The Applicant
I was sitting at my desk reading the resume of the next applicant, a
Ms. Erica Murphy, when the office door opened. Ushered in by my
secretary, who had an armful of papers, the tall woman was dressed in
a sharp, form fitting, black suit; her platinum blonde hair short and
spiked. "I'll be with you in a moment, Ms. Murphy, we're swamped
around here," I said, as she started signing the papers. The woman
smiled at me and nodded. My secretary motioned to a chair in front of
my desk and Ms. Murphy walked to the chair and sat down, placing her
briefcase on the floor beside her.
Detecting the pleasant scent of musk oil perfume, I glanced up from
the papers at Ms. Murphy and was surprised to see how intently she
was looking back at me, a slight smile that was also reflected in her
glittering, hazel-gold eyes. Giving the woman a slight smile in
return, I was amazed when she winked at me, then turned her head to
study the surroundings. A sudden rush of prickly heat surged through
my body and my nipples were tingling. "How odd," I thought as I
returned to the task at hand. There was always so much paperwork to
be reviewed...
A slight sound of movement caused me to glance over at Ms. Murphy,
who was again staring intently back at me and slowly crossing
exquisitely long legs which were beautifully sheathed in a pair of
real silk, black stockings. I was shocked to see the tip of a black
garter peeking out from her snug skirt. She didn't wink this time but
she stared directly into my eyes with the same, Mona Lisa smile on
her lips. I felt my pussy begin to throb and hoped the hardness of my
nipples wasn't visible to her or my hovering secretary, who would be
aghast if she could read my mind at the moment! But she was busy
shuffling through the stack of papers on my desk and hadn't
noticed any of the subtle exchanges between Ms. Murphy and myself.
I resumed signing the various papers but was acutely aware that my
cunt was very wet, my arousal growing with each moment. "It's that
damn Erica," I thought crankily, "she hasn't been online in TWO DAYS!
What the hell is going on with her...where the hell IS she! How dare
she keep me waiting like this!" Glancing over again at Ms. Murphy,
my eyes widened as I saw her leaning over towards the front of my desk
as she fumbled with something in her briefcase.
Her position caused the top of Ms. Murphy's emerald green silk
blouse to gape open, offering me a spectacular view of two firm,
grapefruit-sized breasts, lusciously round with nipples that were a bit puffy
and quite noticeably erect... Knowing I was staring but unable to
restrain myself, I realized I was becoming dangerously aroused. "My
God, are you out of your mind," I thought, my eyes still fixed on
her gorgeous breasts as "sexual harassment by lesbian supervisor"
headlines flashing through my reeling brain...
Ms Murphy suddenly looked up and caught me, her eyes locking on mine
with such unabashed directness that I gasped, immediately clearing
my throat in what I was fairly certain was an unsuccessful attempt to
cover my total lack of composure. With the same, slightly
provocative
smile playing on her sensuously curved lips, Ms. Murphy winked
again,
clearly enjoying the effect she was having on me.
I could never supervise this woman, I thought, nearly laughing out
loud at the position I found myself in. "That's it for now," I said
gruffly to my secretary, nearly panicking when I picked up the
papers and realized my hand was trembling as I held them out to her.
"Please be certain that I'm not disturbed during the interview, and I'll
finish with the paperwork later." Careful not to look in Ms.
Murphy's direction as I tried to imagine the serene, white sands of a
California beach to calm myself, I picked up Ms. Murphy's resume,
glancing through it again as my secretary left the windowless
office, closing the door behind her. Oh yes... I remembered, this is the
woman with a Master's degree in Medieval History... my thoughts
immediately drifted to the fiercely passionate embrace of Mistress
Erica, the misty meadows of Camelot and our medieval fantasy...
Stirring uncomfortably in my chair as my pussy again began to
pulsate... I felt a hot, stinging flush in my cheeks as I realized
Ms. Murphy was silently studying my face. Looking up from the resume
in my slightly trembling hand, I found myself again locked in the
clear, hazel gaze of Ms. Murphy and smiled with as much calmness as
I could feign under the circumstances.
"Well Ms. Murphy," I said in my most professional voice, "according
to your resume you don't have a lot of secretarial experience. Why
don't you tell me a bit about yourself and the skills you have to
offer this position..."
At that Ms. Murphy stood up and walked to the door, briefly turning
around and watching my face as she reached behind her back and,
quite unexpectedly, locked the door.
"What are you doing!" I asked sharply, standing up behind my desk
and feeling my pulse beginning to race.
"Sit down, my slut," Ms. Murphy said as she slowly walked towards
me... ERICA????? oh my God... it can't be, I thought in a panic,
sinking back down in my chair, my knees suddenly so weak I could no
longer stand, my heart pounding violently as I realized the woman
approaching me was my cyber lover, my Mistress...
"What are you DOING here?" I managed to gasp. "How did you find
me..." my body was trembling, and I gripped the edges of my desk
tightly to steady myself. "You have to get out of here NOW," I said
hoarsely, watching in horror and absolute fascination as you closed
in on me, kicking off your impossibly high heels and grabbing my
suit jacket, yanking it off me in one forceful motion. My heart stopped.
I couldn't take my eyes from the burning desire reflected in
yours...
"I have told you more then once that you belong to me, and I mean to
have you... now give me a kiss!"
"No, NO!! You cant be here!!!!", Crying out as I shook my head back
and forth. Saying nothing, you lean over me in my chair, an arm on
each side of me as you try to kiss you... ready to violently grab my
head with both hands to hold me still, but you have no problem,
for the moment I feel your passionate lips crushing hard against
mine all resistance crumbles as my hot, lusting desire for you overpowers
my common sense... returning your kiss with equal zeal, I feel our
raging hunger for one another in the probing thrusts of our tongues,
dancing and teasing and sliding in and out of one another's
mouths...
both of us gasping deeply for breath as we greedily devour one
another...
I feel your hands caressing my large breasts through the sheer
fabric of my blouse, pinching my nipples tightly, so crazed with desire
that I know you cannot help yourself when you tear off my blouse, ripping
it open to get at my titties.... my nipples so erect and aching need
to have your mouth possessing them that I can scarcely breathe...
"ahhhh my God," I groan, feeling the warm moistness of your mouth
nearing my breast...
"Oh baby I've dreamed about this for so long" you murmur tenderly,
kneeling in front of me and sucking my painfully stiff nipples,
first one, then the other, your hands squeezing both breasts as your mouth
voraciously suckles, more eager than a starving infant at its
mother's tit. "Call your secretary on the intercom," you gasp
between deep, sucking kisses that make my nipples jut straight out
searching for your mouth, "send her home...you are finished working
for today..."
Rising to your feet as you begin tearing off my clothes, I weakly
protest: "We can't do this," but my fingers are already punching the
buttons on my phone, hands trembling violently as I do as you told
me. I can scarcely speak, my mind barely functioning in the realm
where words are selected...wondering as we gaze at one another and I
hear my voice speaking miraculously calm instructions to my
secretary, what you are thinking, wondering how you see me now that
we are face to face... what is running through that beautiful head of
yours...