Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
There I was, standing in front of your desk with my arms crossed, trying to look more confident than I felt. You leaned back in your leather chair with your fingers clasped together. A smug little smile played on your mouth like you already knew how this would end. “Amber,” you said, dragging my name out slowly like it tasted good to say it. “You’ve been with the company three years. You want the senior account manager position, right?”
“Obviously,” I said, confidently. “I’ve outperformed everyone on my team.” You stood up and walked around the desk to lean in, close enough that I could smell your cologne. “But there’s a probationary period. A series of tasks. Think of it as a test of your willingness to go above and beyond.” My stomach flipped. I’d heard rumors about how you promoted people.
I Wanted That Promotion
“What kind of tasks?” I asked. My voice sounded steadier than I felt.
You didn’t answer me with words. Instead, you reached out, hooked a finger under the strap of my blouse, and slid it off my shoulder. “Task one,” you replied, ” is to show me you can follow instructions without hesitation.” I should have slapped you. Walked out. Filed a complaint, even! But I let the blouse fall to the floor, then unclasped my bra and dropped it on top. My nipples hardened instantly in the cool office air, or maybe it was just from the way you were looking at me…like I was already yours.
“Good girl,” you said as you circled me slowly. I felt your hand graze my ass through my skirt. “Task two…get on your knees.” The carpet was rough against my skin, but I knelt in front of you anyway. You unbuckled your belt and the sound was obscenely loud in your quiet office. When you pulled out your cock, it was already hard and leaking. I looked up at you and batted my eyelashes.
“Is this part of the job description?” I asked, with a smirk. “Consider it a performance review,” you replied, as you guided your dick to my lips and shoved it inside of my wet, warm mouth. The salty taste flooded my tongue as you pushed it deep into my throat. I gagged a little, but you held the back of my head and I relaxed into it.
I sucked you like I wanted the promotion. Because I did. But some twisted part of me wanted this even more. I hollowed my cheeks, worked my tongue along the underside of your shaft, and let the spit drip down my chin. You groaned, as your fingers tightened in my hair.
I pulled you out of my mouth with a pop, stroking your wet dick with one hand as it twitched. “You’re not the first boss I’ve had to impress,” I said, with a giggle. Something flickered in your eyes. Jealousy, maybe.. You hauled me to my feet and bent me over the desk, shoving my skirt up around my waist. My panties were soaked and you tore them off with one sharp yank. The sound of ripping fabric made me gasp.
“Task three,” you growled, as you spreading my legs with your knee. “Take my cock in this tight little pussy and don’t cum until I say so.” You entered me in one brutal thrust. I cried out, as my palms slapped against the polished wood desk. You didn’t give me time to adjust, you just started fucking me hard, while your hips slamming against my ass, and your hands gripping my waist hard enough to leave bruises. The desk rattled. Papers scattered. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if anyone outside could hear.
“You like that?” you asked, as you leaned over me, with your chest against my back, and your breath hot on my ear. “Being fucked like a whore in your boss’s office?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, fuck, don’t stop.”
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