INTERVIEW TIP: SEDUCE YOUR BFF’S FATHER 🍑🍆💦

The elevator beeped softly on the 11th floor, and Mira stepped out. It was her first day resuming work at GG GLOBE, but the memory of yesterday's “interview” still made her pussy wet.

She had spread her legs wide on MR Robert's desk moaning, as his big cock banged her, sealing the position with his cum filling her pussy. No application could compete with that. Now, she was back, ready to claim her desk and maybe more.

Mira had dressed to seduce to the dismay of Josh, he noticed a sudden change in her, something he couldn't place.

She wore a white silk blouse, unbuttoned just enough to reveal her lacy black bra holding her big boobs in place, matching a pencil skirt so tight it was like a second skin, it stopped mid-thigh, black stockings underneath, the red stilettos she wore screamed “fuck me” without saying a word. She didn’t wear panties underneath, number one lesson from yesterday…easy access was a key in this new world she found herself.

She walked past the reception, she could feel stares from pussy hungry men on her, one adjusted his tie, eyes fixed on her ass bouncing as the skirt rode up her butt. She earned this spot, the fuck way and she intended to keep it that way.

Her desk was modest near the corner office. She took her seat and crossed her legs under the desk. The hem of her skirt exposed the smooth skin above her stockings.

Her computer beeped: An email from Mr Robert, “Report to my office. Now.” Her pussy tightened at the command, she started getting wet between her thighs.

She knocked once and entered without waiting. Mr Robert sat behind his desk, his tie was loosened. His gaze went over her like she was fresh meat. “Mira, it's good to see you settling in. That outfit…it's distracting.” He stood, went round her slowly, brushing her hip with his hand.

She smiled, pushing her boobs forward. “Is it Sir? I thought you would welcome the view after yesterday.“ Her voice was seductive, fingers running down her blouse to open another button, revealing more boobs, she eyed him.

“You’re going to ruin that pretty silk blouse,” he said. “I want it soaked. I want everyone who walks past your desk to smell sex on you and know exactly what kind of girl sits there.”

Mira shook her body seductively, offering her boobs. “Then ruin it.”

Mr Robert's dick hardened, he grabbed her waist, pulling her against him, his hard dick grinding her belly. “You fucked your way in, Mira. Now prove to daddy you're worth keeping.” He kissed her forcefully, as his hands lifted her skirt, fingers finding her wet pussy lips.

She dropped to her knees and unzipped him with eager hands, his eight inches shot out in need. She sucked greedily, wrapping her lips around the head, she tasted his pre-cum. Mr Robert groaned, holding her hair to guide her deeper, her gagged on his cock but kept pushing.

'Good girl. Suck that cock like the slut you are.' He thrust into her mouth, balls slapping her chin, until saliva dripped down her chin onto her exposed bra.

“That's my fuck girl, suck that dick. Mira.” He went into her mouth, balls hitting against her chin.

“You like being owned, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes.”

“Say it louder.”

“I love being owned, Sir. I love being your fuck toy. I love your cock owning my pussy.” She said it with her mouth filled with his cock.

He pulled her up and bent her over his desk, papers scattering, files falling, they didn't care. Her butt cheeks parted as he lifted the skirt, his dickhead playing with her clits, he tapped once and thrusted in, burying his dick deep in her pussy, She cried out as she felt her pussy stretch. “Take that.”

He pounded her with force, her ass cheeks slamming against themselves, the desk began creaking from the force of his thrusts, her boobs bounced free from the bra, nipples rubbing against the desk, she pushed back, matching his every thrust. “Harder, sir! Fuck me like you own me!” Her pussy tightened around him, the feeling of orgasm rising.

Mr Robert spanked her ass, his fingerprint written on her ass, he grinded slowly, pulling out till just the tip of his dick and slamming back in, harder each time. She shook, began squirting on his cock, her juices soaking his balls. He was grunting as he fucked her faster about to cum. He pulled out, held his dick to paint her ass with thick ropes of cum.

“You know what Mira?...I might start thinking of promoting you.”

Mira smiled. He had no other choice.

He stepped back, breathing hard, looking at the masterpiece he’d made of her, her silk blouse ruined, skirt wrinkled, cum everywhere, pussy still pulsing and leaking.

“Clean yourself up before you leave this office,” he said. “But don’t wipe it all. Leave enough that people smell it. Let them wonder.”

Mira slid off the desk on shaky legs. “Yes, Sir.”

He adjusted his tie, suddenly all business again. “Get back to your desk. You’ve got emails to answer. And Mira?”

She paused at the door, hand on the knob.

“Tomorrow, wear the red thong I saw in your bag yesterday. I want to rip it off you at lunch.”

She smiled, slowly and sexily. “It’ll be waiting for your teeth, Sir.”

Then she walked out, cum still sliding down her inner thigh, her soaked blouse sticking to her skin, head held high.

She’d earned this job the hard way.

And she was going to keep it the same way.