A Long, Wet and Juicy Oral Presentation Snagged Me My Dream Job

Once I was on my knees, he begged me to cum work for him

“Yeah, Mom, I’m here now.” Quick stab of a button and I paid the Uber, slamming the car door and weaving through the heavy downtown foot traffic.

“What time is your interview with Winston Electronics, Aim?” Mom chatted like I had all the time in the world. I didn’t.

“Tomorrow morning, Mom. Today I’m meeting with Sullivan Software. I’ve gotta go, or I’m going to be late, Mom. Love you!” I sighed, stressed over this job interview. After graduating last year, finding a job had been difficult in the tech industry.

“Oh! Make sure to go say hello to…” I punched the red button, cutting her off, as my heels clicked across the floor towards the elevator.

Stress relief. Bathroom. Now. I popped into a stall in the women’s washroom and pulled the purple silicone egg from my purse. Once it was powered up, I opened the app on my phone and set it to the lowest setting.

Fuck. That’s it. So good. Fuchsia pencil skirt tugged into place, matching blazer buttoned just right, I checked my email while the elevator chugged down to the lobby.

Eyes wide, I looked around the reception area of Sullivan Software, returning the woman at the desk’s smile.

“I’m Aimee Rochester. Here for a job interview.” Nerves rolled in my belly. Deep breath in, held for three seconds, and then out. Soft vibrations teased my clit. Perfect stress relief.

“Welcome, Aimee. Right this way. Mr. Sullivan is expecting you.” I followed the curvy blonde down a corridor to a corner office. Shoulders straight, I thanked her as I passed her in the doorway.

And stopped. Dead in my tracks.

Just finishing a phone call is the drop-dead gorgeous owner of Sullivan Software, Geoff Sullivan, who also happened to be my parents’ neighbour. Their older, sexier than anyone has the right to be, neighbour.

“Aimee? Great to see you. Are you my interview?” He flashed me a sexy smile and took my hand, thumb brushing across my phone. Across the open app screen.

My clit vibe jolted me as he accidentally turned it up full. I swallowed, hard, and closed my eyes. A shock of pleasure shot up my spine.

Eyes bright, he turned my phone over. “Well… what do we have here? Are you being a naughty girl, Aimee?” He leaned in close, lips brushing my ear. “Do I need to punish you, bad girl?”

Breath ragged. Panties drenched with desire. Vibe pounding into me. He stared into my eyes, assessing me.

“Now, be a good girl and get on your lovely knees.” I licked my lips, not sure what to make of his words, and reached for my phone. “Oh no, my naughty girl. This is mine.” A flick of his thumb and the vibe slowed to a lower setting.

He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and kissed me. Sure. Determined. Tongue demanding entry between my lips. Forehead against mine, he whispered, “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are, Aimee?”

No, I really didn’t. I was a voluptuous, curvy twenty-three-year-old woman whose limited sexual experiences had been underwhelming, at best.

But I could suck cock like a pro.

I shook my head. He chuckled, “You are the sexiest woman I’ve met in years, sweet girl.” His tongue licked the seam of my lips while he slid my jacket off my arms. “Now… On. Your. Knees, naughty girl. Time to swallow this hard cock into your hot, wet, mouth.”

He picked up a remote from his desk and locked the door behind me. I kicked my heels off and sank to my knees, pulling his expensive dress shoes off and tossing them aside.

Fingers crept along his leather belt, pushing it through the loops and unhooking the buckle. Pushed the button through the hole and stopped. Uncertain. Nervous.

Lip caught between my teeth, I looked up, eyes wide and curious. Button open, I pulled his zipper down and dragged his pants over his knees and tossed them on top of his shoes.

Fingers trailed up his legs and under the legs of his boxer briefs, squeezing his thighs. Gaze locked on his, I watched his Adam’s apple bob as I opened my mouth and settled it over the hard ridge of his cock. My tongue stroked him through the cotton. Teeth nipped him. He trembled under my fingertips.

I reached up, grabbed the waistband, and kissed his cock as I pulled the bright blue cotton down over his hips. Gasp of delight burst from me.

“Wow.” I licked my lips. His hands stroked my hair. I leaned in, dragging my tongue up his velvety length. My long, low moan fills the room.

“Fuck. My naughty girl likes Daddy’s cock, does she?” His hips angled his cock towards my mouth.

“Oh, Daddy.” Who knew calling him Daddy would wreck my panties? “I like it a lot.”

Swipe of a thumb and I hummed at the taste of pre-cum on my tongue. Mouth wide. Eyes on his. I wrapped my mouth around his cock and sucked him between my lips.

He grinned down at me, my phone in his hand, and swiped his thumb across the screen.

“Good girl.” I jerked as a jolt hit my clit, my sweet honey dripping onto the floor. I moaned and sucked harder as I pulled him from my mouth. My tongue swirled around his shaft, tracing the thick vein on the underside of his cock.

Teeth grazed the silken skin. Cock jerked as I ran them over the ridge of his mushroom cap. Pre-cum spilled out onto my tongue. My hips pulsed in time with the vibrations running through my pussy.

I licked his slit and grunted, “Mmm. God, you taste so good, Daddy.”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and guided me back to his cock. “Fuck, your mouth feels heavenly. Be Daddy’s good girl now, Aimee. Take every inch, baby girl.”

Geoff held my head in his strong hands, thumbs caressing my hair. Slow. Deliberate. He pumped his cock into my mouth, then amped up the vibe to a staccato beat. My clit throbbed as my pussy twitched and trembled.

One hand kneaded his balls. Fondled and squeezed them. The other stocked his cock as I dragged the head across the roof of my mouth. He bit back a cry as my cheeks hollowed. I hummed a happy tune. He turned the vibe off and I called out in frustration.

“No,” breathless, I whimpered around the long, thick cock in my mouth, “please. Please.” My hips dry fucked the air, desperate for release.

Hands reached around, pulling apart his taut ass cheeks. I grinned up at him, eyes promising sweet torture. One finger slipped between his cheeks as he thrust his cock into my mouth.

Shallow pulses of his hips and he fucked my mouth, head held still in his hands. My finger traced every crease and pucker of his dark entrance. Then, gentle but insistent, I broke through his ring of muscle and pumped my finger in and out of him.

His breath caught on the sensation. His cock twitched in my mouth. I swallowed as more pre-cum spurt from his tip.

I pushed a second finger in. He moaned, thrusting his cock into my mouth and pushing back onto my fingers. My head bobbed over his dick, pulling it in and out of my mouth as I fucked his ass.

“You think you’ve got me, baby girl.” He breathed, biting back a cry of pleasure. “Get this.”

My clit vibe went silent, scream of frustration muffled by the cock he stuffed down my throat.

“Don’t play games, baby girl.” Devilish grin on my face, I sucked harder. He twitched. Trembled. Quaked. His seed bubbled up that thick vein running the length of his hot, slick cock. I ran my tongue over it. He growled.

I grinned around his shaft and pulled harder on him as my fingers demanded his release, curled and stabbing his prostate.

“Daddy’s gonna cum, my naughty girl.” He turned the vibe up full. My juices puddled on the floor. “Gonna cum down that gorgeous throat of yours.”

Teeth grazed his shaft. My tongue wrapped itself around his length. Head of his cock nudged the back of my throat. I gagged on his dick, gasped for air. Pulled harder. Sucked until that salty, bitter taste hit the back of my throat and I swallowed him.

Every. Last. Drop.

He tossed my phone onto the desk beside me and tangled his hands in my hair. With a grunt, he fucked my lips like it was my pussy. Hard. Fast. Furious.

And fucking delicious as hell.

My clit, swollen and red, pulsed under the vibe. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over me. I was a quaking mess, kneeling over a puddle of my own desire.

“Fuck… Daddy’s gonna cum, baby girl. I’m gonna…” And he did. He rammed his cock to the back of may throat, held me still, and roared his release as he unloaded his cock down my throat.

Fingers deep in his ass, I massaged his prostate. His taut ass quivering in exertion. Cum dripped from my lips.

He pulled out of my mouth and lifted me into his arms, burying his face in my neck, and whispered, “Fuck, baby girl. Fuck. Daddy’s never cum like that before. That was amazing.”

Two fingers under my waistband, he grabbed my thong and pulled, tearing it from my body. He slipped those same fingers into my cunt with a satisfied groan, grinning as I screamed into his shoulder. Another orgasm tore through me and I left my mark for all to see.

“Sorry, Daddy.” I lost count of how many orgasms he’d wrung from me, but shook with the aftershocks of each one.

“Don’t be, my good girl. Don’t be.” He stumbled back to the couch in the corner of his office and laid down, cradling me between his strong chest and the back of the couch.

“Oh fuck!” I cried out as he pulled the dripping vibe from my pulsating pussy and slipped it between his lips.

“Mmmm,” he licked it clean, “you’re such a delectable treat, baby girl.” He covered us with the blanket off the back of the couch kissed my temple.

I cupped his jaw with one hand and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Soooo… Mr. Sullivan… do I get the job?”

“Oh yeah.” A laugh rumbled through him and he wrapped his arms around me. “And I expect you in my office every hour so I can give you dick-tation.”