The Intern

I sat staring at her during the job interview. It was an easy interview: "Why do you want to work here?" That kind of thing. But I was having trouble recalling my questions. Lily was staring back at me patiently waiting. My focus was on her short, tight dress. Her tits were at the small end of medium size, but the low cut top showed off a little bit of lacy bra makong it easy to stare and her tits were perfect on her tiny, skinny frame. She was wearing pantyhose and her legs were crossed, but I was staring just in case I could get the tiniest peek at panties. Jesus Christ she was a fucking work of art.  She had turned 18 the day before, becoming eligible to work as an intern while she pursued her GED and immediately dropped out of high school. She was my best friend's daughter and I had seen her periodically as a kid, but my fucking God she had grown up well.

"So, when can you start?"

She smiled and said something. I don't even know what she said, then she stood up. The whole time she was on her feet, she kept pulling down on her skirt, as if she were trying to make it an inch or two longer. Maybe my staring made her uncomfortable. But I couldn't help it. If that dress were half an inch higher, I would be seeing her panty-covered little pussy - but even in a dress that short, she had so much thigh gap. Mind blowing. 

She had a tiny waist and hips and a tight ass on a petite frame. Perfect handfuls of tit. A very sweet smile with small facial features and big blue eyes with dirty blonde hair. Her voice was so sweet and girly... immature even. I couldn't focus. 

"Thank you, Brian."

"What?"

"I said thank you, Brian!" She was yelling. I wonder how long I was daydreaming. 

"Oh, you're welcome. But Lily, call me Mr. Davis here."

"Oh, okay. Thank you Mr. Davis!"

My God she was sexy. I had just turned 50 and my wife was fat and had no sex drive, but this girl made me feel like a teenager again. I just wanted to fuck her senseless. I couldn't focus on anything else. 

That summer was hard and my dick was hard, too. I was beating off every night. I couldn't focus at work. All the other intern boys her department would hit on her constantly and she would tease them. She'd say something and overemphasize the word "hard," or she'd talk about sex and always say the word "fuck" just right. Just hearing her be vulgar was such a turn on. She knew exactly what she was doing. But I didn't think she was giving it up to any of them. 

She would never dodge locker room talk with the guys like the other girls, when sex came up. She would just stand there listening and then I'd hear her kill the room with a comment like "oh no. I hate loving sex. I just like to fuck hard and get off." One day, one of the interns commented about how blowjobs never made him cum, and she started talking about how good she was at sucking dick. "My mouth always makes guys blow their load." Later I heard her say "good girls always swallow." Every one of those poor bastards was just dying.

Her skirts were so short, you'd sometimes get a panty peek. Just a flash of color, but not much - and I always tried. She never really teased me too hard. I figured that's because I was her dad's friend. It would be weird. 

But my God, she was brutal with her direct supervisor, my friend Hank. Their conversations were entirely inappropriate and he made very little attempt to hide that he was always undressing her with his eyes. Eventually, I started to get the feeling something beyond flirtation was going on between them. They were just always away at the same time. Hank was disheveled more and so was she. He looked happier. Then, one time, they were locked in a copy room together and when someone knocked, there was a lot of activity. Eventually they both came out and Lily had scraped knees. The rumors started flying. 

Everything came to a head at our annual offsite. Our company would go for one week of meetings at a beautiful New England beach resort. We'd all go and have a bunch of meetings and drinking. All sorts of fun. It was my job to work out the venue logistics and I made sure my room was right between Lily and Hank. I wanted to know what was going on. 

Lily had the slutty secretary thing going on at work, but at night it was much worse. Short skirts, fishnet pantyhose, knee high boots. Some tops were cut off, others were basically bras. She would go dancing at night. I'd watch her dance with the intern boys, letting them feel her up. She be jumping around drunk in a frilly skirt, flashing her panties more than I dreamed possible back in the office. The other interns were thoroughly enjoying themselves. But she would always leave alone.

I rushed back to my room the first night and put my ear to the Hank's wall. Sure enough, I heard hushed orgasms. Hank was having an incredible time and from the sounds of it so was she. I was surprised, but definitely not shocked. I guess she had a thing for older guys. Listening to them was making me more curious about her. There would be quiet voices for a while then I'd hear Hank "oh GOD! yesYESYES..." then back to the same. He wasn't cumming. They were back to business immediately. It was very peculiar. What was she doing to this guy??? I had to know.

I also heard her whispering a lot and he'd go crazy. I wondered what fucked up things she was saying. I only had four days left and I'd never know.

The next day during the meetings I stepped out. I had booked all the rooms, so I went to the desk and asked for a spare key to room 345, Lily's room. I walked into her room and looked around. It smelled like her. My dick was rock hard. It felt so good to violate her, if only he privacy, going through her personal things. 

There were clothes on the floor and an unmade bed. Everything smelled like her. She had a book. "American Psycho," an interesting choice. In her nightstand she had a vibrator, condoms, KY, edibles, and Plan B. Clearly thinking of fucking on this trip.

The closet was full of slutty dresses. Everything was size XS, 0-2, or kids 14. She was a tiny little thing. She had she t-shirts with her high school logo, all XS.

Her first drawer had socks, some ankle high some knee high some mesh. Then there were the bras... all different colors, one sheer white bra that must look amazing on her, and a few white tube top bras. Then the panty drawer. Cute cotton panties, spandex shorts, and the thongs. Polkadot, little hearts, dirty logos ("slut" and "cum inside"). It felt so good to spy on her.  Then I noticed she had a tablet on the floor by the mirror. This could be gold. 

I picked it up and started trying passwords. 1234567 unlocked it. Stupid girl. I had all the selfies. Pictures of her in her panties, some with her tits out, a video of her cumming with her vibrator, and a couple of her sucking some lucky dick. Then there were some shots with cum in her mouth and cum on her face. I found a digital diary. The tablet was an incredible find. I gut my laptop from my room and backed up everything. I added a Google cloud backup so I would get updates. 

At that point, it was getting late and I went back to my room. Soon, I could hear her fucking Hank next door and I laid in my bed, listening to Hank cum his brains out, and bought Bluetooth cameras from Amazon prime to be delivered the next morning. 

The next day, I called in sick and hid my new cameras. Then I laid in bed reading her diary. I was shocked. She was a total nympho.

There were stores from school where she was trying to seduce and devirginize a many of her classmates as she could, just for fun. She loved the way virgin boys looked when they put their dick inside her for the first time. She fucked a teacher just to see if she could. She wrote about how long she tortured him and teased him in class. In the end she got so close to him that he ripped her clothes off in his office and fucked her on his desk.  He ended up getting divorced and she wrote about how horny it made her thinking that he gave up his life just to have an orgasm inside her. After that, he tried to be with her, but she told him she wasn't interested. 

She ended up getting caught by her father after the teacher incident and he put her in therapy. So she started telling the therapist in detail about all of her experiences until she successfully seduced the therapist and blackmailed him for money so he could keep his license and family. 

Now she was working for us and I was all wrong about her time here. She had fucked half the intern boys. She had fucked our fat IT guy. And, of course, Hank. She was using Hank to help her career and she loved that his marriage was so miserable he came so hard for her. It was all a game for her. 

Soon she came into her room and I flipped in my laptop to stream video and record. She had a hotel employee all over her. They were furiously making out as he ripped her clothes off. She gave him head and he took control fucking her hard and fast. He was done in a few minutes. I couldn't blame the guy. I wouldn't have lasted either. She washed up, put on a tube top and panties under a robe, then ran over to Hank's room, where I watched on the other camera. 

I heard him groan as she dropped to her knees and went right to work on his cock. A few minutes in, I heard him yelp. She was in the middle of blowing him. She must have been doing something weird with her mouth. 

She worked on him for literally hours. Sucking him. Fucking him. Dancing for him. It must have been heaven. She was an adorable work of art. She went back to her room at 3am and slept it off for a few hours before getting up to workout before 3 more days of meetings. 

At lunch, I asked her if i could come by her room at 6p. I wanted to talk to her about something important. She tried to say she had plans, but I insisted we had to talk about something critical for her future at the company and she agreed. Later I watched her whisper something into Hank's ear. He was devastated. 

That night I showed up at her place at 5:55p. She offered to meet in the lobby or my room. But I insisted, stepping inside. She had cleaned up. She had tried not to dress sexy. She was wearing a cotton tshirt and blue soffee shorts with a white elastic waist band. She sat Indian style on her bed and I could see white cotton panties in a gap between her shorts and her thigh. She noticed me staring and quickly covered up.

"So, what is this about?"

"We need to talk about some office rumors that I've been hearing."

She looked down. "What... rumors?"

"Well, before we get to that, let's start with the way you dress. Do you know what it does to men having a teenage intern walking around looking like that?"

"Like what?"

"Well... hot. To be candid."

She smiled.

"Lily. What are you doing with your life? How do you want people to think of you?"

"I mean. I like to fuck. If I were a man nobody would think anything of this."

"That's not true." It was kind of true. I lowered my volume.  "You don't think I hear you fucking a married man over there?" I pointed at Hank's room.

"What? Wait, why are you listening?"

"I'm worried about you. Have you ever gotten counseling?" I knew the answer to that. 

"Sorta. I told him about how naughty I was and then he just had to fuck me, too. So I let him devour me."

"Jesus."

"I have had a lot of guys tell me that they want to help me: Friends at school...  Counselors... teachers... and now coworkers. But in the end, they always just want to cum." She was staring right at me. "I don't blame them. I tease them so much. It's an intense desire, the way I drive them crazy. And it looks like it's one hell of an intense experience when they finally get to put it in me, have an orgasm, and get some relief when they finally squirt their cum in me.  It's very satisfying. And my mouth... it's nirvana."

I was speechless.

She stretched on the bed, letting her shirt ride up over her tight tummy and her panties show through her leg hole. "What about you, Brian? Or umm... Mister Davis?"

"What about what?"

She slowly tied her hair into pigtails and inched closer to me. "Do you really want to help me out do you just want to take advantage of me, too?" She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I bet you're just aching to fuck me. Hold my little body, naked, next to yours. Kiss me. Penetrate me. Hold me down while you pump and pump... and pump. Listen to my moans while you feel it coming. Then explode inside of me. Isn't that what you really want? " 

"I uhh... what?"

"Yeah. I don't think you want to help me. I think you just want to take advantage of the hot, tight little office slut you hired. I can't believe you.  You're friends with my dad. I've known you since I was a little girl. Now you just want to pump a load in me like every other man... This is too weird." 

She leaned forward and let her shirt hang down. I gave in and felt her up, putting my hands on her tits with a long sigh. They felt like heaven.

She smiled. "I knew it!"

I put my hand on her ass, pulling her in, and she straddled me. I started kissing her and making out with her hard. She pulled her shirt over her head and I buried my face in her tits.  I slid my hand up her shorts, touching her panties.

"Do you think about me when you jerk off?"

I nodded. 

"How many times?" 

"Hundreds. Maybe thousands."

She grinned and unbuttoned my pants, smiling, and pulled them down. She got down on her knees and started playing with my dick and balls. "Well if you need some relief that bad, I guess you deserve to get off at least once." She fondled my balls. "Let me see if I can drain these for you."

She started kissing my balls and shaft, teasing it lightly with the top of her tongue until I was begging for her to suck. I was being too loud, but I needed a good sucking. I hadn't had good head in decades. I couldn't stand the denial any more. 

"Fine. I'll suck it you naughty boy. This feels so wrong. I can't believe I'm blowing my dad's friend right now."

Then I felt her lips cover my dick, getting swallowed up by her warm mouth. Her tongue pressed hard on the underside of my cock an she sucked hard on the way down, providing an incredible feeling of relief.  I had wanted this for so long and I groaned far too loud. I felt her tongue moving, massaging my shaft, then when I was all the way in, she stuck out her tongue and teased my balls while my shaft was down her throat. I almost died. A couple thrusts in and out if her mouth and I was yelling as I spurt several shots of cum right into her throat. I had only lasted a few minutes.

I collapsed on the bed and she laid next to me, slipping off her shorts. I continued to kiss her and feel her body for at least 30 minutes until I was hard again. 

I put my hand on her thigh and felt her bald pussy through her panties. I pulled them aside and fingered her young slit. "You wet little slut." I couldn't wait any longer. I lined up my dick and drilled her. 

"Is this the first time you cheated on your wife?"

I nodded. "Yes!"

"Give in for me.  I love it. Is it worth it?  Is my tight slit worth it?"

"God yes." I felt her body hard, all over.  Squeezing her wherever I could. Trying to memorize everything about this moment in case it never comes again. 

"Fuck me however you want. Treat me like a little whore. Use me."

I slapped her across the face to shut her up. She smiled. Then I bit her and flipped her over, drilling her into the bed as I felt her little ass. "Get out your vibrator."

"What?"

I took her vibrator out of the night stand and turned it on. "I want to feel you cum on my shaft."

She put it on her clit, moaning while I pumped her little cunt. She was so tight and she sounded so cute as she got closer to cumming. 

"Oh god." She tensed up and started shaking.

I grabbed her hair.  "Are you going to cum you fucking whore?"

"Yes. Yesyesyesyes.... oh fuck I'm gonna cum hard." She started shaking harder. 

"That's a good little slut." I pulled my dick out of her pussy and jammed it in her asshole, shocking her as she exploded with a long scream. 

Then Hank knocked on the door. "Are... are you ok in there?"

Lily responded "GO AWAY! ... FUCK" still reeling, in the middle of an orgasm with her vibrator on high while she was getting her little asshole pounded. With a loud squeal she came again. 

It was all more than I could take. My body tensed up and I screamed while I blew the most satisfying load of my life. A huge orgasm hit me like a brick and felt like it was coursing through my veins. 

We both collapsed to catch our breath, then started laughing. 

Lily broke the silence. "Well you sure enjoyed that you perverted fuck. Been fantasizing about me for a while, I see."

"No comment."

"Well tomorrow in going to tease you like you've never been teased. It's going to be torture. But you're not getting anything."

She wasn't kidding. She was wearing a tiny tube top, basically a bra, with short denim shorts over fishnet. She spent the day flirting heavily with all sorts of guys right in front of me. That night there was dancing in the bar attached to the hotel and she was all over me. I felt that tight little body all night long. It got late and I told her I was going to bed. 

"Can I kiss you?"

We were right in front of everyone. I was married. The obvious answer was no. "Okay." My dick answered for me. 

She leaned in and put her lips on mine. The taste of her breath on my lips was driving me mad. She lightly touched my dick through my pants. But she didn't kiss. "You'd better listen to my wall tonight. Okay?"

"Okay."

"But don't you dare get off tonight. It you'll never touch me again."

"Okay."

After a few hours in my room, I heard her walk in with somebody. Of course, I didn't need my ear to the wall. I pulled up my laptop and started streaming. She was with Alex, a tubby little shy intern himself. He was young. 

She stripped down to bra and panties and was giving him a lap dance. He was sitting on the bed speechless with his chest heaving. She pulled off his pants and went to work on his cock. He screamed on pleasure. I heard that through the wall. Then, she stood him up. "Cum on my face. Come on. I want your cum on me. Use me. Use me like a whore."

With a long groan, he unloaded on her face. Then, she kicked him out and got off a few times with her vibrator. I was laying in bed with a hard dick. I was miserable. 

At 1a there was a knock on my door. Lily was there.

"Hey. It's after midnight. Your day off pain is over." She grabbed my dick and squeezed it gently. She handed me a room key. "Why don't you come over and rape me?"

I smiled.

She handed me a room key. "Come by on 30 minutes. See ya."

I couldn't believe it. I was looking forward to some kinky shit. I took a quick shower and snuck into her room. She was in the bathroom brushing her teeth. She had on black boyshorts and a black bra. I spied on her through the crack in the bathroom door. When she came out I grabbed her and she shrieked loud. At this point in the week, nobody from the hotel was responding to screams from Lily's room.

I picked her up over my shoulder and threw her on the bed. She was flailing and screaming while I pinned her down and worked off her panties. I barely remember what happened next with all my pent up rage and sexual frustration. But I got into those panties and I fucked her tight young slit long and hard while she thrashed around, crying and screaming. I held her down by her throat, spitting on her face and slapping her senseless. 

When I was ready to finish, I pulled out and shot loads on her stomach and face. I needed to cum so badly. It felt absolutely amazing. 

I dozed off and when I woke up I was alone in her room. When I got back to my room, she was there alone in the bed, in jeans and a tshirt. 

She pulled up a video on her tablet of the previous night. "You raped me. I'm going to the police." I guess I wasn't the only one making secret recordings.

"You said you wanted that."

"No. Your word against mine."

I took a minute, sitting down to process this turn of events. She knew if she teased the hell out of me and then asked me to rape her I'd lose it. "You fucking bitch."

"Who do you think they would believe?" She started to cry. "I think the officers will want to help me."

"What do you want?"

"A raise. I want $125k per year." 

"I can't. I don't make that decision alone. Nobody will go for it."

"You'll think of something." She got up to leave. 

"Wait! I'll give you my retirement savings. Ok?"

"How much?"

"About $1.25m. So 10 years worth of that salary."

She sat quietly, wheels spinning. "You can just take that out?"

"No. But come to the bank with me. And dress cute. We're going to need all your charm. Be here at 9pm."

The next day at exactly 9, she showed up at my room dressed to impress. Tight white tshirt with a black bra under it showing through. Cute denim miniskirt. Bare tummy. We went out to my car and I started driving.

"We're just going to the closest branch to my bank," I explained. I was actually driving to the highest crime area I could find. About 30 miles out. Soon I was in the middle of a ghetto.

Lily could tell subverting wasn't right. "Are you sure you're going the right way? Al there's no way they're even open."

"Yeah. I made a special appointment. It does look a little sketch out here. I bet we'll be through this area soon." I put my hand up her leg and felt her thigh, working my way up and she slapped it away. "Bitch. I'm giving you over a million dollars. Let me see some fucking skin."

She shook her head defiantly. "You've already had your fun. If you want to keep your marriage and your job, you know what you have to do."

I saw a bunch of thugs standing on a corner, drinking. I turned off my lights and turned to poor Lily. She looked scared. I wrestled off her shirt while she screamed and copped a few more feels. Then I took out a sharpie. I wrote "I hate niggers" all over her hot little body and drove up to the crowd. I opened the door, kicked her out, and sped off. I could hear her screaming as I drove away.

I circled around 20 minutes later and I could see them taking turns fucking her, bent over a dumpster while she cried in agony. The next morning I drove by the same dumpster and saw her lifeless body. She was lying there dead, badly beaten, covered in cum.

Nobody ever figured out how she got out there, but they arrested a few guys for the rape and murder. I never had to worry about that bitch again.