Big Bad Wolf_(0)

Farrah is a television personality, author, musician, pornographic actress, and stripper. Age 23. Her agent faxed me her resume then called me to arrange a meeting. I agreed to meet with her, giving her agent the my office address to meet me. Farrah entered the office tower around 9 PM. Farrah stood there for a moment, feeling unsure about where she needed to go. She feels nervous and lost. She knows I’m watching her, I had seen her face before, but she has yet to see mine. The picture her agent had sent did not do her justice, and this became more apparent to me as my eyes lingered over her body. I thought she is beautiful: a young goddess. Her dark hair is pulled back at the base of her neck, not preened and pampered neatly, but instead, pinned loosely and provocatively, allowing certain pieces to hang free. Her face is attractive. Her eyes are big and innocent-looking as they search for me. I sent Manny my driver to bring her up to my office suite. She is shorter than me, barely over five feet tall. She has gorgeous curves packed in that 5 foot frame though. Well, being rejected by Playboy is their loss my gain. I finished tapping on a PADD and sat it down as I accessed the main computer core, I watched the information running up the screen for a moment then rubbed my eyes. Six hours of intense negoiations has worn on my mind, making me “desk numb,” as many employees called it.

I glance up to the door as it opens and smile as I see Farrah there, leaning back in my chair I said, ” Benefit of working late number one..Nice to meet you.” Farrah strolls in, already out of her clothes and smiling. ” I couldn’t turn down this meeting…meeting you is a pleasure.” Farrah perched one hip on the desk across from me peering at my stack of work. ” Though if you’re -really- busy, I can come back later…” She looks up at me through lowered lashes and smiles suggestively. I smile up to her, letting my gaze travel the length of her body and finally settling on her eyes, I shook my head lightly, ” No, that won’t do..”, I look down the length of her body, “..’cause I’ve got immediate plans for you.” She slips off the desk and slowly walks around one end towards me, trailing one hand along the edge, ” What…exactly…did you have in mind?” I grin as I turn my chair to face her, ” At the moment?”, my gaze rests on her hips, ” I’ve got a long list…”

She eyes me, looking deceptively relaxed and still as I lean backwards in my office chair. Farrah thought through a few possible ways to get those muscles flexing…and her eyes twinkling mischievously. My veiled offer is enough of an invitation for her. ” Computer, lock the doors to this office and mute the chime.” The computer chirps in compliance, as Farrah draws closer to me, nearly within arm’s reach. She suddenly feels a hand covering her mouth from behind as she is pulled back against a thick, warm chest, her body jerks back hard, her ass instantly feeling the hard thick bulge pressing tight against her ass…Her eyes widen as she begins to struggle, feeling my hand clutching over her mouth as she shrieks against my palm, free hand cupping her breast as I start to drag her backwards…she catches a glimpse of me in the mirror, dragging her backwards and begins to relax a bit, then starts to fight again as I drags her to another room…I tug open the buttons of her top as she struggles in my arm, bucking back against me, trying to get loose as her full breasts plunge out of the top in her sexy black lace bra…she gasps hungrily as she feels my hard thick bulge pushing tighter against her sexy ass as I rip off her blouse, pushing her forward over the back of the couch her hands fall to the cushions, gripping them tightly as she tries to squirm away from me, her pussy suddenly soaking wet as the struggle excites her, her breasts bouncing as she bucks and writhes back against me as my hand grips her back, holding her bent over the back of the couch, bucking frantically as she struggles against me.


She feels me yank her skirt down the back of her thighs as she pants raggedly, her legs tensing as she struggles, unable to move as I pin her over the back of the couch, her soaking swollen pussy lips quickly soaking the tiny thong as the fabric clings to her swollen lips….she gasps loudly as I wrap my hand between her legs, squeezing possessively as I grind the fabric down over her quivering swollen pussy lips as she writhes frantically, feeling the soaking fabric clinging to her swollen clit as jolts rip through her with each movement…her hands clutching at the couch cushions as she lets out a hungry moan as she hears me pushing my pants down, feeling my hard thick cock plunging out against her sexy ass, then she starts to fight again, throwing her hands back, trying to push my hips away as she feels my thick, throbbing cock rubbing hard against the back of her ass…she shrieks as my fists suddenly grip her hands pinning them to her lower back as she struggles frantically against me, my thick shaft rubbing harder up and down against the back of her tiny thong as she feels the veins pressing out against the tender skin of her tight ass.

I slide my arm underneath hers, clutching them both behind her with one arm as she struggles back against me, panting and gasping for breath as her arms flex wildly against my grip…she shrieks, her eyes darkening as she feels my free hand dragging her soaking thong down the back of her thighs as she tries to clench her legs together as tightly as she can, crossing her legs as I bend her deeper over the back of the couch….her eyes widen as she arches her back, letting out a wild scream as she suddenly feels me mount her.