Get on your knees.

From Create Your Own Story

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Current revision as of 06:18, 5 August 2014

After a moment of hesitation, you gulp hard and slowly kneel down beside him, his erection now standing at eye level.

"You know what to do, right?" His voice is filled with lusty excitement. "Come on, hurry up and get started!"

Reluctantly, you begin to part your soft lips and lean your mouth toward his penis. But then, you suddenly stop. What am I doing? How can I let this perv take advantage of me like this? You decide right there that you will not commit such a gross act to get some stupid job.

You begin to pull your head back. But suddenly, perhaps sensing your change of mind, Mr. Clark quickly reaches down, grabs a handful of your short brunette hair, and violently shoves your face into his crotch.

"Let go! You...!" Before you can finish screaming, your mouth is immediately stuffed with six inches of hard man meat, muffling any of your attempt to cry for help.

"Mmmh!!" You struggle hard to break free, pushing your hands against his knees and trying to pull your head back with all your might. But with one, swift move, the man reaches down with his other hand and tightly locks one of your wrist. Then, with much force, twists that arm viciously behind your back. You let out a muffled cry of pain. In fact, the pain is so severe that it brought tears to your eyes.

"Be a good girl, or I'll break off your arm." He twists the arm even tighter, at the same time slowly twisting the other hand full of your hair. The pain is becoming almost unbearable to the extent that you want to cry. You didn't realize this guy in a suit would be so strong. You decide you can only cooperate for the time being and look for an opportunity to escape.

You cease the pushing with the other hand and look up at him pleadingly, hoping he would loosen the grip. Realizing he had won, he smirked at you triumphantly. Then, without warning, press your head down hard.

"Mmmh!!!" Surprised by this move, you let out another muffled cry. You can feel the warm, hardened cock gagging your throat.

Perhaps excited by your futile resistance, he pull your head slightly up by yanking your hair, then, almost immediately, shoves your head right back down. Then back up, then back down, so on, faster and faster, until he starts to bob your head up and down his crotch, his rock-hard meat sliding back and forth in your mouth. Unable to utter a word, you begin to moan and whimper, hoping to gain some sympathy from him to stop.

"Shut up!" He pulled hard on the twisted arm again, drawing another muffled cry from you. "You better start liking it!"

He continue to bob your head up and down his crotch, his cock continue to slide back and forth between your cherry lips. Suddenly, you feel a strange sensation in your own crotch; an inexplicable, burning feeling, causing your vagina to throb uncontrollably. You quickly reach under your skirt with your free hand and grab tightly to quell the throbbing. But instead of diminishing, the throbbing, burning feeling in your crotch seems to escalate at your own touch. Then, almost unconsciously, you shove your hand tightly between your legs, slide your fingers under your panties, and begin to rub at your throbbing vagina.

"Mmhh..." This time, instead of a painful cry, you let out a passionate moan as your fingers pleasure and stimulate your clitoris. You spread your legs to allow the fingers more access, all the while, your head still bobbing up and down Mr. Clark's crotch. The hand that once clutched tightly to your hair now gently combing the hair away from your face.

"I knew the aphrodisiac drug would work on you, my sexy little slut."

Hearing that, you suddenly realize that your hot and horny sensation must have been induced by some kind of drug he put in the water earlier. But it's too late to fight it, as the ecstasy and excitement has already set in and overpowered any sense of consciousness. Your legs begin to weaken and you begin to lose consciousness. Your fingers seem to work with a mind of their own as they continue to rub faster and faster. Your muffled moan of pleasure becomes louder and louder. And it feels as if Mr. Clark's cock is getting harder and harder. You begin to feel a wetness in your crotch, and strangely, you love it.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum!" Mr. Clark suddenly shouted out. "I'm GONNA CUM!"

Realizing your mouth is still on his dick, you try to gather enough consciousness to pull out. But the hand that was just caressing your hair pushed your head down, preventing any escape attempt.

"OOHHH!! HERE IT COMES!! HERE IT COOOOMES!!!" He lets out a trembled cry, and with that, you can feel a hot, sticky, liquid exploding into your mouth. Your eyes roll back as you allow most of the liquid to run into your throat and the rest to gush out around your lips. Suddenly, you feel another explosion coming, this time from your own crotch.

"MMHHH!!!" You let out a loud, pleasureful moan as you orgasm, another wave of hot, sticky liquid squirting out of your vagina, soaking your fingers and panties, running down your long smooth legs, and dripping onto the carpeted floor. Your legs suddenly become powerless as you collapse to the ground, your head also conveniently collapses into a resting position in Mr. Clark's lap, his hardened, wet dick still hanging halfway out of your drenched lips.

"Mmm, you did an amazing job, my little sex angel." Mr. Clark release your locked arm, allowing it to drop lifelessly. And then reaching down, pick up the hand that is soaked with your love juice, and begin to suck on your sticky fingers. "You suck mine and I suck yours. Fair enough, right?" "

"Now I just need you to finish the job, okay sweetie?" He pointed to his crotch, referring to his still wet dick.

Still semi-conscious from your climax, you nod faintly and begin to obediently lick the cum still sticking to his penis without having the energy to lift your head. He reach down, pick up your head by the chin, and comb your loose hair away from your face.

"Congratulations, you got the job." He said in a soft voice, while gently caressing your hair. "Your starting salary will be $40 per hour. I'll see you here tomorrow at 9am, my sexy little secretary."

You smile faintly. Somehow, hearing $40 per hour makes you feel like this was all worth it. And besides, it really wasn't THAT bad.

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