It's no secret that teenagers always want money, but the pay for a part-time job is not all that great. When it came to my paychecks, they always felt a little light for as much effort into the job. I was only seventeen when I started but I always volunteered to stay late and worked the weekends just so I could buy the clothes I wanted and keep my car full of gas.

What really hit hard was when our reviews came around and I was given the base of a two percent raise. I knew I deserved more than that. I mean, even one of the other girls that hardly ever worked got that. So I decided to bring it up with my boss, Mr Jackson.

Now, Mr. Jackson always hired what I most would consider pretty girls. We all were slim with nice hair and put on makeup every day. It was also obvious that he enjoyed looking at us. There was more than one occasion that I caught him staring at me and other girls. Not to mention his office door was locked a lot. It's worth mentioning that the security camera feed also was in his office.

One night I made sure I was very well dressed when I decided to ask him about getting more of a raise. I had my hair in a ponytail and unbuttoned my top two buttons, showing just the top of my bra with enough cleavage. My makeup was on point with the sexiest shade of eye shadow I could find.

I waited until it was closing time to ask him. I knocked on his door after everyone else was gone. "Enter," he said through the thick wood door. I took a deep breath and stepped in closing the door behind me. Standing just inside his office, straight and tall. I swallowed my fear.

"Mr Jackson, I'd like to talk to you about my raise," I said in a soft voice. "I believe I deserve a bit more than what the others have gotten. I work harder, more hours, and never say no to more hours when asked," I stated.

Mr Jackson looked up from his computer screen with a look of disappointment. Then he leaned back on his chair. I could feel his eyes look me up and down.

"Come closer, Amy." He motioned me over.

Stepping forward as seductively as I could, I made my way to the front of his desk. His eyes more intently looked me up and down.

"You make some good... points, Amy, but it's just not in the budget. I could make you a lead but that might require some... late nights."

I see a slight grin come across his face as those words come past his lips. I knew what he meant by late nights. I had walked by his office on more than one occasion and heard the sounds of banging coming from his office, as well as his grunting.

"I, I think I can do that," I whispered as I started to become more confident in the conversation. "Yes, I can do that." With more confidence in my voice, I said, "I'd love to spend some late nights here with you." My posture was now more sturdy than ever.

Mr Jackson looked at me with a smile on his face. "You would, would you?"

He stood up from his chair and walked around his desk. I followed him with my eyes.

"Keep looking forward, please."

I felt his eyes on my ass as he stood behind me. He got close to me, and I felt his breath on the back of my neck. "How much of a raise do you want, sweetie? And how bad do you want it?"

I knew I had his attention. "Another two dollars an hour and paid vacation," I said.

I felt his hands caress my hips. His fingers gripped my body. I knew what I was in for and fully accepted it.

"My, that's a lot to ask from someone. Especially if the person asking isn't skilled." His words zapped the energy from me. "We might have to spend some... quality after-hours time together to train you up." His voice had the obvious point of sex involved.

I raised my hands, slid over his, and gilded them to my B-cup breast. "We can start tonight if you like, Mr Jackson."

His hands slipped over my neckline and plunged into my bra as he cupped my breast firmly. He rolled my nipples between his fingers and I let out a moan as he kissed my neck. I felt his hard cock pressing against my butt

"Mmm, I'd like that very much, Amy." He pulled a hand away from my breast and slid it down the front of me to the buttons on my pants. His breath was deep and filled with lust as he started to unbutton my pants. Each one coming loose with ease. With the last one undone, his hand slipped under my black lace panties and started to play with my clit and labia.

"You like that, Amy?"

I closed my eyes as he explored my body, only letting moans escape. As much as this was a business deal, my body was asking for it. "Oh god yes, Mr Jackson."

My body was on fire. Every ounce of my mind focused on holding back my orgasm, but it was too much. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I gasped for air as my hands gripped his wrist, holding it in place as his fingers teased me. I doubled over and my hands hit the desk with a smack. "Aahhh, god!"

Mr Jackson pulled his hands from me as I regained control. He pulled my pants down to my knees and I felt the air against my exposed skin. He pushed me back over as I tried to stand upright.

"No, baby, you stay right like that."

I soon felt his cock sliding up in, down the rack of my butt.

"Mmm, hope you're ready for some dictation."

His cock slowly slipped inside me. My folds opened as the dead of his cock pushed deeper into me. "Oh, you are a tight one, ain't you?" He whispered. The pressure kept traveling deeper and deeper as he slipped his cock into me. I felt his balls against me when he finally pushed his full length into me. "Are you ready for this baby? Do well tonight; I might make you assistant supervisor."

I let out a moan of acceptance, then he pulled almost all the way out and slammed into me. "Aaaghh!" I screamed. His cock his hard into me as his balls slapped my clit.

"Holy shit, Mr Jackson," I said with a bit of surprise and happiness. His cock liped slowly back and slammed forward again. Mr Jackson's hands gripped my soft white flesh as he kept the rhythm. Every time he slammed forward, I'd gasp.

He started to move faster and faster. My moans became louder as he pounded my pussy. "Oh god, yes! Please, Mr Jackson! Please fuck me hard!" Waves of pleasure started to come across my body. "Oh god! I'm...I'm gonna cum! Ooohh god!" My walls clamped around his cock as my legs started to weaken. He pushed me closer to his desk so I wouldn't fall. My legs shook as he pinned me to the top of his desk.

"That's it, cum for me. Cum all over my cock." My orgasm subsided, and I faced down on the desk with Mr. Jackson's cock still buried deep inside me. He slipped his cock out and pulled me off the desk. Then he turned me around and pushed me back on it.

"Take your shirt off," he demanded.

I did what he asked and pulled my shirt off as he positioned himself between my legs again. Stepping on my pants and forcing them off my legs, "Tell me, Amy, are you on birth control?"

I looked up at him, hesitated, and said yes even though I wasn't. I wanted that raise, and I didn't want him to think that he couldn't do what he wanted to me. Including coming inside me.

"Good, cuz I'm going to fill my new personal secretary full."

This time, he didn't go slow. With as much force as before, his cock slammed into me, and I let out a scream. The only thing that kept me from going over the desk was his firm grip on my hips. He grasped my clasp on the front of my bra and unhooked it, freeing my firm B-cup boobs.

"Oh god, oooh, god, yes!" I moaned over my gasp. All the while, his eyes fixed on my boobs bouncing as his cock rammed into me hard.

"You want that raise?" He asked with a low groan. I answered yes with a whimper in my voice. "Then you want to take my cum, don't you? Say it, Amy. Say it!" he demanded. His tone turned more of a controlling husband.

"Aahh, I...I want... oh god; I want to take your cum!" I barely managed to get the words out before my next orgasm came over me. "Aaaugh fuck me!" I screamed. My small, seventeen-year-old body went stiff as my hips thrust up to meet his cock. I felt his cock start to swell and then he let out a loud grunt. His warm seed splashed inside me. Spurt after spurt went almost immediately into my cervix.

"Oh yeah, you're definitely going to be worth the pay!"

He let his cock stay in me until it went soft. As it fell out, a stream of our juices fell out. Trickling down my ass and onto the floor.

"You best clean that up before you leave," he said as he wiped his cock on my thigh before putting his pants back on and walking to the door. "Oh, and you should probably clean up before you go home."

I lay there on the desk for a moment. My pussy was full and leaking the juices that were just made. I was out of energy and felt like I had just run a marathon. I sat up and clipped my bra back on. After using my panties to clean up the mess that started to run down my leg, I slipped my pants and shirt back on. Stuffing my cum stained panties in my back pocket, I headed out.

Mr Jackson met me at the front door.

"You best get your rest, Amy. You have a long weekend of training ahead of you." I slipped past him and felt him grab my panties from my back pocket.

"Oh I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to keep these."

I looked back at him and tried to force a smile. "Sure, Mr Jackson. I'll see you tomorrow then."

I felt dirty for what I had just done, but I wanted that money and was willing to put up with this thirty-some-year-old man fucking me to get it. Besides, he was actually good at sex.