“I don’t lie,” I protested half-heartedly.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.” He paused. “How old are you?”
“What?” I made a face at him but he remained stoic. “22.”
“I see.” He paused. “Have you graduated from college?”
“Yes.” I was annoyed.
“With an MBA from Harvard?” There went his eyebrows again.
“Uhm,” I bit my lip and looked down. “No.”
“What’s your degree in?”
“Drama.” I looked up and saw his lips twitching. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing’s funny here, Sarah.” His tone was serious. “I should fire you right now.”
“Well, aren’t you going to?” I sighed and played with my hair.
“No.” He leaned towards me. “I want you to be my secretary.”
“What?” I frowned at him. “I don’t want to be a secretary.”
“I want you to be my secretary that I f**k.” He grinned at her.
“I thought you didn’t f**k.” My voice rose. “I thought you made love.”
He laughed at me then. “I’m joking, Sarah.”
“Ok. Don’t quit the day job,” I retorted.
“I thought women liked the idea of being the plaything for a rich man.”
“Uhm, maybe desperate women,” I scoffed. “And the man has to be young and hot.”
“Which I’m not?”
“Well, you know.” I flushed as I stared at his hands. I remembered the feel of them against my skin. In all honesty, I wanted to feel them against my skin again.
“So?”
“Sorry what?” I flushed. I had completely zoned out. I stared into his eyes, they were focused on my lips and I couldn’t stop myself from licking them.
“Sarah, you can’t keep that job.”
“What? You don’t even know if I can do it,” I whined and stared deeply into his eyes.
“You aren’t qualified.”
“I need this job, Harry. Please.”
“Harry?”
“Well, your real name isn’t Bradley, is it?” I said annoyed.
“Most people call me Mr. Green.”
“Gimme a break.” I leaned back in my chair and nibbled on my lip. I was devastated by the fact that I had lost my job.
“We can go out for another drink tonight if you want?” He leaned towards me. “I’ll buy you a drink so you can bury the sorrow of losing your job.”
“But you’re the one who fired me.” I protested. “That’s not fair.”
“Such is life.” He leaned back.
“You’re a real jerk, you know that.” I stood up and marched around to his side of the desk. “You’re not even giving me a chance.”
“Well, maybe you can convince me to give you the job.” He smirked at me and I felt a surge of anger. I pushed his leather chair back and hitched up my skirt and sat in his lap straddling him. I leaned into him and started kissing him while grinding back and forth on his cock. I felt his hands slip to my butt and I could feel him squeezing my ass cheeks as he pushed me into his c**k harder. I devoured his mouth, kissing him hard and sucking on his tongue. As soon as I felt him hard as a rock underneath me, I slid off his lap and stood up.
“What? Where are you going?” He looked at me with a frown full of desire.
“Home.” I walked towards the door.
“Wait, what?” I heard him jump out of his chair. “Wait.” I felt his hand on my shoulder and he turned me around. He was looking at me curiously. “You don’t do anything I expect you to do.”
“Imagine that.”
“Sarah, I swear I will put you over my knee and spank you if you keep up with the attitude.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I squeaked. I hoped that he would take me over his knee and then make love to me on his thick cream carpet.
“You wanna bet?” He leaned in close to me and I shivered.
“You’re too old for me.” I backed away, suddenly scared that I was starting to want this man way too much.
“What’s your issue with age, Sarah.” He frowned. “How old do you think I am?”
“50,” I lied.
He laughed. “Try again.”
“40?” This time I meant it.
“I’m 37.” He stared at me hard.
“Oh.” He was 15 years older than me. Yet, he didn’t really act like an old man. And I didn’t really seem to care about his age.
“You didn’t seem to mind last night as my c**k was sliding in and out of you.”
I stared at him with my mouth open. I could feel my panties getting wet. “You’re so crude.” I stared at him as he laughed. “If I was your mother, I’d make you wash your mouth out with soap.”
“I thought you preferred me to do different things with my mouth?”
“Whatever.” I flushed thinking about how he had made me come over and over again with his tongue. “You were okay.”
“Just okay?”
“Yeah.” I stared back into his eyes and yelped as he grabbed me and pulled my skirt up. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you that you need to be more careful with you words,” he snarled. He sat on the ground and pulled me down to join him. He didn’t hesitate as he pulled my panties down and I just stared at him in awe. He raised his hand to my pu**y and ran his fingers across my clit.
“You’re pretty wet for someone who’s not very impressed with my skills.” He grinned and then pushed me back onto the ground. I lay there not sure if I should resist but I felt so horny, I just wanted to feel him touching me intimately. I wasn’t disappointed. I felt his mouth on my pu**y within seconds and I spread my legs to give him greater access. He licked up and down on my pu**y, circling my cl*t but never quite touching it. I squirmed and tried to clench my legs around his face so that he would just take me in his mouth. He ignored my moans and took his time. When I finally felt his tongue licking my clit, I cried out in pleasure and this encouraged him to take my cl*t into his mouth and start sucking on it. I felt my bladder get heavy and I knew that I was close to coming as he continued to suck on my clit. As soon as he stuck his tongue into me, I felt myself come hard and I lay back extremely satisfied as he continued to lick me in my special spot.