It's a monstrous climax, and I milk it completely, forgetting everything else as my seed empties onto her beautiful face, her nose, her cheek, her chin, her mouth, her lips... She opens her eyes after the fact, and I can't tell how she's going to react.
"...you watch too much porn," she tells me.
"I'm... sorry? Got swept in the moment."
"It's all right. Kleenex?"
Instantly, my hand reaches for the box and I hand it to her. She starts wiping my spunk off her face. She doesn't seem dissatisfied at what we just did. Rather, I see a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth - even if that last part, spraying her face, may have been much. She looks back down between my legs, pushing me back, getting down to her knees.
"Let me clean you up, boss," she says.
She swallows me again, using her tongue to wipe the remaining cum off my shaft. I just came, but I'm still hard - perhaps because she's so quickly back on my dick.
"Wow! Keep going..."
She does, for a while at least. It's no good for now. I came too hard - I'm all spent. Still, feeling her warm lips on my cock is just the incentive I need to know I made the right choice hiring her.
"You and I will definitely be spending more time together, Olivia."
"Of course, Melody. Or is it boss?"
"Melody is fine. Get up."
I help her get to her feet, and then I kiss her. She seems reluctant to trade tongue with me, so I don't insist. I can still see her chest panting; I gave her a good ride and she's still recovering.
"...does the rest of the staff know?"
"Actually, as I said before," I reply, "most of them have their turn with me every so often. It's not a... regular schedule. But at least once a week, to keep my body familiar with yours."
"Ok... and... how many hours a week?"
"With your talent? Full-time, for you."
"At three times the basic pay? Can you afford it?"
"I certainly can..."
We are rich. We pay our employees above the basic cost of life because we can and we care. I also pay them high because I like keeping my employees. I like keeping the people I fuck close to me, if I can.
That was a typical interview for me with an atypical girl. Having a Caucasian lady - Olivia Turner, mmmmm, her name rolls off the tongue - in the staff will help broaden our international appeal. And I certainly won't get bored with her. She's very receptive to sex.
"So... where do I start?" she asks me.
"Right here... why don't you clean my office for now. I'll get you some nice clothes to put on, and then, I'll show you around, introduce you to the team."
"All right."
She looks around, wondering what she can do to clean up my office. She sees the torn condom on the ground and picks it up.
"Where do you...?"
"Just the regular wastebasket. There's no point in hiding them. Everybody in here knows how I roll..."
She smiles shyly. She'll get along just fine with everybody else.
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End of Chapter 1
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Next: Chapter 2 - Making the Rounds
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