Short Erotic Story
I can’t bear lattes!
The white shirt looks business like but with just a hint of cleavage
Okay, so I won Barista of the Week again. Honestly, I know I make great coffee, but I need some more excitement in my life.
I sneak another peek at the advert in my handbag.
Special Assistant required — must make fantastic coffee and be very sexually liberated. Interested applicants should email to discuss their suitability for the role.
I can’t quite believe I replied.
I definitely can’t believe I am going for an interview tomorrow.
Yet at nine the next morning, I find myself buzzing the door of the stylish offices in Central London. His secretary greets me knowingly and shows me through to Mr Hartman’s office. I must admit, Mr Hartman is a very attractive man.
He welcomes me into his office and shakes my hand firmly. I feel his eyes rove over me. I am pleased with my outfit choice. The fitted pencil skirt accentuates my curves, and the white shirt looks business like but with just a hint of cleavage. I sit down, crossing one stocking clad leg over the other, hoping I look suitably seductive.
“As you know, my job advert focused on two key attributes,” Mr Hartman begins. I nod and try to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. “The first of which is the ability to make fantastic coffee.”
I nod again and feel a moment of relief that the conversation is starting with coffee. I begin to elaborate, telling Mr Hartman about my coffee shop experience and the Barista of the Week awards.
He stares at me intently as I talk, and then nods thoughtfully as I finish. “You can demonstrate those skills shortly,” he continues.
“And now for the other required attributes for the role.”
I feel a wave of nervous anticipation roll through me, but also a soft ache beginning between my thighs.
“My job requires me to work hard and efficiently, but I also have a powerful sex drive and need regular stimulation and release. Do you think you will be happy assisting with this?”
I squirm in my seat at the directness of his question. “I believe so,” I reply.
“Then you can also demonstrate those skills shortly. I know we discussed safe-words and your limits by email, and these will be fully respected at all times.”
I adjust my position slightly and can feel my knickers becoming sticky and clinging to my sex.
“There is one other requirement.” I look at him attentively. “I like a Special Assistant who can read my mind. I don’t want to have to ask for either of my two favourite pleasures — coffee or sex.”
My gaze becomes more quizzical, as I wonder how exactly he expects me to read his mind.
He laughs gently at my perplexed expression and opens the drawer to his desk. “Your hand,” he requests. I stretch my arm across the desk and open my palm. He drops a small metal figurine into my palm and closes my fingers around it.
“This magic talisman will allow you to read my mind,” he whispers. “So, you will know my every desire.”
I giggle as I look back at him.
“Give it a moment,” he says. “Let it start to work its magic.”
I grip it tightly in my hand. I feel my natural scepticism kick in.
“You have to believe that it works,” he encourages. I want to laugh, but I stop myself. I try to imagine that it could work. And then I realise I do know what he wants.
I get up from my chair and make my way to the coffee machine in the corner of his office. I hesitate, wondering what style of coffee he favours. I grip the talisman more tightly and realise he wants a latte. I make it with the upmost care and attention, before presenting it to him.
He sips at it slowly and then looks up at me. “Exactly as I like it, and a delicious cup of coffee. Well done.”
I smile proudly and hold his gaze. “So, do you know what else I want?” he asks rakishly.
I take a deep breath. I know exactly what he wants.
My fingers move shakily to the buttons of my shirt, and I undo them one by one, letting the material fall away from my body. I reach round and unclip my bra, dispensing with that as well. Teasingly, I keep my hands over my full breasts and step in front of him.
He raises one eyebrow at me. I let my hands fall away. “You do have fabulous breasts,” he sighs appreciatively, before cupping them in his hands.
His fingers massage at my sensitive flesh and then he brings his mouth to my nipples and starts to suck on them in turn. A decadent whimper escapes me at the delicious sensations he is causing. He sucks harder and tiny throngs of pain intertwine with the pleasure. My hips buck towards him.
He pauses. “Already so wanton?” he asks playfully. “Do you know what happens to wanton young ladies?”
“Do wanton young ladies get punished?” I ask provocatively.
“You read my mind,” he grins. “Assume the position.”
I know what he wants. I pull up my skirt and reveal my thong and barely concealed bottom. I bend over the desk.
He runs his hands over the thin fabric. I know he can see just how wet my knickers are.
“A very wanton young lady indeed!”
A firm spank lands on my left cheek, making me cry out with shock.
He rubs it gently, reassuringly, yet stimulating my needy flesh further, before delivering the second spank. A third and fourth quickly follow and my cries become wilder.
“Pull down your knickers,” he commands.
I reach behind and obey.
He pushes my legs open a little wider. “I need to inspect just how wet you are for me,” he says, bringing his face closer to my pussy.
The humiliation of his words mixed with the incredible intimacy of his actions just flames my arousal. His fingers part my pussy lips and he caresses my sex. He starts to draw tight little circles around my clit. I moan hungrily.
“What do I want to hear you say?” he asks.
I don’t even need to pause. I know.
“Please Mr Hartman. I want your cock inside me.”
“Good girl” he breathes. I hear him pull on a condom and then the head of his cock is against my opening. I can feel just how big he is as he pushes against me, stretching me as he starts to enter. I cry out as each delicious thick inch slides into me.
I can read his mind; I know what he wants.
Pushing back onto him, I let him impale me completely. He places a hand on my back, pinning me in place on his desk, and thrusts harder and faster into me. Everything about the scene feels so incredibly naughty and intensely erotic.
Each buck of his hips drives me closer to my impending climax. I breathe out slowly in a low moan, trying to control my body, wanting to wait for him. I hear his groans becoming more animalistic, his thrusts are more frantic, and I know he is there.
I let myself go and the most exquisite orgasm rips through me. My back arches against his hand, my hips rise to meet him, and I clench tight around his throbbing cock as he empties himself into me.
We lay there; panting, luxuriating in the pleasure of what just happened, enjoying the feel of our bodies against one another. Eventually, he kisses the back of my head and slides his body away from mine.
He cleans up and watches as I finish dressing. “Well, I think you definitely excelled in this interview,” he smirks. “Would I be right in assuming you will be accepting the role?”
“Oh yes please.”
“Very good. I need you in promptly at 8.30 tomorrow morning. I have three important executives in for a meeting and we must keep them completely satisfied. I assume you know what I want you to do?”
My mind whirls for a moment, and I reach into my pocket to clasp the talisman. I feel a surge of confidence as I realise exactly what he wants.
“Four delicious coffees and then me under the table in your office, using my warm, enthusiastic mouth to pleasure you and the guests?” I proffer coquettishly.
“Absolutely right,” he exclaims.
I turn to leave his office. “One last thing,” he calls out. “I can’t bear lattes. I only ever drink an americano with a dash of hot milk.”
“But I knew from the talisman….” I begin.
“No powers whatsoever,” he chortles. “But thinking everything was my idea, let you be very naughty indeed. See you in the morning and keep up the good work!”
Katie is new to Medium — please follow her here…
Another Office Tale by Asrai Devin
