Chapter 111 Vignette 97
The lobby smelled faintly of polished wood and expensive cologne. My resume trembled slightly in my grip, though I told myself it was just nerves. I had prepared for this interview for weeks… my credentials were flawless, my experience solid. I wasn’t here to waste anyone’s time.
And just as my brain was prepared, my looks were too.
I had natural flawless skin. Genetics.
My outfit? Perfect fit, clinging to my hour glass like nothing else.
When the secretary finally ushered me into his office, I froze for just a heartbeat. He was nothing like I expected. Towering behind a sleek glass desk, sharp suit, sharp eyes, sharper presence.
His gaze swept over me once.
Slow. Deliberate. Unashamed.
It wasn’t the way most interviewers looked at a candidate; it was the way a man weighed temptation.
“Miss…?” he drawled, gesturing lazily toward the chair opposite him.
I sat, spine straight, my resume sliding across his desk. He didn’t even look at it. His eyes were still on me.
Then he shifted his attention to the resume. He flipped through the pages for minutes, nodding all the way.
My heart smiled.
I was certainly going to get this job.
I thought.
But then he lifted his head to me, face expressionless.
He asked a few questions and that was it.
Silence.
My heart pounded in my chest.
Waiting. Eager to hear the word.
But he just stared at me.
At my body.
I couldn't specify where his eyes dragged on, but he seemed so interested in my outfit.
Maybe he was running a test to know if I was physically fit for the job.
And then…
“You’re overqualified,” he said finally, his lips curling in a half-smile that made my stomach twist.
I smiled. Widely. Nearly all my teeth showing between my lips.
“Don't get too excited yet,” he cut in.
My smile faltered. Barely.
What next? What could be harder than preparing a resume that was able to impress a man like him?
“One more test,"
He stood up from his seat, the chair swivelling behind him. He sprang across the table to my side.
He walked to my back, stopping right behind me.
“One. More. Test."
My heart flinched with the intensity he said those words with.
I frowned, heat rushing to my cheeks. “I don’t understand,” I managed to speak. His closeness behind me nearly drained my entire voice.
“You will. Right now,” his voice dropped low, enough to make the air between us sizzle.
He spun my chair around and now I was facing him, my lungs almost running out of air.
“I’ll give you the job. The title, the salary, everything. But only if you’re willing to…meet my condition.”
My voice was barely a whisper, “What condition?"
His hand shifted from the chair’s armrest and landed on his trousers, fingers closing tight on his cock prints.
Big. Bulgy. Fat.
My breath caught. My hands curled tightly in my lap. This was not the kind of test I had studied for.
He didn't say anything.
Just looked at me. At my facial expression.
He let his words linger.
Let it sink deep into my soul.
So deep I couldn't think well.
I didn't even move my body. Not even my eyes.
It stayed trapped in the sight of that fat thing inside his trousers.
“So…?”
“You're my boss. I can't…”
“Not yet,” he cut in, "I'm not your boss until you pass this final test."
My heart paused.
He continued, “You'll be my personal assistant. Most of your time at work would be spent sorting stuff here. And during your work time, your cunt will receive my cock. It's one of the duties of every one of my personal assistants.” He said “I need to be sure your pussy is tight and watery enough to take my monster whenever I want it to,”
Fuck I couldn't breath anymore. Literally.
His words…his words knocked me of every fucking breath.
I imagined it.
Imagined me working, sorting out documents on his desk, my skirt lifted to my waist, panties rolled down my legs, pussy slammed and pounded by my own boss.
Oh fuck.
My pussy leaked right there on the chair. I was scared it would stain my suit skirt.
He noticed.
The rapid flow of my breath like I was begging for breath.
I bit my lips, trying to stop my moans from escaping.
But that didn't do enough.
I breathed a gasp.
He got the cue.
Didn't need me to say I was ready before making a move.
He lifted one of his hands to my chest.
My buttons.
He undid the first one.
Then the second.
The cold air in the office touched my now exposed cleavage.
He didn't stop there.
He undid the third.
I breathed.
Then the fourth and… fuck.
My bra.
All of it.
Was exposed, my glass skin reflecting the overhead light in the ceiling above.
“Perfect boobs. Just how I like it,”
He stuck his hand inside my bra and dragged out my breasts.
I moaned.
My nipples were big, brown and hard. They looked tasty even to me.
He didn't wait. He quickly arched his knees, squatting right in front of me.
And then he gripped my boobs in his hand and shoved it inside his mouth.
My lips spread open.
I moaned, clit throbbing between my legs.
He bit on my nipples and sank his fingers into the other boob as he squeezed it.
I moaned. He pressed harder.
Bit harder.
My legs bucked to the ground.
And then he pulled back. Just enough for our eyes to meet.
My breasts were glistened with his spit as he stood up and gestured.
I stood on my feet, boobs out of my cloth. Heavy and wet.
He pushed me to his office desk.
I anchored on it, arching my back.
He lifted my shirt without wasting a breath.
I gasped.
He dragged my tight down my waist and shifted my panties to one side.
It happened so quickly. All in one breath.
I could see his image from the glass in front of us. He was loosening his belt and taking his cock out of his trousers, his movements quick and fluid like he'd practiced this before now.
Or maybe it was the exact pattern he used for every other woman that applied for this position.
And then…
What I felt?
His cock.
The tip.
Fat and thick.
He dropped it on my ass.
Heavy.
Pulsing and breathing on top me.
I moaned.
His fingers first.
He pressed it to my wet pussy lips, gliding it down to my clit.
I was wet as hell.
He licked his lips. I could fucking see everything from the mirror.
Then he held his cock and placed the tip on my entrance.
He gripped my two ass cheeks so tight I knew he'd leave a bruise.
He didn't touch his cock. Just pushed his hips forward and let it enter inside my pussy on its own.
Gosh, I moaned really loudly.
I was a screamer. My moans echoed in his office.
He started pounding my pussy with his cock, hips slamming into my ass.
This was fucking what I was going to receive more than twice in a workday.
I moaned, his cock going deeper, hitting my core continuously.
And that was it.
The rest was all cock and moans.