The Job Applicant

"Ms. Marion, Mr. Johnson is here to see you about the job opening." My assistant poked her head in my office door, the nice-looking young man behind her.

"Good. Bring him in, please." I stood to greet him as she escorted him into my spacious office. "Have a seat." I pointed to the chair in front of my desk.

He sat down, sitting nervously on the edge of the chair. I nodded at my assistant, who took the cue to leave the room, closing the door behind her.

I smiled at Mr. Johnson warmly, which seemed to relax him. Slightly. He smiled back at me, his nerves still evident in his smile and steel-grey eyes. His strong jawline added the masculine look to his cute, youthful face. His long, blonde hair was just begging to be tousled. He was sharply dressed in a pinstriped, charcoal gray suit, crisp white dress shirt, and bright red tie. I chuckled to myself that it might have been the first quality suit in his wardrobe. He really was quite cute.

"Please, take off your coat and tie," I instructed. "Relax."

"If you don't mind," he answered politely. He stood and took off his coat and hung it carefully over the back of the chair next to the one he had been sitting in. He was just as careful with his silk tie.

I sat at the edge of my large, executive chair, leaning forward with my arms crossed on my desk. "That's a really nice shirt. But, you really don't need that, either."

He was still smiling but his eyes conveyed his confusion. Nevertheless, he quickly unbuttoning his shirt and peeled it off. He never took his eyes away from mine.

Beneath his neatly pressed dress shirt was a simple white tee that clung tightly to his upper body. His biceps filled the sleeves. The white cotton hugged his chest, revealing the outlines of well-defined pecs, with his man-nipples pressing against the cotton fabric.

Not sure what to do next, he just stood in place, looking at me awaiting further instructions.

After an intentionally long pause, I finally spoke. "That is a very nice suit you were wearing. But, at this point, I don't see any need for your pants."

"You, um, you want me to, um, take them off?" His hand rested on his belt buckle, waiting to make sure he understood me.

"Yes. I do. I want you to take off your pants." I was looking just below his belt buckle at the bump that was beginning to grow.

"Alright. If that's what you want." He had his belt undone before it dawned on him he needed to remove his shoes before he could remove his pants. With an embarrassed smile and chuckle, he sat down and quickly untied his wingtips and slipped them off.

The impediment of the shoes out of the way, he stood again. Watching me closely to make sure I wasn't kidding or hadn't changed my mind, he unsnapped and unzipped his pants. Holding them by the waist, he paused and looked at me, giving me one last opportunity to say, "Just kidding" or "What the hell are you doing?" I said nothing. I smiled at him and nodded towards his pants. My eyes left his and stared directly at the top of his pants. I felt my tongue involuntarily part my lips quickly.

He took a deep breath and opened his pants the rest of the way and slid them down his legs. He gracefully stepped out and then laid them very gently on the chair where his suit coat was. He sure treated that suit like it was his first expensive suit.

That left him standing there in his tight white T-shirt, tight white bikini briefs, and black socks. "The socks. They need to go." I hate socks on a naked or nearly naked man.

"Ha, yeah, kinda silly. aren't they?" he chuckled, realizing he should have known to take them off. He quickly had them off.

Now he was standing awkwardly in front of me in just his t-shirt and underwear. He held his hand in front of himself, attempting to hide his prominent bulge. Looking into his eyes, I simply waved my hand. He nodded and moved his hands, putting them behind his back.

I very intentionally and conspicuously looked away from his eyes down to his package. I do love a man who wears small, tight briefs. The skimpier the better. I know--boxers have their advantages. Some men do find them more comfortable. I don't care. I like the look of a snug pair of undies barely containing a man's package in front while barely covering his ass in back. Mr. Johnson didn't know that about me. So, he guessed well when he selected his underwear that day. But if he had only thought to wear a thong....

The front of his briefs was at capacity. They hugged his unit tight against his pubic area. The outline of his dick was very plain to see as it strained against the fabric. He was packing.

"Turn around," I commanded without moving my gaze. "Half turn." He complied. His bikini briefs covered roughly half his backside. I appreciated that. I could tell even from behind my desk his ass was firm. It had a perfect, round shape with a nice curve to grab and a dimple in each cheek. There didn't appear to be any excess flab at all.

Having seen what I needed to see, I didn't let him dawdle. "Okay, turn back around." He did so quickly. His facial expression had moved from confusion and surprise to uncertainty with what appeared to be anticipation. "I think you know what's next." I stared into his eyes, resisting the very strong temptation to check his briefs again. He nodded. "Good," I said as he grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head.

His bare chest showed he treated his body well. Well-sculpted pecs led down to a flat stomach. He obviously did all his exercise inside, as there wasn't the slightest hint of a tan. There was no hair on his chest, except for a few cute wisps around each of his pink, perky nipples. And then there was the thin patch of light hair that started around his navel and moved down his belly, getting ever so slightly thicker as it reached the top of the waistband of his briefs. I swallowed deeply as I looked at the tuft of thick, curly, blonde hair that peered out from the waistband. That waistband was no longer tight against his waist because of what was growing inside his briefs.

I looked up at his face from the top of my eyes. He had paused and was looking at me, a hand on each hip, holding the top of his briefs. I nodded ever so slightly and returned my gaze to the last article of clothing on his body. I felt my tongue involuntarily lick my lips again. He peeled his shorts down, causing his member to spring free. He bent down slightly to slide his briefs down his muscular thighs, before letting them drop once they were at his knees. Carefully, he stepped out of them and then stood straight again. He stood tall and proud, his shoulders back and chest out. Any embarrassment or uncertainty was gone.

His dick was not fully erect, but it was on its way. It stood out exactly perpendicular to his body, pointing directly at me. "Mm," I said much louder than I wanted. He was circumcised, so his pink helmet stood out proudly. Since it was pointing at me instead of straight up, I couldn't tell exactly how big he was, but there was no doubt that he was long. Long and straight.

Without looking up to his eyes, I directed him, "Make it hard. Completely hard." He immediately grabbed his shaft with his right hand and started tugging. "Mm," I moaned again, again louder than I wanted. He held it with his fingertips, his thumb on top and other four fingers underneath. He was stiff enough it didn't move much with his tugs, but the head did whip around as he moved his hand up and down quickly.

In no time, he looked to be completely hard. "Okay, stop. Let me see it." He dropped his hands to his sides. His dick was fully erect, pointing directly at the ceiling. And it was glorious. He was long, longer than I imagined when I first glanced at the bulge in his pants when he entered my office. The tip nearly reached his navel. His shaft was thick with just the right amount of texture. No bulging veins, but not boringly smooth either. The cap had gotten a much brighter shade of pink, almost red, and was flared out with the slit starting to open.

I finally looked into his eyes. "Now, finish the job. Make yourself cum."

"Yes, ma'am." He grabbed his cock fully in his hand and started pumping, hard and fast.

"Mm." I didn't care how loud I was. I sucked a corner of my lower lip into my mouth, my teeth squeezing it hard. Unbuttoning the top three buttons of my silk blouse, I put my hand inside. My fingers slipped under my flimsy bra and grabbed my boob. I squeezed my pert nipple between my ring and middle fingers. Even before that, I am sure my blouse had two very prominent knobs visible to Mr. Johnson.

His face was getting red and his breathing was more labored. And I was getting hotter by the second. Underneath my desk, I pulled up the side of my skirt and ran my fingers along the inside of my thigh. It was hot and sweaty. I pressed my fingers into my cotton panties along my slit. It was very hot and wet. That morning, I made the very wise decision to wear cotton panties. My clit was begging to be stroked. Pushing aside the strip of my panties covering my goodies, I buried my fingers inside my lady lips. I immediately found my clit and started rubbing it. "Oh, God," I groaned quietly.

The head of Mr. Johnson's cock was even more engorged and was turning purple. I leaned back in my chair, my legs parted to allow my fingers room to operate. I continued to pleasure myself as I watched him pleasure himself.

Then it hit me. My body tensed as the waves of euphoria raced from my clit to my toes, to my eyelids, to my fingertips, to every molecule of my body. I squeezed my thighs together, trapping my hand in my crotch.

I tried my damnedest to keep my eyes open as I wanted to watch him and not miss his climax. As my eyes fluttered from my orgasm, he said, "I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?"

"On your belly," I managed. "Sit down and cum on your belly."

He quickly found his chair and plopped down. As soon as he leaned back, he growled, "Oh, fuck," and the first gob ejected from his cock. A long stream of white cum shot up his body, landing on his chest between his muscular pecs. Then another shot. And another shot. And another shot. He creamed his belly with as much cum as I believe I have ever seen. And I have seen a lot of cumshots.

"Holy shit," he exhaled, his eyes glazed and his breathing unsteady.

I stood and took a deep breath, straightening my skirt as I stood. He watched me closely as I walked from behind my desk to stand right next to him. Standing next to him only a few inches away, I looked him over from head to toe in all his naked glory. His dick was lying in his bush, no longer stiff but still just as long and just as thick as it had been.

I bent down and, after giving him a lustful grin, ran my fingers--the fingers that were still covered with my sticky goo--through the clump of his sticky goo accumulated in his hairy pubis. He was looking down my blouse. As it was still unbuttoned, I am sure he got a good view of my cleavage. But now his eyes followed my fingers that now carried a substantial load of his cum as I raised them to my mouth. Locking my eyes on his, I put my fingers into my mouth and sucked.

"Mm, mm," I moaned. "I love the taste of semen."

"Oh, God," he gasped. He watched my fingers as I slowly and seductively licked them clean and returned them to his pubic area. I traced my fingers through the sticky goo clinging to his blonde curlies, collecting it on my fingertips. My fingers moved exceedingly close to the tip of his penis but never actually touching it. I returned my fingers, full of his liquid treasure, to my lips. I stuck out my tongue and licked my fingers, pulling his seed into my mouth. "Holy fuck," he sighed.

I stood up straight and reached over to the box of tissues on the corner of my desk. After pulling several tissues from the box, I handed them to him. "You can use these to clean the rest." After he took them, I added, "You sure expelled a lot."

"My ex-girlfriend told me I cum a lot," he said, trying to both concentrate on cleaning up his excretion and watch me walk towards my office door. I imagined him exploding in my mouth and me trying to take it all. That thought made my clit ache.

Opening the door slightly, I called for my assistant. "Mr. Johnson is ready to go now," I announced.

Mr. Johnson quickly stood up and started scrambling, trying to simultaneously cover himself, collect his clothes, and find a place to throw away his soggy tissues, all before my assistant came in the room.

He succeeded at none of it. She was at my doorway and entered my office almost instantly. "Carolyn will show you where you can more fully clean yourself and get properly dressed."

"Um, okay," he said hesitantly as he tried to cover at least his privates first with some clothes and then with just his hands. He eventually gave up as nothing was working and his man-things were on show for Carolyn to see.

"Here, let me help you." Carolyn gave him a sympathetic smile as she squatted down to pick up his shoes and underwear. While collecting his clothing on the floor, her face was very close to his droopy but still thick cock. She gave it a quick look, then looked up at him and smiled. "Very nice."

He blushed. "Thank you," he mumbled as he took his shoes and his tiny undies from her. He grabbed the rest of his clothes off the chair. He very carefully picked up the tie and suit coat, carefully hanging them over an arm.

"Thank you for stopping in." I was leading them to my office door. "We'll be in touch."

"Um, my pleasure, um, thank you," he was struggling to free an arm to offer a hand to shake. I simply held the door for him, signaling a handshake was not necessary. Or expected. Or desired for that matter. "When can I expect to hear from you?"

"We'll be in touch," I repeated. He was at the door with Carolyn right behind him. She nodded to move him on out the door and then watched his naked ass leave my office into her office. She smiled and winked at me before following him out.

I took one final look at his very tight, sexy ass before closing the door. "He has potential," I thought to myself as I returned to my desk to resume work on my spreadsheets.