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I was positioned in the face sitting box in Jasmine Flowers’ private office, still wearing my suit from the morning meetings when she decided it was time for my real work. She took her time undressing me right there—sliding my jacket off my shoulders, loosening my tie and pulling it free, then unbuttoning my shirt until my chest and cock were completely exposed. Her hand wrapped around me, stroking slowly and deliberately while she looked down and told me this was exactly what I needed to do to keep my position as her intern. Then she lifted her skirt, settled her bare pussy and ass directly over my face, and sat down fully, pressing every inch of her weight onto me so I was completely beneath her. She started riding right away, rocking her hips in slow, deep circles that rubbed her wet pussy all over my mouth and nose. Jasmine came on my face the first time with a long, satisfied moan, her thighs tightening around my head as she flooded my tongue. She stayed right there and kept going, lifting up just enough to breathe before dropping back down to ride me again and again, using my face for every one of her orgasms until she was dripping and satisfied. Only after she was finished did she turn around, take my throbbing cock back in her hand, and stroke me with that same steady rhythm until I exploded hard all over myself. She patted my cheek, told me what a good boy I was, and sent me home still dazed—knowing I’d be back in the box tomorrow, ready to serve as her personal office sex slave every single day.