Doug was less than five years out of college, only in his late twenties and had already started one of the most successful businesses in his city. It seemed as though he had made every right decision since leaving school. That is, until he decided to hire a personal assistant.
There were a number of qualified candidates, but when Melissa walked into his office, he was almost hypnotized. She was young, had just turned twenty years old, tall, and tan with a thin but athletic build, her breasts were small B's and her clothing was somehow professional but provocative. When she shook his hand, she caressed his wrist with her left hand, looking seductively into his eyes, he was hooked.
After what could barely be considered an interview, Doug said, "I think you'll be a good fit for this position."
Melissa produced a big smile, and said in an excited and bubbly tone, "You won't regret this sir!" giving a cute little salute to accompany her words. And with that she left, as Doug sat back in his chair, he smiled, and thought about how nice a little eye candy in his life would be.
Unfortunately, within a week, Doug was regretting his decision. Between Monday and Thursday she had arrived late and left early every day. She barely did any of her duties, and he suspected she was stealing from the petty cash account. When Friday afternoon came, he specifically asked her to stay until five, he shouldn't have had to of, but he did.
Doug waited until the last employee had left and it was just Melissa and he. Having never fired anyone before Doug was nervous as he called Melissa into his office. She was wearing a low cut top and a small skirt, and carrying a large purse when she came in and took a seat. "What's up boss?" she asked almost oblivious to what was coming.
"Um, well Melissa..." he struggled to find the words, "I am afraid based on your performance I am going to have to reconsider your position with our company."
Melissa rolled her eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. She got out of her chair and came to the side of the desk before dropping to her knees. "Come on," she motioned for Doug to get up and lean on the side of the desk before her.
Doug stammered, "Melissa, what, what are you doing? This really isn't appropriate."
Melissa again sighed, "Look, we both knew this was coming, I really can't lose this job right now, and so will you come over here and let me take care of you, I really don't feel like working at the strip club again." She knew exactly what she was doing as she adjusted her breasts and licked her lips, alluding to herself undressing.
Thinking with his cock had gotten Doug into this mess, and repeating that certainly wouldn't get him out of it, but he couldn't help himself looking at her on the floor. He rose out his chair and took his position before her, hastily undoing his pants, shoving them along with his boxers down to his ankles.
Melissa sprung to his crotch; she ran her hands along his thighs, gently kissing around his cock, taking care to not actually make contact yet. She took his cock in her left hand and began to suck on the middle finger of her right. She removed it, drenched in saliva and reach around him. She looked up, into his eyes with a wicked smile, as the tip of her fingers touched his asshole and he instinctively clenched.
"Relax," she said in a cool tone, "I am going to make you cum like never before, you just have to trust me." When she finished talking she began to nuzzle the base of his cock with her closed mouth, she had no intent of actually blowing him. Doug was past the point of reluctance and did his best to relax his asshole as Melissa's finger bore into him.
Melissa's skilled hand found his prostate quickly, and as she encircled it with the tip of her finger Doug's cock stiffened like it never had before. Between his throbbing member in her hand, the evaporating resistance from his sphincter, and the look on his face, Melissa knew she had her boss right where she wanted him. "Here, turn over," she instructed him as she withdrew herself from him, and popped up to get her bag.
Doug was in a daze, his dick was harder than he ever thought possible. The new sensation of having his prostate massaged left him speechless; literally, he went to speak and had no words. He simply turned and bent over the desk leaning on his elbows exhaling sharply awaiting Melissa's attention.
Meanwhile, Melissa had withdrawn a few things from her bag; she was indeed prepared for this, and knew just how to handle the situation. Standing before the desk she made a bit of a show of putting on a black latex glove over each of her hands pulling them taught before coating the middle and index fingers of her right hand with a small vile of lube she had.
As she walked behind him, Doug finally mustered the ability to speak, "Melissa, I..." is all he got out before again her left hand was grasping his cock and the fingers of her right were working their way into his asshole as she took position behind him. With no instruction, he widened his stance, allowing easier access to his anal canal.
"Good boy, you're a fast learner, and I have a few more lessons to teach you." With that she again found his prostate, this time trapping it in the slight divot between her fingers, with a gasp Doug's head shot up, she knew she had his full attention. As she gently worked his man-clit, she began to tell him, "I don't think I'll be going anywhere except up at this company, and from now on it's Miss Melissa, understand?"
Doug was nearing orgasm; no one had ever touched him or controlled him like this. "Yes Miss Melissa, I understand," Doug released in a breathy tone amongst his moans. At his acknowledgement, Melissa again withdrew her fingers, sensing he was close, not wanting him to finish just yet, and returned to her bag.