Where the hell was her confidence for this interview? Was it lost in the desperate silence of the office? It was just her in a tight dress, slowly tapping her leg against the desk. Her only company was a small plant on the table, which seemed desperate for watering.
Just like the plant, she felt an unstoppable thirst inside her. Single and unemployed for months, she slowly let go of all enthusiasm, standing so insecurely on the edge of despair. Trying to resist time, she coped pretty well with her age. Many said she looked as if she was in her early thirties, but she was almost 42. Yes, looking good was her talent. With almost no wrinkles to reveal her loneliness, she wondered why beauty is not a key for success. Unable to answer such question, she forgot the real purpose of staring at the screen, into the abyss.
A strong masculine voice interrupted her self-analysis.
A voice like that… one should obey.
“Please, come inside.”
It is absolutely amazing how many thoughts emerge in the female mind while alone with a man of business, a man of power, in a cozy office.
“Please, take a seat.”
Heavy curtains prevented a sunny day from disturbing this man’s intentions. Cigarette smoke and scotch set the atmosphere ablaze.
“Please, relax. My name is Zeus.”
Greek people do have a sense of humor, she thought.
Still, she could not take her eyes off him, following every slow move of his hand, wishing it was on her neck or the cusp of her lower back.
Strange names aside, this man was absolutely gorgeous.
A stretched white shirt held his tanned chest with an attractive dose of elegance, as if a fire was burning beneath, reaching her entire body, piece by piece. His smile shined through a perfectly shaped beard. Instead of eyes, he had two wells of blue coldness, where somehow, she discovered animal passion.
He talked and talked. He might have as well have talked for ages. After a thousand years, she would still peacefully listen to every word he said with that crisp, dark, rough voice of his. Still, there was one thing on her mind that she couldn’t let go. She decided to ask.
“Are you named after the Greek deity, Zeus?”
A moment of silence passed.
The entire back wall of his office was glass. She could see the rain pouring down outside.
Zeus raised his right hand, palm open.
“Not quite,” he responded.
His hand closed into a fist, and in the same moment, ravenous thunder echoed through the room. The entire office was illuminated and several lightning bolts descended from the sky behind his silhouette.
She was awestruck.
He was Zeus.
“Miss Basford. I can see you are not here for the interview.”
His look drowned slowly into her richly endowed torso, eyeing her loosely unbuttoned shirt. She shamelessly wished he could see the erotic lingerie hiding what was soon going to be his.
A sudden breeze of coldness wrapped her body. She could feel her nipples harden, ready and willing to get as close as possible to the hands of a deity.
Zeus walked across the room.
He was closing the door! Calm as if a fire was not burning between them, he approached her slowly from behind, making her guess the upcoming move.
“It was destiny that brought you here.”
“There must be a misunderstanding. I am here for the job you offered, to be evaluated.”
“That is exactly what I was planning to do, miss. Evaluate you.”
His strong hands pulled her shoulders towards that strong, broad chest, she stared at just a moment ago.
She knew there were no boundaries… not before she completely belonged to him. His lips moved slowly down her neck, whispering words of magic.
Soon, that wonderful, sunny day turned into a storm. A wind dash opened the windows and lightening stroke almost at the reach of their hands. For Zeus and his recent sparkle, that seemed to be irrelevant.
For the sparkle, it was more than an ideal first task.
Confident women turn me on, he said. A strong boner confirmed that, by poking her firm ass, trying to reach the place where soon all wish would materialize. She was incapable of speaking, while his tongue explored her mouth in a rush.
Gentle for the first time, Zeus pushed her down on the knees. God, he must be spending months in the gym, she thought, while touching his slightly spread legs. Come on touch it. Let me see what those hands could do. Before he could say whatever else, she filled her palms with a penis of a completely unknown man. She could feel his heart beat stronger with every move of her perfect red nails. So willing to obey him, she soon swallowed the hard penis, enjoying every single drop. She craved to be possessed for so long! And now, this extremely sexy man will fuck her.
Trembling, she lay down on the sofa, waiting for him to undress her. Slowly, every unnecessary piece was removed and a gorgeous body was revealed.
“Say it,” Zeus commanded.
She knew exactly what to say.
“Take me, please take me!”
His hand transferred from the messy hair down her torso towards the already wet pussy. Skilled as no man before him, he played with her tiny clitoris and soon pushed two of his long fingers inside.
Now, there was no way back.
She was screaming louder and louder.
A tremendous rush of ecstasy merged the two bodies in one. In a moment of silence, she felt the weight of his body and the pervasive look of those blue eyes.
Before a moment passed, he was upon her, and she felt his hard penis thrust inside, moving faster with each rhythm. He was turning into a beast, pulling the hair over her face, taking her as if that was the mere reason of their existence.
Penetrating her deeply was not enough. He reached down with his right hand, allowing her to catch a glimpse of his toned forearm, placing two fingers against her clit. With each thrust of his hard throbbing cock, he rubbed her clit with his fingers deeper into the rhythm.
“I love it. I LOVE it. Oh!”
She was being fucked by rolling thunder and the wrath of god, about to have the climax of a lifetime.
With all pretenses released, paradise was right here on earth. An orgasm, strong as never before, tore her soul apart. Wildest dreams do come true, she thought, while delving deeper into the moment.
Zeus slid his throbbing deity-cock from her wet, dripping, and thoroughly-fucked pussy. She wanted to see his pleasure. He gripped his massive totem with his right hand and unleashed his pantheon of seed upon her mortal, quivering body. Her breasts, neck, stomach, thighs, pussy, and clit were covered in his cum.
She had been fucked… by a deity.