It is time for your third interview as my personal assistant. During your first interview, you wore a very professional suit, the color setting off your eyes and hair, the cut of the suit forming around you, showing off your lean, fit body while hiding it all. From the first second, you walked in and shook my hand. There was chemistry, a lot of chemistry. I could tell by the little smile on your lips, the way your eyes swept over my suit up to my close-cropped beard, and then to my eyes that you liked what you saw.
We managed to keep it professional during the first interview, if just barely. You noticed how my eyes dilated when you pushed your hand through your hair to push it back over your shoulder. I saw in the little mirror behind my desk how your eyes traveled over my body, locking in on my butt as I turned around to get you a drink.
During our second interview, you decided to up your game. You came in wearing a skirt that came down over your knees and a button-up blouse with the top couple of buttons undone, leaving the bottom of your neck exposed. While we talked, you absent-mindedly fiddled with your necklace, pulling your pendant up from its secure place, snuggled between your breasts into sight, and back down. You delighted as you watched my eyes dip from yours down to the pendant as you pulled it up and let it drop back down. The fire grew behind your eyes, and you smiled when your movements with the charm caused your top button to come open, exposing the very top of your cleavage. My voice cut off with a small gasp as my throat locked up, and it took me a minute to remember what I was saying. When I walked you to the door before you went out, you turned to me. You put your hand on my arm, and when you saw my hand begin to rise as I wanted to touch but drop back down, you knew I was almost yours. You just needed to give me that last little push.
My heart stops when you walk in for your third interview. You are wearing a mini skirt that wrapped around you like a second skin, barely covering the bottom of your ass. Your button-up blouse has buttons undone, exposing a large part of your cleavage, and your hair is in two braids going down over your shoulders. You walk up to my desk and lean over it, holding out your hand, causing your shirt to fall open giving me a view of your lacy bra. I half stand to greet you, unable to stand all the way, or my tented pants would be fully exposed. You sit in your chair with a small smile while waiting for me to begin.
I start by letting you know that you have been accepted as my new personal assistant and then start going over the job requirements. I start discussing professionalism and have just gone over not chewing gum when I see you reach into your purse, pull out a stick of gum, and put it in your mouth. When you see my slight frown, you blow out a small bubble and loudly pop it.
You say, "Oops, I guess I have been bad."
Then, you stand and walk around the desk. You reach up and take the gum out of your mouth and slowly, deliberately reach down and stick it under the lip of my desk.
You turn around and lean over my desk, your bending causing your skirt to rise, showing that you are not wearing panties, your lips glistening with your wetness at what you are doing. You look over your shoulder at me and say, “I guess I have been and you need to punish me.” You run your hands down to your skirt, pulling it up even higher, exposing your entire ass to me, the shiny round end of your plug peeking out between your cheeks.
I groan at the thought of what you are offering me. I raise my hand and squeeze your ass cheek, pulling it away from the other, exposing you to me more. I can see the first drops of your wetness forming on your lips as you let out a soft moan at my hand on you. I release your ass and then bring it down on your cheek with a loud smack. You jump at the contact and let out a moan. I rub the red handprint I just left on your ass. Then I smack your other cheek, causing you to jump again. I watch as the first drop falls from your lips and hits my shoe.
“You are dripping on my shoes. You will have to pay for that as well,” I say as I stand up and move to your side.
I run my hand over the handprints now decorating both of your cheeks, rubbing away the sting with my right hand. My left hand moves down and slides two fingers under your plug, causing it to pull out just a little. I spank you in slow, measured slaps, going from one cheek to the other. The handprints start to overlap as I turn your entire ass red. While doing that, I pull gently on your plug with my two fingers before pushing it back in deep with my thumb, keeping time with your spanking, out on the left cheek, in on the right. You are in a constant moan as I spank you, your juices starting to flow down your inner thighs. Unable to hold yourself up anymore, you collapse on my desk, your legs shaking, you push papers and files to the floor.
I move back behind you as I reach up and take your wrist in my hands. I pull your arms behind and cross them over your back. I grip both of your slender wrists in one hand as I sit down behind you. I move my chair up close, spreading your legs with my feet as I lean in and run my tongue along your lips. You jump at the first contact between my tongue and your clit, but I hold you in place with my hand holding your wrist. I get my first taste of your sweet honey, now reaching down to your ankles. My hand comes up to your ass cheek, pulling it open again to give me more access to you as I lick and suck my way up your pussy. Your knees bend, and you would have hit the floor if you weren’t lying on my desk. I smack your ass again as I plunder your pussy. My tongue pushes inside to get at your heat, running up and down over your lips. I stop to suck your clit into my mouth every time I reach the bottom. My teeth scrape over it as I move back up your lips.