Give him some encouragement

You sit on the edge of the desk and begin a strip tease, first kicking off your black heels, and then slowly undoing the buttons of your tan suit jacket. He's watching but not with the same hunger as before. You direct him to remove his pants and flop your bare feet into his lap, massaging his soft, spit-soaked member as you continue your show.

Your vest is discarded, and the black blouse beneath soon follows. You are left in a tan miniskirt and a black bra that struggles admirably to keep control of your massive tits. He's watching more intently now. You bring the covered golden lobes up to your mouth. Large areolas peak over the top of the bra and you lick at them humming in pleasure. He is receptive but still semi solid. You stand up and remove your miniskirt, revealing your lack of undergarments. Now you have his attention.

You plop your bare pussy in his lap and your massive breasts in his face. You grind your hips and your chest against him as he squirms beneath you. You unclasp your bra and your gigantic orbs spring free. You beg him in hushed tones to suck on your tits, and he doesn't need much encouragement. He sucks the tiny nipples, hungrily laps the large areolas, and squeezes the soft flesh with both hands. You throw your head back in elation. You're enjoying yourself even more than he is.

He's so busy mashing your tits into his face, he doesn't even notice you sliding his now solid cock into your wet pussy. You make leisurely circular grinds against his hips. He's gasping for air between mouthfuls of your delicious breasts. You moan loudly as you start to bounce on his cock. Your full soft ass deforms and slaps with every stroke. You quicken the pace, and your moans have turned to "yes"s and pleas to god. You tell him how good it feels, how good he is. His now shallow breaths leave him unable to keep up his oral stimulation. He grabs you about the waist and squeezes you until his face is buried flush against your breast bone, wheezing loudly. With his tight grip he starts his own thrusting and the combination of your efforts produces a violent piston effect in your burning vagina. Your "yes"s have turned to "fuck"s

He grunts, and his body stiffens. He's filling you with his seed again. You keep up the pace, cumming loudly from the thought of driving this shy boy to a second orgasm.

"So..." he says, his voice muffled by your breasts in his face, "did I get the job?"