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inside her, stretching her, filling her. Terry had nothing on this man, and she’d thought Terry had been big.
    Slowly, John began thrusting in and out of her and she whimpered with every movement he made. She burned from the lashes, burned from need, burned from the way he felt inside her.
    “Ever been fucked during an interview before?” he asked as he kept up his maddeningly slow pace.
    The thought was incredulous. “Of course not.” The words were a gasp as they came from her throat. “I’ve never even had sex with anyone I’ve worked with.”
    John’s thrusts increased and he gave a sound of satisfaction as his balls slapped against her pussy. “Why me, Elsie?”
    “I don’t know.” She moaned and wished her hands were free so that she could grip the chair and push back against him to meet each of his strokes.
    He slowed. “Don’t you?”
    “I—uh.” Her mind was whirling from the need to come and every sensation bombarding her all at once. “The—the moment you took my hand I felt something.”
    He moved his palms up from her hips and grasped her breasts as he picked up his pace again, pumping in and out of her at a faster rate. “I wanted you the minute I saw your blouse plastered against your skin, your nipples poking against your bra. I wanted to fuck you right then and there.”
    Elsie moaned. The way he put the emphasis on “fuck” made her all the hotter. And she was already about to burn out of control.
    The sparks in her belly had rolled into the fire consuming her body. Perspiration had broken out on her skin and she was breathing hard and fast. Her whole body shook with the need to climax as he pumped in and out of her. His cock was so big and hard, so filling and long. He reached every sensitive spot inside her.
    “I need to come. Please, John,” she moaned. “Let me come.”
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    “Hold, sweetheart.” His thrusts became harder, deeper.
    Oh God. Could she last much longer? In the last couple of years as a submissive, she had learned how to hold back her orgasm. But this was different. It was John, and he was taking her to limits she’d never felt before.
    He pinched her nipples hard and whispered by her ear. “Come, Elsie. Come now.”
    She screamed. Her orgasm hit her so hard she thought she was going to fall over the back of the chair. The heat she’d been feeling swirled into a maelstrom of fire in her body and in her mind.
    Everything that they were doing and what he’d done to her magnified the impact of her orgasm. The fact she was fucking the man she was interviewing with and only wearing heels, stockings and garter belt, the burn of the lashes against her ass and thighs, her hands bound behind her back, the rough feel of his clothing against her, his fingers pinching her nipples, and his cock ramming in and out at a furious pace—
    everything was driving her out of her mind.
    He slammed into her so hard he forced her belly against the back of the chair. Her mind continued to spin and fire never stopped flaring in her body. Wave after wave of her orgasm traveled over her from toes to head and her orgasm wouldn’t stop, not with him continuing to slam into her.
    A sob tore from her throat. She couldn’t take it. He was driving her further than she’d ever been.
    When she thought she was going to scream again, John shouted. He pressed his hips tight against her burning ass and she felt the throb of his cock inside her core. Her pussy spasmed and spasmed, clenching down on his cock.
    With a loud groan he moved his hands from her breasts and braced them on the back of the chair, to either side of her. His weight pressed against her bound wrists and her back. He felt comfortable, solid, but heavy.
    After a moment, he drew away and she looked over her shoulder to see him dispose of a condom in the garbage can beside his desk. His eyes were wild and his 27
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    shirt wrinkled as he tucked his cock back into his slacks and zipped them up. She