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“No,” I interjected, taking a page out of his playbook,”I am perfectly fine with this. All of...this. Thank you for this opportunity.” I didn’t know what else to call it. My brain hadn’t fully processed the gravity of everything that he’d covered, so I defaulted to sticking to business-related verbiage. All I wanted to do was feel every inch of him on me at that moment, but I decided to follow his lead.
“Excellent!” His face warmed, almost as though he were finally feeling a sense of relief only at that moment. His blue eyes were like crystalline pools that I could dive into and lounge for hours on end. He stood up from his perch on the desk. “We’ll get into more job specifics tomorrow, but for now, welcome aboard!”
I extended my hand to shake his. His hand completely enveloped mine with its strength and heat, not treating me like a delicate piece of China while still appreciating the massive size difference between us. Touching him was satisfying, but it didn’t quite feel like enough. Looking into his eyes, I felt the same energy from him. Then, it happened.
Still gripping my hand, he drew me closer to his body and brought his free hand around my shoulder. Feeling that strong, firm hand of a manly demi god was all it took; my instincts took over and I got onto my toes to kiss his lips. He accommodated by meeting me halfway, our lips locking so naturally and smoothly that it felt that we’d been lovers for ages. He released my hand and put his hand on my hip, pulling me fully into him as we continued to press our tongues against one another. I always had a weakness for men grabbing me around my waist. Such a simplistic thing, but it always make me feel so wanted. Not only was this day no exception, it was the most desired I had ever felt. His hands, in their strength, made me feel so perfectly feminine, so much like the desirable but independent woman that I’d always hoped to be.
“Mmm,” he gently moaned. “You are absolutely delicious. A stunning woman indeed.” We continued to kiss, leaning against his desk, his groin gently and firmly poking into my private area. It was such a fabulous sensation that it started to make me feel drunk. I found myself grinding against him while his tongue passionately explored my mouth. We didn’t need words; our bodies were in complete sympatico. He knew what my body needed and I knew what he wanted. Almost simultaneously and without breaking our embrace, we both used our free hands to clear everything off of his desk as I kicked off my heels. Once cleared, he showed off his power by grabbing me around my waist and sitting me on the desk. He managed to take my pants off so quickly and smoothly that I almost wondered if they were ever zipped up properly in the first place! He ripped off my panties and quickly mounted me, tossing my moistened undergarment over his shoulder as he grinned at me from his now elevated, dominant perch. I slid my blouse off as smoothly as I could and watched his shoulder muscles bulge through his shirt as he removed his bespoke suit jacket. The man looked absolutely gorgeous above me. Wolff loosened his bold red tie but removed his shirt completely, leaning over me and making that matador’s cape tickle my exposed bosom and midriff, teasing me ever so gently. His mouth locked onto mine again, quenching my growing lust for his smooth, forceful tongue. He propped himself onto his forearm while using his hand to stimulate my clit, as if it needed any help at that point. It was almost as though he were rewarding himself for a job thoroughly done. Not to be outdone, I reached down to stimulate his shaft. It had already grown down the length of his right thigh; I couldn’t even reach all the way down to feel the tip of it.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of teasing, he pulled down his pants and underwear, fully exposing his beautiful, chiseled body to me. I took a moment to soak in and appreciate it’s splendor. Zeus himself standing before me, his massive dick standing at full mast, one of the largest and thickest I’d ever seen, slightly curving to its left. He produced a condom seemingly from thin air and sheathed his shaft before gently rubbing it up and down against my opening. He definitely enjoyed the tease. Originally, I didn’t want to give him to satisfaction of knowing how effective he was, but my body betrayed me. My loins began to tremble from the pent-up energy, the shaking growing stronger with each upward stroke. How long had it been since my sexual energy had felt so engaged, so awakened. Maybe never.
“Do you want me to put it inside you?” he rhetorically inquired, a sly smile on his face.
“Please give it to me,” I breathlessly replied, fearful of achieving orgasm just from foreplay! At that point, I could feel the mounds of my flesh growing soft and warm. I gripped the edge of the desk with both hands, anticipating being penetrated with a force that I’d never felt before. He surprised me by gently guiding his dick inside me, slowly filling my crevice with what felt like an inch at a time before fulling pulling out and reinserting it, going slightly deeper with each penetration. He nearly took my breath away; I was enraptured, intoxicated, delirious, but the head of his cock just felt that good inside me. I loosed my grip on the desk, realizing that he wasn’t going to give me any more than I could handle. Instead, I wrapped my hands around his strong shoulders and just let my mind drift into blissful ecstasy. Only then did I realize that my breasts were exposed. Somehow he’d completely removed my bra and was stimulating my erect nipples with his tongue, gentle nibbling on them in perfect synch with his thrusts. He began to let out muffled grunts, fully releasing the entirety of his oversized cock on my unsuspecting vagina, sensing that I’d be able to handle it. Oh, I was able and willing and loving it. There was so much I wanted to say to him, but I just let my eyes and moans do the communicating for me. Matching the thrust of my hips to his was such a wonderful sensation. Every now and again, I would allow my eyes to close and I would just drift away. Other times, I forced myself to open my eyes and watch the flexing of his chest and shoulders right there over my head. The bulge of his arms was so delicious that started to bite and kiss them when I could work up the focus. He apparently loved that, responsding by increasing his own thrusting tempo, much to my own continued enjoyment. The rhythm of his pumps and the attention to my breasts was more than I could handle; I shuddered violently, orgasming all over his dick in my euphoric state, barely realizing that he, too, was orgasming. I gripped his red matador tie with all of my might, pulling him, urging him to be as deep as deep inside me as he could while he orgasmed. He gently trembled as I felt every last inch of him pulsate inside me, giving himself to me in a way that I’d never experienced in all my life!
Exhausted and breathless, he pulled out of me and stood up. He stared at me like a Renaissance painter looking at a completed masterpiece, and I certainly returned the favor. This was easily the most amazing job interview I’d ever had. My head came to a rest against the desk and I finally had a chance to actually see what was in his office. I saw a bathrobe draped over a chaise lounge in the corner next to a door, indicating what was probably an oversized private shower room.
“So,” he managed between deep breaths,”I think I need you to stay late tonight. Maybe even an all-nighter. We have a lot to...cover.” That devilish grin splashed across his face.
“Ron, I couldn’t agree more,” I cooed. Internally, I laughed. Megyn, what have you gotten yourself into?
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