Gisele's Story - Sex Stories

Gisele's Story

... All dresses, all were short, sexy, and tight. White, purple, blue, black, red, pink, were the various colors. She even bought me matching shoes. Turning around in a skin tight, silvery-gray dress in the store, Devin nodded her head at me. “I think you’ll fit in just fine at Elite Magazine,” she told me. “Are you sure? These dresses aren’t exactly professional. I want to make a good impression,” I told her. “Oh don’t worry about that dear,” Devin said, taking a step closer to me, glancing to my cleavage, her fingers combing through my hair. “I have a feeling, with this internship, you’ll make a VERY good impression.” Not questioning what she meant, deep down knowing, we headed back to the office. I did some filing for Devin, along with sitting in on a meeting. Before I left for the day, I stopped by the restroom. Pausing at the door, I heard something very interesting. I slowly opened the door, seeing Jennifer’s red hair up above a closed stall. I could make out Fat Rob’s face, grunting, grinning. He was bouncing Jennifer up and down. I closed the bathroom door, walking back to my cube, knowing that she was straddling him in the stall. “Wow,” I whispered. “This is what this place is like.” With each passing day, I would learn more and more about the culture at Elite Magazine. ***** Later that night, I called Ian, telling him of my first day. I left out all the sexual details, only going over the mundane things. I went to bed with thoughts of my first day on my mind. I ...

... thought about seeing Jennifer’s head above the bathroom stall, with Fat Rob standing up, bouncing her on his cock. I imagined her riding a black guy that night, some guy named TJ. I thought about Fat Rob meeting those two big butt models at their hotel room and having a three way with them just like the other male model, Rodney, did earlier in the day. I recalled Devin arriving at my cube, her hair a mess after hanging out with Rodney and the two models. The women at this place, Elite Magazine, all seemed to prefer black men. I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I’d join in on, what seemed to be, loads of fun. Maybe they didn’t allow interns to experience the magazine’s “culture.” Perhaps one had to be an employee first. I slid my hand into my pajama shorts, I moaned, slowly rubbing my clit, closing my eyes. I normally thought of Ian when I masturbated. But this time I imagined myself having sex with a black guy in the bathroom at Elite Magazine. I had a feeling this internship would be one I would never forget. Chapter 4 The days that followed were more of the same. I wore my new dresses and shoes. Fat Rob, when he was actually in the office, gave me compliments, always ending them with “Miss Gisele.” He called every woman there “Miss” followed by their first name. It was cute and flirtatious, but I knew why he did it. He was sleeping with, from what I could tell, every woman there. I saw a few wedding rings on a few fingers too. I saw one when I walked in on him and ...