Bedtime Reads For The Horny

“So you have just finished at university?”

“Yes.” No matter how hard I try, I cannot take my eyes off the immaculately suited woman sat in front of me. Slight build, I would say, perhaps long legs to match her cuffed toned arms – I cant tell as the front of the desk reaches the floor. She’s one attractive woman.

“Did you enjoy it? Are you a social person? Out all night partying with your peers?!” She tips her head back laughing. I imagine what it would be like if her hair were not tied so tightly in that chignon style at the back, but instead tumbling down her spine.

“If I’m honest, I kept myself to myself really. I like my own company. I went there to get my degree and concentrated on that. Went out a few times but those times weren’t really my type of thing.”

“Fair enough. An okay grade, 2:1 in marketing and advertising.” She didn’t appear impressed. That doesn’t bode well for me. God, I wish she’d stop looking at me through those black rimmed glasses. Her blue eyes are doing things to me that shouldn’t be happening in this scenario.

“Yes. I did the best I could, bearing in mind the world was mid-pandemic for most of it… Not that that should be an excuse, of course.” I gaze up briefly fixated on the heaving chest firmly buttoned into her white blouse, before remembering where I was.

“Well recovered! I see you have a brain on you. I wouldn’t worry too much about the grade. I started with nothing and built this magazine up to what it is now. I own three houses abroad, plus a mansion in the suburbs of the city as well as the one I live in now. If you have the right mindset, you can achieve anything – if you are willing to start from the bottom and work your way up – if you know what I mean?”

Did Suzannah Menzies wink at me then? THE Suzannah Menzies of the Menzies Magazine Corporation? Why would she wink at me?

“I read the article on you, on the company website. It’s very impressive, what you have created here in the past five years. ‘Top Shelf’ magazine of the year, annually, since first published. I would love to be part of your team.” Jesus, stop staring so intently at me. My cock is twitching like mad here!

“Would you? So you have applied for one of the under-desk PL positions. Do you like licking pussy that much or are you more of a cock guy? We cater for all types.”

“Say what? Did I just hear you correctly? Licking pussy?” My cock twinges, hardening slightly. This day may be going better than I thought.

“Is that not the role you have applied for? Let me just check.” Suzannah looks at my application form once again. “You are Jonathan Trancher, is that right?”

“Yes. Your secretary confirmed that when I first arrived.” I cross my legs, conscious that the firming up going on right now is probably quite noticeable. My newly acquired trouser suit, borrowed from my flat mate for the interview, being a few sizes too small.

“If that is the case, then you did apply for the under-desk PL position. I actually have four of the positions available, although I’ll be honest with you, I think they may be filled by the applicants from this morning. Two on this floor and two on different lower levels - Depending upon how good you are. In return, we will train you to be the best in your chosen career path here at ‘Oral Delights’ magazine headquarters.”

The thoughts going through my mind right now are of confusion, some excitement, and visions of what my mother would say – if she were still around. Am I even in with a fighting chance of securing one of these jobs if she has already filled them? Was she just winding me up?

Suzannah continues…

“Do you want me to explain more about the role right now or do you have any questions?”

A perfect toothed smile appears from her equally perfect mouth. I would like to have those lips sucking my head right now, but I need to concentrate. She wouldn’t be interested in me anyway, a geeky, no friends kind of lanky kid from the rough side of town. She’s also at least ten years older than me and probably has a super-rich husband floating around somewhere.

“Could you explain what I’d be expected to do in a normal day? The job description was slightly vague. I presume I’d be under a supervisor or manager in a trainee or under-graduate kind of role, getting to know the ropes of the business?”

I try to sound interested but there’s a little disappointment creeping in that I have not a hope in hell's chance of working here.

Admittedly it was the last option I had before having to crawl back to dad’s due to lack of money, but the salary offered was too good to ignore and perhaps in my ignorance, I presumed that the embarrassment of working for a porn magazine would put the majority of people off from applying.

“Maybe you will get to ‘know the ropes’!” She laughs at me once again. Did I miss something?

“See everyone out there?” Her bare arm points out to the open-plan office behind the glass wall of her room. I’m distracted by how delicate her wrist appears under the mega-bucks gold watch strap.

“I do. They all look like they’re very busy. I like the size of the workstations. Plenty of space and a good height too.”

“They all have an under-desk PL. It helps them with their daily workload and also allows them to relax whilst they work. I have found it is the best way of keeping staff happy and instead of going elsewhere, they stay employed here. Not one member has left of their own accord since I took over from my father.

The positions I have available are all new. As the PL’s learn their roles, they move up the different floors and in turn, the level of staff member they work for.”

I take a better look but cannot see anyone even slightly resembling a newbie wandering around looking like they don’t know what they are doing – which is how I imagine I’d look if I were out there. Maybe they are in another office perhaps.

I turn back to Suzannah, just as the intercom on her phone buzzes.

“Excuse me. I need to take this.” She presses the large answer button with her red polished fingernail, “Yes Laura. What is it?”

“Sorry Suzannah. It’s Kate. She can no longer be your PL…” Silence comes from in front of me. “Suzannah?”

With a loud sigh, Suzannah looks at me. “This could be your lucky day Jonathan Trancher. I hope you are good. Laura, send Kate the largest of bouquets and tell her I am sorry, but I did pre-warn her. Don’t take any rubbish about what she will do now etc. She was on a bloody good wage!”

“Yes. Suzannah. I’ll do it right now.” The call ends.

Looking back at me with those blue eyes once more, Suzannah starts tapping the desk in a frustrated manner. “Nature of the job. I told her not to get emotionally attached. I don’t do emotion. Right. Any questions before you start?”

Taken slightly off guard by the development, I uncross my legs and lean forward. “Have I got a job? Are you offering me one of the roles?”

“Keep up Trancher. Did you not just see what happened?”

“Well, yes, sort of. Just one question I suppose.”

“Come on. I haven’t all day. What is it?” I sense the loss of “Kate” has either annoyed the boss or she is upset. Hard to tell.

“What does an under-desk PL do exactly?” I tentatively ask.

“Sit’s under the desk and pussy licks of course. What else did you think it was?!”

My cock fights against the material trapping it against my thigh. The burn on my face must be heating the room.

“When do I start?” I hear myself ask.

“What plans do you have for the rest of the afternoon?”

“I didn’t know how long the interview would take and took the precaution of not making further arrangements with my time.”

“Perfect.” Suzannah presses the intercom again. “Laura. Shut the blinds. Trancher will be completing the second part of the interview now.”

“Done Suzannah. Good luck.”

With a whirring of mechanics, the heavy blinds draw closed behind me with a loud snap as they seal together. Things are getting interesting now.

Suzannah rises from her desk. My eyes take in the legs that truly go on forever, from the black five inch stilettos with the golden buckles, up the oiled calves and onwards towards the pink hem of her skirt. The flared material moves as she walks towards me. Is she really coming right to me?

“Let’s see what you’ve got Trancher.” Her hand lands straight into my lap. My cock, rock solid under her fingers. “Just as I thought. That’s the reaction I was hoping for.”

“Um… that’s good… isn’t it?” Unsure of what’s happening but not being one willing to turn down an opportunity like this, I look up. My face, now level with the buttons on her blouse: I can smell the sweet scent of her skin.

“If you would like to go around to the other side of the desk and position yourself, I will be there shortly.”

“Where do I sit? There’s only one seat.”

“Trancher! Think for yourself. You have this one chance to become my own personal PL. Don’t screw it up.”

Fuck! This is actually happening. I quickly stand and go around the largest desk I have ever seen. Remembering what was said earlier I peer underneath. To one side a small shelf unit with bottled water, a small bowl of mints, a box of pain killers and a packet of wipes. To the other, a cabinet with closed doors, labelled “Kit only.” In the middle, a large, soft cushion.

I crawl in and position myself, not really knowing what to expect. Facing forward, my eyes adjust to the semi-darkness I now find myself in. My legs, already fighting the urge to straighten, rather than being tucked beneath me, distract from Suzannah’s return. I need to keep moving my feet or they’ll go numb.

“You’re quite tall aren’t you? Kate was not. I can amend the seating arrangement if you are successful.”

Well that would be handy. However, right now, I just need to compose myself for whatever I’m about to be asked to do.

“Right. Now. Rules. 1) Call me Ma’am 2) Obey all instructions and do not deviate. 2) Keep your cock in your trousers – no matter how uncomfortable for you. 3) You can take your shoes off. 4) Whatever happens in this room doesn’t leave this room. 5) No speaking. You perform in silence. I cannot have you moaning and groaning whilst I am working. 6) Do not fall in love. I will not be loving you. This is purely professional. 7) Wash your mouth out when required. 8) Painkillers are there for your use whilst your jaw adjusts. 9) Kit is for my pleasure not yours 10) I can’t remember right now. Got it?”

“Yes,”

“Yes Ma’am, Trancher!” Her hand raises towards me but quickly lowers. “Perhaps later.”

“Shit! I mean Yes, Ma’am.” This has turned quickly. My trousers, pulled so tight around my erect cock, feels surprisingly good. If I last this out only today, it will be something to tell my roommate about, if nothing else.

“Let’s begin.” Suzannah settles back into her office chair. “Let me get this at the right level for you.” With one hand using the height adjuster paddle, she places her other on my face. The seat raises until I am eye level with her knees.

“Have a mint. Suck on it whilst I sort myself. And wait for my next instruction.”

Not saying a word, I take a sweet and place it on my tongue. The freshness clears my sinuses, but I feel that is not the reason for the instruction.

I watch as Suzannah shuffles forward, lifting her skirt as she does. My mouth begins to water from the mint or is it the sight of her thighs parting widely as she places her heels either side of the chair revealing her waxed pussy.

I wait for Suzannah’s next words.

“Lick me clean Trancher. Lick me deep. Lick me until I tell you to stop.” Her hands, either side of my face, pull me towards her. There’s no going back now.

She smells divine. A mixture of body wash and bodily warmth. The tip of my tongue touches her skin. I’ll just gently lick I think. Am I allowed to suck? She didn’t say suck. What was it again… lick me clean, lick me deep, lick me until I tell you to stop. Here goes nothing…

My tongue, tingling with the menthol oils from the sweet, searches for the folds of her lips. I hear a gasp. The mint must be working it’s coolness on her swollen flesh. As I part her, I can taste the juices already coming from her glistening clit. Fuck, she tastes good. I already want to suck but that’s not the instruction. I concentrate harder, parting her lips further as my tongue digs deeper and lower and back to her clit. Plump and moist, I place my mouth over it and without thinking murmur with contented bliss as I unzip my fly, grabbing hold of my cock with my hand.

Suddenly, a sharp sting to my cheek and a “No sucking! Not yet.” command comes my way.

Taken aback, I remember my instructions and angrily push my tongue deep into her. She wants deep. She’ll get fucking deep. Not only are my legs and torso long, my thick, fat, tongue happens to be longer and wider than average too – this won’t be the first time a woman’s been taken by surprise, because of it.

Another gasp from Suzannah as my tongue pushes past her inner lips time and time again and deep within her sodden pussy. I may not have a lot of cock-in-pussy experience, but oral is my speciality. Why won’t she let me suck her? I want to suck her.

Fuck it! I envelop her clit with my lips. I suck on it hard, pulling it into my mouth working my tongue on the bud as the tug strengthens. She’s shoving my shoulders with her hands, pushing me from her craving gape, but I’m not going to let her have her way . I hear her protests but hell, if she thinks she can hold all the commands, she’s very, very wrong.

I release the pressure from her clit and ram my fist into her. Pumping her hard I suck again and feel her muscles tighten around me.

“Don’t you come yet Ma’am.” I sarcastically say. “My turn to call the shots.”

“It’s doesn’t work that way Trancher!” Suzannah breathlessly hisses back.

“You want me to stop, do you Ma’am?”

“Yes! Yes! I instruct. You obey. What did you not understand?”

“Do you not like my fist doing this to you?” Ramming further into her than before, she grabs my hair hard, yanking it almost from my scalp.

“Stop it right now Trancher! Right now!”

Watching her squirm as one hand works her, I masturbate my cock with the other. The pre-cum oozing, making the foreskin move easily over the hardened shaft.

I want to take her. Will she let me? I want to shove my cock deep between her legs. I want the warm and sodden pussy in front of me taking all of me whilst her long, luscious legs wrap around my neck pulling me further in between her swollen lips.

Using all my strength, I shove the chair forward, myself falling towards the floor as I do so. It’s taken “Ma’am” by surprise. She tries to regain control by reaching for the desk edge to get back into position.

“No. You do as I want, now Ma’am. I’m going to take you with my throbbing cock before I explode.”

“That’s not one of the rules Trancher!”

I’m now standing above her, between her legs. I could easily take her in this position, but I have another plan.

“Stand up Ma’am”

“Stop being sarcastic Trancher. This is my office and I make the rules.”

Grabbing her wrists I pull her up out the chair, spinning her over the desk.

“If you’re going to fight me, fight this!” I shove my hand into her wet, juicy pussy, ready to take her from behind.

“You can’t do this!” Suzannah reaches for the intercom but misses, “This is against office policy!”

My cock plunges in, “Too late bitch!” I thrust, forcing her body further over the desk, her stiletto heels digging into the mat as she regains her balance, narrowly missing my feet.

It feels good. It’s been so long since the last time I was able to do this to someone. Holding her waist and yanking her arse against me, I ignore her constant whines and complaints. She started this after all.

As I feel myself ready to climax, I reach around her front, ripping her buttons from the crisp cotton blouse she wears. I clasp her breasts firmly, pinching her nipples hard between my fingers, feeling her squirm as I release into her.

“Trancher! What the hell are you doing?! What have you done to me?!”

Looking at the fucked pussy, dripping my load, I reply “Next time wife, perhaps we should make the rules clearer.”

The End