HIS69-543 Take It All
Take It All
HIS69
HIS69-543
Jon Hartley
$3.95
Take It All
HIS69
HIS69-543
Jon Hartley
$3.95
Excerpt
It was going to be one of those visits, Kerry thought. The butterflies in his stomach flapped twice as fast. Trembling fingers flipped the lock. He’d been in the library studying for a final exam when he got Mr. Hillier’s message. “Have a seat, young man.” Mr. Hillier waved a hand toward one of the vinyl-covered chairs across from his massive desk.
Kerry sat down on the edge of the chair, wondering what was up. Usually Mr. Hillier had his fly unzipped, ready for action. Kerry attributed the change to finals week. Everything got screwed up the last week of a semester. “There’s good news and bad,” Mr. Hillier began. He fingered his blond mustache, as if he were admiring his good looks in a mirror.
The tall ash-blond man looked especially appealing in his chocolate blazer and striped tie. At forty, Mr. Hillier’s scalp already showed through the blond hair carefully arranged on the top of his head, but it made him all the more appealing to Kerry.
Kerry felt one of Mr. Hillier’s speeches coming on. But he didn’t mind. There was still the locked door. That meant that Hillier wanted his cock sucked. Kerry was willing to put up with any number of long speeches for a chance to suck Hillier’s big beautiful unclipped cock.
“As you know, Kerry, it is the school’s policy to find a position for all graduating students. And after careful study of the job market, I’ve found the perfect position for a boy, or I should say man, with your superior qualifications.”
Kerry’s back stiffened. It was the news he had been waiting for. But Hillier droned on in his public-speaking voice.
“Sanders, you are not only graduating at the top of your class, but at eighteen, you are the youngest person to ever graduate from the Sloan School of Business.”
“With your mental capacities and your drive, not to mention your physical endowments, you’ve got the business world by the balls!,” he chuckled. “If you’ll pardon my injecting a bit of crude humor. One day soon you’ll have your own private secretary instead of being someone’s secretary.”
“The bad news, Mr. Hillier?” Kerry cut in.
“Oh, yes.” Hillier cleared his throat. “Your age. Your lack of experience. But the good news is, we’ve placed you with Ian Fashions in the mailroom.”
Kerry experienced a sinking feeling. Hillier raised a hand. “The starting salary isn’t all that great, but there is room for advancement. There’ll be no stopping you. You can go to the top!”
Hillier leaned back in his swivel chair. One hand slid down his middle to his crotch. “Let’s get on with it, Kerry.” He said, his public-speaking voice suddenly gone. “I’ve been feeling sexy all morning.”
Kerry got up and moved around the desk. His knees seemed to be made of Jell-O. As Kerry dropped to the carpet, Hillier swiveled, his thighs spread, his trapped genitals bulging invitingly.
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