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Job Application

By savanah

I answered an ad for Executive Assistant to an Entrepreneur. Based on the size of the office and current number of people I see the organization is lean. I expect that the job description involves multiple roles.

My name gets called out and I was guided to a office in a corner office, going through executive assistant’s work area. Stepping into a spacious, comfortably furnished corner office with a huge desk dominating a corner, the ceiling to floor glass windows keeps the area bathed in natural light. As the office is in the 30th floor with an astounding view of the city, this place probably has an even better view at night.

The door closes behind me and expecting someone behind the desk and seeing it’s empty I glanced around. That’s when I see him – my first impression was gorgeous arrogance – sitting on a stuffed chair with a phone next to his ear. He gestures for me to sit and I chose the end of the couch. I wore a dress, whose hemline rose as I sat. Little did I know that his eyes followed that hemline and settled on my 38DDs, which was the part that I caught. His eyes took his own sweet time, unrepentant that I caught him checking me out and finally settled on my face. I stared back, mesmerized by his beautiful eyes and strong jaw. My pussy tightened and my mind began to wander. He ends the call and I snap back into reality.

“Hello, Ms…” glancing down on my resume, “May I call you Savanah?”

“Please do, Mr..?”

“Oh, Nic’s fine. Short for Nicolas. Would you like something to drink?,” he asks as he rises from the chair and heads to the bar.

“Something cold, like water or iced tea would be fabulous,” I asked. Hey it was thirsty work, just sitting out in the waiting room! He gestures for me to join him at the bar.

I see that he laid out a scotch for himself and my requested iced tea. He asks questions and he does it lightly, it doesn’t feel like an interview at all. He outlines his requirements and the salary he is offering. As I have no issue with either, I quickly accept. Though, It doesn’t help that I am very attracted to him. He might have offered me minimum wage I would have agreed without realizing it. Although most of the business part has been concluded we talk a bit more and Amidst the light banter, he moves closer, standing next to my sitting position on the bar stool. As we continue to talk his hand lightly touches mine and I feel the heat of his thigh on mine. I skip a breath and forget what to say as he moves closer.

“Now Savanah, I do have a few personal requests that I’m hoping you’d be amenable to.” His thumb and the side of index finger gently strokes my face and he slowly moves down my neck, at this point my heart is racing and my chest is tightens. He looks down and is mesmerized by my formidable bosoms as I let out a huge breathe. His fingers traces my skin where the edges of my dress ends and strokes the top of my cleavage.

“Sir… Nicolas, this is highly inappropriate,” I protest weakly. “I know” he grins at me and continues the light caress, “I’d like you to wear only skirts and dresses – no pants at all.” “I’m willing to provide you with a clothing allowance, consider it as your uniform. Also, since I expect you to occasionally accompany me at functions throw in a few cocktail dresses to that set of uniforms,” he whispers in my ear.

“Yes Sir,” I haven’t totally recovered as when he got to the cocktail dresses part his right hand was on my right thigh sliding up my dress. His left had was at the small of my back as if holding me in place. The hand under my dress was caressing my inner thigh and it slowly, agonizingly made it’s way down to rest at my knee. “Savanah,” he purrs my name in a low baritone, “I’d like to add a few other ‘personal’ tasks to your job description.” “Would you like me to start on that now, Nicolas?,” I ask in a slightly shaky tone. I can’t believe I just said that, I’ve never been this sexually forward! “Oh yes, I do,” he laughingly replies, his mouth opening mine and his tongue leisurely exploring mine and from my thigh his hand moves to my cleavage again and finds the end of the zipper, he stops the kiss, he swivels the bar stool to face him and unzips my dress down to the waist. He yanks down my dress which forces my arms behind me. His left hand grasps my wrist and keeps them both behind my back. His right hand goes to the front clasps of my brassiere and pushes them away. He moans at the sight of my bare breasts and he almost reverently caresses them, fondles, before he swooped down to take one nipple and suckle. I arch back, leaning against the bar and moan as he feasts on my breasts. He stops, abruptly, I gasp, puzzled and he take a sip from his scotch and dives for my mouth – the scotch certainly adds flavor. His tongue plunges into mine and his hands grapple to lift my dress up, I hold onto his broad shoulders and lift my hips as his hands reach my panties. He pulls them down, takes them off and spreads my legs.

I reach to unbuckle his belt then unzip his pants. I reach in and pause. Oh my god, he is huge! I caress him through his underpants as he shoves them down his hips. I continue to caress him as I hear foil being torn open and I frantically help him protect me. Fully sheathed, he pulls me off the stool to stand legs apart, then he pushes me around and over the stool and plunges into my hot, soaking pussy. I moaned, but I had to bite on my lip to keep on moaning to loud. His strokes are deep and his fingers find their way to my clit adding to my pleasure. “Oh fuck, Nic,” “Like it Savanah?” Nic saucily inquires as he pounds away. “Yes, Nic, faster, please,” I beg. He complies and I come with a strangled moan. My orgasm triggers’ Nic’s and he comes with so much force that I had to brace my hands against the side of the bar so I won’t slam against it! “You’re hired, Savanah,” he whispers into my ear, his hand cups a boob and squeezes roughly “as my Executive Assistant… and as my slut.”