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By (user no longer on site) OP
7 weeks ago
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I walked into Andrea's office, my heart pounding like a drum. This was my first big interview, and I couldn't afford to screw it up. I was 21, fresh out of college, and desperate for a job that could kickstart my career. Andrea, the woman who would decide my fate, was known for being tough, but also fair. I took a deep breath and knocked on her door.
"Come in," a sultry voice called out. I entered, and my eyes were immediately drawn to her. Andrea was sitting behind her desk, her tight white blouse hugging her impressive chest, the low cut revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. Her pencil skirt accentuated her slim but curvy body, and her legs were crossed, showing off her toned calves. She looked up at me, her eyes scanning me from head to toe, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Jack, right?" she asked, her voice smooth as silk.
"Y-yes, ma'am," I stammered, feeling a flush creep up my neck.
"Relax, Jack," she said, leaning back in her chair. "I don't bite... unless you want me to." She winked, and I felt my cock twitch in my pants. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide my growing erection.
The interview started off professionally enough, but as it progressed, Andrea's questions became more personal, her gaze more intense. She leaned forward, giving me a better view of her cleavage, and I could see the faint outline of her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse.
"You're quite handsome, Jack," she purred, her eyes locked onto mine. "I bet the girls love you."
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "I-I don't know about that," I managed to say.
Andrea chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "You're nervous," she observed. "That's cute. But tell me, Jack, are you always this nervous, or is it just me?"
I hesitated, not sure how to answer. Andrea stood up, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she walked around her desk. She stood in front of me, her body mere inches from mine. I could smell her perfume, a heady mix of jasmine and something else, something musky and primal.
"Tell me, Jack," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "Do you like older women?"
I swallowed again, my heart pounding in my chest. "I... I don't know," I admitted.
Andrea chuckled again, her hand brushing against my thigh. "I think you do," she said, her fingers inching higher. "I think you like the way I look at you. The way I touch you."
I couldn't deny it. My cock was rock hard, straining against my zipper. Andrea's hand found it, her fingers tracing the outline of my erection through my pants. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily.
"See?" she purred. "I knew you liked it."
Before I could respond, Andrea dropped to her knees in front of me. Her hands fumbled with my belt, her breath hot against my crotch. I watched, mesmerized, as she unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. It stood proud and erect, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
"Fuck, Jack," Andrea breathed, her eyes wide with desire. "You're so big."
She didn't waste any time. Her lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. I groaned, my hands gripping the arms of the chair. Andrea's head bobbed up and down, her lips and tongue working their magic. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, but Andrea pulled back just in time.
"Fuck me, Jack," she demanded, standing up and hitching up her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties, and her pussy was glistening with wetness. "Fuck me like you mean it."
I didn't need to be told twice. I stood up, my cock throbbing with need. Andrea turned around, bracing herself against the desk. I positioned myself behind her, my cock pressing against her wet entrance.
"Fuck me, Jack," she repeated, her voice breathless with desire. "Fuck me hard."
I didn't hold back. I thrust into her, my cock sliding deep inside her tight pussy. Andrea gasped, her nails digging into the desk. I set a punishing pace, my hips slamming against her ass. Andrea matched me thrust for thrust, her moans filling the room.
"Fuck, Jack," she panted. "You feel so good. Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
I had no intention of stopping. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening with each thrust. Andrea's pussy clenched around my cock, her moans growing louder and louder.
"Fuck, Jack," she screamed. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come all over your cock."
Her words pushed me over the edge. I came with a groan, my cock pulsing deep inside her. Andrea's pussy clenched around me, her own orgasm washing over her. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies trembling with the aftershocks of our shared pleasure.
Andrea pulled away, turning to face me. Her eyes were bright, her lips swollen from our kisses. She smiled at me, a wicked grin that promised more to come.
"Welcome to the team, Jack," she said, her voice husky. "I think you're going to fit in just fine."
I grinned back, my cock already hardening again. I had a feeling this job was going to be a lot more interesting than I ever imagined. And as Andrea's hand wrapped around my cock, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be. |
