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Innocent, but not naïve, intern Molly knows Mr. Mason wants to fuck her. He's older and intimidating. When he maneuvers it so she is the only one left in the office with him, alone, she's trapped and at his mercy. Mr. Mason is determined to own every inch of Molly, starting with her virgin pussy, and he isn't a man known for having mercy...
He laughed again, trailing his fingers down her neck. "That's not much better, though I do kinda like the idea of you calling me Sir under certain circumstances."
She just nodded, too shy to look up and meet his dark eyes or ask what circumstances. His tone was definitely flirtatious, and she didn't think she was imagining that because she was inexperienced. He was leaning against the desk, his buttocks on the edge, and his hand holding her shoulder firmly as he stroked his thumb down her neck. It was completely inappropriate and much too intimate for an employee-employer relationship.
READ MOREShe was frantic to get out of there before things escalated, which spurred her to find a little backbone. Molly slid her chair away from him, forcing him to drop his hand, and got to her feet. "I'm all done with filing now, sir, so I'll see you tomorrow." The fear bubbled in her, and she was strongly tempted to send him an email of resignation. Only knowing how disappointed her father would be in her after he had helped her make the connection to get the job had kept her from doing so until this point.
"Going home then, honey?"
Molly nodded, not addressing the endearment. It was also inappropriate, but she was a young, slightly shy, eighteen, and she couldn't imagine confronting her boss over his lascivious behavior. "Good night, sir."
He nodded, watching her gather her things and set them on the edge of the desk. She realized as she started to leave that she was going to have to slip past him and step over his legs, which remained spread out in front of him, blocking her path to the exit from the cubicle. She bit her lip, wishing she could insist he move, or show him icy disdain as she made a pointed attempt to step over him and ignore his intimidation. Instead, she just stared at the floor for a moment, barely able to summon her voice when she whispered, "Excuse me, Mr. Mason, but you're blocking the path."
"Yes, I guess I am," he said with an easy grin. "You might just have to step over me, honey."
She knew it was a trap, but she couldn't stand there all night either. He would eventually grow bored with his game and either reach for her or leave. She just wanted to escape right then, so she took a deep breath, grasped her purse, and tried to step around and over her boss at the same time. In the process, the heels that she was still unaccustomed to wearing unbalanced her, and she ended up falling.
If it hadn't been for Mr. Mason, she would've face-planted in the carpet. Instead, her face ended up pressed against his stomach, and she thrashed with panic when his hand pressed against the back of her head, keeping her from moving or drawing in a deep breath.
"So eager, Molly. Since you're down there, do me a favor and take out my cock. The zipper is killing me, since I'm so hard."
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