I’ve been married for 12 years and not once did I think, I would end up cheating on my wife; the woman I hold dearest to my heart. Worst of all, it was with someone I had met for the first time.
On the first day of work as I stepped through my office doors, I made a pledge to always keep things professional and to never let a woman tempt me to cross the line.
Well, I fucked up on that one.
I can remember it as though it happened yesterday. It happened after many days of countless interviews with a set of bullshitters. They were far from being qualified for the position until someone “worthy” finally walked through that door.
My first thought upon seeing her slightly skimpy outfit gave me the feeling that she wasn’t going to make it pass the first question.
She wore a bright, red two-piece, normal office attire. Except the top was fitted so tightly it revealed the full shape of her breasts. The skirt was no better, giving a generous view of her knees. She was distractingly beautiful. She had pillow-soft lips that could make a dead man sing. I should have marched her out of my office right then and there, but I was too caught up in the admiration of her figure.
“Good morning sir.” She greeted me with a bright smile, her hand outstretched but I already had my fill of handshakes for the day.
“Good morning young lady, have a seat.” I could tell by her facial expression that she felt embarrassed and a little thrown off by my curt tone.
She pulled the chair gently and sat down. The first thing that caught my eye was her red underwear. Her skirt was too short. There was a slit in the middle that I hadn’t seen at first glance. It revealed enough for me to feel a sudden pulse in my pants.
I could tell that her clothes were custom made since I myself was a man who enjoyed wearing custom made clothing.
Why the fuck would she have the seamstress put a slit in the middle knowing God damn well that the skirt was already shorter than Ezzy Rattigan’s career.
Did she do it on purpose? Once again, I felt a throbbing in my pants and found myself staring dead center at the spot between her legs. Hoping not to arouse suspicion, I made myself busy by looking through a stack of folders on my desk.
“Ah, here it is,” I said as I pulling out a file hoping to block the alluring view of her legs. The file was blank but she didn’t need to know that. I couldn’t believe I was still staring. I tried to focus on the file in front of me. I reminded myself that I was a married man. I looked up at her face for a quick second but once again my eyes drifted. This time to her chest this time. I could see the out-print of her nipples. Why the hell were her nipples so hard? Was she sexually aroused?
My mind wandered for a bit. Why was it straying so much on this particular young lady? She was not the first beauty to walk through my doors. I tried to focus but a strong gust of wind from the window behind me blew one of my pens off the table. It landed near her feet. Smiling she made a show of getting up and bending down to pick up my pen. I held in my breath as it caused her skirt to ride up revealing the red lace panty she was wearing.
My eyes could not look anywhere else. The lighting in the room made her underwear transparent. I could see her split. It wasn’t long before I felt my dick rising. It had been years since I’ve seen a pussy so enticing. The more I stared, the more my dick got harder. All I could think about at that moment was removing her underwear and …
A slight tap jarred me out of my perverted thoughts. I had been so caught up in my fantasy that I didn’t realize that she was standing in front of me, twirling my pen between her fingers, amused. She glanced at her legs then back at me. She’d caught me red-handed. I reached for a bottle of water choking back my embarrassment.
“Did you like what you see?” she asked.
“Excuse me?” Was I hearing things now? Did she really just asked me if I liked what I saw? I was too embarrassed to make eye contact so I kept my eyes fixed on the table. The best way out of this was to begin the interview and get her out of here fast.
“Do you have any experience in Computer Analysis?” I asked.
“I asked you a question first,” she said crossing her arms. It made her chest pop out even more.
“Did… you…like…what… you saw?” Her voice had become low and seductive. I shifted in my seat trying to conceal the effect she had on me. I am a married man and I was not about to let this young lady tease me into doing something that would pierce my heart with guilt.
Mustering up a stern voice, I looked at her directly and said, “What haven’t I seen already? I find your work attire very inappropriate for the workplace much less our establishment. If you think you can use your body like most women do to get whatever you want then this interview is over. See your way out!”
I started shuffling some papers around.
Without a word, she stood up with the intention of leaving but then her eyes wandered down and caught sight of the solid outline of my dick jutting out in my pant. I could tell by the look on her face that she was about to come at me in full force. I couldn’t have been more right.
She sashayed over to the side of my desk and without permission, ran her fingers along my hands. The nerve endings in my fingers started to pop off. She made her way behind my chair. She bent down resting her breast on my neck. Her firm nipples rubbed against my skin. Leaning over she whispered in my ear, “It’s obvious that your body has a different opinion.”
I’m a married man, I’m a married man. I had to do something and I had to do it fast because my sense of morality was going on a long vacation and my body was starting to take over. I tried to move but my body wasn’t listening. My mind was spinning, remembering the enticing view of the split between her legs I’d seen earlier.
My energy to resist was quickly waning. However, I had to at least make an attempt to break free from this seductress but it was too late. She had already unbuckled my pants. My eyes closed on their own accord and all I could feel was her soft hands gently rubbing the tip.
It made no sense to resist now so I gave in. In that moment, I forgot that I was married. Forgot that I had been faithful to my wife for the past 12 years. Now I was just a man completely under the spell of a 23-year-old young lady who I was supposed to be interviewing for the new position.
“Yes, I love what I saw,” I said answering the question she had posed earlier. “And I want to see more.”
I leaned back in my chair and allowed her hands to have their way with my dick.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are and what voodoo you worked before you stepped in my office but when I rest this dick on you, you’re going to realize that you made the biggest mistake in your life .”
“My name is Keisha but you can call me Ki Ki for now and the name of the spell is called do whatever it takes to get the job.”
Ki Ki pushed back my chair giving herself more room to kneel down in front of me. Without warning, my pants were pulled down and Keisha started slurping on my dick. I could feel my dick rubbing against the walls of her throat. Her deep throats were to die for. If she went down any more, my dick would be swallowed whole. She handled it like a professional. Her head game was off the chart.
The things she did with her tongue was a skill that couldn’t be developed overnight. Those moves must have come from an ancient book that was only attainable by a certain few. At one point, she wrapped her tongue around my dick, gripped it as though it was a hand, and stroked it. Next, she feasted on my balls. My dick was ready to explode.
“Don’t stop, I’m about to come.” My voice was on edge.
“Don’t you dare cum before you taste this pussy.” She immediately stopped playing with my dick and slipped out of her red lace panty. She laid down on my desk and spread out her legs like a plate of food ready to be devoured. It was obvious that she enjoyed sucking on my dick. Her pussy was dripping wet.
“What are you waiting for? Are you going to just sit there and stare?” She didn’t give me a chance to respond. She grabbed my head shoved it down between her legs. Automatically, my instincts kicked in and I started sucking on her clit. She tried her best to hold in her noise as I rotated my tongue inside of her.
She had done a great job with my dick so I wanted to return the favor. While I sucked on her clit, I rammed two fingers into her wet pussy. As I continued to ram them in and out of her, she started to make some unruly noise so I used my left hand which was free, and cupped it over her mouth.
I had her in an awkward position but I could tell that she was enjoying the touch of my tongue and the penetration of my finger inside her to care. Her fingers clawed into my back. She was about to cum as her nails made their way into my flesh. I increased the pressure of my tongue and the speed of my fingers. I could feel that she was ready to explode.
“Don’t stop, I’m cumming…” she eked out. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop, suck me harder. I’m about to…”
Just like she did to me I stopped just before she was able to climax.
“Why the fuck did you stop!” she asked angrily while trying to catch her breath. “I was just about to cum.”
“I know. I’m just returning the favor.”
“That’s different. I stopped because I didn’t want you to come in my mouth. I don’t do that shit.” She made her way off my desk fixing herself.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
“What does it look like, I’m doing? I’m going for my underwear”
“And who told you that I was finished with you?”
She shot me this look as though I was talking a foreign language and continued to walk towards her underwear.
“We had enough fun for one day,” she said. “You will get this and more after you hire me.”
Instantly, everything added up. She came here with the intention of seducing me into giving her the job. By her composure, she thought that she had won and maybe she would have but there was no way for me to guarantee that she would give it up after I gave her the job and I was not about to let that well seasoned tight pussy walk out of my office.
I rushed over to her and grabbed her by the hands. I bent her over my desk, raising up her skirt so she could feel my dick on her pussy.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? I said we had enough fun for one day.”
“The fun isn’t over until I say it’s over. You think you can come in here and tease the fuck out of me and just walk away with a job. I have to make sure that you’re fit for the position,” I said in her ear while I slowly rubbed my dick on her pussy. I could feel her pussy slightly jumping. I knew she wanted this dick. Before she could answer. I shoved it in her. She made a slight outburst as it went in.
Her pussy was still wet from earlier. Damn it was tight. I could feel every inch of her walls squeezing my dick. It had been years since my dick has been in such a tight hole. It was so good that I began to lose control. I started ramming her so hard that she tried pulling forward to ease away from some of the pressure. She got herself in this mess so she’s gonna have to deal with every inch of my dick. I braced her down on my desk and started applying more pressure.
Her breathing began to get heavy and she could no longer hold in her sounds of immense pleasure. I quickly reached forward with my right hand and once again cupped her mouth, bending her head back slightly. She must have liked that because her pussy started dripping. I knew she was about to cum because she started biting my hands. Her body began to tense and her legs began to shiver.
I was not too far behind. My dick got rock hard, I was seconds away from cumming. Instantly her pussy started overflowing. I knew she had cum. It was just the moisture I needed to finish the job.
Without permission, I released everything inside of her and collapsed in my chair. It took me a few minutes to catch myself. By the time I looked up at her she had already made fixed herself and was looking at me waiting for confirmation.
“Now you can leave.” Our eyes locked. “The position is yours. See you tomorrow morning bright and early.”