HR: The Intern Pt. 01

Human Resources: The Intern, Part 1

I was twenty when I got my first real job. I was going to the local college for an Information Technology degree and they had a work-study program where you worked for a semester and then studied for a semester, trading off between the two for the last two years of your undergraduate degree. While it extended my undergraduate degree to five years instead of four, it would give me some good, real-world experience for my resume and, possibly, give me a job right out of school.

The school set up interviews with a variety of companies within the vicinity of the college and even large employers in other states. I was lucky enough to get into one in another state. That way I could get away from my parents and the school, at least for a few months at a time. I interviewed at a PR Firm located in New York. It seemed like an incredible opportunity for me, working in a fairly busy office, doing a job I love... and, the best perk of all in this case, working in an office with a lot of beautiful, successful women.

I hadn't had much luck or experience with women, only having one girlfriend in my life. Even that was a few years ago. So working in a female rich environment was bound to be good for my social life. Incredibly, this particular firm was woman-owned and run almost exclusively by women. I only hoped they would hire a male intern.

The interview was held at the university and, when I arrived at the room they'd set up, I met Nicole Patterson, the firm's HR director. She was holding all of the interviews. She was an older woman, probably in her fifties, but was still really beautiful with short-cropped blond hair and a sizable... noticeable... D-cup breasts. They might have even been DD-cup. All I knew was that they were big and truly captured my attention.

I felt like a ten year old when I saw her. She seemed so much more mature and in charge.

She gave me a quick handshake and invited me to sit down. She sat back on the edge of the desk they'd provided and put her hands behind her on the desktop. I couldn't help but notice her incredible legs encased in hose underneath the short skirt she wore, and her breasts straining at the buttons of her blouse that was pulled tight from the position of her arms. I could see her pointed nipples pressing against the thin material.

She asked me several questions, which I answered without really even thinking. My head seemed lost in seeing her. I was so shy and embarrassed that I was thinking such thoughts. I felt my cock harden and had to move in my seat to get it into a comfortable position. When I looked up again, she was smiling a little deviously, as if knowing I was having problems and was reveling in causing it. But I figured it was just my overactive imagination.

She slid her suit jacket off revealing her sleeveless blouse. As she slid it off her arms, her chest was pushed forward, pressing hard against the buttons. It almost strained them to their limit and I had the fantasy of them popping off, flying across the room, as her breasts were exposed. She tossed her jacket onto another chair and then sat up on the edge of the desk, her skirt riding up a little bit. One shoe slid partly off her foot and she swung it absently, making it hard not to pay attention to her hose-encased legs.

As she asked questions, her legs would part, offering me a glimpse between them, before crossing again on the other side. Although I really saw nothing, the movement itself was incredibly sexy and alluring, capturing my eyes. I couldn't help but look.

When the interview was over, I stood and shook her hand, noting how a few buttons on her blouse were undone such that I could see the frilly, lace bra underneath. I almost thought I saw the edge of her nipple before I diverted my glance so I wouldn't be caught.

I walked out, happy to have met her, but unsure if I had the job or not.

*****

A month after the interview, I was sent an offer letter from the firm. They wanted to hire me as an intern! I was incredibly happy and couldn't wait to tell my family. I was going to start in the spring semester.

Over the course of the next month, I received a few more letters from Nicole, making sure I filled out all the necessary paperwork and that I had a drug test done. I had to have everything ready and complete for my January 10th start date.

I was so excited that I got the job and spent the month of December getting everything in order. I left just after New Years, driving up there in an old clunker my parents bought for me. I figured that maybe with the money I'd be making that I'd be able to buy myself a new car.

I received a letter a week ago telling me that due to renovations in the intern dorms that for the first month or so I'd be staying at the home of Sheila Jackson, the firm's IT Director. She normally rented out the basement area, but she didn't have a tenant at the moment, so this would be the perfect opportunity. It mentioned that the room was free as well, but I'd have to pay for my own food.

I arrived at Sheila's house on Saturday, January 8th, at 7:00pm. She completely surprised me by answering the door in shorts and a t-shirt, even in this cold weather.

"Hi! You must be Michael," she said, smiling brightly. She was an older woman, like Nicole, with medium-length brown hair. And, like Nicole, she had some very impressive breasts. Definitely a D-cup, held back by God-knows-what underneath that t-shirt.

"Yes I am. I'm glad to meet you," I said. "Are you Sheila?"

"Yes, but please call me Mrs. Jackson. Come in for a second and let me show you where you'll be staying. Then we can get your stuff out of the car."

I entered the warm, brightly lit house, and Sheila, well, Mrs. Jackson, showed me the basement apartment, which had a bedroom, a nice sitting area, and its own bathroom with shower. It looked like a great place to me... much better than my dorm room!

Surprisingly, even in her warm-weather clothing, she helped me carry my stuff inside and into the basement. She told me that I was allowed to use her kitchen area as I needed. But, she said I couldn't have a key to her house and would therefore be required to have a curfew every night or be locked out. She said that it was only temporary, that the dorms would be ready in just a few weeks, and didn't want her keys to get lost or stolen.

I figured I could live without any night life for a few weeks so I agreed. She turned to go up the stairs and then turned around suggesting I take a shower now that I had arrived. She said there were clean towels in the bathroom. She had a devious look on her face, like she was up to something, but I was too naive to figure it out.

I threw my stuff aside, stripped off my clothes, and hopped into the shower. I soaped myself up and couldn't believe how good the suds felt on my body. It had been a long drive and after seeing Mrs. Jackson in her short shorts and tight t-shirt, I was horny as hell. My hand easily found it's way to my cock and began stroking it. And did it ever feel good! I leaned up against the shower wall and just let my body go. I came very quickly and let out a torrent of cum that sprayed against the wall, my grunts echoing off the tile wall.

When I was done, I cleaned up my mess, slipped on some boxers and slid into bed. I watched TV until it was late.

Mrs. Jackson knocked on the door at about midnight, checking to see if I was alright. She was wearing a short robe, so I knew she was getting ready for bed. She was certainly a knock out in that outfit. I could feel my cock spring to life once more when I saw her and had to lift my knees up to keep it from becoming noticeable to her, even under the covers.

I told her I was fine and didn't need anything and she stood there an extra moment, as if wanting something, but then simply told me to sleep well and went back upstairs.

The next morning, I knew it was going to be a long few weeks before I moved out. I woke early, took a shower, and then came upstairs wearing sweats and a t-shirt, my typical Sunday morning attire. Mrs. Jackson was in the kitchen making some breakfast, wearing her short robe again. I couldn't believe how little it hid. And I could tell that she was wearing little to nothing underneath her robe. I was so embarrassed to be in the same room with her because she turned me on so much. I was sure I was flushed thirty-two shades of red. I never knew a woman could look so sensual.

"So, what are you up to today?" Mrs. Jackson asked, holding a spatula. She was making some scrambled eggs for herself.

"I thought I drive around a little, get the lay of the land. Maybe buy some groceries."

"There's a good grocery store just up the street... maybe three miles," she said.

I nodded. "Sounds good."

I threw a sweatshirt on over my t-shirt and drove around a little, getting the lay of the land. I found the grocery store she was talking about and bought some things I'd need for the week and found a fast-food place to get some breakfast.

*****

I got up early on Monday in order to be at work well ahead of schedule. Mrs. Jackson was still getting ready when I walked out to my car, trudging through the snow, and found that it wouldn't start. The engine seemed to be seized up somehow. I sat in my car cursing, trying and retrying to start it, when Mrs. Jackson walked out of the house. She looked over at me, surprised to see me so distressed, and offered me to ride in with her.

I knew it was going to be an expensive fix and wondered if the car was even worth fixing. I thought that maybe after working for a couple months I might have enough money to buy a new car. But that would mean having to ride in with Mrs. Jackson for the next few weeks. Luckily the interns were housed very close to work so once there I wouldn't need transportation.

Mrs. Jackson wore a very sexy outfit to work that day as well. She seemed to prefer wearing shorter skirts and tight, translucent blouses. I couldn't help but glance at her on occasion and she caught me more than once, embarrassing the hell out of me when she smiled knowingly. She knew she looked good and knew I was definitely attracted to her. We finally arrived just before 8:00am and went straight to her office. Mrs. Jackson showed me the little office I shared with another intern and told me we'd get together later to go over my responsibilities. I was then to meet with HR at the end of the day, then come see her for my ride home.

I nodded my assent, then she surprised me by taking a hold of my hand and leading me down the hall to her boss' office. We went in quickly, the secretary smiling sweetly at us. Her boss, Melinda Cartwright, was behind her large desk, leaning back in her chair. Her eyes were closed as if in thought but she was smiling sweetly. I thought perhaps she was meditating. We waited just inside her door for a moment, and Mrs. Jackson cleared her throat.

"Sorry to disturb you," she said.

"No, no, come on in. Please. I was just having a little fun."

Mrs. Jackson moved behind me, putting her hands on my upper arms and pressing her breasts into my back. I could feel her chest against me, rubbing as if she was trying to maybe get past me or something.

"Melinda, this is Michael. He's our new intern in the IT department."

"Hi, Michael," Melinda said, staying seated behind her desk. "Forgive me for not getting up, but I'm right in the middle of... something." She smiled as if she was hiding something.

"No, no," I answered nervously. I hadn't even expected to meet the owner, for heaven's sake, let alone expect her to shake my hand or anything.

"I think he's going to fit in here very nicely," Mrs. Jackson said, pushing into my back again. "Very nicely."

Ms. Cartwright smiled. "Excellent! I always like having new talent in here to liven things up a bit. I'm sure I'll sample your work," she said.

I thought that maybe she didn't know what I was going to be doing. I didn't think I'd be submitting reports or anything like that. So her sampling comment seemed out of place. But I just smiled and nodded my head.

"It looks like this will be a great place to work," I said.

"Definitely," Mrs. Jackson replied, gripping my arms tightly. "Well, I'll show you back to your office and you can finish your paperwork." Her lips were right by my ear, her grip holding me in position facing Ms. Cartwright still.

"See that he's brought up to speed and knows the rules, Sheila," Ms. Cartwright said, once again leaning back in her chair, closing her eyes, and adjusting her leg position. "He's your boy." She seemed to be practicing some deep breathing exercises as Mrs. Jackson led me out of the room and back down the hall to HR.

It was about 8:30 when I was finishing setting up my desk when another intern came in, looking very tired and disheveled. I knew his name was James and that he only had this week left. He looked at me and shook my hand.

"I'm so glad you're here," he mumbled, before stumbling over to his desk. Just as he sat down his phone rang. He looked at me and sighed as he picked it up, as if exhausted. He didn't want to answer it but looked as if he didn't have a choice. "Hello.... mmhmm... I'll be right there, Ma'am." He hung up the phone and stood slowly. As he walked out the door, he tapped me on the back as if telling me he was sorry for me. I didn't see him for the rest of the day.

I sat down at my desk and saw an envelope on it with my name typed on a label attached to the front. When I opened it, there were several pages telling me about getting everything set up. I read through it, following each step-by-step process, and set up my computer login, my online time card, and made sure I had access to the training website.

The training I had to do was going to take me all morning to go through. Everything seemed to have a policy and procedure around it and I had to learn it all. There was an IT Security course... a course on Diversity in the Workplace... a course on how to input my time in the time-keeping system... a course on vacation time... and a course on their Harassment policy.

*****

It was 3:00pm when my phone rang and Mrs. Jackson asked me to come to her office. She was going to have Jessica, one of the staff IT people, show me the router closet, where, basically, all the wiring that went to the individual computers came together. Jessica was wearing a very loose fitting one-piece outfit, kind of a blouse and pants outfit, cinched at the waist, ankles and wrists, and open in the front with a plunging neckline showing her cleavage. The wispy material moved easily around her and appeared to be extremely comfortable. She took my hand and led me down the hall, opened a door, and invited me inside. She followed behind and surprisingly, closed the door behind her.

I stared at the rack of computer hardware with cabling extending from them up into conduits on the ceiling. The fans used to cool the devices were the only sources of sound in the room. I suddenly felt Jessica's hands on my shoulders as she came up behind me. Her hands moved down my arms and then underneath them, encircling my body and rubbing my stomach, playing with the buttons on my shirt.

"I was so happy they hired you," she said. "I got so wet when I saw you walking around earlier."

I stood there, stunned and scared. "What...?" I had no idea what to do or what she was saying.

"You know... this closet is soundproof... and we won't be interrupted," she said, her hand sliding down onto the front of my dress pants, her fingers curling around my hardness. She tightened her grip around me, bit my neck and then kissed it. "I think you need to take care of my needs, intern." She spun me around and pushed her body into me. One hand held behind my head as she kissed me roughly, her other hand continuing to caress my swollen and throbbing cock through my dress pants. She deftly unfastened my slacks with one hand and then slid her hand inside them, stroking my shaft directly.

"Mmmm, such a big boy," she moaned, pushing my pants and boxers down my legs. They instantly fell to my ankles, keeping me from moving much. She stepped back, admiring my erection as her hands moved to the front of her suit and pulled it open, revealing her naked flesh beneath. Her breasts, although much smaller than any of the three women I'd met, were nicely shaped with large, pointed nipples. She watched intently as my cock pulsed upon seeing her. She obviously relished the effect her nakedness had on me.

"Like my tits, little boy?" she said teasingly, her hands caressing them, stroking her nipples and pinching them. "They are so fucking hard for you. Just thinking about your tongue on them is making me so goddammed wet." She reached out and grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me into another fierce kiss. "Touch them... now!" she ordered softly.

Her hand grabbed my erection and expertly stroked it while mine timidly came up and lightly touched her tits. I could feel her push more into me. "Harder," she said. "Squeeze them... harder... yeah, that's right. Now, pinch my nipples."

I licked my lips in excitement and embarrassment as my fingers slipped around both her nipples and lightly pinched them. I was so embarrassed and knew I was so red. "Again... and harder," she hissed, her hand moving faster on my pole.

I was breathing harder now, loving the sensations her hand was giving me. I felt it all through my body. I pinched her nipples harder and felt her pull away from me a little, causing me to pull her boobs away from her body. I watched her eyes close and her head lean back as she moaned.

"Fuck, yeah," she said softly. "Now kiss away the pain, lover," she said pulling my head into her chest. She used one hand to grab and push her tits against my face, rubbing it all over my cheeks, lips, and chin. I was too embarrassed to do anything but let her torment me. "Fuck! Stick out your goddamn tongue!" she ordered. I complied and let her slide each breast and nipple over my tongue.

She seemed to tire and pushed me away abruptly. "Shit... you're almost worthless. You definitely need a lot of training." She was angry. "Lay the fuck on the floor."

I nodded, trying to keep her calm, trying not to get her any more angry at me. I lay down on my back, feeling the cold hardness of the tiled floor. She stood over me, raising her high-heeled shoe into the air and pressing it slightly into my crotch, while smiling viciously. She twisted and turned her foot, just barely grinding it into me, as if asserting her total dominance over me.

"Weak, pathetic, little boys need to be trained, you know. Women like their men to know how to please them. And you'll find us to be the very best teachers." She pulled her foot away and pulled her suit completely off. It was amazing just how easily it was removed and she stood there with only her heels on. She moved up my body, her legs straddling me. I looked up at her incredibly beautiful nakedness and felt my cock leaping. I thought I might cum just from watching her.

"Hands at your sides," she said as she knelt down, sitting on my chest. Her left hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head up slightly while her right hand slid between her legs, her fingers slowly circling her pussy. She was very clean shaven except for a little strip of hair at the top. "First lesson, this is a pussy. Your sole job is to keep it happy and satisfied at all times." Her fingertips were circling her clit rapidly and one finger would occasionally slide deep inside before being pulled out. "You have three ways of doing that at your disposal... your mouth... your fingers... and your cock. Got that?" I lay there stunned, not knowing what to do or say, not knowing where to even look. I was too embarrassed.

She smacked me with her left hand. "Are you listening to me?"

"Yes... Yes, I'm listening," I moaned.

"What's this?" she said grabbing my hair again and lifting my face towards her succulent pussy. "Huh?"

I gulped. "A... it's... a pussy."

"And what's your number one job?" she asked smacking me in the head again.

"Stop," I whined. "To keep it happy and satisfied."

"When?"

"All the time... all the time," I said trying to stop her from slapping me. Her thighs pinned my arms to my sides, keeping me from using them.

She stopped hitting me and let me lay still for a moment, her fingers still slowly circling her clit. I don't know why she was so intimidating to me, she was only five or six years older than me.

She seemed calmer and licked her lips for a moment. "And what are the three ways at your disposal?"

I shook my head in disbelief. I never imagined I'd ever be in this position. She was so in control of me. I wasn't sure I even wanted to fight back. Everything she was doing to me only got me more excited. My cock was throbbing hard and I needed release so bad. She was sitting right above me, her naked body on full display for me, her fingers sliding through her wet cunt without a care.

I didn't respond fast enough and she raised her hand ready to hit me again. "My hand, my mouth, and my dick," I said quickly, trying to do anything to avoid being hit.

She lowered her hand and smiled, obviously satisfied with my answer. She licked her lips and I felt her squirming on my chest. "Mmmm. You are so turning me on," she moaned. "I think I'm going to try out your dirty little boy mouth first. Just looking at it has got me so damn wet. Just thinking about you sucking on my pussy has me creaming." She pried her labia open and moved forward, hovering just over my mouth. "When I say lick, you lick. When I say suck, you suck." She moved down further as if threatening to smother me. "Now lick."

My tongue slid out and I licked her as best I could. She continually moved my head, forcing me to lick her different ways, continually correcting me and teaching me. My mouth and tongue grew tired and yet she forced me to continue. If I stopped or didn't follow directions, she hit me on the head.

I lay there pleasuring her for a long time. When she finally had her third orgasm she let me up. She slipped back into her outfit and while I was getting dressed again, came over and pushed me against the wall.

"Next lesson," she said sneering at me. "Nothing gets said about this. Or you won't enjoy your next lesson at all." Her hand snaked down and she squeezed my balls tightly. "Understand?"

"Yes," I groaned. I'd do anything to get her to stop.

She leaned in and kissed me hard. "I think you have some serious potential with that mouth and tongue." She stroked my cock as it strained against the front of my pants. I thought for a moment she was going to make me cum in my pants. "I certainly think your cock has potential. I can't wait for more lessons."

She turned and left the room, leaving me standing there. I finished buckling my pants, got cleaned up a little in the restroom, and walked back to my office in total disbelief as to what happened. I didn't know if it was real or all just a dream.

*****

I had just sat down when I got a call from Mrs. Patterson, telling me to come into her office. I stood up and straightened my clothes, noticing the large wet spot on the collar and chest of my shirt. I had no idea how I was going to explain that one. Without a choice, I walked to Mrs. Patterson's office and knocked on the open door. She was sitting behind her desk going through some paperwork.

"Michael. Yes, please come in and close the door behind you," she said, looking up as I knocked on her open door.

I closed the door behind me and then approached one of the chairs in front of her desk.

"Would you mind... scratching my back?" she asked. She reached behind herself to scratch it, but I could tell she was having a hard time reaching some parts.

"Of course, Ms. Patterson," I said, stepping behind her desk as she leaned forward. I started scratching over her blouse as she directed me to specific spots. A few required me to try to work around her bra in order to reach them.

"Mmm... that feels so good, Michael," she moaned softly. "You're clearly... very good... with your hands."

"Anything I can do to help," I said, doing everything to please my new employer.

"Oh, thank you."

I continued to scratch her back as she asked me questions about my first day.

"Everything go well today?" she asked. "Any questions? Salary? Vacation? Timesheet?"

"Um... no... nothing I can think of."

"Any complaints? Everyone treating you well so far?"

My mind immediately went to Jessica and what she did to me. I had a feeling I should have said something. I knew what she did to me was wrong... even though I... well, even though I enjoyed it. "Yeah, everyone's treating me... well. I... I don't have any complaints."

"That's nice to hear. Did you get all your training completed this morning? Oh! Go down a little bit... a little more. Yeah... right there."

She was lightly squirming under me as I scratched in various spots she indicated. "Yes, Ma'am. It's all done."

"God, your hands are good. Even the harassment training? I know that one can be a bit long."

I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. I was starting to get a little excited, feeling her body moving in pleasure beneath my hands. Even though I was just scratching her back, it felt very intimate and sexual. "Yes, that one, too."

"Very good! Very good!" she said, sounding happy and a bit surprised. "I'm glad to hear it. I was told that Jessica took you around today and showed you a bit of what you'll be working on."

My mind flashed back to Jessica and what happened. It only made my erection harder. "Yes, she did," I admitted. "She showed me the router closet and some of the computer, um, infrastructure."

"I have to ask," she said as if there was something she knew that she had to verify. "I've been told that she can be a bit... aggressive. Especially with the interns. She didn't... harass you... in any way, did she? Just remember that what you tell me is held strictly confidential."

I thought back on my training and the definition of harassment. I could hear the female presenter in my head. 'Harassment is a behavior that creates an unpleasant or hostile situation for a person by uninvited and unwelcome verbal or physical conduct. Harassment demeans, humiliates, and intimidates a person.' That's what the training said at least. I focused on several very important words... like... unwelcome... and uninvited... and I had to admit that what I experienced wasn't unwelcome or uninvited. In fact... it was... very welcome.

"No... um... not at all," I said, shaking my head. "It was... fine."

"Ok, ok," she said, nodding, sitting back in her chair seeming pleased, obviously dismissing me back to the chairs in front of her desk. Then she stood and walked in front of her desk as she did when I interviewed. Her body was incredible and it was difficult to concentrate on what she was saying because of it. I found my mind wandering back to seeing Jessica, naked and sitting on my chest, her juicy pussy being so artfully teased by her own fingers as I stared helplessly.

"Why is your chest all wet?" she asked suddenly, surprising me.

"I... uh... spilled my drink." Whew... but I was such a bad liar. Mrs. Patterson looked at me suspiciously, but with a definite hint of teasing, as if she knew what had really happened.

"You wouldn't be hiding anything, now, would you Michael?" she teased.

"Uh... no...," I stammered, embarrassed to have been caught.

"Ok, ok," she said, nodding. "Well, I just wanted to let you know that we appreciate you being here and hope that you have a good experience with us for the next several months. Ms. Cartwright, Ms. Jackson, and I will all take you under our wings and help you in advancing your career. We do care about you. We care about all of our employees," she said, "but interns are... special. And need special care."

"Thank you," I smiled. It somehow felt like a very warm welcome.

"Oh... and... one more thing," she said, smiling deviously, licking her lips.

"Yes, Mrs. Patterson?" I asked, eager to please.

She paused, looking at me a second as if I was a prized piece of meat or something. "Can I... see your cock?" she asked, surprising me completely.

"I'm sorry... What?" I asked in shock. "Did you say you wanted to see my... cock?"

She nodded slowly as she pulled her skirt up a little to expose her frilly panties. "Yes... I want to see your cock. I'm married, but I do enjoy getting to play with a nice... young... hard... cock."

"Um... I..." I had no idea what to say.

"I have needs, Michael," she said, her fingers sliding inside her panties to play with her pussy while I helplessly watched. "So, let me see it."

I unhooked and unzipped my dress slacks and pushed them down, along with my boxers. My cock was getting very hard from just watching her masturbate.

"Oh," she whispered. "Oh, that's very nice. Will you stroke it for me, Michael?"

I took my shaft in my hand and started stroking it. It was already hard, almost completely erect, so it wasn't going to take much. And the pleasure was almost overwhelming. I really needed to cum.

"Stroke it nice and slow," she said as she sat back a little and masturbated while she watched me. Her fingers moved in a circle over her clit, occasionally plunging into her pussy. "Not too fast. I don't want you to cum. I just want to watch you stroke it."

"Uh," I moaned as the pleasure rolled over me. God, she was driving me insane just watching her.

"Oh yeah. Stroke it for me," she panted softly. "I love watching you do that."

Her fingers started moving faster and she used her other hand to pull her panties aside, freeing her first hand to be even more aggressive. She licked her lips as she watched my hand move up and down my shaft, and my eyes were on her pussy.

"Oh... yeah," she panted loudly, obviously getting close to her orgasm. "Oh fuck... mmm... oh... oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh!" Her hand moved faster and fast over her clit as her breathing intensified. Then she suddenly closed her eyes, her face contorting in pure pleasure as she came. "Oh God! Oh God!"

I was so close to my own orgasm, my hand moving faster up and down my shaft as I watched her cum right in front of me. But she seemed to quickly recover from her orgasm and stood in front of the desk, arranging her clothing.

"Thank you Michael," she said. "That will be all." She walked around and sat at her desk again, as if our meeting was concluded.

I stopped stroking my hard, hard cock and pulled up my boxers and pants, getting dressed again myself. Then I slowly walked to the door and opened it. When I looked back, Mrs. Patterson was on her computer again, typing, as if nothing had happened. I walked out the door and down the hall to Ms. Jackson's office to go home.

*****

"Michael, come in," Ms. Jackson said as she turned off her computer and started putting her papers into her briefcase. "Have a seat. How was your first day?"

"It was good," I nodded and smiled as I sat in one of her chairs. 'It was an awesome day!' I wanted to yell at the top of my lungs. My first day and I've already had some kind of sexual experience twice. How in the hell could it get any better than that? "I finished my computer training and Jessica showed me around."

"Good!" she smiled. "Yes, Jessica told me she showed you the router closet and taught you some stuff about working here. I hope that sinks in."

I nodded my head, agreeing that it would.

"We have forty-five computers installed here, in addition to your own," she said walking around her desk to stand right in front of me. "Your job here is to help keep them maintained and running smoothly at all times. I want all the girls here to be kept... very... happy. Do you understand?" She bent forward and put a hand on each arm rest, her face hovering just over mine. "You're my boy and how well you do your job directly reflects on me."

I licked my lips nervously and nodded my head. "I understand."

"And you will address me as Ms. Jackson or as Ma'am at all times," she said. "In fact, that should be the pattern for all of the women here."

"I understand, Ms. Jackson."

"Oooh... that sounds so nice coming from you," she said, standing up again. "Are you ready to go home?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I just need to grab my coat from my office."

And with that, we both packed up and walked out of the office together to drive to her home.

*****

"Well, I really do hope it's been a good day," Ms. Jackson said as we entered the house. She set her briefcase on the dining room table then led me into the living room. "Your first day of a real job."

"Yeah... it was good," I said, reflecting on the day once again. "Different than I expected."

Ms. Jackson sat on the couch as I still stood in the middle of the room. I was hoping to go down to my room and change, shower, and get started on my evening. But she was looking to talk before letting me go. "As you know, we take our interns under our wings and really make sure they are set for success. The future of our interns is very important to us. So, one of the things we have here at the Firm is something like a... a mentorship program. Something with a lot of... hands on... transfer of knowledge and skills."

"Ok," I nodded. "That sounds like a good idea."

"It will mean that you'll stay here with me, rather than going to the intern apartment. Will that work?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure," I replied quickly. I was starting to like my little apartment. And living with Ms. Jackson wasn't so bad at all.

"I thought that maybe we could meet together regularly after work... maybe once or twice a week... for an hour or so... and just go over things. Help you to not only do your job, but maybe learn... you know... some new skills. What do you say? Does that sound good to you?"

"Yeah, that sounds pretty awesome to me," I said, eager to learn more.

"Great!" she smiled. "We can start today, if that's ok. So why don't we go ahead and get started. And um, I know this might seem awkward, but I, uh... I find I get the best results when my intern is... let's say... naked."

Her hands started to creep up the front of her blouse, moving to the top button. "So, tell me... what is your number one job here at the Firm?"

I blinked, stunned, unable to believe that Ms. Jackson was asking the same question that Jessica had taught me to answer. I watched as she released the first button of her blouse, her hands moving to the second, exposing her frilly bra underneath. She was in on this, too?

"To... um," I gulped, feeling extremely nervous. I started sweating. "To keep the, um... pussy... happy and satisfied."

"That's right," she smiled deviously. "So maybe you can start by... taking your shirt off. I know it seems puzzling. But you'll just have to trust me here. Go ahead. Take your shirt off."

I unbuttoned my shirt as I watched her. Her hands were idly stroking her neck and upper chest, sometimes coming down to squeeze her breast through her shirt. I slid it down my arms and tossed it aside. Then grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head.

"Mmm.. that's nice," she moaned softly. "Oh, I like what I see so far. This is definitely a great start. You have a lot of potential."

"Thank you," I whispered. I didn't know what else to say.

"Thank you...?" she asked, obviously wanting me to say more.

"Thank you Ms. Jackson," I finished.

She smiled as if it really pleased her to hear me say it that way. "Why don't we move on to your pants now," she said, biting the tip of her finger.

"My... my pants?" I asked.

"That's right," she smiled, licking her lips. "Take your pants off. Don't forget who holds the keys to your future right now. We don't want this to get ugly. I say we do this as nice as possible. So... just take your pants off."

I blushed as I unfastened my pants and push them down and off.

"You have a very lovely body," she said, stroking her chest. Her hand slid underneath her blouse and caressed her breast over her frilly bra. "Do you like my body?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"Call me crazy, but I do think you've checked me out once or twice since you've been here," she said. "These things don't go unrecognized. You know, maybe I should just get a little more comfortable myself... let my hair down." She reached to the back of her head and pulled out a hair tie that held it in place, letting her hair cascade over her shoulders. "Mmm... that feels much better. Now, do you mind if I join you? I think I'm gonna, maybe start by taking my shirt off. Since that's how you started... it seems like a good idea."

She finished unbuttoning her blouse and let it slide off her arms. Her bra was definitely sexy. It was a dark purple, decorated with lace and satin. And her breasts behind were obviously held tightly in check.

"There," she said, sitting back in the couch. "That's right. Much better, don't you think."

"Yeah," I mumbled. I could feel my cock throbbing in my boxers, obviously tenting the front of the thin material, threatening to rip through it.

"Hmm," she giggled, staring at my crotch. "I do think you're starting to get turned on. Looks like your cock is getting bigger."

She sat up, on the edge of the couch again, just a couple feet away from me, looking at me like she wanted to devour me. "You know, maybe it would be better if we just released all this tension. What do you say? 'Cause I know that I might not be working to my true potential with you if I'm, oh, wondering what it would be like to watch you jerk that cock off."

I blushed again and looked down. God, the affect she had on me!

"I know, that was rather bold of me," she continued. "But really. I want to see you touch your cock."

I looked at her and realized she was serious. Very serious. I hooked my thumbs into the waist band of my boxers and took them off. Now I was standing in front of her, completely naked, with a hardon that wasn't going to let up any time soon. I grabbed my throbbing shaft and slowly stroked it, just like with Mrs. Patterson.

"Oh, that's good," Ms. Jackson moaned softly, staring at my cock. "That's really nice. Watching you jerk that cock off for me. Watching it grow... get harder. Watching your balls move while you stroke it."

Her hands roamed over her chest and neck for a moment, then settled on her breasts. She pulled the cups down, baring her breasts to me for the first time, then started rolling and tugging on her nipples. "Are you watching me pinch my nipples and play with my tits?"

I nodded, as if hypnotized, I'm sure.

"Oh, that's good," she moaned, watching me jerk off, tugging her nipples, pulling them away from her breast flesh. "Fuck yeah."

She looked at me and smiled as I blushed. The day today had been full of sexy, beautiful women, two in particular showing me their bodies. But I never had the chance to get off myself. And my body needed it, bad! That embarrassed me. How could I ever explain that to Ms. Jackson.

"You look nervous," she said softly. "You shouldn't be. I'm not going to tell anybody. This is going to be our little secret." She reached behind herself and unfastened her bra, then pulled it off her body. "It's going to be a good four months. Don't you think?"

See her naked body was really affecting me. My cock was rock hard as I continued stroking it.

"Yeah... keep jerking that cock off for me," she ordered. "I'm just going to finish getting more comfortable." She lay back on the couch and pulled her skirt up, exposing her sexy, dark purple panties. "Touch myself while I think of what jobs I'd like to have you do tonight." I watched as her fingers danced over her panties, pressing into her clit.

I jerked my cock while I watched her play with her breasts and reveled in the pleasure. God, after the day I'd had so far, it felt really good to touch my cock.

"Oh... give me a really good show right now," she said. "That's really good, yeah. Yeah, keep stroking that cock for me baby."

I watched as she hooked a finger into her panties and pulled them aside, exposing her beautiful pussy to me for the first time. She ran her fingers over it, lightly stroking herself. "Oh, look at that," she teased. "Have you been wondering what it was like under my skirt all this time?"

I nodded, not knowing what I could say.

"Yeah?" she asked, licking her lips. "Maybe as we're driving in the car... my legs parted... my skirt pulled up a bit. Do you ever feel your cock getting hard in your pants as you're thinking about my pussy? Maybe you think about seeing my ass as I'm bent over in that little skirt."

I gasped and stroked faster. She was turning me on so much.

"You don't think that I know what you're thinking?" she asked. "I know how boys your age think. You all look. You all wonder."

I didn't know how much longer I could keep standing there jerking off. I really needed to cum and I needed to sit down.

"That's right," she encouraged me. "Just keep stroking that cock for me. Mmm, let's take these off, shall we?" She hooked her fingers into the frilly material and pulled them down and off her legs, then dangled them in front of me, teasingly.

Then she casually tossed them aside and lay back again, both of her hands going to her pussy as she spread her legs wide apart. "Watching me spread my cunt open. God, that's so fucking good. Mmm... fuck. Yeah baby, right there. Just watching you stroke your cock is making me so goddamn fucking wet. Can you see? Can you see how wet you're making me?"

Her fingers were toying with her pussy, fingers circling her clit, other delving into her meaty wetness again and again.

"I was wondering... do you want to fuck me Michael?" she asked.

"Yes Ms. Jackson," I nodded quickly. I needed her pussy more than I needed my hand, that's for sure.

"Yeah?" she smiled deviously. "I was just thinking about putting that big cock right between my big titties. Would you do that for me?"

"Anything for you, Ms. Jackson." She urged me to move closer and I took the two steps towards her. I then dropped to my knees as she pointed to the ground. She put her hands under her breasts and lifted them up as she leaned closer. "Your tits look so fucking good," I said.

She cradled my head with one hand and pulled me into her breast, guiding her nipple right to my lips. I kissed and licked her breasts and nipples, enjoying myself as I worshiped her breasts. Her nipples were so hard and responsive and she moaned softly above me, urging me to do more. She guided first one breast to my mouth, then the other, making sure I gave both of them equal pleasure.

"Oh, I can't wait for you to fuck me," she said, reaching down between my legs and fondling my erection. "You're making my nipples so hard and my pussy tingle."

She turned my face upwards and kissed me, licking my lips and sliding her tongue into my mouth, passionately using my mouth as well.

"Let me see that fucking cock," she said and I sat back on my heels to give her a view. "Oh, it's so pretty." She lifted my arms, encouraging me to stand in front of her. My cock was hard and now even with her face. She put her hands on my hips, holding me in place as she opened her mouth and leaned forward, almost in slow motion, until she slid my cock into her mouth and sucked.

"Oh... fuck," I moaned. I certainly hadn't had much of any experience receiving a blowjob and couldn't believe how good it felt. Her mouth was so warm and wet.

"Mmm... mmm," she moaned as she enjoyed sucking on me. "You want to have my tits wrapped around your fucking cock?" When I nodded, she dribbled spit onto her chest, making sure it slid into the valley between her breasts. Then she leaned forward and slid my cock between them, pressing in on her breasts to apply pressure.

"Oh fuck... oh that fits just perfect, doesn't it," she said as she slid her breasts up and down, fucking my cock.

"Oh my God, yes," I moaned. This felt so good, so different than anything else I'd felt!

"Oh yeah... nice and slippery," she said, spitting on her chest once again. "Jerking you off with my big, fucking tits. This is what boys like you enjoy... big fucking mommy milkers."

She sat still for a moment and encouraged me to thrust my hips to fuck her tits. It looked amazing to watch the head of my cock peek out from between them before disappearing again and again.

"Fuck my titties," she moaned, looking up at me. "Yeah, feel them wrapped around your big fucking cock."

I thrust against her chest, again and again, loving the feel of her soft breasts rubbing against my shaft. It was... surreal. I never even knew this was a thing and it felt incredible.

Suddenly she released my cock and lay back again on the couch, spreading her legs wide apart. She pulled my hand, urging me to come closer. "I can't wait. I need you to eat my pussy," she said, breathing excitedly.

I bent down and started licking her pussy, sliding over and around her labia as Jessica had directed me.

"Oh fuck... yes!" she moaned. "My pussy is so wet for your fucking cock."

"Mmmm," I moaned, enjoying her taste as my tongue slid between her labia and slid all the way up to her clit. I stayed there licking rapidly across the sensitive nub.

"Oh fuck... oh my God, yes!" she moaned loudly. "Don't stop... right there... just like that."

She was undulating below me as I licked and then sucked on her clit. She was panting hard, getting more and more excited.

"Oh... fuck me!" she said loudly, grabbing me by the upper arms and pulling me up. "Now put that big fucking dick inside me and fuck me."

As I sat up on my knees, my cock was so perfectly lined up with her pussy. She reached down and grabbed my shaft, pulling and guiding it until I slid it inside her.

"Oh God yes!" she yelled. "Mmhmm! Fuck my tight little pussy. Oh yes! Fuck!"

I wasn't exactly a virgin, but I didn't have much experience at all. Her pussy gave me the best feeling that I'd ever had in my life. It was so warm and wet, squeezing me so wonderfully, so perfectly inviting, and I watched my cock disappear inside her all the way to my balls with each thrust.

With every stroke, I watched her tits bounce below me. I reached down and grabbed them, squeezing them and playing with her hard nipples.

"Oh... that feels so fucking good! Oh my God! God yes! Fuck!"

Suddenly I felt the oddest sensation. Her pussy was convulsing, squeezing my cock out. Her pussy flooded with juices, almost spraying them out onto my thighs. Her eyes opened wide along with her mouth in a silent scream and she blinked slowly. Her body started trembling, all her muscles tensing and releasing over and over as she came, letting out a guttural grunting sound.

"Oh my fucking God!" she said loudly as I pulled out of her pussy. She grabbed herself and played with her pussy a little as she sat up again. She grabbed my arms to make me stand once again and grabbed my hips. My cock was wet and shiny, bobbing right in front of her face once again.

"I need more dick," she panted, looking up at me. "Would that be ok? What if I just sucked your cock for a little bit.

Oh, it's gorgeous." She grabbed my cock in her hand and slowly stroked it before covering the head with her lips and sucking softly.

"Oh my God," I panted. "That feels so good."

"Good," she smiled. "It's such a nice dick. Mmm... sucking your cock is making me horny again." Suddenly she slid my cock to the back of her throat. The room was filled with the sounds of my dick in her throat.

GLUG, GLUG, GLUG.

"Oh, God!" I said, my eyes opening wide as I looked down at her. I'd never felt anything like it before. "That feels so fucking good."

When she pulled my cock free, her face was red and she was coughing and spitting, putting her spit back on to my cock as she stroked it.

"Oh fuck that's a nice cock," she said. "Let me do that again." Surprising me, she did it again. She slid me deep into her throat, making herself gag.

GLUG, GLUG, GLUG.

I closed my eyes and looked up at the ceiling. My cock felt such incredible pleasure and I knew I wouldn't last long if she kept that up. "Oh yes, yes, yes," I moaned.

She coughed and sputtered again when she released my cock from her mouth. "God, I just want more. I need you to blow a big, fat, fucking load all over my face. Can you do that, Michael? Can you make a mess of my face?"

My cock was loaded with her spit as she stroked it faster and faster, occasionally dropping down to suck on the head.

"Yeah... fuck yeah," she panted. I was sure she could feel me trembling, feel me getting close to my orgasm.

"Oh my God, yes, yes, yes. You're gonna make me cum," I panted. My legs were starting to get a little weak as I felt my cum boiling inside of me, threatening to blow at any second.

"Come on... I want a big, fat, fucking load." She stroked my cock and held her face right at the tip, aiming me right at her face.

"Oh shit... oh shit!" I yelled, suddenly feeling my cock give way. "Uh... uh," I grunted as I sprayed her face again and again with my cum. She kept stroking me, forcing more and more cum out of me.

"Oh, yes... yes!" she panted, obviously loving the feel of my warm spunk on her skin.

When I stopped spraying, she squeezed and pulled out the remaining so that it dribbled onto her waiting cheek. "Make sure I get every last drop. Mmm... tasty."

Finally, she let me go and sat back on the couch, smiling brightly. My cum was all over her face and she used a finger to both play with it and feed it to herself. "Oh, thank you... that's a great first session together," she said. "Now, go clean up. Dinner's in a hour."