CUSTOMER REQUEST
ITALIAN SPEAKING
Ten candidates for one position. But I’m not
like the others.
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CUSTOMER REQUEST
ITALIAN SPEAKING
Ten candidates for one position. But I’m not
like the others.
I show up in proper attire: white blouse, ultra
short miniskirt, sheer pantyhose, and high
heels. I sit across from the boss and slowly
cross my legs, while he tries to act
professional. His words say one thing, but his
eyes say it all—he’s going crazy for my legs.
I stand up, sit on his desk, and cross my legs
again, right in front of him. His composure
shatters. He starts complimenting me, turned
on by my body, obsessed with my pantyhose.
When I spread my legs and wrap them around
him, pulling his face close and whispering,
“If you hire me, I’ll always be dressed like
this… ready to make you cum whenever you
want,”
he totally loses it.
I start rubbing my ankle against his cock
through his pants, feeling him getting hard. I
slip off my heels: “My feet hurt…” – and when
he sees them, he goes wild. I sit in his chair,
stretch out, press my feet on his cock—one
foot on his face, the other on his bulge. I unzip
him, just the fly, and begin the footjob: slow,
intense, using my toes, soles, and arches.
When I whisper I’ll let him cum on my
pantyhose and feet, he explodes. A massive
orgasm, caught in slow motion. I open my
mouth wide in surprise:
“Filthy pig… look at the mess you made, what
a disgusting little pervert.”
Then I slowly peel off my cum-covered
pantyhose, hold them inches from his face, and
drape them around his neck. I let him sniff.
Then I take a fresh pair from my purse and
slide them on, right in front of his eyes. Now
I’m his secretary—and every day from now on,
I’ll drive him insane with pleasure.
CUSTOMER REQUEST
ITALIAN SPEAKING
Ten candidates for one position. But I’m not
like the others.
I show up in proper attire: white blouse, ultra
short miniskirt, sheer pantyhose, and high
heels. I sit across from the boss and slowly
cross my legs, while he tries to act
professional. His words say one thing, but his
eyes say it all—he’s going crazy for my legs.
I stand up, sit on his desk, and cross my legs
again, right in front of him. His composure
shatters. He starts complimenting me, turned
on by my body, obsessed with my pantyhose.
When I spread my legs and wrap them around
him, pulling his face close and whispering,
“If you hire me, I’ll always be dressed like
this… ready to make you cum whenever you
want,”
he totally loses it.
I start rubbing my ankle against his cock
through his pants, feeling him getting hard. I
slip off my heels: “My feet hurt…” – and when
he sees them, he goes wild. I sit in his chair,
stretch out, press my feet on his cock—one
foot on his face, the other on his bulge. I unzip
him, just the fly, and begin the footjob: slow,
intense, using my toes, soles, and arches.
When I whisper I’ll let him cum on my
pantyhose and feet, he explodes. A massive
orgasm, caught in slow motion. I open my
mouth wide in surprise:
“Filthy pig… look at the mess you made, what
a disgusting little pervert.”
Then I slowly peel off my cum-covered
pantyhose, hold them inches from his face, and
drape them around his neck. I let him sniff.
Then I take a fresh pair from my purse and
slide them on, right in front of his eyes. Now
I’m his secretary—and every day from now on,
I’ll drive him insane with pleasure.
CUSTOMER REQUEST
ITALIAN SPEAKING
Ten candidates for one position. But I’m not
like the others.
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