Mira held her breath as Mr Robert massaged her shoulders. His strong fingers released the tension from her drive over here. This was the perfect solution from Josh's interrupted touch earlier on.

His thumb softly rubbed the base of her neck, and a chill ran down her spine.

The office air was filled with the scent of his cologne, expensive, woody and masculine, mixed with the smell of her pussy juice. She adjusted on the couch, opening her thighs a little more, she could feel the cool leather sticking to her damp pussy. "Fuck" She wanted more, she wanted this.

He stopped and walked towards the door, locked it and returned sitting next to her, watching Mira like she was an art displayed for his pleasure. He stared at her chest, her breasts pleading for freedom under the thin fabric.

"I... I need this job," she murmured, her voice filled with want, her eyes locked with his. At 23, she had always admired how confident older men were, when they needed something and how they took control without apology.

"I can see that sexy" he replied, in a low tone, rubbing her exposed thighs "And I can make it happen. Permanent. Good pay. Benefits." He paused, his other hand tracing the outline of her cleavage. "But everything has a price, you understand that, don't you?

She nodded, "I'm ready for whatever it takes" her voice failed to hide the need to be fucked. Josh's kisses had left her horny and aching, but this...this was different. Dangerous. Raw. Mr Robert's touch lighted the will to fuck her way from the cage of their apartment.

He lazily opened her shirt. "Stand up." He commanded, stepping back to enjoy the view. Mira rose, her legs shaking a bit, was this guilt? Her skirt went up, barely covering her ass. He walked round her, taking in every detail, every curve, her hips, her hard nipples, her boobs bouncing as she moved.

"Turn around and bend over."

She turned, unzipped her skirt, slowly lowered it and bent. "Baby, you're just so hot....Your ass is damn huge." Mr Robert's voice was lustful, he slapped her ass cheek, and pulled her towards him.

He pressed his erection in between her ass cheeks, hard and wanting. He ground slowly, letting her feel how hard he was for her, his hands slid up, grabbed her boobs that had been tempting him, she moaned loudly. He pressed hard, playing with her nipples. She could feel the heat coming from him, she moved her butt her a little and felt him he was big, his body reacted to her, trembling with need.

Mira closed her eyes, blocking the guilt she felt.

She wanted to feel good, she wanted this job, he made her feel better than Josh did.

Mr Robert chuckled and stepped back, she heard the zipper of his pants open. She turned and faced him, looking down at his dick. He was big and long just like the ones in her fantasies.

Finally, it was coming to pass. Each time Josh fucked her, she had always imagined being with someone else, who will fill her up with his full length.

"Are you sure you can take all of daddy's cock? his voice teasing.

"Yesss...daddy." Mira held his cock.

He groaned, as she slid her hands up and down his cock, his hands gripped her ass tighter, rode between her thighs, she was dripping, just how he liked them. He slid in two fingers, slowly, she started moaning, he brought them out, rubbed her clit. Mira jerked, drawing him closer, his hands were soaked with her pussy juice, he slid in his fingers again, deeper this time, increasing the tempo each time, sliding in and out of her quickly, her moans filled his ears, sweet music to his ears.

Mira couldn't believe herself, she had never felt this much pleasure before, every part of her wanted him, he shoved in again, he hit the spot, her body began vibrating, pulling him closer, whining against him, her pussy dripped with her cum.

"Ahhh...My turn." Mr Robert said with satisfaction. "You're wet for daddy's big cock huh." His voice was firm, eyes filled with desire. "On the couch." He commanded.

Mira knelt on the couch, positioned herself on her hands and knees and lifted her ass in the air, She could feel the wetness between her legs.

Mr. Robert stood behind her, he spanked her ass, she felt sweet pains, he pulled her towards him, his erection pressing against her ass. Her body was responding to his touch. In ways she couldn't control.

She spreads her legs wider, her ass arching slightly as she gets ready for his cock.

Mr.Robert's dick presses against her swollen pussy, the head rubbing through her wetness with a wet, sucking sound.

In one move, he thrust in his cock filling her. Mira gasps. Hold the couch tighter for support.

"Fuck, Mira, your pussy is tight," he groaned. One hand pulling her hair back. "Squeeze me like you were made for this. For my cock."

"The Job is yours slut." He whispered, his voice rough with desire.

His hands slid around, rubbing her clits roughly to increase her pleasure.

"oh yeah...fill me up Sir, hit my pussy hard," she screamed. He started to hump her ass, Mira could feel his cock moving in and out of her pussy

"You're so hitting the spot," she said between moans. "go deeper...uuhh"

That was all he needed as he increased his pace, Mr Robert grabbed her ass, banging them as they shook in rhythm to his move.

"Yes, fuck me Mr. Robert." Mira screamed, her body trembling with pleasure

"You like that...huh," He whispers in her ear, his voice thick with pleasure. "Feels so fucking good."

Mira nods...thrusting backwards, matching his speed.

Mr. Robert lifts her up, missionary position, He fills her up while standing just enough to make her body clench around him. Mira began panting, close to releasing again, Mr. Robert hit harder and increased his pace, his forehead pressed against hers. "Fuck, Mira you're so fucking wet. You are now my slut"

Mira's mind starts to wander, her body going through the motions but her mind elsewhere. She can now afford the bills, buy more groceries, she thinks about the man between her legs. She'll keep coming for more.

Mr. Robert begins groaning, voice filled with pleasure, she could feel him in her, he was close to ejaculation.

Mira's eyes opened, her gaze meeting his. She feels he is about to release. "Cum on my dick," he ordered, Mr. Robert didn't hold back, pulling out almost to the tip before slamming back in, balls slapping against her clit with each powerful drive.

"Show me you're worth hiring."

"Yes Sir, cum in me" She screams, grinding against him feeling her own cum. He began jerking, Mira feels his hot cum spill inside her as he groans, she hugs him tighter. He held her there, pinned and panting, her body was still shaking, Slowly, he pulled out, she could feel the warmth of his release, dripping down her thighs.

"Fuck, that was good," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Welcome to the team, Mira. Permanent staff. Resume tomorrow." His smile was sinister. "But remember, this stays between us, Kita shouldn't know about this. And you'll be earning every bonus."

She nodded, her legs weak, and an excitement that felt forbidden chased away her desperation. Finally, the future was achievable.

The elevator beeped softly on the 11th floor and Mira stepped out. It was her first day resuming work at GG GLOBE, but the memory of yesterday's "interview" still made her pussy wet.

She had spread her legs wide on MR Robert's desk moaning, as his big cock banged her, sealing the position with his cum filling her pussy. No application could compete with that. Now, she was back, ready to claim her desk and maybe more.

Mira had dressed to seduce to the dismay of Josh, he noticed a sudden change in her, something he couldn't place.

She wore a white silk blouse, unbuttoned just enough to reveal her lacy black bra holding her big boobs in place, matching a pencil skirt so tight it was like a second skin, it stopped mid-thigh, black stockings underneath, the red stilettos she wore screamed "fuck me" without saying a word. She didn't wear panties underneath, number one lesson from yesterday...easy access was a key in this new world she found herself.

She walked past the reception, she could feel stares from pussy hungry men on her, one adjusted his tie, eyes fixed on her ass bouncing as the skirt rode up her butt. She earned this spot, the fuck way and she intended to keep it that way.

Her desk was modest near the corner office. She took her seat and crossed her legs under the desk. The hem of her skirt exposed the smooth skin above her stockings.

Her computer beeped: An email from Mr Robert, "Report to my office. Now." Her pussy tightened at the command, she started getting wet between her thighs.

She knocked once and entered without waiting. Mr Robert sat behind his desk, his tie was loosened. His gaze went over her like she was fresh meat. "Mira, it's good to see you settling in. That outfit...it's distracting." He stood, went round her slowly, brushing her hip with his hand.

She smiled, pushing her boobs forward. "Is it Sir? I thought you would welcome the view after yesterday." Her voice was seductive, fingers running down her blouse to open another button, revealing more boobs, she eyed him.

Mr Robert's dick hardened, he grabbed her waist, pulling her against him, his hard dick grinding her belly. "You fucked your way in, Mira. Now prove to daddy you're worth keeping." He kissed her forcefully, as his hands lifted her skirt, fingers finding her wet pussy lips.

She dropped to her knees and unzipped him with eager hands, his eight inches shot out in need. She sucked greedily, wrapping her lips around the head, she tasted his pre-cum. Mr Robert groaned, holding her hair to guide her deeper, her gagged on his cock but kept pushing.

'Good girl. Suck that cock like the slut you are.' He thrust into her mouth, balls slapping her chin, until saliva dripped down her chin onto her exposed bra.

"That's my fuck girl, suck that dick. Mira." He went into her mouth, balls hitting against her chin.

He pulled her up and bent her over his desk, papers scattering, files falling, they didn't care. Her butt cheeks parted as he lifted the skirt, his dickhead playing with her clits, he tapped once and thrusted in, burying his dick deep in her pussy, She cried out as she felt her pussy stretch. "Take that."

He pounded her with force, her ass cheeks slamming against themselves, the desk began creaking from the force of his thrusts, her boobs bounced free from the bra, nipples rubbing against the desk, she pushed back, matching his every thrust. "Harder, sir! Fuck me like you own me!" Her pussy tightened around him, the feeling of orgasm rising.

Mr Robert spanked her ass, his fingerprint written on her ass, he grinded slowly, pulling out till just the tip of his dick and slamming back in, harder each time. She shook, began squirting on his cock, her juices soaking his balls. He was grunting as he fucked her faster about to cum. He pulled out, held his dick to paint her ass with thick ropes of cum.

"You know what Mira?...I might start thinking of promoting you."

Mira smiled. He had no other choice.

Liam's POV

I have always known Aunt Vanessa was dangerous, from the way she looked at me from across the room, the way she patted my head like a baby, the way she sat each time she was in front of me, crossing her legs and exposing some flesh.

She has been my mom's best friend since college. I've seen a lot of their photos. She looked hot in all of them. Even in her mid-forties, she still maintained her great shape, sexy yoga-toned body, long auburn hair that falls in loose waves down her back, and hazel eyes that seem to notice every move I make. She was way hot.

For every summer we came over for barbecue, every holiday dinner, she would hug me, pressing her tits against my chest. Her perfume,something expensive and sensual, lingering in my nose for hours. So tempting. I will tell myself it's nothing. Yet I still jerked off with the thought of her in my mind.

Until this weekend.

My mom was away on a work trip. Aunt Vanessa offered to "check on the house." To my surprise, 

That is: she let herself in with the spare key, showed up Friday night in a thin white sundress that clung to every curve, carrying a bottle of wine and a smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing, like she had been waiting for this day.

I was in the kitchen tossing some eggs when she walked in, she wasn't putting on any shoes, her dress riding up her thighs as she set the bottle on the counter, I looked away. The air smelled like her already, vanilla, and that sensual spice that made my pulse kick. I reminded myself I had a girlfriend. But Truth be told, Aunt Vanessa was way hotter than her. Aunt V had fuller boobs, slender waist and huge apple ass.

"Hi, sweetheart," she said, voice low, she winked at me "Miss me?"

My mouth went dry. *Say something normal.* "Hey, Aunt V. Uh... wine?" What was she doing to me.

She laughed softly, coming close enough so I could see the faint lace outline of her bra beneath the dress. "I thought we could catch up. Just us." She touched her boobs giving me a sexy look.

*She's your mom's best friend. Twenty years older. Off-limits.* My brain fought against my mind.

But my cock didn't care about limits. It was already hard against my jeans. Not bad if I gave it a shot.

We drank on the living room couch. One glass turned into three, to four. She kept pouring me drinks, I became legal 3 years ago, I drank as much alcohol as my body could carry.

She folded her legs under her, which made her dress slip higher, revealing smooth, tanned thighs and a little bit of black lace panties. Every time she leaned forward to refill my glass, her breasts pressed against the thin fabric, nipples hard and obvious.

*She's doing this on purpose. She knows I'm looking.* I told myself but I couldn't stop staring.

She placed her glass on the center table and turned toward me, one hand resting on my thigh, moving high enough that her fingers brushed the seam of my jeans.

"You've grown up so much," she murmured, eyes dropping to my lap, then back up to my lips, then my face. "I bet girls your age don't know what to do with all that... energy." She said looking at the bulge in my jeans. I didn't even notice I was so hard and obvious.

*Touch her. Don't touch her. Fuck.* I couldn't resist this temptation.

"So how many girls have you fucked." The words came out raw. 

I gasped "Aunt V, girls? It's just one girl. My girlfriend."

She chuckled, her thumb traced slow circles on my thigh. "Tell me, baby... do you ever think about me when you're alone? When you're stroking that big, hard cock?"

I gave in, unable to resist anymore. I groaned before I could stop myself.

She smiled, wicked and slow. "I thought so. You think I do see the way you look at my tits when you think  no one is watching. The way your eyes follow my ass when I walk away."

Her hand rose higher, cupping the bulge in my jeans. I growl at the contact, my hips jerking involuntarily.

"Jesus, Vanessa you..."

"Shh...relax, let me show you what a real woman feels like." She squeezed my dick gently, her thumb tracing the head through denim. "You're so thick already. I've wondered how you'd feel in my hand... in my mouth... stretching my pussy."

*This is really happening. Yes. Yes. Yes* I felt excitement within me. The scent of her cunt mixed with her perfume now, sweet. I could see the damp spot forming on her panties.

She stared deeply into my eyes. "I want to be your dirty little secret. I want you to fuck your mom's best friend until I'm screaming your name."

I lost it.

I grabbed her waist and pulled her onto my lap, her dress riding up as she straddled me. She was soaked, jezz. I could feel the heat of her pussy through the lace as she ground against my cock.

"Tell me you want it," she whispered, rolling her hips slowly and filthy. "Tell me you want to pound my sweet pussy."

"I want to fuck you so bad," I replied, my hands sliding under her dress to feel her ass. Her skin was silk-smooth, warm, the lace thong barely there. "I've jerked off thinking about you for years. About bending you over, spreading your sexy legs open, making you beg for my dick."

She moaned, loud and shameless, grinding harder. "What are you waiting for? Take what you've wanted. Use me like the filthy slut I am for you."

I flipped her onto her back on the couch, her dress pushed up to her waist. Her panties were black lace, soaked. I dragged them down her legs slowly, watching her pussy come into view, pink, wet, perfectly waxed. I love clean waxed pussy. 

The scent hit me: pure sex. Fuck, I buried my face between her thighs without warning.

She cried out, fingers tangling in my hair. "Oh fuck...yes lick my pussy, baby. Taste how wet I am for you."

She tasted like sin, salty,sweet, addictive. I licked her from the entrance to clit, slow and deliberate, then sucked her swollen lips into my mouth. Her hips rose, thighs shaking around my head.

"Right there.....don't stoppp make me cum on your face."

I slid two fingers inside her, curling them, pumping fast while I sucked harder. She was tight, too tight for her age and dripping. She came with a sharp cry, her back rising from the couch, flooding my mouth with her juices as her body shook.

Before she could catch her breath, I stood and stripped. My cock sprang free, hard and aching, pre-cum was already out, prepared for the moment.

Her eyes went hungry. "God, look at you. Liam, you're so big. How can you have this and fuck just one bitch. I want you in my throat."

She knelt in front of me, hands wrapping around my dick, stroking slow and firm. Then she took me deep down her throat at first. Damnnn. She was good, tongue curling around the head. I groaned, held her head behind my hands. "Fuck your mouth...take it all."

She did, swallowing my full length gagging softly when I hit the back of her throat, saliva mixed with my pre cum spilling down her chin, eyes watering but never breaking contact.

I pulled her up, bent her over the arm of the couch, and stood behind her. I slapped her ass.

"Beg for it," I commanded.

"Please," she whimpered, shaking her apple ass. "Please fuck me. Fill me up. Make me cream on your thick cock."

I shoved in, till my cock was fully in her. Shit. We both moaned. She was impossibly tight, hot, creaming gripping me inside her like my cock was made for her pussy..

I started going in slow, then harder, faster, the sound of my thighs hitting her ass filling the room.

"Harder," she moaned. "Fuck me like you hate me. Like you've wanted this forever."

I pounded into her, watching her ass shake with every thrust, her pussy creaming down my dick.

"You're so fucking tight," I said between clench teath. "This cunt was made for my cock."

"Yes, oh yes...only yours baby."

I bent and rubbed her clit, feeling her tighten on my cock.

"Cum for me again," I ordered. "Milk my cock."

She cummed a second time, screaming my name, her pussy walls around me.

I was next, I pulling out at the last moment. "Swallow." She obeyed sucking on my dick like a lollipop. 

We fell on the couch together, panting, her ass till against me soft.

She turned her head, the movement caused her ass to press against by cock "Careful, so you don't go a second round right now." I teased.

"Your mom comes back Sunday," she whispered, voice husky. "We have two more nights."

I pulled her closer, already hard again.

"Then we're not sleeping."

We didn't sleep that night. Not really.