Big Bad Wolf - Sex Stories

Big Bad Wolf

Farrah is a television personality, author, musician, pornographic actress, and stripper. Age 23. Her agent faxed me her resume then called me to arrange a meeting. I agreed to meet with her, giving her agent the my office address to meet me. Farrah entered the office tower around 9 PM. Farrah stood there for a moment, feeling unsure about where she needed to go. She feels nervous and lost. She knows I'm watching her, I had seen her face before, but she has yet to see mine. The picture her agent had sent did not do her justice, and this became more apparent to me as my eyes lingered over her body. I thought she is beautiful: a young goddess. Her dark hair is pulled back at the base of her neck, not preened and pampered neatly, but instead, pinned loosely and provocatively, allowing certain pieces to hang free. Her face is attractive. Her eyes are big and innocent-looking as they search for me. I sent Manny my driver to bring her up to my office suite. She is shorter than me, barely over five feet tall. She has gorgeous curves packed in that 5 foot frame though. Well, being rejected by Playboy is their loss my gain. I finished tapping on a PADD and sat it down as I accessed the main computer core, I watched the information running up the screen for a moment then rubbed my eyes. Six hours of intense negoiations has worn on my mind, making me "desk numb," as many employees called it. I glance up to the door as it opens and smile as I see Farrah there, leaning back in my chair ...

... I said, " Benefit of working late number one..Nice to meet you." Farrah strolls in, already out of her clothes and smiling. " I couldn't turn down this meeting...meeting you is a pleasure." Farrah perched one hip on the desk across from me peering at my stack of work. " Though if you're -really- busy, I can come back later..." She looks up at me through lowered lashes and smiles suggestively. I smile up to her, letting my gaze travel the length of her body and finally settling on her eyes, I shook my head lightly, " No, that won't do..", I look down the length of her body, "..'cause I've got immediate plans for you." She slips off the desk and slowly walks around one end towards me, trailing one hand along the edge, " What...exactly...did you have in mind?" I grin as I turn my chair to face her, " At the moment?", my gaze rests on her hips, " I've got a long list..." She eyes me, looking deceptively relaxed and still as I lean backwards in my office chair. Farrah thought through a few possible ways to get those muscles flexing...and her eyes twinkling mischievously. My veiled offer is enough of an invitation for her. " Computer, lock the doors to this office and mute the chime." The computer chirps in compliance, as Farrah draws closer to me, nearly within arm's reach. She suddenly feels a hand covering her mouth from behind as she is pulled back against a thick, warm chest, her body jerks back hard, her ass instantly feeling the hard thick bulge pressing tight against her ...