“Natasha, you’re so tight.” Inch by slippery inch he immersed his erection into me until his head kissed the bottom of my tunnel. His cock fit perfectly in my pussy. From the penetrating look in his eyes – he knew it too. Our faces were centimeters away from each other’s. Our hot, moist breaths fused together.
His rod poked me with small, light strokes – teasing me ridiculously. I clamped my teeth down so hard my jaws were sore. I cinched onto his back and angrily heaved him into me. He got the hint and Victor advanced his pace from a shallow push to a feverish, near vicious thrust shoving me closer to another maddening climax. He took me there once, spoiling me. “So fucking good,” he said. I cried out and he matched me with a loud grumble.
I continued to moan, but he silenced me when he stole my lips and kissed me deeply. I never knew a man who could fuck me like a whore and kiss me like a bride. I rocked against him, meeting each powerful thrust head on, panting and groaning from the concentrated gratification. The pace of his cock rifling into me built the momentum for another orgasm. I hungered for another, but I didn’t think I could take another. How could I walk out of his office afterwards? My thighs would tremble so much I would probably stumble over. My rambling thoughts vanished as Victor said, “Wrap your legs around me.”
I obeyed. I wondered if I had a choice.
My black heels made a loud plop when they hit the floor. I zig-zagged my ankles around his back, opening my pussy for him to delve deeper into my innermost recess. Each stroke punished me further, hitting spots no one ever reached. “Victor I’m going to come,” I moaned. My thighs constricted and I dug my fingernails into the back of his neck.
“Natasha, yes, come for me,” he wailed. My body surged and I gasped for air as a merciless tidal wave of white heat clamored through me. A moment later Victor’s body vaulted releasing his seed into the latex. He cried out my name over and over. I’m sure the entire building could hear us. We crumpled into each other. He exhaled. I inhaled. “Fucking amazing,” he said. His voice was throaty.
“Fucking right it was.” I said. My voice was as raspy as his. We burst into laughter. The moment was sweet, but I knew it wouldn’t last long.
“Does this mean you accept the job?” he asked, straightening his belt buckle. His voice was deadpan. It would’ve been funny as a joke, but he was serious.
“Just like that? Wow. Right down to business,” Bewilderment colored my face. I pulled my panties up and smoothed my skirt down my legs. “You’re a fucking pig.” I stormed out of his office. Thank God there was no one present in the hallway to hear me.
***
Decisions, decisions. I sat on my couch and put my face in my palms. I didn’t know what to do. Working with a man like Victor sounded enticing; him being only a few steps away from me and able to have me whenever the mood struck. What was I thinking? That would be a disaster. The multiple orgasms must’ve clouded my judgment.
When I started my job search, I told myself I didn’t care where I worked. It didn’t matter the company – if I got hired flipping burgers - I would do it. I needed a steady paycheck and I needed it fast. I guess I should have chosen my words more carefully. It didn’t dawn on me, one day I would have to eat those words.
Stellar Advertising was the only company to call me back for an interview. Victor, being the owner, put me in a bit of a pickle. I was desperate to keep the lights on in my apartment, but working for a man who I wanted nothing to do with was beyond stupid.
I pounded my fist in the leather cushion. “Argh!”
I called Brandy and told her I accepted the offer. I would start Monday.
***
I sat in the front office at Stellar Advertising waiting for my first day of work to commence. I took several sips of java, but the taste wasn’t strong enough to mask the bitter flavor of
His rod poked me with small, light strokes – teasing me ridiculously. I clamped my teeth down so hard my jaws were sore. I cinched onto his back and angrily heaved him into me. He got the hint and Victor advanced his pace from a shallow push to a feverish, near vicious thrust shoving me closer to another maddening climax. He took me there once, spoiling me. “So fucking good,” he said. I cried out and he matched me with a loud grumble.
I continued to moan, but he silenced me when he stole my lips and kissed me deeply. I never knew a man who could fuck me like a whore and kiss me like a bride. I rocked against him, meeting each powerful thrust head on, panting and groaning from the concentrated gratification. The pace of his cock rifling into me built the momentum for another orgasm. I hungered for another, but I didn’t think I could take another. How could I walk out of his office afterwards? My thighs would tremble so much I would probably stumble over. My rambling thoughts vanished as Victor said, “Wrap your legs around me.”
I obeyed. I wondered if I had a choice.
My black heels made a loud plop when they hit the floor. I zig-zagged my ankles around his back, opening my pussy for him to delve deeper into my innermost recess. Each stroke punished me further, hitting spots no one ever reached. “Victor I’m going to come,” I moaned. My thighs constricted and I dug my fingernails into the back of his neck.
“Natasha, yes, come for me,” he wailed. My body surged and I gasped for air as a merciless tidal wave of white heat clamored through me. A moment later Victor’s body vaulted releasing his seed into the latex. He cried out my name over and over. I’m sure the entire building could hear us. We crumpled into each other. He exhaled. I inhaled. “Fucking amazing,” he said. His voice was throaty.
“Fucking right it was.” I said. My voice was as raspy as his. We burst into laughter. The moment was sweet, but I knew it wouldn’t last long.
“Does this mean you accept the job?” he asked, straightening his belt buckle. His voice was deadpan. It would’ve been funny as a joke, but he was serious.
“Just like that? Wow. Right down to business,” Bewilderment colored my face. I pulled my panties up and smoothed my skirt down my legs. “You’re a fucking pig.” I stormed out of his office. Thank God there was no one present in the hallway to hear me.
***
Decisions, decisions. I sat on my couch and put my face in my palms. I didn’t know what to do. Working with a man like Victor sounded enticing; him being only a few steps away from me and able to have me whenever the mood struck. What was I thinking? That would be a disaster. The multiple orgasms must’ve clouded my judgment.
When I started my job search, I told myself I didn’t care where I worked. It didn’t matter the company – if I got hired flipping burgers - I would do it. I needed a steady paycheck and I needed it fast. I guess I should have chosen my words more carefully. It didn’t dawn on me, one day I would have to eat those words.
Stellar Advertising was the only company to call me back for an interview. Victor, being the owner, put me in a bit of a pickle. I was desperate to keep the lights on in my apartment, but working for a man who I wanted nothing to do with was beyond stupid.
I pounded my fist in the leather cushion. “Argh!”
I called Brandy and told her I accepted the offer. I would start Monday.
***
I sat in the front office at Stellar Advertising waiting for my first day of work to commence. I took several sips of java, but the taste wasn’t strong enough to mask the bitter flavor of
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