start tomorrow. I’ll send a suitable
wardrobe to your apartment by then.” I flushed as he gave my best interview
outfit a look that I might have reserved for rotting garbage. “Give your
address to Charles and a car will pick you up in the morning.”
####
“Ms. Rousseau!” an angry voice
echoed down the hall. I cringed, certain I’d messed up yet again. Mr. Black’s
preferences were nearly impossible to keep straight, no matter how hard I
tried.
My new heels clicked on the
marble floor as I rushed into his office. “Yes, sir?” I asked meekly.
“Where is my coffee?” he growled,
his handsome face twisted into an expression of extreme irritation.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” I
blurted, my face flushing. That was something I definitely should have
remembered.
“That’s the fourth mistake you’ve
made this week,” Mr. Black said angrily, clearly not ready to let me off the
hook. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Get your coffee right away,” I
said desperately. “And apologize again.”
“I don’t think that will be
enough this time,” he said curtly, his face like a thundercloud. He rose to his
feet, glowering at me. “I am tired of your incompetence!”
“Oh, please, don’t fire me!” I
cried. “I’ll do anything!” I dropped to my knees in front of him, my hands
clasped. “Please, I really need this job!” As I looked up at him, my eyes
brimming with tears, I saw with a shock that his neatly-pressed slacks were
bulging out at the crotch. Without thinking about it, I rested my face against
his thigh, smelling the scent of his expensive cologne.
Mr. Black stared down at me for a
moment, breathing hard, then his fingers were scrabbling at his zipper. I
whimpered as his cock sprang free, my pussy growing wet as I took my first look
at the thick, veiny shaft and swollen, purple head.
“You must do as I say!” Mr. Black
shouted, slapping my face lightly with his dick, first one cheek, then the
other. I felt sticky precum smear across my skin. “Beg for forgiveness!”
“I’m so sorry,” I cried, a bit
surprised at how much I was enjoying being utterly repentant. I had developed
love-hate feelings with Mr. Black in the two weeks I’d been working for him—love
for that face and that ridiculous body, and hate for his awful attitude.
Something about this situation created the perfect fusion of the two. My pussy
was nearly dripping. “I’m so sorry, I’ll do better next time—”
As I pleaded, Mr. Black cut me
short by sliding that fat cock into my mouth. “Yes, you will,” he snarled, his
fingers grabbing my hair. I struggled not to gag as his lengthy shaft slid down
my throat. Even as the tears in my eyes spilled over my lids and trickled down
my cheeks, I felt my panties soak through with arousal. I moaned desperately as
Mr. Black fucked my face roughly. With his free hand, he grabbed the collar of
my expensive silk blouse, which he had, of course, paid for, and wrenched it
open. Buttons flew across the floor as my lace-clad breasts spilled out.
“Take that off,” he ordered, his
hips bucking rhythmically. I awkwardly reached behind my back and unhooked the
gorgeous black bra, my tits bouncing out as Mr. Black continued to use my
mouth. I felt almost animalistic as I knelt with my thighs spread wide and tits
bared, my boss’s cock plunging down my throat. I’d never been more aroused.
From the looks of it, Mr. Black
hadn’t, either. His lips were slightly parted, and small groans escaped him as
he used me just as he liked. With his hand hard on the back of my head, I
couldn’t have moved away if I’d wanted to. I didn’t. The salty taste of his cum
spread across my tongue as his cock dribbled thick white fluid. His thrusts
sped up, and I struggled to stretch my jaw wide enough for that his thick
shaft.
Mr. Black groaned desperately,
pulling his cock out of my mouth and jerking it in his tight fist towards me.
Hot, thick ropes of cum spurted
wardrobe to your apartment by then.” I flushed as he gave my best interview
outfit a look that I might have reserved for rotting garbage. “Give your
address to Charles and a car will pick you up in the morning.”
####
“Ms. Rousseau!” an angry voice
echoed down the hall. I cringed, certain I’d messed up yet again. Mr. Black’s
preferences were nearly impossible to keep straight, no matter how hard I
tried.
My new heels clicked on the
marble floor as I rushed into his office. “Yes, sir?” I asked meekly.
“Where is my coffee?” he growled,
his handsome face twisted into an expression of extreme irritation.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” I
blurted, my face flushing. That was something I definitely should have
remembered.
“That’s the fourth mistake you’ve
made this week,” Mr. Black said angrily, clearly not ready to let me off the
hook. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Get your coffee right away,” I
said desperately. “And apologize again.”
“I don’t think that will be
enough this time,” he said curtly, his face like a thundercloud. He rose to his
feet, glowering at me. “I am tired of your incompetence!”
“Oh, please, don’t fire me!” I
cried. “I’ll do anything!” I dropped to my knees in front of him, my hands
clasped. “Please, I really need this job!” As I looked up at him, my eyes
brimming with tears, I saw with a shock that his neatly-pressed slacks were
bulging out at the crotch. Without thinking about it, I rested my face against
his thigh, smelling the scent of his expensive cologne.
Mr. Black stared down at me for a
moment, breathing hard, then his fingers were scrabbling at his zipper. I
whimpered as his cock sprang free, my pussy growing wet as I took my first look
at the thick, veiny shaft and swollen, purple head.
“You must do as I say!” Mr. Black
shouted, slapping my face lightly with his dick, first one cheek, then the
other. I felt sticky precum smear across my skin. “Beg for forgiveness!”
“I’m so sorry,” I cried, a bit
surprised at how much I was enjoying being utterly repentant. I had developed
love-hate feelings with Mr. Black in the two weeks I’d been working for him—love
for that face and that ridiculous body, and hate for his awful attitude.
Something about this situation created the perfect fusion of the two. My pussy
was nearly dripping. “I’m so sorry, I’ll do better next time—”
As I pleaded, Mr. Black cut me
short by sliding that fat cock into my mouth. “Yes, you will,” he snarled, his
fingers grabbing my hair. I struggled not to gag as his lengthy shaft slid down
my throat. Even as the tears in my eyes spilled over my lids and trickled down
my cheeks, I felt my panties soak through with arousal. I moaned desperately as
Mr. Black fucked my face roughly. With his free hand, he grabbed the collar of
my expensive silk blouse, which he had, of course, paid for, and wrenched it
open. Buttons flew across the floor as my lace-clad breasts spilled out.
“Take that off,” he ordered, his
hips bucking rhythmically. I awkwardly reached behind my back and unhooked the
gorgeous black bra, my tits bouncing out as Mr. Black continued to use my
mouth. I felt almost animalistic as I knelt with my thighs spread wide and tits
bared, my boss’s cock plunging down my throat. I’d never been more aroused.
From the looks of it, Mr. Black
hadn’t, either. His lips were slightly parted, and small groans escaped him as
he used me just as he liked. With his hand hard on the back of my head, I
couldn’t have moved away if I’d wanted to. I didn’t. The salty taste of his cum
spread across my tongue as his cock dribbled thick white fluid. His thrusts
sped up, and I struggled to stretch my jaw wide enough for that his thick
shaft.
Mr. Black groaned desperately,
pulling his cock out of my mouth and jerking it in his tight fist towards me.
Hot, thick ropes of cum spurted
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