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This is the story of how I got my first “real” job. I had worked in retail while studying but now I needed to get something 9-5. I had applied for loads of things but hadn’t had much luck.
Then I signed up with a recruitment agency. The guy I met was a typical recruiter; late 20s, shiny suit, not bad looking but a bit cocky. As I filled out my paperwork I became very aware of him checking me out. As he had told me on the phone that this wasn’t an interview I hadn’t dressed up especially; a long figure hugging black Lycra skirt, sandals and a tank top.
After the paperwork was done he led me to a back office to discuss what I was looking for.
“How about secretarial work? I know a guy who is looking as we speak and I think you’d be ideal?”
“I’m up for anything”.
“Good girl”
He winked at me.
“Make sure you dress nicely for him. Lots of pretty girls are tempted to dress ‘seriously’ for interviews. Don’t be one of them. I’ll give you a call after to see how you got on.”
The following day I was up early, planning my outfit. In the end I decided to go for a dark green dress. It ended above the knee but wasn’t so short as to cause issues. The neck line was cut low enough that when combined with a really good push up bra gave a good hint of cleavage. As it was chilly out I considered tights but I’ve always hated how they feel around my stomach, so in the end I went for hold up stockings. It’s not like anyone would see them I reasoned. To finish everything off I plumped for a pair of killer 6″ heels. I wanted to make sure I took the recruitment guys advice.
I arrived 20 minutes early for my appointment, which was scheduled for midday. After having the receptionist rudely ignore me a tall, dark handsome Irishman came out to get me. He was in his early to mid 30s and wore what was clear even to my untrained eye was an astonishingly expensive suit. As soon as he called my name I genuinely swooned. He introduced himself as G.
I followed him through the open plan office. There were 8 or 9 guys working back there. We finally arrived in what I assumed was his office (although I later learned it was his fathers). He sat behind the ginormous desk, crossed his legs, looked me over from head to toe and then invited me to sit.
“So J from the recruitment agency sent you?”
“Eh…no it was P who sent me.”
His eyes widened and he sat up in his chair.
“Oh P sent you? That, is, interesting.”
After that the interview took a fairly normal course; what I did in school, where I wanted to be in 5 years, how I would cope being the only woman in an all male office, etc.
As things were starting to wrap up he turned to me and said;
“I like you sweetheart. You haven’t got any experience but I’m sure you can taught what’s necessary. Thing is we are a very close team and it’s impossible to tell from a situation like this if you have a personality to fit in or not. Let me take you for lunch and maybe we’ll see”.
He took me to a small hotel nearby. As we settled in at the table the hotel’s owner came over. He was obviously a friend of G’s. gebze escort
“We’ve finished refurbing the top floor,” the hotel owner said to G.
“I’ll have to go check it out before I leave.”
We ordered lunch and G got a bottle of wine to go with it. We chit chatted for a while. Discovered we knew some people in common. As the bottle of wine went down I started to flirt with him. He didn’t seem to be all that interested.
As we were preparing to finish up, G left me and went over to reception. He spoke to the the guy on the desk and then he came back with a room key.
“They’ve just spent £2m doing up these rooms, want a little sneak peak?”
As we rode the lift up there was an awkward silence. I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I knew what I hoped might happen. At the same time I wanted him to think of me as a professional and as someone who would fit in with the team.
When the lift arrived at the 6th floor G strode out and then down the corridor. He knew exactly where he was going. I quickly followed after him, my heels making an audible click on the tiles.
G arrived at room 606. I thought to myself “that’s close to an ominous sign”. I took a furtive look around before I followed him through the door. As soon as I did G close it behind me.
With the blink of an eye he was right up in my personal space. His presence pushing me back up against the door.
“Do you really want this job darling?”
I nodded.
“Are you willing to do as you are told?”
I bit my lower lip in thought, then nodded again. I had a feeling where this was about to go next.
“On your knees then”.
I looked him in the eyes, trying to judge how serious he was. He stared back at me unblinkingly. I knew what my options were.
There was only ever one realistic choice. I sunk into position and looked up at him.
“Open wide”.
I opened my mouth and stuck my tounge out just a little. He unbuckled his belt as I watched his every move. Although I was incredibly nervous, the knowledge of the situation I had gotten myself into was getting me extremely turned on. I couldn’t wait to see what he had to unleash upon me.
G undid his trousers and then dropped them and his boxers to the floor. His circumcised 7″ cock sprung right to attention. I had never seen a cut cock in real life before. I was transfixed by how the lack of foreskin made it look so different. The helmet looked so big and bulbous. G’s cock was rock hard with veins all over the shaft. It was slightly curved towards me.
“Stop staring at it and put it in your fucking mouth.”
He grunted at me as he put his hands on top of my head and guided my open salivating mouth onto his dick. I reached up to wrap my hand around the shaft. G pushed my hand off.
“Uh uh uh. Keep your hands in your lap.”
He slid his cock slowly into my mouth.
“And look up at me. I want to see those pretty blues eyes.”
Every time I had sucked cock before this had been on my terms. I had done it out of obligation and got it over with as quickly as possible so gümüşhane escort that I could move on to the main course.
I knew this time was going to be different and I was eager for it. G stared into my eyes as he slowly pushed my head further onto his throbbing cock. Millimetre by millimetre I felt him fill up my mouth. Then I started to feel it approaching my throat. He obviously felt it too.
“Keep looking up at me girl…Just focus on breathing through your nose…That’s it, you’re doing well.”
I did as he suggested, focused on breathing through my nose. About three quarters of his dick was now inside me. I had never been even close to this deep before. I was really keen to impress him. I was hopeful that if he kept slowly easing it into me I might actually take it all.
Then all of a sudden my gag reflex kicked in. In my eagerness to swallow his whole cock I must have stopped focusing on my breathing. My eyes teared up, I felt like I was choking and I immediately tried to pull my head back.
I felt his hands on the back of my head pushing against me. I fought for breath as he pushed his dick back into me. I fought the urge to bring up my hands and pull away. He smiled down at me.
“Good girl, take my cock like a good slut”.
I smiled up at him, I realised I was enjoying this. I allowed him to push his cock deep into my mouth.
After 10-15 seconds he started to pull back out. As the head reached my lips I took a deep breath and quickly pushed myself onto it, taking as much as I could. I heard him gasp as I did it, then his hands grabbed my head by the hair and I felt him tense and hold me in place. I was more prepared for it this time and as I started to gag I kept myself calm. As the gagging increased I started to struggle against him again. He held me down.
Then as I started to push my hands against his thighs to get his cock out of my throat so I could breathe his ripped my head off his dick. As I gulped down some oxygen I became aware of the thick string of saliva running from my open mouth to the base of his slick shaft.
“Enjoying yourself?”
I nodded, unable to speak.
“Then get back to work or you won’t get the job”.
I immediately stuffed as much as I could of him into my mouth. He pushed my head the last inch or so down. As I started to gag once more I felt him move his hands from the back to the side of my head.
He started to pull his rock hard cock out of my throat but before it left my mouth completely I felt his hands clamp my head in place. Then he proceeded to fuck my mouth. His dick penetrating my lips over and over. In and out, as I focused on making my mouth as tight as I could sucking deeply on him.
After a few minutes of him using my face like a pussy, he pulled out.
“Stand up!”
I did as I was told.
“Go put your hands on the desk and bend over”.
I walked over to the desk, doing my best to be seductive as I did so, knowing he would be watching my every move.
I took up the position and looked back to him. He grinned as he followed izmir escort me.
“Lift up your skirt and let me see you”.
I reached back with my right hand, pulling my dress up around my hips, exposing my stockings, suspenders and little boy shorts.
“Look at you, you dirty little whore. Were you planning to get fucked today?”
I shook my head.
“I just hate tights and stockings work so much better for me.”
“Me too”, he grinned.
He reached underneath me and started to rub my already wet pussy.
“Mmmmm, your itching for this aren’t you?”
“Please fuck me. I need it”.
I felt him pull my panties to one side and one of his fingers slide into me. I pushed my hips back towards him, enveloping all of it. He slowly started to work his finger in and out of me. I started to ride back and forth on it, moaning gently.
He eventually pulled out and I felt his cock in the small of my back. I felt him wrap my hair up in his left hand as he guided his cock into me with his right.
“Spread your legs wider.”
I felt his feet kick at mine. I opened my legs wider, then I felt him put his feet in between mine making sure I couldn’t close my legs easily.
His cock was now rubbing up and down my pussy lips.
“MMMMMM please put it in me.”
“Look at me in the mirror. Now tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want your cock deep inside me.”
He grabbed hold of my hips with his hands and pushed himself all the way into my soaking wet pussy.
“OOOoooooh god yes.”
I groaned as I finally felt complete for the first time in days.
He started out slow and gentle but still insistently filling me up. His solid man meat squeezing right up into the pit of my stomach (or so it felt). I bucked my hips back towards him to take every last millimetre.
He reached up and grabbed my hair in his hands, pulling my head, while his other hand pushed down on the small of my back forcing me to arch my back. He started to speed up his thrusts into me.
I knew he was close, I just hoped that he wouldn’t spunk in my pussy and that I would get off before he finished with me.
“Look at me you little whore. Tell me where I’m going to cum”
“In my mouth?”
He grinned.
“Your going to cum all over my dick first though aren’t you?”
I nodded and bite my lip. He thrust even deeper and harder into me, staring into my eyes as he fucked me bent over this desk in a hotel room. As I thought of what the future held if I got the job like this my orgasm came. I felt my pussy clamp down on him.
He couldn’t take much more. I felt him tense up.
“On your knees, quick.”
I scrambled into position just in time as he exploded. Luckily I had my mouth wide open and he had good aim. Almost every drop hit the back of my throat. Warm, hot, salty and delicious. I gulped it down as quickly as I could.
He laughed.
“Greedy girl aren’t you? Clean yourself up, I want to finish lunch.”
He started to fix his trousers.
I rushed to make sure all the spunk was off my face and adjust my panties. He had already started to make for the door.
Within a few minutes we were back at the table. G signalled the waiter and asked for the desert menu. As the waiter handed me the menu he stammered
“Sorry Miss… I think you…eh…have some…Mayonaise on your dress.”
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