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Jenna's New Job Ch. 01

By: holes



"Thank you, thank you so much!"

"We're delighted to welcome you aboard, Jenna. I'll email you an offer letter right now, and we'll see you on Monday at 8:30."

"See you then, bye!"

I hung up the phone, hardly able to believe what had happened. I got the job! I got the job! I'd applied for a position as a secretary at a law firm, Johnson, Upton & Turner, and after interviewing in person a few days prior, they offered me the position. I'd been doing some temp jobs for a while, admin stuff, so it was great to finally have something full-time.

About half an hour later, after texting some friends to spread the good news, I checked my email and there it was, the offer letter. Holy shit. I was being offered way more than I expected, at the top of the salary range discussed during my interview. I'd figured it would be somewhere towards the lower end or in the middle at most, but not this much. It was crazy. This was just getting better and better.

I celebrated with friends over the weekend and on Monday it was finally time for me to start my new job. It took me a while to decide what to wear, but I eventually decided on a red knee-length dress that showed just a little cleavage.

One of the partners, Mr. Johnson, who had interviewed me in person, greeted me when I arrived around 8:25.

"Hi Jenna, so glad to have you with us!" he said as we shook hands.

"Thank you, Mr. Johnson, so happy to be here!" I replied.

"Let me take you to your desk so you can drop off your bag, and then I can introduce you to the office," he said, and I followed him,

He introduced me to everyone, lawyers, legal clerks, a few other secretaries (all older than me by about 20 years at least), and then to one of the other partners, whom I was meeting for the first time.

"You must be Jenna," he said. He was about 6'2", slim, mid to late 40s probably, with short grey hair. Kinda handsome actually. "Excellent. So glad you're joining us,"

"This is Mr. Upton," Mr. Johnson said. Last names only? I guess we really were keeping this formal.

"It's really nice to you, sir," I said.

"I think Mr. Turner's on a call," Mr. Johnson said, referring to the other partner. "Let's go to my office and I can show you the ropes,"

I followed him into his office, and he closed the door behind us. It was really big, with two sofas, a couple of huge bookcases, and a large window overlooking downtown. He went behind his desk and sat in his leather chair, and pulled up a chair beside him, ushering me to join him.

He explained a lot of things, the work they did, who I would be reporting to directly (mainly the three partners, but essentially the whole office), and went through managing his schedule, which I would be responsible for. I took notes in my notepad.

And then, while Mr. Johnson was talking, I noticed something. I couldn't believe it at first, and figured I must have been mistaken. A bulge in Mr. Johnson's pants. Did her really have a boner right now, my boss, while talking to me, his new 19-year old secretary, on my first day?

"It can't be," I thought to myself, and looked away. Mr. Johnson carried on talking, and I continued taking notes. Whatever he'd just said I missed, having been distracted.

But then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed it had grown bigger. Now it was unmistakable. He had a hard on and it was plainly visible. I was stunned, frozen. Finding it difficult not to look, I stopped taking notes.

"Everything OK?" Mr. Johnson asked. Had he noticed me looking at the bulge in his pants?

"Yes, yes, everything's fine," I responded, flustered, looking away, staring at my notes but not really looking at anything, just avoiding looking at the bulge.

"OK, let's cut to the chase," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked?

"I expect certain things of my secretaries," he said, placing his hand on my knee. Was this really happening?

"Such as?" I asked. I was almost paralyzed.

"Such as...," he said, taking my hand and bringing it towards him. Was this really happening?

"This," he said, holding my hand on his ever hardening member. His bulge had grown since I'd stopped looking at it, and even through his pants it felt so hard.

"Mr. Johnson, I don't know..." I said, stunned.

"Look, Jenna," Mr. Johnson said, now moving my hand so that I was slowly rubbing his boner through his pants. "You do realize how well paying this job is, don't you?"

"Uh-huh," I muttered, barely able to speak as I tried to wrap my head around what was going on, my hand making his erection grow bigger and harder all the time.

"Well this is one of the reasons why. Do you understand?"

"Uh, y...yes, but," I replied. I couldn't believe this was happening. My heart raced, I had butterflies in my stomach, my mouth dried up.

"So we have an understanding?" he said, continuing to make me stroke him through his pants.

"I...," was all I could muster as a response.

"Good," Mr. Johnson said, removing my hand and unbuckled his belt and unzipping his pants.

"Oh my God," I said, barely audibly. Was I really letting this happen? Was this a condition of keeping my job, and did I really want it this much?

I sat motionless and watched as Mr. Johnson reached inside his boxers and pulled out his fat, thick, erect cock. It was really big, maybe the biggest I'd ever seen.

"Oh my God," I said, repeating myself, but I'd lost all control over language at this point. I was sitting in my boss' office, barely 15 minutes into my new job, right next to him, and he was slowly stroking his thick cock.

"You like what you see, Jenna?" Mr. Johnson asked, but I just sat speechless.

"Put your hand on it," he said, and I didn't move or say anything, but made eye contact with him.

"Put your hand on my cock if you want to keep your job," he said. I thought about that salary, and how much I needed it. I couldn't believe I was about to do this.

I slowly reached over, putting my hand on high thigh, and hesitated.

"Don't be shy," he said, removing his own hand from his manhood in anticipation of it being replaced with mined.

"Oh that's it," he whispered as I wrapped my fingers around his rock hard shaft and slowly began massaging it. So it was actually happening; I was giving my new boss a handjob in his office. 20 minutes earlier I had no idea anything like this was going to happen. I was just delighted to be starting my new job, but here I was, stroking Mr. Johnson's thick cock, a little faster all the time.

"That feels so good," I groaned, leaning back and closing his eyes. "You've done this before, haven't you?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"Do you like it?"

"I guess," I said sheepishly.

"I want to hear you say it," he said, but I hesitated. "Say it, Jenna,"

"I like it," I said reluctantly.

"What do you like? Say it," he said insistently. I knew I had no choice.

"I like stroking your cock," I said eventually, hardly able to believe the words coming out of my mouth.

"Mmmmm yes," he groaned, clearly turned on by my dirty talk.

I've always been eager to impress when I've started a job, willing to go the extra mile, take the initiative, and that side came through. I slowly moved my left hand down to his balls, gently massaging them as I wrapped the fingers of my right hand around his shaft..

"Oh fuck," he moaned as I squeezed his balls and wanked his cock hard.

"Remind me how old you are again?" he said in between grunts.

"I'm 18," I replied.

"Oh fuck," he groaned. "18...how many guys have you jerked off, Jenna?"

"I.. I don't know, I...," I mumbled.

"You don't remember? Fuck...18 years old and you already don't remember how many guys you've jerked off,"

How many guys had I jerked off? The first was my older brother's best friend; we were making out in our living room, he started fingering me, my hand made its way down to his cock, and he ended up suddenly exploding in his pants and all over my hand. I remember being shocked at the amount of cum that flowed out of his cock and how warm it was. My hand was drenched with his semen.

Thinking about that, and the fact I was jerking Mr. Johnson off, was making me wet. I was pissed at myself but I couldn't help it. It was undeniably hot, his big throbbing cock in my hand, and hearing him groan as I stroked his meat. I squirmed in my seat, feeling my pussy moisten.

"Are you getting wet, Jenna?" Mr. Johnson asked. How could he tell.

"Yes sir," I said, almost involuntarily.

"Mmmm, you dirty girl", he replied. Hearing him say that only made my pussy juices go into overdrive, and I felt like I was dripping into my panties. At the same time, I jerked his cock faster and harder than ever, my hand a blur as I wanked his cock furiously.

"That's it, Jenna," he groaned. "Don't stop,"

I had no intention of stopping or slowing down. I could tell he we was close to climaxing, something he confirmed a few seconds later.

"I'm so close," he said. "Tell me you want to make me cum,"

"I want you to cum," I replied.

"Tell me you want to drain my balls,"

"I want to drain your balls, Mr. Johnson," I said. Again, I could barely believe I wa saying this, and that I was about to make him nut.

"Oh fuuuuuuuck," he groaned, and finally it happened. Thick, white spunk erupted out of his cock like a volcano, arcing up into the air and mostly landing on his blue shirt. I continued to stroke it and massage his balls, coaxing more and more of his thick cream out of his member, Mr. Johnson moaning in satisfaction. Some of it landed on my hand, and it was so warm. I couldn't believe how much jizz spewed from his cock, more than I'd ever seen, and a few big, thick spurts later, it finally subsided. Slowly I milked the last few drops out of his tender, throbbing manhood, cum dribbling out and running down his shaft and my hand, which was now soaking wet with his ball juice.

Mr. Johnson sighed loudly, his balls now completely empty. I'd just jerked off my boss barely hours into my new job.

"Good girl, Jenna. You're really going to fit in here," he said, my hands still holding his balls and erect cock.

"Thank you, sir," I said, taking a tissue from the box on his desk and wiping up the cum on my hands.

"My shirt," I said, looking down at the mess his hot man butter had made. "Look what you made me do,"

"Yeah," I said. "It's quite a mess,"

"This is not acceptable," he said, sternly. I was stunned. What was going on? I'd just given him a handjob like he asked, and now he was pissed at me.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I...," I replied, but he cut me off, picking up the phone and dialing.

"You need to get in here right now and see what Jenna's done...and bring Turner with you," he said into the phone.

"What's going on?" I asked, completely bemused. I couldn't believe I was seemingly in trouble for doing what he'd asked of me. Especially given what it was, on my first day on the job.

"You'll see," he said.