I was interviewing for a high-level executive job with the president of the company, who happens to be a woman when I first met you as you greeted me on my way to the interview, an adorable 20-something, curvy, cute, with a plump tushy and a touch top-heavy, quite bubbly but still very professional.
The president is an attractive, tallish, slim older woman -- in her early 50s. The interview is going well. About halfway through the interview, the president leans across the desk and tells me that they've been interviewing for the position for a couple of months and haven't even called someone in for a second interview but she's tempted to offer me the job right then and there, but she'll need to see me perform.
I was shocked by this request, but she insists and asks me to take off my clothes, as she remains seated at her desk. I was hard as a rock and sticking up in the air. She asks me to turn around so she can get a complete look. She then leans forward and uses the telephone to call you into her office. Now I'm really shocked, but you weren't as you enter the office.
You look at me erection and then back up my flat stomach and chiseled chest, and turn to your boss and ask, "Are you ready to make him an offer?
"Almost, but you know that he has to perform first."
You nod and turn around to let your boss unzip your black skirt. It falls down around your ankles, revealing your garter belt, black stockings, and lacey panties. Your thighs are slightly plump and I can see where the tops of your stockings melt into your milky white thighs. You jump up on the end of your boss' desk and start to unbutton your cream-colored silk blouse. You take off your blouse and your boss unsnaps your lavender bra. As you slip out of your bra straps, your full beauty is revealed: gorgeous, plump tits, still very firm with large aerolae but surprisingly small nipples.
"Lie back, Jessica," says your boss, and as you obey, she slips off your black panties. You lock the tips of her stiletto heels into the outer ridge of the desk and open your legs.
"Show me what you can do," the president tells me. I approach you and bend over to kiss your pert nipples. I then move a little closer to get my cock inside of you, but you close your thighs and your boss steadies me by my shoulders.
"Not yet. First with your tongue." I'm not upset at all by this and wish I had thought of this first. I hope I haven't blown the interview by going too fast with you. You just giggle. I decide to make up for it by totally devouring your pussy, which isn't bald, but tightly trimmed. My tongue dances around the edges of your pussy lips, occasionally darting into your increasingly juicy center. Now I settle down to a regular, slow, deep lapping of your twat, starting by the entrance of your pussy, working through your lips and ending with a deep kiss of your clit.
I can feel your thighs tighten around my head. I can hear your breathing becoming deeper and faster. Your boss asks you, "Is he good?" and you are just barely able to whisper your answer, "yes" as you start to moan and groan.