THE NEW JOB
(the rebirth) …an event forces the main character to change their ways and often become a better individual.
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Money has a way of making sure I am on time. I finally got a new job…a welcomed step up from my last place of employment. I was grateful for both. The employment kept the lights and heat on if I showed up and worked hard. I had searched for a long time, persisted, anticipated and planned for this new office job. This was my opportunity to move up in a hard job market. I wanted a good, daylight-hours-8-5-type-of-job. This was my chance. I was ready. “You can only start from where you are.”
On interview day, I was given a tour of the job opening. My desk would have a window, a luxurious desk, and plenty of office supplies at my discretion, even a nice break room with a fancy ice machine, the chewable kind. There was filtered water, soda and a few juices all on tap. Plus there were a few granola bars and cookies. All of it just down the hall from my desk. I could see it. I loved all the drinks and light snacks available at no cost to my paycheck. The whole floor had access. It had been months of job searching, without a job, dwindling my savings, without assistance. The economy was still in a tailspin. I was ready to work in the daylight and felt lucky this time.
The job advertisement was for a “secretary to a lead executive in a high rise downtown, must have own car.” I read it with conjecture weeks previously, applied and found myself hired on the spot.
This was rare and stirred up my suspicions. It was my 15th interview and the last of my parking money so my choices were slim, so I dismissed my instinct.
The lead executive was the last person I met with during the interview. He said he liked what I offered and I would do the job well. At the time, I thought he meant my resume. His staff would “get me set up Monday” was all he said, ending the interview. Without hesitation, I accepted. I didn’t even ask why the last person left or what the pay was and just like that, I was the new office secretary.
No more salads to be made or heavy trays of dishes to be carried or people to wait on with food in a dark, dingy restaurant. I was full of pride dressing up and curling my hair the first day, preparing. Little did I know what was in store for me.
Frankly, the job was nothing like I had thought. Don’t get me wrong, the advertisement sounded decent, office work, steady hours, full time, M-F. It was reasonable in the beginning. I didn’t realize I was going to become a high rise executive’s secretary, with a secret, A.K.A., his very own daily, sex doll behind closed doors.
It was my first day on the job.
The morning flew by and the other staff had gone to lunch. My new executive boss was holding off going to lunch for some reason. I couldn’t understand why. The other office staff said I could clock out for lunch when he left for lunch, only then strangely.
My stomach growled from hunger as I sat struggling at the computer keys trying to log onto the company website. I was searching for new hire paperwork and trying to remember my new logins. Hopefully he would not be much longer and I could go to lunch and check out the new break room with my bagged lunch from home.
At least as I waited, in the silence, the lights were dimmed and no one was calling to ask more questions about his schedule. I was drowning in all the new things I was trying to remember and learn on my first day. In fact, I was totally unaware of my new boss sneaking up behind me. His strong cologne was recognizable from the interview in an instant. A tension came over me when I smelled him behind me. His scent brought me right back to when he said,
“Yes, you got the job.”
After all, deals are made when both parties agree, despite the odds. Today, this was no exception. At the time of my interview, I was so excited to hear I could keep my apartment rent paid and the electricity on. Things were looking up since then. Hope was in the air for the both of us that day.
His arms came swiftly up and his hands landed squarely on my shoulders. I yelped under my breath like a small dog and froze in place. My young body only knew to hold still in apprehension of his touch.
He held the power at the moment, not me. He slowly brushed my hair away from the back of my neck, rubbing my exposed skin up and down along my spine. All the hairs on my arms and neck raised. I was at a crossroad, aroused and afraid at the same time. He was so confident in his approach. I was so inhibited.
At this exact moment, I realized what I had signed up for. I felt his hands dipping forward down the front of my blouse. He never said a word as he searched for my nipples, finding them within moments. I felt myself get warm between my legs as he brushed over the peaks of my breast and pinched my nipples simultaneously. My nipple flesh hardened against his fingers and it aroused me. I couldn’t help it. I had to submit to him and we both knew it. My current job status depended on it.
He had calculated correctly; I needed this job. He must have sensed it in the interview. That’s why he must have hired me on the spot. It was becoming clearer by the moment. His office was our next destination. I could tell he was eager to know me on a personal level. No one was around, and things were about to get real for us both. He motioned me back into his private office.
Muttering nervously about my hunger and my “lunch in the fridge.” I looked at my watch and it was getting late, as he guided me by the arm. As we went through the doorway of his private office, my high heels snagged on the carpet. I was walking almost sideways in my tight fitting skirt and heels by the time we approached his desk. He was in a hurry. I felt clumsy and awkward, not my normal, elegant self. He had one thing on his mind.
”Let me help you,” was the last I heard as he knelt my trembling body down in front of him on my knees. He sat and leaned back in his sophisticated, leather office chair and looked down at me, stroking my long hair and grinning. His cock now exposed for me to see. He had already let it hang out. It laid to its side, warm looking and pliable. It was growing larger the longer as I glanced at it. I tried not to look, knowing it was inappropriate at every level.
I stared at him frantically considering what was next. He was soaking up the moment of me on my knees in a black skirt and delicate blouse, shaking from my nerves. He wasn’t quite sure I was ready to submit to his will or might run. I was young, hot and flush to the face with emotion. I wanted to stay and see.
To idle my racing thoughts, I tried examining his dark, expensive suit and looking around his office, but my eyes came right back to his heavy cock popping out of his pants. I had a feeling I was about to have a “protein shake” for my lunch.
With no further time to consider the risks, his rock-hard cock found its way into my mouth with one swoop of his hand over my head. My lips had opened with a wet puckering sound as he went inside like a long popsicle. He took heed to the very nearest hole I offered him and plunged in like an Olympic diver.
I was not ready for his cock, so full, in my mouth. I gagged at the intrusion and heaved as he kept me positioned firmly. When he finally let go of me, I shot back up and tried to compose myself and catch my breath. My spit dangled like a tight rope from my lips to his dick. It had been exciting but I knew it shouldn’t have.
“This time, open wider for me,” was all he said softly caressing my face.
He brought me down to all fours and scooted himself to the ledge of his office chair, his dick now eye level for me. His legs were wide and my neck was a straight shot for him now. He motioned for me to open my mouth…and I did.
I felt his warm penis flesh slide past my lips, the roof of my mouth and push against my tonsils. I began to suck and my childhood oral fixations flared back as he started to move.
I admit, my apprehensive face changed to a wide-eyed, frantic look within a few moments of him piercing me with his shaft now on all fours. So much of him could go in. With several, long pulses in my throat, his hands overtook my neck and went past my tonsils.
I tried to arch and flex only to be tightened back down like a ratchet. I couldn’t get away. I tried to accommodate all I could of him and relax, but I continued to heave hard with each push he gave. He enjoyed watching me struggle. I had never experienced this before, but I wanted to keep my job and keep trying.
Letting me catch my breath for only a moment, he let go, smiled and reassured me I was a ”good girl,” instructing me to keep my bright eyes open. I strived to hold them open as he gave another few good pumps with his hips, but to no avail.
They slid shut each time. He watched my eyes continue to roll in reflex, poised, watching me endure his presence. I found him rubbing my top lip with his thumb at the base of his shaft. He had slipped all the way in. He seemed to be admiring my new found abilities to deepthroat as his secretary.
Through my bleary, tear filled eyes, I could see my stringy slobber was building up and feel it dripping from my mouth and getting his dress pants and my shirt wet. It just made him push harder seeing my mess. My face was slippery and thick with gagging saliva by now. He wanted to feel his strength inside of me while I submitted. He was in control.
My mouth was watering profusely and my pharynx contracted in desperation to his violations. I felt shameful and deceitful to my moral values with each plunge of his cock, yet I was enjoying this. It felt wrong, but I was getting aroused…the lights were off in the room, “thank goodness.”
How could this be? I was being controlled by this man, yet turned on at the same time. I was angled in front of a powerful, smug, man taking every bit of his pent up aggression down my throat. I was letting him enter me. Just like that, I was a “yes girl” in place to comply. Secretly, I was loving my new job.
Trembling from the start, my muscles were fatiguing quickly now. I was still on all fours in front of him. My back ached and knees were burning. I was balancing the best I could. My young mandible shifted in his large hand as I was taking him all in, not quite knowing what came next.
Still I stood the course, gasping for breath like an athlete every chance I got. My mouth was slopping with spit by now. It was running down my chin and coldly dripping down my blouse. He enjoyed one long thrust after another, despite my small throat and lack of experience. I held on. I had let him inside my mouth and didn’t say a word. I couldn’t.
As moments passed, I suddenly felt my saliva glands pulse at the first taste of his precum in the back of my throat. The taste startled me as it mixed with my spit. He smiled, reading my “precum taste expression” and let out a sigh of gratitude as he oozed more precum in my mouth.
Flashbacks of discussing my scheduling, days off and benefits the day of my interview were running through my mind. Now, I was speechless with his dick rocking in me. I assumed I was performing my “other duties as assigned.”
I had no clue what I was actually doing but kept trying to perform. Was this going to be my new lunch hour every day? I wasn’t sure where to keep my hands or where to lean. This was a bit complicated. His pelvis rocked into my face with such controlled force. It was oddly satisfying, yet unfamiliar.
I felt him picking up speed and rhythm. We were finding a pattern together. I was like a sleeve on him as I balanced and flexed. Our sloppy, suction sounds were loud in his quiet office.
Soon he stopped, I was in a slight sexual daze and eventually realized he wanted a different angle. He wanted me right against the wall because he wanted his best approach to explode. Rising from his chair, he walked me over to a wall right near his desk. I was lightheaded and reeling with sparkles in my eyes from the last several minutes of sucking on him. My tongue felt thick, and my throat worn from friction. My stomach muscles were sore from heaving. From my collar bones up everything felt rumpled, wet and stretched. What was next on my list of duties?
As quickly as he stood me up from being on my hands and knees, he slid my back down the brick wall to the floor again. He grasped his wet, stiff dick, motioning me to open my mouth again. My high heels flared out from under me as I tried to sit ladylike in a tight, knee length skirt; it was impossible. Right away, he disciplined me gently on the placement of my arms and hands as he leaned over and straddled my face in preparation. He stroked himself as he admired my perfect face and neck. I was wet and cold to the air.
My heart started beating hard again and my mouth continued to water watching him knead on himself. He started to rub my lower lip back and forth with his thumb to show he was loving my efforts and wanted back in. His rough, callous skin scratched against my soft, silky lips. He wanted me to open wide again…
I was anxious and self-abasing for what was in store for me next. With my head planted firmly against the wall…he moved right back in so smoothly. I kept trying to swallow and calm my gag reflex but soon the spasms of my throat were enticing him to speed up. All I could do at this point was let my vanity go and look up at him. The white of my eyes shining up at him, showing him I was ready for whatever was next. Like a serpent he had climbed right back in. I was being violated and I wanted it.
Once inside me again, his hands came up around my head so quickly to brace me onto the wall. I couldn’t turn my head and was pinned. My jaw began to ache from his continued forced entry. By now, I had lost track of time with him. He must have loved my new enduring, unwavering attitude and stamina. I was providing him with my lovely, slippery hole to enjoy and he was about to release what he had saved for me.
He guided himself in and out of my soft, hot mouth, holding my head straight on, snug against the wall. He was soaking up the pleasure of my throat flexing and chest heaving, just feeling me wiggle on his cock. Soon my arms were above my head as he held them and continued to lean in, thrusting himself balls deep. The rushing friction in my throat, the sloppy back and forth sounds in my mouth, were all I could hear.
I had been so preoccupied, I hadn’t noticed him clenching up, tightening himself, thrusting with more of a consecutive pattern. He was getting faster at sliding my face tight up to his balls every time now. My throat had become numb to the pressure and used to the friction and motion of him. He was moving in and out with ease now.
Finally his eyes closed, his head rocked back, pushing his hips against my face, pressing me hard against the wall in several small jerks. He was cumming down my throat with his vigorous, and pent up load. I felt his cum shooting pervasively down. It was warm and smooth and unexpected. I couldn’t go anywhere as it flowed into my virgin throat. My muscles flexed, swallowed and gulped. All I could do was swallow his fresh semen.
It was like drinking from the milk jug as a child after being scolded to get a glass. I would try to gulp as fast as I could from the milk jug, but it was too much all at once. “His milk” filled up around my lips and spilled out on me, but I kept swallowing. It was running down my neck, but I couldn’t stop him from rushing his fluids into throat. It was both thrilling and scary. My jaw laid open and my throat bulged and my eyes rolled back. He didn’t let go of me until he got every last drop in. On my final gag, I realized I had made it.
After a week on the job, I learned he would not take long to cum in my brand new throat. I brought him paperwork, coffee, lunch and his dry cleaning when he asked. Most importantly, I continued to let him climax in my mouth every time he wanted.
After all, I needed to pay my rent. I knew what was needed to survive. As a matter of fact, I have been there for six months already. Planning is key to any job, so things were going well. They are hiring a new employee…
“Acid reflux meds are good to have on hand…plus the ice machine is handy too,” I said to the new girl with a smile. She was the new employee down the hall I was training. I venture to say she will do well here. Today was her first day.
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