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The Interview

The man sat behind the large mahogany desk, a predatory gleam in his eye as he watched the young Italian woman enter his office. She was a vision, with long dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, full red lips, and curves that made his mouth water. Her name was Isabella, and she was here for the job interview he had scheduled.

“Please, have a seat,” he said, gesturing to the plush chair across from him. Isabella smiled and obliged, crossing her legs in a way that drew his attention to her voluptuous thighs.

“So tell me about yourself, Isabella,” he began, pen poised over a notepad. “What makes you think you’re right for this position?”

Isabella leaned forward, giving him a tantalizing view of her ample cleavage. “I’m very detail-oriented and I have a lot of experience in data entry,” she purred. “Plus, I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty when the situation calls for it…”

The implication hung in the air between them. He felt a stirring in his pants at the provocative tone of her voice. Clearing his throat, he continued the interview.

“And what do you know about this company, Isabella? What we do here?”

Isabella’s smile widened. “I know you’re one of the top transactions firms in the world. I also know that you have very high standards and only hire the best of the best.” She stood up, slowly walking around the desk towards him. “And I know that when you find someone as qualified and motivated as me… well, you might be willing to bend the rules a bit.”

His heart was pounding as she perched herself on the edge of his desk, mere inches from him. He could smell her sweet perfume, see the tantalizing shadow of her cleavage. When she reached out and traced a finger along his jawline, he nearly lost control right then and there.

“I have to admit, Isabella, you’re not at all what I expected,” he managed to say, trying to keep his voice calm and collected.

“Oh, I’ve only just begun to surprise you,” she whispered, leaning in close. He could feel her breath hot against his ear. “I’m going to show you exactly what I’m capable of…”

Isabella slid off the desk and onto her knees in front of him, maintaining intense eye contact as she reached for his belt. He watched, frozen with anticipation, as she undid his pants and slowly pulled out his hardening cock. She licked her lips hungrily at the sight of it.

“You’re quite impressive,” she purred, wrapping a hand around his shaft and giving it a slow pump. “I think I’m going to enjoy my new job here very much…”

With that, she leaned forward and took him into her warm, wet mouth. He groaned at the sensation, his head falling back against the chair. Isabella took her time, slowly and sensually pleasuring him, expertly swirling her tongue around the head and taking him deep into her throat.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasped, tangling a hand in her silky dark hair. She looked up at him with hooded eyes, never breaking their heated gaze as she continued to blow him. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

Isabella moved faster, sucking harder, until he could feel himself getting close to the edge. Just before he could lose control completely, she pulled away, leaving him throbbing and needy.

“Take me,” she demanded breathlessly, climbing into his lap so she was straddling him. “Right here on your desk. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk straight.”

With a needy growl, he complied, ripping away the flimsy scrap of lace that passed for her panties and thrusting deep inside her. Isabella cried out, throwing her head back as he filled her completely. She was so tight and hot, gripping him like a vice.

They moved together in a frenzy, the desk shaking and creaking beneath them as he pounded into her again and again. Isabella rode him harder, taking what she wanted, gasping and moaning in ecstasy. He could feel the pressure building, his release coming fast.

“Come for me,” she panted, just as he felt the first burst of pleasure surge through him. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

With a guttural groan, he obliged, spilling himself deep inside her as Isabella clenched tight around him, milking every last drop. When it was over, they sat in a tangle of sweaty limbs and panting breaths, their bodies still joined.

“Welcome to the company, Isabella,” he finally managed to say with a smirk. She just grinned back at him mischievously.

“Thanks, boss. I think this is the start of a beautiful partnership…”

And with that, Isabella slid off of his lap and straightened her clothes, leaving the office with a sexy sway to her hips. He couldn’t wait to see what other skills and talents this sensual, naughty little minx was hiding. It was going to be a very exciting year…