A high-powered executive gets an extra boost of inspiration from a handsome job applicant.

Unwilling to rest until I get the job done right, I’m a driven perfectionist and a woman of ambition. This attitude penetrates both my professional life and my private life. I’ve worked long and hard to get where I am today.

I was only 24 when I launched my very own marketing firm. My seemingly endless stream of campaigns and meetings had wound me up so tight that I began to seek release in a physical form. Spending day after day getting my creative juices flowing for the benefit of my clients, I felt it was only fair to reward myself by spending my nights getting my carnal juices flowing for my own benefit. By the end of each workday, I longed for a stranger’s thick, throbbing dick. I was a hard-ass boss when the sun was shining, but those days were followed by nights of surrender, during which I’d anonymously suck cock and take it in the ass like a little whore. You can say that’s how I found my inspiration.

I got into marketing because I was born with a natural ability to perceive the desires of others. Sometimes people know what they want; sometimes they don’t. Either way, I always know how to give them what they need. But as my company grew, so did my need for satisfaction, and my nightly adventures grew increasingly more intense. A different man every night, a different desire to fulfill and a new way to fulfill it each time. My sexual deviancy started to become as important as my company. Some women have a body, some women have brains. I have both, and I began to wonder which should take precedence.

In my daily morning meetings, I couldn’t keep my mind off my exploits from the night before. How could I care about mundane details when I still had some stranger’s dried come on the insides of my thighs? Memories of my tongue slowly licking a thick cock stole my attention away from the tasks at hand. Oftentimes in these meetings, my team would turn to me for a response, and I’d realize I hadn’t heard a word they’d said. In my mind, I was reliving the pleasure of profound and knowing thrusts that made me scream and shiver with delight. Such deep penetration by an unknown man had an intimacy all its own. It wasn’t about emotions or self-esteem. It was about allowing my body to be taken, to be explored and overwhelmed by ecstasy. To live in a world as civilized as ours means you’ve got to find time to address your inner beast.

Despite my waning daytime attention, I thought I had a good handle on keeping my nightly enterprises secret. I only roamed bars on the other side of the city’s border, and I never left the house without a change of clothes. A toothbrush and a makeup kit hidden in my top desk drawer allowed for a quick and easy cleanup minutes before my doting staff would arrive at the office, and an espresso shot in my coffee helped keep me perky when my body was exhausted from hours of bending and folding like a fuck-doll for whoever wanted me. Small red burns on my arms from a rope or faint creases on my face from a gag were occasional remnants of my surreptitious obsession, but those marks were the exception — not the rule. Most of the time, I looked as fresh-faced and unblemished as the next boss.

Though once, I remember I actually had to excuse myself from a meeting because my cunt was still so achingly wet from an adventure that had only ended a few hours earlier. I went into the bathroom to clean myself up, but as I pulled down my panties and started to wipe away my honey, my finger softly brushed against my clit. It was too much for me to handle. I was ready to erupt right then and there.

I rushed to double check that the bathroom door was locked and then I turned toward the mirror.

I tore off my blazer and quickly unbuttoned my shirt, letting the garments fall to my side in a sort of triumphant malaise. No matter how good of a businesswoman I was, I was also a woman of lust and passion. I felt my breath grow deeper and slower as I shook off my heels and unzipped my skirt.

Standing there in my bra and panties, I realized the tenuous balance between my work and play had taken an unexpected hit. Never before was I so overcome by my sensuous and animalistic side, but it felt good. I’d been endowed with a beautiful rack and sweet perky nipples that grew hard at the slightest touch. My curvaceous thighs parted slightly, just below my pussy. I love that space in between, where my thighs meet my lips. I had been so dedicated to my career for so long. Now it was time to thoroughly dedicate myself to self-fulfillment.

As I unhooked my bra, my breasts spilled out from their constraints. I began massaging them, letting them bounce a little and say hello to one another. They felt tender and soft to the touch, but I knew how to best handle them. With one hand on each tit, my fingers gently stroked my sensitive skin. My breasts had been restrained and covered all morning. Now they were being aroused by the most courteous of caresses.

I was turning myself on so much by that point that I didn’t care about the morning meeting. My first task of the day had just been changed to coming like a nymphomaniac. First, I tugged up on my panties to let the fabric grind against my clit. After that I was gone, moaning like a beast in heat. I tore off my panties, and my hands shuffled back and forth between grinding against my clit and vigorously twisting and pulling on my tits. I gasped at my rising ecstasy as tingling sensations shot up and down my body. All the while I looked at the reflection of my perfect form in the mirror. I had a tight waist and soft curly hair that tickled my shoulders — and a cunt that was as wet as hell. I plugged my fingers deep inside me, diving into myself, feeling warm and safe and like a beautiful little slut. Normally I had someone else with me when I was feeling this way, to take me and pound me like nobody’s business. But at that moment, I was gleefully flying solo. I was seconds away from my eruption of delicious pleasure when I heard a knock on the door.

“Are you okay?” I could hear the worry in my secretary’s voice.

“I’ll be right there!” I exclaimed in shock. A dark embarrassment rushed over me as I realized my lack of restraint. My hunger for gratification had overtaken everything else. I was getting out of control. I knew then something needed to change. I needed to address my business’ needs, as well as my personal ones.

I quickly cleaned up the best I could and shimmied back into my panties. I took one last look at my bountiful tits, their curves begging to be caressed, before I strapped my bra back on. I buttoned up my shirt with caution and zipped up my skirt over the curves of my ass, but I was still too overheated to wear my blazer. Shuffling on my shoes, I let out a sigh of disappointment. The warm, tingling sensations that had zipped through my body like lightening had died; they’d been replaced by embarrassment and a hint of shame.

I marched back into the meeting without explanation and authoritatively announced, “I want to hire a new agent — from the outside. We need new blood. I expect you to conduct the interviews yourselves, and bring me the top three candidates. I will make the final decision.” I noticed a few jaws dropping and eyes widening in confusion, so I quickly wrapped up my speech. “This is the top priority now, so let’s conclude this meeting here so you can commence the search. I expect to be impressed.”

The announcement of the new hire made a stir in the office, but it also helped me put my focus back toward my work. I made myself stay in that night. Alone in bed, I longingly guided my fingers into my mouth and then into my cunt. I pinched my nipples and spanked and squeezed my ass cheeks until they were pink. I wanted to be opened up so bad and pounded like there was no tomorrow. I writhed around until I reached full climax, but still I ached for the feeling of getting slapped in the face by a perfect cock.

“Once he got going, he was like a jackhammer that wouldn’t stop.”

After that night, I threw myself into my work like never before. I signed on two new clients within a week, and my staff was busy searching for a new candidate to join our staff. The first interview was a dud, but during the second interview, I saw something I liked. Her name was Kitty, and what she lacked in experience she made up for with her eagerness to please. She was straight out of college, a gorgeous blonde who didn’t shy away from showing off her assets in her short skirt and formfitting top. She knew what she had going on and knew how to use it. There was a raw ambition inside her that turned me on in a different kind of way. While I’d always preferred letting loose on a nice stiff rod, I couldn’t help but feel a tingle when I smelled her sweet perfume. My heart skipped a beat when she uncrossed her legs to accidentally reveal a silver of a red thong.

I told her I needed to meet with the third candidate, but that was a mere formality; she should expect to hear some good news from my office in a day or two. In her excitement she threw her arms around me. The way our breasts touched, as we embraced like long lost friends, made me a little short of breath. After she left my office, I let out a gentle sigh of relief. Something good was going to happen; I felt it. She got me hot and bothered without even trying. She could sell a glass of water to a drowning man, and holy shit, I felt like I was going to drown in my panties if I thought about her too long.

The next day I excitedly began to outline a new strategy for the company, with Kitty front and center. I was deep in concentration when my secretary rang to let me know that my last interview candidate had arrived. I’d become so preoccupied by memories of Kitty’s red thong that the appointment had totally slipped my mind! I thought for a moment about canceling the interview, but instead I had her send him in.

As my office door opened, I looked up to see a familiar face. I recognized him from the bathroom of a bar, the backseat of my car and an alley located God-knows-where. It could have been two weeks ago or maybe two months, but I knew those lips and that thick frame. A memory of me sucking on his juicy bottom lip — sucking it long and hard while I straddled his muscular body in the back of my BMW — suddenly flashed before my eyes. Visions of me licking his neck, and memories of feeling his hot breath on my tits from his rapturous moans while he effortlessly entered my pussy. I’d welcomed him with a wet cunt that was raring to go. I’d totally forgotten him before, but now I couldn’t shake the memory as hard as I tried.

“he showered me with a waterfall of come, streaking my face and tits.”

I was at a loss for words, but I managed to reach out a hand and say, “Hello.”

I didn’t even know his name, but I knew the taste of his semen, and I knew I liked it. Now there he was in a suit and tie, nervously rolling his resume between his hands. He nailed his real first interview by nailing me all night long. What did he have for me now?

He introduced himself as Max and shook my hand. The inside of his palm was soft, but not as soft as the skin I delightedly licked and sucked. By his smile, I knew he recognized me. In a flash I wasn’t his potential new boss, I was that greedy girl who begged him to explode in her mouth. His tone was much more formal than before, and I couldn’t stand it. All I wanted to hear was that deep voice whispering in my ear, “You’re wet cunt feels so good. Come on baby, take it deeper.” I was in sheer agony from the thought of his beautiful cock.

I wondered what memory first entered his mind. Was it the way I pushed out my ass for him, asking for a spanking while he grabbed my hair and thrust inside me? Maybe it was the sound of me choking on his rock-hard cock as I tried my best to deep-throat him, bobbing up only to catch a breath of air and let out a little groan of joy. Or maybe it was the whole night that ran through his mind in a blur of sweat and come.

We stood there silently, casting meaningful glances because we each already knew what was hidden beneath the other’s clothes. I asked him to take a seat and debated my course of action. I had been so good at containing myself for so long, but once again my restraint broke down. I halfheartedly glanced at his resume, then looked up into his magnificent hazel eyes. The tension between us was turning me on. I was ready to have some fun with it.

“So, you think you’re qualified to work for me? What would you do to get this gig?” The innuendo of my statement was not lost on him. We both smiled, and with that, the atmosphere in the room turned red-hot — and every inch of me felt ready to burst into flames. My gaze locked with his. I was consumed with passion, and I could tell there was no question about what he wanted. I wanted the same thing.

The piercing confidence I’d seen the first night we met surged into him. I could see it in his posture as he straightened more in his seat.

“I’ll do anything,” he responded. He reminded me of a Boy Scout hoping for his next merit badge.

“Show me how badly you want it,” I demanded.

In one swift motion, he lunged over my desk, reaching his right hand around to the back of my neck and crushing his lips against mine. Our tongues examined every little curve and dip of each other’s mouths like we had been secretly desperate to have this second chance.

My desk was still between us, but my thighs started spreading in my office chair as my clit swelled with heat. I could hear papers falling to the floor, and the receiver on my phone tumbled off the hook. Then, in a wild gesture fueled by passion, he pulled away from me and rushed around my desk. He stood in front of me, while I remained seated in my chair. I had to stop myself from tearing off his pants and taking him in as far as my throat would let me. This was his interview, not mine. He was the one with something to prove.

“he lunged forward, jamming his dick inside me for just a moment.”

He reached under my skirt and ferociously ripped down my panties. With an electric fever, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. As he unzipped his fly, my mouth started to water. His hand dove into his briefs and pulled out his sumptuous cock, which was rock hard. He stroked it twice with purpose and then lifted me from my chair like I weighed nothing and sat me atop my desk. He swiftly yanked my legs toward him, so my shiny cunt rested just beyond the edge. He grabbed the back of my neck again and lunged forward, jamming his big dick inside me for just a moment before pulling out and playfully tapping the head against my clit. It was sublime torture.

“More!” I demanded, and with that, he proceeded to thrust himself back into me, slamming my G-spot. Once he got going, he was like a delicious jackhammer that wouldn’t stop. He passionately plunged his cock deeper and deeper. I moaned as I felt my pussy pulsing, my inner walls excitedly embracing all he had to give. His hands were firmly massaging my heaving tits, and with one vigorous tug, he ripped open my shirt and sent buttons flying. Scooping my tits out from my bra, he then began sucking on my nipples, giving each its own consideration. He gave each nip a little bite to signal when it was the other one’s turn to play.

I soon felt an incredible wave rush over me as my orgasm began to consume me. I couldn’t help but let out a groan, which he silenced by giving me his fingers to suck on. That shut me up as he made his final lunge into me. With a tremendous gasp, he pulled out his gorgeous cock and showered me with a triumphant waterfall of come, streaking my face and tits. We stared at each other as we released heaving sighs of gratitude.

I sat up abruptly and told him, “That’s all for now. I’ll be in touch.”

Then I made an attempt to wipe the sticky mess from my face. The moment had been so perfectly dirty. He smiled at me and then pulled his pants up and straightened his tie. I didn’t bother reaching for my panties just yet. I was soaked and already knew there was no hope for my shirt, so the extra change of clothes I’d brought with me that day would come in handy.

“I look forward to hearing from you,” he said, smiling politely as he thanked me for the interview and showed himself out.

I sat there stunned for I don’t know how long. Losing myself with him in my office, surrounded by my fancy diplomas and meaningless paperweights, I had found satisfaction like I’d never known. I felt renewed and inspired. I felt like a true boss bitch.

Since that interview, my agency has expanded in ways I never could have dreamed. I’ve gained a whole new understanding of success and how to achieve it.

In the end, I gave the job to Kitty, but I still “interview” Max from time to time. His eagerness to please has really left an impression on me.

I’m a boss and a leader in my field. I never want to stop working, and I’ll always strive to do it harder, faster and dirtier — until I get the job done.