“I wouldn’t object to watching you undress.”

When it comes to meaningful relationships, honesty is the best policy. When it comes to wanting to score a one-night-stand, honesty generally can take a back seat. In this particular case, I decide to be more-or-less truthful.

“Well, to be honest, I wouldn’t object to watching you undress. I hope that doesn’t sound too pervy or anything.” I watch her carefully, remembering that since I am her boss, I could have just earned myself and the company a lawsuit for sexual harassment.

She studies me carefully before giving me a small smile, grasping the bottom of her blouse with both hands, and pulling it up and over her head with one smooth motion.

I stand there, looking with unabashed admiration at her body. Her bra is simple — none of the fancy, expensive stuff that our actresses usually wear. The simplicity just seems to accentuate the mid-sized breasts contained in the undergarment. Her hands dangle at her side as she looks at me, studying my expression for signs of approval.

I grin and say, “Wow... That went a lot easier than I thought it might!”

Her expression is unchanged as she says, “I don’t think this was supposed to be a one-way show, though.” I follow her gaze to the clothing she handed me. “So if I’m going to undress in front of you, then you’d better do some serious stripping, yourself.”

I set the pile of clothing on a desk and quickly strip off my work clothing. As I peel off everything except my boxers, Tracy similarly discards all but her bra and panties. We stand there for a few moments, looking at eaach other. I can tell she is wondering where this is going to go.

I see her eyes moving up and down my body. I have no idea what kind of experience she has with guys, but she has been working in a porn studio for a while, so I’m positive this is not the most male flesh she has seen. I wonder what is going through her mind as her eyes move up and down. At last, her eyes find a resting place, staring straight at my crotch. I look down and am not entirely surprised to see the tent that is extending out in the front.

“I guess I don’t have to ask what you think of the view,” she says to me, not taking her eyes off my crotch.

“I think the view is gorgeous,” I say, truthfully. She folds her hands together behind her back and casually crosses one ankle over the other, standing easily with her weight on one foot. “If you’re ever interested in working on the other side of the camera, I’m sure there’s a great future for you at the company.”

She allows her eyes to come up to mine for a moment as she speaks. “Maybe I have another idea of what I’d like to do at the company.” Her gaze again drops down to the stretched fabric that is straining to hold in my growing erection.

“I’d love to talk to you about your future,” I respond. “Is there a particular position you have in mind?”

She licks her lips slowly, without averting her stare. “Right now I’m thinking of a lot of positions I’d like to try with you.”

She takes a couple of steps forward, never taking her eyes off my bulge. When she is near enough, she reaches out and pats my crotch.

“You know, I’ve seen some of your father’s work. He’s quite impressive in the anatomy department.” Her hand softly strokes the front of my boxers as her other hand touches my chest, slowly rubbing downward. “I wondered from the first time I saw you if that was a genetically-inherited trait. The word around the studio is that it is. I’d kind of like to see for myself.”

She gives my dick a squeeze, and I place my hands on her shoulders, savoring the soft, warm sensation of her skin. I lean toward her, pressing my crotch against her touch and breathing in the sexy scent of her hair.

“You can do a lot more than just look and wonder,” I tell her, letting my hands slowly move down her arms before finding their way to her bra-covered breasts. “Your internship is supposed to be all about ‘hands-on experience’ after all.”

She chuckles as she lets go of my crotch so she can release the single button of my fly. I feel her hand reach inside and fish for my swollen cock, squeezing it and guiding it out of the cloth opening.

“You can have some ‘hands-on experience,’ too, if you’d like,” she says, breathlessly, as she begins to stroke my rigid member.

I savor her touch and slip my fingertips under the bottom of her bra, lifting them up and exposing her nipples. I gently squeeze and manipulate them between my thumb and forefinger, turning the soft mounds into hard nubs.

“I’m an executive,” I tell her. “I am used to getting more done with my mouth than with my hands.” With than, I bend down and kiss her right breast. Her hand’s grip on my cock tightens and she moans. I play with her nipple with my tongue for a minute before opening my mouth wide and taking as much of her breast as my mouth can handle.

Tracy continues her firm, steady stroking of my cock as i reach between her legs and slide my hand inside her panties. The warm, hairy mound that awaits me is already moist, allowing my fingertips to easily slide inside her slit and rub up and down, in and out.

I feel one arm wrap around my back, apparently to hold herself steady as her knees start to show weekness. I guide her to her bed and lay her down on her back, with her feet dangling off the edge. Kneeling down between her legs, I take hold of her panties and slowly slide them down her hips. I lean in and kiss and gently nibble along her inner thigh, leading the way with my lips as I continue to pull her panties downward.

Once I have discarded her underwear to the side, I reverse the direction of my kisses, tracing the bones of her feet and ankles with my tongue and then slowly, teasingly, working my way upward along her calves and her inner thigh.

As my lips draw ever closer to the prize between her legs, I reach for it with my hand and rub her mound with my palm. I feel one of her hands take hold of my hair, and the other hand grasps my hand, guiding and urging it to rub harder and faster.

At last my lips have made their way to her snatch. Removing my hand from it, I use the tip of my tongue, beginning at the very bottom of her slit, and work my way upward, moving my tongue in a circular motion as I do so. By the time I get to her clit, Tracy is squirming on the bed, writhing and moaning like a slut in heat.

My cock has long since grown to full erection, and as I lick and suck at her tender womanhood, my cock is throbbing, reaching out from my open fly like a hungry snake looking for prey.

I rise to my feet, giving her snatch one last kiss as I do. I push my boxers off and kick them to one side and look down at Tracy. She lays on the bed, still wearing her bra that has been lifted up over her exposed breasts. The rest of her is naked, and as I lift her knees and spread her legs, she places her feet on the edge of mattress, opening her thighs wide for me. Her hungry and desirous eyes tell me all I need to know about what she wants from me, and I am only too happy to give her exactly that.

I wish her bed were just a few inches higher. As it is, I need to lean in a little and rest my knees against the edge of mattress so I can position my cock at the midpoint between her stretched legs. Her body shivers as my cockhead touches her velvety mound. I ease my way slowly inside her, still not knowing how experienced she might be with men. Even the most experienced of women can have some difficulty with the size of my cock, and I don’t want to ruin this experience for either of us by rushing things and scaring her off.

I need not have worried. Tracy reaches out and grabs me by the hips with both hands. While pulling me into her, she braces herself on her feet and thrusts her crotch hard against mine, driving my dick deep inside her all at once.

“Oh fuck!” we both exclaim at the same time. She holds me in this position, balls deep inside her, for several seconds, and I feel her pulsating vaginal muscles caresssing and coaxing my cock with their rippling convulsions.

Unable to remain still any longer, I begin my steady, rhythmic thrusts in and out of her tight hole. Tracy continues to meet my thrusts with her own, and it isn’t long before the cheaply-made dormitory bed begins pouring out a steady series of bangs against the wall.

We continue in this position for a couple of minutes before I remember Tracy saying that she was interested in exploring many positions with me. Not wanting to disappoint her, I pull out and begin to roll her over on her stomach so I can take her from behind.

Tracy has different ideas, however, and resists my efforts to roll her over. Instead, she pulls me back into my previous position, but instead of resting her feet on the mattress, she lifts them and places them on my shoulders. I resume fucking my intern, delighting in the subtle change of sensations at the different angle of my thrusts.

Tracy is not overly vocal, but her groans and utterances of “oh...” and “ugh...” and “yeah....” are sufficient to tell me that she is not regretting the delay in our dinner plans.

I take one of her ankles and move it to the other side of my head, so that both feet are resting on one shoulder. I turn my body slightly so I can fuck her cunt at a 45-degree angle. I have to bring one knee up on the bed for better leverage, and we remain in this position for a few mininutes.

I feel Tracy’s cunt convulse in several micro-orgasms, each one progressively more intense than the previous. Each one brings me ever closer to my own, and if I am any judge of my sexual responses, when it comes, it’s going to be a biggie!

I take her left foot and put it back on my right shoulder and resume the prior position, which allows me to powerfully pummel her twat. It isn’t long before Tracy removes her feet from my shoulders and wraps her legs around by body, pulling me in hard and tight against her.

Her guttural moans have grown steadily louder and more intense. Her breathing is coming in short, rapid gasps, and the way she jackhammers her crotch against my thrusts couldn’t be any faster or more intense if we were two bunnies, fucking for all we were worth.

Her moan is supplanted by an wordless, inward gasp of air. I feel my cock squeezed for all it is worth by the powerful contraction of orgasm ripping through her pummeled cunt. Her legs, wrapped around my body, pull me in so tightly that I can only continue to piston in and out of her by the bucking of my hips.

She released her viselike grip of my body just in time. As my orgasm hits me, I barely have time to pull out of her still-throbbing cunt and shoot a massive load of cum across her body. Several ribbons jet out of my prick as I stroke it and milk it hard. Had this been filmed as one of the scenes for one of Cum On’s productions, it would have been one of those money shots that we just keep showing on a slow-motion loop. My spunk makes it all the way to just under her chin and leaves a tell-tale trail down her neck, between her breasts, and over her stomach, right to the thick pool of semen that is soaking into her pubic hair.

We both take deep breaths, soaking in the pleasure of the moment. Finally, when I am able to speak more clearly, I look at Tracy and grin.