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As the talk went, I noticed a slight change in his mood. His gaze wandered over my body. “You have an impressive resume, Ms. Celeste,” he stated, reclining back in his chair. “But I must admit, I have a unique proposition for you.” My interest piqued as he said, “I seek an assistant who can handle not only the typical administrative tasks but also… let’s say, special requests.” I lifted an eyebrow, fascinated yet apprehensive. “Special requests?” I repeated, my voice tinged with apprehension. “Indeed. I have a certain… I enjoy blow jobs, and I feel you have the abilities to complete them.”
My professional ethics collide with the appealing offer. “What… exactly would these ‘special requests’ entail, Mr. Green?” I asked. “I need an assistant who can provide oral satisfaction,” he murmured, sending a chill down my spine. “You would be expected to pleasure me whenever the need arises.” The prospect of surrendering to this powerful guy, of using my lips to bring him pleasure, was both exciting and scary. “And what… benefits would I receive in return?” I managed to ask, just above a whisper. Mr. Green smiled wider. “Oh, the rewards are substantial.” Of course, there will be a nice income and other benefits. But most importantly, you’ll be able to learn from one of the finest in the business.” He wanted this Asian college slut to give him everything he desired.
“I… I accept your offer, Mr. Green,” His eyes shone with excitement. “Great decision, Ms. Celeste. I guarantee you that you will not be disappointed. Mr. Green was a hard yet compassionate teacher who instructed me on many facets of the work. However, it was during our private sessions that he actually seized charge. One afternoon, we were in his private office, with the door firmly secured. “Give me a blow job, Celeste.” I gazed up at him, catching his earnest stare. His hands softly cradled my chin, causing my head to tilt back slightly. “Suck me, and do it well,” he muttered. I moved closer and brushed my lips on the bulge in his trousers. I felt his erection, stiff and throbbing, straining against his work pants.
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“Oh, you’re doing so good,” he said, his breath coming in quick spurts. “Keep going, my little whore.” With this in mind, I stepped up my efforts, my lips working fiercely. Soon, I felt his balls tighten, indicating his approaching release. With a final, hard thrust, he burst in my mouth, sending hot cum down my throat. I swallowed, relishing the flavor of his essence, my body quivering from the intensity of the situation. He kept my head still, his cock jerking as he discharged himself into my hungry lips. “Excellent work, Ms. Celeste,” he panted, his eyes shining with pride. “You’ve proven your worth as my blow job phone sex assistant.”
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