Your ass isn't for job interviews.

"Then, I'll be sure not to bottom when I go into your office", you quip back at Trevor as you sit up and move to roll him over onto his back.

"Wait, whu-?" he starts, but your hands are already on his shoulders, pressing him back onto his bed as you climb over him.

"I'm actually a professional, so if you want offer me a job, let's discuss that later, and if you want to fuck, open your legs." You move to slide one hand between Trevor's thighs, as he sputters.

"But, oh-" he face shifts in confusion, but his legs hesitantly part enough for you to reach further behind and slide a fingertip against his entrance. He gasps and bucks slightly, then seems to relent "-oh, fuck..." His hole doesn't feel especially tight, and you snort lightly at his previous attempt to look like a dominant top. You easily wiggle your finger into him halfway to the first knuckle.

"Lube?" you ask, then quickly spot an unconcealed bottle on a bedside table as Trevor grunts and gestures towards it with one hand. "Roll over," you order as you remove your finger from his opening and reach for the lube.

Trevor dutifully rolls onto his front, lifting his hips in a pornographic kneeling position. As you open the bottle and squeeze some slick liquid onto your fingers, he whines lightly and reaches out for your hard penis that's only a few inches from his face. "Want it..." he murmurs, curling his fingers around your length and pulling it to his mouth. You chuckle at how he's effortlessly turned into a mewling sub after his earlier show of dominance. Trevor's warm lips and tongue envelop your cock and suckle eagerly again while you reach back to work the lube into his hole. You easily work two fingers into Trevor's body, and he squeals lightly again as he sucks you. The ring of muscle around his entrance easily opens up, allowing your two fingers in almost effortlessly.

"Good boy," you cup the back of Trevor's head and thrust into his mouth, as you test a third finger into his body. He groans and moves his hips back, consciously opening his hole as he presses back onto your three fingers. He's more than ready.

It's a little absurd, but you do enjoy the idea of dominating this jerk who thought he could use your desperation to get off.

You forcibly push Trevor's head down so his cheek rests on his bed as you slide out of his mouth. He nearly pants and eyes your penis hungrily. "I'll only give this to your ass, now. Does your ass want my cock?" Trevor's eyes don't move from your wet, glistening penis, but he nods vigorously. A smile creases your face and you move around behind him, slicking up your erection quickly before forcing his knees apart further with your own.

Trevor's bright pink hole puckers and releases, as if winking at you from between his creamy white cheeks. You line up the head of your cock with one hand and press down between his shoulders with the other. Trevor's hole seems to open and accept the head of your penis, and your other hand also moves to his back, holding him in a submissive ass-up position.

This is the first time you've really tried to dominate someone, and Trevor's previous attitude and current eagerness only encourage you. You push forward and watch with intense satisfaction as your slick cock slides easily into Trevor's ass. He lets out a soft open-mouthed moan, but doesn't offer any resistance. You can actually feel his inner muscles working to accept your length. Once your hips come to rest against his pale soft ass, you feel his pucker clamp down on the base of your shaft, as if not wanting to let it go.

You enjoy the sensation for a moment before pulling out with effort, then quickly sliding back in, quickly establishing a rhythm. Trevor also finds a rhythm of letting out a soft gasp when you push in and clenching down on you as you pull out. While not the tightest ass you've been in by far, Trevor's conscious control of his inner muscles is a particular pleasure and urges you towards orgasm far quicker than you were expecting.

Before you pass beyond the point of no return, you slow your thrusting and move your hands back to his ass. Your fingers kneed his white cheeks as he whines for you to continue. "You've got a greedy ass, don't you?" you chuckle.

Trevor rises out of his **** reverie and smiles against his bedspread. "Like it? Then fill it up."

Your thumbs press into his entrance on either side of your cock, and he gasps, not expecting the extra intrusion. "How much can it take?" you ask.

Trevor lets out a softly groans, "Plenty". His body writhes, but he's still got his tshirt on.

"Take off your shirt. I want to see you squirm," you order. Without opening his eyes, Trevor lifts his torso and quickly whips his shirt off. You reward him by pushing your thumbs in further. He whines, and his hole tightens around your digits and cock, but he doesn't complain. The muscles in Trevor's lower back undulate nicely, and you imagine his the muscles of his inner channel struggling to accommodate everything you're forcing in. He reaches down with one hand and wraps it around his bouncing cock, but you give him another order. "Play with your tits, don't touch your cock." Trevor whines again, and you respond by stretching open his hole with your thumbs a little. He gasps in surprise, but both his hands shoot to his chest, fingers finding his rosy nipples. You thrust your shaft in and out of his stretched opening a few times as a reward for his compliance. From the wince on his face, you imagine that he's not entirely enjoying what's happening to his ass, now, so you retract your thumbs and rub your hands on his lower back soothingly. "Good boy. You can have it, now."

Trevor mewls thankfully, as his fingers stretch and roll the buds of his nipples. Your fingers dig into his cheeks, pulling them apart as you resume fucking him. His hole seems to have given up a little of it's previous strength, but there's more than enough erotic satisfaction in having strained it. Your thrusts increase in speed and ****, now willing yourself to come. Each of Trevor's breaths come out as a soft whine, and he pulls at his nipples frantically. As you feel your orgasm build, you give his ass a hard loud slap and demand, "Take it". He mumbles "yes", over and over as you pound into his body roughly. The heat of your orgasm finally overwhelms you, and you feel the satisfying burning of pouring your cum into his ass, spurt after firey spurt.

You continue to thrust slowly, even as you ride out the afterglow of your orgasm while Trevor gasps, seeming to be digging into his nipples roughly. His inner channel seems to writhe and clench around your still-hard cock as his own orgasm takes him. He gaps loudly as he bounces his hips, working his hole on your shaft as he needs. Once he slows and finally comes to rest, you pull your shaft out of him, pulling a long trail of your cum from his red, abused hole. You smile at the puddle of his cum under hanging sack, as he came without touching himself. Just from your cock.

You quickly find some tissues next to his bed and wipe yourself off, also sparing his buttcrack a quick wipe. You're tempted to make some business-related joke, but you think better of it or making any suggestions that might complicate a possible legitimate job.

Trevor remains in his ass-up, head down position with a sleepy expression on his face. The look of the well-fucked. You offer him a satisfied smile. "That was fun, but I've gotta get to brunch." You begin to dress quickly, confirming with your phone that Chris has sent multiple texts.

Trevor finally rolls onto his side with a sigh. "I think it's only fair that you return the favor, bent over my desk, next week." He never stops. You smirk and snort simultaneously, then bend over and give him a quick non-committal smooch.

You wonder if it wasn't such a great idea to hook-up with a potential employer under any circumstances as you exit his room and quietly close the door.

As you turn, you catch a glimpse of Tyler closing the door of the apartment, rolling his eyes at you. You quickly swish out your mouth in the bathroom and run your fingers through your hair. Moments later, as you exit the building, you spot Tyler again, getting into a taxi and purposely closing the door instead of offering you a set. Apparently brunch is going to be interesting.

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