Confirmation 1

Tommy couldn't believe where he was, couldn't believe what was happening, couldn't believe his luck.

Shy but excited he was nineteen and inexperienced, standing in an office on the twenty sixth floor of a downtown office building with a petite blond secretary standing in front of him, both hands on his belt ready to strip him from the waist down.

Tommy had always been curious about sex and all he knew was what he had seen in the pages of girlie magazines. He was in the office of one of these publishers, having corresponded through the mail, interviewing for a male model position. Tommy was well endowed but, shy about his size, the only hands on experience he had was with his own.

The secretary before him was there to verify his size. She was oddly professional, kind, personable and unbelievably hot. She didn't seem to Tommy like the type to be working at such a place. She was young and beautiful, high cheek bones, just a hint of makeup, wearing a gray blazer with a matching skirt and a white blouse.

"I'm going to take down your pants," she said kneeling before him. "Is that alright?" Her voice was husky but matter of fact. A rush of excitement washed over him and he began to harden.

"Yes," Tom said nervously, his voice cracking slightly.

She unbuckled his belt and looked up at him as she popped the button on his jeans. Her hair was pulled back away from her face and her eyes were crystal blue. The top few buttons of her blouse were undone and he could see past her lacy bra to her cleavage. He caught just a hint of color between her breasts. A tattoo.

She grasped the zipper and looked up into Tommy's eyes. She let out a hiss of breath as she tugged slowly at his zipper. Tick, tick, tick, slowly pulling downward on the tab, never breaking eye contact. As each tooth of the zipper came apart his cock throbbed. It was the slowest unzipping of his life.

She tugged at his jeans and they dropped to his knees, then slid slower to his ankles. Looking in front of her she watched as he throbbed noticeably in his lily white BVDs. A wet spot had formed at the head of his cock. He was large and thick but she wanted to see it. It was her job and she was a faithful employee.

She reached up to his waist band. She looked up into Tommy's eyes again, her tongue at the corner of her mouth as she tugged slowly at his underpants, his growing slowing the process.

She looked back at her work. His neat curly pubic hair appeared first, then the top of his penis. She scooted back and with a big tug his erection sprang out. He was the thick eight inches he has claimed.

She stood and looked Tommy in the eyes. She stepped close and kissed him on the cheek, then wrapped the fingers of her right hand around his cock. She tugged back and forth on it a few times. It was warm and soft. Tommy let out a groan.

"Would you like me to continue?" she whispered in her husky voice.

"No," he stammered. Then, "Yes. Please."

She smiled warmly and drew closer to him, her breasts pressed tightly against his arm. As if her manual manipulations were not enough already her perfume, a mix of her scent and Obsession, intoxicated him.

She squeezed and pulled forward on his cock, milking him. She rubbed the palm of her hand over his cock head, lubricating it with his precum, then resumed her stroking, looking back into his eyes.

Tommy was overwhelmed. This was the closest he had ever been to a woman. He could feel her breath on his cheek, she breathing nearly as fast as he. Her stroking continued, not hard, not soft, just right.

"I," he said, then exploded. His ejaculate shot across the room, nearly hitting Ken's desk.

The secretary gave out a startled yet pleased gasp and jumped a little. He just kept cumming and cumming. She continued stroking, getting every drop from him, until Tommy's knees went weak and he fell back onto the lounge chair behind him.

She stood and went to the wet bar beside the couch, wet and retrieved a towel. She wiped her hands then came to the chair and knelt between Tommy's legs.

His cock remained hard and she delicately cleaned him up with the moist towel, Tommy twitching at her touch. A glob of his cum sat poised on his knee. She swabbed it off with her index finger and brought it up to her nose. Eyes locked on Tommy's she inhaled deeply the scent of his semen then opened her mouth and licked the cum from off her finger.

"Mmmmmmm," she purred. "Delicious." Tommy was in heaven.

She stood and putting her hands on the arms of the chair she leaned in to him and kissed his cheek.

"I hope you'll accept the job," she suggested. "You're special, you know." She winked and left the room.

He didn't even get her name.