The Intern

The Intern

From the moment he walked into the conference room for the interview, Ted wanted the intern. When he first saw her, she had been sitting in one of the chairs, playing with her dark hair. Her curvy body was dressed in a white blouse with little buttons and a black knee length skirt.

Ted yearned to rip open that blouse (and the many blouses and shirts she would wear later) and ravage her breasts as his fingers found their way into her wet pussy. There had been many times (during very important meetings) he wondered what color her nipples were and what her womanhood looked like. He would feel himself harden and he would excuse himself to go to the bathroom.

There, he would stroke his cock, pretending it was her. One day, it would be her greedy little mouth sucking on it. She would take his throbbing flesh and slide her red lips down, then back up. Her tongue would twirl around his pulsing head, tasting his pre-cum and letting it dribble from her tongue as she went to devour his cock. Another day, her cunt would be fucking it as hard as it could. Ted would grit his teeth as he imagined her moaning and writhing on his cock, soaking it with her wetness. His finger would be rubbing her sweet little clit, sending her over the edge. She would grab her tits and squeeze her nipples as she came. Ted could almost feel her pussy shaking on his cock and hear her saying his name over and over. With a quiet grunt, he would cum into a paper towel.

Would she be loud or quiet in bed? Would she like him taking control of her? Was her pussy tight like a virgin or broken in? How would he seduce her or would he come into his office one day to find her sitting on his desk, legs spread and pussy ready for him.

True, Ted was married. He and his wife had a sex life when their three children weren't ruining the moment. But she was a traditional woman.

Not like the intern...or so he hoped.

One humid summer evening, Ted was working late and he made sure that the Intern would be there. As they worked, Ted glanced at her. The Intern sat on the couch, wearing a skirt (shorter than usual) and a button down blouse. Her dark hair hung over her shoulders and she paid no attention to Ted.

By the grace of God, she moved her legs. Ted saw the familiar folds of a pussy under her skirt. He gulped. She was bare, pink, and perfect. Her lips were pump and he wished to sink his fingers between them.

She looked up as he stared. The Intern raised an eyebrow playfully as she watched her boss staring at her womanhood. From the moment she had seen him, she thought to herself I could have an affair with him... Now, he was staring at her unclothed privates.

She had fantasized about him making her cum. At night, she would take her vibrator and let it be his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. He was amazing at fingering her little pussy and he would let her ride his fingers like it was his cock. When she came, he would fuck her as hard as he could as he put a hand over her mouth to keep her screams muffled.

She felt her pussy getting wet at the thought of her fantasy. Maybe he could see? The Intern decided that maybe she would see if Ted wanted her too. She cleared her throat, catching his attention.

Ted looked up, seeing the Intern patting the seat next to her on the couch.

"I have a question," she asked as she wet her lips.

Ted straighted his tie as he stood up. With each step, he thought of her pussy and all it's glory. He wondered how it would taste if his face was buried between its' folds, licking and sucking until she screamed in ecstasy.

He sat down next to the Intern and smiled. "What's the question?" he asked.

She turned to him, making sure he saw her pussy welcoming him to touch her. Ted noticed and licked his lips, which had suddenly gone dry. "Now which forms need to go to the client?" she purred.

Ted took the opportunity to place his hand on her thigh. He felt the firm muscle moving under his hand. He took one of the forms and began to study it. Slowly, he moved his hand up her warm flesh, feeling the softness of her skin.

Hell, he was the boss! He should be able to get what he wanted.

Ted heard her sigh as he read over the forms in his hand. He moved his hand closer to her pussy. He mentally told himself to stay in control and not pounce the poor girl.

Besides, he wanted to give her something to remember. Fucking the boss would be one of those stories she told to friends until the day she died. He would be the boss and he would fuck her until the both of them couldn't take it anymore.

He felt her hot center as his hand drew closer. The Intern spread her legs a little wider, but remained silent. Ted took his index finger and ran it up her slit, feeling her smooth pussy getting hotter and wetter. As his finger drew closer to the top, he felt something.

He grinned to himself - she had a clit ring. What a dirty little girl, he thought. He could barely wait to tease her pierced little pearl with his tongue, but first he would pleasure her in other ways.

With his other hand, he pulled the Intern closer to him. He could smell her perfume and feel the heat from her arousal. She was shivering as he teased her pussy. Ted put his mouth to her ear and whispered, "Unbutton your shirt."

She was obedient as she reached to undo her buttons. Ted watched her as he ran his finger up and down her slit, working her up for his fingers to enter her little hole. The Intern bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan as she finished the last button. She slipped the blouse off her shoulders, revealing her bra. Ted nodded and used his free hand to cup one of her breasts.

He slipped his finger between her lips and began to rub her clit as softly as he could. Ted watched her face as he worked her clit, rubbing and changing pressure. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was partially open. The Intern breathed heavily as Ted toyed with her swelling clit and pinched her nipple through her bra. Ted quickly slipped the finger into her pussy, getting it wet with her juices, and lubed up her clit. The Intern let out a shake and a soft moan.

"I'm going to fuck you and work that pierced little clit of yours with my fingers," whispered Ted into her ear. "I want you to cum on my hand and soak it with your juices, you naughty little intern." As his finger swirled around her clit, another entered her pussy, pumping in and out of her wet hole. "I want you to moan. Don't be afraid, no one is here."

The Intern nodded as she felt Ted adding another finger to her tight pussy. He moved them in and out of her, hitting all of the sensitive places in her honey pot. She felt his finger hit her spot on her clit and she let out a moan as he rubbed it hard. She felt a jolt coming from her tit and realized that Ted was squeezing her nipple.

Ted worked her pussy, finger fucking her tight little hole and rubbing her clit. He felt her getting slicker and tighter as his fingers slid deeper into her pussy. He gave her a quick fuck with his fingers and rubbed her clit harder. The Intern was moaning and twitching on the couch. She skin was flushed and her skirt had ridden up her thighs. Her pussy was exposed to him. Ted saw his fingers that disappeared into her hole and would come up soaked with her juices and her swollen clit, which ached for release.

The Intern could feel her orgasm coming closer as her boss fucked her pussy with his thick fingers. A pleasant tingling that originated her in clit traveled down to her pussy, making it pulse. Ted kept rubbing that spot, making the feeling intensify. Soon, she was panting, cumming, and writhing on his hand. She felt Ted hurry his fingers, making a cry of pleasure escape her lips.

Ted watched the Intern cum and smiled to himself. She needed to know that he wanted her to be screaming by the time he was done with her. She was shaking by the time her orgasm died down and Ted liked it. "Tonight, I'm going to pleasure you," he said.

The Intern nodded with a coy smile. "That's good...I like being pleasured."

Greedy...just like I imagined, Ted said to himself.