I'm a 35 year old married man. I own a medium sized manufacturing company with about 75 employees. I've never used my position as the owner of the company to extract any kind of sexual favours from an employee, until now.
On a Friday afternoon in May, one of my file clerks came to my office and said that she had to quit her job. Her husband was relocating to another city and it was a good move for their family. It was late in the day so I decided not to worry about it until Monday.
Over the weekend I pondered the situation and decided that on Monday I would post the job on the company bulletin board and try to fill the vacancy from within.
On Monday I posted the job in the morning and waited to see if anyone responded. During the day a few people left résumés with my secretary which I was planning on taking home that evening.
I was working late that night in order to try and get caught up on some office paperwork when I heard the buzzer at the front door to the plant. I figured that the cleaners must have forgotten their key so I went to the door to let them in. When I opened the door I was greeted by one of my warehouse workers, Angie.
Angie was only 19 years old. She had been working for me ever since she dropped out of school when she was 16. Angie was about 5'6" in height with a slight build and a beautiful ass. She had shoulder length brown hair and she wore glasses. Some people might have seen her as mousy, however I had often thought she was concealing a bit of a wild child underneath her demure exterior. She got married when she was 18 and I suppose getting pregnant would be next.
"Good evening sir," she said in a shy voice. "I wondered if I could speak to you for a few minutes about the job you posted today."
"No problem, Angie. Come on in!" I responded with intrigue. "How did you know I would be here?"
"I took a chance that you might be working late. I was hoping you would be going over the résumés of the people who are interested in the job," she replied. "I know that I don't have any experience with office work," she continued, "but I know the job doesn't require a great deal of skill and I thought it might be a way for me to move up in the company."
Angie was wearing a tight fitting tube style dress that hugged to her every curve. As she was speaking to me I couldn't help but get distracted by thoughts of ravishing her right then and there on my desk. The material of her dress was so thin that I could clearly see her erect nipples and I could make out the panty line of her skimpy thong. Perhaps I could use this job vacancy to my advantage.
"If I do this for you, Angie, what's in it for me," I asked.
"You'll get a hard working, conscientious employee," she responded.
"Actually that's what the company gets," I pointed out, "But what do I get personally. There are several people interested in this job. Why should I give it to you."
"What do you want," Angie said in a puzzled tone.
"Can't you think of any skills you might have that you didn't indicate on your résumé? Isn't there something extra you could demonstrate that would tip the scale in your favour."
"I'm not sure I know what you mean," she said, "I think my record will show that I've always been a good worker."
"I know you're a good worker, Angie," I stated, "but aren't you good at anything else?"
"What are you suggesting, sir?" she asked.
"I'm suggesting that you get down on your knees and give me a blowjob," I demanded. "I want to see your lips wrapped around my cock as it slides in and out of your sweet looking mouth."
This was so uncharacteristic of me but I was so overcome with the potential opportunity that I couldn't help myself.
"But sir, I'm married," she pleaded.
"I know that you little minx," I said, "So am I. But that shouldn't stop us from having a little fun. I know you're a bit of a wild one. We've all heard the rumours about the tattoo you have on your tit."
"What if I just show you that," Angie begged.
"Not enough," I firmly stated. "Don't you want this job or not?" I asked.
"Of course I do," she whimpered. "If I do this you have to promise me that it stays between us," she pleaded.
"Of course it does," I stated. "Do you think I want my wife to find out."
With that she came around the side of my desk and got down on her knees. Angie was gorgeous. I again noticed how her dress clung to every curve of her supple body and her thin bra did little to hide her nipples. I couldn't believe this was actually happening.
She reached forward and started to unbuckle my pants. Her hands were shaking as she pulled down my zipper so I gave her some help. Once my pants were undone I stood up and rested my ass against the desk. She pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles and took hold of my cock.
"I still can't believe I'm doing this," she cried.
"Just think of it as part of the interview process," I casually said. "You should find some comfort in knowing that this means the job is yours."
She nodded in agreement as she wrapped her hand around my shaft. It immediately started to get rock hard. At 6 inches my cock isn't huge but it's definitely big around. Angie guided the head of my prick towards her pouting red lips. They opened up enough to let my cock slide into her mouth. It was warm and inviting as I slid over her tongue. I could feel her hot saliva envelope my cock like a blanket. I was in complete bliss.
She started to move her mouth back and forth over the length of my prick. It was slow at first as if she was resisting what she was doing but then she suddenly started to get into the whole situation. While her mouth was busy working on my prick her hand was playing with my balls. She pulled her mouth off and spat on my prick to give her hand more lubrication as she pumped my rigid pole.
