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Charlene was a bit nervous about starting to her new job. But the money her husband Phillip had left her, when he died almost five years ago now, was gone. So she had few other options except to get a job. Phillip had been an investment counselor and when the stock market tanked back in '08, they lost a big chunk of their life savings. Phillip had just started to turn things around when he died in a car accident.
Now at the age of 29, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to stand up to much younger competition, so when Anthony Wiseman, another independent financial advisor, called to tell her he was interested in talking to her about a job, she was happy and a little bit stunned. He called right after he received her application, and they had a very nice and pleasant talk. He asked about her work experience, finding out she had very little. Charlene had never worked anywhere, except for her father a couple years helping out in the little stop 'n' shop convenience store he ran.
When she met and finally married Phillip, he didn't want her to work, telling her that it was his responsibility to bring in the money and her job was to run the house. Since her father and mother had felt the same way, it was a natural fit for her as well. He also asked about her personal background, wanting to get to know her as a person as well to see if she would be a good fit in the office setting. Charlene instantly felt at ease with him. He had seemed to be very charming, and she liked his warm and comforting voice so much, that it surprised her when she noticed, that they had talked for nearly a full hour!
He gave her a packet with some information that gave her a quick overview of the company and a detailed description of the job duties she would be required to do. After reviewing the information, Charlene called Mr. Wiseman to ask some questions she still had, and again they had a very pleasant talk. Time seemed to fly by whenever she was talking with him. And what was even more surprising to her is that as she listened to him, she felt a strange, yet very welcome tingling in her pussy. She could have listened to this voice forever. She couldn't wait to meet him face to face. If he looked half as good as his voice sounded, he had to be very attractive. He told her that she was lucky to have called him, because he was seriously in need of finding someone to fill the job and he really liked her.
And so Charlene prepared for the first job interview of her life. Since she'd learned that a big part of her job would be working in the front and greeting the customers, she decided she would wear a figure-hugging stretch-knit haltertop minidress with a collar that framed the open plunging neckline and displayed her ample breasts. The dress was daringly high, yet still modest enough to be worn in public without drawing the scrutiny of the court system. She also wore her thigh top stockings and her favorite six inch stiletto-heeled CFM sandals.
Mr. Wiseman had commented that he thought she was very pretty from the picture she had enclosed with her application, so she intended to make full use of the curvy 38DD-27-36 body and beautiful face that nature had blessed her with. Usually she tended to hide her figure and especially her big chest, unless she was looking for some male attention. It was too much of a distraction when conducting business, but now she was prepared to do whatever it took and use whatever tools she had to get this job. For the professional look, she wore a rather conservative make-up, with emphasis on her cherry-red lips, and her brown hair fell softly over her shoulders. A last check in the mirror showed her a woman that looked professional and hot, both at the same time.
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Charlene paused for a few moments in front of Mr. Wiseman's office door. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she stood there. A mixture of excitement and fear coursed through her. What if he didn't like her? What if he did? A thousand scenarios flashed through her mind as she hesitated. Suddenly the door to his office opened, and she stood before Anthony Wiseman for the first time.
"Oh my god! He's even hotter, than I had expected." she thought to herself.
He was about forty years old, tall, with broad shoulders and a large chest. He was well built and obviously took care of himself, sporting well-defined "six pack" abs and strong muscular arms. His face was handsomely rugged with a firm chin and warm welcoming smile below piercing blue eyes and collar-length blonde hair. He had a faint musky smell of cologne - not powerful, but just enough that it made her want to breathe it in deeper. It made her heart beat even faster, when she inhaled his scent. He took her small manicured hand in his large, strong hand and held it tenderly, making her instantly feel welcome.
"Ms. Duncan, I presume," he smiled, showing her his warm smile and perfect teeth.
"Y-y-yes," she faltered. Then, getting her wits together, she added, "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Wiseman."
"Please come in and let's talk," he said. He led her into his office, with her following him on wobbly legs.
Charlene took a seat in the chair directly across Mr. Wiseman's large desk from him. She handed him the forms from the packet he gave her. As he looked over what she had put down, he would glance over the papers at her.
She couldn’t help but notice his furtive glances at her legs. Instinctively, she spread them a little more to give him a better view. She was happy when she saw him smile, and even more so when his eyes move up higher, coming to rest now on her wonderful tits. Charlene usually didn’t like to be ogled, but she got a pleasant feeling when she saw this man's appreciative stare. When Mr. Wiseman had to step out of the office for a moment to photocopy something, she took the opportunity to remove her jacket and move her chair a little closer to the desk so she could display herself more effectively.
The mischievous grin he showed her when he came back in the room again told her that she'd done the right thing.
"Very nice," he said as he sat back down behind his large ornate desk. "Ms. Duncan, or may I call you Charlene?" He could call her anything he wanted at this point.
"That would be fine, Mr. Wiseman," she said, smiling.
"Okay, I will call you Charlene if you call me Tony then. Deal?" he said, flashing her that winning smile again.
"Deal," she said.
"You know I love this antique desk. It is large enough I can spread out my work and get a good look at my work. But it becomes a real hindrance when it comes to discussing business, because I feel like I have to practically shout to be heard. Would you mind sitting here on my desk so we can talk easier?" he asked, patting the top of his desk in front of him.
Charlene would have sat on his lap, had he asked her to at this point. She was attracted to this man somehow and she knew already that she really wanted this job. She’d love to work for this wonderful man. So she got up and sat down at the indicated spot. How devilishly clever of him - the way she was sitting now facing him, her crotch was eye-level with his eyes. Because of the tightness of her dress, she was forced to hike it up embarrassingly high in order to sit on the desktop. But she did as he asked without hesitation - there was something about this man that made her want to please him. She sat down on the desk right in front of him and placed her feet on the arms of his chair, spreading her legs a bit wider so he could see the matching panties she wore with her bra.
"There, that’s much better, now isn’t it?" he asked.
"Mmmm, yes," she sighed softly. It didn’t feel just better. It felt WONDERFUL to perform for him. She very much hoped he would have her perform for him more. She wanted him to order her to do other things for him. She would do whatever he asked of her too.
"I see by your info here, that you aren't involved with anyone at the moment - no husband, fiance', or boyfriend? Is that correct?" he asked.
"No, Sir. I am unattached," she confirmed. She felt a tingle in her pussy - it felt kind of naughty calling him ‘Sir’ when she was having these thought running through her mind! She began to imagine all sorts of sexy, erotic scenes where she was made to do things for him.
"So, you would be available anytime? Whenever I needed you?" he asked.
She smiled at him. "Yes, Sir. I don't have much of a social life, so I’d be available 24 hours the day, so to say."
"That’s good to hear. I expect my employees to be at my beck and call. I never know when I may need you." he said.
Charlene smiled, "I'd love to be at his beck and call anytime!" she thought to herself.
"I also like my employees to be very obedient. Can you be obedient, Charlene?" he asked, with a mischievous little smirk.
"I can be very obedient, Sir," she said in a soft hushed voice. She lowered her eyes and blushed as she spoke.
"Well, we shall see about that. Now I have a rather personal question for you... do you shave?" he asked.
"Sir?" she asked, a bit taken aback at the forwardness of the inquiry.
"Do you shave?" he repeated.
"I... I... shave my underarms and legs, Sir," she said.
"And what about your pussy? How do you keep your pussy hair?" he asked.
Charlene blushed a deep red at this new question. "I keep it trimmed down there, but not shaved," she said looking down at her fidgeting hands.
"I see. Would you mind showing me what you mean by trimmed?" he asked. Blushing again, she pulled the crotch of her panties aside, displaying her damp pussy with the closely cropped patch of chestnut hair.
"Very pretty. Now, if you got the job, how would you feel about shaving 'down there'? I prefer a nice smooth woman... I think it is extremely sexy and I find that a woman who feels sexy makes a better employee," he said.
"I can shave completely, if you like Sir," she said.
"Good. While we are speaking about your appearance, would you mind getting undressed and let's have a look at what exactly I am hiring here. I'm not in the habit of buying things sight unseen, you know? Nor do I commonly hire without a thorough interview of the prospective applicant," he said.
"Of course not, Sir," she replied, giggling softly. Not only was Anthony Wiseman strikingly handsome, he also had a strong, powerful presence - the kind that made a woman weak in the knees! As fast as she could, she complied with his request, shedding her clothes and laying them on the leather couch that sat against the wall of his office. Charlene liked doing what he told her, following his orders, and it felt so naughty and so sexy exposing herself for his viewing pleasure!
Her heart started to beat faster as she began to get aroused performing for him, naked save her heels and stockings, showing her body off to this man who she had only met minutes ago. Then he slowly got up from his chair and approached her. Once again Charlene drank in the sight of his well-proportioned gorgeous body. Her head spun as he got closer and she once again inhaled his musky scent. This man had completely captivated her!
He raised his big hands, moving them towards her breasts. "Do you mind?" he said.
As if he had to ask! "Please, Sir, feel free to test me anyway you like," she said quickly. A shudder ran through her body, as his he cupped her bountiful breasts and dug his strong fingers into the milky flesh. His hands felt incredible on her soft breasts, and she couldn’t hold back a moan. Charlene was clearly aroused at his pawing and attention and she wasn't afraid to let him know it either.
Letting go of her breasts after a minute or so, he took one step back to admire them. Charlene pulled her shoulders back as far as she could, jutting her breasts out further and hoping he would find them acceptable.
"You’ve got some very impressive tits," he commented, "That is good - I like a woman who has a nice curvy figure."
She breathed a sigh of relief that he liked them. "Thank you, Sir. I am glad that you like them," she said, blushing a little.
He stood there in front of her thinking for a moment. "Although… I do think your nipples could be somewhat harder. It seems a shame that being blessed with such nice tits as you have that your nipples aren't standing more proudly and adding to their magnificence. If you really want to be as obedient as you tell me, you should look for your nipples to always be nice and erect for me," he stated firmly. His remark hit her like a slap in the face and her heart sank. Charlene dropped her head shamefully. She hated her damn nipples for being so disobedient, so she quickly began pinching and pulling on them, urging them to swell and grow until they looked like they were supposed to. Like he wanted them to. His beautiful smile returned to his face as he watched her trying to please him. "Now that’s better. That’s exactly how I like your tits to look, if I decide to hire you."
"Sir, I promise you, that my nipples will always be hard for you," she said, hoping she hadn't displeased him too much and blown her opportunity.
"Now that’s the attitude I like to see," he said.
"Mr. Wiseman, I do want very much to work for you. What else can I do to show you I can be an obedient employee and convince you of my qualities?" she asked him anxiously. Charlene really wanted this job. She needed to find work, and she wanted to work for him more than anything now.
He stepped back and sat down in his chair again. Loosening his tie, he paused for a moment. "Show me more. Pose some more for me." he said.
"I’ll be more than happy to, Sir," she answered. Charlene's body was on aflame with desire as she began to move and sway, turning this way and that as she tried displaying herself to him to best advantage. Obeying him made her feel so incredible. She could feel her pussy tingle and her breath started coming in short pants as she stood there, naked, my arms raised, while my hands gripped the highest shelf on his huge wall bookcase, sensuously stretching her curvy body for him. Looking down at her tits, Charlene was relieved to find her nipples still nice and hard for him. She turned around to show him her tight heart-shaped ass. Stepping backwards a bit, she arched her back so it really stuck out. Looking back over her shoulder, she was happy to see him rubbing his crotch. She smiled, seeing that his hand was wrapped around a very respectable bulge in his trousers.
Charlene's mouth went dry when she saw him grabbing his cock and licked her lips unconsciously. Feeling bold, she decided to go for broke. She walked over to the desk next to his chair and sat down on top of it. Swinging one leg high into the air, she slowly moved so she was directly in front of him and straddling his chair. She laid back on the desk with her naked pussy open in front of him, legs wide spread and her high heels planted on the arms of his chair. She scooted forward until her ass was on the edge of the desktop.
He was rubbing his crotch harder now, while she pulled her pussy lips apart to show him her pink hole. Charlene was sure he could see how wet she was. And she was very wet. She could tell because as she moved she heard the soft squishing sound of her pussy rubbing against itself. She could feel her moisture as it dampened her thighs and she knew the roaring fire inside her. When she heard him groan, she began to rub her pussy and clit.
"Your cunt looks pretty hot from here," he commented, "What would you say? Is it a tight fit?"
To show him, she put three fingers into her dripping cunt and clenched her muscles as hard as she could around them, before she pulled them slowly out with an audible plop. "This cunt hasn’t been used for several years, Sir," she said in a low lusty tone, "Yes, it is very tight and very hot."
"It’s a naughty little snatch, all slippery and wet, isn’t it?" he asked, while he rubbed his crotch feverishly.
"Only for you, Sir. You are making me soo wet and slippery..." she said slipping her fingers back inside again.
He grinned. "Good answer."
Then Mr. Wiseman reached for the intercom on his desk and pushed a button on the device. "Amy, be a dear and bring that sweet little ass in here."
"Yes, Sir! Right away, Sir," came the answer out of the speakers.
"I wish you to meet…" He stopped in mid-sentence, his otherwise kind and handsome face now had an alarming scowl on it. His eyes which were once soft and gentle, now took on an angry glow. "Why are you covering yourself, Charlene? If I had wanted you to cover up, I would have told you. Now put those arms back down and stop all this foolishness."
"I’m sorry, Sir." Instinctively, she had crossed one arm over her tits when she had heard that someone was about to come in. Now she mentally kicked herself for doing so. Hopefully she hadn’t ruined her chances with her prudish modesty. She quickly resumed rubbing her cunt. When the door opened, her jaw dropped. In walked a woman that could be best described as a blonde dream of sex on legs.
She was wearing a strapless, front-zipper red minidress that ended just below her crotch, combined with a pair of red thigh-top sheer stockings and at least six inch red high heel pumps. The dress had cutouts on both sides that were large enough it would show if she were wearing a bra or panties (and she was not wearing either!) and the front zipper ran top to bottom, making the dress very easy to get out of. Her face wore heavy night club type make-up, with heavy eye shadow and deep red lipstick to accentuate her pouty lips and sparkling blue eyes. Her hair was platinum blonde and put into a loose, mid-back length ponytail. "Amy, my little slut," Mr. Wiseman spoke to her, "I want you to meet your new colleague, Charlene."
"Did he just say... new colleague? Did that mean I had the job?" the thought flashed through her mind. Before she was able to react though, Amy had come over, stretching out her hand.
"Hello Charlene, I’m Amy." she said, smiling warmly. "Nice to meet you and welcome aboard!" Then she turned to Mr. Wiseman. "You were right, Sir, she is a hot little slut!"
Charlene was so completely dumbfounded that she had even stopped fingering her cunt. But Amy didn't miss a beat, taking her hand and raising it to her mouth, to lick Charlene's pussy juices from her fingers.
"Mmmm, she tastes sweet! Oh, I am going to love working with her Sir," she said, before sucking the stunned woman's fingers into her mouth.
"D-Does that mean… I-I have the job, Sir?" Charlene asked Mr. Wiseman, still not believing her luck. "Of course you do," he answered with a smile. "How could any man not want to have such a hot little slut working for him?"
Charlene was so overwhelmed, she nearly burst into tears. "Oh thank you, Mr. Wiseman, thank you so much! I promise, I will be the best slut for you, Sir," she said.
"I know you will, my eager little slut," he said smiling. Charlene was so happy she didn't know what to do. She wanted to kiss him and hug him to thank him for allowing her to serve him. But she also didn't want to start out her new job by assuming too much. She just sat on the desktop trembling in excitement and lustful need.
Mr. Wiseman knew what she was feeling. He was well aware of the turmoil of emotions churning inside his new acquisition and intended to take advantage of her desires.
"Why don’t the both of you get up on my desk and get acquainted a little, while I tell you about your duties, Charlene?" Amy climbed up on the desk next to Charlene and within seconds they were wrapped in each others arms, kissing and caressing each other. Charlene unzipped Amy’s dress as fast as she could, to find that the woman was wearing nothing underneath. What a hot little slut she was!
Amy's body was perfect, not quite as tall as Charlene, but every bit as curvy and buxom. With her pale skin and long blonde hair, Amy was smoking hot! Soon the two beauties were making out hot and heavy, testing the firmness of their tits and asses, rubbing and fingering their wet, slick cunts and tasting each other’s juices. Between her new lover's moans and her fingers probing her own depths, Charlene was so hot, it was hard for her to concentrate on what Mr. Wiseman was saying.
"Maybe I should start with a few basic information about myself. To start with, I have been gifted with the power of persuasion. This is more than just a knack for being able to sweet talk someone into doing what I ask them to do... it is almost to the point of mind control. While I don't hypnotize or use mind-altering drugs or things as radical as that, I can persuade people to do things for me that they may otherwise not ever consider. You haven’t been aware of it, but since our first conversation on the phone, I have been working to mold your mind to my will. You apparently liked my voice from the first moment you heard it. That was all I needed. My voice is the main instrument I use for changing people to my liking.
This, and knowing how people's minds work. I use the power of suggestion, as well as some other common psychological tricks to manipulate you into agreeing with my wishes. My power of persuasion does have one limitation, however. I can only persuade you to do that which you secretly want to do anyway. If it isn't in you to do something, even if you aren't aware of it yourself, then I can't persuade you to do it. You wanted to work for me from the day you first contacted me. And the more you found out about me and this job, the more you wanted it. So you were pretty easy to mold. You are a true slut, even if you didn't know it until now.
My power has proved to be quite successful in both my personal life as well as my professional life. I am a wealthy man today. In my occupation as a financial consultant, I only have 15 of my best, and most influential clients left which I keep, so I have plenty of time to enjoy life," he explained. "This, plus the investments and assets which I have accumulated, keep me in a very comfortable lifestyle and allow me the freedom to explore my other interests."
As he spoke, Charlene was busy feasting on Amy's full firm tit and chewing on her thick, stiff nipples. She moaned into one of Amy’s tits suddenly, when Amy's agile fingers reached her clit. She had never considered herself a lesbian or even had lesbian fantasies, but it was obvious that she was enjoying this blonde’s ministrations. She stuffed the top of her ripe tit into her mouth, nibbling at her erect nipple and was rewarded with a happy squeal.
"I know that you think of me as some sort of an Adonis. You couldn’t keep your eyes off me, could you, you little minx?"
Of course she couldn’t, he was the most attractive man she had ever seen. She couldn’t understand why such a beefy guy should have any problems with women.
"But it wasn't always this way. In fact, as a teenager, I was skinny and quite a geeky glasses-wearing nobody, so I never had much luck with women. But it was as that geek, I began to find and develop my persuasive powers. Then I befriended a man who helped me develop my body even as I was developing my mind. It took a lot of work on both fronts, but before long I started getting acquainted with the fairer sex and that was when I found that I could use my blossoming skills to my benefit.
"Amy here has been my slut for about two years now, and I have used her in many ways. She thinks of herself as being my property and feels as if I own her - a feeling which I share. And it works for us very well. She is an obedient and valuable asset and pleases me very much," he said.
"Thank you, Sir. I am happy that I please you," Amy said, blushing and smiling.
"But as much as this little slut pleases me, I wanted some variety," he continued, "I also have found a need to have another slut on hand as well. And when I look at your curvy body, I know you will bring me as much pleasure as Amy does. So tell me, slut, what size are those impressive tits of yours?" he asked.
Charlene unlocked her mouth from Amy’s cunt to answer him. "38DD, Sir." She shook them a little to emphasize their natural swing.
"Well that should be enough for a good tit-fuck, I would think. Do you like your tits fucked? Do you like the feel of a hard cock between those huge tits... like a dirty little slut?" he asked.
"I never let a man fuck my tits because it’s so degrading, Sir, but I would love you to do anything with them you’d like."
He grinned. "I’m sure you do. Speaking of degrading, it doesn’t bother you, if I call you a dirty little slut?"
"Not in the slightest, Sir. You can call me all sorts of names."
"Whore?"
"Of course."
"Tramp?"
"Yes."
"Cunt or Tits?"
"Sounds perfect."
"And it’s all right with you being called names like this?"
"If you wish to call me dirty names or degrade me, then it is perfectly fine with me."
"I think you even enjoy it, don’t you my horny little fucktoy?"
"Oh god yes", she moaned, while a wave of erotic sensation ran through her body. It amazed her, how well he knew her and knew just what to say and do to keep her crazed with lust. She really admired him at how completely he controlled her.
"Very good then," he said, as he undid his zipper, revealing his already hard and erect cock. Charlene's jaw dropped. This was the biggest cock she had ever seen. It had to be at least seven inches long and about an inch and a half wide. She couldn’t keep from staring at it. "I see you like my cock." Like it? She LOVED it! She only wondered how such a massive cock would fit into her tiny cunt. But then, she knew he would find a way to drive it in. And she couldn't wait till he stretched her neglected pussy with that beast of a cock!
"Well, it’s not for you today," he said. "Amy," he spoke to the blonde, who up to now had been consistently lapping at Charlene's dripping snatch, "Come over here... I am going to fuck you while your new colleague watches. I want you to tell Charlene here just what you are feeling, how good my cock feels inside you, and how much you love being fucked by me. I want you to be explicit as always and I want you to tell her everything she is missing out on so she can see how wonderful it will be for her when she is ready, understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Now Charlene, my little slut, you sit right there and keep those legs spread for me. I want to see that pretty pussy. Feel free to play with yourself if you wish, but do not cum - do you understand me? If you cum you will be punished. I want you to listen to what Amy here is telling you and watch as I fuck this little whore silly."
"Yes, Sir." Charlene said, getting into position. She sat at the far edge of his immense desk with her legs spread wide and her feet hanging off the edges. Meanwhile, Tony had moved Amy around to where she was bent over the edge of the desk facing Charlene, with her legs spread wide, her feet on the floor and her weight resting on her forearms so her tits hung free and available to him.
He came up behind Amy and knelt down. Placing his hands on her ass cheeks, he rubbed them a bit before pulling them apart to reveal her wet pink pussy. With little ceremony, he leaned in and took a long slow lick at the juices that glistened on her swollen pussy lips, and brought out a low moan from the girl as well.
"Ohhhh goddd..." she moaned, as she closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling.
Spurned on by her sweet taste and her moans, Tony dived into her pussy eagerly, licking and lapping and poking his tongue as deep into her velvety warmth as he could get it. Amy began moaning and wriggling and squirming under the sudden onslaught gasping as he varied his technique to keep her moving ever closer to cumming.
"Oh god, Sir... yes... ohhh yesss! Right there! Oh fuck... ohhhh, that feels so goood..." she moaned as he ate her from behind. Amy laid her head down on the desk and her hands reached out searching for something to hang onto. She clawed at the desktop until she found the edge of the desk and was able to grip it tightly.
Tony enjoyed the taste of Amy's pussy and he knew she was enjoying giving her wet juicy box to him. But Tony wanted to see his new girl squirm and so he raised the stakes with Amy, knowing her moans and whimpers would be just the thing to drive Charlene to her brink.
He slipped two fingers into Amy's slippery cunt as his tongue continued lapping and licking at her With the other hand placed on top of her ass, he let his thumb fall over her tight, puckered asshole. He knew that she was fond of any kind of anal play and teasing her like this was sure to cause her to become more vocal and that in turn would get Charlene hotter still.
"Ohmygod! Oh Sir! Yes! Please fuck my ass with your fingers! Oh Charlene, this is... ohhhhh fuck!" Amy moaned loudly.
Charlene watched Amy as he ate her pussy and teased her with his fingers. She wished it was her on the desk being feasted on and she could feel her need building. She began fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit as she watched Amy's torment. Charlene had been horny since the interview had started. Stripping and performing for him made it worse. And now with the introduction of Amy and watching her get eaten and teased... well she didn't know how much more of this she could take! He had told her not to cum but it was hard... she needed to cum sooo badly!
Suddenly Tony pulled his fingers away from Amy and stood up. He unfastened and dropped his trousers quickly and stood behind her, his hard, throbbing cock in his hand. He moved closer to her and with his free hand he grabbed her hair and hauled her head back.
"Now cunt, I am going to shove this cock into your tight wet hole and fuck you, you want that don't you? You want my cock buried deep in your slutty cunt, don't you?" he growled.
"Yes, Sir! Oh god please..." Amy whimpered.
He placed the head of his huge cock at her entrance. Then he grabbed her by the throat holding her head up with his hands and eased his way slowly into her slick tunnel.
"Ohhhhhhhgoddddddd" she moaned as he slid into her. Charlene watched her face as Amy 's eyes widened and she gripped the desk tightly. Deeper and deeper he slid into the blonde as she began panting and whimpering, feeling her cunt stretching to accomodate his enormous member. He pushed into her until he felt his balls against her ass. He paused there for a moment to let her feel him fully inside her.
"Ohhh Charlene... I'm so full... he feels soo... fucking good in my tight cunt!" she panted.
Then he began pumping in and out of her - slowly for the first few times, but very quickly he increased his rhythm and power. He slammed into Amy so hard he forced her against the desk, almost knocking the wind out of her with every powerful thurst. Amy held on as best she could but it wasn't enough. His savagery and animal brutality made her reach forward and she clasped hands with her new slut sister.
"Sir please... please may I come? Please... I need to cum, Sir!" Amy cried.
"Well since you are performing for our new hire here, perhaps you should ask her if you can come. Beg our new slut and convince her to let you cum, whore!" he hissed in her ear.
"Ohhh please, Charlene! Please can I cum, Oh, I need to cum soo much! Please, please may I cum for you!"
Charlene looked up at her new boss for guidance. He smiled and nodded slightly.
"Yes, Amy, you can cum."
That was all she needed to hear. "Ohmygodddd... I'mmm cuuuuminngggg!" Amy screamed as her floodgates opened. Amy poured her juices out around his cock and they ran down her legs as she trembled and shook from the force of her orgasm. Finally she collapsed, panting and sweaty on the desktop completely exhausted. However her job wasn't finished quite yet and she didn't get any respite before he grabbed her blonde ponytail and pulled her by the hair off his desk and onto the floor.
You aren't done yet, whore... you forgot something." he said. She weakly got to her knees knowing what she had yet to do. She opened her mouth and he shoved his cock deep down her throat, making her gag at first. He stared down hard at her. "You know better than that slut! Now suck that cock right or pay the price!" he said angrily. She opened her mouth again, and this time she took him down her throat and began deep-throating him. He thrust in and out of her, holding himself deep down her throat for a few secods each time until she tapped his leg needing air. A trail of saliva formed between his cock and her mouth and he wiped his cock across her face, smearing it all across her face.
Charlene somewhat felt jealous, watching Amy sucking that huge cock. She could feel her own cunt getting wetter and wetter, while she watched Amy performing for him, until she could feel her pussy juices running down the inside of her legs. "I see you’re really into this," he commented on her soaked pussy. He had his hands in Amy’s blonde mane, controlling the movements of her head, that was bobbing up and down on his crotch at a furious speed. Charlene wondered what it felt like, to have her mouth fucked raw like that. She hoped she would find out soon. "Yes, Sir. It makes me feel so horny."
"Of course it does. You are just a depraved, cum crazy slut-whore." he said. I whimpered at his abuse, my juices spilling right out of my wet snatch. Charlene loved to be degraded and humiliated at his words made her pussy twitch. How did he know this?
"Yes, Sir..." she groaned, feeling her orgasm screaming to get out. She needed to cum so bad, but she knew that she wasn't allowed to cum without permission.
"Sir?" she asked.
"Yes, slut."
"Please... can you... can you make me come?" she asked, unsure if she should be.
He smiled at her. "Ahh, you catch on quickly. That's good. Indeed, I very well COULD make you come. And judging by your current state, quite easily too. But you will have to ask me nicely."
"Please, Sir, please let your slut cum like the dirty whore I am. Please let me cum for your pleasure. Thank you for making me your slutty fucktoy, and I want to show my devotion, by coming as your depraved slut. I promise, my dripping snatch will cum only for you, Sir," Charlene whimpered. She was getting hotter with each self-abuse, nearly going insane with her need to come.
"So you wish to cum, do you? Well, thanks to this blonde whore and her excellent cocksucking skills, I am about to cum myself. So we will all cum together... NOW!" he commanded.
Charlene's floodgates opened and she came in a screaming, earth-shattering orgasm. Her body writhed and shuddered and wave after crashing waves pounded her. She had never cum so hard in her life, even with her husband Phillip. Mr. Wiseman had reached a part of Charlene that even she didn't know was there and now he owned her. She collapsed there on his desk, her pussy pouring out her juices as her body convulsed in orgasmic release. Through her lust-clouded fog she saw Amy’s body shake and shiver, as she was struggling through her own explosive orgasm.
Mr. Wiseman held Amy's face pushed deep in his crotch, and Charlene watched fascinated, as he shot all of his seed down her throat. Amy swallowed it all too, not allowing a single drop to escape her mouth which seemed to be glued to his cock. It took Charlene nearly two full minutes to regain her composure and calm herself down to the point where she could stand up again. She slowly raised herself from the intense orgasm to see Amy kneeling on the floor in front of him, sitting on her heels with widespread legs, her hands behind her head, and her tits thrust out. She looked so lovely in her submissive posture.
"Ms. Duncan," he addressed her, "Now that you have learned a little about what your duties will entail, are you still interested in the job?"
Was he kidding - I wanted this job more than anything! "Of course, I am, Sir. I really, really want this job. And I promise, I’ll be such a good employee. And I am willing to learn…"
He smiled. "That’s good, because I want my staff to be very willing. Well then, I suggest you start tomorrow. Amy here will be happy to go over some of the other things you will need to know about the company."
The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over sixteen (16) years of age.
Now at the age of 29, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to stand up to much younger competition, so when Anthony Wiseman, another independent financial advisor, called to tell her he was interested in talking to her about a job, she was happy and a little bit stunned. He called right after he received her application, and they had a very nice and pleasant talk. He asked about her work experience, finding out she had very little. Charlene had never worked anywhere, except for her father a couple years helping out in the little stop 'n' shop convenience store he ran.
When she met and finally married Phillip, he didn't want her to work, telling her that it was his responsibility to bring in the money and her job was to run the house. Since her father and mother had felt the same way, it was a natural fit for her as well. He also asked about her personal background, wanting to get to know her as a person as well to see if she would be a good fit in the office setting. Charlene instantly felt at ease with him. He had seemed to be very charming, and she liked his warm and comforting voice so much, that it surprised her when she noticed, that they had talked for nearly a full hour!
He gave her a packet with some information that gave her a quick overview of the company and a detailed description of the job duties she would be required to do. After reviewing the information, Charlene called Mr. Wiseman to ask some questions she still had, and again they had a very pleasant talk. Time seemed to fly by whenever she was talking with him. And what was even more surprising to her is that as she listened to him, she felt a strange, yet very welcome tingling in her pussy. She could have listened to this voice forever. She couldn't wait to meet him face to face. If he looked half as good as his voice sounded, he had to be very attractive. He told her that she was lucky to have called him, because he was seriously in need of finding someone to fill the job and he really liked her.
And so Charlene prepared for the first job interview of her life. Since she'd learned that a big part of her job would be working in the front and greeting the customers, she decided she would wear a figure-hugging stretch-knit haltertop minidress with a collar that framed the open plunging neckline and displayed her ample breasts. The dress was daringly high, yet still modest enough to be worn in public without drawing the scrutiny of the court system. She also wore her thigh top stockings and her favorite six inch stiletto-heeled CFM sandals.
Mr. Wiseman had commented that he thought she was very pretty from the picture she had enclosed with her application, so she intended to make full use of the curvy 38DD-27-36 body and beautiful face that nature had blessed her with. Usually she tended to hide her figure and especially her big chest, unless she was looking for some male attention. It was too much of a distraction when conducting business, but now she was prepared to do whatever it took and use whatever tools she had to get this job. For the professional look, she wore a rather conservative make-up, with emphasis on her cherry-red lips, and her brown hair fell softly over her shoulders. A last check in the mirror showed her a woman that looked professional and hot, both at the same time.
*
Charlene paused for a few moments in front of Mr. Wiseman's office door. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she stood there. A mixture of excitement and fear coursed through her. What if he didn't like her? What if he did? A thousand scenarios flashed through her mind as she hesitated. Suddenly the door to his office opened, and she stood before Anthony Wiseman for the first time.
"Oh my god! He's even hotter, than I had expected." she thought to herself.
He was about forty years old, tall, with broad shoulders and a large chest. He was well built and obviously took care of himself, sporting well-defined "six pack" abs and strong muscular arms. His face was handsomely rugged with a firm chin and warm welcoming smile below piercing blue eyes and collar-length blonde hair. He had a faint musky smell of cologne - not powerful, but just enough that it made her want to breathe it in deeper. It made her heart beat even faster, when she inhaled his scent. He took her small manicured hand in his large, strong hand and held it tenderly, making her instantly feel welcome.
"Ms. Duncan, I presume," he smiled, showing her his warm smile and perfect teeth.
"Y-y-yes," she faltered. Then, getting her wits together, she added, "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Wiseman."
"Please come in and let's talk," he said. He led her into his office, with her following him on wobbly legs.
Charlene took a seat in the chair directly across Mr. Wiseman's large desk from him. She handed him the forms from the packet he gave her. As he looked over what she had put down, he would glance over the papers at her.
She couldn’t help but notice his furtive glances at her legs. Instinctively, she spread them a little more to give him a better view. She was happy when she saw him smile, and even more so when his eyes move up higher, coming to rest now on her wonderful tits. Charlene usually didn’t like to be ogled, but she got a pleasant feeling when she saw this man's appreciative stare. When Mr. Wiseman had to step out of the office for a moment to photocopy something, she took the opportunity to remove her jacket and move her chair a little closer to the desk so she could display herself more effectively.
The mischievous grin he showed her when he came back in the room again told her that she'd done the right thing.
"Very nice," he said as he sat back down behind his large ornate desk. "Ms. Duncan, or may I call you Charlene?" He could call her anything he wanted at this point.
"That would be fine, Mr. Wiseman," she said, smiling.
"Okay, I will call you Charlene if you call me Tony then. Deal?" he said, flashing her that winning smile again.
"Deal," she said.
"You know I love this antique desk. It is large enough I can spread out my work and get a good look at my work. But it becomes a real hindrance when it comes to discussing business, because I feel like I have to practically shout to be heard. Would you mind sitting here on my desk so we can talk easier?" he asked, patting the top of his desk in front of him.
Charlene would have sat on his lap, had he asked her to at this point. She was attracted to this man somehow and she knew already that she really wanted this job. She’d love to work for this wonderful man. So she got up and sat down at the indicated spot. How devilishly clever of him - the way she was sitting now facing him, her crotch was eye-level with his eyes. Because of the tightness of her dress, she was forced to hike it up embarrassingly high in order to sit on the desktop. But she did as he asked without hesitation - there was something about this man that made her want to please him. She sat down on the desk right in front of him and placed her feet on the arms of his chair, spreading her legs a bit wider so he could see the matching panties she wore with her bra.
"There, that’s much better, now isn’t it?" he asked.
"Mmmm, yes," she sighed softly. It didn’t feel just better. It felt WONDERFUL to perform for him. She very much hoped he would have her perform for him more. She wanted him to order her to do other things for him. She would do whatever he asked of her too.
"I see by your info here, that you aren't involved with anyone at the moment - no husband, fiance', or boyfriend? Is that correct?" he asked.
"No, Sir. I am unattached," she confirmed. She felt a tingle in her pussy - it felt kind of naughty calling him ‘Sir’ when she was having these thought running through her mind! She began to imagine all sorts of sexy, erotic scenes where she was made to do things for him.
"So, you would be available anytime? Whenever I needed you?" he asked.
She smiled at him. "Yes, Sir. I don't have much of a social life, so I’d be available 24 hours the day, so to say."
"That’s good to hear. I expect my employees to be at my beck and call. I never know when I may need you." he said.
Charlene smiled, "I'd love to be at his beck and call anytime!" she thought to herself.
"I also like my employees to be very obedient. Can you be obedient, Charlene?" he asked, with a mischievous little smirk.
"I can be very obedient, Sir," she said in a soft hushed voice. She lowered her eyes and blushed as she spoke.
"Well, we shall see about that. Now I have a rather personal question for you... do you shave?" he asked.
"Sir?" she asked, a bit taken aback at the forwardness of the inquiry.
"Do you shave?" he repeated.
"I... I... shave my underarms and legs, Sir," she said.
"And what about your pussy? How do you keep your pussy hair?" he asked.
Charlene blushed a deep red at this new question. "I keep it trimmed down there, but not shaved," she said looking down at her fidgeting hands.
"I see. Would you mind showing me what you mean by trimmed?" he asked. Blushing again, she pulled the crotch of her panties aside, displaying her damp pussy with the closely cropped patch of chestnut hair.
"Very pretty. Now, if you got the job, how would you feel about shaving 'down there'? I prefer a nice smooth woman... I think it is extremely sexy and I find that a woman who feels sexy makes a better employee," he said.
"I can shave completely, if you like Sir," she said.
"Good. While we are speaking about your appearance, would you mind getting undressed and let's have a look at what exactly I am hiring here. I'm not in the habit of buying things sight unseen, you know? Nor do I commonly hire without a thorough interview of the prospective applicant," he said.
"Of course not, Sir," she replied, giggling softly. Not only was Anthony Wiseman strikingly handsome, he also had a strong, powerful presence - the kind that made a woman weak in the knees! As fast as she could, she complied with his request, shedding her clothes and laying them on the leather couch that sat against the wall of his office. Charlene liked doing what he told her, following his orders, and it felt so naughty and so sexy exposing herself for his viewing pleasure!
Her heart started to beat faster as she began to get aroused performing for him, naked save her heels and stockings, showing her body off to this man who she had only met minutes ago. Then he slowly got up from his chair and approached her. Once again Charlene drank in the sight of his well-proportioned gorgeous body. Her head spun as he got closer and she once again inhaled his musky scent. This man had completely captivated her!
He raised his big hands, moving them towards her breasts. "Do you mind?" he said.
As if he had to ask! "Please, Sir, feel free to test me anyway you like," she said quickly. A shudder ran through her body, as his he cupped her bountiful breasts and dug his strong fingers into the milky flesh. His hands felt incredible on her soft breasts, and she couldn’t hold back a moan. Charlene was clearly aroused at his pawing and attention and she wasn't afraid to let him know it either.
Letting go of her breasts after a minute or so, he took one step back to admire them. Charlene pulled her shoulders back as far as she could, jutting her breasts out further and hoping he would find them acceptable.
"You’ve got some very impressive tits," he commented, "That is good - I like a woman who has a nice curvy figure."
She breathed a sigh of relief that he liked them. "Thank you, Sir. I am glad that you like them," she said, blushing a little.
He stood there in front of her thinking for a moment. "Although… I do think your nipples could be somewhat harder. It seems a shame that being blessed with such nice tits as you have that your nipples aren't standing more proudly and adding to their magnificence. If you really want to be as obedient as you tell me, you should look for your nipples to always be nice and erect for me," he stated firmly. His remark hit her like a slap in the face and her heart sank. Charlene dropped her head shamefully. She hated her damn nipples for being so disobedient, so she quickly began pinching and pulling on them, urging them to swell and grow until they looked like they were supposed to. Like he wanted them to. His beautiful smile returned to his face as he watched her trying to please him. "Now that’s better. That’s exactly how I like your tits to look, if I decide to hire you."
"Sir, I promise you, that my nipples will always be hard for you," she said, hoping she hadn't displeased him too much and blown her opportunity.
"Now that’s the attitude I like to see," he said.
"Mr. Wiseman, I do want very much to work for you. What else can I do to show you I can be an obedient employee and convince you of my qualities?" she asked him anxiously. Charlene really wanted this job. She needed to find work, and she wanted to work for him more than anything now.
He stepped back and sat down in his chair again. Loosening his tie, he paused for a moment. "Show me more. Pose some more for me." he said.
"I’ll be more than happy to, Sir," she answered. Charlene's body was on aflame with desire as she began to move and sway, turning this way and that as she tried displaying herself to him to best advantage. Obeying him made her feel so incredible. She could feel her pussy tingle and her breath started coming in short pants as she stood there, naked, my arms raised, while my hands gripped the highest shelf on his huge wall bookcase, sensuously stretching her curvy body for him. Looking down at her tits, Charlene was relieved to find her nipples still nice and hard for him. She turned around to show him her tight heart-shaped ass. Stepping backwards a bit, she arched her back so it really stuck out. Looking back over her shoulder, she was happy to see him rubbing his crotch. She smiled, seeing that his hand was wrapped around a very respectable bulge in his trousers.
Charlene's mouth went dry when she saw him grabbing his cock and licked her lips unconsciously. Feeling bold, she decided to go for broke. She walked over to the desk next to his chair and sat down on top of it. Swinging one leg high into the air, she slowly moved so she was directly in front of him and straddling his chair. She laid back on the desk with her naked pussy open in front of him, legs wide spread and her high heels planted on the arms of his chair. She scooted forward until her ass was on the edge of the desktop.
He was rubbing his crotch harder now, while she pulled her pussy lips apart to show him her pink hole. Charlene was sure he could see how wet she was. And she was very wet. She could tell because as she moved she heard the soft squishing sound of her pussy rubbing against itself. She could feel her moisture as it dampened her thighs and she knew the roaring fire inside her. When she heard him groan, she began to rub her pussy and clit.
"Your cunt looks pretty hot from here," he commented, "What would you say? Is it a tight fit?"
To show him, she put three fingers into her dripping cunt and clenched her muscles as hard as she could around them, before she pulled them slowly out with an audible plop. "This cunt hasn’t been used for several years, Sir," she said in a low lusty tone, "Yes, it is very tight and very hot."
"It’s a naughty little snatch, all slippery and wet, isn’t it?" he asked, while he rubbed his crotch feverishly.
"Only for you, Sir. You are making me soo wet and slippery..." she said slipping her fingers back inside again.
He grinned. "Good answer."
Then Mr. Wiseman reached for the intercom on his desk and pushed a button on the device. "Amy, be a dear and bring that sweet little ass in here."
"Yes, Sir! Right away, Sir," came the answer out of the speakers.
"I wish you to meet…" He stopped in mid-sentence, his otherwise kind and handsome face now had an alarming scowl on it. His eyes which were once soft and gentle, now took on an angry glow. "Why are you covering yourself, Charlene? If I had wanted you to cover up, I would have told you. Now put those arms back down and stop all this foolishness."
"I’m sorry, Sir." Instinctively, she had crossed one arm over her tits when she had heard that someone was about to come in. Now she mentally kicked herself for doing so. Hopefully she hadn’t ruined her chances with her prudish modesty. She quickly resumed rubbing her cunt. When the door opened, her jaw dropped. In walked a woman that could be best described as a blonde dream of sex on legs.
She was wearing a strapless, front-zipper red minidress that ended just below her crotch, combined with a pair of red thigh-top sheer stockings and at least six inch red high heel pumps. The dress had cutouts on both sides that were large enough it would show if she were wearing a bra or panties (and she was not wearing either!) and the front zipper ran top to bottom, making the dress very easy to get out of. Her face wore heavy night club type make-up, with heavy eye shadow and deep red lipstick to accentuate her pouty lips and sparkling blue eyes. Her hair was platinum blonde and put into a loose, mid-back length ponytail. "Amy, my little slut," Mr. Wiseman spoke to her, "I want you to meet your new colleague, Charlene."
"Did he just say... new colleague? Did that mean I had the job?" the thought flashed through her mind. Before she was able to react though, Amy had come over, stretching out her hand.
"Hello Charlene, I’m Amy." she said, smiling warmly. "Nice to meet you and welcome aboard!" Then she turned to Mr. Wiseman. "You were right, Sir, she is a hot little slut!"
Charlene was so completely dumbfounded that she had even stopped fingering her cunt. But Amy didn't miss a beat, taking her hand and raising it to her mouth, to lick Charlene's pussy juices from her fingers.
"Mmmm, she tastes sweet! Oh, I am going to love working with her Sir," she said, before sucking the stunned woman's fingers into her mouth.
"D-Does that mean… I-I have the job, Sir?" Charlene asked Mr. Wiseman, still not believing her luck. "Of course you do," he answered with a smile. "How could any man not want to have such a hot little slut working for him?"
Charlene was so overwhelmed, she nearly burst into tears. "Oh thank you, Mr. Wiseman, thank you so much! I promise, I will be the best slut for you, Sir," she said.
"I know you will, my eager little slut," he said smiling. Charlene was so happy she didn't know what to do. She wanted to kiss him and hug him to thank him for allowing her to serve him. But she also didn't want to start out her new job by assuming too much. She just sat on the desktop trembling in excitement and lustful need.
Mr. Wiseman knew what she was feeling. He was well aware of the turmoil of emotions churning inside his new acquisition and intended to take advantage of her desires.
"Why don’t the both of you get up on my desk and get acquainted a little, while I tell you about your duties, Charlene?" Amy climbed up on the desk next to Charlene and within seconds they were wrapped in each others arms, kissing and caressing each other. Charlene unzipped Amy’s dress as fast as she could, to find that the woman was wearing nothing underneath. What a hot little slut she was!
Amy's body was perfect, not quite as tall as Charlene, but every bit as curvy and buxom. With her pale skin and long blonde hair, Amy was smoking hot! Soon the two beauties were making out hot and heavy, testing the firmness of their tits and asses, rubbing and fingering their wet, slick cunts and tasting each other’s juices. Between her new lover's moans and her fingers probing her own depths, Charlene was so hot, it was hard for her to concentrate on what Mr. Wiseman was saying.
"Maybe I should start with a few basic information about myself. To start with, I have been gifted with the power of persuasion. This is more than just a knack for being able to sweet talk someone into doing what I ask them to do... it is almost to the point of mind control. While I don't hypnotize or use mind-altering drugs or things as radical as that, I can persuade people to do things for me that they may otherwise not ever consider. You haven’t been aware of it, but since our first conversation on the phone, I have been working to mold your mind to my will. You apparently liked my voice from the first moment you heard it. That was all I needed. My voice is the main instrument I use for changing people to my liking.
This, and knowing how people's minds work. I use the power of suggestion, as well as some other common psychological tricks to manipulate you into agreeing with my wishes. My power of persuasion does have one limitation, however. I can only persuade you to do that which you secretly want to do anyway. If it isn't in you to do something, even if you aren't aware of it yourself, then I can't persuade you to do it. You wanted to work for me from the day you first contacted me. And the more you found out about me and this job, the more you wanted it. So you were pretty easy to mold. You are a true slut, even if you didn't know it until now.
My power has proved to be quite successful in both my personal life as well as my professional life. I am a wealthy man today. In my occupation as a financial consultant, I only have 15 of my best, and most influential clients left which I keep, so I have plenty of time to enjoy life," he explained. "This, plus the investments and assets which I have accumulated, keep me in a very comfortable lifestyle and allow me the freedom to explore my other interests."
As he spoke, Charlene was busy feasting on Amy's full firm tit and chewing on her thick, stiff nipples. She moaned into one of Amy’s tits suddenly, when Amy's agile fingers reached her clit. She had never considered herself a lesbian or even had lesbian fantasies, but it was obvious that she was enjoying this blonde’s ministrations. She stuffed the top of her ripe tit into her mouth, nibbling at her erect nipple and was rewarded with a happy squeal.
"I know that you think of me as some sort of an Adonis. You couldn’t keep your eyes off me, could you, you little minx?"
Of course she couldn’t, he was the most attractive man she had ever seen. She couldn’t understand why such a beefy guy should have any problems with women.
"But it wasn't always this way. In fact, as a teenager, I was skinny and quite a geeky glasses-wearing nobody, so I never had much luck with women. But it was as that geek, I began to find and develop my persuasive powers. Then I befriended a man who helped me develop my body even as I was developing my mind. It took a lot of work on both fronts, but before long I started getting acquainted with the fairer sex and that was when I found that I could use my blossoming skills to my benefit.
"Amy here has been my slut for about two years now, and I have used her in many ways. She thinks of herself as being my property and feels as if I own her - a feeling which I share. And it works for us very well. She is an obedient and valuable asset and pleases me very much," he said.
"Thank you, Sir. I am happy that I please you," Amy said, blushing and smiling.
"But as much as this little slut pleases me, I wanted some variety," he continued, "I also have found a need to have another slut on hand as well. And when I look at your curvy body, I know you will bring me as much pleasure as Amy does. So tell me, slut, what size are those impressive tits of yours?" he asked.
Charlene unlocked her mouth from Amy’s cunt to answer him. "38DD, Sir." She shook them a little to emphasize their natural swing.
"Well that should be enough for a good tit-fuck, I would think. Do you like your tits fucked? Do you like the feel of a hard cock between those huge tits... like a dirty little slut?" he asked.
"I never let a man fuck my tits because it’s so degrading, Sir, but I would love you to do anything with them you’d like."
He grinned. "I’m sure you do. Speaking of degrading, it doesn’t bother you, if I call you a dirty little slut?"
"Not in the slightest, Sir. You can call me all sorts of names."
"Whore?"
"Of course."
"Tramp?"
"Yes."
"Cunt or Tits?"
"Sounds perfect."
"And it’s all right with you being called names like this?"
"If you wish to call me dirty names or degrade me, then it is perfectly fine with me."
"I think you even enjoy it, don’t you my horny little fucktoy?"
"Oh god yes", she moaned, while a wave of erotic sensation ran through her body. It amazed her, how well he knew her and knew just what to say and do to keep her crazed with lust. She really admired him at how completely he controlled her.
"Very good then," he said, as he undid his zipper, revealing his already hard and erect cock. Charlene's jaw dropped. This was the biggest cock she had ever seen. It had to be at least seven inches long and about an inch and a half wide. She couldn’t keep from staring at it. "I see you like my cock." Like it? She LOVED it! She only wondered how such a massive cock would fit into her tiny cunt. But then, she knew he would find a way to drive it in. And she couldn't wait till he stretched her neglected pussy with that beast of a cock!
"Well, it’s not for you today," he said. "Amy," he spoke to the blonde, who up to now had been consistently lapping at Charlene's dripping snatch, "Come over here... I am going to fuck you while your new colleague watches. I want you to tell Charlene here just what you are feeling, how good my cock feels inside you, and how much you love being fucked by me. I want you to be explicit as always and I want you to tell her everything she is missing out on so she can see how wonderful it will be for her when she is ready, understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Now Charlene, my little slut, you sit right there and keep those legs spread for me. I want to see that pretty pussy. Feel free to play with yourself if you wish, but do not cum - do you understand me? If you cum you will be punished. I want you to listen to what Amy here is telling you and watch as I fuck this little whore silly."
"Yes, Sir." Charlene said, getting into position. She sat at the far edge of his immense desk with her legs spread wide and her feet hanging off the edges. Meanwhile, Tony had moved Amy around to where she was bent over the edge of the desk facing Charlene, with her legs spread wide, her feet on the floor and her weight resting on her forearms so her tits hung free and available to him.
He came up behind Amy and knelt down. Placing his hands on her ass cheeks, he rubbed them a bit before pulling them apart to reveal her wet pink pussy. With little ceremony, he leaned in and took a long slow lick at the juices that glistened on her swollen pussy lips, and brought out a low moan from the girl as well.
"Ohhhh goddd..." she moaned, as she closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling.
Spurned on by her sweet taste and her moans, Tony dived into her pussy eagerly, licking and lapping and poking his tongue as deep into her velvety warmth as he could get it. Amy began moaning and wriggling and squirming under the sudden onslaught gasping as he varied his technique to keep her moving ever closer to cumming.
"Oh god, Sir... yes... ohhh yesss! Right there! Oh fuck... ohhhh, that feels so goood..." she moaned as he ate her from behind. Amy laid her head down on the desk and her hands reached out searching for something to hang onto. She clawed at the desktop until she found the edge of the desk and was able to grip it tightly.
Tony enjoyed the taste of Amy's pussy and he knew she was enjoying giving her wet juicy box to him. But Tony wanted to see his new girl squirm and so he raised the stakes with Amy, knowing her moans and whimpers would be just the thing to drive Charlene to her brink.
He slipped two fingers into Amy's slippery cunt as his tongue continued lapping and licking at her With the other hand placed on top of her ass, he let his thumb fall over her tight, puckered asshole. He knew that she was fond of any kind of anal play and teasing her like this was sure to cause her to become more vocal and that in turn would get Charlene hotter still.
"Ohmygod! Oh Sir! Yes! Please fuck my ass with your fingers! Oh Charlene, this is... ohhhhh fuck!" Amy moaned loudly.
Charlene watched Amy as he ate her pussy and teased her with his fingers. She wished it was her on the desk being feasted on and she could feel her need building. She began fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit as she watched Amy's torment. Charlene had been horny since the interview had started. Stripping and performing for him made it worse. And now with the introduction of Amy and watching her get eaten and teased... well she didn't know how much more of this she could take! He had told her not to cum but it was hard... she needed to cum sooo badly!
Suddenly Tony pulled his fingers away from Amy and stood up. He unfastened and dropped his trousers quickly and stood behind her, his hard, throbbing cock in his hand. He moved closer to her and with his free hand he grabbed her hair and hauled her head back.
"Now cunt, I am going to shove this cock into your tight wet hole and fuck you, you want that don't you? You want my cock buried deep in your slutty cunt, don't you?" he growled.
"Yes, Sir! Oh god please..." Amy whimpered.
He placed the head of his huge cock at her entrance. Then he grabbed her by the throat holding her head up with his hands and eased his way slowly into her slick tunnel.
"Ohhhhhhhgoddddddd" she moaned as he slid into her. Charlene watched her face as Amy 's eyes widened and she gripped the desk tightly. Deeper and deeper he slid into the blonde as she began panting and whimpering, feeling her cunt stretching to accomodate his enormous member. He pushed into her until he felt his balls against her ass. He paused there for a moment to let her feel him fully inside her.
"Ohhh Charlene... I'm so full... he feels soo... fucking good in my tight cunt!" she panted.
Then he began pumping in and out of her - slowly for the first few times, but very quickly he increased his rhythm and power. He slammed into Amy so hard he forced her against the desk, almost knocking the wind out of her with every powerful thurst. Amy held on as best she could but it wasn't enough. His savagery and animal brutality made her reach forward and she clasped hands with her new slut sister.
"Sir please... please may I come? Please... I need to cum, Sir!" Amy cried.
"Well since you are performing for our new hire here, perhaps you should ask her if you can come. Beg our new slut and convince her to let you cum, whore!" he hissed in her ear.
"Ohhh please, Charlene! Please can I cum, Oh, I need to cum soo much! Please, please may I cum for you!"
Charlene looked up at her new boss for guidance. He smiled and nodded slightly.
"Yes, Amy, you can cum."
That was all she needed to hear. "Ohmygodddd... I'mmm cuuuuminngggg!" Amy screamed as her floodgates opened. Amy poured her juices out around his cock and they ran down her legs as she trembled and shook from the force of her orgasm. Finally she collapsed, panting and sweaty on the desktop completely exhausted. However her job wasn't finished quite yet and she didn't get any respite before he grabbed her blonde ponytail and pulled her by the hair off his desk and onto the floor.
You aren't done yet, whore... you forgot something." he said. She weakly got to her knees knowing what she had yet to do. She opened her mouth and he shoved his cock deep down her throat, making her gag at first. He stared down hard at her. "You know better than that slut! Now suck that cock right or pay the price!" he said angrily. She opened her mouth again, and this time she took him down her throat and began deep-throating him. He thrust in and out of her, holding himself deep down her throat for a few secods each time until she tapped his leg needing air. A trail of saliva formed between his cock and her mouth and he wiped his cock across her face, smearing it all across her face.
Charlene somewhat felt jealous, watching Amy sucking that huge cock. She could feel her own cunt getting wetter and wetter, while she watched Amy performing for him, until she could feel her pussy juices running down the inside of her legs. "I see you’re really into this," he commented on her soaked pussy. He had his hands in Amy’s blonde mane, controlling the movements of her head, that was bobbing up and down on his crotch at a furious speed. Charlene wondered what it felt like, to have her mouth fucked raw like that. She hoped she would find out soon. "Yes, Sir. It makes me feel so horny."
"Of course it does. You are just a depraved, cum crazy slut-whore." he said. I whimpered at his abuse, my juices spilling right out of my wet snatch. Charlene loved to be degraded and humiliated at his words made her pussy twitch. How did he know this?
"Yes, Sir..." she groaned, feeling her orgasm screaming to get out. She needed to cum so bad, but she knew that she wasn't allowed to cum without permission.
"Sir?" she asked.
"Yes, slut."
"Please... can you... can you make me come?" she asked, unsure if she should be.
He smiled at her. "Ahh, you catch on quickly. That's good. Indeed, I very well COULD make you come. And judging by your current state, quite easily too. But you will have to ask me nicely."
"Please, Sir, please let your slut cum like the dirty whore I am. Please let me cum for your pleasure. Thank you for making me your slutty fucktoy, and I want to show my devotion, by coming as your depraved slut. I promise, my dripping snatch will cum only for you, Sir," Charlene whimpered. She was getting hotter with each self-abuse, nearly going insane with her need to come.
"So you wish to cum, do you? Well, thanks to this blonde whore and her excellent cocksucking skills, I am about to cum myself. So we will all cum together... NOW!" he commanded.
Charlene's floodgates opened and she came in a screaming, earth-shattering orgasm. Her body writhed and shuddered and wave after crashing waves pounded her. She had never cum so hard in her life, even with her husband Phillip. Mr. Wiseman had reached a part of Charlene that even she didn't know was there and now he owned her. She collapsed there on his desk, her pussy pouring out her juices as her body convulsed in orgasmic release. Through her lust-clouded fog she saw Amy’s body shake and shiver, as she was struggling through her own explosive orgasm.
Mr. Wiseman held Amy's face pushed deep in his crotch, and Charlene watched fascinated, as he shot all of his seed down her throat. Amy swallowed it all too, not allowing a single drop to escape her mouth which seemed to be glued to his cock. It took Charlene nearly two full minutes to regain her composure and calm herself down to the point where she could stand up again. She slowly raised herself from the intense orgasm to see Amy kneeling on the floor in front of him, sitting on her heels with widespread legs, her hands behind her head, and her tits thrust out. She looked so lovely in her submissive posture.
"Ms. Duncan," he addressed her, "Now that you have learned a little about what your duties will entail, are you still interested in the job?"
Was he kidding - I wanted this job more than anything! "Of course, I am, Sir. I really, really want this job. And I promise, I’ll be such a good employee. And I am willing to learn…"
He smiled. "That’s good, because I want my staff to be very willing. Well then, I suggest you start tomorrow. Amy here will be happy to go over some of the other things you will need to know about the company."
The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over sixteen (16) years of age.
Sherry
- 14.03.2021
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