As I walked into the modernized office building, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.
I was about to interview for a secretary position with Mr. Jameson, who I had heard was a young and handsome man.
With my resume in hand, I approached the reception desk.
“Hello, I’m here for an interview with Mr. Jameson,” I said to the receptionist.
She smiled and directed me to his office.
As I entered, I was immediately struck by Mr. Jameson’s good looks and charming demeanor. He extended his hand, and I shook it, trying to hide my nervousness.
“Nice to meet you. Please have a seat,” he said, motioning towards a comfortable chair across from his desk.
The interview started smoothly with standard questions about my qualifications and experience. I was able to answer them confidently, but as it progressed, Mr. Jameson’s questions took a more challenging turn. He asked about my organizational skills, and I stumbled over my words, struggling to articulate my strengths.
Just when I thought I had blown the interview, Mr. Jameson surprised me with a question that had nothing to do with the job.
“What’s your favorite position? With a body like yours, I’m certain you’d make guys very happy in any position.”
I blushed, but only from the embarrassment of being caught off guard by such a personal question. It was true though, I did have a great body. It’s something I have been told many times. That I have a body that can get me anywhere. I have butt-length black hair and firm breasts which I’m proud of. Hence, I don’t wear bra’s so the shape of my tits can be seen. I also wear mostly tight shirts where my nipples poke through the material. And I love revealing my flat stomach through cropped tops and half-buttoned blouses.
After a moment of awkward silence, I replied, “I don’t know… I haven’t tried them all yet.”
He laughed, and we both began to talk about the sexual positions we had tried before.
As we talked, I could feel myself getting aroused. My panties were beginning to dampen. His eyes remained leveled with my half-exposed tits while he placed one hand on my leg and started to move up underneath my short skirt. He went further and quickly discovered that I was not wearing any panties. His fingers started to explore my pussy, and I let out a little moan as he placed two of them inside me.
“I think I’d like to try that favorite missionary of yours,” I said, smiling shyly at him.
He looked back at me and nodded, saying, “Not so fast, bunny, let’s see if you can fully wake the beast.”
He stood up and removed his pants, exposing his large cock. It was already hard, and I could see precum oozing from its tip. I felt the wetness in my pussy increase, and I couldn’t wait to get this guy off. I walked towards him, got down on my knees, and leaned forward taking his cock into my mouth. He tasted salty and sweet at the same time. I swirled my tongue around his head, then slowly sucked his shaft until I reached the base. He looked down the top of my blouse at my barely covered tits as I was not wearing a bra and my top was a deep v-neck clearly showing my cleavage. If I bent, people would have a perfect view of my tits and nipples.
As I continued sucking him, I spread my legs open and placed my fingers in my pussy.
As he looked down at me, I felt his cock get harder and bigger in my mouth. I released his cock and started to lick his balls. As I licked, I started to wank him off. I could hear him gasping with pleasure. Shortly after, he came and spilled his cum all over my blouse.
“Fuck, sorry about your blouse,” he said panting, “Still up for that missionary?”
I nodded, still kneeling in front of him.
He picked me up and laid me on his desk.
He pushed my skirt up to my waist and pulled my blouse over my head revealing my big, but not overly large breasts. My light peach nipples pointed straight forward. He kissed my tits and spread my legs apart, positioning himself between my thighs.
He looked at me and asked, “Do you want to do this without a condom?”
I nodded and he smiled, sliding his cock inside my pussy. I gasped as he filled me up completely. He held my legs tightly as he started fucking me. I instinctively grabbed my breasts, arching my back. I felt his thrusts getting harder and faster.
He kept slamming into me and I felt my pussy dripping with juices.
I knew I wouldn’t last long.
I felt his cock swell within me and I knew he was close.
I wanted him to cum inside me.
I wanted to feel this stranger’s hot cum inside my pussy.
My pussy was getting wetter and hotter.
He began grunting, and he held my legs tighter.
“I’m gonna cum,” he whispered in my ear.
“Cum inside me,” I urged him.
And in time, I felt his cock swell even more and he exploded inside me, filling me with his cum. I let out a loud moan as he shot his cum inside me and I shook with my climax.
He stayed inside me for a few minutes, kissing my neck and tits.
“Shit, you’re a real slut. I was right, you do make a man very happy,” he snorted.
We both laughed and he withdrew his now softening cock from my pussy. As I sat up pulling down my skirt, I felt the warm liquid running down my legs and I smiled feeling satisfied with myself.
After we both put our clothes back on, I took a deep breath and thanked him for the opportunity to interview with him today. I went on to express my genuine excitement about the prospect of working with him. And even made him a sexual offer that I’d work tirelessly to please him.
Mr. Jameson seemed taken aback for a moment, but a grin spread across his face.
“Well, that’s certainly a unique way to start and end an interview,” he said. “I’ll consider.”
I walked out of the office, his cum still leaking from my pussy. As I walked passed a few employees and the receptionist, they all stared at my top covered with dried cum.
I could feel my cheeks burning red with embarrassment but that night I found myself masturbating to thoughts of him and his cock.
A week went by and I never heard back from him. I began regretting my actions, assuming that I was only used as a slut. A slut who didn’t even get the job.
About four weeks later, I received a call from Mr. Jameson, offering me the position. He apologized for the delayed response and explained that my confidence and determination in making the job mine, and of course my sexy body were what truly had won him over.
As I accepted the offer, I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that most thanks to my body, I had turned a near disaster of an interview into a successful job offer.
However, I was mostly overjoyed that finally, I’d get the opportunity to tell Mr. Jameson about my pregnancy in person. I hoped that I had not only secured a job but also found a boss who would be a supportive father to our baby.
