The alarm went off but she was already awake, nervously anticipating her first day at work. She'd been shopping on Saturday and bought some new work clothes. A smart business suit - skirt and jacket - that fitted her curves nicely. Some silk blouses and a trip to her favourite lingerie shop where she'd bought several matching silk pantie and bra sets. Different colours for different days of the week, she decided. Some nice stockings too. Hold ups were her preferred option and she chose several black pairs and others to match the lingerie.
After her shower, she was feeling particularly horny. She had rubbed herself a little and brushed against her nipples as the hot water cascaded over her, but it wasn't satisfying. It wasn't the same as having a man do it for her. She was basically sex-starved. She hadn't been fucked for three weeks, since her interview with Mr Smith in early August, and it was 1st of September now. She hadn't been able to start her new job straight away as Mr Smith had been away for a few weeks. She began fantasising about having a nice stiff cock to play with or a wet tongue on her pussy...
No! She had to put those thoughts aside and concentrate on her new job.... maybe she could go out on Friday night with some friends and see who they could pick up. She got dressed for work and on a whim decided to go to work without panties on.
9.00
"Welcome to your new job, Miss Jones. Here's your desk outside my office. The main roles are managing my diary, meeting and greeting any clients, playing hostess in a way. By the way you are looking fabulous! Been shopping? Good!
I like plenty of coffee in the mornings. Keep them coming fairly often. There's not too much on today but tomorrow's busy so we need to prepare. Give yourself an hour to familiarise yourself with the people I'm meeting tomorrow and we'll have a chat at ten. Okay?"
10.00
"Coffee, Mr Smith? You said we'd have a chat later."
A chat? She needed more than a chat. She needed a fuck. A stiff cock. Ever since she started at 9, she had been fantasising about him. He looked like he'd been on holiday since their last "encounter", he looked slim and attractive and, well, very fuckable. If she had worn panties then they would have been wet already.
"Thank you, Miss Jones. You make excellent coffee - do have a seat."
He was looking through some papers as she sat the other side of his desk and there was quiet for a moment or two.
"Is there anything else I can get, Mr Smith? Biscuits, or, er, ..."
She left her sentence incomplete.
"Since you mention it, yes, there is something else. I'm feeling a little tense this morning..."
"What do you think would be the best way to relieve your tension, Mr Smith? I'm sure there's something I could do for you..."
As she spoke she was already moving round to his side of the desk, rotating his swivel chair to the side, kneeling in front of him, loosening his trousers. the moment she looked at his crotch she knew he was stiff and wearing no pants either. Within a few seconds she had his cock out.