Summer Interns Ch. 01

Amos knocked on his boss's office door. He heard a muffled reply, turned the latch and walked in. The boss was seated in a chair in the middle of his office. His hands were tangled in the straight blonde hair of the bobbing head, obscuring Amos's view of the chief's crotch. It did not obscure Amos' view of the boss's bare knees and hairy calves, his pants and shorts pooled at his ankles above his shoes.

The hair owner's ass rested on her high heels; the round flesh still covered tightly by the powder blue skirt of her businesswoman suit. The jacket hung from her shoulders, the front panels wavering beneath her arms with her motions, obviously unbuttoned. Her hands were braced out of sight, probably on his naked thighs.

She faltered at her perception of the intrusion on the office tryst. The boss forced himself deeper in her mouth and admonished her hesitation.

"Come now, Lindsey, I didn't tell you to stop. And the 'come now' wasn't my permission for you to 'cum now'. Just a turn of phrase. Your time will come soon."

Lindsey continued her fellatio without further prompting. The boss took her talents in stride as he multitasked: business and pleasure.

"So, Amos, what's up?"

"Not much, Roger. Just wanted to check on the Smith case. So, this is the new intern, heh? How is she?"

Roger looked down on the girl sucking his cock. He lightened his hold on her head and let her perform her task at will.

He could see her look of concentration in the crystal blue eyes, a little teary with the efforts to push the boss's large genital muscle past her tonsils. Her open jacket framed her jiggling nubile tits, an added attraction to his growing arousal.

"A little rusty on blowjob skills; needs to use more tongue. But she'll learn with lots of practice."

Amos saw his presence might be a distraction, so he turned to leave.

"Come by later, Amos. We'll discuss that case."

Roger watched his associate exit and returned his full attention to his new intern's on-boarding orientation.

His hands left her head and dropped lower to fluff her right-sized boobs. She stuttered one stroke in her oral caresses, but didn't fully stop.

'She's a keeper' he thought.

His fingers gripped her nipples, pinching to take hold. He pulled upward on her tits, gently but firmly to assert his control.

"Up, up, little girl. I promised you a cum. I intend to keep my word.

She lifted her face off his cock. The thick wet appendage sagged in front of her. She tightened her abs and levered her legs to lift her ass off her heels, following his nipple-captured command to rise. He kept drawing upward, only as fast as she could move into his intended new position. But first, a little inspection was in order.

She was standing attentively in her heels in front of his seated body. The open jacket draped the outside of her boobs, level with his seated gaze. The medium sized nipples, beaded from his pinching, were naturally two-toned pink. The lighter shades complimented her pale skin and platinum hair, legacies of her Nordic heritage.

He was pleased that she had arrived on her first day without a bra. It had been her choice, of course.

Lindsey recalled that the nice lady in HR who coordinated her internship had nonchalantly stated the voluntary condition. She hadn't noticed that braless requirement in the stack of paperwork she had hurriedly scanned and signed: tax forms, non-competes, NDAs and corporate policies, including dress codes. Compliant decorum was a must for this lucrative posting at the high caliber consulting firm.

"Shimmy for me, Lindsey."

She waggled her shoulders, setting her firm mammary masses slightly jiggling. He felt a throb in his erection, still substantial after the oral foreplay. Time to move things along.

He raised the hem of her snug skirt, revealing her bare thighs. They were fleshy in a nice way, a promise of comfortable softness when a man's hips were wedged between them.

But when he lifted her skirt higher, he was miffed at the sight of white nylon panties covering her cunt. One hand released the hem and hauled back to put a solid smack on her ass cheek. His voice evoked consternation at the discovery.

"What's this?! Panties?"

He looked up at her face which now had a look of alarm.

"I was told about the no-bra rule but nobody said there was a 'no panties' rule."

Roger leaned back, fumbling behind him to feel around his desktop until he found what he wanted. A pair of scissors appeared in his hand and he pulled aside the hip strap of her bottom undergarment. A snip here and a snip there freed the fabric. He yanked away the offending cloth and tossed it away.

He could smell her vaginal scent, the carnal perfume of arousal. She was acceding to the unfolding situation, even enjoying the physical attention she was receiving from a top manager at her desired employment. Roger had seen this before and knew how to proceed.

He fingered her pussy, flicking her clit. Her body trembled at that intense stimulation. He left off the more intense foreplay and resumed a gentle rubbing of her pink inner labia folds. The tremble eased and a moan escaped her lips. She was ripe and ready and so was he.

The height was perfect; his seated groin was level with hers. He gripped her hips and drew her closer, touching his knees together, forming a shelf with his thighs. She straddled them and rested her ass there. Her heels were planted either side and that would give her brace and stability during their looming seated cowgirl fuck.

She wasn't inexperienced with this pose. Campus teachers had assumed it during 'office hours'. She tilted his erection up against his belly and tented it with her wet nether lips. The slithering motions ran from next to his balls to the tip of his dick, adding an extra wiggle on the corona vee. Each time she worked there, a guttural throat growl emerged from the company executive. She must be doing it right, something he liked. Maybe he would like the next step more.

She used her braced heels and thighs to lift her ass and captured his tip with her pussy. A few small wiggles had him positioned at her warm wet lower opening. She carefully pushed and took him in an inch at a time. She felt the stretch in her cunt as he moved deeper. She tilted her body forward to ease the entry and her nipples eventually contacted his chest.

He was very deep inside, and she circled his neck with her forearms as she pushed down on the last bit of cock to plant him completely. Her clit was pressed hard on his pubic mound.

She became a cacophony of motions: up and down on his rigid cock, squashing and rolling her boobs against his body, her hand fingering the short hairs at the base of his scalp. Roger reveled in the eagerness that Lindsey exhibited, using her body to stimulate his many erogenous spots. The physical incitement was wonderful but his ego soared as he perceived that she was so enthusiastic about effecting his pleasure.

Lindsey did want her boss to find his pleasure with her body. But it wasn't only one way. The foreplay, the touching, his masterful manhandling and her clitoral compressions during the deepest thrusts all combined to ignite her desires as well. She was feeling the warm tingles in her groin and the heady blush of whole-body arousal. She didn't want to peak before her sex mate but it was becoming harder and harder to hold back.

Just when she thought her control would fail, she heard his gusty breaths quicken. It was her cue to go all in. She ramped up her strokes, twerking her ass, planting her boobs firmly against him, fingering his neck and moving her lips to his ear. She bit his earlobe and then poked her tongue into his ear canal.

His body convulsed and cried out; she felt the warm flood fill her deepest vaginal recesses. He was bucking his hips, urging his balls to expel the mighty volume of sperm that had been bottled up since his last intern orientation a day ago.

She let herself go when he did and Roger felt her cunt muscle compressions rhythmically fly up and down his embedded shaft. Her lips at his ear unleashed her call of delight as she vibrated in his arms.

They jittered together for a long moment, slowly revving down to an electric post-coital buzz. The lusty smell of sex and perspiration flitted in their nostrils. Roger was collapsed back in his chair; Lindsey was collapsed atop his semi-reclining body, pegged for the moment by his slowly shrinking erection. Roger found enough clarity to nuzzle her neck as he recovered. He found the words she longed to hear.

"Welcome to the company, Lindsey. You have passed your orientation exam."