New Job

It was a Thursday afternoon in July. She'd been looking for a decent job all summer. She lived with a roommate and her young daughter, and she'd lost a pretty decent job in April. Now, she was willing to do most anything. She'd been waitressing for a month or so, but that wasn't quite enough to cover her bills. Certainly not enough for her to go back to school.

She'd had a couple of interviews, but so far, nothing.

The ad was placed in personals but said the poster needed actual work, a job at his business. The ad noted that general office duties would be supplemented with more intimate assignments, but those would be agreed upon after time spent working together.

She attached a picture and her resume just as he'd requested.

He'd responded quickly and they set a time to meet in public.

He approached the bench on the sidewalk in front of the café where she told him she'd be. She was clearly tall, as tall as he was. She wore a grey cotton dress and sandals. As she stood, he admired her figure, her curves and relatively fit body.

He was wearing simple khakis and a light polo shirt. His body was also fit, and though only her height, his presence was striking.

As they walked back to his office, he noticed the sweat at the small of her back, leaving its mark of wetness against her dress.

Her hair fell just below her shoulders and her skin was tan and glistening from the light sweat.

They exchanged introductions and laughs about his ad on the walk.

He showed her into the building and they took the elevator to his office.

He worked in a single room, reasonably large, in an old downtown building. The office featured his large desk and accompanying chair, a smaller desk against a side wall, and a single chair for clients or interviewees.

He invited her to sit in the interview chair and he took a seat behind his desk. He closed his laptop and focused on her.

Admired the way her ankles turned, the tone of her legs. He looked into her large, brown eyes as she responded to his questions about her past work. He felt himself becoming aroused, especially as he thought of their future work together.

She found him attractive, and appreciated his interest in her work instead of just her breasts. She could see herself in this office, dressed for business, and making this rather serious man smile by being fun and flirty. Whatever else happened...

As the interview wound down, she asked if there was anything else he needed to know. She told him she didn't know what to expect for a "job like this one."

He told her that for now, he was satisfied, and asked if she was willing to accept the assignment with all that may be involved. She agreed and they settled on a salary. She would keep her waitress job for a month or so to be sure this worked out, but she was quite excited by the possibilities.

Since she had mentioned she was hungry, he asked if she had dinner plans. She said she didn't and she was relieved he'd asked as she had a drive of over an hour with traffic.

He texted his wife and told her he had a late meeting.

He then took Brooke to the restaurant just down the street.

There, they got to know each other. Found out how they'd come to live near the same town. He loved the way she talked. She was very direct and very curious. She used his first name a lot. She asked questions that probed him, but not too deeply.

He walked her back to her car and they agreed she'd start the following Monday. Payday would be every Friday.

She arrived 5 minutes early on Monday. A navy business suit and heels. Her hair in a bun. He was running a bit late, and he smiled as he saw her at his door.

They talked about the day, about her work, and he helped her get set up on her laptop at her desk.

Around lunch time, she turned and talked to him. Clear, direct, commanding. He was mesmerized.

They went downstairs to the sandwich shop in his building and enjoyed a quick lunch -- no food in the office, he was very clear about that.

He was very focused on his work, but he did look up at times, admiring her and her eagerness to get the work done.

Her allotted time came to an end, and she asked if he needed anything.

He thought of one thing, but not today. Not on her first day.

He told her he didn't and thanked her for her time. She was to show up at the same time the next day.

He looked out his window and watched her on the sidewalk, saw her slip into the parking garage.

He unzipped his suit pants and massaged the cock that had been throbbing for hours. Felt the sticky pre cum against cotton and smiled.

He thought of her, in her suit and heels, and imagined her on her knees...

He pushed his pants down, eased down his boxer briefs, and grabbed the base of his cock. He used his other hand to massage the pre cum into his head, he closed his eyes. He thought of her hair, her dark eyes, of what her hands would look like on his raging member.

He lost himself in thoughts of her mouth, her tongue, her lips. Of a quiet kiss she'd give him. Of her fingers working his zipper down.

He stroked up and down, up and down. Eyes closed. Lost. He said her name, Brooke. Brooke. And he felt it. Stroked long and slow. Squeezed harder. Brooke ... Brooke... He wondered if anyone nearby had heard him. His cum shot hard from his throbbing cock and hit the window. Perhaps someone had seen, had enjoyed the show?

He finished his orgasm, let his semen hit the floor. Grabbed a towel and cleaned the window. Wiped his hands. Zipped and headed to the men's room to wash his hands and pee.

He had about two hours of work left. He was relaxed now, smiling.

He texted Brooke: "Today was a great first day"

She responded: "Can't wait for tomorrow." Then she sent a pic of her in her car, sitting in traffic.

He smiled. And went back to his to do list.

Tuesday came and she was right on time. Smiling, ready to work. Something about her voice, and the way she talked to him, aroused him immensely.

They shared lunch again. And again, as the day ended, she asked if there was anything he needed.

He told her that she had done enough today and that he'd gladly see her tomorrow.

As the door clicked shut and he heard the elevator close, he went back to his desk. He unzipped and stroked his throbbing cock. He was fast, hungry, eager to cum. His mind on her eyes, the way they looked at him. He imagined her breasts. And as he came, he imagined cumming on them.

Wednesday and Thursday followed the same pattern. She worked, he admired. They lunched. Each day, he felt his desire growing. Each day, she wondered if he'd put his hands on her, she was practically dying for it.

She'd found his seriousness and self-control immensely appealing. She admired his focus. And she could tell in his eyes that he wanted more than he was letting her know.

Friday came and she wore a gray suit and black heels. Dressed this way, she was just taller than him.

Around 11, he suggested they break for lunch. He took her to the restaurant where they'd eaten after her interview.

She told him at lunch how her roommate had been asking about the job, about whether "anything" had happened.

He laughed as she recounted her stories of boring, but interesting days. Of actually liking the work. She said she was eager to have a special assignment.

He just smiled.

They returned to the office and he told her there was no more work for the day. But he'd like her to stay for a bit if she wouldn't mind.

She sat in the interview chair and watched him. He told her he was wrapping some things up.

His phone buzzed and he checked it. Brooke had texted him: "What do you want?"

He looked up and smiled at her.

Her phone buzzed: "Come sit on my desk"

She stood and he admired her black heels, her feet with high arches, her ankles.

She moved his laptop and took a seat directly in front of him on his desk.

He looked up, and she bent down to him, took his lips in hers. Their kiss was electric, and he immediately wanted more. He tasted her lips, her neck, heard her body respond.

She reached down and massaged his cock... and smiled. "This will feel very good," she told him.

She took her suit off and sat on his desk in cotton panties and bra. He kissed her soft, sweetly-scented flesh. Tasted her nipples through cotton, his hand on her thigh. His kisses danced on her stomach, found their way to her thighs. He licked the wetness of her panties and she moaned in delight.

He pulled the panties down, pulled them over her black heels. Threw them toward her desk.

His mouth and lips were immediately on her wet pussy, devouring her. He was starved for her. He looked up and saw her smile gently. She placed her hands on his head as he resumed licking and sucking, relishing her taste.

His fingers rocked inside her as he relentlessly pleasured her with a quick, firm tongue. She pushed her thighs to his head, squeezing him. And he went in for more, his tongue vibrating as he licked, pushing her to the edge. She called out his name as he continued absorbing her taste.

He looked up at her and asked her if she'd enjoyed her first week. She had, she said. She had wanted this since they interviewed. Had wondered why it took so long.

He smiled and said he'd hoped they'd enjoy more weeks like this one.

She looked down and commented on the immense bulge in his Friday khakis.

She said it looked like he could use some help. He confessed that he had cum to her every single day that week, as soon as she had left.

She told him she'd like to see that.

He stood up and walked to the interview chair, eased down his pants and leaned back. She was balanced on her black heels, wearing only her bra, and her eyes grew wide as she watched him grab his rock hard cock.

"You want to see this," he asked.

She did. She found it very arousing as her pussy dripped on his floor.

Watching her watch him turned him on more than he had imagined. He didn't take his eyes off of her as he stroked his thick cock.

He leaned back and lost himself. As he did, he found her standing before him. She look directly at him and said: "What do you want?"

He told her to bend over his desk. She complied.

He placed his cock against her ass, then lowered it, entered her pussy. Tight and warm and wonderful and too much. The anticipation, the stroking, and now inside her... he pulled out, he came on her ass.

So intense, so quick.

She turned and smiled. They kissed.

It was barely 3 PM, but he said the day could end on a happy note. She wiped up, went to the ladies room. Came back perfectly attired and business-like.

She commented that the room smelled like pussy. He laughed and said it would remind him of her and he'd probably cum again after she left.

He handed her an envelope with her weekly stipend.

She walked away, the door clicked, and she was gone.