Hi everyone. This is Rish again. This time, I bring to you a story about how I nailed a hot girl who came for an internship interview at my office. The story features my amazingly hot intern Vishakha and is co-authored by her.
Here I am posting it while she lays in my bed naked and tired after a night full of intense lovemaking. Vishakha is a curvy 23-year-old girl with a wheatish skin tone. She is 5’4′ tall and has big bouncy boobs and a pear-shaped ass. Now onwards, the story will be from Vishakha’s POV.
I had just taken my LLB Final year exams and was looking for an internship to keep in touch with the office work. I researched some good law firms in the city and shortlisted a few. I called one of those firms and fixed my interview.
The firm was far from where I lived, and my interview was scheduled for the evening. On Monday, the day of my interview, however, I encountered a family emergency. I knew in the morning itself that I’d be late by a good one hour.
I thought they would take it as my lack of professionalism and reject me even before the interview. I, nevertheless, decided to call them up and explain my situation. Surprisingly, the person I spoke to on the phone was very understanding.
They told me I could still come, and he was happy to accommodate me. His voice sounded raspy and sexy. I thought that he might be too young to be a partner, but I was excited to give it a try.
In the evening, I got dressed for the interview. I was wearing a white shirt and black pants. I applied minimal makeup and a nude lip shade. I then got into the cab. Nervousness got a grip on me, and I closed my eyes and rehearsed my introduction.
I reached the place in about half an hour, and by then, I was completely hysterical with anxiety. I knocked at the door and was almost about to turn away and go back. Then I heard that same voice over the phone that said, “Come in.” I entered the office.
Everyone had already gone home except for that guy whom I had talked to on the phone. I smelled his cologne before I could see him. I felt like I could get drunk merely by inhaling him. I was right. He looked too young to be a partner. He didn’t look up at me and was typing something on his laptop.
He was the most handsome man I had ever seen. His forehead bore a frown, eyes glued to the screen, lips curled into a bemused smile and hair a bit messy. Seemed like he had a habit of running his hands through his hair now and then. He was wearing a black shirt, grey trousers, and a grey coat.
I was fixated at the sight of this man who looked so attractive and strict at the same time. About a minute later, he caught me staring at him and gestured towards the chair, cueing me to take a seat. I fumbled into the chair, and he smiled at me.
And god! He had the most perfect dimples on both sides of his cheeks. If I hadn’t been at the interview, I could have beheld this sight for an eternity to come. He introduced himself as Rishabh and explained to me that his partner and staff had left a while ago. He stayed back because of my interview.
I found it extremely courteous of him. He had the aura of comfort, and I was visibly relaxed from the moment I had seen him smile. He asked for my CV, and I handed it to him. My throat was all dry from the nervousness, and I asked if I could have some water.
He handed me a glass while he was going through my file in silence. Being the clumsy person that I am, I happened to spill some of it on my shirt. To my horror, I could figure out traces of my black bra from beneath, and I cursed myself under my breath.
The sound must have caught his attention. He looked up at me, and we had a brief eye contact. Despite the embarrassment, it sent chills down my spine, and I was completely turned on by then. We both dropped our eyes, and I could feel my ears going red.
Despite this, from that angle, I could notice a slight bulge in his trousers, and a smile flickered on my lips. He wants me just as much as I want him. We both ignored the moment, and he began asking me certain questions about my work experience.
Even though he was keeping it professional, I could feel him stealing a glance at my breasts. The thought of him undressing me with my eyes was enough to make me wet. I know he could see how hard my nipples were through my translucent shirt.
I decided to gamble upon my instincts. With a quick movement of my hand, I dropped my pen. I smirked and apologized for my clumsiness and bent down to grab it, with my ass facing him. I was taking my sweet time picking it up when I felt a hand over my shirt at the hook of my bra.
“I think we both can agree that this needs to come off,” he said in his authoritative voice. I instantly became weak on my knees. He held me up, took my hand, and picked me up to make me sit on his table. My stomach flipped in a weird somersault, and I was gasping for breath.
He kissed me squarely on my lips. There was a certain urgency in his kisses, and he kissed me like he hadn’t kissed anyone in a long time. I was breathless; I was so into the kiss that I had forgotten how to breathe. Meanwhile, his fingers were doing their magic and unbuttoning my shirt, one at a time.
His teeth pulled at my lower lip and dug into them. I don’t know how much time has passed. But I was gasping for air and yet wasn’t in the mind to pull apart. His hands were everywhere, feeling my hair and back without tearing away from me.
He kissed me like he had been hungry for me. It made me so wet that I was throbbing for his dick. Suddenly, he unhooked my bra, and then his hands moved slowly towards the front. He cupped my boobs with both his hands. “I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off these since you spilt water on your shirt.”
With that, he finally tore apart and put one of them into his mouth while gently massaging the other. It felt heavenly, and I couldn’t resist moaning. He sucked on my boobs one by one and pinched at my nipples. He took his sweet time playing with them, and I could see how much he enjoyed doing that.
I threw my head back in pleasure, and he took my hand and directed me to his chair. “That would be more comfortable for you, baby girl,” he said in that sexy voice of his. I had butterflies in my stomach. I couldn’t resist anymore, and I reached out and caressed the bulge in his pants.
He was kissing every inch of my body and was slowly making his way to my pants. My heart fluttered in anticipation like a piece of paper does against strong winds. At that time, I could want nothing more than this man’s dick inside of me. He took off my pants and underwear in one go and was in awe of my body.
His fingers felt how wet I was, and his eyes sparkled with pleasure. He instantly dropped to his knees and began kissing my thighs while rubbing my clit. I was crazy with pleasure, and I took his mouth and put it on my pussy. I whispered to him that I wanted him. He smiled and obliged, and he began licking my clit.
I never had oral before, and the feeling of his tongue on my clit made me moan at the top of my lungs. It felt ethereal. He was so good at it that I was close to orgasming. As though reading my body, he moved towards my pussy and spread my lips with his fingers and started licking my vagina.
By then, I was exploding with pleasure, and I had my orgasm. I was shivering with pleasure. I got off the chair, went on my knees, and undid his trousers. I stroked his rock-hard dick and began kissing it. From his moans, I knew I was doing it right. I took his entire cock in my mouth, and I knew he loved it.
One of his hands gripped the table for support. The other one held my hair in a ponytail, thrusting his massive dick into my mouth, pleading to take it all in. It was so huge that I gagged while having it in my mouth. He loved it and quickened his pace.
“Take it in, baby,” he said, “take it in like you have wanted to do that since the moment you walked inside.” I was surprised at how well he read me then. I was so fucking turned on by this man that I wanted to do anything to please him.
“Yes, sir,” I managed to speak while his dick was still inside my mouth.
“That’s right, you’ll call me sir because I am your fucking boss.”
He then held my shoulders and then, to my surprise, bent me over his desk and positioned himself to enter from behind. The moment his cock’s tip made contact with my vagina, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. I couldn’t stop moaning while he fucked me from behind.
He held my ass, and I knew he liked what he saw. He gave it hard spanks and asked me again in his authoritative voice.
“To whom does this ass belong to?”
“To you, sir.”
“That’s right, to me. Only to me. You get that?”
“Yes, sir.”
He pounded me hard and then took his dick out for a moment. He then turned me around and lifted me onto his table. He spread my legs and entered me again. We both wrapped our hands around each other and maintained eye contact.
It still sent chills in my whole body, and I didn’t want this to end. We kissed each other hungrily while he pounded me hard. I came again, and my body felt limp in his embrace.
“Can I cum inside of you?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I replied.
And he exploded in me. Despite the warmth in my vagina, my entire body shivered. We held each other for a while. His phone started ringing, and we broke off from our trance. He didn’t pick it up and gave me another kiss.
“Your resume seems promising. You look like a perfect candidate for the job.”
“Thank you, Sir,” was all that I could manage to say.
“But remember, you only work under me.”
“Yes, sir.”
We quickly got dressed, and his cum was oozing out of my vagina. He really enjoyed the sight. I could tell.
“Here, take this.,” he said, offering me his coat. “I don’t want anybody looking at what’s mine.”
I took the coat and wore it. I sniffed at it and could smell him all over again. I picked up my bag and accompanied him out of the office. I cannot wait to work under my new boss from tomorrow.
I hope you liked the story. Please give your valuable feedback in the comments and reach out to me at [email protected]. Stay tuned to know further updates about my wild affair with my hot new intern.