The New Aide’s First Day SeXStoRY

Being a hot summer day, Meredith wore a white singlet with green ankle-length peasant skirt to work, and not to scandalise the geriatric faculty, she wore a sheer green blouse over her singlet; which was a good thing, since she had decided not to wear any bra or panties on her first day at work, because she was hell-bent on seducing Mr T. on the first day being his aide. This position (pun intended) was highly recommended by Meredith’s friend who worked with Mr T. for 12 months. This friend had had to move away to a more lucrative position with another university in a different state. She was quite regretful at having to leave Mr T., but her loss is Meredith’s gain. She had heard a lot about Mr T., applied for the position and amazingly got the job after her interview, and she looked forward to getting to know him very well in the coming weeks. Meredith lugged her stuff towards the outer sanctum of Mr T.’s office. She got there early to have her things organised before Mr T. show up. Unlocking the inner office, she carried Mr T.’s coffee inside the insulated mug and placed it on the big oak desk facing the door. With her back towards the door, and busy organising his slightly cluttered desk, Meredith did not hear the soft footsteps on the carpeted floor. Leaning on the desk, Meredith’s buttock presented a tantalising picture to the person standing in the doorway. Some noise from behind must have alerted her to the presence of someone else in the office, she stood up and turned around to see Mr T. standing in the door way, smiling in welcome. ‘Morning, Mr T.,’ Meredith greeted chirpily. ‘Good morning, Meredith,’ Mr T. returned warmly. ‘How are you, Mr T?’ Meredith stuck out her hand. ‘Good this morning,’ Mr T. replied, and chuckled throatily, shook her hand with warmth. ‘Ready for your first day with me, I hope.’ Meredith nodded, adding, ‘I’ve got your coffee here, and I was just about to arrange your desk…’ but didn’t finish, as she watched Mr T. moved behind his desk. ‘It’s alright, Meredith, I’m heading out in a minute.’ ‘Oh, um, here’s your coffee,’ she handed the insulated mug to Mr T. Mr T. grabbed it, said thanks quickly and left the office to head off to his first class of the day. ‘Dang, have I just fucked up my first chance?’ Meredith asked herself. ‘Oh well, I still have the whole day.’ The day flew by in a flurry of activities, so much so that Meredith did not realise it was almost the end of the day and she had forgotten to get lunch. As the late afternoon slowed down to a hum, she snatched a few minutes to run to the vending machines; grabbed a sandwich, a drink, and ran back to the office. As the last mouthful was consumed, Mr T. briskly walked in and appeared not to have noticed her in the outer office. Meredith choked on her sandwich, but washed it down with the bottled ice tea, as she rushed into the inner office behind Mr T., notepad at the ready, and closed the door behind her. Tucking her blonde hair behind her ears, she moved to stand behind one of the twin chairs in front of his large oak desk, getting ready to short-hand Mr T.’s requirements for the next day. ‘This is about as unsexy as the day gets,’ thought Meredith to herself with chagrin. As Mr T. rattled off instructions, Meredith quickly slipped off her sheer blouse with the pencil clamped between her teeth, dropped the top on the back of one of the chairs and continued jotting down notes. The inner office is well air-conditioned, and pretty soon, goose pimples began to appear on her arms, and her pink nipples hardened, poking at her white singlet. Oblivious to her attention- seeking nipples, Amy continued writing the notes, eyes down on her notepad. Mr T. however, did noticed and lost his train of thoughts for a few seconds, which gave Meredith a chance to catch up with her short-hand. Mr T. gulped some saliva, and continued with his dictation, but all of a sudden he stopped. She looked up from her notebook, and saw Mr T. staring intently at her chest. Without hesitation, Meredith placed the notepad and pencil on his desk, pulled her white singlet off, and threw it on the floor; shimmied her peasant skirt off and in seconds, she was standing nude inside Mr T. office facing him in the cold room. Nothing stirred except of the sound of the central air, and the sound of their breathing as it got heavier with both their arousals. Meredith grabbed one of the chairs, plonked her tush on the chair, spread her thighs wide, her waxed vulva peeled back and opened up like a blossom to the sun. ‘Mmmm, Mr T, please,’ she begged, as her fingers teased her clit, her green eyes begged him, her body yearned for his touch. Mr T. got up quickly from his chair and stood between her creamy white thighs. He undid his trousers and took his hard cock out, milking the shaft, pumped the rod. His trousers fell around his ankles; he grabbed Meredith’s knees and roughly pushed his throbbing cock into her begging vagina with a squelch and a loud grunt. His hands clutched her tits, and mercilessly squeezed and pinched her pink nipples into stiff nub. Rolled the twin buds between his finger and thumb, he pulled until they both distended her twin B-cup orbs. Massaging both the globes with his meaty hands, Mr T coarsely sucked each nipples into his mouth, he tongued them, rolled them, nibbled them with his teeth without thought whether it was hurting Meredith or not. He did not care. Meredith moaned and closed her eyes from ecstasy with the feeling of being filled with Mr T.’s hard penis and his mouth assaulting her breasts. His thick helmet pushed through her thick tunnel, and massaged her womb. Her lubricant dripped on to the chair and pool in a wet patch as he continued to pump away at her hot pussy. After a few more hard pumps, he pulled away from her gripping cunt. ‘NOOOO,’ she whimpered. ‘Shhhhhh,’ Mr T. admonished sternly, and pulled Meredith up from the chair. He leaned on the edge of the oak desk, his hands rested on the edge. Meredith took her queue, and knelt between Mr T.’s legs, her hands reached for his scrotum and gently massaged them as her mouth suckled at his cock like a babe drinking milk from the bottle, tasting her own juice. Mr T.’s hands moved to hold her head tight as he fucked her mouth, moved in and out, gagged Meredith with his length until his mushroom head hit the back of her throat. ‘Ahhhh!’ Mr T sighed loudly, shoved his cock harder in and out of his new aide’s hot mouth. Her tongue and lips gripped his rock hard rod, her teeth grazed along his shaft. She was no longer in control of her head as Mr T. had taken total control and used her mouth like it was his personal fuck toy. Her eyes moved up to look into the lust-filled face of Mr T., but he no longer saw Meredith, he was in his own private heaven, fucking an angel’s mouth in his office. Mr T. pulled away from Meredith’s mouth, pulled her up from the floor, pushed her to lie on her stomach, spread her legs wide and once more, fucked her juicy cunt, lubricant trailed down her smooth legs. Mr T.’s cock pummelled in and out of her, the power of his thrust made Meredith expelled air in loud bursts from her lungs. ‘Urg, urg, urg,’ Meredith grunted. ‘YES, like that, deeper!’ she cried. Without pausing, Mr T. went deeper into her lava-like cavern; his cock felt as if it was melting inside of her, his balls slapped her clit. His hands gripped her hips, as her body met his, both of their bodies rutted like wild uncontrollable human beings. Sweat beaded on their bodies, even though the office was coldly air-conditioned. His cock piston in and out of Meredith’s vagina, her G-spot getting a good massage; soon, her orgasm bubbled to the surface. Her toes curled, her body spasm, and Mr T. being an experienced lover, saw the sign, pushed his cock faster and faster in to her hole, one of his hands reached down to pinch her clit and pulled it without pity. ‘FUUUUCK ME!’ Meredith cried, her ass pushed against Mr T.’s groin, taking him all the way inside her as her orgasm exploded. ‘I’m coming,’ Mr T. groaned, his other hand grabbed Meredith’s blonde hair and pulled her head up, stretched her neck, as his hips continued to fuck her from behind. Without waiting further, Mr T. pulled out of her milking tunnel and shot his load onto her lower back, his body tensed as the hot white liquid spew forth, one two three shots, his balls contracted from the intensity. Mr T. collapsed back on the chair Meredith had been sitting in earlier, panted as he tried to regain his breath, but Meredith had not moved an inch, she couldn’t, her legs were still jelly from her orgasm.