As I eased his shorts down he let out a low sigh. His cock was pulled downwards and then sprung up, bobbing momentarily in front of my face. There was a slight glisten on the tip. I looked up at him from my subservient position with what I hoped was a dirty sexual expression.
“Show me how you will look after the guests” he said, and his cock strained upwards. I smiled and put my hand on it, feeling its girth and hardness. I circled a finger over the tip, spreading the pre-cum around. I stroked the shaft downwards, stretching his foreskin so the purple head emerged. If Amy could see my now.
I leaned forward and kissed the tip, kissed it again, then parted my lips to let it slide just enough into my warm mouth. I held that position and used my tongue to caress the eye while massaging the shaft with my hand.
“Yes, like that” Nick said encouragingly. He was easing his waist towards me, desperate to slide his manhood further in and feel my lips and mouth envelope him. I teased him a while longer before sliding my head downwards, taking his full length and eliciting a deep moan from him. He put his hands on my shoulders as I slowly rocked my head forwards and backwards, slurping and sucking his cock. “Oh you feel so fucking good” he said as he gyrated his hips against me, slow upward thrusts of his rigid shaft against the downstrokes of my wet mouth.
I have to admit I loved it. I’d always enjoyed men being helpless to a blowjob and how much sheer pleasure can be given and received from oral sex as a man or a woman. But here, in this situation, it was much more. This was an interview for Christ’s sake. I was on my knees sucking dick to get a job where I was expected to fuck the guests. On paradise island.
I wanted him to cum. I wanted to feel and hear him lose control and explode into my mouth, and I wanted to taste his salty cum and suck him until he begged my to stop and tell me I had the job. But he had other ideas. He took hold of my hair and eased me off his shaft and pulled me to my feet. “That was very nice. You have a talented tongue and eager mouth,” he said, “but I need to see all of it. I need to know that you will go all the way for our guests.”
He looked down at my denim shorts. I understood. There was no turning back now. I undid the button and the zip and worked the shorts down over my hips and let them drop. I hooked my fingers under the elastic of my bikini bottoms, eased those down, and stood naked before him. His eyes focused on my blonde bush but any amusement had gone and he betrayed only longing. I breathed heavily, my heart pounding in my chest as I stood there waiting for him to make the next move. He reached out to touch my bush and slide his hand downwards between my legs where his finger slipped straight inside my wet gash. “Oh" I murmured, surprised and aroused by the feel of his touch.
“I see you are ready for me,” he said, smiling. “That’s a good sign.” He played with me, sliding his finger in and out before finding my clit and gently circling it. I breathed very heavily now.
Fuck me. Go on, fuck me - I want it. Please.
“On the desk” he said, indicating just behind me. I perched on the edge of it, facing him, and parted my legs. He stood in front of me and spread them further, stroking my legs and the inside of my thighs and gazing at my sopping gash that was exposed for him. I waited, desperate.
“Fuck me," I finally heard myself say, and I lay back on the desk and rested on my elbows so I could watch him. He smiled, held the base of his cock and aimed it at my pussy. He nudged the tip against my wet lips which parted willingly around it. “Oh god" I moaned as he pushed it inside me and filled me and my cunt enveloped his whole shaft. He began to make long, slow, strokes, withdrawing to the tip and sinking back inside me to the hilt. I squeezed my nipples and arched my back and writhed my hips in response.
“God you’re sexy” he said. His pace increased, his strokes faster but still deep and hard inside me. He gripped my waist and pulled me to him on each forward thrust. Jesus he felt good. I reached a hand between my legs to play with my clit, feeling the fire begin to grow inside me. It seemed like he wasn’t going to last much longer. He thrusts were powerful and rapid and he was uttering a short sharp groan on each one. “Yes, yes" I whimpered.
When he came he let out a loud cry, “aaaargh!”, and he gripped my waist even tighter and held me onto him as he jerked and writhed inside me. I frantically fingered my clit to release my own orgasm until it hit my like a wave, I shrieked and then clenched and I wrapped my legs tight around him. Finally, both spent, our bodies relaxed. He withdrew his cock and gently stroked my wet gash with his thumb. “Beautiful” he said, admiring it. I lay on the
