young cheeks and luscious lips. She kissed the head of his cock and then swirled her tongue around it tasting his cum along with many other exotic tastes. She swallowed his load feeling it ooze down her throat. She stood up and they kissed deeply, tongues swirling, tasting the flavours of their love making. It felt as though this moment would continue forever. They were brought back by a gentle knock on the door. They both rushed to clean up and straighten the desk. Bryan buckled his pants and tried to brush away the sweat from his face. Sarah had only just put her blouse and skirt on throwing her ruined panties into the trash can as the door eased open. "I hope I'm not disturbing anything..." said a grinning woman in her forties whom Sarah recognised from downstairs, "But you have a meeting in fifteen minutes, Mr Marsh." He thanked her and she closed the door. He spent those fifteen minutes sucking on Sarah's pussy until he rushed off to his meeting and she was left to finish the job herself. She couldn't help but think as she sat in her bosses chair fingering herself that this may be the job for her after all... Sarah's New Job "Ok, honey, I'm heading to my appointment. I'll be back soon." Sarah felt a nervous flutter in her stomach. She'd always been told she could be a model, but now she was about to go to her first test shoot with an agent. It all started the previous week when she and her husband Dan were walking downtown and someone gave her a flier for the agency. She laughed and was about to toss it like usual, but Dan gave her so much encouragement she held onto it, just for fun. The next day, there it was on the table and she was about to throw it away; after all, fun was fun, but she just didn't feel like the modeling type. Dan walked by, though, and gave her a surprise: he had already set up an appointment for her. He knew she'd be too shy to do it herself, but he knew she would be great if she gave it a try. His faith in her was just the push she needed, and she decided she would go. "Good luck sweety! Have fun," he called. "But not too much fun!" he added, jokingly. She laughed and kissed him goodbye. Surely it wouldn't be too much fun; she was certain they would be all business at a professional modeling agency. Sarah drove to the address on the flier, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. She wasn't sure what to wear, so she'd just done her makeup and put on a cute dress like she was getting ready for a date. When she got there she almost turned around; the place was nothing but a gray door in a concrete wall on one end of a strip mall. But no, she'd come all the way out here, and she was going through with it! She opened the door and found a mostly empty studio with some lights, a few chairs, and a sofa against one wall. A long-haired man was working on some lights in the corner. "Hey, you must be Sarah," he said, looking up. "I'm Ted. You're a few minutes early. Have some coffee there if you want, make yourself comfortable." "Thanks." Sarah was too nervous for coffee. She wandered over to the sofa and sat down while Ted finished adjusting the lights. He came over and gave her a long look. She tried not to squirm, and looked right back at him. He was the kind of guy she might have been interested in, when she was young and wild; not now that she was a respectably married woman! The way he looked her over, though, eyes moving right down her body from head to toe, almost made her blush. She smoothed her dress over her lap, now kind of wishing it reached a bit farther; it was barely mid-thigh with her legs crossed. "So it's your first time modeling?" he asked. She just nodded. "Don't worry, you'll do fine. You've got a great face. Let's take a few shots to get started. Why don't you stand here?" She stood under the lights and posed as he took pictures. Facing forward, looking over her shoulder. She was getting more comfortable as they worked, having fun responding to the instructions he gave. Occasionally he would use his hands to guide her into the pose he wanted, a little push from his palm on the small of her back, a finger lifting her chin. He adjusted her position with fingertips on her hips and she found herself getting a little turned on. "Everything ok so far?" he asked. "Are you comfortable?" "Yes, very comfortable," she said. "Good! Let's do a few with the sofa." "Should I lay down?" "Sure. Bring your feet up onto the armrest. Ok, put your arms over your head, that's it." As Sarah laid on her back with her feet up and her knees bent, she was suddenly quite conscious of the shortness of her dress, and cool air on the backs of her thighs. She was sure her panties were exposed, at least a little. But he kept shooting, so she figured they weren't getting in the shot. She was feeling exhilarated, and shifted her hips so the dress fell down a little more, wondering how much Ted could see. "You're doing great," he said, and she noticed he was moving toward her feet with the camera. With a thrill and a little panic she realized he would see everything now. "That's great," he said. "Fantastic, but, we can't use the shot with those panties there." "Oh my God, I'm sorry-" she stammered, feeling her face go hot with embarrassment, and started to push her dress back down. "No, don't worry! Let me just get them out of the way." She felt his hands lightly on her knees as he said it, and it was the familiar way he touched her, like nothing could have been more natural, that kept her from reacting at first. Her knees parted easily at the slight push he gave, and she realized she was still not reacting because she wanted to see what he would do. He reached down and slipped his fingers under the elastic leg band, lifting the fabric up and over her pubic mound. She felt his knuckles brush against her labia and almost moaned. The air cooled the moisture building there and she wondered if he had felt it. "You've got a beautiful pussy," he said, laying the leg band and fabric to one side. "And completely smooth! You're a natural, honey." "You like it?" she asked, heart racing. She could feel liquid trickling from her vagina now, and felt herself arch her back and tilt her hips almost involuntarily as he adjusted her position and took some shots. "Of course I like it, baby. Here, let me see that little asshole too. Pull your knees up to your chest." She did it and he slid her panties over her hips and up past her knees, and she kicked them off. In this position her ass was stretched tight. He lightly rubbed the tight ring of her asshole with his thumb, lubricating it with the fluid already pooling there, and she pushed her body against him and let out a shuddering breath. "That's it," he said "Go ahead and touch it for me now." She reached down and ran her fingers over her vagina, spreading the wetness, sliding them inside. "Like this?" she asked, listening to the camera click, thinking about all the men-and maybe women!-who might look at her through it's lens. She felt herself building toward orgasm at the thought. "Just like that," he said, and his hand was there too, his fingers sliding inside along with hers, pushing her over the edge. She shivered and tensed against his fingers, riding it out, and heard herself gasp and actually cry out, loud and startling in the empty studio. Then he brought his hand up and pressed a glistening finger against her lower lip. She opened her mouth and he put a couple of fingers inside, sliding them along her tongue. "I'm going to introduce a prop here," he grunted, standing next to the sofa and pulling his belt loose. He shoved his jeans down roughly and held his erection in one hand, caressing her cheek with the other. He tilted her head back and said "Purse your lips." Sarah looked at his cock and took a deep breath. There was already a big bead of precum growing at the tip, threatening to drip. Ted's hand moved around to the back of her neck as he slid his cock along her lips, smearing the precum on her like lipstick. She parted her lips for that, tasting him with the tip of her tongue, and then opened up, letting him slide into her mouth. She wanted him to cum, she realized; she wanted to feel it shoot out, hot and thick in her mouth. She started sucking as enthusiastically as she ever had, looking up at the camera as she did it, and felt a surge of pride at the rough moan she heard. "Oh shit, you're making me cum already!" he gasped, pulling out suddenly, and she felt a heavy stream of semen splash across her face and partially in her open mouth. She got her lips back around him for the second, smaller spurt, and suckled gently, pulling as much as she could from him before letting him out again. "Open up, baby, let me see that cum in your mouth," he said, and he slapped the wetness on her face with his cock a couple of times while she swirled her tongue in the milky fluid. She was about to swallow when he said, "No, let it spill," so she tilted her head and felt it run down her chin, neck, and between her tits. She closed her mouth before the last bit could escape, and swallowed with a satisfied smile. She wanted some of it for herself! "I want you to fuck me," she said, lifting her hand to touch his penis, sliding her fingers softly around its slippery head, feeling it start to grow again in her hand. "Don't worry, baby," he said with a grin. "I'm not through with you yet!" The shoot lasted another hour or two, she wasn't sure. By the time she got home, Dan had dinner in the oven, and a movie ready for them to watch. "To celebrate your modeling debut!" he said. "How did it go?" She grabbed her husband and kissed him, hard. "It was amazing," she said breathlessly. "I love you so much for getting me to try it. I'm already signed up for another shoot next week!"