She was my direct supervisor. I had come to interview for a position that had been vacant for sometime. The last employee in the spot I was applying for left over “personality conflict with management”. Normal people would hear that and think twice about working at such an office with a reputation. Not I, I always preferred a challenge and the “warning” that was given to me, peaked my interest. I showed up early, young at the time with 24 years of life under my belt. I was well dressed and had always interviewed well, so there wasn’t a worry or doubt in my mind.

I was brought into the office and that’s when I met her. Her name was Carla Velasquez. Without speaking, at first glance she lived up to her description: cold, professional and strict. She stood all of 5’3”, about 5’6.5” in her boring office heels. She dressed very well, business pants, a nice blouse that slung just low enough to entice a man. Her make up was done up, her lipstick was dark in color next to her light skin and her Smokey eyes left one wondering what was being thought behind them. She smelled incredible and intoxicating as her Versace perfume filled her office. Drunken from her scent, my eyes began to wander. Her face was beautiful, her light Latin skin on her face made her dark hair stand out strikingly in contrast. She stood up to shake my have and I recklessly looked her up and down. She noticed my actions and seemed surprised at my boldness. She was voluptuous, her breasts large and round. The cleavage created by her blouse made my eyes trace down to the fabric edge. She was a full figured woman, what some call “BBW” she had a belly that she hid with her loose fitting shirt and her hips were wide making said shirt flair at her sides. Her legs were short but strong. Her calves muscular in their flexed position from years of wearing heels. I had yet to see her backside but from what I had already seen, I was sure it was ample. Her hand extended out to meet mine, her painted nails were tapered to a near claw like point at the end of her small soft hands. “My name is Carla” she said in a surprisingly greeting tone. I gave her my name and we proceeded to interview.

The interview went well, the occasional flirtatious pass was well received. At the conclusion, I was told I was well qualified and was hired. I accepted and Carla said “well you’re mine now so don’t apply with any other companies, I can really use you”. I looked into her eyes and with a smirk I said “I’m all yours and you can use me as you see fit……”. A flush went over her face as I smiled, thanked her and left.

She stayed on my mind. I laid in bed, recalling her scent. Lingering in my nostrils I began to become aroused. My manhood softly swole as I thought about the curves of her body. Her long deep cleavage that I imagined running the tip of my tongue down. Picturing her wide hips in my hands as I bend her over. The images flooded my mind. Her voice saying my name made my cock strain against my boxer briefs.

The heat between my legs became unbearable as I fondled my swollen shaft through the thin fabric prison it was confined. I lifted my hips to free my cock. It sprung up hard with a swift smack on my lower abdomen, slinging a long stream of precum up to my chest and landing on my chin. I know I was enraged with arousal. I grossly grabbed for my shaft. Surprised that the fantasy alone brought me to full mass and all 7.5 thick inches of my uncut cock were rock hard. A stroke from tip to the base of he shaft made me shudder and my bulbous cock head swell and peak through its hood. Precum was streaming like a loose faucet. Coating my palm and shaft with its steaming hot stickiness.

I pumped away with my eyes closed tight as my hips met my hand, stroke for stroke. Within minutes I was shocked that my cock was straining, my large round balls had sunk upwards as I prepared to cum. My breath ragged, free hand grabbing ny inner thigh as my head sank into the pillow and I let out a deep guttural groan. I looked down at my member just as I could see the head swell one final time. The slit of my head cracked just barely as a rope of thick white pearlescent semen shot about 6” from the tip of my head. My cock bowed before rearing up again and shooting a second rope past my head and striking my head board. The loud smack startled me as I moved to see if I had actually shot as far as I thought and looking back down, 9 more ropes violently shot out of me.

At the end, my cock was softening, still throbbing from the beating it took. I stood up after the blood came back to my head and I went to the bathroom. Turning on the light I looked at my chest and saw I had painted my chest with cum. Counting the streams, 11 in total I thought “my first day of work is going to be interesting”………….