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Dani Banani 13-16 minutes 8/24/2022

photo: SexArt

And how the Vice President seduced the sweet little cash worker.

Even though I’m just a lowly little cash office associate who doesn’t get bothered by higher-up employees of the corporation I work for, my manager told me today that one of the corporate visitors would be reviewing my work in the cash office.

To say I was nervous was an understatement — I’m so shy, and interacting with more powerful people amplifies those nerves. I was not ready for this visit.

And I had no idea just how much I wasn’t ready.

The morning started off with the usual hustle and bustle of managers and associates preparing the store for the visit. I thanked my lucky stars that my only work for the day consisted of counting money and finding discrepancies in our cash flow. As I closed the large safe, having counted our cash accurately, I heard a knock at the door and my H.R. manager’s voice coming through.

“Danica, corporate is touring the store right now, but the Vice President would like to review your work in the cash office.”

I paused, eyes widening, as I shakily replied, “But they never come in here. Why does he want to check my work?”

“He’s ensuring our processes are effective for the pace of the company. Be ready, he should be here soon.”

Blowing out a slow, deep breath, I tried to exhale the nerves of speaking with a Vice President of a company. Shaking myself back to reality, I responded, “Well, I’m about done here, but I’ll be happy to run back all the work I’ve done.”

It was then that I heard a man’s voice — a deep, attractive voice that had to be coming from an equally attractive man. I had never seen the V.P. before so I had no idea what to imagine. His muffled voice spoke to my H.R. manager, “Are we good for me to review the cash office?”

The manager replied and politely asked my permission to unlock the door to my office. I approved, and she walked in first — but the V.P. was standing much taller right behind her, and I couldn’t help but freeze in place as I reviewed how absolutely sexy this man was. I thought corporate people were all old, grumpy men who liked to snap at us lowlife minimum wage workers — maybe the eye candy would make it easier.

“Mr. Stone, this is our cash girl, Danica. She has one other employee who works to give her days off but essentially speaking, she’s in charge of this office. Any questions or concerns can be directed to her. I’m confident she can explain everything you need. Is there anything else I can help with before I leave you two?”

“Not at all,” Mr. Stone replied, his gaze fixated on me as I fidgeted uncomfortably. “I think Miss Danica and myself have the brains to work together.”

“I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be in my office if you need anything, Mr. Stone.” With that, the H.R. manager left, as I stood nervously watching him. He was tall, with the darkest brown hair imaginable and hazel eyes. He had long, lanky arms that suggested more power behind those muscles than one might expect. The beard only added to my attraction.

I cleared my throat, “Mr. Stone, it’s a pleasure to have you in my office. What would you like to cover first?”

“I’d very much like to see the process you go through when checking for missing money, along with other processes you go through daily. The goal is to look for places we can improve. Is that all right with you, Danica?”

My smile shone brightly, confident in my skills. “Perfectly fine! Let’s get started!”

I went through the motions of describing and following processes, listening to his notes and suggestions, and writing them down as we went. As I explained and moved around the small office to show Mr. Stone what my job consists of, I couldn’t help but notice a bulge that had formed in his suit pants. He wore all blue, which complemented his skin tone beautifully, like an ocean of pure sex appeal I wanted to dive into without fear of consequences — especially since I was seeing the kind of deep sea monster hiding in there.

Focus, Danica. This isn’t a sex fling.

My back was turned as I reorganized files and paperwork I’d provided him and, as I did so, I felt his presence come closer behind me until I could feel his breath on my neck.

“You seem to know what you’re doing here,” he spoke softly. “You must be some kind of an overachiever.”

I turned to face him, his hardened rod coming closer to me as he closed the gap between our bodies. Gulping in nervousness, I shakily replied, “No, I just like to work accurately and efficiently. I don’t like to leave things undone, or completed in such disarray that I miss some steps. I take my job seriously, Mr. Stone, and I assure you this company won’t lose money because of my inability to comb through every monetary detail.”

Mr. Stone gazed down into my wide, brown eyes with interest and a smirk. “And what do you do in here when you have downtime?”

Shrugging, I sat on my desk and swung my feet around like a child. “I try to finish tasks for the next day to get an easy start, or I’ll go ask my coworkers if there’s anything I can help it.”

“What if I had something I needed help with?”

My whole body flushed with a need to cum as my clit twitched in a frenzy for attention.

“Um, well, what could I help you with, Mr. Stone?” I gazed up into his eyes and saw the lust building. Was I going to have sex with a fucking Vice President?

I sure fucking hoped so, but I wasn’t sure if I was picking up the signals correctly.

“I’m going to be blunt, Miss Danica. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and if I had it my way, you’d be helping me by letting me taste that sweet nectar between your legs.”

It was exactly what I wanted to hear, but at the same time, nerves were shooting all through my body. “Um, I can’t say I don’t love the idea, but this is so wrong, Mr. Stone…”

He put a hand under my chin and lifted my gaze to meet his. “Wrong for whom?”

“Society? The company? I don’t know…” I trailed off, realizing my excuses were a bit weak.

“And what if I said fuck the company and society, what then?” He smiled and stroked my cheek as he saw my nervous reaction.

“It’s okay to break some rules now and again. You’re a good girl, I can see that, but I wouldn’t mind converting you into a little bad girl.”

His hand moved from my cheek to caress gently down the side of my neck and all the way down my arm. When his hand drifted back up and brushed the side of my DD breast, he paused briefly. “That is if you want to be converted.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I hadn’t been properly fucked in over a year and I felt like this strong, powerful man could make me cum in ways even my toys couldn’t.

“Show me,” I whispered, barely able to make a sound.

He smirked before placing his hands on my waist and lifting me onto my desk. Luckily, I’d worn a long maxi skirt, so access to the best part of me was open and available. Mr. Stone began by placing soft, delicate kisses up and down both sides of my neck, while I tilted my chin up and moaned quietly — I didn’t want to attract any attention. His hands slowly snaked up my plain black and lace top until both were cupping my breasts, his thumbs creating sparks of pleasure as they rubbed gently up and down. Then, with care, his hands glided down to the bottom of my skirt, where he lifted the hem and pulled it all the way up to my hips.

“Part your knees, Danica.”

I did as requested to reveal my bright, neon orange lace underwear. He tilted his head, eyes full of lust, and murmured, “I’m going to need these out of the way.” Dropping slowly to his knees, so as not to wrinkle his suit too much, he locked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs — pushing them past my ankles ’til they dropped to the floor. Mr. Stone’s hands glided up my silky legs and thighs as he returned to my slippery slit, gazing at it with love. You’d think my pussy was the most beautiful one he’d ever seen.

Without a word, his face came closer to my treasure. As soon as his warm, wet tongue slowly licked my juices pouring from my slit, my body shuddered in anticipation for more. He kissed, gently rubbed, and worshipped my dripping pussy before spreading my lips gently and flicking his tongue on my swollen, ready clit.

I almost cried out until I heard his muffled voice, “Quiet now, little cash girl, we don’t want to get caught.”

Biting my lip hard, I nodded as his tongue returned to massaging my sweet little button. Every flick, stroke, and ounce of pressure placed on it sent my body into insanity. My eyes flew wildly around my small office as he devoured me as if he’d starved for weeks — the speed intensified and I ran my fingers through his dark, tousled locks as I moaned quietly.

“Fuck, Mr. Stone, I love that. Please don’t stop.”

His tongue traced symbols and letters and stroked up and down so fast, so hard, I was going to cum much faster than I wanted to — but he was so damn good at this, I felt no shame whatsoever in letting my orgasm release. My breathing accelerated as I got closer and, right before my orgasm hit, I pulled his hair harder and whispered, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop, I’m gonna cum all over your face.” I heard an excitable moan from his throat as he sped up, quickly slipping a finger inside my drenched pussy and pressing up on my g-spot.

He must have known the reaction I’d have because my orgasm slammed into me right as his free hand came up to clamp over my mouth. I moaned, pleaded, and begged for mercy as the intensity of the orgasm took over my entire body. If he’d let my mouth be free, I’d have been screaming at the entire building, it felt so fucking perfect. My breathing slowed as the climax died down and, in my haze of sexual glory and satisfaction, I pulled his face from my thighs and felt his wet beard in my hand.

“Sit in my chair,” I commanded him, surprised by my boldness. He smirked and took a seat while I hopped off the desk and dropped to my knees, going to work at unbuckling his belt and unleashing what I hoped would be a deliciously thick cock.

I wasn’t disappointed — his cock was thick as fuck, and I knew he was about to stretch me out to the point that I may never want to fuck any other cock again.

I licked my lips with anticipation before my dripping wet mouth engulfed his member. His hand weaved through my long hair and he dropped his head back as he muttered, “Oh fuck.” His declaration encouraged me to give this man a mind-blowing blow job, and I began to pour every ounce of strength I had into pleasing his cock. I drenched his rod with my saliva, using my hand to jerk him off a bit here and there before plunging him down into my throat again. I slowly slid his cock back out of my mouth until the head remained, where my tongue spun circles around his sensitive tip — flicking my tongue under the head made his fists and thighs clench up as if the pleasure was torturous.

Well, he was gonna have to deal with that, because sucking his cock was suddenly my new favorite activity.

My spit started collecting on his balls, making me move my hand to use my spit as a lubricant while I gently massaged and squeezed them. My tongue was all over that thick, glorious rod, and as I continued to worship it I wondered if I’d get to feel it inside me…

“Fuck, that’s it, bend over the desk, I can’t fucking wait anymore. Your mouth is fucking…wow.”

I guess Mr. Stone answered my curiosity there. We both stood up and he aggressively guided my body so I’d be bent over my desk, pulling my skirt all the way up to reveal my round ass and desperate pussy lips. For a few moments, he seemed to take in the image of what he was about to destroy before he unexpectedly slammed into me. I gasped so loudly that his hand reached around and clamped down on my lips.

No man had ever done that to me and I found it the most erotic thing possible. If the mouth covering wasn’t enough, feeling his width stretch me so far placed me firmly in a sense of euphoria. He pounded me as if he’d never get to have sex again — I grasped the edges of my desk for leverage, moaning quietly into his hand. He changed pace, going slower and allowing me to enjoy every single inch of him, before surprising me again by slamming deeper and harder.

It took no time to feel my walls clenching and another orgasm peaking and before I knew it, my pussy was grabbing him like he was never allowed to leave. The tightness of my grip sent Mr. Stone over the edge and he mumbled, “Fuck I’m gonna cum.”

He released his hand from my mouth to grasp both hips and slammed me until his own orgasm peaked, and I felt the warm, thick comfort of his cum filling my pussy to the brim. The splashes of his seed coated my insides that were surely bruised from the beating my walls had just taken, giving me a full sense of relief. Mr. Stone pulled out and I immediately stood, turned, and dropped to my knees to lick both of our orgasms off his perfect cock. He smiled, pleased to see me cleaning the mess.

After the pure bliss of tasting our pleasure together, we quickly put ourselves back together, right on time for the store manager to retrieve him.

“Mr. Stone? Have you finished in there?”

He smirked at me before replying, “I certainly have finished.”

As he walked out, I knew I’d never see him again, but I’d never forget — my desk suddenly had a whole new meaning.

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