".....And I'd really like this opportunity to
work for Amicorp." the young dark skinned woman
said as she finished her presentation.

Henry Morrison sat back in his chair, taking the
time to reexamine the application on the desk in
front of him. Patricia Brown, age 18. Senior
class honors, various other school awards.

Every year, Amicorp had open admissions for their
intern program. The final selection came down to
the result of a personal interview with one of
the various department managers. Or so it
usually went. In reality, the chore was
considered a total waste of a day and a smart
manager usually passed it off to one of his
subordinates. On this, the last day of the
interviews, it had been passed off to Henry
Morrison.

Patricia Brown was the eleventh of twelve planned
interviews and she was turning out to be a
pleasant surprise. Having already chosen three of
the four winners, the 44 year old assistant
manager was going to have no problem picking
Patricia as number four.

As was his usual practice when he drew this duty,
Henry had scheduled all the female applicants for
the afternoon session. If nothing else, he got
to sit back and enjoy the attention of a few
sweet young things. The slightly balding
assistant manager had never really been a winner
with the ladies, having married the only girl he
ever really dated in high school. With the
honeymoon phase of his marriage having ended many
years before, he actually looked forward to these
little indulgences.

It was a great surprise that he actually found
someone who was more than qualified. He have
been more than willing to trade that for one of
his afternoon delights.

Not that Patricia was hard on the eyes. In fact,
he was sure that if she wanted, the pretty young
woman could've pursued a modeling career. She
had a lithe, tight body with small but firm
breasts. Her charcoal black facial features were
equally small but crafted as if by an artist.

"Well this certainly is an impressive
application." Henry said as he closed the
folder. "But as I'm sure you understand we have
to review the qualifications of all the
candidates before making a final decision."
"Of course." Patricia said with a cheerful
smile. "I'd like to again thank you for your
time and hope to hear from you soon."

Henry reached under the top of his desk and
pressed a small button. That is turn set off a
small flashing light on the desk clock on the
receptionists desk. It was a usefully tool for
cutting bad interview short or as was in this
case simply letting Mrs. Carvey know he was ready
for the next meeting.

In response, the door opened and the 52 year old
receptionist walked in, another manila folder in
her hand. As she walked around the large wooden
desk, Patricia again thanked them for their time
and rose to exit.

As she walked out, Henry couldn't help but notice
the great way her skirt hugged the outline of her
tight little ass. In fact, it so held his
attention that he didn't realize that he had
risen ever so slightly out of his seat to get a
better look.

Had Patricia turned around, she wouldn't even
have noticed from her vantage point. Mrs. Carvey
on the other hand couldn't help but see him rise
and the disapproving look on her face gave her
opinion of his action.

"Geez, that's just what I need." Henry thought.
"Old fuss and bolts making some complaint that I
was ogling one of the applicants."

He ran his hand through his thinning sandy hair
for a few seconds and then got an inspiration.
He glanced up at the clock on the wall and saw
that it was quarter after four.

"You know Mrs. Carvey," he said in a normal
tone, ignoring her hostile look. "We're almost
through for the day. Why don't I wrap up the
paperwork on these last two interviews myself and
you just take off early."

Elizabeth Carvey didn't have to be asked twice.
She quickly agreed and dropped the folder on his
desk. Quickly moving for the door, she was
almost out it before Henry could ask her to send
in the last girl before she left.

Opening the folder he was surprised to find it
contained only the single sheet of the
application form. No letters of reference, so
resume, no writing samples....nothing.

The sound of footsteps entering the room told him
Mrs. Carvey had wasted no time sending in the
last young lady and making a quick getaway.
Quickly, Henry scanned the slim information
before him.

Janet Parker, 19. That was it except for address
and phone number. A little confused, Henry
looked up and got his first real good look at
Miss Janet Parker.

Or rather at Miss Parker's rather impressive 38DD
chest. Which was all he first noticed when he
lifted his eyes and saw the tall mahogany hued
woman standing in front of his desk. It took a
few seconds for his focus to expand, but ever so
slowly he began to take in other features.

First he became aware of the open denim blouse
that Janet wore over the skin tight tank top. A
very low cut top that clung so tightly to her
breasts that he could easily see the four inch
halos around her nipples.

His next impression was of gold, lots of it.
Five gold rings, three on one hand and two the
other. Add to that several gold bracelets, two
necklaces and large double ringed earrings. The
final piece was a gold overlay of one of her
front teeth.

"You Morrison?" she asked.
"Yes." he answered, thinking that this was
definitely going to the interview of the day.
"Well, I'm here for one of those intern
positions." Janet said as she put her hands on
the waistband of her ever so short skirt. "Where
do I sign up?"
"Well it's not that simple." Henry said in turn.
"Why don't you just take a seat and tell me why
you think you qualify for this job."

With a shrug of her shoulders, she took off the
dark sunglasses she'd been wearing and took a
seat.

Henry listened in silent amusement as the girl
went on for the next ten minutes on why she
should be one of the new interns. Based on her
presentation, he'd think twice about even hiring
her to stand behind the counter of a fast food
place.

Again glancing up at the wall clock, Henry
decided to give her another five minutes before
sending her on her way. Not that he minded
staring at those bodacious ta ta's a little
longer. Definitely the best tits of the day.
That was if the stiff cock in his pants were to
be used as an indicator.

The minute hand finally reached half past four
and Henry moved to bring the interview to a
close.

"Well I'm afraid I have to be honest, Miss
Parker," Henry said, trying to cushion the blow.
After all, he really wasn't a bad guy. "But
there's only one opening left and I'm afraid the
young lady who preceded you is somewhat more
qualified."
"Oh really?" Janet said somewhat sarcastically.
"I'm afraid so." he replied. "Unless you have
some other hidden assets that you haven't
mentioned.
"Sure, I've got other assets." Janet said with a
grin. "In fact the recruiter who put me in for
this program seemed very interested it them."
"I don't understand," Henry said as he again
lifted the single sheet from the folder. "I don't
see any letter of recommendation or....."
"Well it's not exactly the type of thing you can
put down on paper." she said as she got up and
leaned over the desk, giving Henry an unrivaled
look down the deep valley between her brown
breasts. Her hands pressed flat against the shiny
surface and she practically crawled closer to the
still seated Henry.
"I have ... the tightest ... little black ass
... you are ever going to ever see." she said
in a slow deliberate voice. "And given the
chance I'll pump that cock of yours so dry you
won't be able to fuck again for a week!"
"What?" Henry said in shock, unable to believe
what he had just heard.
"What about it?" Janet said as she slid over
the desk so that she was now sitting on the edge
next to Henry. "Ever fuck a black girl before?"
"Young lady, I'm going to have to ask you to
leave this instant." the still startled older
man said, his defensive reflex kicking in..
"Your mouth says one thing but that bulge in your
pants says something else." Janet added in a
seductive voice as she reached down and placed
the palm of her hand on his clothed covered cock.

The sudden pressure of her fingers against his
most private parts killed what ever words that
had begun to form in his throat. His mouth
opened but he was struck mute.

"Don't I have a beautiful mouth?" Janet asked as
she brought her face only a few inches from his.
"Don't you think it would feel nice wrapped
around that pretty hard cock?"

Henry was quickly loosing control. It was one
thing to sit there and fantasize about having sex
with these girls, it was something else to have
one suddenly offer it to him. The sight of her
tongue gliding out from her mouth and across her
bright red lips was almost enough to send him
across the edge.

"Is this your wife?" Janet asked as she picked
up the framed photo on the edge of the desk.
"I'll bet she doesn't suck your cock, does she?
And I'm positive that she's never let you
butt-fuck her."
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" Henry frantically
thought as she again applied pressure to his
captive cock.

The pressure abruptly faded as Janet suddenly
withdrew her hand and grabbed both of her
breasts, squeezing them hard. Her thick nipples
pressed though the thin material and long red
tipped fingers pressed against them.

"You like my tits, don't you?" she asked as she
bounced the large jugs. "I bet you'd like to
see them, wouldn't you?"

Not even realizing he was doing it, Henry nodded
his acknowledgment. He was hooked. Parts of his
mind called out for him to flee, but an erotic
paralysis held him in place.

"Well feast your eyes on these jewels." Janet
said triumphantly as she grabbed the bottom on
her tank top and pulled it up and over her
mammoth mounds. Freed of their restriction, they
bounced only inches from Henry's face.

"Why don't you take a little taste, honey pie."
she commanded as she grabbed the back of his head
and pressed the long thick nipple into Henry's
willing mouth.

"Mmmm, not bad." Janet cooed as she felt his
tongue play with her offering.
"Uh uh" He tried to respond, his words muffled
by the girlflesh.
"Suck it baby, suck on my tits." she repeated.

Still holding the back of his head pressed
tightly against her breast, Janet reached down
and undid his pants. Pulling down his boxer
shorts, she caused his hard cock to springs free
into the open air, bringing a much needed relief
to Henry.

Running her long brown fingers up and down the
length of his full six inches, Janet pushed his
face to her other breast. A wide smile covered
her face, party due to the ministrations of
Henry's tongue, partly due to her satisfaction at
Henry's turning out to be just one more man she
could manipulate with her hot dark flesh.

"I'll bet that skinny bitch who was here before
me gave you a hard on, didn't she?" she said as
she continued to stroke his cock. "Did you
picture her naked on your desk here, her legs
spread wide in invitation?"

Henry by now was totally under the ebony girl's
erotic control. She had reached into his very
soul and plucked forth his deepest fantasies. He
had never discussed them with anyone, least of
all his wife. Janet was quite correct when she
doubted his wife's interest in either oral or
anal sex. Their twice monthly foray into the
monotony of the missionary position was all that
she would sanction. He was so much under her
spell that even if Mrs. Carvey were to suddenly
reappear, he'd be unable to resist the siren's
call.

Janet abruptly pulled Henry's face away from her
chocolate ambrosia and replaced her wet nipples
with her equally moist lips. She forced her
tongue between his lips, filling his mouth with
the heat of her passion.

Janet could also feel the heat of his own lust in
the base of the hard cock she now cradled in her
hand. A tight experienced grip held what she
knew would be a torrid of hot cum in check.

Again she offered her large mounds to him and
just as eagerly as before the 44 year old
accepted them.

For long minutes, Henry devoured Janet's breasts,
covering them with kisses. His shirt and tie had
been undone in the tryst that followed as Janet
stoked the hairs of his flabby chest. She also
continued her hold on his cock, letting it grow
just soft enough so that he was no longer in
danger of shooting too soon.

"Lean back lover," Janet said as she eased him
back onto the chair. "Mama's gonna make you feel
real nice."

The young woman dropped to her knees in front of
him and took his cock into her mouth. As the
wetness of her thick lips engulfed him, Henry
fell into a pit of passion. With careful strokes
of her tongue she brought him again and again to
the point of release, then suddenly stopped short
of orgasm. Henry hadn't had a blow job since his
little brother's bachelor party some two years
ago. That hooker had been an amateur compared to
the 19 year old now sucking his manhood. Don't
stop," he said as he drifted in estacy, "Oh God
please don't ever stop."

Janet deep throated him again, taking all six
inches into her mouth. He was as hard as he
could be, and soon even her practiced hand
wouldn't be able to keep him from exploding.

"Have you ever butt-fucked a woman, Henry?" she
asked in a deep sexy voice. "Have you ever
filled a woman's ass with this big beautiful
cock?"

Henry didn't answer but the answer was obviously
no. It had been hard enough convincing a the few
women he'd slept with to spread their legs for a
normal fuck, the possibility of getting them to
spread her cheeks was near impossible.

"I'd much rather fuck your pussy." he said in a
moment of audacity, reaching under her skirt and
brushing his hand against her pantiless crotch.

With a loud slap, Janet hit his offending hand
with her own. The force she used was enough to
make his hand sting.

"Hands off the pussy!" she shouted in an angry
voice. "Only my man gets to play with the
pussy!"

His momentary assertiveness quickly faded and he
mumbled an apology.

"You'll fuck what I tell you to fuck." Janet
commanded. "And you'll do it when I tell
you...and not before."

Henry mumbled a feeble yes, his tone telling her
she was his to command.

"Since you seemed to be so interested in my
pussy, maybe I'll let you have a little taste of
it after all." Janet said as she grabbed the
back of his head and directed it under her skirt.

Without warning, the older man found his face
pressed against a very wet and pungent pussy.
The wild curly bush was wet with the residue of
recent intercourse, the taste and smell of it
filling his mouth and nostrils.

"My man fucked me for luck before I came over
here." Janet said as she crushed his mouth
against her clit. "I expect you're getting a
taste of him down there as well."

The thought that he was tasting another man's
cum, surprisingly caused Henry no distress. All
that mattered was the rising tide in his loins
and the urgent need to have some kind of
release..and soon.

After a few more moments, the tall brown woman
released her grip and let him remove his head.
She reached into her purse and removed a small
carry jar of Vaseline. It was the kind of thing
someone would carry around to moisten their lips.

"Get behind me." she ordered as she leaned over
the edge of the desk and hiked up her skirt.

Popping the lid off the small jar, Janet scooped
up a generous portion of it with her fingers.
First she smeared it over the head of his cock,
then the base. The touch itself was almost
enough to cause him to empty his load. That
done, she slid a gel covered finger into her ass,
then a second, moving them in and out. Satisfied
with both the level of lubrication and tightness,
she bent lower until she was flat against the top
of the desk and spread her legs. This caused her
asscheeks to spread a little as well, leaving no
doubt as to the content of her invitation.

A little unsure of what exactly to do, Henry
moved behind her and aimed his hard cock at her
veteran pussy.

"No, not there....." Janet said loudly again as
she reached back and roughly took hold of him,
guiding him to her smaller tighter hole.
"Here..." she ordered as she eased the head of
his cock against her pucker hole.

Pushing forward, his cockhead slid inside her,
her ass wrapping itself around the gel covered
cock. Henry couldn't believe the tightness of
her ass, or how good it felt around his cock. He
slid back a little, drawing it out about and
inch, then two......then he thrusted forward and
buried his shaft deep inside her.

"Fuck yes!!!!" Janet yelled as she felt the
pain/ pleasure combination rip into her. "Fuck
my ass, fill it with that big beautiful cock!"

As her hole relaxed more, Henry began to develop
a rhythm, thrusting harder with each stroke.
Janet followed the rhythm, pushing her ass back
to meet each new thrust, until his now engorged
balls slapped against her ass. Her frenzy
increased with each new penetration, until she
could no longer speak, only utter a grunting
noise.

Her large breasts pressed flat against the hard
wood of the desktop as Janet slipped one hand
free and down between her legs. The long slender
fingers found their way to her clit and she
preceded to frigg herself mercilessly, adding to
the torrid volcano raging within her. Feeling
Henry begin to tense behind her, she managed
through sheer effort to again find her voice.

"Fuck me...." she panted in gasps. "Fill my ass
with that beautiful cum."

A few seconds later, Henry fulfilled her request
as he experienced the most explosive orgasm of
his life. In 23 years of marriage, he'd never
climaxed like that. Janet's sphincter seemed to
tighten around the base of his cock as a fountain
of cum rushed into her. Each additional thrust
brought more, until he was finally drained
completely. Then in exhaustion he collapsed on
top of her. His cock still inside her as if,
even drained ,she was unwilling to get him go.

For a long minute, the only sound in the office
was the ticking of the wall clock.

"Not bad." Janet said as she opened her eyes,
breaking the calm. "Not bad at all."

Henry reacted to her voice by lifting his body
off her, his now limp cock sliding out as he
rose. He glanced down at the image of his now
shriveled organ, covered with the aftermath of
their coupling. He couldn't recall the last time
it'd had such a workout or how good it could feel
afterward. It was like he was in his 20's again.

"You surprised me." Janet said as she rolled
over and off the desk. "You actually were a
pretty good fuck."

Henry smiled at the compliment. It'd been many
years since anyone had said anything like that to
him.

"So Mr. Morrison, now what do you think of my
qualifications." Janet grinned as she pulled the
top of her tank top back over her breasts and
adjusted her mounds into a comfortable position.
"No doubt about it." he replied, still catching
his breath. "You definitely have some hidden
assets."
"So I get it?" she asked. "The job I mean."

She paused a moment and then added with an evil
grin. "Because as far as what just happened goes,
I certainly already got it."

Henry took a deep breath and looked down as the
scattered papers on his desk. He picked up a set
of crumpled papers that had previously filled one
of the folders. The name on the edge of the
folder read Patricia Brown. It was the only job
interview that Mrs. Carvey hadn't processed
before she left.

Looking up and again at the bountiful mounds
hanging just a few feet in front of him, Henry
ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth. He
savored the memory of their taste. Without
taking his eyes off them, he dropped the papers
into the wastepaper basket.

"Welcome to Amicorp." he said with a broad grin.

With a quick kiss on his lips, Janet thanked him
and was on the way out the door. Henry watched
her ass wave as she walked and couldn't help
comparing it against the ass she's just replaced.

"Definitely superior assets." he thought to
himself as she exited to the outer office. "I
wonder if I could get her assigned to my
division."