"Ashlyn! You're just the woman I wanted to see, please come in."
The slender girl paused for a moment in the entry-way into the penthouse apartment, the sheer size and luxury of the place stunning her. Mr. Goodsmith certainly had money, he could certainly impress.
He was just as impressed himself by her low-cut black dress, hanging off both shoulders and dangling like an afterthought from the tip of her breasts. Ahlyn's blond hair was primped into a bushel of tight curls and wrapped up on top of her head like a 1940's pinup girl. The dress ended abruptly an inch below the soft curve of her bottom and her slim, taught calves were accented by the three-inch black leather high heals that caused her to stand taller and to straighten her back, emphasizing her already emphasized breasts without trying.
"Why don't you make yourself a drink? I'm still tending to dinner. Duck Burgundy."
She had already made herself a few drinks at her apartment to ease her nerves. Her first day working for Mr. Goodsmith was like nothing she had experienced before and she had been nervous about having a private dinner with her boss that very night. It seemed that she had worried herself over nothing, however; Mr. Goodsmith looked like he had already had a few drinks himself, he was relaxed and jovial and had dropped the formality of Ashlyn's last name as soon as he saw her.
She went over to the bar inset in the wall and made herself a gin and ginger ale. He watched her skirt rise slightly as she leaned over the low bar, the crease under her buttocks sliding into view for a split second.
"Mr. Goodsmith, I wanted to thank you for inviting me over for dinner," Ashlyn said after she sipped her drink. She had made it strong. "This whole thing, this job...its not what I expected at all." She walked back towards him, in the adjoining kitchen.
"Is it still a position you're comfortable with?"
"Yes. Very."
"Then there will be plenty of time to thank me later."
"Plenty of time to find out what other positions I'm comfortable with, as well."
She stood in front of him, her breath slipping through her red lips in a sultry promise. Ahlyn set her drink on the counter and took Mr. Goodsmith's silk tie in her hands, pulling him towards her. She lifted herself up and sat on the counter, gasping as the cold of the marble touched her thighs, her skirt hiking up, exposing lacy black panties. She wrapped her bare legs around him and their mouths meshed in a powerful, lustful kiss.
His hands ran over her shoulders, dropping the straps of the dress into the crooks of her elbows, revealing the top of her bosom and the edge of her bra. Ashlyn hooked her legs together, high heels clicking against each other, and they pressed their bodies into one another. She could feel his penis hardening, straining against the fabric of his pants and her panties. She slid a hand down and stroked his cock, moaning as she did so. His tongue slid into her wet mouth and their bodies moved rhythmically.
He kissed her neck, and her shoulders, and the top of her heaving tits and pulled the dress and the bra down and kissed her hard, pink nipples. He sucked on them and flicked them with his tongue as she ran her fingers through his hair and wrapped her legs tighter around him. He laid her down on the counter and slid the dress under her ass and off, letting it drop to the hardwood floor. Her bra was still on but pulled down, her panties already wet and her high heels pointing to the ceiling.
He trailed his tongue down between the cleavage of her tits, across her flat, quivering stomach, and traced the edge of her panties with it, enjoying how her breathing quickened and the way her back arched. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and licked the inside of her thighs. Ashlyn closed her eyes and moaned softly. He kissed her wet pussy through the thin panties and her knees tightened.
Using one hand to brace her ass, he pulled her panties to one side and relished in the sight of her shaven, glistening vagina. He blew cold air over it and Ashlyn's whole body went rigid with excitement and she squeaked out "Ah! Yes!"
He wrapped his mouth over her pussy and slowly dragged his tongue up and down, her sweet taste and tiny squeals of ecstasy fueling his passion. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, her legs and hands pulling his head closer to her.
She closed her eyes and focused on the raw sexual energy eminating from between her legs. She came, whimpering, staring up into the reflective ceiling of the kitchen, watching her tits bounce as her boss ate her out better than she had ever been eaten out before.
Even after her legs went limp, Mr. Goodsmith was still gently licking the soft folds of her pussy, each touch sending shivers up her spine. She had to pull his head up and away from her, it was too much at once. Her heavy breathing rocked her tits back and forth until she sat up.
"Your turn."
Ashlyn slid off the counter and went to him, unclasping her bra and letting it fall as she did so. Her nipples were hard and she pressed her tits against him as she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. She took off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt when he said, "I can always get a new one". She looked up with a smile and with both hands ripped the shirt apart sending buttons scattering around the kitchen. She kissed his chest, bit it, flicked her tongue over his left nipple and slid down to her knees on the floor in front of him. She undid his black leather belt and pulled it from the loops. She snapped it against the counter with a loud pop. "We'll save this for later". She unbuttoned his pants and let them fall around his ankles. She smiled as she saw his thick cock pressed tight against his underwear, aching to be let free. She grabbed her left tit with her right hand and slid her left hand into her panties, pouting a little and teasing his cock, barely touching it with her puckered lips. She teased him and played with her clit for a moment then took hold of his underwear and pulled them off of him.
His dick bounced up and gently slapped her cheek, causing her to gasp then smile. "You're so hard for me. This is all mine right now."
She took his erect penis in her hand and guided it towards her mouth. She rubbed it against her lips and across her cheek, blowing hot air on it. She slapped it playfully against her tongue and could feel a thin trail of pre-cum from his tip. She lifted it and kissed along the underside of the shaft to his balls and gently lapped at them with her tongue. He moaned and slid his fingers into the tight curls of her hair. She slid her tongue up along the shaft and just as it reached the head she slid the whole thing deep into her mouth toward the back of her throat. Mr. Goodsmith moaned louder and tightened his grip on her hair. This was the second time today he was surprised with the force and power her full lips wrapped themselves around his penis.
