Ass Fucked & Creampied. No Job.

The sleek, mahogany desk was bathed in the warm glow of the late evening sun filtering in through the Venetian blinds. Melissa adjusted her push-up bra, ensuring her ample cleavage was on full display, and smoothed out the wrinkles in her short, tight skirt before knocking on the door.

“Come in,” a deep, authoritative voice called out.

Melissa took a deep breath and entered the room, instantly spotting the man she had come to see – Mr. Johnson, the head recruiter. He was a tall, portly man with a salt-and-pepper beard and steely grey eyes that sized her up as soon as she walked in. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he looked her over, slowly, taking in every curve and contour of her body.

“Please, have a seat,” Mr. Johnson gestured towards the chair opposite his desk, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Thank you,” Melissa replied, crossing her long legs as she sat down. The move caused her skirt to ride up, revealing a tantalizing peek at her smooth, toned thighs.

Mr. Johnson cleared his throat, making a mental note to type up a ‘Do Not Hire’ report later and hand it to his secretary, for distribution. “So, Miss Meyers, you’re here about the assistant position, correct?”

“Yes, sir,” Melissa nodded, leaning forward slightly to give him an even better view down her low-cut top. “I believe I’d be perfect for the job.”

“I see,” Mr. Johnson mused, folding his hands on top of the desk. “And what makes you think you’re qualified for this position, exactly?”

Melissa smiled, rising from her seat and walking around to the recruiter’s side of the desk. She perched herself on the edge, her skirt riding up even further, and crossed her legs, letting her foot brush up against Mr. Johnson’s thigh.

“I’m a quick learner, sir,” she purred, running a finger along his shoulder. “And I’m not afraid to get… hands-on, if the situation calls for it.”

Mr. Johnson felt his pulse quickening as Melissa leaned in closer, her warm breath tickling his ear. “Is that so?” he asked, his voice huskier than before.

“That’s so,” Melissa confirmed, sliding off the desk and lowering herself to her knees in front of him. “And I’m more than willing to demonstrate just how quickly I can learn.”

With that, she reached for his belt, expertly undoing it and fumbling with his zipper. Mr. Johnson shifted in his seat, allowing her better access, eagerly anticipating her next move.

Melissa freed his hardening cock from the confines of his pants, wrapping her small hand around his shaft and stroking him gently. She leaned forward, dragging her tongue along the underside of his penis, from the base to the tip, before engulfing him in her hot, wet mouth.

“Fuck,” Mr. Johnson groaned, tangling his fingers in Melissa’s long, dark hair as she worked her magic. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper into her throat with each pass, her velvet lips wrapped tightly around his girth.

She continued to suck, slurping and moaning around his cock, her hand working in tandem with her mouth to bring him closer and closer to the brink. Mr. Johnson rocked his hips, thrusting into her face as she resumed her prior position, nestled between his thighs.

When he felt himself reaching the point of no return, Mr. Johnson tugged on Melissa’s hair, pulling her off his cock. A string of saliva connected her plump, red lips to his throbbing member, glistening in the fading light. “I want to fuck you,” he growled, his eyes wild with lust. “Right here, right now.”

Melissa grinned, standing up and turning around to face the desk. She bent over, lifting her skirt to reveal the small, black lace thong she was wearing. She glanced back at Mr. Johnson over her shoulder, arching an eyebrow. “Then what are you waiting for, sir?”

Mr. Johnson didn’t need to be told twice. He was behind her in an instant, yanking her thong to the side and positioning himself at her entrance. He slid into her with one, swift thrust, burying himself balls-deep in her tight, slick heat.

“Oh, fuck!” Melissa cried out, the force of his penetration making her lose her balance and brace herself against the edge of the desk. She loved the feel of him stretching her open, filling her to the brim with his hard, pulsing flesh.

Mr. Johnson grabbed her hips, pulling her back against him as he began to thrust, hard and fast. The sounds of their sexy grunts and moans filled the room, punctuated by the slap of skin on skin as he pounded into her.

“That’s it, take it,” Mr. Johnson growled, slamming into her faster and harder, the desk creaking beneath them. “Take my fucking cock.”

“Yes, sir! Yes!” Melissa panted, pushing back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “I love your cock. It’s so big, so hard.”

That was all it took to push Mr. Johnson over the edge. With a guttural cry, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock erupting with a flood of hot, thick cum. Melissa came with him, her pussy clenching around him, milking him for every last drop.

After a few moments, Mr. Johnson withdrew, his softening member slipping out of her and leaving a trail of sticky white semen in its wake. Melissa stood up, letting her skirt drop back into place before turning to face him, a satisfied smirk on her lips.

“When do I start?” she asked, running a finger through the cum leaking from her well-fucked hole.

Mr. Johnson, still coming down from his climax, could only nod, too tired to speak. This was one job interview he wouldn’t soon forget.