At the end of her first week at her new job, Julia brought in a few personal items to decorate her desk. A few vacation pictures, postcards, and a couple of plants to brighten up her desk. She was settling in to her first professional job out of college as a Marketing Assistant for the regional TV network. The corporate side of the office where she sat was boring – cubicles and filing cabinets in a neat row. But she got a thrill every time she walked past the newsroom. Scrolling news tickers, cameras and lights, journalists breaking stories around the clock, and the set for the nightly news broadcast made the newsroom floor pulse with life.

Blair Melville had been the nightly news anchor for as long as Julia could remember. His handsome face greeted families for the six o’clock news every weekday across the region. She, and every other family in the city, had watched him grow over his career from a fresh-faced young journalist with rosy cheeks and flowing dark brown hair to the striking, seasoned journalist he is now, with cropped silvery hair, always clean-shaven face, but still the same rosy cheeks and captivating green eyes. Most families spent their dinner times with him on in the background, breaking that day’s stories from around the world. He fit the bill of a news anchor perfectly – broad shoulders that filled his cut suits, a bellowing and authoritative voice, and a quick wit on and off the air. Julia was slightly embarrassed that he had been her first crush as a girl, and she wondered how many of her friends -and friends’ moms- had felt the same way.

On her first day, Julia’s new manager had toured her around and introduced her to her new colleagues. She blushed when she got to Blair’s desk, he was even more appealing in real life. His big hand engulfed hers as he shook it and flashed her a disarming smile that made her weak in the knees.

“Nice to meet you in person, Mr. Melville,” she spilled out excited.

“You can call me Blair. Welcome aboard, we’re glad to have you, Julia,” he warmly welcomed. She giggled and thanked him. The rest of the tour was useless because she couldn’t focus on anything but replaying his words in her mind.

That Friday as Julia was setting up her new decorations at her desk, Blair walked by.

“Nice pics! Where is that, Mexico?” he said, pointing to a group photo of Julia and her best friends on their grad trip, dolled up in sun dresses, holding mojitos on the beach.

“Yeah! Sayulita, from early this year,” she confirmed, unable to knock the flirty tone from her voice.

“I love Sayulita, best beach on the Pacific,” he added in a warm tone before continuing down the hall to the main corporate boardroom. His overflowing charisma made Julia’s heart flutter.

From that day onward, he made a point of stopping by her desk whenever he had a meeting in the boardroom. He learned the name of her cat, the species of all her plants, and about what made her pursue a career in marketing. She asked him questions about his wife and son that she’d seen pop by to visit, his upcoming family vacation to Hawaii in the new year, and his on-going hockey pool.

She couldn’t tell if he was flirting with her, or if every woman felt butterflies in their stomach after chatting with him. His lush lips, perfect teeth, tall stature made everything else disappear when he was in front of her. When he leaned on her desk, it was hard not to let her eyes rest on his crotch in front of her, or let her noticeably stare at his thick thighs and toned ass as he walked away after.

Three months into her new job was the holiday party, traditionally held at the cocktail bar across the street. Spirits around the office were high that day. Normally the corporate side of the office had gone home long before the evening news broadcast, but tonight most people stuck around. At 5, Julia disappeared into the ladies’ room. She slid into an extra short, soft velour dress with a deep neckline that tapered nicely at her waist. She stepped out of her kitten heels into pumps. She brushed out her smooth red bob and pinned her bangs back with a fancy clip before applying a dark shade of burgundy lipstick that she’d never typically wear to work.

She walked past the office kitchen on her way to put her work outfit back at her desk and noticed her coworkers doing shots, pre-gaming for the party. She couldn’t resist joining them, giggling naughtily at breaking workplace rules already. They were just dolling out ounces of spiced whiskey into coffee mugs when Blair walked by, looking dashing and camera ready.

“Come join us, Blair!” invited Julia, feeling bold and saucy in her ensemble.

“Thank you, but not until I’m off-air for the evening, ladies. I’ll rain check for shots at the bar tonight.” Julia could have sworn she saw him wink at her before heading off swiftly to his desk. The rest of the staff in the kitchen cheered their mugs and downed their shots.

“We’re gonna head to the bar already, come join us!” Julia’s manager insisted, but Julia had a few things to wrap up at her desk.

“I’ll meet you there when the news crew comes down, I don’t want to have to work over the weekend, I just have a few things to send out,” she explained.

When the news broadcast had wrapped, the crew cheered and packed up their equipment to head to the party as quickly as possible. Julia had just sent out her last email, she grabbed her coat and purse and trotted out, one of the last people in her side of the office. She took a slight detour on her way out the door past the anchor’s dressing rooms to see if she could catch Blair on his way out the door to the party, she’d love to walk with him to the bar. Just her luck, he was in his dressing room with the door ajar. Normally she’d never have the courage to bother him in there, but with her first drink already in her system, her inhibitions faded to the back of her mind. Julia knocked lightly on the door and peered in. Blair saw her face come into frame as the door swung a little further open and looked surprised but delighted.

“Hey, want to walk over to the party with me?” Julia asked innocently.

“Sure… just give me a sec. Why don’t you come in, Jules, have a seat on my couch.” The door swung shut behind her as she walked in.

Julia had never been in the dressing rooms before, it always felt too private, too intimate of a space to impose on. She walked in and couldn’t help but notice Blair’s gaze as he checked out her figure as she passed him. She felt self-assured – she’d chosen her outfit well. She swayed her hips and felt the dress stretch over her plump ass as she sat back on the couch.

“Oh my god, this dressing room is so swanky! You get your own vanity and couch? I barely have room for my plants at my desk!”

“Perks of the job, I guess. Usually it’s a mess before we go to air, make-up and ties everywhere.”

Julia giggled at the thought.

“Hey Jules, what do you think - should I change my suit before the party? Is anyone even going to notice if I wear the same suit I just broadcast in?” he pondered. His subtle herringbone business suit looked suave as hell. Blair would look good in anything, as far as Julia was concerned.

“Just keep it on, it’s a dark bar, no one will notice. Maybe lose the tie,” suggested Julia. Although she’d just sat down, she found herself standing back up to inspect Blair’s outfit. She caught sight of a bottle of gin in a cupboard below the vanity.

“Hey – is that gin? You promised you’d do shots!” she half-joked. The corners of her dark lips turned up in a persuasive smile as she looked up at Blair.

“Of course, allow me!” responded Blair like a total gentleman, despite the fact that he found himself pouring two shots of gin into paper cups, the only vessels he could find.

Julia cleared a little spot on the vanity and perched on the surface, leaning back against the mirror under the dressing room lights. She crossed her legs, letting her dress slide up her thighs. They toasted each other and looked each other in the eye as they downed the bitter gin.

Blair stood right in front of her, his hip pressing into the side of her thigh to get a good look at himself in the mirror. He put the little paper cup down, slid out of his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves and brought his fingers to the tie. He loosened the knot and slid it out of his collar. He unbuttoned his top button.

“How’s that? Party ready?”

“You look damn fine to me,” Julia blurted. “I mean… the outfit does…” she blushed deep red. Blair bellowed a low laugh and let his hand come to her thigh. Julia looked up at him and they froze in a stare, daring each other to make the first move.

“Jules…” Blair started in a low, sultry voice without breaking eye contact.

“Yes, Mr. Melville?” she responded in a flirty slur. He slid his hand up her thigh, inching closer and closer to the hem of her dress. His fingertips hit it.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had some naughty intention for coming in here,” he suggested with a devious smirk. His fingers dug into her thigh and dipped under the hem, sliding up the inside of her dress. Julia uncrossed her legs and spread them in a subtle, suggestive manner.

“Is that so?” she pressed.

Without wasting another second, they leaned in for a kiss and the sexual tension came crashing down around them. Blair grasped at her thigh while the other hand traced over her ass and waist, leaning into her. She brought her hands to his chest, shoulders, biceps, feeling him frantically. Their lips locked, their tongues came out to play together. Julia’s dark lipstick smeared on his chin and upper lip.

Blair grazed the top of Julia’s breast with the back of his hand, before leaning over to cover her cleavage in sloppy wet kisses. Julia let her knees open further, inviting Blair between her legs. His hand slid from her thigh up to her panties. He played there, sliding fingers underneath the straps to tickle the skin underneath, and tugging lightly so the fabric rubbed her clit. The sensation of his dexterous fingers on her sensitive pelvis made Julia jolt and moan.

Blair stood back up straight to make out with Julia more. Within minutes they were already breathing heavily, letting out moans into each others’ mouths. Blair lifted her up for a second to pull the thong off and slide it down her legs until it dropped to the floor. His hand came right back to her junction, fingers meeting her already wet clit. He gave it a caress that sent a shockwave of pleasure down Julia’s spine, she let out a soft cry for more. He brought his fingertips to her slit, sliding in his middle finger to feel out the territory.

“Fuck, you’ve got a tight cunt,” Blair whispered in her ear as he pressed into Julia’s body. He slid in another finger, moving in and out slowly, curling his strong fingers as they were fully penetrated, making her flinch and flex around him.

“Oh, fuck, Blair,” Julia moaned with his face planted in her chest. “I need you to taste me…”

Blair held her close in one long embrace and passionate kiss, before slipping his fingers out and dropping to his knees between her legs. He hiked her dress up to her stomach and pulled her by the hips to the edge of the vanity, towards his face.

“Goddamn that’s a gorgeous pussy you’ve got there, Jules,” he muttered as her core was at eye level with him. He brought his lips to her inner thigh and sucked and nibbled, before doing the same thing on the other side. She bucked her hips, impatient for his lips to meet hers.

“Please…” she begged under her voice. Her writhing only made Blair let out a low laugh into her inner thigh. If anything, he moved slower now. He pressed her knees apart, pinning them against the vanity as he dragged his tongue from one thigh to the other, over her mound. His hot breath on her cunt made Julia gush with wetness and sent tingles through her extremities. For how quickly they’d ended up here, Blair now took his sweet time to move things along, stretching out this moment as long as possible.

Blair brought his fingers to her labia and massaged it, rubbing up and down, side to side, squishing her clit in-between the folds.

“Mmmmm…” let out Julia, aching with anticipation.

Blair brought his lips to her centre at last, planting feather-light kisses along her mound, on the ridges of her lips, and over her slit. She panted, desperate for his tongue to work up her up into a frenzy. Blair looked up at her and paused, Julia pouted down at him.

“Ask Daddy nicely,” he raised an eyebrow and winked up at her.

“Please go on…”

Blair leaned back. “No, no, no, babe. Jules, tell me exactly what you want. Plead for it. Beg me for it, baby.”

“Oh goddamn, Blair. Fucking… eat my pussy. Devour my clit, please. Fuck, please, please, make me cum, make me cum on your face, Daddy. Please, Daddy, don’t stop ‘till I cum!”

“That’s my good girl,” Blair encouraged softly, satisfied with her plea.

He leaned in and brought his silky inner lips to Julia’s clit. He sucked and smacked, using his tongue generously and furiously. Julia wailed in ecstasy and sunk deeper into his face.

Blair moved his hands to Julia’s calves and guided them up on his shoulder, running his broad hands up her smooth thighs as his tongue kneaded her knot of nerve endings. Her legs already trembled; she was losing control quickly. Julia ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair, grabbing his head and forcing it harder onto her cunt. Blair growled in response, which sent vibrations through Julia’s womanhood and body.

“Yes, yes YES, fuck yes, keep going, more, more…” she muttered as ripples of pleasure tore through her body. She’d never been worked up so deliberately, so quickly, so beautifully before. Blair masterfully commanded her clit with his mouth, circling and stroking just right. Julia’s hips became animated, gently rocking back and forth with Blair’s rhythm, begging to be fucked by him.

Blair moved one hand around to her ass and the other came to her folds. His thumb took over working her nub as he moved his tongue down, playing with her slit, tongue fucking her. A stream of cream and saliva ran down the back of Julia’s thighs. Blair’s tongue and hand switched places, he penetrated her with two fingers again, this time sliding all the way in right away, while he flicked her clit as fast as he could with his tongue.

“I’m gonna c… I’m gonna cum on your fucking face,” cried Julia, gripping Blair by the hair and holding his face to her junction. He jammed his fingers in deep and wriggled them inside of her as he suctioned his mouth over her clit and sucked it in pulses.

“Oh fuuckkk” Julia managed as Blair triggered her climax. Her legs shook with seismic force. Her toes curled as she rolled her eyes back in her head and arched her back, inhaling sharply and letting it all out in a primal moan. Pleasure ravaged and contorted her body. She tensed and clasped her thighs shut, locking Blair’s head between them. He switched to soft kisses on her quivering clit before she shoved his head off her cunt altogether.

He broke into a low laugh as he stood up and took in the sight of her dishevelled figure, chest rising and sinking with her heaving breaths. He admired his hard work on her, drank in the sight of her relaxing, releasing from the intensity he’d built in her.

Julia wiggled her butt side to side to pull the dress back over her lap once she'd caught her breath. She reached for her purse, but Blair leaned forward and placed his hand back on her thigh. She shuddered in an aftershock of pleasure at his touch.

“We’re not done here, no no no, babe. You’re Daddy’s girl now, and I’m not nearly done with you.”

Blair took Julia by the hand and helped her to her feet. She was still lightheaded from her orgasm. He pulled her in close to his body and they embraced in a kiss, Blair held her up with his strength. Julia licked her own nectar from his chin and cheeks, turning her on massively.

“Do you like tasting yourself on me, Jules?”

“I can’t get enough.”

Blair led Julia by the hips and guided her backwards onto the couch. He towered over her as he undid his belt.

“Don’t worry, there’s more where that came from,” he assured. Julia leaned forward as he undid his pants and kicked them, as well as his shoes off. His boxer-briefs were stretched out, barely containing his throbbing erection. He yanked them off and set them on the pile of discarded clothes.

“You want this cock, baby girl? Come and get to know it. Come feel it. Warm it up for me, won’t you?” invited Blair.

Julia’s head nodded involuntarily, she couldn’t keep herself away from the sight of his tantalizing package. Wrapping her fingers around his hard-on, handling his hefty manhood in her grip fulfilled years of fantasies for her. She felt his girth, his length, his terrain. Blair let out a deep growl that satisfied her to her core. She stroked steadily, paying close attention to his reactions, listening for his breath to catch when she tugged just right.

“Mmm, good girl, Jules. Yes, babe, just like that.” His enjoyment only made her want to please him more.

“You ready for this cock, Jules? You ready for me to fuck you with this cock?”

“Hell yes, Daddy, I’m ready for you.”

Blair crawled up on the couch over Julia’s frame, pushing her dress back up and aligning their bodies. He pressed her thigh up against the back of the couch with one hand, and held himself up over her with the other as he brought his slick tip to her cunt. Julia writhed as it tickled her wet, sensitive nub. Blair lingered for a second, enjoying watching her frame react to his cock sliding against her clit. When he’d had his fun, he brought his hips back and guided his tip to her slit, and sank in. They both gasped as he settled his length most of the way into her. He filled her right up.

“Oh god, Jules, that’s a fuuucking tight fit…” he groaned as he lifted his hips and pressed in again, deeper this time. In a few thrusts, he worked his length all the way in, gliding faster in and out of her crevice. Julia threw her head back in the cushions, savoring the luxurious feeling of such a big cock stretching her, pounding her.

She hooked her leg over the back of the couch, leaving one of Blair’s hands free. He moved it to her hip, grabbing her and guiding her to his rhythm. With every slam, they built each other up, racing towards release. Julia’s mind was a blank slate, she had no room for thoughts or memories, she was lost in the moment, lost to Blair’s controlling touch. Just as she was being fucked senseless, he broke their cadence, slowing the rhythm. He leaned back, letting his cock slide out of Julia.

He directed her in a hushed voice. “You like tasting yourself on me, baby? Lick your juices off me. Come on, don’t be shy.” He leaned back into the couch.

Julia rolled forward, eagerly crawling into Blair’s lap on the couch. She approached his slick, shiny, creamy cock with her mouth. She lapped up her essence - a familiar taste, but saltier, meatier when it came off Blair’s package.

“That’s it, darling. Yes, you’re a woman of many talents,” Blair cooed, knowing how well Julia responded to his positive feedback. She dove in, slurping his mast down her throat. She bobbed up and down, regaining the rhythm they’d just been in together. Blair leaned back, mumbling yeses and oh fucks under his breath as she sucked him off.

“Jules… Jules… I’m close. I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything,” she fawned.

“Up. Get up, turn around, I’m going to finish like this, okay?” Blair flipped her on her hands and knees. He stood at the end of the couch and smacked her ass playfully before grabbing her by the hips and pulling her onto him again. From this angle, Blair could penetrate even deeper, hitting her in spots she hadn’t felt yet. He leaned into her, whispering directly in her ear, his hot breath sparking goosebumps on her neck.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, Jules. I want you to be leaking drips of my load as you walk around the party, understand? I want your panties to be soaked in my cum when you chat with my wife tonight, alright, babe?”

“Fuck yes.”

“That’s my good girl. We’re so close, Jules. You ready? Tell me you want me to cum…”

His cock pulsed and throbbed in her, his voice wavered as he spoke. It was all too much for Julia, she clenched up, tensing as her second orgasm overcame her.

“Ooh fuck, yes, cum in me, Blair. Come with me.” She heaved her breath, “Fuck yes, Daddy!”

Blair spilled over inside of her, flooding her cunt. His heavy balls emptied, shaking his entire body. Warm cum sloshed between them. He burrowed hard and deep for the last time as a wave of pleasure overcame both of them. Time slowed, their surroundings disappeared, all they felt was each other and their racing heart beats as they met each other in their climaxes. Blair leaned into Julia’s back, every shudder he made rippled down her spine as they moved together, released together.

Their moans diminished into silence as they caught their breath.

“Oh fuck, babe, that’s exactly what I needed. We both needed that, didn’t we?” suggested Blair.

“Mmm... you’re not wrong, Daddy,” she confirmed, leaning into her new secret address for him.

Blair stepped back, easing out of Julia. She let out a soft whine, but she knew they had to get going. He gave her ass an affectionate tap for good measure and let out a low laugh, which she joined in on.

Blair held out his hand to help Julia back to her feet, and handed her the thong he’d discarded earlier.

“You’ve been a very good girl, Jules. I’d love to walk you to the party. We’ll just say a small issue came up that I needed your help with.” He flashed his charismatic smile and she realized how easily a man like Blair could get away with vague non-explanations when everyone fawned over him.

“I think you’re going to have to change your suit after all,” teased Julia as she straightened herself out in the vanity mirror and reapplied her lipstick. She admired her new lover in the mirror as he pulled out a fresh suit from the closet and changed for the party.