“Let me be honest with you,” said the executive who was conducting my final round of interviews. From the minute I walked into the room I could tell he was an asshole. He practicallly tried to break my hand with his handshake, and his watch cost more than my car. He had dress pants that were just a little too tight, and a flashy dress shirt that was even tighter, with the top two buttons undone to expose just enough of his pecs to tell he has some serious definition. To his credit he did have a very muscular body that probably deserved to be showed off a little, but for someone who was going to be a few levels above me, I wasn’t feeling so positive about this position. “You’re way overqualified for what we’re looking for. I need someone with a little less experience so I can mold them into what I want them to be for my team.” I sat there, deciding to go through the motions of the interview even though I knew I didn’t want this job anyway—there were only a handful of other firms that had this specialized role and I didn’t want to develop a bad reputation.
Even though I hated the guy’s personality, I was kind of crushing on him, too. Besides the muscular body, he was tan with a handsome face. His high and tight haircut fit his face and body, and gave him an authoritarian kind of look that I go weak for. I was letting him drone on, while I imagined what he looked like naked, trying not to let my mouth hang open whenever his pecs bulged as he moved his arms around.
“So, what do you think—could take on a submissive role underneath me?” I snapped back to attention.
“I’m sorry, could you be more specific?”
“I need a team player who’s going to be willing to follow my commands without question.”
“I’m not exactly sure…” I trailed off as he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his entire smooth chest. He slowly reached his hand up and started playing with his nipple, perfectly placed at the ridge of his pec. I watched him, stunned but mesmerized.
“What do you say to a little trial period?” He swung his chair around to the side of his desk and motioned for me to come closer. Was this really happening? I stood up and walked around his desk, dropping to my knees in front of him. His cocky smile as he undid his pants drove me wild and annoyed me at the same time. I closed my eyes and quickly came to a decision in my head to help justify what I was about to do.
He pulled his hard cock balls out of his pants. He was completely smooth shaven, so I easily slid my tongue across his balls while he slapped my face a bit with his floppy dick. He was getting harder, but I could already tell he would be thick.
“Put both of my balls in your mouth,” he commanded. I managed to fit them both in, and he groaned as I gently tugged on them. “That’s it, work them over,” he said, continuing to play with his own nipples.
Once he was fully hard, I lifted the head of his dick up with my tongue and slowly took him into my mouth. I looked up at him as he stared down at me over his massive chest. He nodded me on, so I started slurping up and down his cock, stroking the shaft a bit as I drove my tongue into the underside of his cock. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back while I worked him over. Once I got his cock nice and wet, I stroked him while I leaned forward a bit and started licking his nipples.
“Oh fuck yeah,” he cried out. These pecs had been turning me on since I walked into the room, so it was nice to finally get to taste them and feel how rock solid they were. My own cock was bulging in my pants, but I was completely focused on him. He cried out softly as I gently bit down on his nipple, but his cock kept twitching and flexing in my hand. When I worked his entire chest over with my mouth, I dropped down to focus on his cock again. I let him grip my head and punch the back of my throat with his cock for a bit. I held myself onto his cock as long as I could before backing off, gasping for air as a string of thick spit drooped between his dick and my lips.
Eventually he stood up, towering over me, and stroked himself furiously with one hand while he grabbed a handful of my head and held my head back. I opened my mouth eagerly while he cried out and sprayed my face with his load. I swallowed what landed in my mouth, and cleaned up what my tongue could reach, as he fell back into his chair. I reached for a tissue from his desk but he swatted me away. “Leave it,” he said, putting his dick back into his pants.
“Get your dick out. Stroke yourself off for me.” I sat back on my heels and pulled my hard dick out, already pouring with precum. He shifted his right foot forward until the toe of his expensive leather dress shoe was just pressed up against my ball sack. “Come for me.” I stoked while he watched. I was already getting close, but he pushed his shoe into me, slowly applying more and more force. “Faster.” My stomach started to twist from the pressure of my balls being squeezed, but I was so turned on by the site of him sitting over me with his shirt unbuttoned that I still managed to dump my load onto his shoe.
“Good boy,” he said, buttoning up his shirt. “Now clean up your mess.” I obediently bent down and licked my load off his shoe, tasting the leather and cum together. When I swallowed the last drop, I sat back, waiting for the next command. He bent down from his chair and licked the remaining cum off of my face and fed it to me. My heart raced at the sudden passion of his kiss, his tongue slidding into my mouth.
“You’re so incredibly sexy,” he whispered. “Fuck, you knew exactly how to drive me wild.” I stood up, tucking my soft dick back into my pants. “I think I’m going to have to hire you now.” He reached around me and grabbed my ass. “I bet that ass can work my dick over good, too.”
I told him I wasn’t interested in continuing this as a work relationship—that I’d have to refuse the job offer. He was a little taken back, but before he could get angry I explained that this was just sex, great sex, but I really did need to keep it separate from my professional life. He understood, and he set up a time to breed me later.