Hyosung needs tender care

She closes her eyes, gently biting her lip as she enjoys your attentions.

"I want you to know how beautiful you are," you murmur, kissing her neck gently as you finger her. "I want to please you, Hyosung, I want you to feel good..."

She groans softly, and you feel her shudder slightly. You gently curl your finger and feel her pussy tighten against your finger, and she moans quietly, closing her eyes. "John..."

You lean in, kissing her deeply as she continues to grind her pussy into your hand. You feel her get wetter and wetter, and she begins to rub against you more urgently. Her body is velvet, and heat, and desire. Everything you want is to please her. You feel a primal urge, an atavistic impulse to conquer her, to make her want to be conquered. You want to tame her, to break her wild spirit and bend it to your will, and at the same time you want to kneel before her with you as her supplicant and her as your goddess.

"Harder," she pants, as you slow down. "Faster, please." You comply, and you feel her begin to tense. "Yes, yes!" she says, and you feel her pussy clench against your intruding fingers as she climaxes, her whole body tightening and then relaxing. She sighs, falling back into the couch as she catches her breath.

"You're amazing," she says, smiling.

"Because you are," you reply.

She smiles, and leans in to kiss you on the cheek. "Thank you."

"We good here?" you ask.

"Definitely," she says.

"Hyosung, I'd like you to work here," you say, "I want you..."

"To work for you?" she replies.

You pause. "That's what it can mean, if you like."

"I'd like that," she replies, smiling. "For now."

"For now?" you ask.

She nods slowly. "We'll see how it goes."

"OK," you reply, smiling, drinking in her beautiful face. You're a bit worried at the effect she has on you, and how much you want her, but you just ignore that, and relish the moment. You just made her cum, possibly harder than she ever has. You feel like the king of the world, and no-one's ever made you feel that way, not quite like this.

"I should go," she says, a little ****.

"Our interview is still scheduled for the next ten minutes," you reply.

She looks at you, smiling. "Is it?"

You look down at her crotch. "I could..." you start to pull her skirt down.

"What are you doing?" she asks, softly pushing your hand away, nervous.

"I want to go down on you."

"I..." She looks away, her cheeks blushing. "I don't think..."

"I want to do things to you that you'll like," you say, pushing her back onto the couch as you kneel in front of her. "I want us to enjoy ourselves."

"What if someone comes in?"

"I locked the door," you say, pulling her panties off.

"I really shouldn't," she says, as you slide your hand up her thigh, reaching her glistening slit. "I..."

"I can stop, if you want," you tell her. She looks at you, biting her lip, and then she shakes her head.

"I want this," she says.

You smile, and lean in, kissing her clit gently as you slide your middle finger into her moist pussy. She gasps, and takes a deep breath, closing her eyes as she enjoys your touch.

You work diligently for the next ten minutes, moving your tongue along her clit in careful circles as you work it in and out of her.

Hyosung is panting and writhing as you plunder her hot cunt with your eager tongue, **** to get her off.

And, finally, she does, collapsing backwards on the couch as she moans in pleasure. "Oh God!" she pants. "That was..."

"I'll take that as a success," you say, smiling.

"You better believe it was a success," she replies, nearly jumping on top of you as she kisses you fiercely. "I want to do that again."

"Hyosung," you reply, tracing her jaw, "we can do that as much as you want."

"Good," she says, kissing you again. "Because I want to do it a lot."

"I have another audition," you explain, "but you're hired."

She smiles, and you kiss, her standing up and sliding her panties back on. "I suppose you have to get back to work then," she replies.

"Yeah," you nod, walking to the door and unlocking it. You hold it open for her, and she walks out.

She stops, turning to face you. "Well, this is it," she says. "This is where we say goodbye for now. right?"

"Yeah" you reply. You don't want her to leave.

"Do I get to kiss you goodbye?" she asks.

"Of course," you reply, walking towards her.

She moves forward, wrapping her arms around your shoulders as she slowly reaches up to kiss you. Her lips are puffy and slick, and as she kisses you, you feel like you could absolutely melt into her. She breaks off the kiss, smiling at you. "Goodbye, John," she says. "I'll see you soon."

She walks away, and you watch her go, before turning back to your own office. The door is still open, so you walk in, closing it behind you.

You sit down at your desk, feeling drained.

Your dick is rock hard and your balls feel heavy and full. You honestly can't believe you've held it in this whole time. You've got so much pent up sexual frustration you're not sure if you're going to be able to ever feel normal again.