The $50,000 Blowjob


Mr. Kissinger was looking for a secretary for approximately four months when he reached out to a temp agency.  Kissinger & Associates was a marketing firm and as such some level of customer service was required.  The recruiter brought him four resumes, all women, something he requested.  Of the four resumes, he interviewed two – Charlene and Nina.  Both had great resumes, but somehow the name ‘Nina’ struck him as a woman who was not only smart, but fairly attractive.  His secretaries had to be as good as they looked.  She would be the first person the client saw when they walked in the door.  It’s a known fact that putting someone attractive as the first point of contact increases the odds of clients wanting to do business.

Charlene was brought in, but though her resume was decent, she wasn’t much in the line of eye-candy.  Not once did Mr. Kissinger get an erection during the interview.

He brought Nina in.  She was older but her resume and experience showed through.  When Mr. Kissinger spoke to her over the phone, she had a sultry and seductive voice.  In many ways, he thought she could have been a phonesex operator on the side.  Mr. Kissinger still remembered masturbating to that gorgeous voice after he made the appointment with her for the interview.

Knowing that she’d be interviewing with an older-sounding business owner whose voice commanded authority and assertiveness, she decided to dress both for success and sex appeal.  She commanded a gorgeous 38C figure, worked out regularly, had sexy red hair that came down to her shoulders, and loved showing cleavage.  Older business owners have always been an aphrodisiac to her.

When she stepped in for the interview, she donned a sexy white cross-over top, silky tan bra, lacy panties, and work pants.  As usual, Mr. Kissinger wore a suit and was well-groomed with slicked-back hair.  Something about expensive suits and a clean-shaved appearance made his business look good and drew women to him.  The interview went well considering Mr. Kissinger spent half the interview fantasizing about fucking the shit out of her.  She wasn’t innocent herself; halfway through the interview, she contemplated fingering her pussy in front of him.  Two days after her interview, he offered her the job.  As he spoke, her pussy purred as she was determined to get him alone to give him the hottest blowjob he’d ever received.  She accepted the job and was told to start Monday morning.

She needed to satisfy her sexual appetite.  Surely a man of his stature would have a picture up somewhere on the internet.

She Googled his company and navigated to the employee directory.  There wasn’t a single picture of him alone.  She Googled his full name and finally found one picture of him standing against a backdrop, which was attached to an article about his company expanding to another part of the country.  She downloaded the picture, transferred it to her tablet, and hopped in the shower.  As she began to look at his picture, her pussy started getting hot again.

Her mind flashed back to the interview – she noticed that one hand was absent during the interview as he was likely rubbing himself while listening to her.  The more he spoke, the hotter she got.  The staged shot of him in his slicked-back hair was intensifying those feelings.  Her mind engulfed itself into the fantasy as warm water continued to cover her whole body.  Her right hand knew what it needed to do and her pussy was throbbing.  Her nipples were hard as rocks and all she could think about was his tongue on her nipples and his cock inside her, pounding away hard at it.

As she continued to masturbate, she could hear him saying things like, “That’s my bitch….keep on sucking…” as she submissively continued fellatio.  All she wanted was more cock.  As the fantasy continued and hot water draped over the orifice, her fingers just swished around.  She could feel an impending orgasm and she was overcome with sensations of being fucked by him – they felt too real to be a fantasy.  As the orgasm reached the surface, she introduced her index finger to stimulate her clit, plunging her body into another state of being.  Total euphoria and satisfaction overcame her as she came hard.  As her body came down from the orgasm, the fantasy ended and she returned to reality in her shower.

She walked into the office Monday morning dressed not much different than she was for the interview.  Mr. Kissinger wasn’t far behind her.  He welcomed her to the office, gave a brief tour of where things were.  As they walked together, she couldn’t take her eyes off him.  She resisted every urge to reach out and grab his ass.  She wanted to be fucked by him so badly, she could taste it.

After the tour, he adjourned to his office to get his day started and she assumed her position at the desk.

As the day progressed forward, she noticed the flirtatious and salacious stares from clients that came through.  Some clients contacted Mr. Kissinger personally to compliment him on a wonderful new hire, and that they’d be back for more business.

As time went on, she became the office slut.  By the five-month mark in her temporary employment, she’d already fucked most of the male staff, blown the remaining, and managed to reawaken the lesbian urges within the woman that runs the Business Office.  These sexual favors weren’t for nothing.  Most of the employees trusted her, and when she’d do something outside of company policy, the fear of losing that sexual favor compelled them to keep quiet.

At her six-month anniversary, her contact was set to expire unless Mr. Kissinger decided to buy it out.  His colleagues begged him to keep her on.  One employee made the mistake of confessing to receiving a killer blowjob from her one night after work.

Mr. Kissinger had to experience this for himself, seeing as everyone else had.

As much as he wanted to keep her on, he needed a permanent employee on the payroll and just needed her as a temporary person to fill the gap while he searched.  One week before the anniversary, he found his new secretary, someone a little bit younger, but someone whose education was in marketing.

At the end of Nina’s final shift, he called her into the office.  He opened up the conversation with her stating that he was thankful for her work over the last six months considering it was a temporary stint.  He also wanted to inform her that he’d found her permanent replacement, and that she was done after today.

He also unearthed a piece of paper from his desk and handed it to her.  Fifty-thousand dollars had come out missing during her time with the company.

When that employee made the mistake of exposing the blowjob he’d received, he decided to see who else was in on it, given the reaction of his other employees.  As the investigation into his office continued, he described to her in more of a shrill voice, details of her sexual escapades with everyone in the office; fucking a few coworkers, blowing others, and through another weak-spined colleague, managed to discover that she’d been embezzling from the company each month via a mole in the Business Office.

After Nina was informed of the wrongdoing, Mr. Kissinger offered her some options:  He could call her agency and inform them that their worker had been stealing money from the company up until her final days of employment.  The other option was delivered as he came around the desk and sat on top of it.  He loosened his tie, put it aside, removed the buttons from the top of his shirt, down to the bottom, and removed it.  He then proceeded to undo his pants and drop them, revealing a delicious erection.

“Give me the same type of blowjob that you’ve given a few of my employees.  I will simply let you go off on your merry way as I write-off the fact that you stole fifty-thousand-fucking dollars from my company!” said Mr. Kissinger with a disciplinary voice.

On one hand, Nina knew what she’d been doing, and she knew that she was able to silence the entire office, but on the other hand, this wasn’t the first time it had happened.  Nina’s bouts of fellatio had kept her dirty deeds under wraps for her duration as a temp worker.

Nina was unphased by his disciplinarian attitude.  “Here’s the thing, Mr. Kissinger.  Even though your coworker confessed to giving me that money, you have zero proof that I even have the money,” she said vindictively.

“But, as a woman, I can convince your customers that the reason you hire female receptionists, is so you can masturbate daily while looking at them, and so you can fantasize about them while interviewing them.  I can even convince them that you like to lie about embezzlement in an attempt to get them to either blow you or fuck you when it’s convenient.”

Each word was said cold, calculating, and with a manipulative tone.  He had far more to lose with the reputation of his company, than she did with the threat of losing her job and being charged with theft.  He wasn’t the first employer she’d embezzled from, and he wouldn’t be the last.  She ascended from her chair, removed her top and bra, exposing the C cups that occupied Mr. Kissinger’s fantasies.  “Come on Kissinger, you’re the owner of a million-dollar company, you’re smokin’ hot, yet you won’t make a move with the hot secretary that you’ve been jerking your cock off with at night?”

She moved slowly towards him, “Fucking coward…”

“But since I have fantasized about you from the very beginning, and have been wanting to suck that cock of yours, I will give you the fucking pleasure…”  She dropped to her knees and began sucking that cock very passionately, but very devoid of emotion.

About five minutes into jerking him off, his desk phone rang, and he moved toward it.

“Answer that fucking thing, and I’ll leave you with balls so blue, Smurfs would be jealous,” she growled.  He pushed the voicemail button on his phone and pushed it away.  She returned to the fellatio.  Within another five minutes, she could feel his cock pulsating, signaling his upcoming orgasm.

“What’s the matter?  I thought you’d go at least 20-30 minutes!” she said, snapping at him.  “I haven’t had this nice of a blowjob in a while,” he replied submissively.

Nina cackled demonically, “Wow, you have millions to your name, but can’t get a blowjob to save your life.  How fuckin’ pathetic.”  She looked back down as his cock and just stroked it, but every so slowly, dragging it out and teasing his body.

Minutes later, he shot his load, and within thirty seconds, the carpet in his office was not only cum-stained, but the sexual deed was obvious to anyone who entered.

“Go ahead and have fun explaining to your colleagues, or even to clients, why you have cum stains on your carpet,” said Nina as she redressed.

“Oh, and when you decide to get me on charges of theft, remind yourself that sexual harassment is a bitch of charge in itself,” she continued with the blackmail.  “I doubt any client wants to do business with a company that puts up with sexual harassment.”

“Oh, trust me,” replied Mr. Kissinger, “I have a damn good PR department working for me, and I have proof that you stole $50,000 from me.”

“Please, press charges.  Your company won’t last long.”

After finishing dressing, she left the room, winking in spite.

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