After my bachelors degree was over, I started my job hunt but there weren’t many opportunities for a sociology major in the market. That was when a job posting for the post of an executive secretary to the CEO of a major marketing firm popped up on my LinkedIn. Facing a severe dearth of options, I applied for that position and surprisingly I was called to the interview. The day of the interview, I wore a black shirt that was just a little bit too low cut to be interview appropriate and a pair of trousers that were so tight that they looked like they had been painted on me. When I walked into the CEO’s office, I found out that he was in his mid 30s and very, very desirable. He had an aura of arrogance around him that made me want to get down on my knees and unzip his pants even before he was done reading my resume. Curtailing my inappropriate thoughts, I managed to get through the interview. It may have been my imagination, but I often caught him staring at my cleavage. It was either my bra size or my grades that got me the job, but based on what I know about men, I’d vouch for the former.
My first few days in the office were spent establishing a rapport with my boss, Ritwik, while also undertaking the daily responsibilities of being an assistant. But things started to move much more quickly when Ritwik was standing close behind me at a presentation being made by a vendor in a crowded conference room and I started to gently grind my hips on his crotch. Since I was wearing a flimsy dress, he could feel every curve of my hips against his body. A moment later, I could feel him getting hard so I started to grind harder, up and down. I heard his breathing get faster and so I dropped my pen and bent over, so he could see my scandalously short dress get even shorter. When I stood back up, he pulled me closer to him and put his hand up my dress, and under my lace panties.When his wandering fingers came up, I gently guided his hand to my clitoris. Following my cue, he began to massage that spot, almost making me moan. He continued doing this for the remainder of the meeting, and just before I was almost about to orgasm, he pulled his fingers back. When I turned around to face him, he had a sly smirk on his face as he licked his fingers, slick with my wetness.
After the meeting was over, he called me to his office to send a few documents to the HR documents, and I could clearly see the outline of his hard cock on his well-fitted trousers. There was so much sexual tension between us that neither of us got any work done that evening and we both had to stay late the next day to finish up. While everyone left, and Ritwik continued working in his office, I took off my heels and opened a couple of buttons on my shirt and rolled up my sleeves to get more comfortable. As someone who always worked with headphones on, I didn’t realise that he was standing behind me until he put his hands on my shoulders and began to massage them. When I turned around in surprise, he looked at me, barefoot with my shirt almost halfway open, exposing my bright pink pushup bra and he automatically started to bite his lower lip. He exhaled and pushed me back into my seat and continued to massage me, only this time he slowly slid down my bra straps and unhooked my bra before I realised it. While I was topless, the cold air of the office and the excitement and anticipation of what was going to happen made my nipples erect and hard. This change did not go unnoticed by him. He spun me around, and let his hands move lower to my breasts, somehow caressing and squeezing at the same time. He picked me up and put me on my table, and put his mouth on my nipples.
The moment his mouth closed around my nipple, a wave of arousal swept and everything turned to a haze, except the man in front of me and the things his mouth was doing to my body. He had started with some persuasive licking at first, but after a few moments, he began to suck on them, hard enough to make me feel the pleasurable, insistent pull of his mouth. When the arousal became too much for both of us, he began to open my skirt, but the tiny zip wouldn’t budge, and he grew too impatient to try any longer and just pushed it up roughly, bunching it up around the waist. Then he spread my legs apart and put his head between my thighs, kissing and licking my inner thighs just to tease me and make me beg for it. But I am not a patient woman, and when I had enough of the teasing, I put my fingers in his hair and pulled him towards me. He responded to that by licking my crotch through my panties. The pressure of his tongue through the thin fabric of my thongs was driving me wild, when he quickly ripped them off and started to lick my clitoris, harder and harder while I was twisting and pinching my own nipples to make the experience even more intense. When I was almost dripping wet, he put my hands on his belt, indicating that he wanted me to take off his pants. I took them off and knelt before him, submissively. He asked me to open my mouth, and then forced his entire penis into my mouth, making me gag. Seeing me enjoying his harshness, he began to face fuck me repeatedly. When I could tell he was about to have an orgasm, to my surprise, he pulled out of my mouth and asked me to give him a handjob.I held his shaft and put some spit on it for lubrication and started to slowly move it up and down, when he began to moan softly, I increased my speed and began to stroke him faster. Just a few moments after, he had an orgasm and finished all over my heaving breasts and he ordered me to clean up every inch of his shaft with my mouth and lick up all the cum he had spilled on me. When I was done cleaning him and myself up, he zipped his pants back up and said, “Don’t wear any lingerie tomorrow. We have plenty of work to do.” As I smiled and turned away, he spanked me hard on the ass to emphasise the nature of the work that awaited me the following day.
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