The Virgin and the Beast (Stud Ranch 1)

What the fuck? Slut?

The haze of everything starts to clear. This is fucked up. I came here for an interview. An interview for Christ’s sake. What the hell is he talking about? He’s calling me a slut and talking about me like a toy. And what, is he thinking he’s hiring me, as like his personal sex assistant or something—

But shit, that feels good. He’s started nibbling with teasing bites at my ear while he’s still massaging my breasts. God, how long has it been since I’ve felt this? I haven’t been touched in so long. I can’t even remember the last time.

It’s not just hot between my legs, it’s fucking pulsing down there. I need— I mean, God, I need—holy shit—can I come from just this alone? Someone playing with my breasts? But he’s not just playing. I mean, every guy I’ve known has just been a mauler. They get all excited about my big boobs and just start yanking on them. But this guy is like a virtuoso. I bet sex with him would be insane. Because that’s what he wants, right? That’s where this is leading? He wants a Personal Assistant he can fuck when he wants?

He’ll just keep me up here in his office, push a button, and I’ll come in and blow him or he’ll f

uck me or something? I’d said I’d never get this low, never degrade myself… but if it could feel like this?

I can’t help the high-pitched whine that comes out of my throat. Fuck. I’m almost there. And it’s been so long. So long…

I can’t think. Oh God, if he would just touch me there. Maybe I could touch me there. He’d find that hot, right? And that’s what this is about? Sex? What would it feel like if he was sucking on my nipple instead of just playing with his fingers? His face is so smooth-shaven, but even the thought of his tongue—

Another whine comes out of me, and he suck and bites at the back of my neck.

Holy shit, that’s hot.

I’m so close. So fucking close. He’s gotta know. But he’s not doing anything about it. Fuck it. I put my hand down the front of my pants. A girl’s gotta get it done sometimes.

“That’s right, my dirty girl,” he hisses in my ear. “Make yourself a little whore for me.”

His words should disgust me. They should not be turning me on even more as my fingers find my clit.

“Show me how bad you want this job. Make yourself come.” His voice lowers, but the words are intense. His grip on my breasts continues the same massaging pressure, but he’s twisted my body slightly sideways so he can see my face. We’re looking eye to eye and all traces of the nice guy fall away as he sneers, “Dirty bitch, I want to see your cum face, you trashy fucking bimbo whore.”

The breath is knocked out of me at the nastiness of his words. And in the same instance, I come harder than I ever have before in my life.