Interviewing Holly

Isaac checked the time. He was 15 minutes late, which he thought would be just about perfect. Whatever the mojo was about this place it was cumulative. Someone just being here for a few seconds would hardly feel any different. After a few minutes they were pretty suggestible. After about 15, they were hooked. He was on safe ground by now he figured as he stepped towards the door and met Holly, the first candidate for his receptionist post. When he saw her, he realized he did not need to meet the second.

Isaac stepped towards her with an outstretched hand. Holly jumped up to her feet and with a nervous grin put out her own hand to meet it. Her potential employer's hand went straight past hers though as he continued to step forward and clasped her left boob through her stylish satin blouse and as he continued to close, he put his lips to hers and engaged in a deep kiss before even introducing himself. Holly's eyes widened in shock, but accepted this with absolute certainty that this was completely appropriate and allowed her boob to be squeezed as he mushed his lips against hers and slid his tongue into her mouth, filling it in much the way she had been imagining it would be filled with a cock soon. His other hand slid down the front of her in between them and pushed at her sex through her neat skirt, and Holly thought that this was just fine.

His hand rubbed firmly against her pussy while he squeezed her boob and she could feel herself getting wet. She wanted to ask him, no needed to ask him, is she could please suck his dick, but his tongue was still in her mouth, sliding around hers. She wondered if she could just reach into his ants and grab it, but she felt that would be too forward. She would have to wait her time and maybe he would let her get her mouth around his cock. It was all she could think of. Her pussy was now sodden, between the firm rubbing it was receiving and her thinking about filling her mouth with cock.

The idea of the job, the thing that she had actually come here for, had completely vanished from Holly's mind. All she could think of was that she was **** for him to put his cock in her. She would happily avail him of any orifice he took an interest in and her pussy was now clamoring for more.

When Isaac disengaged his lips enough to growl quietly, "Strip", Holly hurried to obey. Her hands pulled quickly at the fussy bow around her neck, enabling her to pull the whole blouse over her head in a moment then quickly followed that by hauling the smooth shiny skirt down her legs. She was grateful she had shaved them. By the time she had followed these with her black silk panties to reveal her closely waxed pussy, she realized he was naked too and advancing on her once more. Gratefully, she allowed herself to be pushed back onto the desk and opened her legs. He said nothing as his penis presented itself at her opening then slid fully inside her in one fluid movement.

Her interviewer grabbed her by the ankles and held them apart while thrusting slowly into her as if savoring the sensation.

Isaac watched her now keen-to-please face as he began to increase his speed, noting with satisfaction how wet and eager she was. She said nothing though as he proceeded to fuck her with abandon but gripped the edges of his desk with care in order to not slide off with the thrusting rhythm and pressure coming from between her legs. Her boobs traveled up and down her torso in waves in time to his thrusts. Isaac wished vaguely that he had another set of hands to grab them. However he had no intention of letting her legs go at the moment while he used them for traction to let him plow into her more firmly and quickly.

Before long he could see Holly's eyes losing focus, her breath panting, and her face beginning to flush. At that he released the last of his brakes and went for it, slamming hard and fast into her and was rewarded by a rippling internal embrace on his cock as her orgasm began to really take hold. Eventually his seed began to flow into her in pulse after pulse of satisfaction. She began to emit a small mewing sound with her eyes clenched shut until he was done, released her ankles and slumped, content on top of her on the desk .