Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 34

Then the button she'd been toying with popped free. Bella fell silent, watching me for a long moment with a small smile on her lips, her insecurity completely gone by this point. Finally, she stood up. Her shoulders were thrown back and her bra-clad breasts sat halfway out of her blouse. She placed the blood-red fingernails of one hand on my desk and dragged them across the dark surface as she started to walk down the length of it. Her eyes captivated my gaze as they stayed fixed on me.

Fuck. This escalated quickly.

"She said you were young, newly wealthy, and single... that you would need help navigating things." Reaching the end of the desk, she walked around it and approached me as she started unfastening more buttons on her shirt.

"She said that new wealth can be isolating to some people who aren't accustomed to it. It can make them lonely, and I would be expected to help with that." Her shirt fell open, and she let it slip from her shoulders and pool around the bend of her elbows as her hands lowered to the clasp of her pants. I thought she was about to start taking those off too, but she simply stood there, modeling for me. Her midsection was soft and rounded like the rest of her. Her breasts were works of art, held high and proud with an abundance of cleavage that I could literally bury my face in. The top half of her black bra was lacy and see-through, while the bottom cups were made of a thick, satin-like material, designed to support her heavy breasts. I could see the tops of her areolas peeking through the sheer lace on each cup but little more than that

Bella was the ideal ambassador for perfect femininity.

Her hands fell to her sides, and her shirt slipped all the way off her arms, dropping to the floor. "I know what that means, Mr. Upton. I can be your assistant, doing all the things that a powerful man like you doesn't have time for. She stepped toward me in a slow, languid fashion. Her eyes never left mine. "And I can take care of you in every way you need."

Finally reaching me, she raised a hand as if to place it on the side of my face and then hesitated. Her eyes searched me, trying to gauge my reaction - whether her touch would be welcome or not.

As she approached, I sat back in my chair as much as I could without reclining in it and simply stared back at her, struggling to remember to breathe. Every glance she gave me... every

movement of her hands... all of it was a calculated dance meant to get a sexual reaction from me, and none of it was wasted. She was a temptress who had perfected the art of seduction, and I hoped against all hope that she couldn't tell was absolute putty in her hands. In this moment, Bella put every other woman in the world to absolute shame.

With no sign of resistance from me, she slipped her fingers through my hair on the side of my head. Her fingernails grazed across my scalp which sent waves of electricity coursing across my skin. She ran a thumb across my cheekbone, but her gaze dropped to my lips and her pink tongue darted across her own, wetting them. The sight was tantalizing, and I wondered if had the same look on my face as she did. She looked desperate to kiss me.

Then she gracefully lowered herself to her knees, her hand falling from my face to land in my lap. Her eyes flickered downward and then back up at me as she pressed her palm into my hard-on; I barely registered a whimper as it escaped her lips.

"May I see it?" she murmured. "What I'll be working with?"

Part of me knew better than to agree. I was sure that if I felt the soft touch of her skin on my dick for even a millisecond, the Interviews would be over. That part of me kept screaming to practice even a modicum of self discipline, but I quickly tamped down that line of thought and gave her permission with a nod. I wanted this. I wanted her.

She gave me a warm smile and undid the buckle and fasteners on my pants, peeling them back to expose the massive lump in my underwear. She hooked her fingers in the elastic band and pulled them down, and my cock twitched as it felt the cool office air. The head was slick with precum.

Bella smiled up at me, "Mr. Upton, please don't take this as empty flattery. This is one of the most beautiful cocks I have ever seen."

A woman who was a twelve out of ten had just called my cock beautiful. I didn't know what to say. "Thank you."

"May I touch it?"

I swallowed and nodded again.

She reached out and placed one delicate finger on the head of my cock just below the urethra. Running the pad of her finger along it to wet it, she thern trailed slowly down the length of my shaft. My cock spasmed; more precum oozed out of the tip and ran down the underside, chasing after her touch.

Bella smiled and arched an eyebrow as she peeled her eyes off my cock to look up at me, "You look like you're about to cum already." There was no judgment in her voice. Just amusement. "Do I turn you on that much?"

Afraid that my voice might crack if I said anything, I nodded.

"Mmm," she purred as her finger continued to trail downward where she then cupped my balls, massaging them a little as she continued to watch how I reacted. My hips were starting to gyrate on their own, and I could feel my jaw tightening as I involuntarily clenched my teeth.

She trailed the back of her finger halfway up the length of my cock and then wrapped her fingers around its girth, giving it a light squeeze as she ran her thumb over the sensitive underside. Then she began to slowly work it up and down.

"May I taste you, sir?"

"God yes," I said. This was possibly the most turned on I'd ever been in my life and wanted those pouty, Cupid's bow lips on my cock more than anything.

She leaned forward and placed a delicate kiss just under the head of my member where it was most sensitive. My body seized as I felt myself suddenly on the verge of exploding. Bella's lips slid aver the head of my dick, and she engulfed the first few inches in her warm mouth. Her fist slid down to the base, giving her room to work her mouth. I could feel her tongue on the underside of my shaft as she proceeded to slide her lips downward, taking more of

me.

Less than a minute later groaned, "Fuck! I'm cumming!"

I gritted my teeth and reached out for the back of her head. I grasped a handful of dark brown hair and held her in place as I felt my cock explode inside her. It felt like the biggest load I'd ever fired. Bella didn't back off. Instead, she hummed a note of what sounded like pleasure and took it all. Her tongue continued to work around my shaft, and she stared up at me with a pleased look on her face. I threw my head back and closed my eyes as I continued to ride wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure.

After an unidentifiable amount of time had passed, I felt my body go slack in my chair and opened my eyes, finding myself staring at the ceiling. I gasped for breath as my grip on Bella's hair slackened, and I felt her silky tresses slip free of my fingers. I could still feel her lips around my dick, but she'd stopped working the sensitive shaft. She simply held it in place as I started to come down from my high.

Finally, I felt movement from her and looked down just in time to see the head of my dick slip free from her beautiful lips. A bit of my semen adhered to the head of my cock as she moved away and then broke free, clinging to her chin. She wiped it away with a finger and captured it with her tongue with a groan of satisfaction.

Breathing heavily, she grabbed the base of my still-hard cock and forced it to stand at attention. Then she pressed the sloppy shaft to the side of her face and nuzzled it before showering it with slow, luxurious kisses. It was obvious that she'd swallowed my load.

"Thank you for this opportunity, Mr. Upton," she said, looking up at me with those brown pools of liquid seduction.

She then stood up, turned, and bent over to pick up her shirt, giving me another wonderful view of her world-class ass.

"I trust you've gauged our chemistry well enough?" She asked as she slipped her shirt back on and started fastening the buttons. "And that I've proven I'm willing to make sure my employer has everything he needs?"

"Yeah," I replied lamely. "You did." Taking cue from her, I started fastening my own pants, noting the faint crimson coloring of the juices covering my cock from her lipstick.

"Good" She reached out and placed a hand on the side of my face again with the hand she hadn't been working my cock with. Her touch was the soft caress of a lover. Bella had been able to display a remarkable combination of passion and tenderness in a short period of time. It gave me the impression she wanted to be my girlfriend just as readily as my assistant.

"You're handsome, you seem nice, and you have a delicious cock," she said as she ran the back of her hand down my cheek. "I really do hope you consider me for the position, Mr. Upton. I bet you're a fantastic kisser."

"You made... one hell of an impression," said. "I think I would love working with you."