She responded “I do have another picture but I’m not sure I should let the manager see it… unless it would help me get the job. Does that mean you’ll be my boss?”. Almost instantly, she got a response “Send the picture, I will then decide what I need to do with you. And yes, I would be your boss, which I know we will both enjoy”.
Fuck, she knew he was playing on her kinks. She loved to be controlled and was so submissive to him; she would be at his feet all day just waiting for him to tell her what to do. She shook her head, no! Snap out of it, don’t go there, he’s taken. But her urge to be dominated and fucked by him was too strong. She could feel herself getting tingly. This is what she wanted. She wanted to submit to him.
She sent it. No words, just the picture. She collapsed back on her bed, her eyes tight shut and imagining his reaction to what he’s just seen. She smiled to herself and thought about his dick getting hard for her, and she wanted it so badly; his dick fits so perfectly inside her. Another message…”Be there at 6pm, wearing nothing but that outfit”. She giggled. This was very exciting and she couldn’t wait for the interview.
The interview day came and she was now very nervous, although they’d had lots of sexy conversations; it had been over 11 years since they’d seen each other in person and nearly 16 years since they first met. A very long time had passed, but he still had a hold over her. She put on her makeup and did her hair, wearing it how she knew he liked it. She made sure that her pussy was clean shaven and looked good enough to eat under the black velvet skirt. She felt so alive, walking around just knowing that she was wearing no panties or bra and that her pussy and breasts were so easy for him to access. She put on some heels too, to finish the look.
She turned up at the branch and it looked empty. She pushed the door open and it made a loud buzzer go off. He will know she’s here, she thought. She walked to the tall front desk, she could hear her heels tapping the floor with each step. Stood waiting, she cleared her throat, her nerves were getting the better of her. All of a sudden, the back door opens and he steps in, he looks up towards the desk. His face is a picture. It’s a mixture of shock and excitement, he almost can’t believe that she is stood in his branch, after all those years. He quickly makes his way over to her and greets her with a “Hello you”, wrapping his muscular arms around her body and squeezing her into him. This felt like home for her and she nuzzled in. He rubbed her back and then squeezed again to hold her some more.
After a while, he opened his arms and pulled her body away from his to look at her face to face. They smiled at each other and he made his happy face, where he smiles at the same time as squeezing his eyes shut for a second. She knew from that face, he was pleased to have her back in his arms. He then stepped away again and gave a deep breath. The time for being sentimental was over, he had switched back to being the manager. His deep, seductive voice welcomed her to the interview and she just kept staring at him in awe. She hadn’t managed to say anything since she saw him, which was unusual for her!
He took her out the back to his office. Walking in, she saw a large rectangular desk and then a big chair behind it…his chair. There was another chair which he had placed in front of his desk for her to sit on. He welcomed her in and she sat down, as the door closed behind them. He went through the interview questions and they both remained professional throughout, while staring into each others eyes for longer than needed each time he paused from asking a question.
He realised that she had really grown up in the time they’d been apart and that her once feisty and lively demeanor had calmed and she was now more mature; he was taken aback by the change in her but he liked the mystery of working her out again. Deep down he knew her personality very well and he was confident knowing that she was still his sexy lady. He wondered why nobody else, not even his fiancé had managed to match their long lasting chemistry and connection, because their desire for each other burned as hot as ever. He considered if the timing was right now, for them to be together again and for him to accept that even though all those years ago she wasn’t what he wanted, time has shown that she is the only person he can be himself with and who just gets him like no one else has.
While sat opposite her, he was becoming aroused, freely glancing down at her breasts while she answered the questions. Her chest was moving rhythmically up and down as she breathed in and out and he was imagining what her breasts would look like if he pulled her top down so that they became exposed. They agreed on her working hours and discussed a trial week. She explained she had a professional full time job, which she could take holiday from if he needed her to complete a whole weeks trial. He smiled, he selfishly wanted a week with her after not seeing her in the flesh for years.
He then asked her to stand up, she did this and he stood up too. Both facing each other with his desk between them, he calmly told her that she needed a physical examination before he would be happy to start her trial. He reminded her that she was to be clean and presentable in all areas, and as part of the physical exam, he would need to check this.
Her eyes widened as she knew what he meant, she was so close to saying no, because he was still engaged to someone else but again; she wanted him so much that was unable to argue with him. Her mind started wondering, with wild thoughts about what would happen next. Then a voice interrupted her “Are you happy for me to continue?” He said, almost forcefully. “Yes, Sir” she said. Upon being called Sir, he smiled playfully at her.
She stared back at him, not smiling at this point as she became aware of the power dynamic at play. He was most certainly in control here. He was the manager and he would be her boss. She had instantly become submissive, which turned her on, giving her goosebumps all over her body and making her nipples hard.
He used his deep, seductive voice and talked slowly, telling her to place both hands on the desk, which caused her to lean over it, being bent over so her arse was pushed outwards. He was then silent and started to make his way slowly around the desk, his eyes fixed on her body. She could hear his shoes against the tiled floor but she continued to stare ahead, outwardly she looked calm but she was secretly excited about letting him examine her.
He stood behind her and took a moment to admire her body, taking note of her curves and toned areas thinking about how fuckable she was. He bent down and ran a hand up the back of her bare leg, stopping at the bottom of the skirt. He then used both hands to pull the skirt up to her waist in one movement, revealing her arse completely. She felt so exposed now, staring ahead, her eyes wide open with anticipation while he was inspecting her. He was thinking about what he could do to her at that moment. She was so vulnerable there with her arse just out for him; he could take full advantage of her and he knew she would let him. He could feel his dick just begging to be let out to get to her, but he couldn’t let that happen just yet. She was still as he was looking at her, and she waited for his next move. Nothing…and then…slap! He spanked her arse hard. She gasped, flinching on impact and almost jumping up, but did not speak and continued to stare ahead, bent over with her hands on the desk.
He looked down at her arse and saw he had made her red, he had marked her with his handprint and he was enjoying this, a bit too much. He was beginning to get carried away with his thoughts – he had his ex in his office who he had fantasised about for so long, and he was doing what he wanted to her. He spanked her other cheek, again, as hard as he dare. She flinched upon the impact and gasped again; but this time she pushed her arse back out afterwards, just moving it a little from left to right to provoke him to spank her again. She was enjoying this too, he thought. But he wasn’t going to let her get what she wanted just yet. He pulled her skirt down again. He ordered her to stand up and turn around. His voice had that edge of authority with it, like it was a demand and not an ask; but she was very happy to oblige.
She could still feel the sting from the spanks on her bare cheeks as she moved to stand up and then turned around. She was breathing so deeply at this point in anticipation as to what would happen next. He was stood right in front of her now and he towered over her petite frame. Without a word, he took her straps from her shoulders and pulled them right down her arms, stopping at her wrists, which also peeled her top down and revealed her breasts as they fell out of the top which once cupped them perfectly.
He admired her perky nipples, hard from arousal and from being exposed. By now his cock was harder than ever, still inside his trousers. He wanted to suck and bite on her erect nipples but he controlled himself. Instead he used his hands and pinched on both of them at the same time, tugging on them as he did so. Her mouth opened slightly as she let out a small breath in her pleasure filled state. She could feel her pussy tingling and knew it was getting wet, just ready to take him inside her, but she didn’t want him to know just how turned on she was.
Too late….he then ran his hand up under the front of her skirt and inbetween her bare legs from her knees to her pussy. His fingers were at her opening and he could feel everything. His eyes widened this time, he was shocked at how ready she was for him but he loved it too because he realised that power play really got to her and it meant she would do anything for him in her aroused state. He liked to be in control and it turned him on to know that he could make her this wet by barely touching her.
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