The interview for the job went well. All tests completed successfully. I oozed confidence and looked smart in a navy blue suit with a cream blouse, 2 inch heels and sheer stockings. All that remained was to meet the man I would be working for. "Take the lift up to the 16th floor and turn right" were the instructions, "You can't miss his office at the end of the corridor. He's expecting you".
I smoothed my clothes as the lift ascended, reapplying my glossy pink lipstick as I checked my face in my compact, I smiled to myself. The assistant's job was as good as mine. The lift stopped and the door slid open letting me out. I turned right and walked down the corridor to the office at the end, stopping in front of a closed door. I took a breath and knocked. I heard a man's voice say "Come in", turning the door knob I entered and closed the door behind me. I smiled as he rose from his desk. I looked him over, taking in his slightly greying hair, twinkling blue eyes, his neat and trim appearance. He seemed fit for a man in his 40s. He wore a mischievous smile on his face as if he was a naughty schoolboy.
I watched him approach me, his hand extended. He remarked "You're early" and before I could introduce myself, he grabbed me suddenly by the arm, dragged me across his room and pushed me forcibly down onto his desk. I gasped with surprise. His crotch pressed hard against my arse, his hands stroking the tops of my stockings and the soft flesh of my thighs. His legs positioned between mine, his knees spreading my legs wide for him while I was bent over his large desk, barely able to touch the floor with my toes. I was stunned. I could feel his erection pressing against my buttocks as he pushed against me, his hips moving so I could feel him grinding into me. His hands roamed around my body, squeezing my breasts, his breathing laboured. I lay there on his desk like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car, unable to move, letting him grope me. My mind was in a whirl, unable to comprehend what was happening.
Then my skirt was roughly pushed up over my hips. He grasped the flimsy silky material of my panties and tore them off me. I shuddered, whimpered, feeling vulnerable, the cool air of the room touching my hot naked flesh. He pushed me back down onto the surface of his desk, breasts pressed against the leather top. I heard the sound of the zipper on his pants go down. His legs forced my thighs further apart and I felt him grasp hold of my rounded cheeks of my arse with his palms and peel them open. He slipped a finger down against the slit of my cunt, making me moan softly despite my predicament, sliding his finger up and down making me wet with juice. My face reddened with shame and guilt as my body betrayed me. I blushed beetroot as I became aware of how wet my cunt was. He continued to stroke the soft pink folds of my cunt with his finger. I could hear the squishing sounds of my cunt sucking on his finger. All feeble attempts at a protest unheard as I moaned into the leather topped desk.
His fingers were slick with my cunt juices as he slid them in and out of me. He reached for my black hair and gripped it hard, in a ball, pulling my head back. I heard him suck the juices from his fingers as he brought his fingers from my cunt and up to his mouth. "Mmmm. Delicious!" he exclaimed. He leant over my slim body, pressing me harder against the leather desk top. He flicked his tongue across my ear and whispered "You need a good hard fucking don't you?" He continued to tease my cunt lips with the thick mushroom head of his cock, which was fast becoming slick with my copious juices. I had gotten so wet so fast I was convinced his cock must be aching to fuck. Suddenly, the palm of his hand crashed hard against my arse. My answering moans must have made his cock even harder.
I gasped again when my head was snapped back, as he wound his fist in my thick black hair and pulled. My back arched, breasts were thrust forwards pushing against the delicate fabric of my blouse, buttons threatening to pop open. All the time, I could hear him licking and sucking noisily on his juice covered fingers. I cried out when his hand kept coming down hard on my bare arse cheeks, a crimson handprint glowing on the pale wobbling flesh as tears welled up in my eyes. His cock was jabbing at my cunt entrance, the teasing unbearable, my cunt hungry to be filled by this man I hadn't met until a few minutes ago. His husky voice in my ear with his low guttural growling. My senses reeled, torn between panic and lust.
I groaned loudly when his cock invaded the ripe, soft pink of my cunt. All thoughts of struggling against him forgotten. He thrust in deeply with one movement, slapping his tight cum filled balls against my clit. Then he withdrew the length and slammed in again and again.
I shuddered as he took me again and again. My wetness dripped down the length of his cock. I could hear him gasping each time he thrust his full length into my dripping cunt. His grip tightened on my hair as he pulled me back onto him. He reached under my slim leg and lifted it up onto his desk. Opening my cunt wider. His hand smacked hard against my soft arse cheeks again. My cunt gripped his thick shaft hard as I winced under the impact of his hand. I heard him yell at me "I can't believe how wet and tight your cunt is" as he fucked me again and again. His grip on me tightened when he felt my body tremble as I came, my cunt juices streaming down his shaft and coating his heavy cum filled balls. Leaning over my body he hissed into my ear, "You're going to have to clean all that cum off my cock."
