The Accounting Job

Claire: ‘J, I am really keen to take up the accounting job you have. You have seen my resume, I believe I have the skills.’
Me: ‘But you are just in your teens, would you know how to balance my accounts?’
Claire: ‘Yes. I can learn. You can teach me, and we will work together.’

The brown haired girl had wore a beige tube top to our ‘interview’ and the bandage skirt somehow did not convince me that she was capable of handling what my business had. Her tensed body language and over-eagerness simply turned me off, not even once showing me the composed mindset in such common situation.

Claire: ‘Can I convince you in any other way?’
Me: ‘I am not someone who makes decisions on the spot. And I have your doubts about you, just like other candidates.’

My eyes gave away my intention when I looked behind her, at another equally gorgeous potentional whom had spotted me long ago. Her long flawless legs were uncrossed, and her short dress gave me sufficient rush to stay alert.

Suddenly, Claire held my hand and sat closer to me, making a bold move that would fail her immediately.

Claire (whispering): ‘I’ll fuck you to get this job. And do it as and when you like.’

Holding on to my priorities, I waved for the other girl to come over and the deadly silence lingered on for as long as I took to read her file. Apart from the second girl’s good looks, nothing else interested me besides her long list of entertainment and promoter’s gigs. Needless to say, her seductive outfit did nothing and I ushered her off, straightaway disqualifying her.

Claire didn’t even finish her drink when she got up excitedly, so sure that she clinched the job. Well, her offer had extra benefits and we walked over to my car, a luxury I couldn’t wait to let someone else drive me around in. Luckily, her attire complimented the high maintenance ‘wife’ well and she hopped in after me.

Claire: ‘Would you like me to start now?’
Me: ‘Here?’
Claire: ‘Yupp. Behind?’

I hesitantly got out of the vehicle to lower the backrest so I could climb to the back, while she did the same under the cooling blue sky. Within minutes of getting comfortable, she had her tube down to her waist and proceeded to unbuckle my pants.

Claire: ‘So, how big is your account now?’
Me: ‘About six mil held overseas.’
Claire: ‘And you have been managing it alone?’
Me: ‘Yupp.’
Claire: ‘Aww.. that must be hard on you.’
Me: ‘Tell me about it. I don’t even have.. arghh.. ‘

Her mouth descended on my cock before I could finish my sentence and she skilfully used her soft lips to lubricate my rod, moving up and down without hurry. Her wet tongue rested against my shaft as she bobbed her head, relaxing my mind from crafting the interview questions.

Her perky boobs was squished in my hand and there was no lack of sensual moans from her. My cock had a thick coat of glimmer when she pulled her lips away, gazing into my eyes with an unspoken desire.

Claire (whispering): ‘I think I would still have fucked you if I didn’t offer.’

Her hands pushed me against the backseat and she stripped her thongs off before straddling on top, just inches away from our first ‘professional’ partnership. Her lips quickly flattened onto me with her hand reaching my cock, positioning it upright at her pussy. Slowly, my dick entered her warm orifice and lured me into her erotic mood.

She did not waste any time to start bouncing and lifted her chest enough to let me suck her nipples, increasing her volume drastically in the constrained space. My back slipped lower along the seat as she slammed her butt on my lap, driving my cock further up her body. There was no lack of sharp screams as we fucked wildly, to a point she came all over my exquisite leather seat.

Claire: ‘Fuck.. I just squirted. I’ll clean it up later boss.’
Me: ‘You better do. Lie down on the seat.’
Claire: ‘Huh? Can do do it doggy? I only have missionary sex with.. ‘
Me: ‘No.’

The unwilling look on her face was priceless when she laid down for me, legs hanging over the headrests. I found the ideal spot to settle in and promptly stuck my dick into her, pounding her without any warning. I could feel the stretch of her vagina as she tried to open her legs wider, but the moans never sounded any better since we started.

Short, gasping moans echoed in darkness as I grabbed her waist harder, fucking her mind out with mine. In this position, we lasted a good ten minutes of intense reproductive act, overwhelming our bodies with draining orgasms.

Me (groaning): ‘I’m going to cum now.. ‘
Claire (moaning): ‘I’ll suck you off boss.’
Me (panting): ‘Good suggestion. But do it on the way to the office.’

We wore back enough clothes to get into the front seats, before I took the wheel and drove into CBD. Claire spent the first ten minutes of roadhead to empty my load, and the next ten minutes to clean me up with her mouth. As cool as I was, her blowjob only made the drive smoother than usual. Besides the momentary euphoria from my ejaculation, it was her eager lips that sparked an idea for the next big project.

Me: ‘You know you just inspired me for the next big project.’
Claire: ‘Really?! When you came inside my mouth?’
Me: ‘Yeah. I’ll tell you about it next time.’

In the tiny office, we spent the next two hours going through the properly labeled files to get her up to speed, and then ending it with another round of sex on my table. It seemed that cumming in her mouth was the most ideal method to keep things clean and hassle-free, also, an option she readily accepted.

I hope she described this job of hers as ‘with a lot of perks’.

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