WARNING: This story is fiction, it's not real. It's just cheeky fun.
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LUCY PINDER NEEDS A JOB
Time had changed for Lucy Pinder. The once beloved 'Queen of Glamour' and 'Queen of Boobs' had fallen on hard times over the past decade. She was now over the age of 40 and struggling to get any kind of work that didn't involve OnlyFans. That was her previous avenue she went down in terms of a job. She didn't find enjoyment in it, remaining in her own lazy habits warranting accurate criticism to her work ethic. The upper class life was all she knew. Easy come, easy go.
Her body was still in top shape. When she worked on OnlyFans, Lucy proudly commented that her all natural breasts had grown to a G-cup. She didn't anticipate the barrage of demands that she get her tits out and do topless modelling again. That was something beneath her. Some called her arrogant for assuming she could make a living with tame modelling pics, but she didn't care. Easy come, easy go. It was her life and she was used to putting minimal effort into anything related to career.
It came crashing down when she needed to get a new job and had no where else to turn. She hated OnlyFans for the way people assumed she was a sex worker. Lucy felt she was more classy than that. She finally worked up the courage to go to a talent casting agency and apply for a job like any other average person.
There were many agencies across London. Lucy didn't pick a specific one. She filled out resumes to all and eventually got a call from a man named Jon who wanted to interview her. Lucy dressed up in a black top, matching mini skirt and high heels. She got her purse and then took a cab from her flat to the office building. Inside, she checked in and was told where to go for the interview.
Inside the room was a black couch across from a wooden desk where Jon sat. He was a young man in his thirties wearing a suit, quick to meet Lucy at the door and shake her hand.
"Hi there, happy you could make it, Miss. Pinder. I'm Jon and it's a pleasure to meet you on this fine day," he said as he shook her hand. She returned the smile, "it's nice to meet you too. Please call me Lucy, when someone says Miss. Pinder it makes me feel old," she chuckled at her own joke to begin the conversation. This led to some small talk before she walked to the couch and had a seat while he got behind his desk and sat down in the big leather chair.
Jon looked at Lucy's portfolio with a smug smile, then looked at her ample chest. If he was eyeballing her to make sure it really was her, his eyes were not mistaken. Lucy smiled as he began the interview. "So, Lucy. I looked over your resume and did a quick google search before you got here."
"I take it that means you recognise me. Since you looked me up online you already know who I am," Jon nodded with a grin. "Oh yeah, I remember you very fondly from back in the day. You were the crown jewel of lads mags. It was nice to look at some of those pics again online, I must say."
Blushing at his words, she smiled and chuckled, "I should've expected to be recognised."
"It's nothing personal. You were once a well known name. So what brings you here looking for a job? Anything particular that you want to do?"
Lucy took a deep breath and then blew it out, looking up at the ceiling as she started talking, "I don't know. I guess I'm looking for any kind of work. I'm done modelling and not really doing anything in entertainment. I guess I'm looking for an office job or something basic like that."
"Many agents around this building could use secretaries. Do you have a problem with being a personal assistant?" She shook her head, "no, that would be fine."
"Good. But I need to make sure you're motivated about working, Lucy," he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. She laughed at his question. "How far would you be willing to go to secure a job here?" Jon asked.
"I'm not sure what you mean," Lucy replied with a little grin. Jon raised his head, "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about."
Clearing his throat, he continued. "How desperate are you in need of a stable source of income? I must admit, it's sad to see a woman of your beauty has fallen on hard times."
Lucy leaned forward, her breasts threatening to spill from her top as she responded, "I'm all ears to any suggestions you have, Jon."
His smug smile grew wider. He knew exactly what she was implying with her body language starting to heat things up. "Well, I'm sure we could work something out." He sat back and moved his right hand over a part of his desk, hiding a button. "How bad do you want this job, Lucy?"
Taking a deep breath, she let out the air and responded with a nod, "bad enough to prove it." Her words sealed the deal. Jon smiled and pressed the button under his hand. It quietly locked the office doors. No one would be interrupting them, nor would she be leaving without the job.
"Do you want it bad enough that you're willing to get your tits out?" His question was straight to the point, no more beating around the bush. Lucy sighed, "I mean, everyone has already seen them before. I imagine you've seen them several times."
"In the old mags, yeah. I have and they were beautiful. But I want to see them in person."
Lucy took a deep breath and sighed heavily. She knew where this was going, leaving her to think to herself that she should've guessed it would come down to something like this. Still willingly to go the distance out of desperation for this job, she unbuttoned her top and carefully pulled it off, revealing her massive, busty chest in a black bra.
"Without the bra," Jon commented.
Lucy paused, looking at him with slight annoyance that washed away any surprise from his words. She quitely reached behind her and unclipped the bra, letting her G-cup breasts fall out into the open. The fabric had been holding them up tightly, and now they spilt out, bouncing slightly as the bra touched the floor.
"My god..." Jon had to do a double-take, blinking his eyes. "They're huge. Even bigger than I remember," Lucy nodded, remaining silent as she pressed her hands against her tits and pushed them together, modelling her chest for him.
"Stand up," his voice was now clearly ordered her. Lucy got up from the couch, standing across his desk. "Remove your skirt now."
She sighed, feeling the rush of her heartbeat. Lucy had crossed the point of no return. Too late to back out now as she went along with him. She slid her fingers under the waistband of her skirt and pushed it down her long legs, revealing a matching black thong. Jon noticed, nodding in approval, "now the thong."
Lucy stepped out of her skirt, loudly stomping her high heels and slid her thumbs into the side of her thong, letting it fall to her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside, now standing in front of him in only her high heels. Lucy panted her hands on her hips, striking a pose as if she were standing in front of a camera for a photo shoot. Jon had successfully undressed Britain's most legendary glamour model all from the command of his voice. Never did she show off her cunt when modelling. Jon saw the fresh mound of pretty pink folds and a small landing strip of dark hair above the clit. The only sounds heard in the room was their breathing. When Lucy turned to the side, she could feel his eyes studying her body. She didn't wait for the order to turn around. She did so, giving him the view of her arse.
"Very good, you've taken great care of your body over the years. You can have a seat now," Lucy sighed as she returned to the couch, sitting down naked.
"Is all this necessary for a secretary job?" She asked.
Jon smirked, "It's all part of the interview, yes. Secretaries spend much of their time in this building on their hands and knees sucking cock. When they're naked, they're usually getting fucked." He was blunt, giving her a hint of things to come with the work that awaited her.
"There's a reason I'm not lying to you," Jon sat up in his chair. He gazed across the desk as she fondled her breasts. He pointed at her legs, gesturing at her to spread them so he could see her snatch again. "You're going to need to show me more than just your tits and arse. Can you handle duties on the job? You have to show me that you have some skills. That means sucking my cock right here, right now."
Her eyes went wide for a moment, but she complied, nodding quietly. Lucy had already made up her mind minutes ago. Jon got up from his chair and walked around the desk. She slid off the couch and onto her knees before his desk where he stood. He unbuckled his belt and pulled out his hardening cock. "Go ahead, show me what you can do," he urged her as she reached for his cock and took it into her hands. Lucy stroked it slowly, looking up at him with her big brown eyes. He reached down and pushed his pants further down so he could step out of them while she blew her breath across the head of his cock.
Her soft, pink lips parted and she took him into her mouth. His cock was average. Not too thick, and not long enough to make this a challenging blowjob. Lucy had sucked far bigger and meaty cocks in the past. She bobbed her head back and forth, taking him in deeper and deeper until she thought she'd gag. But Lucy didn't. Smaller cocks were easier to suck, so she closed her eyes and continued while he moaned. Jon couldn't believe he had one of the most sought after women in the country on her knees blowing him. Lucy took him back out of her mouth, sucking all of his cock and then pulling back. She removed it from her mouth and gripped it, squeezing hard as she wanked it.
"How am I doing?" She asked, still wanking his dick. Jon nodded, "You're doing well," he replied while stroking her had. When Lucy pushed his cock back into her mouth, he had a new order, "no hands. Just your mouth."
Her eyes widened slightly as she listened and obeyed. She had done this before. Lucy took his cock back in, using only her mouth and tongue to pleasure him. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder. The sounds of her mouth slurping could be heard with his soft moans. Jon planted his hands down on her head, holding her in place. He began to thrust, fucking her mouth while she sucked all of his cock. Her breasts wobbled until she put her hands on them. Lucy shut her eyes and took the mouth fucking without any gagging or choking. The saliva started to dribble down her chin as she went deeper and faster, making sure he enjoyed every second of her cock sucking expertise.
Jon pulled her hair, forcing his dick out of her mouth and making her look at him. The strands of drool were dangling from her chin, "wipe your chin."
Without missing a beat, Lucy used the back of her hand to wipe the saliva away, a silent nod of obedience. Jon gripped her hair tightly, refusing to let go. He noticed her other hand holding one of her tits. It gave him the idaea to grip his shaft from the base and guide it over her nipple. He tilted her head down, making sure she saw him rubbing his cock against one of her tits. Lucy moaned, holding her tits together so he could rub his dick against both of them. Jon pushed it down the middle, hinting at what he wanted.
"You do know how to give titwanks, right?"
Without waiting for her response, Jon slid his cock through her G-cup breasts seeing that she was already holding them together. Lucy nodded, moaning at the feeling of his cock buried between her tits. She had done this many times before, but it had been a long time since she had been so...at someone's mercy. She began to stroke her breasts around his shaft, moving them up and down to fuck his cock. Jon cried out as his cock glided against her soft tit flesh. "Ohhhhhh, yeah. Fuck..."
He tugged her hair harder as a way of reminding her who was in control. She watched as her breasts pumped up and down, fucking his cock. Jon let go of her hair, leaving Lucy to do all the work. Lucy picked up the pace, her tits bouncing with every stroke. She looked up at him, smiling. The head of his cock was now peeking out from the top of her cleavage, glistening with her saliva from the sucking. Lucy lowered her head, watching his cock slip between her tits and disappear, then the head peek back up. Jon reached for her chin, tilting her head back up to make her look at him again.
"You like that, don't you?" He smirked. Lucy nodded, "as a matter of fact, yes. It feels wonderful, doesn't it?" Jon nodded. She was turned on by the dynamic of control and power he held over her. She had always enjoyed being in submissive positions with the right kind of man who knew how to entice her. It was a thrill she hadn't felt in years. Lucy thought about that as she continued to work her tits up and down, fucking his cock hard and slow. "You're doing great. I always assumed you knew how to work your tits from seeing you get them out years ago," he praised her, tracing her jawline with his thumb. "But I think it's time we moved to some real fucking."
Lucy stopped pumping her tits. Jon pulled his cock from her cleavage and then walked to the couch where he sat down. She turned to face him, still on her knees. "Get up and get on top," he commanded her.
She nodded, crawling towards him and then standing up. Jon helped Lucy as she bent her left knee and climbed atop, stradling him. She reached for his cock and rubbed it against the wet folds of her snatch. He rested his back as she slowly lowered herself down, sending his cock into her tight pussy. They moaned together as his hands grabbed hold of her large breasts, squeezing them hard.
He didn't take a glance at her pussy. Jon was too distracted her boobs. Lucy had to wonder what was going through his mind. He clearly knew who she was the minute she stepped into his office. Jon had undressed her all from his voice alone and now he had her breasts in his face. He smothered himself, making her mouth as he licked and sucked on her boobs. His hands pulled them apart, rubbing them against his cheeks. She moaned she began to ride him. Her hips rocked back and forth, her pussy taking him deep inside her, rocking at a slow pace.
She had missed this, the feeling of a man inside her, even if it was just for the benefits of earning a job. She had missed the power exchange. Jon raised his head from her breasts and pinched her nipples hard. He tugged at them and made her boobs slap together. Lucy looked down at him and raised her arms, putting her hands behind her back to make a submissive gesture at him.
"You have the most perfect tits I have ever seen. I was obsessed with them years ago." Lucy moaned at him, "and now you're having them today." He squeezed them hard after she said that. His hands roamed her body, feeling her curves as she began to bounce up and down on his cock. Lucy moaned loudly, making him fear she was close to her orgasm already. Jon wasn't ready for this to end. Time for a new position, "get up, babe. Get up and stand."
It had been so long since she felt alive like this. Besides a job, maybe a good shagging was what she needed to get her head in order. Lucy took a second to catch her breath before moving off him. His dick slipped out of her hot cunt and she stood in front of him. Jon got up, pointing at his desk. "Bend over the desk," he told her as he stood up and walked behind her. She bent over his desk, placing her hands on the top. It made sense that he would want to fuck her over his desk as an ego boost. Lucy looked over her left shoulder to see him behind her arse. She reached back with her left hand, pulling her arse cheek apart. Jon grabbed her arm tightly as he used his other hand to slide his cock into her pussy. She moaned out to him, raising her head.
"That's it, babe. That's it," he began to thrust forward, slowly fucking her. Lucy's giant breasts shook, rubbing against his desk. "You have the job now, Lucy. As soon as we're done, you can sign your papers. But first, I want to make you cum."
Her eyes closed and she leaned into the desk, letting out a deep moan. The friction of his cock inside her and her breasts against the cold wood was surprisingly delightful. Lucy moaned. Jon was taking his sweet time while he fucked her. It made her wonder if this was how he fantasised about doing her throughout the years. Did he have it planned? Or was this his style of handling a woman? She couldn't move her hand off her arse cheek with his arm holding her hard. Lucy moaned, feeling herself drawing closer as his cock was pushing in and out of her pussy. She wailed loud cries of pleasure.
"Are you going to cum for me, Lucy?" She looked from her shoulder at him, nodding with a cry, "Yes, I'm almost there!"
Jon's grip tightened as he picked up the pace, pounding her harder against the desk. His other hand reached for her right breast that was jiggling from underneath. He squeezed it, mashing his palm against her soft skin, "cum for me, Lucy!"
Her pussy clenched around him as she felt the wave of pleasure crash over her. Her knees shook and she let out a long, low moan as she spread her legs further. He didn't slow down. He didn't stop. He just kept fucking her. Lucy felt the heat building in her core again, a second orgasm just seconds out of reach. "Jon, I'm... I'm... I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!!"
"Good, good," he grunted in response, his breaths growing heavy and uneven. The slap of skin on skin grew louder as he picked up his pace, his cock plunging into her like a piston, rapidly going back and forth. "Cum again, Lucy! Cum hard!," his voiced strained as he reached for her hair, snatching up a tight grip and pulling her head upward.
Her eyes flew open at the sudden jerk of his hand and the overwhelming pleasure building within her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the second orgasm took over her body. It was so intense that she had to brace herself against the desk, her breasts slapping the top with each thrust. She could feel the desk moving slightly from the force of his hips. "Oh! Fuck!" Jon grunted. She expected him to pull out but he didn't. Lucy gasped as she felt the warm blitz of his cum filling her up.
It had been so many years since she had felt the warmth of a man's cum flowing inside her. She felt him pulse and twitch, releasing his spunk into her as Jon tried to catch his breath. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she felt one final thrust of his cock. Lucy believed Jon was claiming her. This was one way for the man to put his mark on her as his future secretary away from the other men in the building. Her pussy was all his, owned by him. He pulled his cock out of her pussy and finally let go of her hair and arm.
Lucy turned around and knelled before him. She held his cock in her hand, bringing it to her lips to polish the head. She sucked her own juices from it, moaning softly as she cleaned him with her lips. "You can swallow it," he offered. Lucy nodded, taking his entire cock into her mouth and deepthroating it once before letting it slide out. She took him out of her mouth and let it slap her face before taking it back in again. Her eyes looked up at him as she sucked the head. When she pulled it out of her mouth, she spit on the head.
"You're hired, secretary Pinder."
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