The ad seemed simpleton enough."service wanted. Full-time study in a pro atmospheric state. responsibility include but are not modified to…"All that collective jazz. I wasn't in love with the piece of work sprightliness, but my mom sure wanted me out of the house and working again, so I wore my right suit ready and made an appointment.

I wasn't really thrilled with the suit. I was more than of a dress daughter myself, but hey, ‘ dress for the job you want.'And I wanted the job. Living rent-free with my mom sounded great in possibility, but the lack of freedom was… restricting. She cooked the meal for the two of us, which was definitely sort, but… I kind of overleap having self-direction over my own meals. If I skipped a meal, like a practiced mom, she'd ask why. Then I'd tell her I had a riotous food meal with my friends, and even though she likely didn't care… some section of me just felt guilty.

Staying out late wasn't something she forbade, but she was a visible radiation sleeper and I was kind of clumsy. I'm sure if I asked, I could bring a boyfriend or something over, but… yeah. If you know, you know. There was no way in the pits I was doing that while I still lived with her.

I wanted my own place, living in the urban center by my own mean. And she wanted me to make expert use of my business degree. So, here I was, at Parallax organisation, with precisely zero previous body of work in the office industry, looking up at the several-stories-tall building, doing my honest not to get moth-eaten feet.

Like all office edifice, the place was a snarl, though luckily a helpful proletarian at the front of the building gave me the focusing where to go. It was one of those buildings that had several potbelly in it, so I had to go through various hallway and two elevators just to notice my way.

At the end of the last hall, I saw a windowpane into another room with the blinds down. The window read,"Parallax Systems : The Optimal Solution."God knows your job would fail if your tagline actually included what you sell. Giving a keen exhale and clearing my throat, I opened the doorway to ascertain a waiting way of form, with some kind of secretary typing away.

Like me, she was wearing a grey wooing, but unlike me, it complimented her black skin beautifully. I was always a little embarrassed of my paleness - it seemed like no subject how severely I tried to tan, I'd either remain painfully blank or get badly burned. She had a kind of nates face when she typed, but the residue of her was hidden behind her computer and desk. Upon seeing me, her derriere face disappeared, revealing instead a dazzling smile that almost made me think she was in the wrong industry.

"Hello there ! I assume you're Rachel ?"

I smiled."Yes, I am !"

"Hi, I'm Jennifer. Welcome to Parallax ! Mr. Laurent is just finishing up a meeting right now, but he'll bombilation me as soon as he's done. Would you care to submit a butt ?"

"Oh,"was all I said in response. I could get flustered easily, and it was gain this poor woman had to do a lot of PR work given her professional voice. I walked over to the chairs on the other side of meat of the room and sat down, playing with my thumbs.

I think I just wanted to be distracted by anything rather than thinking about the forthcoming interview, but Jennifer was distractingly attractive. God knows I wasn't thinking about it for any reason former than jealousy - I didn't swing that way - but she was the type of somebody who was definitely a headturner.

I know everyone goes unbalanced for blue eyes, and call me a self-hater, but I wasn't crazy about my own blue eyes. blueing eyes just didn't do it for me. Jennifer's were a beautiful lighting brownness, the uncommon kind of optic you only see once a year or something, the kind that make you halt in your tracks and say,"Woah."My own blonde tomentum was done up hastily in a kind of ponytail, but Jennifer had these rude braids going on that drove me crazy with envy. They looked so good on her that I began to finger as though I should make spent to a greater extent time on my tomentum, in display case this was a affair Mr. Laurent liked in his employees or something.

I frowned and looked down. It probably was not helping my confidence to keep comparing myself to this woman, especially a woman already working for Mr. Laurent, and trying to attend for conflict. Something in the air was making me nervous. It was likely the impending doom of the consultation coming up, but… if felt like there was something else going on.

Was it the temperature ? No, it wasn't too hot or anything. The place had that ‘ bodied air conditioner'vibration to it, where it was slightly insensate than it probably should throw been, but not frigidity enough to be bothersome. Well, if it wasn't the temperature, what could it have bee-

"Oh, by the way, did you happen to fetch a second copy of your resume with you ?"Jennifer interrupted me out of nowhere.

I shifted in my fanny."Uh, no, should I have got ?"

"No, no, it's okey. I was just thinking, perhaps to help you out, I could look over your resume before the interview began, just in case there's something I know Mr. Laurent will point out or something."She flashed me another smile."Just looking out for you !"

"Oh, that's s-sweet,"I replied. What was legal injury with me ?"Are y-you indisputable ? I don't want to trouble you from your work."

"Oh, don't worry about me !"she replied, smiling warmly."I'm, uh, actually nearly finished my workload for the day."

I looked at the clock, then back at her."It's not even lunch yet !"

She chuckled and gave me another dazzling grinning."What can I say ? My handwriting know how to get the job done."

The way she said it wasn't suggestive or anything, just said factually, but I could feel myself blushing. I could be a short crowd-shy at time, but I never got this flustered usually. What was I on ?

I turned away to my tote bag, hoping to conceal my nerve from her until my blushing went away, and retrieved my resume from my bag."I just have the one, but if you want, we could go over it, if you want."

She smiled at me, clearly used to flustered conduct from interviewees."Sounds like a plan,"she laughed."May I see it ?"

I handed the newspaper to her, for some understanding deciding to quash looking her in the eye. I needed my iconic steely resolve that everyone totally knew me for, so I couldn't spend it frivolously on anyone but my interviewer.

She smiled and raised her eyebrows at me as she took the paper, accidentally touching one of my finger's breadth in the mental process. For whatever reason, I retracted my mitt and went quickly to sit back down, leaving her to look over my resume while I sat, waited, and moved my second joint together in my seat.

After a few irregular, she lifted her principal to where she thought I was, then confusedly looked over to where I was. A confused expression still painted on her human face, she half-chuckled at me."Don't you want to go over this together ?"she asked me, a musical quality to her representative.

"Uh… oh,"I mumbled, getting up, squeezing my branch together subconsciously."Yeah, of course."I walked over to her, leaning against the desk and craning my neck so I could get a honorable view.

Of the resume. The survey. Don't get me wrong, from my stage of view, it would have been all too light to get a look down her suit jacket if I wanted to, but this was a professional work environment, she might have been a future coworker, and plus, I wasn't into girls. It just wasn't me.

Jennifer started going over the curriculum vitae with me, pointing out sure thing on the paper and explaining to me which things I should emphasise and which things I should skitter over, supplementing the advice wirth arrow about Mr. Laurent, the character of doubtfulness he sometimes asked, and what he's looking for as answers. Eventually I had to put a hand down on the paper and give up her.

"Jennifer… if I can, uh, predict you Jennifer…"I clumsily began. I was definitely blushing. I had no clue why though.

She laughed puzzledly."Feel exempt ! I mean, that is my name…"

"I really take account this, but… why are you helping me out like this ? Do you assist out all of the citizenry that come here looking for a job ?"

Jennifer looked down and bit her lip, smirking. I felt my cause crown get soaked across my tit. I shifted in place."Okay, fine, you got me,"she half-laughed."true statement is, Mr. Laurent has a bit of a… measure around here. A few basic first moment. And along the way, I've gotten to understand a lot of those expectations, and make a brace of my own. So, I help those who…"She looked back up at me."…I want to get the job. You know, my favorites."

My breath was caught in my throat. I squeezed my thigh together again. Was I getting… wet ? No. This had to be some kind of coincidence or something. I gave a nervous chuckle and looked back at her."And I'm… one of your favorite ?"

She gave me that brilliant grin. The one I was feeble for."You're certainly impressing so far. I'm just doing what I can to help someone out. Us girls sticking together."

I looked from the paper slowly back to her brass. She said nothing, but smiled at me and looked back down at my resume. Her aroma was so strong it practically clouded my vision. I couldn't describe her olfactory property - some kind of combination of perfume, something deep and fruity, blend with… something else deep. It's like, a smell you've smelled before once, but only once, and it's the serious matter on the planet. You just want to keep inhaling it forever. Forever.

"Did you see me ?"Jennifer's interpreter brought me back to lifetime."Your brain seems… elsewhere."

I gave my head a shake."Uh, sorry. Nerves. Could you repeat that ?"

Jennifer stared at me for a few seconds and finally cleared her throat."Is something going on, Rachel ?"she asked me.

"No, nothing,"I lied. Of course something was wrongly, I could experience a heat growing between my ramification, burning brighter by the minute, to the extent where I wasn't going to be able to stand for lots longer."Just nervus !"

"Because it seems like something is wrong,"Jennifer continued, standing up."And if something is bothering you, we can't have you seeing Mr. Laurent like that."She was maybe a few inches from my face."And as his secretary, it's my duty to make for certain the consultation goes as smoothly as it can,"she continued, speaking just above a whisper.

I couldn't ignore it anymore. No, fuck it, I couldn't take it anymore. My poor pussy was practically pulsing in my trouser. I didn't know what was going on today, or what came over me, but I needed this woman, badly. I didn't aid how, but I did worry when - right now.

I don't know who made the first movement, me or her. I didn't care. Within a moment, our overt backtalk were attacking each early, our dead body practically sealed by the sassing, with our well-dressed bodies mashing and grinding up against each other, all endeavour at nicety and politeness gone. I melted, bringing my weapon system around Jennifer, and in response, she grabbed my body, still kissing me passionately, and slammed me against the bulwark, making a worryingly loud noise. Her tongue invaded my mouth as she ground her coxa against me with a function and passion I had never felt before for any man. All I could do was try to keep on up and consume her tongue and submit to her, which I eagerly did.

I have no clew how much time had passed before she finally retracted her mouth and loosened her grip on me. When she did, she smiled at me through pixilated, half-squinted middle, like I was a conquest she had won or something. I had been with so many men that thought they came across like that, or that they were these alpha skirt chaser that had me begging and subservient for them, but I never felt anything like what I felt for this adult female right at this bit. Still looking at me, she made her way over to the face door, locking it, inspecting the blinds in front of the window afterwards. After she was satisfied that no one could peek in, she put a digit to her sassing and picked up her phone, dialing one turn and putting it to her ear.

"Hi, Mr. Laurent ? …Yes, I'm with her now. …Actually, we were hoping to get a bit longer in the pre-interview… yes, that's right field, just a few matter. You understand, right ? …Wonderful ! …Yes, we would, is it too a lot to ask the others to use the rearward entranceway if they need to ? …Fantastic, thank you so much."She put down the speech sound and looked at me hungrily."We have the room to ourselves."

Even though I was wet and never wanted anyone more, the extremeness of the office was starting to get to me."C-can we know for sure that no one is going to just break in on us ? A-and the noise-"

Jennifer put her finger to my lips and donned her most innocent manifestation."Good employees know how to say many affair in few words,"she told me in a very serious, yet almost sickeningly sweet voice."And as we all know, legal action speak louder than words."

With that, she launched on me again, pushing me back against the bulwark, aiming for my cervix this time. All cerebration of jumpiness and ‘ what if'left my brainiac as I could cerebrate about nothing but her hot back talk on my neck, her hips pushing and grinding against mine, and the moans coming out of my mouthpiece without my intellection, groan I had never even heard myself urinate before.

I ground my hip joint back against her and felt the very welcome trespass of her teeth in my neck, biting down hard, but not too hard. Enough to create me whimper and wiggle. While I was busy being enveloped by the pleasure of her kisses and insect bite on my neck, Jennifer was busy working my cause jacket off, and once I had come back to the land of the sustenance enough to realize what she was doing, I helped her work my jacket off, rewarding her with a view of my white undershirt. It was solve from her hungering glance that she wanted to see me with the shirt off too, but she was preoccupied with her own wooing crownwork first.

I gasped when it came off. Even through her work shirt, it was clear that Jennifer wasn't wearing a bra ! She noticed where I was staring and gave a low joke."Surprised ?"she asked seductively, her spokesperson like butter, as she undid her buttons one by one."Ever played with a woman's boobs before ?"she asked knowingly, nearly all of the button undone.

I shook my head dumbly, staring at her chest.

"Mm, I thought not. Good, I like converting straight miss. Now come here and see what you've been missing,"she ordered, releasing her shirt with perfective tense timing.

I was such a tomfool to think she had a utter consistency with clothes on. Her pinhead were absolutely unadulterated. They were the Saame shadowiness of brown as the relief of her flawless skin, with the elision of course of her much darker nipples. She had such cute areola, shaped with lilliputian polka-dots of black that came together, instead of my exact circuit Jennifer would no doubt be seeing soon. Her mammilla stood proud and set up, with her result one pierced ; my pussy throbbed at the melodic theme of sucking that one kickoff. I came into this berth thinking I wasn't into girls, but now here I was, realizing her punctured nipple was one of my great fetich ever.

It wasn't long before we were on the floor of the business office, my back against the piece of tail carpeting of her secretarial assistant power with her dangling her perfect fat tits in my face, telling me to suck them. I couldn't ascendency myself and greedily took the perforate one, taking it into my mouth and sucking hungrily.

Jennifer winced and lightly pulled back at the sudden pain."Easy, baby !"she laughed with pain in her voice."I know they're irresistible but you got ta go slow. Run your tongue over them. Tease me before you dive into it. Build up to the pleasure, don't just rush into it."

I eagerly obeyed every purchase order she gave me like a niggling puppy, eagre to please her and be pleased in return. I would get done anything for her. She smiled so confidently as she mashed her physical structure into mine from above, making me her little bitch. I loved the feel of her body on top of mine. I could get so very used to this. I wanted to get this job so badly, just so I could walk into work to be greeted with this every day.

She cooed as I got better at pleasing her and sucking on her beautiful wonderful bosom. She began to flirt them into my brass, getting more and more into it herself, her grinding on me becoming subconscious. She was losing ascendancy, and wanting it nearly as badly as I did.

She kept biting her seat lip and smiling hungrily at me, knowing that she was corrupting me in every way she wanted to. I was becoming someone different than the woman who entered this building. I could practically finger my thoughts rewiring to only need her, to please her, to love her. And she was loving every second of it. Eventually, she began shuddering on top of me, and held up a hand to get my attention."Alright, Rachel, that's enough. You've done very well, and I think you deserve to sleep with what it feels like yourself."

I practically ripped my shirt off as soon as she got off of me, earning a soft chuckle from her. She helped me undo the shoemaker's last few release, smiling at me and stealing every osculation she could get from me along the way. Eventually, the shirt was off, but I, being a prude, still had to loosen my bra. What was I thinking, bringing this lightheaded thing with me here ?

When my bra was off, Jennifer took some meter to take account what was in front of her. She eyed me all over and, as always, bit her bottom lip in seduction. Her light brown eyes focused on mine."You're so beautiful, Rachel,"she told me in awe. Without another parole, she inches forward, bringing her mouth to my chest, looking me in the eyes and nodding before continuing. I nodded back.

She extended her glossa forward, and began slowly, opting to tag upwards to my nipples from the middle of my bureau instead. She arrived at my good mamilla and began kissing instead of licking, barely making contact lens with my tit even once. I groaned in intimate frustration, and she looked up at me and grinned through the candy kiss as she continued. For the future few minutes, or at to the lowest degree what felt like it, she would quash my nipple, kissing all over, but never on the fleck I wanted her to hit. At the moment when I opened my mouth to object, she flicked her lingua across my teat for the 1st time, and, weakly as I was for this cleaning lady, I almost had an orgasm rightfulness then and there. I was so shake up and compose up by this beautiful writing table, and she had me lying down in her office, my pussy throbbing, all just from licking across my nipple once.

And she did much Thomas More than just that. Once the floodgates had been opened, Jennifer began kissing, sucking, licking, and even lightly biting my nipple, all while her hand played with my former. No one was even touching my pussy and yet I felt like I was in heaven. I squirmed and practically spasmed in space, feeling the heat of Jennifer on top of me, moaning and calling her gens, all while she did way less than any of my former boyfriends had done to me combined. So why was I feeling so much more for her than I did for any of them any time they tried to pertain me ?

I couldn't wait any prospicient."I w-want to eat you,"I could barely get out, while Jennifer still had her beautiful lips wrapped around my nipple. Once I said this, her brow shot up and her mouth came off me with a light ‘ pop.'“ Is that so ?"she purred, standing up."I admire your ambition."Not waiting for me to tolerate up or even sit up, she began taking her pant off for me, not being shy in the slightest about being naked in her own office.

With the way this racy minx thought about bandeau, I was almost expecting her not to endure any scanty either, but when her pants came off ( having to almost peel them off of her delicious wide rosehip ), they revealed a pretty black duo of step-in that looked a petty skimpy to be wearing underneath a suit. She started to take them off, but apparently had a good idea.

She motioned for me to sit up, then ordered me,"On your knees."I did as she told, and she smiled at me."So, have you ever seen a woman's slit in mortal ?"I shook my heading no nervously."Good girl. Well, you're going to get acquainted with it soon, so do us both a favor. Get your pass in decent and airless. Take a cryptic breath."

I gasped at her request, but readily did what I was told. I leaned my head in, past the point of no return, until my nose was against the material of her panty, and breathed in.

Then again. Then another one. Then a hungry lick. This was the smell. This is what I wanted so badly, without even knowing it, from the moment I entered. I was licking her like a dumb fornicatress over and over, losing mastery over myself as I breathed her in. Jennifer laughed and ground her hips against my face."Yeah, I thought you'd like that, you little whore,"she told me in a husky vocalism. After a few seconds, she pried my face away and removed her step-in, letting me see my first pussy in person.

It looked absolutely mouth-watering. I don't know what I was expecting, but from the instant I first saw it, I was for some reason so glad she didn't shave. Her puss was covered in hair and pussy with her arousal, with her clit seeable even through the fuzz, just waiting for me to take how to do her cum. I looked up at Jennifer with puppylike slavish obedient little eyes, silently pleading to get closer again so I could learn to eat it. Smirking, Jennifer gave me the okay and I dove in.

Much like with her dumbbell, I had no cue what I was doing at first, though I was much More aware this time, partially due to Jennifer's demonstration, that less is more. I began by experimentally licking her sheepfold, and paying promiscuous tending to the clit, though I was top-notch gentle with hers knowing that mine was incredibly raw. The more I played with it, the more than Jennifer's groan ( and she definitely was a moaner ) let me know what I was doing right. The mental ikon of a professional secretary part, with the secretary standing naked in the middle of the room, her speechless cunt on her human knee eating her out right there where she stood, was so aphrodisiacal to me. I really wanted to spread out my pants and masturbate as I was pleasing her, but something stopped me. I think it was because this was clearly all about Jennifer's pleasure. She was like… my Mistress, and how daring I think about my own pleasance when I needed to concentre all of my time and energy on my schoolmarm'delight ? Hers was more authoritative than mine.

God, I was down bad.

I kept licking and began using my fingers in tandem bicycle with my tongue, learning to use them together to achieve what one couldn't have done on its own. Jennifer clearly appreciated my try, and moaned to the heavens while bringing both of her hands to the cover of my head and making certainly her good little girl kept licking and pleasing her. As if I would do anything other than that - my Mistress needed pleasing, and I don't deal how a good deal I humiliated myself for her or who saw me, I lived and breathed for this woman and her joy. It was the most important thing in the earth to me.

Between her moan, Jennifer kept giving me instructions on what she wanted me to do. God, it was so hot. Hearing her normally pro vocalization breaking down and giving in to her pleasure like I gave in to mine, and using such coarse words the closer she was to an sexual climax."Fuck yeah, screwing fuck fuck, you're such a good little bitch, you're my undecomposed little submissive whore, aren't you ? piece of ass yeah you are…"screw yeah I was. I loved the way she degraded me as she fucked my mouth better than any man in my life did. No man ever earned the title of ‘ Master'for me. But Jennifer won me over almost embarrassingly quickly, and now, I would receive eaten her out in public any time she asked me to. We could have been waiting for the bus, as lady friend and girlfriend - I blushed at the idea, even as I was tongue-deep in her pussycat - and she could snap her fingerbreadth and I'd be on my knees again for her in a second, sparing no intellection for the other people around us as I humiliated myself, thrusting my face into her pussy like it was the best thing I ever tasted. Because it was.

Jennifer's pitch got more and Thomas More gamy pitched and breathier as she approached her orgasm. She also got a lot rougher with me, pulling my hair and slamming her hips into my grimace, and letting me know who I was to her.

"You're just a screw short whore ! A abeyant slut, not knowing your purpose in life until you met me ! And now that you've met me, what are you going to do, squawk ? !"

I took my mouth off of her slit long enough to answer."I'm going to eat you out every day, mistress."

"Fuck right you are. You're just a dumb little sex toy. You exist for me, and my pleasure ! You're going to get so have it away serious at eating me out, and you're going to get addicted to it, if you aren't already ! Fuck, piece of tail, fuuuuuck ! !"

Jennifer practically sprayed in my face, and I loved every second base of it. She was a vast squirter, and it turned me on so much, having her juices splash across my font, or at least the juices I couldn't drink down. She had given me her mark, claimed me, made me hers. ‘ schoolmistress'was almost an insult. ‘ Goddess'was more like it. I hoped to God I would get the job and get to see that face, and eat that pussy, every single day.

We remained like that for a bit until both of us, at the same metre, remembered where we were. I would feature liked to let had my twat eaten, but there were more compact subject at hand. I scrambled around, gathering my apparel and using a hand-mirror Jennifer kept in her desk to pick my face and organize my hair so it looked as presentable as possible, while Jennifer, still dressing, picked up the phone and pressed one number on the dial.

"Hello, Mr. Laurent ! …Yes, she's ready for you now. I… less time than usual ? Well, she had a pretty impressive sketch ! Yes sir, I have a good feeling about her ! …Wonderful, I'll send her right in."She put the phone down and stared at me, re-buttoning her shirt but remaining bottomless. I don't know if it was just a weird out-of-order thing for her or if she was shirking the pants as a personal choice. She put her shirt jacket on quickly afterwards but just chucked the gasp away under the desk, answering my question, then sexily sauntered over to me and kissed me deeply.

"I'll pull as many strings as I can to make this happen,"she whispered sexily into my ear."Go in there and wow him. And afterwards, be certain to see me on the way out."She gave me another raft on the cheek and winked at me, sitting down at her desk and going back to typing away as if I never entered. I couldn't help but giggle at the absurdity of the office, then gathered my resume back together and exhaled briefly one net clip, steeling me for the interview.

After going through the door, I walked through a minor open corridor to find Mr. Laurent's elbow room at the end. I couldn't assist but wonder, if the secretary was like this, what in the hell was the boss going to be like ? Was he going to answer the door naked or something ? I knocked on the door and it was promptly opened, revealing who I assumed to be Mr. Laurent.

He was a good-looking grandiloquent middle-aged black man, in a blue blue courtship that looked good on him. He had a very serious face, but upon seeing me, a fond smile broke out."Welcome ! I trust you're Rachel ? Please, come in, take a seat."He closed the door behind me."Jennifer talked to me about you. She said she had a good feeling about you, and she doesn't say that about a lot of hoi polloi !"

I took my seat and cleared my pharynx timidly."I take it Jennifer is your secretary ?"

Mr. Laurent took a tush at his desk in an overly free-and-easy way."Ha ! In a manner of public speaking, I guess. See, that's her deed of conveyance around here, but first and foremost, Jennifer is my daughter."

I couldn't help the look of alarm from spreading across my face as I realized only then just now what I was getting into."Ah-ah-ah !"Mr. Laurent pre-emptively held up a finger to me."I see that look, and I've gotten it before. But I assure you, Jennifer is one of the shining, most restricted people I ‘ ve ever hired, if not the most. And she's an awesome mass person."Yeah, you could say that again."I assure you it's not nepotism. And trust me, you'll like her. If you get the position, you'll likely be working with her just as much as I do on a day-by-day basis. Anyway, are you ready to get going the interview ?"

I stared at him, mouth still slightly unfastened, not sure how to answer.



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