The Spirit of Lust - Chapter 17: One more test before you're hired. (Patreon)

“I’ve seen the results. Now all I need is to see the process.” Her eyes turn feral. Her hunger oozing off her. “I need to see if you fuck as well as these pictures make me think you do. As Amelia says you do.” She licks her lips and starts unbuttoning her blazer.

‘Take the initiative. Make her yours before she makes you hers.’

Your shock at her words is overridden by your desires. Your lust is once again in overdrive. You want this woman, and you’re going to have her.

You stand up and walk up to her. You grab her wrist and pull her up. Mrs. Evans yelps but you silence any complaint she might have with a deep kiss.

She moans erotically and holds onto you tightly, wrapping her arms and leg around you after throwing her blazer away.

“Tell me, beautiful. Are you married?”

“I am.” She bites her lip. “I have a daughter, too.” She kisses you again, eagerly sucking on your tongue.

“Isn’t it wrong for you to cheat on your husband.” You ask as you lick her neck and sneak you hand below her skirt, finding her snatch and rubbing it through her panties.

“This is about work.” She groans in pleasure. “We agreed he has no say in how I do my job.”

“Does that mean I can have you all to myself?” You ask, nibbling her ear and yanking her panties down to allow your finger easy access to her mature pussy.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” She grins. “Show me how well you can fuck me. If you’re good, I might even make you my personal assistant.”

“Be careful with what you promise, ma’am.”

You take your hands to her ass then down to her thighs before you lift her up and sit her down on her desk.

“Ah! Oooh, so strong…!” She giggles.

You kneel in front of her and spread her legs as wide as you can, which is a lot, surprisingly. She’s quite flexible. Her pussy is humid, but not outright wet.

You hear an annoyed growl inside you.

Somehow, you take that as a personal offence. You lean in and run your tongue along the length of her slit, causing Mrs. Evans to scream at the sensation.

“Ooooh!”

You lap her intensely, relishing in the taste of a new woman. With every lick you feel yourself becoming more addicted.

“Oh my God…! Such a good tongue! Yes! Yes!” her body squirms above you and she holds your head for support.

‘Don’t let her take control!’

You try to back away from her, but she has you stuck in place. Her hands firmly pressing you against her cunt, urging you to please her.

Your groan and duck even further, almost making Mrs. Evans stumble forward. She gives you a thoroughly annoyed look as she asks “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Establishing the power dynamic, ma’am.” You say, standing up and unbuckling your belt. She stares intently as you reveal your cock to her.

The office has big windows. The blinds are up and this building is smaller than the one besides it, meaning someone could very well find you out. The thought only feeds your lust.

“Come on. Give it to me…!” Mrs. Evans orders with an authoritative growl.

“It seems you’re used to giving orders. What if I don’t give it to you?”

She narrows her eyes angrily. “Don’t you want the job!?” She snarls.

“Not necessarily.” You tell her casually, not answering to her hostility. You walk up, caress her cheek with one hand and kiss the other while you tease her pussy with your cock, the tip barely brushing against her labia.

“I’m confident in my skills. I could take my talents anywhere else. ALL my talents.” You slap your cock against her clit for emphasis, making Mrs. Evans shudder. 

You lovingly run your fingers through her long blonde hair, plant soft kisses along the edge of her lips and keep teasing her pussy. You hear her breathing getting heavier and faster against your ear.

“W-What do you want…?” She asks hesitantly.

‘You want her. Make her yours’

“I want you, Cynthia.” You growl. 

“You can have me.”

“No, sweetheart. I don’t mean just now. I want you whenever I want. When I say the word, you’re mine. When I call, you come.”

“I…” She swallows audibly. “My husband…”

“I’m not telling you to leave your husband. I will, however, make sure to win you over eventually; make you willingly choose me over him.”

You kiss her cheek many times as she processes what you told her.

‘She can’t resist you’

“All you have to do is tell me no, and I promise I will walk out that door and you won’t see me again.”

She struggles to come to a decision. She bites her lip as she looks from you, to the door and back to you with anxious eyes.

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 What’s her answer?