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It had been a boring week, but conducting interview for a new secretary was at least some relief. More than I imagined as it turned out.
Several ladies of all ages, shapes and sizes had been through my office. Some good candidates too. Some not so good, but very sexy. Then she walked in; Jessica.
I stood for a second, wide-eyed, gazing at the beautiful face with those deep blue/green eyes, her hair swept up into a dark bun. Her glasses gleamed in the white strip lighting in the office and her flowery blouse clung to her ample breasts and curvaceous belly leaving little to the imagination, and yet enough.
I managed to greet her, shake her hand and invite her to sit down. She sat back in the chair, crossed and re-crossed her shapely legs, and casually flicked her high-heeled shoe on and off of her heel. Her legs were clad in dark nylon, but the short skirt and the low chair meant that I could see to the dark vee of her crotch without making it too obvious.
Did she recognise me? Nothing in what she said suggested that she did. Not great for my ego, but made the interview far less awkward than it might have been otherwise. We chatted about the kind of work she'd be expected to do, the company and her experience. The chat was filled with jokes and giggles, and even a little flirtatiousness.
"Do you mind if I take my jacket off?" She said, wafting an envelope she was carrying to cool her face.
I smiled, "Take off anything that you fancy." I said, then worried about the potential of an ensuing court case for harassment.
She took off her jacket, and undid the top two buttons of her blouse, then grinned. "Does that include your trousers?" she said with a very naughty grin.
I gulped, "You like men's trousers?" I said, trying to move onto a lighter subject.
"No especially," she said. "Depends what's in them."
She stood up, and stretched her arms above her head and then outward, then moved to my side of the desk. She looked my direct in the eye, then knelt in front of me, pushing my knees apart. Running her hands up my thighs, she crossed then over my stirring bulge, then stopped there, looking at me. The tip of her tongue brushed across her top lip as she very slowly unbuckled my belt and popped the fastening at the top. "I can stop," she said, "if you like."
I murmured something about being fine and she proceeded to pull down the fly. I shuffled my hips a little to help her pull my trousers down, and she pushed them to my ankles. She returned her attention to my groin. Caressing the emerging lump through the dark fabric of my boxers, the slipping a hand up under the leg and brushing over my now rigid cock.
"I assume you like this, then?" she asked, archly.
She dragged my cock out from my boxers and started to very slowly move her hand up and down it's length. She pulled the foreskin back so far that I winced, then rolled it back over the bulging head. Her other hand moved in to cup my balls and she paused just long enough to spit in the palm of her hand. The feel of her warm, wet hand running slowly up and down my shaft was exquisite.
She pulled the foreskin back again, then slid her hand to the base of my shaft and gripped in very tightly. She leaned in, her tongue looping out to run up the length of my shaft and flicker across the tiny strap of skin on the under-side of my helmet. The sensations was intense, and her grip kept the blood trapped in my swollen prick, making the head darken and swell even more.
Gentle licks and nibbles she made all over my shaft and helmet. Her hand loosened it's grip on the base and stroked slowly up and down as her other hand gently and rhythmically squeezed my balls. I could feel the tension growing in my loins, my shaft and head becoming so sensitive. Then, without warning, a warm jet of white semen spurted from my glans. Then another, and another. Splashing over Jessica's hair and face. She shuffled up, clamping her mouth over my erupting helmet and sucked in the last dregs of my cum.
I took a deep slow breath and let it loose slowly. "That was amazing." I gasped.
Jessica smiled, and sat on my desk. She parted her shapely legs, pulling her short skirt up high, then ripped open her dark tights to show a lacey red gusset barely covering a deep bed of curly brown pubic hair. "I guess it's my turn, then." she said, placing one foot on my chair as I vacated it to kneel between her hot thighs.
I pulled open the tights even more, licking her inner thighs as I caressed her claves through the thick nylon. I pushed her shoes off and gently massaged her feet as I moved slowly closer to the warmth between her thighs.
She leaned back on the desk, spreading her legs as wide as they would, "Yeah." she whispered huskily, "lick my clit!!"
I moved my hands up her legs, inward to stroked her inner thighs, then forward to slide the red. lacey gusset to one side. Her pussy was beautiful; slick with thick white juices, the hair framing the folds of her outer lips nicely. I moved in, flicking my tongue over her labia as I drew them into my mouth. I spread her pussy open, revealing the erect bud of her clit, and flicked my tongue across it; alternating between fact, hard lashes, and short light tickles. I let one of my hands drift forward, pushing two fingers into her soaking slit as I licked and tickled her clitoris and lower lips.
My fingers made a satisfying squelching noise as they pushed into her dripping cunt, curling upward as I went to try got that g-spot. She writhed on my fingers, grinding her mound into my eager tongue at the same time.
Faster and faster I pushed my fingers in and out of her soaking pussy, lapping up the juices and flickering across the hot bud of her clitoris.
She started to shake a little, and her breathing was coming hard. Then SHE was cumming hard. A sudden rush of pussy juice filled my mouth (not quite a squirt, yet plentiful). Her legs tightened, clasping around my head as she tensed in the throws of her orgasm. I went a little deaf, muffled between her hot thighs.
When she relaxed, and I stood up, pulling ,trousers up, Jessica pulled off the remnants of her tights and d****d them over my neck. "So," she said, "do you think I have what it takes?"
I nodded mutely, to stunned for words.
She straightened the rest of her clothes, slipped her shoes back on and headed for the door. I watched her hot, large butt straining her short skirt. At the door she half looked over her shoulder and said "Give my regards to Big Ben." and then she was gone.
Oh, by the way, she got the job.
Several ladies of all ages, shapes and sizes had been through my office. Some good candidates too. Some not so good, but very sexy. Then she walked in; Jessica.
I stood for a second, wide-eyed, gazing at the beautiful face with those deep blue/green eyes, her hair swept up into a dark bun. Her glasses gleamed in the white strip lighting in the office and her flowery blouse clung to her ample breasts and curvaceous belly leaving little to the imagination, and yet enough.
I managed to greet her, shake her hand and invite her to sit down. She sat back in the chair, crossed and re-crossed her shapely legs, and casually flicked her high-heeled shoe on and off of her heel. Her legs were clad in dark nylon, but the short skirt and the low chair meant that I could see to the dark vee of her crotch without making it too obvious.
Did she recognise me? Nothing in what she said suggested that she did. Not great for my ego, but made the interview far less awkward than it might have been otherwise. We chatted about the kind of work she'd be expected to do, the company and her experience. The chat was filled with jokes and giggles, and even a little flirtatiousness.
"Do you mind if I take my jacket off?" She said, wafting an envelope she was carrying to cool her face.
I smiled, "Take off anything that you fancy." I said, then worried about the potential of an ensuing court case for harassment.
She took off her jacket, and undid the top two buttons of her blouse, then grinned. "Does that include your trousers?" she said with a very naughty grin.
I gulped, "You like men's trousers?" I said, trying to move onto a lighter subject.
"No especially," she said. "Depends what's in them."
She stood up, and stretched her arms above her head and then outward, then moved to my side of the desk. She looked my direct in the eye, then knelt in front of me, pushing my knees apart. Running her hands up my thighs, she crossed then over my stirring bulge, then stopped there, looking at me. The tip of her tongue brushed across her top lip as she very slowly unbuckled my belt and popped the fastening at the top. "I can stop," she said, "if you like."
I murmured something about being fine and she proceeded to pull down the fly. I shuffled my hips a little to help her pull my trousers down, and she pushed them to my ankles. She returned her attention to my groin. Caressing the emerging lump through the dark fabric of my boxers, the slipping a hand up under the leg and brushing over my now rigid cock.
"I assume you like this, then?" she asked, archly.
She dragged my cock out from my boxers and started to very slowly move her hand up and down it's length. She pulled the foreskin back so far that I winced, then rolled it back over the bulging head. Her other hand moved in to cup my balls and she paused just long enough to spit in the palm of her hand. The feel of her warm, wet hand running slowly up and down my shaft was exquisite.
She pulled the foreskin back again, then slid her hand to the base of my shaft and gripped in very tightly. She leaned in, her tongue looping out to run up the length of my shaft and flicker across the tiny strap of skin on the under-side of my helmet. The sensations was intense, and her grip kept the blood trapped in my swollen prick, making the head darken and swell even more.
Gentle licks and nibbles she made all over my shaft and helmet. Her hand loosened it's grip on the base and stroked slowly up and down as her other hand gently and rhythmically squeezed my balls. I could feel the tension growing in my loins, my shaft and head becoming so sensitive. Then, without warning, a warm jet of white semen spurted from my glans. Then another, and another. Splashing over Jessica's hair and face. She shuffled up, clamping her mouth over my erupting helmet and sucked in the last dregs of my cum.
I took a deep slow breath and let it loose slowly. "That was amazing." I gasped.
Jessica smiled, and sat on my desk. She parted her shapely legs, pulling her short skirt up high, then ripped open her dark tights to show a lacey red gusset barely covering a deep bed of curly brown pubic hair. "I guess it's my turn, then." she said, placing one foot on my chair as I vacated it to kneel between her hot thighs.
I pulled open the tights even more, licking her inner thighs as I caressed her claves through the thick nylon. I pushed her shoes off and gently massaged her feet as I moved slowly closer to the warmth between her thighs.
She leaned back on the desk, spreading her legs as wide as they would, "Yeah." she whispered huskily, "lick my clit!!"
I moved my hands up her legs, inward to stroked her inner thighs, then forward to slide the red. lacey gusset to one side. Her pussy was beautiful; slick with thick white juices, the hair framing the folds of her outer lips nicely. I moved in, flicking my tongue over her labia as I drew them into my mouth. I spread her pussy open, revealing the erect bud of her clit, and flicked my tongue across it; alternating between fact, hard lashes, and short light tickles. I let one of my hands drift forward, pushing two fingers into her soaking slit as I licked and tickled her clitoris and lower lips.
My fingers made a satisfying squelching noise as they pushed into her dripping cunt, curling upward as I went to try got that g-spot. She writhed on my fingers, grinding her mound into my eager tongue at the same time.
Faster and faster I pushed my fingers in and out of her soaking pussy, lapping up the juices and flickering across the hot bud of her clitoris.
She started to shake a little, and her breathing was coming hard. Then SHE was cumming hard. A sudden rush of pussy juice filled my mouth (not quite a squirt, yet plentiful). Her legs tightened, clasping around my head as she tensed in the throws of her orgasm. I went a little deaf, muffled between her hot thighs.
When she relaxed, and I stood up, pulling ,trousers up, Jessica pulled off the remnants of her tights and d****d them over my neck. "So," she said, "do you think I have what it takes?"
I nodded mutely, to stunned for words.
She straightened the rest of her clothes, slipped her shoes back on and headed for the door. I watched her hot, large butt straining her short skirt. At the door she half looked over her shoulder and said "Give my regards to Big Ben." and then she was gone.
Oh, by the way, she got the job.
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