Other Duties As Assigned

I was filled with pride, starting my new job that morning. On the strength of my resume, along with some strong recommendations, I’d landed a great opportunity with a start-up operation within an established local company, working directly for a highly respected businessman. For a first job after graduating with my business degree, I couldn’t have done much better!

I’d met my new boss only once before, during my interview, so I was eager to talk with him again that morning, and learn more about my new role. My understanding was that I’d be his go-to person to get things up and running on a new project, but that was vague, and I was eager to learn more of the day-to-day details.

I remembered thinking how surprised I was at his youthful appearance, knowing what I did of his extensive resume. He had to be in his mid-40s, but looked more like mid-30s, given his athletic physique. As I headed into that first day in the office, I remembered more about him, preparing for our meeting: he had a strong handshake, piercing blue eyes, and a warm voice.

“Yes, Amy,” I heard him say through the door when I knocked, “I’ve been expecting you, please come in.”

I glanced quickly at my watch, worried that I was late, then realized he’d only meant that he was expecting me for my first day of work. Yikes, was I nervous.

I opened the door to his office and entered, and finding him seated at his desk, studying his computer screen, I sat down across the desk from him, waiting for him to be able to give me some attention.

“So, Amy, welcome,” he said, looking up after a few more moments, tossing his reading glasses aside, and his eyes meeting mine with a smile. “Glad to have you on board. I suppose you’d like to know more about what your new job will entail?”

“Yes, Mr. Collins, absolutely, I’m eager to get started.”

“Oh, please, Amy, call me Jay.”

“Oh, um, OK.”

“So, I assume you’ve read the materials I e-mailed to you?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

“Great. So, you understand the project, any questions?”

“Not really, just want to make sure I understand what my role will be.”

“Great. Well, let me be completely honest with you. I see myself as the idea guy. I don’t like to be bogged down in details. So therefore, I need someone to work at my side, attend meetings with me, keep track of what I’ve said I’ll do and make sure I do it. I need someone to keep track of my calendar, make sure I’m prepared for whatever’s coming up, keep me on task. Essentially, I need you to attend to all of the details to keep my life on track, so I can accomplish what I’ve promised to our partners on this project.”

“I can do that!” I didn’t actually have much real-world work experience, but I was confident I could handle this, inspired as I was by the impact a connection with Jay could have on my future career.

“If you can commit to serving my needs in this way, I guarantee you it’ll be an exciting ride, and when you’re ready to move on to bigger challenges of your own, I’ll be able to open some important doors for you.”

“That’s wonderful, thank you. So, what’s first?”

“Well, just a few more things we need to go over, and then there’s an 11am meeting I’d like you to attend with me. I’ll introduce you to some of the partners, and it would be great if you could take notes.”

“No problem.”

“So, just a few more things. I hope you won’t mind doing some things for me that some people might consider to be, shall we say, beneath your level of education?”

“Um, like what?”

“Well, I know it might seem old-fashioned, but there will be times I’ll ask you to bring me coffee, do some shopping for me, even pick up dry-cleaning. I realize you don’t need a business degree to do these things, but I just don’t have time to be worrying about trivial details like this, and I can’t trust just anyone to get it right.”

“Certainly, I understand.”

“But please know, you’re more than welcome to use my company account to pick up coffee for yourself when you get some for me, or do some of your own shopping when you’re getting something I need. I wouldn’t expect anything less - some perks should go along with responsibilities like yours, after all.”

“Well, thank you, that’s very generous.” I had no other work experience to compare this to, but it certainly seemed like a reasonable arrangement to me!

“Your workspace will be just outside there,” he said, pointing to the door to his office, “so that you can easily answer my phone and receive visitors. And if there’s anything you need, don’t hesitate to let the office manager know. She’s under instructions to charge anything you request to my project’s budget.”

“This sounds wonderful, Jay, anything else I need to know?”

“That covers it, I think, Amy. Oh, but I should tell you what a glowing review I got when I called your old professor for a reference.”

“Oh, really?” I’d listed Dr. Tompkins as a reference for the job, hoping that an academic reference might help to make up for my lack of real-world experience.

“Yes, you might not know, he and I go way back, met in grad school, actually!”

“Wow, small world!” I blushed, suddenly wondering exactly how much my favorite former professor might have shared with my new boss. See, short-lived as it was, our affair was... well, let’s just say, there was a time when I would have done anything to raise a grade. “Well, I suppose I’d better get to work. I’ll get settled at my new desk, let me know when you’re ready to go to that 11am meeting.”

I felt Jay’s eyes on me as I stood up, my skirt riding up my legs before I could pull it down, a bit of cleavage showing as I bent down to pick up my purse. I blushed again, but quickly composed myself, smiled at my new boss, and left his office, settling down to make myself comfortable at the desk outside his door.

For the next few hours, I couldn’t help but daydream, remembering my encounter with Dr. Tompkins, while I found my way around the office. I’d taken a few classes from him, and he had been my faculty adviser for a year, when I really struggled in one of his classes, and barely passed with an embarrassingly low grade.

When I went to talk to him about it, even though part of me had the best intentions of asking to retake some of the exams, the slightly more devious side of me won out - I arrived at his office in my sluttiest outfit, and I threw myself at him. I was wearing a short black skirt, thigh high stockings, heels, and a tight red blouse which left nothing of my beautiful tits to the imagination, and I remember thinking how easy it was to convince him that the best course of action was for me to drop to my knees and suck him off in exchange for a change of grade.

I’d never done anything like that before, and never since - well, except for the fact that he and I followed up the one encounter with a few others - and the memories were still vivid. Never before had I exhibited such aggressive sexuality, and never before had I been rewarded for it so easily, no questions asked.

So, it was in this context, slightly wet, a bit hot and bothered, that I accompanied Jay to his 11am meeting, took notes for him, noting in my planner the tasks he’d promised to complete. I was genuinely excited about the project, about the consummate professional I’d earned the right to work with, even if my position really was that of glorified secretary. It didn’t matter, it was a foot in the door, all experience was valuable experience.

“So,” he asked as we rode the elevator back up to our floor after the meeting, “any questions?”

“I think I’m pretty clear, I’ll type up these notes and then follow up with you tomorrow on the action items I’ve identified.”

“Good work, Amy. That’s exactly the kind of initiative I need from someone in your position. Say, could you join me in my office for a few minutes before I let you go to lunch?”

“Sure, no problem!”

“Please,” he motioned to the chair opposite his desk where I’d sat just a few hours earlier, “have a seat. So, just one expectation I have of you that I didn’t mention earlier this morning.”

“Yes?”

“You remember my mentioning that Dr. Tompkins gave you such an impressive recommendation?”

“Well, I did take several classes from him while I was in the business program. I’m glad to have made such a good impression on him!”

“It’s not so much what you did in class that impressed him, Amy. He shared a few other things with me as well.”

“Oh, um, really?” I was trying to play it cool, but was suddenly very nervous about what might have been shared between these old friends.

“Yes, he described to me a day when you had a problem you needed his assistance with, and you took the initiative to visit his office, lay everything on the line, and not leave until you’d reached the desired result.”

I was even more nervous now, but it was very clear I couldn’t stop the direction of our conversation, so I simply nodded.

“Well, that boldness is something I wanted on my team. Even though you might see yourself as simply a secretary, it’s important to me that you’re capable of going out on a limb to accomplish the task at hand.”

Was he really going to leave it at that? Perhaps Dr. Tompkins hadn’t told him anything at all? I sighed in relief, and smiled.

“Plus, he mentioned that you are fantastic at sucking cock.”

I practically fell out of my chair. “Um, excuse me?”

“You heard me, Amy. Listen, you’re free to leave if I’m making you uncomfortable, and I’ll even help you find another position with the firm. But what I’m really looking for in an assistant is someone who’s interested in handling absolutely every detail of my life. Not just the calendar, the travel arrangements, the correspondence - but also my needs during the day that need to be satisfied before I can go back to focusing on work, go back to being the idea guy.”

“Um, so...”

“Yes, Amy?” His eyes were studying not just my face, but my body language as well, as I uncrossed and recrossed my legs somewhat awkwardly, trying to take in all that he had said.

Shocked as I was at his forwardness, I wasn’t about to run out of the room. After all, he was definitely an attractive man, and an incredibly successful businessman, and I didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to work with him. Not to mention the fact that I found the whole idea a bit of a turn-on: sex in the office? a powerful, important man such as Jay reliant on me to relieve his sexual tensions so that he could perform at his fullest? Oh yeah, it was a definite turn-on.

I took a deep breath before speaking again, as calmly as possible. “So what exactly are your expectations in this regard?”

“Simple. Work always comes first. I’d never do anything to jeopardize my reputation, or yours, and I’d ask the same of you. If there’s work to be completed, that’s the priority. But on occasion, when the mood strikes, I might call you into my office, ask you to lock the door behind you as you come in, and satisfy my sexual desires, quietly and discreetly, before sending you back to your desk.”

“Wow. Um, OK.”

“OK? So, you’re alright with this arrangement? You’re prepared to be on call, not just as my secretary, but also as my sexual assistant?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright, then, welcome aboard. For now, why don’t you go back to your desk, I know you need to type up those meeting minutes, and I have some work to get done as well. But I’m sure I’ll be calling on you by the end of the day for some of these other duties as assigned.”

My mind raced as I sat at my desk that afternoon, struggling to concentrate on work as I once again remembered my encounters with Dr. Tompkins and imagined what it would be like to take Jay’s call and join him in his office.

Jay had a meeting in his office at 3pm, that colleague left at about 3:45, and it was nearly 4 before my phone rang.

“Amy, could you come in here, please, and bring a notepad?”

“Absolutely, Jay,” trying to disguise my excitement in a professional voice for the sake of my coworkers.

“But wait, listen. Don’t bring your planner. Bring a simple secretary’s notepad, and put your hair in a bun, held up with a pencil from your desk.”

“Yes, sir. Be right in.”

After quickly following his directions, I practically jumped from my chair, then strolled into his office as casually as possible. He said nothing, but instead, once I had closed and locked the door behind me, beckoned with his finger for me to come to him.

I walked around to his side of the desk, and he encouraged me to sit on the edge as he remained in his expensive leather-clad chair. He took the notepad from me and tossed it aside, then reached up to my chest and began squeezing and kneading my breasts through the fabric of my blouse. I arched my back in pleasure at his strong grasp, and after a few moments, he stood up and clutched me in a firm embrace, tugging gently at the pencil and letting it drop to the floor.

As my long blonde hair cascaded down around my shoulders, Jay’s lips found my earlobe, and he began nibbling and kissing it as his hands continued to work by breasts, my nipples hardening and my breath quickening with every touch. I let out a whimper, and Jay’s hand quickly found my mouth, covering it as his blue eyes looked deeply into mine, silently warning that I needed to remain quiet.

He then sat down, unzipped his slacks, motioned with his finger once again, and I quickly took the hint that I was to kneel before him and pay attention to the cock which soon found its way free from his slacks and boxers. I took his full, impressive length into my mouth in one smooth stroke, held him there for a few moments, then began slowly bobbing up and down, my hands working together with my mouth to stroke him firmly.

Just as I found a rhythm, his phone rang, and much to my surprise, he took the call. I stopped my motions momentarily, just long enough for him to object, grab me by the hair, and force me back down on him as he continued his phone conversation, his voice as calmly professional as ever as his cock throbbed deep in my throat.

I was at once amazed and utterly inspired by his ability to continue our naughty activities while simultaneously working. In response, I picked up my pace, moving up and down on him more quickly now, as my left hand found his balls and began fondling and tickling them.

After a few moments more, he finished his call, hung up the phone, and encouraged me to stand up, spinning me around and pressing me against his desk. He made quick work of lifting my skirt up to my waist and pushing my panties to one side with one hand, his other hand gently covering my mouth as he forced two fingers into my wet pussy.

I gasped, but managed not to cry out, as he began fucking me with his fingers, and sighed with satisfaction as he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock, first rubbing against my pussy lips before finally pushing inside. His body enveloped mine, his hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples hard as he began to fuck me from behind, my thighs slamming into his desk with each stroke.

It wasn’t long - a few minutes at most - before I approached orgasm, burying my face in the papers on his desk to silence my cries of pleasure as he continued to pound in and out of my pussy, his big, hard cock filling me completely. He rode out my waves of pleasure, my pussy clenching around his cock as he fucked me, before finally pulling out, spinning me around, and pressing me down to my knees once again.

I immediately took him into my mouth once again, but he pushed me away, whispering down to me that he wanted me to look up into his eyes, using my hands instead of my mouth, to jack him off until he came.

I followed instructions, understanding that satisfying him wasn’t only thanks for the powerful orgasm he’d just brought me, but was, in fact, part of my job.

“You understand, of course, that I can’t send you out of my office covered in cum?”

“Of course, sir.”

“So it’s your job to swallow every drop?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you ready for a mouth full of cum, Amy?”

“Oh, yes, Jay, I want it!”

“Then take me into your mouth, and you’ll be rewarded for all of your hard work today.”

I quickly sucked his entire length deep into my throat, continued playing with his balls with my left hand, and then began moving up and down on him, my mouth and right hand working in conjunction, up and down, up and down, before he began to jerk and spasm, and shot a load of hot sticky cum into my mouth.

I dutifully swallowed every drop, licked his cock clean, dressed him again, and stood up, straightening my own clothes.

“You clearly take very naturally to this, Amy, taking the responsibility to make sure we’re both respectable before we go back to work.”

“Absolutely.”

“I think today has been the start of a very successful business partnership.”

“Yes, sir. Looking forward to tomorrow already.”

Straight 'A' Grad - Chapter 1

Straight ‘A’ Alum

Seriously, how do women live with these things? For the third morning in a row, I’d been awakened by simply rolling over onto my stomach. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t in pain. I just wasn’t used to the sensations which could come so quickly and easily as my nipples grazed across my silk sheets. My hard nipples were acting as my new alarm clock.

As you might remember, I spent my high school and college years fairly flat-chested. Well, that’s an understatement. More accurately, an A-cup bra was roomy. And while I’d still had a satisfying sex life over the years, and even managed to compete with big-busted women for the attention of men, the stakes were higher now that I was out of college and looking for work.

I had graduated with my communications degree expecting to walk right into a job. After all, I had a near-perfect academic record, fantastic letters of recommendation, and had always been blessed with the ability to interview well. But how was I to know that I’d be looking for my first professional job in the midst of a recession? Interview skills hadn’t been necessary so far - I wasn’t even getting the calls in the first place.

Add to that my increasing jealousy of other women’s assets. I’d split up with my college boyfriend, Jason, just after graduation. It was a mutual decision, as it was clear he’d be moving out of state for a job and our lives were headed in different directions. But the fact that my old nemesis Danielle had thrown herself at him, tits first, the moment he was single, just served as a reminder that he never had been satisfied with that one aspect of my anatomy.

So, I took the plunge. I did my research, visited the best plastic surgeons in the area, and finally settled on one I felt I could trust to do a good job. And in one afternoon, I went from completely flat to completely stunning - hardly an A-cup to an ample C-cup in a matter of hours. My new tits were perfect. And I don’t even feel like I’m bragging. After all, they’re not a God-given asset, they’re a tactical investment in my future.

The change to my daily life was amazing from the start. Everywhere I went, guys checked me out. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always been cute and could always get attention from the hottest guys - but it usually took some conversation first. Yes, I’m pretty: long blonde hair, beautiful green eyes, fit and tan, but without a nice rack, I had to rely on my personality to reel them in. Now, just one look at my perfect figure, and random strangers would follow me anywhere.

The only problem was, the surgery had taken the last of my savings, and I was still without a job, so I was a little desperate. After swallowing my pride and taking one last futile look at the university job boards and newspaper classifieds, I made an appointment at a temp agency that some of my college buddies had recommended to me.

It was the owner who met with me, a certain Mr. Sanders, although he promptly instructed me to call him Jake, an example of his very comfortable demeanor. His office was surprisingly well-appointed compared to the sparse reception area, I thought to myself as I settled into one of the comfortable leather chairs across from his desk. He was a confident, good-looking 40-something man wearing a tailored suit that I couldn’t help but think seemed a little expensive for someone running a temp agency.

He interrupted my wandering mind with his first question: “So, Amber, tell me a bit about yourself.” His eyes were moving over my body as he spoke, settling, as most eyes had been in the past few weeks, on my chest.

“Well, Jake, it’s been almost six months since I graduated from State U with my degree in communications, and in spite of a wonderful record there, great recommendations, and a couple of internships in the field, I haven’t had a single interview. There don’t seem to be very many jobs to apply for, and the ones I do find, they tell me up front that I won’t have much chance - they can hire an experienced professional willing to work for entry-level wages because of the bad economy.”

“Well put, Amber. Unfortunately that’s the story I’m hearing from a lot of people lately. Fortunately, there is always temp work out there. What I can’t guarantee is that you’ll find anything in the career path you were intending.”

“At this point, I’ll settle for anything. I just need some money in the bank.”

“Well, sounds like you’ve resigned yourself to the right attitude for the time being. Now, let’s see. Here’s what I’d recommend, given your assets.”

Since his eyes were still plastered on my chest, I wasn’t sure if he meant my brains or my breasts. He soon clarified that he meant a little of both.

“With your communications background and your great looks, I could hook you up with some temp work as a table presenter down at the convention hall. How does that sound?”

“What exactly would I be doing, and what does it pay?”

“Good questions. The pay varies by company, and keep in mind we take 10%, but typically you would take home a few hundred dollars. You would meet with a company rep for a few hours so that he could explain the pitch, and then the following day you’d stand at the company’s table in the expo hall, looking beautiful and answering questions.”

Gee, only slightly objectifying. But hey, it would let me pay my rent for another month, a pressing need since that rent check was due next week.

“There are a couple of big conventions coming in over the next few weeks, and with a pretty young woman like yourself, I’m confident I could get you placed almost every day. Just call in to the office tomorrow, and they’ll give you the details.”

“Thanks, Jake, I appreciate your time.”

The next few weeks were certainly interesting. I wore everything from a silver bodysuit to a red bikini with heels, was groped by men and women alike, and went home exhausted at the end of each day, my throat hoarse after talking for hours, struggling to be heard over the hundreds of other voices in the expo hall.

Don’t get me wrong, it was great to be working and putting some money in the bank. And I continued to enjoy the new type of attention my new rack was bringing me. It was a new experience for me to be the center of attention, rather than having to fight for it from the sidelines. And with the outfits some of the companies had me wear, I was most definitely the center of attention. Why a red bikini and heels was appropriate to selling roofing material, I’ll never know - but apparently it works.

But when the first round of assignments was over, it was clear to me I wouldn’t be able to keep it up. The money wasn’t good enough, and it wasn’t exactly fulfilling from an intellectual standpoint. A few weeks might be entertaining, but as a permanent gig, it would get old fast. And then there was my seeming inability to remember my new chest when I would reach across it to point out facts and figures on the various companies’ displays. Some women have the benefit of years of practice to realize they shouldn’t reach their right arm across their body to point at something on their left, but I made the mistake multiple times.

I shared all of this - well, except that last bit - with Jake when I visited his office after the last of the visiting company reps had left town and the final convention came to an end.

“So,” I said, winding up the tale of my past few weeks for Jake as he sat across the desk from me, “I’m hoping you can give me some advice on getting back into the job market on my career path, or maybe find another temp option that could bring in a little more money with a little less grunt work?”

“Well, I don’t know if I can resolve the grunt work issue, but I do have another suggestion for a temp job if you’re interested. It would definitely be more money.”

I was perplexed by his comment about the grunt work, but asked him to please go on.

“Well, as you already know, a lot of the work I get is for businessmen passing through town briefly for a conference or important meeting, right?”

“Yes?”

“So, I do my best to cater to all of their needs, not just the type of work you’ve done so far.”

“What, so secretarial support? Running errands for them, things like that?”

“Not exactly. More along the lines of an escort.”

“Oh, like attending dinner meetings, nights out to the symphony, that kind of thing?”

“Sure, things like that. Most of these high-powered businessmen don’t like to show up alone to an evening function when they’re hoping to make the big deal.”

“So, I don’t understand, why would that pay better than the work I was already doing, sounds like much less of a challenge?”

“Well, it depends. There are different rates for different types of services.”

“Such as?” I still wasn’t following his logic.

“Well,” he paused, once again checking out my chest, “for example, there’s a great deal to be made if you commit to the entire night.”

“The entire night? How long are these dinner meetings? Oh, wait...”

My voice trailed off and I blushed hotly as I realized how naive I’d been thus far in the conversation.

“So you mean THAT kind of escort...”

“That’s right, Amber. You’re exactly the type of girl who could make a lot of money, and have a little fun along the way. Smart, beautiful, sexy as hell.”

I blushed once again, more intensely as my eyes met his gaze. I was intrigued, but also embarrassed, and as many people do when they’re embarrassed, decided to take it out on the person who put me in that state.

“Just what kind of place are you running here, anyway? I thought this was a legitimate temp agency?”

“Hey, Amber, calm down. If you’re uncomfortable, I won’t pursue it further, and you’re welcome to walk right out of here. But if you’ll let me, I think I can set you up with something you’ll really enjoy doing for a while. This isn’t a permanent thing, obviously, but you could put quite a bit of money away in just a year or so, and come back to your career later, when the economy’s better.”

Perhaps sensing that I wasn’t about to get out of my chair, he continued, more confidently.

“And for the record, my business is completely legit. I’ve found work for lots of people over the years, in perfectly normal careers. But catering to the high rollers is how I make the bulk of my money, and when I find someone like you, Amber, well, I just can’t pass up the opportunity.”

“Alright, I’m listening.”

“OK. First off, some of these guys don’t even want sex. They really do just want some pretty arm candy for an evening out, and have the resources to pay a lot for that service.”

“Sounds easy enough. So it’s just a matter of being charming, intelligent and beautiful, I can do that!”

Jake smiled. “I know you can, Amber!”

He paused, looking deep into my eyes. “Then, of course, there are the majority of my clients, who do want more. Let me tell you a few things that might reassure you, because I can tell from talking to you that taking money for sex isn’t something you’ve considered before.”

“Uh, no, definitely not....”

“Alright. I hold the card of confidentiality with these guys, most of whom have wives or girlfriends, or at least a professional reputation to uphold. So, they promise to treat my girls with respect. I tell them what you are and aren’t willing to do, and they honor that. If you ever feel uncomfortable, you’re free to walk out and you’ll get paid regardless.”

“Um, OK, sounds like I could live with that.”

“You take these jobs one at a time, I pay you for each one as they happen, and you’re free to walk away anytime.”

“And how much money could I make?” I was more and more intrigued, but still couldn’t imagine agreeing to this unless the money were really amazing.

Jake stood up, walked around his desk, picking up a pad of paper on his way, and scribbled something down before sitting on the edge of his desk directly in front of me. Wordlessly, he handed me the notepad. Just as silently, I read what he had written, reading and re-reading it to make sure I’d seen the number correctly.

“Per month?”

“Per week.”

“Yikes! And I can walk away anytime?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well, then, sign me up.”

“Good, Amber. You’re making the right decision, I promise you. Now, you still need to audition.”

I was still adding up numbers in my head, planning my future investments, when the last of what he’d said finally broke through my daydream.

“Huh?”

“Well, Amber, I need to find out a few things before I can start setting up jobs for you.”

“Such as?”

“How well you perform under pressure, for example? How effectively you can seduce a perfect stranger? What you are and aren’t willing to do? Sexy as you are, I do have to make sure you know what you’re doing.”

As I’d already begun making plans of how to spend my newfound wealth, there was no way I was going to let this job slip through my fingers. And given my competitive nature, I took his questions as a challenge. I decided to answer with actions, rather than words.

I stood up, tossed the notepad with the obscene dollar amount written on it to the floor, and keep my eyes fixed on his as I slowly began to undress. Jake smiled, clearly pleased at my initiative, and watched as I exposed more and more of my beautiful skin to him. First to go was my fitted cashmere sweater, one button at a time undone until it slipped from my shoulders to the floor below, leaving me in just my bra.

In an awkward moment, I reached out of habit for the bottom of my bra, as if to pull it over my head as I usually would do with the A-cup garments I used to wear. Blushing, swearing at myself in my head, I quickly recouped, taking a step towards Jake and turning my back to him so that he could undo the bra clasp himself. He eagerly did so, firmly grasping my perfect breasts in his hands as the bra fell away from my body.

He kneaded my hard nipples between his fingers until I could barely remain standing from the excruciating pleasure. I took the opportunity to turn around, fall to my knees, and quickly free his already-bulging cock from his slacks and boxers. Before he could speak a word, I had taken his entire length into my mouth and deep into my throat, and was looking up at him with my gorgeous green eyes.

“Nice work, Amber. Perhaps a few more minutes of this, and then you can show me what other skills you possess?”

I nodded and tried to respond verbally, resulting only in a muffled sound, at which he chuckled. I continued stroking up and down on him, my hands finding his balls and tickling them in rhythm. Despite the occasional gag as he pressed deeper into my throat, I think I impressed him with my abilities, as he responded by forcing himself ever more firmly and forcefully into me.

Just as I could barely take any more, barely breathe from around his huge cock, he pulled out of my mouth, lifted me to my feet, and took my hand, pulling me to his desk, where he motioned for me to put my hands against the leather desk-top and spread my legs for him. He positioned himself behind me, pushed my skirt up to my waist, and pulled my panties aside, once again taking my tits into his big, strong hands as his hard cock teased my pussy lips.

I pushed back against him, eager for him to enter me, but he held off, continuing to rub against me as my juices flowed over his cock, lubricating it even more than my mouth had already done. Finally, unable to take the suspense any longer, I looked back over my shoulder at him with an eager gaze, and he immediately plunged into me.

I couldn’t help but cry out, and then kept up a steady moaning as he pounded furiously in and out of my dripping-wet pussy. In between gasps for air, I managed to encourage him with dirty comments, asking him to please fuck my tight little pussy harder, faster, harder, faster...

He slowed his motions a bit, and leaned in towards me, whispering in my ear, “I don’t suppose you’re up for a little back-door action?”

“Well, I’m not the most experienced in that area, but I’m not a virgin, either!” I couldn’t help but remember my first anal experience, with my boyfriend Jason - something I never would have done except for the need to compete with my nemesis Danielle and her huge tits.

“May I?”

“Be my guest. Fill my tight little asshole with your giant cock!”

Perhaps knowing from experience that the best way to do these things was to jump right into them, he pulled out of my pussy and forced himself into my ass in one smooth motion. I screamed with a combination of pain and pleasure - mostly pain at first, frankly, but quickly building into a tantalizing pleasure.

I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to cum, and he pushed me over the edge when he reached around and began fondling my clit with his fingers. I began riding out the waves of pleasure as I felt his orgasm approach as well. Just as I was coming down from my high, he began to jerk, moaning as he pulled out of me and shot a huge load of cum all over my bare back.

“Alright, Amber, I think you’ll do just fine,” he said as I stood up, turned to face him, and we both began to clean up and make ourselves somewhat presentable. “Let me make a few calls, and I have a feeling you’ll be booked for the weekend.”

“Sounds great, Jake. Thanks so much for the opportunity,” I said to him with a wink, doing my best to approximate a professional tone as the juices were still dripping from my pussy.

Couldn’t have done it without the tits, I thought to myself as I left his office and pondered the days to come.

TO BE CONTINUED...