Paula Cash - Lap lessons

The girl stood straight as an arrow and trembling before the Personnel Director of the large corporation in his luxurious private office. Slowly he unbuttoned her blouse while her soft, weak mouth quivered, and tears formed in her eyes.

"I didn't expect this," she quavered.

He threw her blouse back over smooth, young shoulders.

"What did you expect? This is New York, not the middle of Iowa. A dozen girls want this job in Personnel. Some are better looking than you."

He didn't tell her that none exuded the sexuality of this girl. She was good-looking enough, but there was something extremely vulnerable about her, her soft skin, the way her clothes clung to her rounded body, the haunted apprehensive look in her eyes as if she expected strong male hands to seize her any moment. Her stance, her walk, her awareness of her silken, feminine body told the world she was a creature of rare sexuality and knew it. She probably hated it, but there it was.

Sydney Martin ran his hands down the slope of her nude back, the sweep only broken by her thin bra strap. He ran his hands up the front of her torso, smooth, velvety, warm. He had to catch his breath. She was as luscious as hot maple syrup from his native Vermont.

The girl looked white-faced, almost sick.

"I don't think I want a job where I have to do – things like this," she wailed.

"Then you can't have the job," he said shortly. He stepped back, still breathing heavily.

It was the same old problem for him. Sydney Martin couldn't get laid in a whore house, people said. He was a high-powered executive, but lacked the personal touch with women. Worse, his wife had left him a few days before and he was high with a throbbing need for sex.

The girl fumbled ineffectually with her opened blouse.

"Can't we talk – figure out something, please?"

She needed this job desperately. She'd been harassed and eventually fucked, or fought off attempts, in her last three jobs. She just wasn't up to coping with New York wolves. Coming from a small town in Pennsylvania, where everything was staid and proper, she was much too soft, slow, desirous to please.

"I just want you to be a little friendly!" cried Sydney in agony.

"If you didn't – didn't want too much…" she ventured.

He wanted it all. Everybody in the whole frigging corporation was getting it all. The other executives were laying secretaries, chasing girl accountants, and fucking the brains out of the messenger girls in the huge Domino Corporation skyscraper. Reports filtered into Personnel from the fourth to the eightieth floor of sex activities. Rumors, whispers, and even outright complaints, mostly from the girls, inundated his office. And he, Sydney Martin, couldn't make it.

Today was the last straw. A glorious vision of femininity had appeared in the board room to instruct the top men of Domino on the use of their new computer. At the morning lecture Sydney had gone almost out of his mind, sitting there and staring at the young woman sent by the computer company. She wore some kind of a silver jumpsuit that encased a body of fabulous proportions. Her platinum blonde hair, green eyes and beautiful face transfixed the whole room. The other men were entranced. Sydney Martin was crazed. Leaving that lecture, he swore to himself he was going to get some of the rich sex floating around Domino or be thrown in jail. Then late in the afternoon this girl, Leaf, with her good looks and obvious sexuality, showed up for an interview.

Obviously he could never make it with a hotshot like the computer girl in the silver jumpsuit, but Leaf was a different matter.

This time he wasn't going to be put off. He stepped up to Leaf and undid her bra. She stood there trembling with her eyes closed. He thrilled with his triumph. Once again he caressed her soft flesh and this time undid her bra. His cock became hard as he pulled the bra aside. The kid was not going to scream or fight him or run out of the office. It was a shame to use his power like this, but he had to have girl meat!

"Just a l-little loving," he mumbled. "WE don't have to tear up the carpets. Ahhhhh."

He ran his hands up the smooth torso and cupped the first naked breasts he'd touched that didn't belong to his wife. Fiery rushes of pleasure seized him. Leaf's breasts were good – nothing like those marvels of the computer girl – but meaty, well-shaped and sexy. She gasped as those hot hands sought her ivory lovelies. Mr. Martin didn't know it, but she couldn't resist when she was fondled by men. Once they started to stroke her, it was as if her body no longer belonged to her. Already his blunt attack on her tits made her cunt swell and flow. She was afraid he would screw her right in his office, right at his desk, and she didn't even have the job yet.

"Mr. Martin – I – I can't allow this. Oh, oh," she sighed.

"You've got to," he snarled, covering his own fear and shock at his own boldness.

Oh, her young tits did feel good! The firm, hot flesh burned into his palms. He began to kiss her around the neck and throat.

"You haven't -even hired me!" she gasped.

"Oh, you'll get the job…"

He dug his mouth on her sensuous mouth, forcing his tongue inside against her futile resistance. They sucked together in the grasp of erotic contact. He scoured her mouth with his tongue, sucking her hot saliva. Her heart pounded. It felt like her breasts were swelling to those hot, kneading hands. He was going to conquer her, take her and use her, she knew, and she moaned her despair. She hated men, and yet her luscious body set them on fire and made them use her against her will. His hands crept down to her buttocks as he forced her unwilling belly to rub his steely erection in his pants. The feel of his pulsating cock made her become wet between her legs. Her slippery little cunt was going to get thoroughly jazzed again. If only she could stop him…

"I'm going to fuck you," he told her, his voice thick with torrid sex desire. It was magnificent to sex up this crazy little piece after the long dry spell. For the first time in weeks he felt magnificent.

Her eyes looked a little dazed now, and her mouth was wet on the outside from his saliva, looking fussed and hard-kissed. The vein in her throat throbbed in sexual excitement.

"No, no I don't want…" she begged, trying to struggle.

Her weak resistance heaped flames on his hot male fires. He bent her torso back and began to eat her nipples, sucking the hard tips into his mouth, crushing them with his tongue, ingesting smooth breast flesh into his mouth. He felt her quiver in hot response.

"Oh, my breasts. I – you – ahhhh," she sighed.

Her taut young belly began to ride on his cock in spite of her protests. She was the most fuckable girl he'd ever touched and it was going to be a wild, hot time reaming out her helpless cunt. She moaned now, her protests swinging toward desire. The little bitch was heated up. He'd hire her all right – and fuck her every day!

There were obscene sounds in the staid, dignified office of his mouth sucking her breasts, the sexy sound of her moans and his soft gasps of pleasure. He dug his hands into her firm buttocks, thrilling. She had ass, she had cunt, and she had tits. She was a luscious little whore who didn't understand her trade, his discovery and his conquest. Maybe he'd even take her home tonight and ream her all night long. After months of wife trouble and celibacy, Sydney had struck paydirt.

His hotline rang, the red telephone from the president's office. At that it flashed three times and she had to tell him…

"You – your red phone – there's a flashing light."

Reluctantly he released the girl.

"Get your ass up here, Martin. You're late."