I had just started a new job at a fancy boutique and needed to be brought up to speed on the procedures.

All training took place after-hours, so customers wouldn’t be disturbed while shopping. Not that I minded — the manager was the hottest-looking guy I’d seen in ages. He was tall, dark, and built for sex.

I arrived at the boutique at 6 P.M., and he asked if I was ready to get down to business. All I could think about was getting fucked, and I felt my pussy getting wet. I tried to put a stop to these thoughts, but every time he moved close to show me how to write up orders and run credit cards, I just got hotter and wetter. He seemed to be completely aware of my increasingly aroused state. After about 45 minutes, he said it was time to practice showing merchandise to customers.

We walked into the showroom to take a look at the new collection. Then he asked me to try on a blouse, saying that some customers’ husbands and boyfriends come in to buy them things. Those men would depend on my knowing what appealed to their women, and might ask me to model an outfit for them. He made it clear that refusing to do so would mean getting fired.

The dressing rooms were locked, so I turned my back to him, took off my top, and started to put on the blouse. That’s when things heated up. He came up behind me and began licking my neck. He couldn’t possibly have known that that was one of my extra-sensitive erogenous zones, but he hit all the right spots. Besides, he was hot, and I wanted him so much my pussy was literally dripping.

I pulled off the blouse and the rest of my clothes. He wasted no time. His fingers were inside me in seconds, pounding in and out of my hole in a steady rhythm. I lay flat on my back with my legs wide open, impatiently waiting for him to fuck me. He spread my legs even wider, and I felt his tongue darting in and out of my hole. I was moaning and trembling, completely out of control.

“Where do you want me — in your mouth or in your pussy?”

“I want you every way I can have you,” I cried, as I thrust my pussy at him.

With that, he drilled his tongue into me again. It felt fantastic, but I wanted that cock. When I reached out, I found a rock-hard dick ready and waiting for me. I was moaning, screaming for his cock, begging him to fuck me. He pulled me up and positioned me so I was on all fours, with my ass pointing up toward the ceiling. My juices were dripping down my thighs, and the few seconds it took before he entered me seemed like an eternity.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I crooned. Finally, he rammed his cock into me from behind and pounded my pussy. He felt so good inside me that he had me climaxing from the very first thrust. It turns out that being the new girl can be very rewarding.