“Relax, Melanie,” I told the young woman sitting on the other side of the desk. “You’re doing fine. I’m very impressed with your skill set and the way you carry yourself.”

“Thank you, Mr Morecock.”

“That said, I have to tell you that there are a number of applicants who are more or less at your level. In the end, it will probably come down to who I’m confident will provide something a bit special, that little bit extra.”

Melanie blinked. Her full, cerise coloured lips parted as the cogs whirred. “Is there anything in particular you have in mind, Mr Morecock?”

Was it just my imagination, or was there a hint of something there? My eyes fixed on her luscious lips, I couldn’t help but flick my own with my tongue. It was a delicate situation, but from the way Melanie suddenly angled her bosom at me, I reckoned I might just be in luck. “A vital part of being a personal assistant is being able to handle difficulties. If, um, stuff got hard, how would you handle it?”

It was a crap double entendre, which Melanie responded to by sliding a hand across the nylon stretched across her knee, just below the hem of her skirt. Some applicants responded by pretending they hadn’t registered a possible insinuation; perhaps they hadn’t. The tip of Melanie’s tongue appeared as she gave the question some thought. Then she said, “I prefer the oral approach when things get hard.”

As double entendres go, it made my crude attempt seem positively sophisticated, but the way she said it put me at ease. I was safe. The young woman wasn’t offended. “Would you care to expand on that, Melanie?”

The girl uncrossed her long, slender legs. “If you’d like me to, Mr Morecock, I could even demonstrate.”

Excellent, I thought. “Excellent!” I said out loud. “Please do, Melanie. Please do!”

My cock stiffened as the girl rose from her seat. I was preparing to swivel my chair for her to come round the desk, but instead, she lowered her body and moved to crawl under the desk. “Thank you for giving me the opportunity to demonstrate the skill sets a girl can’t put on her cv,” she said. What a woman!

Melanie placed a firm hand on my crotch, before unbuckling my belt and undoing the buttons in my trousers. “Your obvious experience is a definite point in your favour,” I said, as nimble fingers reached inside my boxers to liberate my hard rod.

The young woman’s fingers gripped my shaft, her hand moving slowly up and down. “Do you have any special preferences, Mr Morecock?”

“I think for the purposes of the demonstration, it’s best if I see how you carry yourself without instruction,” I said.

“Very good, Mr Morecock.” The tip of the girl’s tongue was suddenly teasing the little slit. Precum oozed out and she immediately used her thumb to smear the liquid all over the head of my cock. A dirty little smile played on her enticing lips as she regarded the bulb.

She hardly seemed to need the encouragement, but I said. “That’s excellent, Melanie! You’re doing very well.”

“Thank you, Mr Morecock.”

Her fingers changed, holding just the tip of my cock as her tongue lashed at the root. Then it was slithering all over my cock as she slowly worked her way up, occasionally bringing her lips into play to nibble gently. When she reached the little string, more pre-cum oozed out. Her tongue immediately darted up to clear up the spillage

When her lips suddenly clamped themselves round me, just below the glans, I felt compelled to give a little more encouragement. “Yes, Melanie. You’re certainly a front runner for the job.”

This time the young woman didn’t answer, just ran her lips further down my shaft. I couldn’t help but reach out and run my fingers through swathes of blonde hair. Melanie’s head bobbed, her lips flexing against my hard cock as they moved, her tongue darting all over the place, never still.

Then she circled finger and thumb, holding the root of my cock tight as she upped the action, sucking fiercely. There was a faint hum at the back of her throat. My hands became harsher, more demanding as I pulled her on to me. She moved her hand away, allowing me to pull her right the way down. To my delight, she managed it with what I took to be practised ease.

“Very good, Melanie,” I said, releasing her. “Your experience is definitely working in your favour.”

“Thank you, Mr Morecock,” she gasped, but her mouth only came off me for an instant. Her lips became vicelike, holding just below the helmet as her tongue swirled all over the tip of my cock. Her hand was back, working hard.

She looked up at me with big, smiling eyes and I stared at her cerise lips and smooth skin. I was pretty sure she was the one, but there was one final test. “Melanie, I’ll hire you on the spot if you demonstrate that you have no fear of a sticky situation.”

The young woman slid her lips off me, tilting her head to one side as her hand kept on working. “Oh, I love a sticky situation, Mr Morecock. It brings out the best in me.”

Her tongue was back on me, but she kept her lips back, just lashing at my bulb while she worked her hand faster and faster. I wasn’t about to announce anything, wanting to see how she reacted when the spurts of thick semen struck her face. In the event, she didn’t even blink, just aimed my cock and milked it dry, humming at the back of her throat as thick ropes decorated both cheeks, and a generous helping of sperm coated those luscious, full lips.

“You’re hired!” I declared, unable to tear my attention away from the way my semen had settled.

“Thank you, Mr Morecock,” Melanie said. “I look forward to putting my skills at your disposal.”

I couldn’t help myself. “Are we talking about your duties as Personal Assistant, or as Personal Cocksucker?”

Melanie smiled, her tongue curling to scoop some of the semen into her mouth. “Both, of course, Mr Morecock. Both!”