New job. First day. Everyone was kind and hospitable. I was a writer working directly under the editorial staff. They had sought me out and made an impressive offer, so I took the job, even though I didn’t know exactly what I’d be doing.
My boss was Anna. She was in her mid-30’s, a bit younger than me; petite, graceful, and unassuming. She wore a mild disposition, but behind her glasses she was well-known for her uncompromising acuity, competence, and practicality. After joining the company she had risen quickly to Editor, and had distinguished herself as a leader and mentor. I found her strangely appealing, in a librarian-ish sort of way. We had only met once in the interview, and I was already beholden to her - apparently, she recommended me to the executive staff and lobbied for a generous salary. They didn’t question her, of course. I already liked her…the type of woman who gets what she wants.
I was hanging a picture in my new office when she stepped in. Heels, knee-length business skirt, and a light, striped blouse.
“Are you getting comfortable,” she said, smiling.
I nodded and thanked her for her hospitality. I said I was looking forward to getting started. She said she was delighted, and wanted to share a few more details regarding my position.
“I’m going to get right to the point.”
She looked directly into my eyes as she twisted a lock of brown hair on her shoulder.
“You aren’t as innocent as you seem…are you?”
I tried desperately to think of what she could be talking about. They had my background check. It was clean, of course.
She moved closer.
“Are you…” she said gently, with the slightest smile.
I was intensely curious what she was talking about. I stood still and silent as her mouth approached my ear.
“Oh, I’ve read all about you” she whispered as her hand gracefully slipped down my pants and gently embraced my phallus. “And I want to read more.”
She released my genitals and backed away slightly.
“You write that blog. I know you do.”
I felt my heart start pounding. ‘Oh fuck,’ I thought.
“You’re a very dirty boy.”
I was speechless…thinking of the things she must have read…
“I’m going to go back to my office now. Your first assignment is to sit down and write something. Make it dirty. That’s why I hired you. Post it within the hour. Then, exactly one hour from now, report to my office for your first review. Do you understand?”
I nodded once.
“If you are not comfortable with this assignment, please resign now. This will be an essential part of your everyday obligations.”
She turned and left, all business.
I sat down half-confused, half-terrified. 'Holy fuck, did that just happen?’ I logged in and, in desperation, wrote out the scene that had just taken place. As I did, I described her delicate features, her penetrating eyes, her exuberant determination. I wrote about the subtle want in her whisper…the natural way her hand entered my pants and effortlessly found my cock, slowly turning her velvet fingers around it. As I wrote I grew increasingly fond for her, and my terror evolved to arousal, then infatuation. 'I’ll give her dirty,’ I thought. I decided I would write about fucking her in her office on her first day…
I walked in and saw her at her desk, staring at the monitor. She looked up at me knowingly. I closed the door with a 'click,’ and she began unbuttoning her blouse. I advanced. She observed me as she rolled her chair back against a cabinet, holding her breasts. I stood in front of her for a moment to take her in, to admire her eyes, her lips, her neck…my story girl, in the flesh. I couldn’t help but worship her as I enjoyed her pleading eyes, her body squirm subtly in anticipation. Yes. This is what she wanted from me. No. This is what she lives for. To be the fantasy…the goddess. My sex goddess. I fell to my knees in front of her, pushing her skirt up as it bunched around her waist. I pressed my lips softly against her labia, my tongue penetrating her moist and eager lips. Her hand found the back of my head and applied the slightest pressure to increase the intensity as I fulfilled her requirements. She spread her legs wider, breathing heavily with sighs of pleasure, yearning. I wanted her ready for me. I wanted her hot cunt desperate for my throbbing cock. I needed to give it to her hard and fast. I wanted to tell her this as I lapped, growling it into her ear. My mouth was occupied, but I knew exactly what she was thinking. I knew she was thinking about how much I wanted to push my hard cock deep insider her…to pound into her hard and fast…to not stop until I explode inside her…deep inside. She can see these words on her screen as I bury my head between her legs, pressing two fingers into her molten maw. She is completely open and responsive, allowing my mouth to take her…to occupy her body as the lust grows intense…deeper, darker…granting access to her twisted, insatiable inner sex freak. Such a stark contrast from her polished exterior. Her moans drive me crazy…knowing she needs this insane office sex fantasy realized…not just today, but constantly…as I make a career out of furnishing it for her. I think about the next day, the day after, as my mouth pummels her swollen clit. I decide I need to fuck her.
I stand up and remove my pants as she bends over her desk, softly pleading for my cock. Her legs are spread and I place my hands on her hips and squeeze as I enter her. After the first moments of penetration I turn greedy and wrap my hands around her waist, then thrust relentlessly, deeply. I want to use her…I want to hold nothing back. This is how it has been written, and I advance toward orgasm, using her as an object of pure pleasure. “Oh, please. Do it. Come in me.” she whispers as I thrust from behind. I reach forward and grasp her long wavy hair. She knows this means I am about to empty inside her, and she responds with gentle squeezing, encouraging me, coaxing me to the edge. I engage her ferociously, flirting with the point of no return, fully exploiting her body…transforming it into my vehicle of ultimate pleasure. I finally feel the involuntary vibes rising from within, and shudder, breaching the cusp of the inevitable. I drive forward and wrap one hand around her waist, pulling her against me. Rigid, I close my eyes as waves of pleasure spill a deluge deeply inside her. My cock remains until the last waning quivers and then I withdraw, releasing the strands of her hair from my fists.
We clothe ourselves, exchange parting words, and I await my next assignment. I walked in and saw her at her desk, staring at the monitor. She looked up at me knowingly…
“Now do it.”