Kristen was not having as much fun around the office as she usually did that morning.

She was beautiful and petite, with nice C cup breasts and a tiny little waist, and she had a full ass which she wiggled and swayed as she walked.

Every man in her office had noticed her at one point. She swanned in each morning with her long blonde hair wearing the most revealing yet sophisticated outfits she could find. Today was no exception.

She was wearing black stiletto heels and cream tights with a black hem that ran down her long legs at the back. She then wore a thin black miniskirt that showed off her ass perfectly and a tight-fitting white shirt with the first three buttons undone so her tits were visible. Her shirt was so tight that her breasts squeezed together nicely and gave everyone she walked past something to look at. Sometimes if she breathed heavily enough you could actually see her tits straining the fabric of her shirt. Every man in her office wanted that fourth button to just pop off, finally releasing her breasts that were the only thing a lot of her colleagues had to look forward to at work.

Nobody really knew what she did. Copy girl? Secretary, perhaps? Fuck knows — all they knew was that she was beautiful. When she spoke to you she often sat on your desk and crossed her legs, which made that little skirt of hers even shorter. When she laughed she tipped her head back and closed her eyes, allowing everyone to watch her tits freely without having to worry about getting caught. If you were feeling blue she would give you a hug, pressing her body into yours in sympathy. Nice girl. Sweet girl.

This particular Monday morning, however, Kristen swanned by the wrong desk at the wrong time.

Gary, Lee and Bradley were talking very loudly about the new position up for grabs in the office that morning.

“A raise would be nice!” Bradley was saying happily.

“Yeah, but your not going to get it are you, you old fool!” laughed Lee. “Mr. Ryman will probably hire from the outside — get someone new in with fresh ideas!”

“Well, with an attitude like that he will!” Gary chirped in. “No, he will want someone from the inside! Who already knows the business!”

At that point he noticed Kristen approaching them.

“Someone like Kristen!” he finished, winking to his colleagues. “Kristen would be perfect for the job!” he said even louder so that she could hear him.

Kristen smiled and walked over to them.

“What job?” she said happily.

“Mr. Ryman has a new position opening up in the office,” Lee told her staring directly at her chest the entire time.

“Oh really?!” Kristen said interestedly.

Bradley stifled a laugh.

“Yeah, yeah...you’d be fantastic at it!” he said finally.

Kristen didn’t even ask what it was. She seemed to agree with the men entirely.

“Yes, I would, wouldn’t I!” she said triumphantly walking away.

“Dumb bitch!” Gary said as he watched her ass walk away.

“She doesn’t even know what the position is!” Lee said laughing.

“Now hey! I’m sure she knows plenty of positions!” Gary said in a mock stern voice.

...

Kristen had heard every word of the men’s conversation and was hurt.

“Don’t think I’m good enough?!” she thought. “Well... we’ll see about that!”

John Ryman sat at his desk in his office fuming. He had just been on the phone to some idiot asking about an opening in his company. Where he had gotten that idea he did not know. There were no positions available at all!

Ryman put his head in his hands. If somehow word had got out that he was looking to hire someone, he knew the next couple of days he would be bombarded with CVs and recommendations from would-be-hopefuls. His phone would be forever ringing with people kissing his ass, hoping he would pick them to join his band of merry slackers across the hall.

Suddenly his frustration was interrupted by a repeated rapping on his door.

“WHAT IS IT!” he yelled frustrated.

Kristen opened the door and walked into his office.

Ryman liked Kristen. He had employed her last year to do some errands for him — get his coffee, laminate notes, and occasionally use the copy machine. He mostly had her in his office for something to look at.

He had thought about letting her go a few times when times were hard but for some reason he could never bring himself to. Maybe it was the way she always lit up the room with a smile? Or the way she flashed her panties as she bent over to pick things up. He had noticed that the men in his office seemed to drop things more often when she walked by...pens, pencils...and sweet Kristen was always more than happy to oblige as she bent down, showing either a flash of bra as her cleavage reached eve level or panties if she bent her body down.

“Mr. Ryman!” Kristen said with fake stern confidence. “I have just been informed that there is a new position available in your office and I would love to be considered to fill it!”

Mr. Ryman let out a deep sigh. Where the hell was this coming from?!

“Look, Kristen...” he began.

“Now just wait Mr. Ryman!” Kristen said interrupting him and moving closer.

John loved it when she called him Mister Ryman. Especially in that pleading voice she was using right now.

“I know I would be wonderful for the job and you wouldn’t regret your decision to employ me! I’m punctual and organised and very approachable...” she went on listing her various attributes.

As she walked closer and closer towards him Ryman settled his eyes away from her face that was babbling bullshit and instead to her more inviting cleavage. He watched her tits bounce as she spoke and gripped the edge of his desk.

Fuck she is hot, he thought. If only she would shut the fuck up.

Ryman must have been staring at her tits a lot longer than usual as for the first time Kristen actually noticed where he was looking.

A surge of power coursed through her body. Suddenly she knew exactly how she could get the new job and impress the men who had been mocking her this morning. Nobody need know how she got the raise — as long as she got it.

“Mr. Ryman..” she said softly now. “All I’m trying to say is that I would love to be considered for the opening (she chose her words carefully and deliberately) and I am prepared to do anything to get it.” Kristen raised her hand toward her shirt as she spoke and traced her whore red fingernail across her tits and then into her cleavage. “Anything,” she said again as her finger disappeared into her shirt and she stared into Ryman’s eyes until he got the message.

Ryman coughed. The trouble was, there was no fucking position available! But he quickly decided she didn’t need to know this. Kristen had just made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. If he wasn’t mistaken, this hot little ass had just told him she was willing to be his bitch for employment.

But he needed to be sure...

“I don’t follow, Kristen,” Ryman said as he stared at the beautiful blonde with her fingers in her shirt.

Kristen gazed on at her boss and finally undid that fourth button. “I’ll fuck your brains out,” she cooed.

“Come here,” Ryman growled at her, still standing his ground.

Kristen walked sexily over to her boss, grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him passionately.

He hungrily grabbed her shirt and ripped it open. Buttons flew in all directions as he looked at her amazing tits. She was wearing a black and red lacy bra and was his for the taking.

“Suck my dick, beautiful,” he told her.

Kristen slunk her body down his and got to her knees. She undid the button of his trousers and pulled his zipper down, letting his trousers fall to the floor and moving his boxers down until they fell too.

There standing before her was her boss’s dick. It was average sized but definitely not small. It stood erect and waiting for her.

Kristen licked her boss’s cock with her tongue from the tip down to the base. She licked all around his shaft and then lightly sucked his tip. She started to raise her hands up his leg and down them again as she moaned. She was like a cat lapping at her milk, sultry and sexily enjoying every second.

Ryman closed his eyes for a moment and let his head fall back. This was amazing...if he had known Kristen would be so willing to give herself to him he would've fucked her a long time ago.

However, this tease was getting old, he thought as he looked back down at the top of her head.

“Baby? You're very good, but do you think I have time for this crap?” Kristen looked into his eyes, slightly confused as she carried on softly mouthing his cock. Ryman grabbed the sides of her head.

“This is how we get things done here, sweetie,” he growled at her. He began thrusting his cock deep into her throat. Kristen began to gag as she gripped his bare ass and dug her nails into his cheeks.

“Here we go, baby, this is what I needed,” he moaned at her as his thrusts became more intense.

He was basically fucking her head now. Kristen focused on breathing through her nose as his dick penetrated her mouth and right down the back of her throat. She tried to lick the tip as he pulled out of her but seconds later he was back in, deep down her throat. Skull fucking her.

Her mouth was so amazingly warm and wet, the stresses of the morning were washing away as he continuously fucked her mouth. He could feel her full lips parting and rubbing against his shaft as he brought his dick out and rammed it back into her beautiful mouth.

“I’m going to cum, slut!” he suddenly told her. “If you want this job you will NOT miss a single drop!”

Kristen looked into his eyes again and he noticed hers were watering. He loved the idea of his cock chocking her.

“Not. A. Drop!” he said, thrusting into her mouth on every word.

Kristen nodded as best as she could with his dick gliding in and out of her mouth.

Ryman suddenly shot his sticky cum right down the back of her throat. He held her head in position whilst he came and leaned his cock in even deeper into her mouth.

Kristen began swallowing immediately whilst trying her best not to choke on the cock that was deep into her throat.

Ryman could actually feel her throat tensing around the tip of his dick whilst she swallowed.

“That’s it, baby,” he said softly to her as he let his dick slowly come out of her mouth..

Kristen began lapping his dick clean again.

“Good little whore,” he said to her, finally taking his dick out of her mouth and moving away from her.

Ryman went over to a desk at the back wall of his office and pulled out 2 glasses and some whiskey.

“Drink?” he asked her.

“No, no sir,” Kristen said, rising to her feet. “I prefer to stay professional” she said stupidly.

Ryman chuckled, letting his dick begin to soften and hang as he poured himself a drink.

“So...am I hired?” Kristen asked

“Not even close I’m afraid, baby,” he turned to her with his drink and walked back over to his desk and sat down.

“Sit on my desk,” he ordered.

Kristen did as she was told as she plopped her firm little ass on his wooden oak desk.

“Now, I want you to take off those stupid little tights of yours off and your panties — if you're even wearing any — lay back, stick your legs in the air...and finger yourself.”

Kristen flashed him a sexy smile and did what she was told.

She kicked off her stilettos one by one and rolled her tights down her smooth pale legs, revealing her little toes that she had also painted whore red. She hiked her skirt up, laid back and put her legs in the air into a perfect “V” shape.

Ryman adjusted his chair so that his head was right in between her legs and began to sip his whiskey. He had the best seat in the house as he got the first glimpse of her pink, shaven little pussy. He had been right in assuming she wasn’t wearing panties. Kristen didn’t seem the type.

He watched on as she began to slowly run her hands from her stomach down her mound and around her clit. Her pussy was already glistening with her wetness as she inserted her first long finger. Her whore red fingernail disappeared into her hole. A second later she inserted the next finger. She pushed her fingers into herself and began to slowly take them out again, then in again. She was softly pumping herself with her fingers now and moaning on his desk.

Ryman continued to watch as he drank his whiskey. He could feel his erection coming back to him and he couldn’t wait to fuck this dirty whore.

He fished an ice cube out of his drink and slowly rubbed a hand on her leg with the ice cube against his palm. He glided it right up her leg as she continued to finger fuck herself and watched her squirm a little with the coldness. He glided it right over her mound...

“Move your fingers,” he growled, and she pulled them away from her hole.

Ryman glided his ice cube across the hole of her pussy watching it begin to melt slowly against her and listening to her squealing softly because of the cold. Finally he pushed it into her, burying his fat finger into her hole along with it.

Kristen wriggled and moaned in pleasure as she felt the ice cube go deep into her cunt. The cold sensation was incredible.

Ryman then put his drink on the desk and grabbed her thighs, one in each hand. He dove his face into her pussy and began to lick her clit and hole. Kristen wriggled and writhed in pleasure as he did this. He had such a firm grip on her legs.

He placed his mouth around her hole and began to dart his tongue into her entrance, finally beginning to suck...and suck...until his mouth met with the cold water from the ice cube. He sucked more as Kristen wriggled, finally coming up and showing her the tiny ice cube on his tongue. It was much smaller now than when he first inserted it and it melted quickly on his tongue.

“You’re in for such a fucking, Kristen,” he said to her as he began to crawl on top of his desk as well, his cock now standing hard and hungry for attention again.

“Fuck me, Mr. Ryman!” she called to him. “Fuck me!”

Ryman sank his cock deep into her sopping wet pussy. It was a mixture of both cold and warm as he began to thrust in and out of her hungrily.

Kristen grabbed the edges of his desk for support as her pussy stretched for her boss’s cock.

“Oh my god!” she yelled as she tilted her head back. The view from his office was now upside down as she let her head hang over the edge of his desk as Ryman ploughed into her hungrily.

Ryman looked down at the beautiful girl he was ruining and felt empowered. He was definitely the boss, and this girl most definitely worked under him — exactly where she belonged...under him.

He stared at her tits that were still in her lacy bra and noticed the catch was at the front.

“Take your fucking bra off, bitch!” he spat at her.

Kristen grabbed the catch at the centre of her breasts. It popped open immediately and Ryan could finally see her erect nipples staring back at him.

He dove his head into her breasts and began to suck and bite on her nipples as he fucked her.

“MR. RYMAN!” Kristen screamed. “You're fucking amazing! I’m going to cum!”

With those words Ryman ploughed deeper into her, feeling her pussy convulse on his cock as she began to cum.

“You’re so tight...you’re so fucking tight,” he told her as her whole body quivered in an intense orgasm.

Mr. Ryman was losing control of his own now as he watched the blonde beauty quivering under him impaled on his cock.

He took his dick out of her and fired his load all over her tits and face. Hot, sticky cum rolled over the mounds of her chest and chin and over her lips, which she opened so she could catch some of his juice. She licked her chin, trying not to waste any of his hot cum.

Ryman crawled off her and walked over to his trousers, stepping into them and lifting them up as he began to speak to her, not looking her in the face.

“Well Kristen, unfortunately there isn’t actually any new positions available at the moment, kiddo. I don’t know how this rumour started, but I’m suddenly really fucking glad of it.” He turned and faced her.

Kristen was dressing herself and staring right at Mr. Ryman with mixed emotion on her face.

“Of course, after seeing how committed you are to myself and this company, and how eager you are to please...if a position should ever open up I will definitely consider you first,” he continued.

Kristin began to smile. That was nice of him, she thought, completely forgetting that he had just tricked her to get inside her pussy.

“Well, Mr. Ryman,” she began. “Thank you for this afternoon, it was most...enlightening...and if a position should ever open up, I will definitely appreciate you thinking of me.”

“Yes,” he said. “Though you may have to list off your skills and attributes again, darling.”

“Not a problem,” Kristen said, smiling at her boss.