Sex Genie: Pleasing My Master 194 I Lost Track Of Time

"Is this real?" He croaked, still looking around.

"Mr. Willow? Are you okay?" Grace caught his attention once more, still wearing that shy smile.

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"It's okay, Master. Just go with the fantasy," her words imprinted on his mind, letting him relax a little more. It was enough to catch his breath and begin to play along in return.

"Err yes," he responded finally, fiddling with something on his desk. "I had just forgotten that your interview was right now."

"Oh my gosh, do I have the right time?" She asked, looking down to the watch on her wrist. "I thought our interview was at 1 pm!" Her playful nervousness was equal parts endearing and arousing.

"Yes, it is. I just lost track of time. Please sit down, Ms..?"

"Ms. Martin," Grace smiled, coyly, before coming over to his chair and sitting down right on his lap.

"Ms. Martin?" Stephen asked, looking at her sitting so closely. His face was practically inches away from her generous cleavage. "Do you always start your interviews off so... personally?"

"Not usually, Mr. Willow," Grace giggled. "But for this position, I figured it couldn't hurt my chances."

"And just what position did you think you were interviewing for?" Stephen labored, unable to meet her eyes without breaking contact with her incredible bust.

Grace lowered her head, her lips slightly parting, "Why isn't this position to be your personal s.e.x secretary? A s.e.xcretary, if you will? Available to you anytime, any place, and always willing to suck you, f.u.c.k you, take you in any hole and drain you dry?"

Stephen gulped hard, earning a throaty laugh from Grace. d.a.m.n, she was good, he thought.

"Yes, of course," he recovered, finally meeting her eye contact. His senses were on overload, and he was starting to poke her skirt covered rear end with his erection. Or rather, poke where her skirt should have been. Currently, it was bunched up around her waist, and a quick glance down told him that he had been correct about the sighting of pink he had seen earlier. She was wearing a pink g-string thong to complete the ensemble.

"I so hope I can convince you to hire me," grinned Grace, before reaching back to unclip her hair, while shaking loose her long, light brown tresses. The erotic visual of seeing her hair framing her entire face put more steel in his erection. Grace's arms settled on their usual spot on top of his shoulders. Her skin felt warm, her touch electric.

"What makes you think that you're qualified for this position?" Stephen managed, forming some measure of composure to play along.

"Oh, I'm so glad you asked, Mr. Willow," she grinned, while reaching down to undo the lone b.u.t.ton on her blazer. It sprung open upon release, releasing her pink colored blouse and generous cleavage for better view. "I'm very enthusiastic, and a quick learner. Not to mention, I absolutely love having a c.o.c.k inside my mouth and p.u.s.s.y at all times."

Stephen choked a little, surprised at her candor. She certainly was laying it on thick, and that mischievous twinkle in her eye was back in full force.