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I frowned nervously. Today was my interview, and I really needed this job. After the company I had been working for went bankrupt, all the employees had been laid off. I only had about 6 weeks' worth of money in my savings account and needed to find a source of income right quick.

I showered, dressed in my nicest clothes, and carefully combed my hair. Then I drove the 10 minutes to the building, parked in a visitor slot, and headed on in. Room 234 -- probably on the second floor. I walked up a flight of stairs, figured out which way the numbers ran, and found the room.

Good. I was two minutes early. I knocked on the oak door.

"Come in," boomed a powerful female voice.

I nervously opened the door, stepped inside, and closed it behind me. A stern-faced woman was sitting in a chair behind a large desk.

"Miss Cahill?"

"That's me."

"I'm John. I'm here about the personal assistant position?"

Without rising, she stuck her hand out across the desk. I shook it.

"Nice to meet you, John. Have a seat."

I settled in the chair across from her.

"I'm glad to see you made it on time. I value punctuality very highly. I also value discipline, loyalty, and discretion." She picked up a piece of paper in front of her. "Looking at your resume, you seem to have the necessary skills. And you had the sense to appear in clean clothes, and have good personal hygiene."

"You mean to tell me people haven't? That seems like basic common sense."

"Of the six candidates I've already interviewed before you, three showed up late, one came in wearing ripped blue jeans, one came in wearing a t-shirt covered in stains, and one smelled like they'd been living in a sewer."

I facepalmed.

"That was pretty much my reaction, too. Anyway, let's get the new hire paperwork started. You'll have to go to the lab tomorrow morning and take a drug test. If that comes back clean, I'll assign you your official starting day. As my personal assistant, your job duties will be literally anything I ask, provided it doesn't violate criminal law. But don't worry, I won't tell you to kill anyone for me." She let out a heavy chuckle.

"Sounds good. Thank you, Miss Cahill."

"When it's just the two of us around, you may call me Angela."

"All right... Angela."

I filled out the paperwork, then departed. The next day, I took the drug test. Two days later, I got a call from Angela informing me that my official start date was Monday. I thanked her profusely. Pay was $20 an hour, hours were from 8 to 5 with a 1 hour lunch break, and since the job was full time it came with benefits.

I arrived on Monday and entered Angela's office at precisely 7:59.

"Good morning, John. Please close and lock the door behind you."

I did.

"This place pretty much runs itself, and I have an excellent staff. So your primary duties will be to take care of me."

"All right."

"My personal washroom is through that side door. As my personal assistant, you may use it when needed."

"Understood."

"Good. Let's get started. Remove all of your clothes."

I blinked, but Angela's steady gaze indicated she was serious. I peeled off my clothing and folded it, setting it in a neat pile on an open corner of Angela's expansive desk.

"Sit."

I sat in the chair I had sat in when she interviewed me. Angela stood up, walked around to my side of the desk and began removing her clothes. I hadn't realized how tall she was. She had to be six-foot-one at least. I darted a glance downward to see if -- nope, flats.

She removed her shirt and bra, causing her large, firm breasts to pop free. D-cups at least. I let out a soft whistle.

"You like my breasts, John?"

"They look gorgeous, Angela."

She slipped off her skirt and turned around, shaking her round rear at me. My cock, which was already hardening from viewing her chest, reached full extension.

Angela picked up her clothes, folded them neatly and stacked them close to mine. Then, still facing away from me, she pulled off her panties and placed them on top of the stack.

Keeping her back to me, she stepped over to the wall and placed her hand in a small indentation. A portion of wall slid away, revealing a large bed.

"Go lie down on that."

"Yes, ma'am."

I popped up from the chair I was sitting on and lay face-up on one side of the bed. Angela walked over and lay on the other side. Hers was hard too, and a good inch smaller than mine.

"It does work, but I'm somewhat of a switch. You can expect to be the one filling me just as often as I'm the one filling you."

I have the ability to adjust to new situations quickly. I was surprised to discover what was between her legs, but I composed myself and kept my voice calm.

"Sounds good."

"Since you seemed to really like my chest, why don't you start by giving it kisses?"

That also sounded good. I moved my body over directly next to hers and began kissing Angela's cleavage.

"Mmmmmm."

I lifted one of her large breasts and kissed my way from the base to the nipple. Then I did the same with the other breast. Angela's soft moans encouraged me, and I took a nipple in my mouth and began suckling.

"Ooooooh."

Angela's large arms wrapped around me, securing my head in place. I alternated between her nipples, switching about every 30 seconds.

After a few minutes, she disengaged my head from her chest. Sliding me upwards, her lips met mine and we kissed. Her hand slipped down to my cock and wrapped around it.

"Nice and hard for me."

"You're pretty." My words were distorted by her tongue in my mouth, but she understood.

We broke the kiss to breathe, and Angela got on her hands and knees, shaking her rear at me. "Fuck me until you squirt inside me, John."

"Will do." I got behind her and carefully worked my rod into her rear. She was very tight. I eased in and out of her until we had a rhythm established, then began a slow, steady pumping.

"Just like that."

I maintained my rhythm, placing my hands on her butt and groping her as I made love to her. She giggled.

"You could grab my tits."

So I could. I leaned my torso forward and wrapped my arms around Angela's large body. She moaned as my hands cupped her orbs. I began gently rolling her nipples between my fingertips in the same rhythm as I pumped my cock inside her.

"That feels wonderful. Keep going."

I slid in and out, in and out. Now she was actively squeezing my cock with her butt every time I slid in. As if she was trying to milk the cum out of my balls -- which she undoubtedly was. I got the hint, and began pumping into her more deeply. She pressed her ass backwards against me, trying to take every centimeter of my rod.

My balls tightened and my pole started to pulse.

"Angela..."

"Go ahead, John. Fill me."

Cum burst from my cock. I hilted myself inside her, holding still as she squeezed me with her internal muscles. She didn't stop until every squirt of cum was drained from me and I started softening.

I pulled out, and she turned her head and smiled. "Excellent work. Now, you get on your hands and knees."

"Just so you know, this will be my first time with something back there."

"Good to know. I'll go slowly."

She got behind me and rubbed what felt like some lube into my crack. Then I felt her pole press against my pucker.

"Just do your best to relax."

She helped by, as promised, going very slowly. She moved forward a millimeter at a time as my body adjusted itself. The tricky part was getting the head of her rod all the way inside. Once that happened, she could push forward more easily. Soon she was all the way in, and she just held the position for a moment to let me get used to it.

"Mmmmm. You're very tight."

She pulled back perhaps an inch, then glided forward until she was all the way in again. Back, forth, back, forth, until a slow-but-steady rhythm was established. Even though she had just emptied my balls, it felt good.

"I won't last long."

I had figured that. She was already very turned on by me plowing her. Truth be told, I was suddenly looking forward to her filling me. I pressed back against her, trying to make sure I had all of her inside.

She put her hands on my hips and sped up slightly. Her body was getting tense, and I could feel her rod twitch.

"Uhhhhh!"

With a loud grunt, she released her load. I felt her pole pulse within my back channel as she filled me with hot jets of cum. I stayed pressed against her until she stopped squirting.

She pulled out and helped carry me to the washroom, as I was still a bit dazed by the sex. We cleaned up in the shower and dried off, then lay back on the bed.

"You can spend the rest of the day just snuggling against me and recovering."

"Sounds good, Angela."

We cuddled and chatted a bit. She was 10 years older than my age of 28, even though she didn't look it. The hormones made her look younger. Eventually, a pleasant silence fell.

We shared a tasty lunch when noon arrived, then cuddled quietly for the entire afternoon. It was very nice to just lie against her big body and be held.

"It's five o'clock."

I reluctantly climbed out of the bed and got dressed.

"Don't worry, we'll be back in this bed tomorrow."

I smiled. "All right, Angela. See you at 8 a.m."

She blew me a kiss, and I exited the office. I had a feeling I would really like my new job...