Loading...Carrie Bender’s mind raced as she nervously made her way to the 12th floor and the office of Richard McLish, CEO of McLish Exports.
“He is going to tell me I don’t have a chance at this promotion.” She thought to herself. “But why would he call me to his office and tell me himself. Maybe I am getting the promotion. No way!”
McLish, the powerful 51-year old corporate leader, was the driving force that had made McLish Exports a global business success story. His father Earl had begun the business in the 60s and had made a fortune.
Over the years the old man had carefully prepared his only son to take control when the time came for him to step down.
Upon retirement, Richard McLish assumed the title of CEO and took over the reins. If anything, McLish Exports was financially more successfully under his tutelage than during his father’s time.
Carrie Bender, 36-year old employee, wife and mother of two, carefully checked her attire as she rode up in the elevator. Carrie took a deep breath as the doors slid open and she stepped onto the plush carpeting of the “McLish Floor.”
Carrie had been preparing herself for the worst for weeks. She wanted this job so badly. Carrie really needed to get this promotion.
Her husband Bruce, six months ago, had been forced out of a lucrative mid-management position at one of the local branches of a major communications company. The entire balance of the Bender’s lifestyle had gone steadily ‘down the drain’ over the past months.
Things were difficult at home and not getting any better. Even their two children, Jennifer and Mark, had been feeling the pinch lately and complaining loudly about no longer being able to swim at the Country Club. Other cutbacks in the budget were adding stress to the entire family.
McLish was in the process of replacing his Executive Secretary and Personal Assistant Sheila Andrews, who was resigning to accompany her husband on an out-of-state job transfer.
Sheila had been personally trained by Richard, knew the office in and out, traveled frequently with him, organized his days, fended off unwanted invasions of his schedule and most importantly, had taken care of Richard’s personal needs for the past two years. She was invaluable.
Carrie had been with the company for seven years, beginning as a lower-level clerical person in a large office pool. Beginning pay was low and the work was hard. Like all the beginning, lower-level staff, she toiled on the second floor.
After two years of service, she received her first promotion and moved to the 5th floor as an Executive Secretary to one of the Division Vice-Presidents. For the past two years she had worked on the 9th floor as Executive Secretary to the Director of European Marketing.
Her reputation for efficiency had grown. She never missed a day of work and Carrie was well liked by just about everyone who came in contact with her. It came as a surprise to none of her friends when she was asked to interview as McLish’s right-hand-person.
Despite a persistent rumor that the job was going to be filled from the ‘outside,’ Carrie had accepted the invitation to apply for the position.
Carrie had met Richard McLish on a few occasions; at company parties and she occasionally chatted with him on the days he popped into her department for one thing or another. He had a reputation as a good man who could be ruthless if he had to be. He was not a man to be taken lightly.
Carrie had met his wife Joanna once at a business meeting and chatted briefly with the early 40s, auburn-haired beauty.
Carrie vividly remembered Joanna’s easy smile and air of confidence as they chatted. She remembered the way that Joanna often reached out and touched Carrie on the arm or shoulder to emphasize what she was saying to her. Her touch was comfortable, but her gaze penetrating, intimidating.
Joanna McLish had been married to her husband Richard nearly 25 years.
The first interview had been not much more than a screening with McLish and two of his senior vice-presidents.
Carrie had been scared to death, but managed to keep her composure throughout. After the interview was completed, she felt as if she had done her best. It helped that the important men talking to her were somewhat informal, friendly and encouraging.
Carrie was very surprised to receive an email the following week informing her that the list had been narrowed to three candidates and she was one of them.
Carrie rushed home to tell Bruce that maybe there was a chance she might get the job. They both decided it was still a long shot and they should not count on the extra money that the position would bring.
Bruce meanwhile, was having little luck finding a similar position in the area in which they lived. With Jennifer set to enter her 9th grade year and Mark his 7th grade year, the family had decided to try and avoid relocating if at all possible.
The position of Executive Secretary to the President of McLish Exports carried a hefty pay increase plus many additional benefits not enjoyed by other employees. The job was almost more than she could hope for in her present financial dilemma.
Just as important to Carrie, was the prestige of being the top Executive Secretary in the business and the challenges that the job presented. What a thrill it would be to land this job after starting at rock bottom in the company.
Richard had interviewed the three finalists personally during their second interview. He was looking for a ‘special something’ in one of the three.
Actually he liked all three candidates and felt each could handle the responsibilities of the job. Each of the women was attractive, had good reputations in their current positions, had displayed loyalty to their respective companies and seemed to have the ‘moxie’ to work in a fast-paced office environment.
Sheila had been doing all that and much more for the past two years.
He would miss her morning blow jobs, the special treatment she gave valued clients, the wild, erotic fun they enjoyed on their various trips together.
Most of all he would miss her visits to his estate where she would loyally serve both he and his wife Joanne.
Sheila had to be replaced and he was not prepared to go without that which he had become so accustomed to.
Of the three women, he hoped that the job would go to Carrie Bender. Richard had noticed her long ago and frequently made trips to the division in which she worked.
Though he had official business in mind, he always looked forward to their brief conversations where he would gaze discreetly at the mid-thirties mother of two who seemed to have no idea just how ‘hot’ she really was.
Carrie was tall, 5’11” and very slender. Richard had a weakness for tall, lanky women, especially if they were blondes. He guessed her weight under 125, which he thought unusual for a woman approaching middle age with two children.
Carrie’s husband Bruce had given up on his waistline long ago, but Carrie diligently went on her long walks, watched her diet and kept her figure. She was truly ‘long and lean.’
She was aware that she ‘caught most men’s eye’ as she walked past and enjoyed the quiet attention of their gaze. Her breasts were not large, but McLish found them incredibly sexy. Her face was narrow, framed by long, straight blonde hair that reached a spot between her shoulder blades and the middle of her back.
Over the years Carrie had received many overtures from men in and out of the business in which she worked. Although it was a compliment that men found her very sexy and desirable, she had never really seriously considered straying outside the confines of her marriage vows.
Richard thought of her outfits as professionally sexy. Her carefully chosen skirts were hemmed to stop 3 to 4 inches above her knee when walking and at mid thigh when sitting. They were fitted enough to call attention to a set of fabulous long legs and an ass that was tight and womanly.
Her blouses were not indecently tight, but snug enough that all the men in her division enjoyed it when she removed her blazer. Richard loved to look at her perky breasts. He guessed 34b and hoped he would find out soon enough.
Carrie was not a prude by any means. In fact she was a liberal thinker who, during her private moments, fantasized a great deal about various sexual scenarios. College days and all the adventures she enjoyed were not so far gone that she didn’t remember them.
But reality had set in.
She was a married mother now with children and Bruce had gained weight, lost his job and was not much interested in her anymore.
There was so much stress and pressure in their lives that sex had taken a ‘back seat.’ That is except in her fantasy mind during the rare times she was alone, her favorite vibrator in hand.
She admitted to herself that she missed the sexual adventures of her youth, but assumed those days were past. The truth was she just didn’t have the time right now to give sex a lot of thought.
Her advancement in the company to this point had been without any hint of sexual impropriety.
As Carrie entered the outer office of Richard McLish, he sat quietly inside his inner sanctum, behind his desk, a strong drink in hand, contemplating his upcoming ‘final interview’ with Carrie.
Richard and Sheila had discussed the interview in detail several times. Sheila had advised Richard to be indirect in his proposal, but at the same time make it clear for her to ‘read between the lines.’
Sheila looked up and smiled as Carrie entered her office and settled into a chair.
Carrie was wearing an ivory business suit with a tailored skirt that Sheila had seen her wear before. She wore a brown silk blouse with just a enough white lace to make it very feminine. Her blazer matched her skirt. She was wearing a pair of open-toe, bow-in-front 2″ heels. Her long, ash-blonde hair was ‘up’ today, accenting a narrow, angular face with those big, blue eyes of hers.
Carrie hesitated wearing heels higher than 2″ knowing that they pushed her well over 6′. Some men were intimidated by her height and she hesitated to stand out.
She had freshened her makeup. A matching necklace, earring, bracelet set complimented her outfit.
Sheila was impressed. She too had long wanted to know Carrie better and this might finally be her opportunity. After all, Sheila would be the one training her for the next few weeks should the tall blonde seize the opportunity about to be presented to her.
“Carrie you look fantastic today. I like that suit very much and I promise you he is going to like it too,” Sheila said, her sweet smile embracing Carrie.
“Thank you Sheila, I am a little bit nervous about this,” said Carrie.
“Just relax and be yourself Carrie. Let your feelings come out. Everything will turn out for the best. He is a great man to work for. I hope you get the job” Sheila said as she smiled at the tall beauty.
“Thanks Sheila. I will try,” answered Carrie.
Sheila continued to smile at Carrie, all the while thinking how much she would like to drop to her knees between this sexy woman’s legs and lick her until she emptied all her juices into her hungry mouth.
After more small talk, Sheila rang into McLish’s office. In just a few moments Richard appeared at the door, holding it open for Carrie to enter.
Richard was a tall person himself, standing just a shade under 6’4.
Passing the 50 mark had been difficult for Richard, but his daily exercise, diet and the pace of his life kept him in good shape. He was an attractive, salt and pepper sort of middle-aged man.
McLish represented a paradox of sorts to Carrie. She found him intimidating, yet at the same time there was a feeling of comfort being in his presence.
Richard greeted Carrie warmly with a smile and ushered her into his office. McLish’s office was easily five times the size of most of the executive’s offices in the firm. She was visibly impressed as he showed her quickly around.
Luxuriously paneled, lushly carpeted, expensively furnished, it was a combination office, library and living room. There were three plush arm chairs and an oversized, extra wide couch that stretched on forever, it seemed.
A small kitchen next to a oversized bathroom with a huge walk-in shower and jacuzzi tub were located at the far end of the office.
There were large closets for McLish to keep a change of clothes for any business occasion that might arise. Richard explained that he slept many nights in the office after ‘burning the midnight oil.’
Following the short tour, Richard guided Carrie to one of the comfortable arm chairs and invited her to have a seat. He removed his coat and leaned back against the front of what appeared to be a custom-made desk, probably expensive cherry. It matched the dark paneling enclosing the room.
“That desk would fill my whole office,” Carrie thought to herself.
Carrie was rapidly becoming more aware of what an imposing figure this man was. His physical size, his wealth and the power he exerted in running a very successful business were evident in his demeanor.
Carrie was nervous and scrambling for composure.
Looking down at the beautiful blonde woman sitting modestly upright in front of him, her long legs pressed firmly together, he felt his cock start to harden a bit.
Richard loved a challenge and rarely found himself on the losing end. He was determined to watch those lovely long legs come apart so that he could see the treasures they blocked.
“Carrie, I want you to know that you have done an excellent job selling yourself in the two interviews we have had up till now,” said Richard with a smile on his face.
Carrie silently thought to herself, “here comes the but.”
Richard continued, “Your record with this company is splendid. Your recommendations are extremely good. I have known you are a valued employee for some time.”
Carrie returned his warm smile and thanked him. “I like working here Mr. McLish and I do take great pride in my work,” Carrie said.
“I want you to know that you are my favorite of the three finalists. It would please me to promote someone from within rather than going outside the company,” he said.
“But, (“There it was finally,” she thought), it is pretty evident that the other two candidates do have superior qualifications for the position and more experience in this type of situation,” Richard remarked as he gazed into her blue eyes.
“Does that mean that I am no longer being considered,” Carrie remarked?
“No it does not Carrie, I have not made a final decision as yet,” Richard said. “I hope to make a decision today or at the latest by the end of the week.”
Richard chatted for the next few minutes about the various professional responsibilities of the position. He made it very clear that the work was hard, the hours long, the travel sometimes tedious and that the person that accepts the position will be depended upon quite heavily.
“You would have a great deal to do with the success or failure of the business. I want to make that very clear to you. It is a very important position you would hold” Richard stated in a matter of fact way.
Carrie sat up straight in the chair, keeping her long legs pressed firmly together. She was a picture of beauty and seemed to have no idea of the sex appeal she exuded.
Try as hard as he might, Richard was having a difficult time keeping the lust out his eyes. He had waited a long time for a ‘shot’ at this magnificent woman.
“Well here we come to it,” thought Richard. “I will know pretty quickly whether she is inclined to ‘play ball’ with me.”
Carrie was a lamb in waiting. She had no idea what was about to transpire. She just knew that somehow this man had an effect on her and she enjoyed being in his office, looking up at him and listening to his voice.
Richard began talking about how he hated to see Sheila leave the position. He bragged on about her expertise, her experience and her ability to keep the office running efficiently.
“In addition, she has been a personal godsend to me, I am a man with strong needs. Sheila and I are very close and she makes coming here every day extremely enjoyable,” Richard said.
Carrie missed the double meaning and continued to listen attentively.
“I remember when she was sitting in a chair right where you are and we were at the same stage of the interview process,” Richard said as he gazed into Carrie’s eyes. “I was so impressed with her beauty and style as I am yours,” Richard said. “At that time Marie, my father’s personal secretary for 30 years was still here. I very much wanted to get a fresh face into the position.”
“We have had a great ‘run,’ Sheila and I. She has served me well, given me all the special attention a man could ask for. She understood ‘coming in’ that I required her personal attention from time to time and we ‘hit it off’ right from the start. She is an adventurous, very sexy woman who knows how to please a man,” Richard stated simply as he let his gaze drop once again to those magnificent legs in front of him.
“Her salary, benefits, investments and other ‘percs’ have reflected her ability to please me,” Richard softly said.
There it was. The cards were table.
This time Carrie caught the hint. She tried not to look shocked, but the smile slowly disappeared from her face as her eyes widened.
It had never occurred to her that McLish and Sheila were intimate and she had never heard the rumor. Carrie’s nervous anxiety reached a new level.
Richard smiled and seemed utterly comfortable with the silence that suddenly invaded the room. Their eyes met and then Carrie shifted her glance to her lap. Finally she looked up into his penetrating stare and warm smile and weakly said, “I don’t know what to say to that.”
Richard said nothing but thought to himself, “this is going well, there will be no immediate refusal and no angry departure of his office.”
Another silence of several seconds. “I don’t know what to say,” she repeated. She silently cursed herself for her lack of poise in this situation. She was stumbling and struggling to recover.
Richard chuckled and moved steadily forward, “Relax Carrie, you are not in any danger. All I require of you is your total discretion. Beyond that it is simply your choice to make.”
“If you decide this situation is not for you, your job here is completely safe,” he said.
“But, understand this, I am offering you a lot of money, prestige, benefits and personal pleasure. For some women this would be a wonderful opportunity. For others, it might seem an insult.” It is strictly up to you,” he said as he gazed at her awesome beauty.
“Had he just offered her the job,” Carrie thought.
Carrie shifted her weight in her seat, her knees parting ever so slightly and then quickly snapping closed again. Her longs legs so hypnotizing to look at.
She thought to herself, “Can I possibly do this?” What should I do?”
She felt the dampness begin to seep out of her vagina and into her pink, imported cotten/spandex, low-rise, lace-trimmed bikini panties.
“I realize I have taken you by surprise,” Richard said as he stared into Carrie’s blue eyes. “I doubt really though, when you think about it, that it should surprise you all that much. I am a very sexual man with strong needs. The better my sex life, the more productive I am in my job.”
“My wife Joanna and Sheila provide me with so much pleasure and I make certain they are both well taken care of,” McLish said.
Carrie’s mind raced. Joanna knew about his arrangement with Sheila?
This was so very new. She had not given it even a thought. She had never cheated on her husband, but had to admit there wasn’t much spark left, especially lately.
This was a rich, powerful and nice looking man talking to her. She could not help being attracted to him.
Now as she sat there feeling his eyes undressing her, listening to his commanding voice, enjoying his infectious smile, she felt herself being reduced to a puddle of her own secretions in the crotch of her panties.
The thought of being required to allow Richard McLish to fuck her at his whim had not entered her conscious mind. “Why did this not occur to me? “Am I that naive?” Carrie thought.
“He is offering me the position if I acquiesce to his desires,” She realized.
“Could I possibly do this? My life will change. Will the guilt be too much? How will this affect my marriage and home? How long can we stay afloat if something does not happen to change the downward flow of our lifestyle?” Carrie’s mind was in high-gear.
Richard continued, “If I felt that you could replace Sheila in every way, I would not hesitate to hire you for the position. I told you before, you are my favorite of the three candidates.”
Carrie listened quietly, shifting her gaze from him to her lap and back as he spoke. “God, I am soaked,” she realized.
“I told you in the interview that the position would increase your salary $20,000. That is a healthy increase over what you are making now.
“I must admit to you that I have done an extensive check on all three candidates and I do know that your husband is out of work and the bills are piling up. That is true isn’t it?” he asked.
Carrie nodded and said, “Yes we are having a difficult time right now, but surely he will find something soon.”
“From what I understand, he is not looking nearly as hard now as he was a few months ago,” Richard commented.
Carrie nodded again and said, “He has become very depressed about the whole situation.”
“His severance pay is running low,” Richard questioned?
“It is gone, unfortunately,” Carrie said quietly.
“Carrie, I have lived through a couple of dreadful downturns this business has taken over the years. I have felt the pressure of seeing things turn for the worse. I hope things get worked out for you and your family soon. I want you to know I am willing to help things improve for you,” Richard stated.
“Are you able to keep your children in private school,” He said.
“We borrowed the tuition for this school year,” Carrie said quietly, turning her head momentarily from his penetrating glance. “If Bruce doesn’t find something in the next months, they will have to go into the public school system next year.”
“That is too bad,” Richard noted. “The public schools here do not have the best reputation for safety and discipline, not to mention the quality of instruction. I do not want that to happen Carrie.”
“I am sure we can find a way to enroll them into a school like Country Day Prep,” Richard said.
Country Day was considered the most highly regarded college preparatory school in the city.
Another silence of several seconds enveloped them. It was becoming clearer just how much she had to gain by accepting this powerful man’s terms.
Carrie’s eyes suddenly noticed the growing bulge between the legs of her boss.
“Carrie do me a favor will you,” Richard said quietly “You have the most beautiful hair. I noticed it long ago. It frames your face so elegantly when you wear it down. Let your hair down for me, will you.”
Richard thought to himself, “come on woman give me a signal that I am getting to you.”
Carrie hesitated briefly and then without giving herself time to think about the implications of the act, reached up, pulling the pins from her ash blonde hair.
Richard shuddered quietly as her tresses tumbled over her shoulders. He felt his cock harden in his pants and made no attempt to hide his desire for her.
“I don’t think you have any idea just how utterly beautiful you are,” Richard softly stated as his now rock-hard cock pushed out against his trousers.
“Just between me and you, if you accept this position, I’ll bump the salary another $20,000. That will put you where Sheila is right now,” Richard said.
Carrie’s eyes jumped from the outline of Richard’s dick into his gaze. He continued to lean on his desk, the picture of self confidence.
Richard smiled confidently knowing everyone has a price. “That should do it,” He thought to himself.
Carrie looked again at Richard’s fully hard cock and felt herself being pulled into his vacuum.
“I can also begin putting out ‘feelers’ for Bruce among my business associates. I do have a lot of contacts,” said Richard as he sweetened the pot even further.
Carrie nodded and said, “That would be wonderful Mr. McLish.”
Carrie sat quietly. There just were not any words filtering out of what was going on in her head. She felt her body reacting, but her mind was simply not functioning anymore.
Finally Carrie looked at him and said, “Mr. McLish I just do not what to say or what to think. This is all so unexpected.”
Carrie thought to herself how odd this all was. This powerful man desired her, wanted her to please him sexually, was standing comfortably three feet from her showing her his hard cock and all this was taking place within the confines of such a professional, pleasant conversation.
It was all so very strangely exciting.
Richard simply said, “Just say I accept Carrie, so we can move forward.”
Richard suddenly moved behind Carrie and she felt his hand softly caressing first her hair and then her shoulders. “Stand please Carrie,” he said.
“I need time to think,” she mumbled as she began to rise out of her chair.
Richard reached out and eased the ivory-colored blazer off her shoulders and folded it neatly over the edge of the chair. His strong hands returned to her shoulders as he moved between her and her chair. She felt his breath upon the back of her head as he leaned in to smell the freshness of her long blonde hair.
She felt him part her hair in back and softly kiss the back of her neck. A small spasm ripped through her and she moaned softly.
Carrie’s eyes closed tightly and her head dropped. She felt her secretions begin to slide down her thighs. Richard moved just a bit closer, easing his hardness against her firm buttocks.
Carrie felt the CEO’s hands drop and grasp the sides of her hips, pulling her slightly back against him.
Suddenly his touch was gone as he moved the few steps to a position next to the long, wide couch against the wall.
“Turn around slowly Carrie. You have such a magnificent body,” he said quietly.
Carrie found herself turning so that she was once again facing this man who was intimidating her so effectively.
Richard’s eyes focused on her flushed face and then dropped to her chest. He could see her nipples protruding through what must be a very thin bra.
Carrie suddenly looked up and said, “Mr McLish, this is very frightening to me. This is something I have never ever considered. I am a loyal wife and good mother. I am not a prude, but I have never cheated on my husband.”
Richard smiled, knowing the battle was almost won and said, “I do not mean to frighten you and I do understand Carrie. Why don’t you come over here and have a seat on the couch?”
Richard extended his hand toward the couch and said, “Times can be difficult, stressful. Sometimes extraordinary good fortune arrives that we don’t anticipate and suddenly the ship is back on course.”
I think you will find that this is a very good place to work and as long as you do your job, you will be treated according to the importance I place on your position.
“You certainly are not being offered this position based solely on the fact that you are such a desirable woman. You will have tremendous job challenges that you are capable of handling. You will be busy and I think very happy here,” Richard noted.
“I know I would enjoy working here,” she said quietly as she moved toward the couch.” “What am I saying? What am I doing?” she thought. “I can not do this.”
Richard reached out and took her hand as she approached and helped her ease onto the couch. Once again Carrie assumed an upright sitting position, her legs firmly together.
Richard quietly pulled another of the plush chairs to a position directly in front of her and sat down. Now sitting on the same level as her, he had an even better, more close-up view of Carrie’s fabulous legs.
“The next move forward will almost seal the deal,” he thought to himself.
“Carrie, do me another favor will you,” Richard said?
Carrie looked at him knowing she should back away now. Instead she nodded. “I’ll try,” she said.
“Let your legs come apart, slowly, apart. Let me see what I have wanted to see for so long,” he whispered huskily.
Her panties were completely soaked through and she could clearly see that Mr. McLish’s cock was stiff, erect. “Let me see your womanhood,” he said as he continued to push steadily forward.
Blushing, Carrie looked at McLish. The nervous tension was almost audible in the room. Carrie noted how self confident this man was. She was frightened and he seemed totally at ease. This man had her and there did not seem to be a thing she could do about it.
Thoughts of new job challenges, being able to return to the life she had enjoyed at home, of Mr. McLish helping Bruce find work and most of all, this charming, wealthy, totally sexy man with his erect penis almost in full view for her to see, flooded her mind as she swallowed and slowly overcame her fear.
In fact, Carrie was so turned on that she had passed the point of no return. He knew that and she accepted it finally.
Carrie swallowed, smiled meekly at McLish and slowly began to part her legs an inch at a time as he gazed up her skirt. Slowly her inner thighs came into view. Next came a view of the tops of her sheer thigh-hi stockings. Inch-by-inch she was spreading her legs for him.
“Look at me Carrie,” Richard instructed. “Watch me look up your dress between your legs.”
Carrie felt her body shudder into a small orgasm. Carrie eased her legs wider, wider and finally Richard gazed directly between the woman’s legs and saw the crotch of her delicate pink panties.
“Wonderful Carrie. I am so proud of you. Much wider though, wider than your shoulders. Your panties look so deliciously soaked. Give me a good look. Carrie, I just love a good girl who knows when it pays to be bad. Tell me how hot this is making you,” Richard said to her.
Carrie swallowed, now committed to her fate and opened her long, long legs as wide as she possibly could so this man could see as much as he desired. Her skirt rode up over the tops of her stockings, almost to her hips.
Carrie did not answer and had to be prompted again by McLish.
Finally she looked down, nodded and said quietly “you are making me very warm.” Her womanhood covered by her delicate lace, pink panties was wide open and she felt his stare.
“I promise you that you and your family will have things much better now,” he said smiling at her. “You will be a credit to this office and I will be proud to have you as my Personal Assistant.”
“Thank you,” she said all the while thinking, “No, this is a dream, this isn’t happening.”
“Now Carrie, ask me nicely if I will please hire you as Sheila’s replacement,” Richard said, his gaze never leaving her pussy.
He could clearly see the outline of her slit through the thin material of her panties.
This was almost too much, but Carrie looked directly at McLish and asked, “Mr. McLish please make me your Executive Secretary.”
McLish smiled at her, but did not answer.
“You did very well Carrie,” McLish stated as he stood and extended his hand to her. “You may stand now Carrie.” Carrie brought her legs back together and stood before him once again.
McLish turned, returned to the front edge of his desk, picked up his drink and leaned back into a semi-sitting position.
“Come over here Carrie and remove your blouse for me.” McLish ordered.
With a strange sense of calm suddenly enveloping her, Carrie’s hands began working at the buttons of her blouse, as she stepped to a position directly in front of her soon-to-be boss.
The final button opened, the blouse pulled from her skirt, she slid the garment from her shoulders and placed it in his Richard’s outstretched hand.
“The bra,” he commanded!
The pink, matching cotton/spandex 34b demi-bra soon joined her blouse on his desk. Carrie shuddered with another small orgasm as the cool room air stimulated her nipples as did his eyes.
“I want you naked,” McLish said simply.
Her hands reached behind to unhook her skirt and she watched it fall to the floor. After bending to retrieve her skirt from where it lay around her ankles, Carrie gracefully stood tall.
Richard smiled, “turn around Carrie and ease your panties down until they are lying on the floor around your ankles.”
Carrie turned, hooked her fingers into her pink panties and slowly began to lower them. She could feel his eyes on her firm, womanly ass as the panties dropped first to her thighs and then to the floor.
“Lean forward from the waist without bending your knees anymore than you have to. Pick up your panties. Go slowly,” Richard said in a low voice.
Carrie bent over, over, over. It was a long way to the floor for this statuesque blonde. He hair tumbled down. Her fingers grasped the soaked evidence of her arousal as she stepped out of them.
“Do not stand up yet,” He ordered. “Spread your feet wide apart and let me see everything.
Carrie raised just a bit, spread her legs wide and bent back into the uncomfortable, totally exposing position he had demanded.
McLish put his hands on his swollen member as he stared first at Carrie’s tight, pink asshole and then between her legs. Her labia looked raw, inflamed and swollen. He could see her secretions bubbling out of her cunt and down her thighs.
“Give me your panties and your dignity,” he said.
Carried shuddered, his words making her even more excited. She straightened, turned to him and handed the soaked evidence of her arousal to Richard. She then stood naked before him, clad only in a pair of sheer and sexy thigh-hi stockings and her heels.
“Stand up straight Carrie. Open your legs just a bit wider for me,” he said firmly.
Carrie immediately did as she was told.
McLish looked at her small, but impressive breasts. With her long, lean look, they were perfect, still retaining that perky look that turned him on so. Carrie’s breasts stood high and firm. He noted her quarter-sized dark pink nipples proud in their erection.
Next he noticed her pubic hair, trimmed short, yet mostly covering the area above and through her genitals. The ‘down’ was a very light brown and he guessed soft to the touch.
“I will shave her personally,” He thought to himself.
“I am going to give you enough money to purchase several pair of new heels,” said Richard. “You are to purchase nothing shorter than a five-inch heel.”
You are magnificent and each day your stature will symbolize the power of this office. When clients come to visit me, you will tower over them in all your magnificence.
“Yes sir,” Carrie said.
“Spread your legs wider than your shoulders and lock your fingers behind your neck,” Richard instructed as he pulled the chair in front of her.
A long, stringy excretion had worked itself out of her vagina and was hanging down between her legs, threatening to break off and fall to the floor.
“You need to cum, don’t you Carrie,” Richard whispered, looking up into her eyes as he leaned forward in his chair, his fingers beginning to delicately trace the folds of her slit.
“Oh God yes, please,” Carrie moaned.
“Who do you belong to now Carrie,” McLish asked.
“You sir,” she answered. “God, please help me cum.”
“If I call you into this office and tell you to get on your knees and suck me off, what will you do Carrie?” Richard asked as his fingers rubbed the hood of her clitoris?
“I will do anything you say sir,” Carrie trembled, her body shook.
She could feel her powerful orgasm coming to the surface. She knew shortly this man would witness her most private moment.
Richard continued to talk softly to her as he rubbed her. “Do you want my fingers inside you Carrie?”
“Yes, oh yes, please,” she begged.
First one, then two of his fingers entered her deeply, ever so slowly moving in and out of her chamber, his thumb softly stroking her protruding clit.
Carrie could barely stand, teetering, her legs buckling, her vagina flowing, the sounds of her passion rising within the confines of his office.
Sheila listened over the intercom from her desk, her skirt hiked to her waist, her fingers busy between her legs.
McLish withdrew his fingers from her orifice just in time to back Carrie away from her imminent release.
“Oh God please sir, please let me cum,” Carrie could barely get the words out of her mouth.
“Beg for the job Carrie,” he said simply.
“Please sir, please make me your choice. I will make you proud of me. Please I am begging you,” the tall, naked, trembling woman said, her long blonde hair covering the sides of her face.
“Will you be my personal whore Carrie,” Richard asked as his fingers resumed the slow, steady work of milking Carrie’s cunt.
His fingers, deep in her wet cavern, curled forward and rubbed up and down on the walls of her vagina. He hit her G-spot and she was close to losing her balance.
“Yes sir,” Carrie moaned. “I will be your whore forever. Oh my God, this can not be happening. God, please hire me as your whore sir.”
Carrie’s knees buckled as the powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her hips bucked forward and down as she first humped and then sat on his hand. Her grunts, moans and screams loud enough for Sheila to hear her in the outer office.
She had never in her life felt anything close to the power of this orgasm. On and on it went, only stopping when she could no longer maintain her balance and toppled to the floor at his feet.
Small shudders of electricity continued to jolt her body as he commanded her to look up at him.
Sheila’s head was on the desk, her sweat ruining the paperwork in front of her as she recovered from her own powerful orgasm.
Carrie, with her beautiful blonde mane strewn across her face, looked up at the man who was changing her life. Sweat rolled down her chest and between her breasts.
Richard’s slacks were soon around his ankles, his briefs followed. Carrie stared up at his erection. Standing powerfully, his cock was perhaps 7 to 8 inches and as thick as her wrists.
“Suck,” was all he said.
Carrie rose to her knees, moved her head to his crotch, opened her mouth wide and took his manhood into her mouth for the first time.
It had been many years since anyone’s cock besides her husbands had found its way into her throat and she relished the newness of its taste in her mouth.
Her hand grasped the base and she sucked the precum from the opening at the head of Richard’s dick.
“Lock your hands behind your back. If I want a handjob I will tell you that,” he said as he grasped a huge handful of her blonde hair and impaled her mouth with his rod.
Richard began pumping her head up and down on his enlarging cock.
“When you blow me, set a steady rhythm and do not stop until I feed you,” Richard grunted.
“yeeeeeeth thuuuuuuuuuuur,” Carrie mumbled, too stuffed to enunciate.
Steadily he forced her oral fuck hole up and down on his seeping hard on. Soon she had the rhythm down and though he continued to grip her blonde tresses, he allowed her to do it herself.
She felt his hardness grow and knew it would be soon.
“When I cum, do not swallow, hold it all in your mouth,” he ordered.
“Yeeeettttthhhhhh thurrrrrrrr,” Carrie mumbled.
Suddenly her mouth began to fill with his seed. Spurt after spurt blasted into her mouth, onto her tongue, against the back of her throat and up into her nasal cavity.
“Suck it dry Carrie,” Richard ordered.
Carrie closed her lips tighter and sucked for all she was worth.
Finally, Richard removed his spent tool from her mouth.
“Now, look up at me and beg for the job,” he said as he continued to hold her blonde mane away from her beautiful face, her cheeks bulging as she held his sperm.
Carrie raised her chin and opened her eyes. With his cum flowing over her lips and off her chin she said, “please sir, please hire me as your whore.”
“You will be a credit to this office Carrie. It is my pleasure to offer you the position. Now swallow what is still in your mouth,” McLish stated as he began the process of pulling his trousers back into place.
Carrie swallowed as she was told and felt the large puddle of his cum flow down her throat and into her stomach.
Richard looked down at his beautiful new whore lying on the carpet at his feet, his cum dripping off her chin. He said into the intercom, “Sheila come in here with the paperwork. I have found your replacement and she is magnificent.”