Some of you may remember a story I posted a few months ago called Career Advice for Cameron. To sum it up, a few of my employees and I attended an out of town conference. The night before we returned home, I received a visit in my hotel room from Cameron, an extremely attractive young lady who was seeking advice on how to advance her career. With a combination of coaxing, reassuring, and maybe a touch of compulsion, the evening ended with Cameron on her knees, her pretty lips wrapped around my cock, and her mouth full of cum, which she swallowed every drop of. She also got the promotion she'd been seeking. However, after that evening, Cameron and I had no other sexual contact, not that I didn't think of asking.
Unfortunately, a couple weeks ago she informed me that she had been offered a better paying job at another company and would be leaving us on the following Friday. I congratulated her on her good fortune and reminded her that I had always said she would be successful.
On Thursday, the day before her last day, she stopped me in the hallway and asked if she could schedule an appointment with me on Friday afternoon. "I just want to give you my thoughts on my time here. You know, sort of an exit interview," she explained.
"Sure," I replied, "I'd love to hear what you have to say. How about stopping by at around 4?"
"Perfect," she said, "I'll be there." She turned and walked away and I headed back to my office, too preoccupied with putting the finishing touches on a just concluded contract to even think of what was behind her seemingly innocent request.
At the appointed time, I heard a light knock on my halfway open office door. "Come on in," I responded.
She pushed the door the rest of the way open and walked into the office. She was wearing a black skirt cut just above the knees, open-toe shoes, and a blouse that really showed off her cleavage; the buttons looking like they would pop at any time as they fought to contain her lovely rack. Her hair was down, framing her pretty face. And, my God, did she smell delicious! My stomach fluttered when I saw her and my cock began to tingle, remembering how good it felt to have this hot little number sucking on me.
"Thanks a lot for taking the time to meet with me," she said. "I know you're really busy."
"It's no problem at all." I replied. "Please, close the door and make yourself comfortable."
She sat down on the couch and we began to talk about her time with the company. She gave me some positives and negatives and even some suggestions on how to improve on our processes. She had clearly done her homework and I was genuinely impressed. The conversation began to wind down after about twenty minutes and she stood up to leave.
"Cameron, I have to say, I'm really impressed with you and I appreciate your candor in telling me about your experience here. Please stay in contact and don't hesitate to ask if there's anything I can help you with," I said.
"Well, before I go, there is one thing," she said, walking over to where I sat behind my desk.
"Sure, how can I help?"
She leaned down and put her mouth next to my ear, "you can fuck me," she whispered.
My jaw must have hit the floor. "What?" I asked in stunned disbelief.
"You can fuck me. Treat me like a slut," she clarified.
"What brought this on?" I asked, still in amazement.
"It's nothing new," she said. "Look, when I came to your hotel room that night, I expected, I mean wanted, you to fuck me. I thought all men dreamed of having a fling with a coworker or stranger in a hotel room. You know, uninhibited no strings sex. I wanted to feel your cock inside me so badly, and when all you seemed to want was for me to suck on you, well, I was disappointed. I thought maybe you didn't think I was hot enough or something like that. So, I decided to give it one more try. I remembered what you had told me before, if you want something you need to be aggressive and go after it, you know, demonstrate your seriousness. And that's exactly what I'm doing." She took a deep breath and blushed slightly.
I couldn't help but smile, those words about taking the initiative and going after what you wanted had come straight from my mouth.
"You certainly caught me off guard," I finally said. "I had no idea you were interested in anything more, especially after how sad you seemed to be after our hotel encounter."
"Don't get me wrong," she said, "I don't want any kind of relationship with you. My boyfriend is a great guy whom I love very much, but there are certain things he won't do. He wants to turn every time we make love into some big romantic moment. Even though I've explained it to him, he just doesn't get the idea that some times I want to be fucked hard, and to cum, and not to cuddle when we're done. I just basically want to know what it feels like to be treated like a slut. I think you're the perfect man to give me what I want and because I moving away and you're married, I don't have to worry about you wanting something more."
After a minute or two of thinking, I looked into her soft brown eyes and said, "I'll give you what you want."
She smiled back, walked to the door and locked it, crossed the room back to my desk and urgently whispered, "Do me now!"
I walked around the desk to where she stood, running my eyes over her toned body and breathing in her delicious scent. God she was hot! Her body screamed FUCK ME! I told her to pull up her skirt and sit on the edge of the desk. As she moved to comply, I thought to myself that I'd finally be able to confirm what kind of panties she wore, something I had often fantasized about. However, to my surprise and delight, when she pulled up her skirt, it revealed a pair of well toned thighs and a neatly trimmed pussy; no black thong or bikini briefs.
"See," she said as she made herself comfortable on the edge of the desk, "I come prepared."
"Yes you certainly do," I said licking my lips. I moved in front of her, put a hand on each of her knees, and gently spread her legs. I knelt down and put my head between her thighs and took a deep breath.
