Don’t Fire Me (Closed for Tiger)

hereforfun7

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It had been about had a year since I started working at my current job. I’d been hired at a big company to be the assistant to one of the hire-ups. I did almost every simple task for him, making his copy, setting his schedules, taking his calls, making his coffees, and any other stuff that he requested. Although, to my fault I was quite clumsy with many of them. I spilt coffee often, sometimes mixed up dates, and missed some important calls. It was just a job I was having a very hard time getting used to. Today, my boss, Ken, called me into his office.



I stood in front of him wearing a tight white button up shirt, which felt particularly tight around my boobs, with a black skin tight dress that fell just above my knee. My hair was blonde and fell in waves over my shoulders as I stood there in front of him.



“You haven’t been doing your job very well recently, Blair” He scolds me, looking up from his paperwork. I shift my legs awkwardly and tilt my head up slightly, looking as innocently guilty as possible.



“I’m sorry, sir. It’s just soo hard to get used to all of your procedures, but I’m getting better,” I argue. I can’t afford to lose this job now, I was a recent college graduate and this was the only job I could land after graduating. Losing this job meant I’d have no income and no way to continue paying off my loans.



“Is there something I can do to make you change your mind? About firing me? I’ll do anything, I swear I’ll work harder from now on.” I say, taking a step closer to his desk and pushing my hands together in a beg.
 
It was a bad day. My girlfriend stood me up this morning for her boss. My car broke down on my way to office and now I am holding a stack of unorganized documents for a meeting an hour later.

I call in Blair my assistant and shouted at her
“You haven’t been doing your job very well recently, Blair”

She stood still, lowering her wet eyes trying hard to explain. “I’m sorry, sir. It’s just soo hard to get used to all of your procedures, but I’m getting better,”

She is silvering in fear and sob "I can’t afford to lose this job now, I was a recent college graduate and this was the only job I could land after graduating. Losing this job meant I’d have no income and no way to continue paying off my loans."begging for another chance.

Though I was in a very bad mood today, I always like her innocent and obedient character. Sometimes I even wish my girlfriend to be more obedient like her.

I look at her in silence, admiring her lovely figure in tight dress standing before me like a beaten goddess.

The awkward silent moment is too much to bear. She broke down in tears and beg "“Is there something I can do to make you change your mind? About firing me? I’ll do anything, I swear I’ll work harder from now on.”

I finally say in a firm tone "you really mean ANYTHING?" I stood up and walk to the front, sitting at the edge of my table.

This time in a gentler tone, I speak softly. "Come closer"
 
I watch as he moves to the front of his desk, leaning against it as he watches me. I take a gulp, knowing exactly what the. implications of our conversation mean. If I’m not to get fired, I’ll have to do anything he wants. I give him a nod and begin to walk forward, until I’m directly in front of him. My eyes looking up at him with a sultry begging glare in them.



“I really mean it,” I say, batting my eyelashes slightly. One of my hands go up to unclasp the first button of my shirt. I play into my youthful charms, hoping that it’ll allow me to keep this internship. “I’ll do anything you ask, Sir. Just tell me what it is you want from me.”
 
I patiently watch you strolling your legs forward and finally, presented yourself with your eyes lowered. In a soft fearful voice, you reassured your words "I really mean it,” your trembling fingers loosen a button of your blouse. “I’ll do anything you ask, Sir. Just tell me what it is you want from me.”

I take both your hands and kissed it gently. "You had already lost your job. I can create a new position for you but why should I help you? What rewards can you offer me if help you?"
 
“Well…” I say as one of my hands come up to slowly unbutton the rest of my blouse. “If you would be so kind to create a new position for me, I’ll definitely make it worth your while.” I slide the blouse off, leaving me shirtless. My boobs sit in a nice lacy black bra, with my skirt still on underneath.

One of my hands go forward and begin to rub against your groin. I can feel it start to get harder and stiffer underneath your pants. “Would you do that for me, sir?”
 
Your blouse dropped, showing off your black lacy bra. Leaning forward your hand reach between my legs, gently massage there. My cock had sprang to life, staining hard against my pants so clearly seen from the outside. “Would you do that for me, sir?” you ask.

I grab your waist roughly and turns you around. Hugging against your back, my hard cock press up your buttock firmly. I whisper into your ears "your new job depends on your performance and willingness to commit. Do you have experience with your new position?"

My hands are playing freely with your breast. It really don't take long to notice your harden nipple under those lacy material.
 
I curve my back, grinding my ass against his cock as he rubs up against my skirt. It feels quite large even now, when it was still getting erect. I turn my head back and whisper into his head, “I don’t have much experience, but I’m willing to commit… is there any job training that you could give me for this position, sir?”



I feel his hands groping and kneading at my boobs. They’re fresh and perky D cups, pushed up nicely thanks to my bra. My nipples begin to harden underneath his touch, and I feel his fingers begin to tease them from over the fabric of my bra. I am excited, it seems that my job isn’t completely lost.
 
I was so captivated by your advances. You are pushing back your round ass, yearning for my hard rod.

I ripped off your bra and press you forward, bending over the table with your breast firmly pressed against my big working table. The other hand working on your skirts and pantie. My pants dropped and my giant cock is searching along the cracks between your legs.

Without a word, I guides it up your pussy and ram in deep and hard. The wild fucking begins as I shoved mercilessly into your pussy, hitting the bottom each stroke. Your breast is gliding on the table top each time I ram forward causing it to turn red and hard. I can hear you screaming, gasping for äir.
 
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