(L) – This story contains strong language.
Eric stepped into Janelle’s office, his heart pounding like a drum.
He closed the door softly behind him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, then sat down in the leather chair.
Across the desk, Janelle stood, then walked around toward Eric. Her tight-fitting black dress hugged every curve of her body as she rounded the desk and stopped in front of him.
“Eric,” she began, “I’m afraid I have some bad news.”
His stomach dropped. He knew this moment was coming, but hearing it confirmed made his chest tighten.
“The company is downsizing, and unfortunately, your position is being eliminated.”
“Janelle, please,” he pleaded. “I’ve given everything to this job. There must be something I can do.” His hands gripped the arms of the chair. “I’ll do anything. Just tell me what you need.”
She reached out, her hand taking his. “You’ll do anything?” she asked.
Eric nodded. “Anything,” he repeated. He leaned forward, his hand resting on her knee. “Is there anything I can do here? I need this job, Janelle. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
She paused. Then she pushed herself off the desk and stood fully. Her hand slid to his shoulder. “If you’re serious,” she said, her voice firm, “prove it.” Before he could respond, she turned and began to unzip her dress.
Eric’s breath caught in his throat as the dress slid off her shoulders. She stood before him in nothing but black lace panties. His eyes widened, his mind struggling to process the sudden change.
Janelle ran her hands over her body. Her fingers brushed her nipples, teasing them into tight peaks. “If you want your job,” she said, “eat my pussy.”
The words hung in the air, bold and unyielding.
Eric’s shock gave way to a surge of adrenaline. He stepped closer and reached for the doorknob, locking it with a sharp click. Then he pulled her into a fierce kiss, his hands roaming over her body. Janelle moaned softly into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as she pressed against him.
He dropped to his knees, his hands sliding down her hips to the edge of her panties. His fingers brushed the lace aside, exposing her. She was wet, and he felt a surge of determination to make her cum. He pressed his mouth against her, his tongue tracing the lips of her pussy. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open as he delved deeper, his tongue flicking and circling. He sucked her clit into his mouth, teasing it with gentle laps before sucking harder.
Janelle’s hands tightened in his hair, her hips bucking slightly as her moans grew louder. “Yes,” she breathed. “That’s it, Eric. Don’t stop.”
His tongue worked tirelessly, his mouth pressing and sucking, his fingers slipping between her folds to add pressure where she needed it most. Her moans built, her body tensing as she neared the edge, his tongue flicking faster.
“Fuck, Eric,” she gasped as her body shook with her orgasm.
Her juices spilled onto his face, and he lapped at her greedily. When she finally stilled, he stood, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her close. As he kissed her fiercely, she tasted herself on his lips.
“Maybe you can keep your job,” she murmured between breaths, which came in ragged gasps. “But there’s more.”
Eric didn’t hesitate. “Anything,” he repeated. He stepped back, his hands trembling as he unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His cock stood hard, pre-cum glistening at the tip.
Janelle’s eyes darkened with approval as she dropped to her knees, her hands reaching out to grasp him. She rubbed the head of his cock against her lips, her tongue darting out to taste him before she took him into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around him, warm and wet, her tongue swirling as she sucked him deep. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he thrust gently into her mouth.
But she wasn’t done. She guided him to her chest, his cock slapping against her tits as she pressed them together, her hands squeezing him between the soft flesh. He moaned, the sensation overwhelming, his hips moving of their own accord as he fucked her tits.
“You like?” she asked, her voice muffled at the end of the question as she immediately took him back into her mouth. Her lips slid down his length before she looked up at him.
He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. She smiled and pulled him closer, her mouth devouring him once more, making his cock throb as he teetered on the edge.
“There is one more thing you need to do to keep your job,” she said.
He swallowed hard. But without hesitation, he replied, “Anything, boss.”
She smirked. “I want you to fuck my pussy and cum inside me,” she said.
“Your wish is my command,” he replied.
Their bodies were a blur of motion as they switched positions. Janelle sat on the edge of the desk, Eric stepped up to her, and in a moment, his hands gripped her hips. His cock, hard and throbbing, teased her entrance, the head rubbing against her wet pussy in a slow, deliberate motion.
She growled as she arched her back, pushing herself against him. “Put your cock in me now! Fuck me or you’re fired!” she demanded.
He didn’t need to be told twice. With a swift motion, he thrust inside her, his cock sliding deep into her tight pussy. She gasped, her head falling back as she felt him fill her completely. He started slow, his hips moving in a deliberate rhythm. But she wasn’t in the mood for slow. She wanted him to take her. “Fuck me harder!” she demanded.
Gripping her hips tighter, he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming harder. She moaned, her hands reaching down between them to stroke her clit, her fingers moving in quick, desperate circles. Her breath came in short gasps as she felt the tension building. “Oh, fuck my pussy, cum inside me!” she moaned.
He growled in response. His balls slapped against her with each thrust. She raked her fingernails along his shaft ever so lightly, teasing him further along.
“I’m about to cum!” she gasped.
“I’m going to cum too,” he grunted.
“Yes!” she cried, her voice breaking as her orgasm crashed over her.
He thrust one last time, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he unleashed his load. She shuddered around him, her climax rippling through her body in waves.
Slowly, he slid out.
“If you promise to keep fucking me like that, you can keep your job,” she smirked.
He smirked back. “No problem, boss,” he replied.
He stepped back, pulling up his pants. She put on her dress.
“You should take a shower, in case people smell us,” he suggested.
She nodded, “That sounds like a good idea. Will you take me home for a shower, my handsome husband?” she asked.
“Of course, my darling wife,” he replied, his tone warm and affectionate.
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