Right out of college, I had got a job at this startup tech company. After a couple of years on the sales team there, I had really made a name for myself.

With a lot of hard hours, and a little bit of luck, I was able to rise to the top on my team. I was a top producer and was given the responsibilities of helping train up newbies that came in and “mentor them” as they learned the company and the markets we worked in. I even got to interview some of the candidates early in their application process.

And then she came in for an interview. I should have paid more attention to the name on her resume or else I wouldn’t have been thrown off when she walked in. You see, her last name was Ton, and I have a huge thing for Asians (more on that to come).

The second she came in the room; it took every ounce of professionalism in me to not gawk at her like a schoolyard boy. She walked in with an air of confidence and elegance wearing a perfectly fitted blazer and skirt combo that hugged her ass just right. Her straight black hair was in perfect contrast to her white blouse that had one extra button undone.

“You must be my 9 am interview,” I said trying to not show how tight my pants had gotten.

”That’s me! My name is Katryna,” as we shook hands.

“Pleasure to meet you Katryna, I’m Spencer.”

I won’t bore you with the details of the interview, but she was certainly qualified (yes, I was able to put away my male instincts and be a true professional). Much to my delight, she impressed the managers, and she was hired a couple of weeks later.

As much as it was part of my “extra duties” to mentor her as a new hire, my cock and wanton lust towards her Asian beauty were the true reason I wanted to work with her. Over the next six months of mentoring, I had plenty of instances in her cubicle where I could sneak peeks down her shirt or see the subtle outline of her panties; making me wonder if they matched the color of the lacy bra. To top it all off, casual Fridays always consisted of yoga pants that left the viewer only wondering if she was completely shaven or just trimmed short.

I was never one to shy away from making a move on a girl. But there was something different about this girl. Of course, dipping your pen in the company ink is always a hard line to walk, and to top it all off, I was somewhat her ’superior’ and was vying for a promotion.

This left me on the outside looking in as all the other guys (and a couple of girls) tried to get into Katryna’s pants. Her ability to flip back and forth between her professionalism and a flirty college sorority girl was flawless and made her have so many people wrapped around her fingers. Periodically, I would throw a line out and try to see if anyone was able to close the deal.

“So, how did drinks with everyone go last night? I’m bummed I wasn’t able to make it.”

“Oh, we had lots of fun. You know Michelle? Well, we always like to see how many free drinks we can get the boys to buy us,” she said while fidgeting with her top button.

“So, I presume you drank for free? I bet that wasn’t the only fun you had that night.”

“Well, Michelle and I certainly ended up having some fun, but none of these boys really do it for me.” Then with a devilish grin, she said, “What did you end up doing last night that was more important than spending time with your favorite mentee?”

“Some college buddy tried setting me up with his cousin. She was cute and all, but she wasn’t really my type.”

“Oh? I bet I can figure out your type.” As soon as she said that, we got interrupted by our boss complaining about something dumb marketing had done.

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A couple of weeks later, the sales quarter finished, and as tradition holds, the VP of Sales always takes the staff out to a bar and leaves his company credit card for all to enjoy. It was during this night that the conversation picked back up.

“So, let me guess, your type is someone with blonde hair, blue eyes, and huge tits; kinda like Nancy over there,” she said gesturing towards a standard blonde bimbo.

“Well, sure, Nancy is hot and all, but she’s just like everything else out there. I like things that are a little more unique; and if I’m being blunt, I prefer things more petite.” Making intense eye contact with her.

“Oh, well it looks like your options tonight are rather slim,” playfully moving the straw in her drink around.

“I like my chances,” I said as I clinked her drink.

Later that night, some random drunk dude at the bar was sloppily trying to put the moves on Katryna. Now even though she is a black belt and could knock his ass out before the guy knew what was happening (one of the many reasons her body is sculpted and toned in all the right ways), she instead decided to use the “here’s my boyfriend” move with me to get the guy to stop bothering her.

In her signature skinny black pants and white silky blouse (that always had one extra button undone), all professionalism between us had been lost. With a couple of shots sprinkled in between some playful dancing, the night was coming to an end.

“Oh shit!” Katryna yelled as her half glass of wine was spilled over her blouse and the lap of my pants. She quickly grabbed a napkin, but instead of going for her blouse, she started to dry my pants. As cliche as it was, most of the wine was on my groin. After a couple of dabs, she could feel what was growing in my pants. 

Our eyes locked as she left her hand firmly on my lap. “Well, here’s to hoping you didn’t stain my pants,” as I finished my drink.

“My apartment is only a block away. Let me get it out for you there,” she said under a soft breath with no reference to the stain. Quickly leaving, we moved in silence towards her apartment.

“Take a seat over there, I’ll go get the supplies,” tossing her purse onto a couch. Her apartment was just what I thought it would be. Elegantly decorated to match her personal style.

As Katryna walked out of her back room, she said, “So is this more your type?” wearing only her wine-stained blouse and matching black bra and pantie set.  Finally seeing the perfectly toned body I’d been trying to image for months, there was nothing more I wanted than to ravage her body.

She quickly straddled my lap as we began to take each other in. With my hands exploring all the surfaces of her body, my longing over the last six months of trying to figure out what was under all the blouses and sweaters was finally fulfilled.

With a conveniently front clasped bra (something only women with smaller attributes can comfortably wear), I had immediate access to her perfect A cups. With nipples that did not disappoint, I lunged at them with fever.

After a handful of minutes of taking in her chest, she went to release the tension in my pants. “My god. I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve been wanting to fuck since your first day at work,” I said as she undid my belt.

“Oh please, you’ve wanted to put your dick in me since the moment I walked into that interview. I could have sucked your dick right there and got the job without saying anything.”

Now, I won’t lie to you, I know on my best day, I’m only a quarter-inch above the average size (per every study on the internet I’ve looked at) But I know I’ve always had something in my pants that was a surprise for most women.

“Oh my god!” She gasped as she finally freed my cock. “I’ve never sucked a cock with a foreskin. Jesus Christ this looks yummy,” instantly taking the head of my cock to her lips.

“Is it safe to assume this is a night of multiple firsts for you?” I said as she worked my cock. Pausing, she looked at me with a puzzled look. “Am your first fire crotch too?”

“Oh,” she giggled, “you certainly are."

After a couple of minutes of her working my cock, I grabbed a fist full of her hair, gave her a devilish grin, and said, “My turn,” pulling her face up to mine, locked our lips for a deep breath, then flipped her onto her back laying on the couch. I slowly worked my way down to her final article of clothing that was scantily covering her slit. Much to my delight, there was no hair down there.

Now, as much as I love getting head, a close second for me is going down on a girl. If you give me a snorkel, you won’t see me come up for hours. In my opinion, if you know what you are doing, you have complete control over a women’s body when your head is between her legs.

And I love control. When I’m down there, I can make her body contort in any angle; and with the pace of my tongue and fingers, I can control her heart rate.

“Jesus Christ. I haven’t had someone go down on me like that. How are you still single?”

“I’m still single for nights like these,” I said between breaths.

Within three minutes, I had her screaming out in ecstasy for the first time that night. Her pussy juices tasted sweeter after she came. Forgetting that she is a black belt, I was shocked when she didn’t need more time to catch her breath when she quickly flipped over to be on top of me. She quickly lubed up my dick with her mouth.

“I need you inside me,” she said as she mounted my cock. With how wet I made her with the attention I gave her pussy, I was able to slide my cock in with no resistance.

“God, you’re tight,” I said as we adjusted to each other’s rhythm.

“Tell me. How many times did jerk off to me? I have to be honest. There were so many times I was at your desk and all I was trying to do was to see if I could get your cock to twitch. The only thing that kept me coming back was when I would catch you looking down my shirt,” she said as she fondled her own tits.

“I always wondered why you asked the simplest questions. I didn’t want to inflate my ego that you were making some type of move on me,” I said. “As for how many times I’ve Jerked off to you, it was pretty much any time after you wore your painted-on yoga pants.”

“I knew you liked those," she said. ”I always feel so sexy wearing those, but I’m sometimes nervous I’ll be so turned on while wearing those, my juices would show through the crotch.”

Seeing her figure ride me from the top I was able to take in her form as she used her body to pleasure us both.

“Stand up. I need to fuck you from behind,” I said as I forced her off me. As she bent over the couch, I was able to take her in from behind. Then I was overtaken by something I had never done before.

With her cheeks spread, I dove headfirst into eating her ass; making her knees weak, she almost fell over. “Oh fuck!” she exclaimed trying to sturdy herself.

“Sorry. I just couldn’t resist. I won’t…”

“Don’t you dare stop. If you do to my ass half of what you did to my pussy with your mouth, you’ll make me blackout in a minute”

Waiting no further, I continued my assault on her backside, working my mouth between her pussy and ass. I then worked my thumb into her pussy so I could work her clit with my fingers, I was able to solely focus on her hole with my tongue.

“Fucking shit. Oh shit. Don’t stop. I'm cummi… FUCK!” Her body went completely limp as she fell onto the couch. This time, I wasn’t going to give her even a second to recover. I quickly pulled her hips back up and shoved my cock into her pussy.

Fortunately for Katryna, after a couple of drinks, I am somehow able to last for an eternity. It’s the perfect combo of whiskey dick; I don’t come quickly but I stay hard.

Not knowing if I gave her a third orgasm, or if her second one never truly stopped, she peaked again the walls of her pussy gripped my cock.

“Jesus fucking Christ. I need to catch my breath. I haven’t had my brains fucked out like this since college with my roommate,” she said in a daze.

Being intrigued by this insight to her past, I asked her, “You had a male roommate?”

“Oh, uh…no. My roommate and I sometimes would fool around. We even had a couple of threesomes," she said bashfully as I stood over her while my cock dripped with her pussy juice next to her face.

“Well, I’ve gotta meet this roommate,” I said with a laugh.

“After tonight, I don’t think I’d want to share you with anyone,” she said grabbing my cock and guiding it to her lips.

“You like tasting your pussy on my cock?”

She nodded yes while she continued to take my shaft in.

“How deep can you take it?” I said as I was wanting to pick the pace back up.

“Well, my roommate and I were able to train our gag reflexes out... Does that answer your question?” A moment later, her nose was buried into my trimmed pubes.

After letting her throat warm-up, I fucked her mouth like I had just fucked her pussy. Pulling out to let her breath, she stroked my cock and started to beg me for my cum.

“Coat me. spray your jizz all over me. I need to taste you.” She then adjusted herself to have her mouth open with her tongue out, creating a perfect target for me.

Those words were what put me over the edge as I erupted. The first shot went perfectly into her mouth, from there, it splattered from cheek to cheek. Not wanting to waste a single drop, she made sure to milk every ounce of cum out of my cock with her mouth.

She then grabbed her wine-stained blouse to wipe the jizz off her face.

“Stay the night with me,” she said as she rose to her feet to kiss me. “I want to wake up with your cock next to me. I know I’m going to want more in a couple of hours.”

Since it wasn’t in my nature to argue with a woman who just drained my balls, I let her lead me to the shower where we soaped every inch of each other’s bodies.

Lying next to each other in bed, I said, “So how does it feel knowing your new boss has eaten your ass and jizzed on your face?”

She gave me a confused look for a moment then said, “Well, it means I won’t be fired anytime soon.”

TBC