The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the city. Ms. Covington, a tall and statuesque woman, stepped out of her office building, her heels clicking against the pavement. She was dressed impeccably in a tailored pantsuit, her hair pulled back into a tight bun. She was in a reflective mood as she walked towards her car, her mind wandering back to the day's events.
Inside the building, a young man sat nervously on the edge of his seat. This was his second interview for the job he had coveted since graduation. Ms. Covington was well-known for her "fringe benefits" as a supervisor, and he knew that if he were to land this job, he would be expected to go above and beyond his duties.
As he waited, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He was usually quite shy around new people, and the thought of working so closely with Ms. Covington was intimidating to say the least. He tried to calm his nerves by running through some of the interview questions in his head, but it did little to ease his anxiety.
Finally, Ms. Covington returned, her demeanor more stern than before. She ushered him into her office, closing the door behind them. She took a seat behind her desk and motioned for him to sit in front of her. He did so, his heart pounding in his chest.
"I'm sensing some shyness from you, young man," she said, raising an eyebrow. "I hope that won't interfere with your job performance and ability to please me." She leaned forward, grabbing his chin and holding it firmly in place. "Understand?"
He nodded, swallowing hard. He knew that this job meant everything to him, and he would do whatever it took to prove himself worthy.
"Good," she said, releasing his chin. "Now, I want you to stand up and come around to my side of the desk."
He did as he was told, a knot forming in his stomach. As he rounded the desk, he saw that she had placed a collar and leash on her desk. His heart sank; he knew what this meant.
"Kneel down in front of me," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority.
He knelt, his hands shaking as he lowered his head. She placed the collar around his neck, fastening it tightly. Then she attached the leash to the collar, giving it a gentle tug to ensure it was secure.
"This isn't just for show, you know," she said, her voice a low rumble. "You're competing against other candidates, and whoever can make me cum the most will get the job."
He felt a wave of fear wash over him, but also an odd sense of excitement. He had never done anything like this before, but the thought of pleasing her was intoxicating.
She leaned back in her chair, watching him intently. "Now, show me just how much cum you can make."
With trembling hands, he reached for her skirt, his fingers shaking as he slowly began to pull it up her thighs. He could feel her warmth radiating towards him, and the scent of her arousal was overwhelming. He continued to inch up her skirt, his heart racing with anticipation.
When her panties finally came into view, he paused, taking a deep breath. He knew this was where the real test began. Slowly, he lowered his head, breathing in her unique scent. He saw her shift slightly in her seat, and he knew she was growing impatient.
Without further ado, he pressed his tongue against her slit, feeling her wetness coat his tongue. He began to lap at her, his movements growing bolder and more confident with each passing second. He could feel her hips begin to thrust forward, her moans of pleasure filling the room.
As he worked, he felt a surge of pride wash over him. He was pleasing her, and it felt incredible. He continued to lap at her, his tongue working in tandem with his fingers as he explored every inch of her wetness.
Finally, he heard her cry out, her hands gripping the edges of her desk. He felt her inner walls pulse around his tongue, and he knew she had cum. He pulled back, looking up at her with a mix of pride and humility.
"Very good," she said, her voice still shaking with pleasure. "You're hired."
