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The "Interview"

By: esmith00



It started so easily.

They were so sex starved and I was so available and in charge...

I was working to investigate an excessive force claim by a female "client". I was in internal affairs. Boy whatta title. 

She was beautiful and looked just like Daryl Hannah of Splash fame.

I had just begun to write, but I couldn't concentrate. She was blond, 5'5", and 36, 24,36. Just perfect in every way, except she was waiting for her lawyer to get her out. She had been in for months now and open to any suggestion I thought.

I was staring at her tits and she noticed, but she didn't look away or move so I couldn't see. She just opened her shirt just a little more.

She had perfect skin and I was taking advantage of the view when she said, "Hey! You gonna write or shall we talk about something else?"

I choked out, " Something else." 

She leaned forward, exposing the fact she had no bra on and her breasts were just as perfect as the rest of her. " I was wondering if you could get me something."

At this point, I would have given her my wallet. " Where could a girl in here find some male companionship?"

I laughed and said I could think of a few ways...

"Maybe with you?" She said.( I was just about to explode in my pants right there.) " How bout we move to the library?" I said. "Good idea!" she said.

I was able to move clients anywhere I wanted so no one would suspect what we were about to do.

When we got to the library I closed the door. No cameras or sound equipment. Just a few books, chairs and a table. It was closed at this time of the day so we were not to be disturbed during our "interview".

I started to talk but barely got a word out when she came to me and kissed me full on the mouth with just a little tongue flicking in and out....

My hands were instantly on her breasts. She started to moan... just a little moan and I moved to her pants.... I pulled them down in a second and exposed her perfectly shaved pussy. What a turn on!

I had my mouth on her nipples now warming them with my mouth and then letting the air get to them so they stood at attention beautifully. She began working on my belt.

I moved my hand to that perfect pussy and found her legs open to allow me maximum entry. I put two fingers in and she moaned and gasped as I found her clit full and swollen.

As I massaged her clit her breathing became fuller and her moans more breathless, she let my pants drop and I pulled out my 8-inch member.

Still kissing me she put her hand on me and then dropped to her knees. My dick was gone down her throat in a second. Not just some of it... all of it! I thought, these girls got some talent!

All I could do was stand and watch my dick disappear again and again I tried to make it last but she was too good at her craft until I shot fully in her mouth. She didn't pull away, just swallowed until I stopped coming.

After I come, I am still hard after a blowjob. So I was ready for further action immediately. She seemed surprised that I was ready so soon and I sat down on a chair and called her to me to sit.

She straddled my still hard dick and grabbed it half way down the shaft. She rubbed her lips 2 or 3 times with it parting the lips more and more and she lowered her crotch down on it and I watched that perfect pussy swallow all 8 inches just like that. She even raised her knees to put all her weight on me but it was too long for her and she jumped just a bit as I hit her cervix. I relaxed my butt so as to not give her all of me and she started to pump up and down coating me with her juices. When I was fully wet she picked up the pace and soon I was pushing up again giving her all of me. 

Watching her pussy swallow me up was fantastic! She plunged again and again on me until she let out a long soulful moan as she came.

We kissed as we faced each other until I stood her up again and had her lean over the table. I had the full view of her ass and I penetrated her from behind with no ceremony at all. I was not fully in and she was pushing back on me as it thrust forward. The sight of my dick filling her, her moans and grunts every time I hit bottom, the smell of that ass had me all worked up! Her skin was perfect even on her back and I loved the way her ass was muscular. (Girl worked out!)

I was jack hammering her from behind and she was loving it. She let out a little yelp as she came again and that was all I could take. One more thrust and I exploded again. Instead of stopping, I continued to thrust until I stopped coming and I was semi hard. Her legs were shaking as she stood up and finally my dick came out of her. We kissed and I promised I would " interview" her again soon.

The Interview



Sitting in the lobby for my interview so nervous I wanted to scream. Everything just felt...off today. Hands shaking I twist the ring on my right hand thinking about all my mistakes. I worry about the short length of my skirt as it rides up my thighs. I couldn't manage anything better; the dry cleaners gave me the wrong suit. Even a damn rip in my last pair of tights. I hope the interviewer won't notice the hooks on my black stockings. I'll try not to bend over or make any sudden movements. Oh god I'm so nervous. 

"Victoria! Mrs. Cherie will see you now."

My eyes widen, heart skipping a beat. A woman? I hope she'll be understanding and overlook the flaws in the way I dressed. I really need this job and no matter what, I'll do whatever she wants. I'm here to please as a good secretary should.

Ushered into a large office, I quickly look around then focus on Mrs. Cherie, the interviewer, as the thick doors shut quietly behind me. I smile brightly and move forward as she greets me with a firm handshake. Her long dark hair and beautiful skin strike me. She's beautiful. My eyes can't help but stare down her body slowly, lingering over the swell of her breasts under her bold blue cardigan and down to her strong legs slipped into leopard heels.

I quickly look up to see the amused expression on her face, one perfect eyebrow slightly arched as she waits for me to finish my inspection. It's clear she understands perfectly what effect she has on me. Oh, how I would love for her to come near me, just for a kiss. She's perfect, a rose with no flaws or tears on the petals. I can smell a hint of her Chanel perfume emanating from her neck. I'm overcome by a sudden desire to bite at it, to taste her. Flustered now, I shake my head and refocus my thoughts. My smile frozen in place I sit and introduce myself. For the next 10 minutes I list my assets, places I've worked. Answering her questions to the best of my ability.

Staring me in the eyes she asks, "Your qualifications are good, you have experience but then so do the other 30 girls I've interviewed. So, tell me. Why should you work here and what sets you apart from the rest?" 

"I am very hardworking and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to please you." I reply, my fingers nervously stroking my stockings. Finished, I stare at her cherry red lips, overcome with a sudden thought of slipping my tongue between them.

Focusing again I see a quick smirk flash across her face as if she could read my thoughts. Sitting quietly I try again. "If you tell me to do something, regardless of what it is, no matter how outrageous, I will do it. No questions asked. I know how to please... my voice falters as the interviewer suddenly gets up from her chair, walks around to lean against the front of her huge desk looking down at me appraisingly.

"Mrs. Cherie?"

"Call me Maitresse, little girl. You say you'd do anything would you?" Gripping the arms of my chair she pulls me closer. Leaning in close to my ear, her breath on my neck sends chills down my back and a flush to my cheeks.

"I think I might have the perfect position open for you. One I'm going to personally supervise. Would you like to know what it is?

Hypnotized, I nod quickly, gazing deep into her beautiful blues eyes noticing, almost as an afterthought, that one of them was half blue half brown.

"You say you're ready to do anything, but I think you need to be further trained. You're going to be my dirty little slut, and we'll see how far you're willing to go.

"Yes, Maitresse."

"I knew the minute you came in here with that short little skirt that you were dirty. You look positively filthy in those stockings, Did you think I wouldn't notice the hooks?" Pointing to the floor in front of her she snapped, "Get down." 

Stunned at her sudden change I blink and stare with disbelief. Before I can process all that is happening, my body betrays me. My knees have already touched the floor. I stare up at her with my lips open, glossy, unable to speak at the shocking rush of lust tearing through my body. Smiling now she leans down to pet my head, stroking my thick black hair and I turn to kiss her hand. 

Smack!

Eyes dark with sudden fury she scolds me. "Did I give you permission to touch me, slut? Don't you dare try to kiss me with that childish sticky gloss you covered those slutty lips in."

Unable to process that I'd been slapped I could feel my cheek redden, overcome with embarrassment at the gushing wetness between my legs. I stammer, " I'm sorry! I am an ungrateful dirty slut, Maitresse. Please forgive me for touching without permission. I will do whatever you tell me like a good girl."

Relaxing, she leans back, "First lesson learned. Good. Your training will continue now. I want you to bring me a gin and tonic from the bar over there."

I started to rise from the floor stopping as she raised a finger. "No, you will crawl. Hurry now, if it takes longer than one minute, I will spank you til you cannot sit. When you get back, you will show me what you're wearing underneath that cheap outfit. I bet a slut like you did not even wear panties, just those stockings, trying to get people to look at those hooks. Tick tock, little girl, don't disappoint me now." 

Still reeling over what was happening to me but not wanting to disappoint I began crawling towards the cabinet. I could feel my skirt ride up far enough to expose my entire ass which wiggled with each knee forward. Staying on my knees I straightened up to make my new mistress a gin and tonic. A lazy voice in the distance called out, "Bombay Sapphire and not too much ice. Use a tray so you don't spill on the rug"

Drink prepared, I quickly crawl back to her hoping to beat the clock and avoid the blistering spanking I knew would follow. Her hand was already held out as she looked at her schedule. I slid the gin and tonic gently in.

The minutes tick by as she works, sipping from her drink. I feel impatient and want her attention on me but she still doesn't turn to look at me. I speak," Maitresse?"

"Yes?"

I have her attention and with that I turn my body around with my eyes never breaking our stare. I show her how my skirt has ridden up completely, my bare ass in plain view. My head is twisted around so I can look into her eyes. Like a dog, I stay on all fours waiting for her to train me. 

"Unhook those stockings now, slut." 

My hands slowly reach down, sliding down my thigh and-

"No. You'll do it with your teeth." 

"But-"

"Are you disobeying me?" she asks with such a stern tone, I whimper. 

"No, Maitresse." I slowly contort my body and bend my head down, biting at the hooks til I feel them slip apart, one by one. Finished, I return to all fours with my ass in the air. Trembling, I stare back in terrible longing. The throbbing between my legs is becoming unbearable. I need to be touched.

It seems my prayers have been heard. I feel her hands slide over my ass, "Why bother wearing panties you slut? You're sopping wet. Don't you dare drip on my carpet." Her fingers glide down my slit, pushing on my clit. I can't help but moan while my ass trembles, pussy throbbing from her touch. With one hand, she yanks my lace panties up and I feel it dig into my sticky pussy. 

"Ahh!" I scream, throwing my head back, my hair draping the dimples of my lower back. I can hear her snicker, knowing how wet she's made me. "You really are a dirty whore, look how wet your cunt is. I haven't even started fingering it. Just for that, I won't let you cum today. I never said you were allowed to get wet."

In a panic, my eyes begging, I gasp, "I'm sorry, Maitresse, please, I didn't know." 

"You know now, don't you?" I vigorously nod. "Good, I'm going to give you a little present in your ass and your pussy. Something all sluts like you dream about." Her hand pulls out two huge dildos from a desk drawer. Overcome with fright I close my eyes. She slaps my cheek with them. "Don't look away, slut, or it will go much worse for you. You've got two minutes to force both of these into those slut holes of yours. 

Shouldn't be a difficult task for you. Now turn around so I can see your entire body, you little whore."

Pinned by her steely gaze, I can't look away. I turn my body around, my fingers slip my sopping wet panties off and pull down my ripped stockings. I shove my fingers into my pussy, biting my lip to stop from moaning. All the wet juices... I slide them down to my ass, fingering it until I can slide my fingers in easily. I can feel all the wet, slick juices filling both my holes. I'm so wet, that the large dildo slides in so easy, I can feel how tightly my pussy squeezes it. The second dildo is more difficult but my ass soon surrenders and it slides slowly in and I can't help but scream when they begin vibrating strongly. "Ahhh!" I scream. So loud, I'm sure everybody in the building knows what's being done to me. I bite my lip hard to stop from screaming. I close my eyes, and try to open them immediately before-

Smack!

"I told you not to look away, slut. If I have to remind you again, I won't allow you to come for two days straight. 

I nod my head and silence my voice. I can feel the dildos completely filling each of my holes, making my entire body shake. 

"Now, tell Maitresse what you want."

"I- ahhh!" the vibrators start shaking even harder in my pussy and ass as I realize she's controlling the vibration of the dildos with a remote. I can't respond, the sensations overcoming me are too intense. It's like having two cocks shoved in me at once. I can only gasp and moan helplessly. 

"Oh, what a shame, you are such a dirty whore that you can only focus on cumming, when I ask you a question. It doesn't look like you want to please Maîtresse."

Desperate to please I look up at her and control myself, my voice shaking as the vibrators continue moving deep inside me," I want to please you Maîtresse, and - mmmmm do whatever you tell me to." 

"Hmmm, it's time to show your Maitresse how good you are at pleasing her. Maybe, I'll consider letting you come back for a second interview. Show me how you would please me, little girl."

Slowly, shaking almost uncontrollably, I start to move forward, crawling with my pussy and ass dripping and violated. My cunt throbs out of control as my cheeks brush against her inner thighs. Eager to please I boldly push her legs apart and push up her dress. I trail desperate kisses up her thighs til I can kiss the lips of her pussy. It's gleaming, slick with wetness. I want to hear her scream. 

I slid my tongue over her clit and began sucking, I worm one finger slowly inside. She's warm and gushing. I want her to cover the seat with her oil. Rubbing around her clit, my hands move up to pinch her rock hard nipples. I gain a slight moan from her and my lips move away to suck at each breast. I bite down hard on one, one hand rubbing her clit, with the other I slip two fingers back inside her tight pussy. I hear a slightly louder moan and a tiny squeak.

My pussy throbs even harder at the feel of fucking her pussy with my fingers. At my sudden power over her. I want her cum to spill onto my fingers, I want to taste every part of her. I arch my back and gasp loudly as the two dildos still inside me and hard at work, take me over the top, but not before I hear Maitresse's voice groaning. I moan louder, my mouth vibrating her nipples as my fingers move faster into her. "Uhhh..." loudly escapes her cherry lips.

I whisper in her ear," Cum by my fingers, Maitresse. Your little slut wants to please you and taste you." 

It was bold, I was afraid she would punish me for speaking so boldly, but with her pussy milking my fingers she violently came. 

"Uhhhh... unnn!" she screams. I can feel her pussy cumming all over my fingers, soaking the back of the office chair. It was too much. My pussy was coming, from double penetration and the feel of my Mistress's cum on my hands. It was heaven. 

Panting, I collapsed in a sweaty heap at her feet. As she watched, I slid my fingers out of her weeping pussy, and ate her juices from my fingers. I never broke my stare. 

"Have I pleased you, Maitresse?"

I wait patiently for an answer, as I bend down to take a lick from her wet cunt once again.



The Interview



She knocked at the door, and he opened it, a tall man in his mid-forties, dark hair showing a few threads of silver at the temples, fair skin with a light tan, dark brows shadowing hooded eyes that looked her up and down for a moment.

Stepping back, he pulled the door wider, and waved a hand in a tacit invitation to enter. She walked past him into the spacious office, looking around. On the far wall, windows were covered with venetian blinds, all drawn and showing nothing of the floor beneath them. The glass must've been thick, she thought, unable to hear anything but the soft hum of the air-conditioning, although the office was right over the main pits of the casino floor. 

A large desk, almost bare, stood in front of the windows, and two smaller tables, one narrow and padded, the other lower and plain timber were positioned in front of the grouping of sofas and armchairs that took up most of the wall to her left. On the right, the wall was covered with monitors, the centre a giant LCD screen, now black. Underfoot, her shoes sank into the deeply plush grey carpet and she teetered a little as her heels wobbled.

He came past her, moving around the desk to pick up a slim file. Opening it as he walked back to the front of the desk, he looked at the contents for a moment, and she waited, wondering if her outfit was suitable. She hadn't wanted to look too desperate, but it was difficult not to go too far the other way. 

Looking up from the file, he said. "They told you what the job entails?"

She nodded.

"Had all the health checkups?" he asked, flipping to the back of the file, and nodding as she did. "I see 'em."

His gaze returned to her, again moving critically down from her face to her feet and back up again. "Alright, take off your clothes."

As she looked around for a place to leave her purse and clothing, he gestured abruptly to the couch in front of the monitors. "You can leave your stuff there."

She undressed, trying not to be quick or slow, fingers tugging her blouse from her skirt waistband, unbuttoning the front and slipping it from her shoulders. Unzipping the skirt, letting it fall and stepping out of it. For a moment she wasn't sure if he wanted everything off, turning to look at him as she stood in the lacy thong and bra, a matching set with the garter belt and fine, silk stockings, her high black pumps still unstable on the deep carpet. 

He glanced at her and waved his hand impatiently. "All of it."

Unhooking the bra, she tossed it onto the pile of her clothes, the cool air tightening her nipples. The garter belt, shoes and stockings slipped off with barely a whisper and she pulled off the thong, leaving it on top of the rest.

He gestured for her to walk toward him and she did, curling her toes slightly in the soft pile of the carpet. 

"Turn around," he instructed when she reached him. "And take your hair out."

Pulling the pins from the simple chignon, she shook her head as she turned, feeling the long, russet curls fall free and bounce down her back. He would, at least, be able to see that it was all natural, she thought, as she turned back to face him. The strip of autumnal curls covering her pussy was the same shade as the curls framing her face.

He stepped close and looked down at her, leaning in. His mouth brushed over the thin skin of her neck and she suppressed the shiver the light touch brought, lifting her chin and staring at the garish artwork on the opposite wall.

"Don't hide anything," he said, his voice low and slightly hoarse next to her ear. "Your reactions are important."

"Alright," she said, not sure if she was supposed to speak or not. Conversation wasn't normally required.

His lips slid down the side of her neck, his head tilting as he continued the light caress under her jaw and this time she didn't try to hide the tremble it brought with it, or the way her nipples hardened. Straightening a little, he lifted his head, and his mouth brushed over hers, his tongue slipping in, a little teasing, then more forceful. She wasn't sure what to do with her arms. He wasn't holding her, the only contact was their mouths, and tongues. It felt ridiculously awkward as she tried to kiss him back, standing there like a stone statue.

"Good," he said noncommittally as he pulled back. Raising his hands, he stroked her neck, fingertips running lightly over the prominent collarbones and curling around her breasts. He lifted them, squeezing a little, the thumbs rubbing insistently over the nipples which were now aching.

"No plastic?"

She shook her head.

Bending, he ducked his head, his mouth closing over one nipple, his tongue flicking and rasping over it then sucking on it hard. The sensation spiked from her breasts upward into her throat and downward to her clit, a shivery-fluttery feeling shaking her. He tasted the other breast, his hands settling on her ribs, and slowly moving down.

"No perfume or scented bodywash," he said, close to her as he straightened again. "Have to be able to taste the real you."

She nodded, feeling herself stiffen a little as his hand slipped through the tangle of curls and between her legs.

"A bit wider," he told her, sliding two of his fingers back and forth along her dampening folds as she moved her feet further apart. "Good response."

She gasped a little as he thrust the fingers into her, his thumb rubbing lazily over her clit. They were long and they curled inside, exploring her as he watched her face. Not quite as clinical as a doctor's examination, it was still too emotionless for her to be able to relax into the sensations he was generating, and she closed her eyes, letting her lips part as she felt her thighs jerk a little.

"Bend over," he told her, pulling his hand away. "Hands flat on the floor."

She did, feeling the hamstrings stretch as her fingers then palms sank into the carpet. He walked behind her and from between her legs she saw him kneel behind her, felt his hands spreading her cheeks and lips as he looked at her pussy and ass, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"See the girl at the desk when you leave," he said, moving one finger slowly down her crease. "She has some cream for the redness after a waxing."

"Yes ... uh, sir," she said, the words getting caught in her throat at the feather-light touch that had sent another flood of moisture through her pussy. She felt him catch a trickle as it slid down the inside of her thigh, heard the slight sucking noise as he licked his fingers. His hands moved back to her cheeks and spread her wide and his breath was on her, then the soft slide of his tongue, from clit up to her asshole, and down again, pushing into her on the next pass up.

She exhaled hard as his tongue probed and licked and tasted her, first her dripping cunt, then circling and pushing into her ass. Her entire body was heating, flushing with the need to have something bigger, thicker, harder force its way into her.

"Good." He stood up and turned for the desk, making a note on the file laid on it. "Lie down on the padded table," he told her over his shoulder.

She straightened up, feeling her knees wobble and another trickle of warm liquid slip down her thighs as she walked slowly to the table.

He looked around, nodding as she sat on the edge. "Face up, head hanging over the edge," he told her, walking around the table to where her head was now leaning over the side.

Standing next to her, her eyes were on the same level as his groin, and she watched him unbutton and unzip his jeans, pushing them down, a thick, long cock springing free as the jeans dropped down further. His hand wrapped around the base, guiding it over her mouth, the head leaking a little as he pushed it over and around her lips.

"Open," he said, pushing his hips toward her and shuffling closer.

She opened her mouth and tasted the liquid as the head slid over her lips and tongue. She was looking at the dark hair curling in the vee of his fly, at his balls, dark and distended, hanging beneath the cock that was sliding into her mouth. She closed her eyes and concentrated on his cock.

"Relax your jaw," he told her, one hand caressing her cheek and throat as the other kept the angle of the cock straight in her mouth. He kept pushing it in and she felt her throat close up involuntarily, cutting off her air.

He pulled out a little, letting her catch her breath, and she saw his face, looking down at her. "This is an important part, take deep breaths, in the same rhythm as I push in."

She couldn't speak or nod so she blinked, sucking down a deep lungful of air as he pushed his cock back into her mouth, and eased it further down her throat. The gag response wasn't so bad this time and she closed her lips around his shaft, sucking a little on him.

"Good," he said, pulling out and thrusting in, slowly, gently. She could feel the cock getting harder, the twisting veins swelling and she sucked him harder, lashed her tongue along the length it could reach. 

"That's it, now you're getting it," he said, pulling out, watching her take in a deeper breath and pushing back in again.

There was a rhythm, she found. He was moving faster, going deeper but she could predict it, dragging in air as the head reached her tongue, holding her breath as it pushed in again.

He didn't make a sound, she realised, although she could feel him, feel him swelling, feel the urgency in the throb of the blood through the veins feeding his cock, feel him moving faster. She suddenly wanted to make him cry out, wanted to make him groan and she sucked him hard, her back arching as she felt his balls slap against her face, her pussy tightening and contracting in the same beat as her mouth, as his thrusts.

Liquid, warm, an aftertaste of salt and sweet, shot down her throat, the held breath and oxygenated cells of her lungs not even aching as he jerked against her mouth, each solid pulse sending another warm, thick spurt. He was pulling out, and she closed her eyes, swallowing fast, her pussy tingling and aching, her breasts full and hard, the nipples throbbing.

"Roll over," he said, holding the slowly softening cock in his hand. "Lick it clean."

She obeyed, taking it into her mouth and licking and sucking on him.

"Alright," he said, stepping back and tucking himself back into his jeans, zipping his fly as he walked back to the desk. Leaning on her elbows, she realised she was panting a little, heat flushing her skin.

He made another note on the file and leaned across the desk to the phone. "Charlie, you can come in now," he said, not waiting for answer.

She started to sit up and he looked around at her. "Stay where you are."

The door opened and she looked along the length of her body as a woman entered, blinking a little as she realised it was the ice-cool blonde receptionist.

"You have any religious or otherwise objections to being touched by another woman?" he asked, moving away from the desk to stand beside the padded table. "Or touching one?"

She shook her head. She hadn't been with another woman since college and that had been a drunken fumbling attempt to gain relief from a horniness that afflicted her and her room-mate one boring weekend, resulting in a lot of laughter and not much else.

The receptionist walked around the table to her head, lifting her thigh-length skirt and revealing a narrow strip of trimmed blonde curls over her pussy. She stepped up onto a pair of low wooden steps that was against the end of the table, her thighs moving to either side of her head.

"Sixty-nine," he said to the receptionist, then turned to look at her. "And make her come."

The blonde curls descended toward her mouth, and she swallowed, running her tongue over her lips as she felt the blonde's hands move down to her thighs and spread them apart. The pussy above her was already wet, and she darted her tongue out, tasting the sweet liquid, not as salty as a man's, thinner, lighter. Forget about it, she told herself, lifting her hands to spread the soft lips wide. Think about what you like. Do it like that.

Her tongue circled lazily over the firming nub above her, and she slid it down the folds as her own cunt was invaded, the blonde's tongue curling around her clit then diving into her, thrusting deeply. She shivered a little as she tried to emulate the other woman, pulling her hips closer, her mouth and nose buried in juice-coated skin, her tongue diving deep. Distantly she could hear - could feel against her clit - the woman's soft moans and she explored her more slowly, sliding her fingers in and curling them a little against the smooth flesh, letting her teeth graze over the hard nub between her lips.

She was getting lost, she thought dazedly, unable to differentiate between the feel against her fingers and tongue and lips and the sensations pouring through her pussy and clit, as if she was somehow tonguing and fingering herself to this explosive building of climax. Above her, over her mouth and cheeks, around her fingers, she felt Charlie's throbbing, rippling orgasm, the warmth on her cunt vanishing as she heard a fluttering cry and felt the soft thighs tighten around her face.

There was another set of fingers in her and she opened her eyes as the blonde straightened up, leaving her with the cooling liquid coating her face, sticky and thick, then a cock slid into her and she arched up, driving it in more deeply. He thrust in hard, and she was falling before she knew it, her body shuddering around him, internal muscles trembling and sucking at him fiercely. She heard his exhalation at the same time as she felt the hot squirt inside, his fingers curled around her hips and holding her tightly against him.

For several moments, no one moved or spoke, then he pulled out, saying to the blonde, "Clean her up."

She opened her eyes and forced herself to sit up. Charlie, skirt pulled back down, but her eyes still dreamy with satiation, was picking up a box of wipes and a towel. The man had returned to the desk, leaning on it as he made another notation in the file.

"Alright," he said, turning to glance at her over his shoulder. "That's all satisfactory. There's another round to go, but we'll take a five-minute break."

Five minute break, she thought bemusedly, watching him walk out of the room.

"God, darling, you have a wonderful mouth," Charlie said conversationally to her, wiping the come and saliva from her pussy and thighs. "And you taste divine."

"Um, thanks," she said. "You're very sweet too."

"All in what you eat," Charlie laughed softly. "Was this your first time with a woman?"

"Since college? Yeah," she said, leaning back on one arm. "Is it a part of the duties for the job?"

"Not often, but occasionally," the blonde said. "A lot of the high rollers like to see girl-on-girl."

"Oh." She slid a glance at the doorway. "He, uh, doesn't seem all that excited. I - uh - well, I thought if he groaned or something, I'd have a better idea of how I was doing."

Charlie laughed again. "Oh, sweetie, he just got out of a six-year stretch. He doesn't make a sound these days, no matter how much he's getting off. But he likes you, I can tell."

"You can? How?"

"He never does this part if he doesn't like the girl, just leaves it to me and Chuck. And so far, you're the first he's tested himself all the way through," Charlie confided, pushing her legs apart to dry her off with the towel. "Roll onto your hip, yes, that's good," she added. 

The towel slid between her legs and she shivered at the rough touch over her hyper-sensitised skin.

"What's the last round?" she asked curiously, wondering if what the woman had said was true. He hadn't shown any signs at all of whether he approved of her or not.

"Spoil the surprise? Not me," Charlie said, putting the wipes away and tossing the towel into a cloth-lined bin at the end of the desk. "You'll love it."

She noticed the blonde wore no make up at all. Not that she needed it, she thought, looking at the porcelain-smooth skin, vivid blue eyes and wide mouth as she straightened her clothes and fluffed up her hair. As if she felt the regard, the blonde looked at her thoughtfully.

"I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you really don't seem the type to be applying for this position," she said.

She smiled, lifting a shoulder in a one-sided shrug. "I'm not qualified to do anything else, really," she said. "I have a Masters in Historical Literature and there's not a great deal of demand for Lit professors apparently."

Chuckling, the blonde shook her head. "No, I can see that," she said. "Their loss, our gain. You'll be in demand, sweetie, you have a beautiful body."

She ducked her head. She thought she had a fairly average body, neither tall nor short, fat or thin, her curves were in the right places, she supposed, but they weren't huge or noteworthy.

"Chin up, it's the oldest profession," Charlie told her cheerfully. "And this is probably the best set up you could've found for it." She pointed to the small bar fridge next to the sofa. "Get yourself a bottle of water, you'll get dehydrated."

She waved as she walked to the door, going through and closing it behind her.

Walking over to the bar fridge, she opened it and saw that it was full of bottles. Soda, juice, sparkling and still mineral water. No alcohol. It seemed unlikely in this kind of establishment but she shrugged off her curiosity, pulling out a bottle of still water and closing the door. She cracked the lid and swallowed a mouthful.

She had no doubts about what she was doing here. Those had come and gone in the last few days since she'd received the acceptance letter, giving her this appointment. It wasn't where she'd envisaged herself being at twenty-six, but she'd tried to look at the situation pragmatically. She could earn enough here in a couple of years to get herself set up - a home, car, no debts. After struggling for six years at college, trying to make ends meet on three part-time jobs, she didn't want to keep struggling. It was her body and she enjoyed it. She didn't have any particular hang-ups. She knew that somewhere down the line there might be a price to pay, perhaps emotionally or mentally, but that was a risk she was willing to take. 

Just business, she told herself, finishing the water and wandering across the room to throw the empty bottle in the trash can.

The door opened and the interviewer walked back in, his gaze flicking toward her and then to the grouping of couches. Behind him, another man walked into the office, a little shorter, blond hair cut close to his head, a handsome face and broad-shouldered frame. He closed the door.

"Last section," the tall, dark-haired interviewer said, going to the desk and picking up her file.

The second man smiled at her, and gestured to the longest couch, taking off the thin, filmy white robe he was wearing. She turned away to go to the couch, but not before she'd seen he was naked under the robe, a toned, hard-muscled body with a fine matt of reddish-blond chair covering his pecs and running in a light trail down to the darker reds curls between his legs. His cock was half-erect, and impressively thick even then.

She stopped by the edge of the couch as he lay down on it, turning to look at the dark-haired man.

"Get him aroused," the man told her, his gaze on her file. "Then get on top."

Turning to the couch, she bent over the man lying there and started to kiss and lap at his neck, letting her hands trail over his body. 

"No!"

The snapped-out word stopped her instantly and she lifted her head, twisting around to look at the interviewer.

"That might work for your college boyfriends, but it's not enough here," he grated, walking closer and staring down at her. She wasn't sure what she'd done to deserve the edge of anger that filled his voice.




The Interview



"Take it easy, Frank," the man beside her said quietly.

"Shut up," Frank told him. The man on the couch shrugged, stretching his arms up above his head.

"Work on his imagination, then his body," Frank continued, his gaze shifting to her and the edge back in his voice. "Arouse him ... don't just get him hard, make him want you to the exclusion of everything else."

Nodding uncomfortably, she got to her feet, taking a deep breath and looking down at the man in front of her. It felt awkward, the entire situation, and she pulled what little she remembered from her high school drama classes, trying to shut out the man behind her, the room, the job and her own thoughts, trying to conjure up a scenario, a fantasy, a script that would give her a direction.

Straightening up, she stretched upward, then brought her hands down, caressing herself as she kept her gaze firmly fixed on the face of the man on the couch. She lifted her breasts, rubbing her thumbs over the hardening nipples, imagining the two of them here alone, letting her body sway sensuously as she pretended that she was dancing, just for him. She saw his eyes widen a little as she turned and bent, sliding her hands down herself and drawing her fingers through the line of curls covering her sex; heard his breath drawn in as she half-closed her eyes and lifted one hand to her lips, licking off the sweet, musky moisture on her fingertips.

She danced, at first for him, then for herself, hearing the music in her mind, feeling it intertwine with desire, slowly to begin with, then with more need, a throb between her legs, a tugging ache in her breasts, every caress featherlight and tormenting, every expression showing exactly how she felt, was feeling, that growing heat.

The man on the couch reached out as she drew closer, catching her wrist and pulling her close. Arching back as he rubbed his palm over a breast, she pushed herself nearer to him and let out a long exhale as he licked her nipples, teeth grazing over them. She drew away a little, smiling at him, and ducked her head, running her fingertips over his chest, feeling the muscles of his abdomen flutter and ripple under them as she explored him, her mouth following the trail of her hands with every reaction. He was fully erect now, she noted, somewhat distantly, his cock thick and long and engorged with blood, the veins standing out a little more with each touch of her hands and mouth.

Smiling at him, she pushed his legs apart and leaned forward, breathing him in, her darting tongue licking over his balls and down the perineum toward his asshole. She felt the shudder ripple through him, heard his low groan and saw the jerking of his cock in response. With both hands, she stroked him, squeezing a little, pressing slightly harder as she watched his face, licking the pre-cum as it leaked in a steady dribble from the head. He was close, she decided after a moment, but not too close, and she stopped, moving to lean over him, looking down in to his face and letting her hunger show at the faint plea that filled his eyes.

It came as a surprise to find herself thoroughly wet, slick and swollen. She wasn't sure if it'd been the long, slow dance or the torturous time she'd put in on discovering his body, or the act of making love to a complete stranger in front of another, inhibitions stripped away, a part of her, someone she didn't really know taking the reins and guiding her through the process. It didn't matter, she thought, a little dazedly, swinging her hips back and forth, the cock of the man beneath jumping as her pussy lips slicked his shaft from root to tip.

She tipped her head back and felt for him, pushing down hard as the head slid into her, engulfed all at once in tight, fiery pressure. He grunted and lifted his hips and she lifted herself at the same time, almost releasing him and sliding down again, hard and fast, feeling him shake with reaction, feeling herself trembling as the head brushed over that too-sensitive place inside again, sending a flooding wash of pleasure through her pelvis that shot up through her abdomen and made her nipples ache fiercely.

Looking down at him as she rose again slowly, she held out her hands and when he lifted his, she caught them and put them over her breasts, holding them against her as she impaled herself on him again. His fingers clutched convulsively around each breast and she moaned softly as the sensations mixed and churned inside of her, everything heightened suddenly and need overriding everything else, driving her faster.

The hand against her back was unexpected but the fingers that slid from the base of the cock inside of her, wet with her moisture, up the curve of her ass sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, her pussy clamping hard around the cock in it and drawing a juddering groan from both men.

"Just relax," the deep voice of the dark-haired man murmured behind her and she leaned forward, resting her weight on the hands around her breasts, slowing down and feeling her arousal increase at the change. Like changing gears, she thought, a little incoherently, not knowing what she meant by that.

The fingers were playing with her, pressing against her, slipping in and out barely. Opening her eyes, she looked down at the man beneath her. His pupils were huge and black, taking up most of the blue irises, his breath rasped roughly through his parted lips and his hands were still squeezing her breasts, his hips jerking a little as he tried to get in deeper. She shuddered against him when the fingers pushed in further, two, then three, twisting around in her and sending flashpoints of feeling through the nerve endings, as if she might detonate any second, counterpoint and descant to the sensations of the rock-hard cock already inside her.

"Don't fight me," the deep voice said, and she felt the fingers stretch her out, then slowly withdraw. "Relax."

Her cheeks were pulled apart, and she sucked in a deeper breath as she felt the head against her ass, trying to obey him, already full but aching with an unfamiliar need for more. The head slid in and out, like the fingers, slowly and gently and the feeling it brought wasn't pain or discomfort, she found. It was something else. Something else entirely.

She pushed back a little as he slid in further, and under her, the man groaned at the sensation, echoing the unvoiced moan in her mind. It was too much and not enough, all at the same time; two men, two long, hard cocks inside her, and she was going to lose her mind.

"Ah, fuck, that's good," the dark-haired man said, pushing all the way in and pulling all the way, almost, his strokes so slow, so agonisingly pleasurable as he slid and touched a million nerves she never knew she had. "God, that's so fucking good."

Between the hard cocks a thin layer of skin seemed to be filled with sensation, like a minefield; coruscating and sparking, sending spasms and twitches through her, each one squeezing and licking over the cock inside her pussy. 

"Aw, Jesus, Frank, you're killing me here," the man beneath her gasped. "For fuck's sake, move!"

There was a breathless chuckle behind her and her eyes screwed shut involuntarily as he did, driving in now, a little faster, a little deeper, touching her everywhere and lighting her up.

The first orgasm came like a comet. Unexpected. Burning hot. Erupting in her and taking both men by surprise. The second came hard on its heels, and she let out her moans then, the cock in her ass rocking her up and down the cock in her pussy and her muscles clenching and twisting around both, waves of sensation rioting through her body, through her breasts and her thighs, tingling in her fingers and toes, flushing along the sides of her neck and reverberating back into her pelvis, into the core, to hit those hard cocks again and bounce outward.

The blond came abruptly, his back arching up under her, his face contorted as he rutted helplessly, hips jerking in a staccato rhythm that set off another unbearable series of tremors, this one reaching out to her skin, fire and ice and the hands around her hips digging in, holding her tight as she shook through, hardly feeling the rushing spurt of come he filled her with.

For long moments, an unknown length of time, she was floating, no longer a mind or even a person, she thought later. Just feeling. Just sensation, a pleasure so great that her body simply took over everything and she felt every cell, flushed through with warmth and peace and a contentment that seemed impossible. She lay on the chest of the man beneath her, his arms around her, could feel the panting breath of the man behind her, holding his weight off them both by some strength of will she couldn't imagine. The room was silent. Her thoughts were gone. The two men, on either side of her were a part of her, and she was a part of them, and the rest of the world didn't really exist ... not at this moment.

"God, sweetheart, that was ..." the man beneath her breathed against her ear, trailing off. She couldn't summon the energy to lift her head and look at him, or the curiosity to know what it was.

There was almost a physical pain of separation when Frank withdrew, her skin feeling a sudden chill where his had pressed against her, her body bereft at the loss of him, his cock and his touch. She felt the cushions of the couch sink and bounce up as he got to his feet, and she closed her eyes, then opened them, easing herself up and feeling the cock in her pussy, soft and limp now, slip from her.

"Is there, um, any place I can clean up?" she asked no one in particular, her gaze on the couch cushions when she stood.

"Bathroom, through there," Frank said, gesturing to the opposite side of the room. "You can get dressed now."

Walking across the thick pile carpet, she felt numb, she realised. Emptied out. She stopped by the chair facing the monitors and picked up her clothing and purse, looking up and seeing the door, walking around the seating and opening it.

It was an executive bathroom. A shower stood to one side, generously proportioned and with a slow exhale, she set her clothing down on the chair next to the long vanity and stepped into the frosted glass cubicle, turning on the water and letting it wash her clean.

Had she passed the last test, she wondered? It had been the first time she'd ever been with two men at once. The first time she'd ever had a cock in her ass, for that matter, she thought with a faint frown. It'd been different from what she'd expected. Different from what her friends, back at college, had told her about the experience, half-drunk and confessing their sexual experiments. Not one had mentioned that they'd liked it. Not one had said anything about orgasms that took the mind and left the body behind, crackling and sparkling with an intensity so great she might've thought she'd died.

Le petite mort. The little death. A colloquialism she'd only ever heard related to a man's orgasm. Died and gone to Heaven.

She gradually became aware that she was soaping her body slowly, rubbing over the same parts, over and over again. She looked up at the shower rose and switched to a more stimulating setting, turning the water on harder and rinsing herself.

The question was not so much what'd happened, she thought, stepping out and taking a large, fluffy towel from the heated rail. It was ... could she do this? Day in, day out? For long enough to achieve what she wanted. Not every man she would ... service ... would be like those two. 

She stopped towelling herself and stared at the mirror. Perhaps that would be easier, she considered, studying her reflection without seeing it. Easier not to feel so much. Easier to consider it more as a job.

Did it matter, she asked herself, returning the towel to the railing and picking up her underwear. It was a job. She needed it. If she hated it, she could always leave. 

Dressing quickly, she checked her appearance in the mirror, brushing out her hair and returning it to the soft chignon she'd arrived with. She looked like a secretary, she thought, seeing her mouth quirk up a little at the corner with the thought. The sort some kinds of bosses might have inappropriate thoughts about. That would be a worse situation than this, she realised. A lot worse.

Turning to the door, she opened it and looked around the big office. The blond had gone. The dark-haired man - Frank - was sitting behind his desk, looking down at the file in front of him. He looked up and around as she closed the door behind her and crossed the room, getting to his feet.

"I'm sorry," he said, a little brusquely. "You're not really suitable for the job."

She felt as if he'd slapped her, taking a half-step back from the desk as she stared at him.

"May I know why?" she finally got out, a flush rising up her neck at the question.

He looked down at the file, then back up at her. "No."

Anger managed to spark through the disconcerting fog that was filling her mind. "That's not an acceptable answer, not after that interview process," she said, straightening and pulling her shoulders back.

"Frank." The intercom on his desk squawked peremptorily. 

"Yeah." He pushed the button and answered.

"She's hired. Get the paperwork up to HR."

For a moment, they both stood there, staring at the sleek black speaker on his desk.

"Frank?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good." The intercom gave a small squeal, as if satisfied, and fell silent.

She looked at him, chin lifted and he raised his eyes, meeting hers, his face expressionless.

"Why do you want to do this?"

The question took her by surprise. "I need a job."

"There're a lotta jobs -"

"Not that pay this well," she cut him off. "What did I do wrong?"

He dropped his gaze back to the file, his mouth thinning out slightly as he shuffled the papers together and closed it. "Nothing. You didn't do anything wrong."

"Then why -"

"The interview's over," he said, the brusque tone returning. "You'll be starting on Monday afternoon. Two p.m. to seven p.m. Make sure you're here early and see Charlie. She'll show you the dressing rooms and the reception rooms."

He walked around the desk and over to the door, opening and holding it open.

"Thank you," she said, walking out past him.

"Don't thank me," he said, closing the door behind her.

*****

AN: Might be continued.



The Interview



Natasha sat in the waiting area of Winter & Winter, legs crossed with perfect posture, taking care not to slouch (both in an effort to present herself as professional, and in an effort not to crease the sheer black blouse she was wearing). She all of a sudden felt self-conscious about her outfit. The advertisement had said that applicants must be 'well-presented' and able to 'present an image in keeping with the expectations clients have of our company and brand'. 

Natasha had chosen a basic black boddess underneath a sheer black blouse, and a blush, faux-leather pencil skirt. Her shoes were high, but basic black heels. She worried that she'd gone too far with the sheer blouse, especially with the way the bodice accentuated her chest, but she also knew Winter & Winter's clientele. W&W mostly did marketing and public relations work for entertainment companies. Companies with images that relied heavily on excitement and (mostly) subtle sex appeal. Some of the most exclusive nightclubs, desirable actors, and expensive products used this firm to develop the face of their brand. Natasha assumed that 'well-presented' meant 'sexy and fuckable', so she dressed accordingly. 

Before she had a chance to work herself up into too much of a panic, she heard her name called. 

"Miss... Morgan?" The voice was warm but gruff. Natasha's heart skipped a beat and she jumped up out of her chair. She stood and extended her hand towards the man holding what presumably was a copy of her resume. He was relatively young, early thirties maybe? He was wearing a black suit, black shirt, and black tie. On someone else it might of been too much, but on him it worked. He was obviously very self-confident. He had fair skin, but looked like he'd caught some sun recently. Probably an exotic holiday, God knows he looked like he could afford it. His hair was dark and short, tousled but styled perfectly. 

"Hello, I'm Natasha Morgan." Natasha flashed her teeth, hoping that her lipgloss still looked perfect.

"I'm Damien West- it's nice to meet you. Follow me."

Natasha followed Damien into a large room. A board table sat in front of floor to ceiling windows. On one either side of the board table were 5 leather chairs. Damien walked around the table and sat with his back to the floor to ceiling windows. Natasha sat opposite him, sitting gently to accommodate the tight fit of her skirt. 

There was another man sitting behind the board table in the chair next to Damien. Slightly younger, maybe thirty. Sandy blonde hair slicked back and styled immaculately and purposefully. 

"Miss Morgan this is Lucas Trenton." Lucas nodded towards Natasha in acknowledgement but made no move to get up or introduce himself.

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Trenton." Natasha sat down as Damien continued to speak.

"So, Natasha. Would you mind telling me what you understand this role to entail?"

Natasha only had a vague idea, the ad hadn't been particularly detailed. A friend of hers from college was working as a PA, and had encouraged Natasha to look for similar work when she'd had trouble finding work after graduating with an art history degree. Her friend had described it as being a 'beck-and-call bitch at the whim of a power-hungry, middle-aged sociopath', but had also said it was easy enough. 

"I suppose I see this role as... being someone who can make your job as easy as possible in any way that I can so you can use your time as effectively as possible. To be honest Mr. West I'm not completely sure, the job description was a little vague, but I appreciate the opportunity to discuss it with you."

"I don't see the point in being obtuse so I'll be as blunt as possible. The job description was vague for a reason. This role is... everything you described. But there's also certain... requirements."

He said this firmly but tactfully, as if he was preparing Natasha for what was about to follow.

"Requirements?"

"I'll be completely upfront and if you decide that this position isn't for you I'll completely understand. If you don't feel comfortable or capable then it's better that you tell me now. I need to be sure that whoever I hire into this role is confident and capable, and not likely to decide in a month they're not prepared for what's sometimes expected."

"Of course." Natasha felt her stomach twist into a knot. 

"Natasha, I'm one of the foremost faces of this company. I deal with a large number of our wealthiest clients. My PA is an important part of that equation, they represent me when I'm not available. The satisfaction of our clients is our priority at all times. They spend a huge amount money to obtain our representation and it's my job to make them happy, and I mean fucking thrilled, to be spending that money."

"Absolutely, I totally understand." 

"Sometimes, in this business, our clients become unhappy, dissatisfied, sometimes just bored. When that happens I sometimes need help to smooth those situations over. Smoothing those situations over, and keeping clients happy in general often means... entertaining them. That can mean hosting them for dinner - usually with me, arranging a very attentive experience at one of the clubs we work with, or it can mean connecting clients with... company, and sometimes providing that company yourself."

Natasha was holding her breath. Damien was holding eye contact, completely focused and intensely serious.

"And above everything else, I need you, or... whoever becomes my PA, to be professional and discrete. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I think so."

Damien continued to hold her stare, clearly waiting for her to elaborate.

"You're saying that it would be my job to ensure that... that your clients are as happy as possible, at all times. That as your assistant, I should be able to provide a... satisfying experience for every one of your clients. And that I should be prepared to go much further than many other roles may expect to provide that experience."

Damien nodded. Natasha became aware again that Lucas was there. While Damien was talking she felt as though it was just the two of them in the board room.

Natasha couldn't of spoken at this point if she'd wanted to. She was terrified, but also completely exhilarated by what Damien was saying. She felt excited in a way that she hadn't in a long time. She heard what he was describing - being able to go as far as necessary to please clients. It sounded exactly like what it what it was, but it also sounded like a challenge, and that was something Natasha didn't even realize she'd been craving.

"Natasha, there is... another element to this interview. We have had applicants who have thought that they would be comfortable dealing with clients confidently, and it hasn't worked out. I'm sure that this is unlike any other interview you've attended, and that's because we're not like many of the other companies you will have interviewed for. We don't play, Natasha. We're serious about what we do."

"I understand. And I am interested, Mr. West."

Damien smiled, reservedly. 

"What does the other part of the interview entail?" Natasha asked quietly, already expecting the answer she was about to get. 

"Lucas is part of our legal team, and works almost exclusively with the clients I manage. He often deals with clients closely, and often has the unenviable job of discussing difficult situations with them. He understands what it can take to make them happy. He'll be conducting the second part of your interview."

Instead of feeling disgusted or tempted to run in the opposite direction, Natasha felt determined to see the interview through. She wanted the job even more now than when she walked into the Winter & Winter office building 45 minutes ago. But when she looked over at Lucas she felt a nagging seed of self-doubt bloom into a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Natasha had never been that girl. Not in high school. Not in college. Never. She had a keen intellect, but she'd never felt confident with boys... men. She knew that she was attractive, or could be if someone helped her dress the part, but it was playing the part she'd always had the issue with. She'd always felt like a fraud when trying to be seductive, and she knew that if she was ever going to give a convincing performance, it was now or never.

"I'm going to be standing on the other side of the mirror." Damien continued. " I'll be able to see and hear you, but won't be interacting with you in any way. It will just be you and Lucas."

"And... what would you like me to do?" 

"Make him happy." Damien looked intensely at Natasha.

"And Miss. Morgan, make no mistake. This isn't a trick request designed to trip you up, test your morals, or any of that other pious crap. This is me asking for proof of how far you'll go for a client, for me, and how competently you'll go there. Again, if you're not comfortable with this you can leave at any time, and it won't be held against you. You need to want to do this. You need to be comfortable with it. Do you understand?"

"I do."

"Well then, I'll leave you two alone."

Damien smiled at Natasha and looked at Lucas before walking through a door next to the mirror, and leaving Natasha and Lucas alone.

"Natasha, for the purposes of this interview I am a client. I pay this company, and Damien, a lot of money for their services and I like to feel respected. I like to feel in control. I like to feel... powerful. Do you understand?"

He was cockier than Damien. He was confident, but in a different way. His intensity was arrogance, and blatant desire to have what he wanted. His ice-blue eyes offset a subtle smirk.

"I understand."

"Then let's begin." Lucas stood up quickly and started to pace the length of the board table slowly, hands in his pockets.

"Miss. Morgan I have a big problem and I need to see Damien immediately."

"Mr I'm so sorry to hear that. Damien isn't available right now, but I know that he'd like me to make you my... top priority, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"I doubt it. I need to speak to Damien, I spend a lot of money here and I expect to be his top priority, not just yours." Lucas's voice was authoritarian, but flat, clearly playing the part. 

"I understand, and I'm sure Damien will be with you as soon as possible. I can see that something's clearly made you unhappy though, and in the meantime I'd like to talk about it and see if there's anything I can do to help."

Natasha stood up from the table, willing herself to walk over to Lucas. She walked around to the other side of the table, feigning as much boldness as she could, and placed her hand on his arm gently.

"Please Mr. Trenton, take a seat, and we can discuss it. I'm here to help in absolutely any way I can." Natasha moved closer to Lucas, so that her body was brushing against his, her breasts making contact with his chest, and guided him down to the chair. As he sat down, his eyes wandering over her breasts, Natasha sat in the chair next to him. She still felt a knot of nerves in her stomach, but seeing Lucas's eyes linger over her tits made her feel bold. She put her hand on Lucas's knee, and leant towards him in a way that made her cleavage unmissable.

"Well, Miss. Morgan, or can I call you Natasha?"

"Of course you can call me Natasha, Mr. Trenton" She gave his knee a subtle but firm squeeze. She held his gaze. He was looking her right in the, eye, and Natasha felt like he was trying to intimidate her, but at this point she was committed, and determined to show Damien how well she could please a man. She wouldn't let herself be intimidated by Lucas. She'd fuck him in the way she'd always wanted to fuck a guy - explosively and unapologetically. She'd prove herself, no matter what it took. Lucas turned towards Natasha, and put his hand on her knee, just below the hem of her skirt.

"You want to help me, Natasha?"

"Of course Mr. Trenton , in any way that I can."

Natasha could feel his breath on her cheek and she felt her pussy becoming warm. Her breathing quickened as Lucas leaned in towards her and put his lips on hers. He pushed his mouth hard onto hers, and she pushed back, tentatively parting his lips with her tongue, trying to show that she wasn't afraid. She felt herself becoming wet, and as Lucas moved his tongue against hers she felt her juices leak into her panties. Then Lucas pulled away from the kiss.

"Sit up on table, take off your clothes first."

Natasha stood up. Hesitant but determined. She reached back, unzipped her skirt, and let it drop down to ankles, wiggling her hips to help it fall. She unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse and pulled it over her head. She went to undo the enclosure on the back of her boddess, but Lucas stopped her.

"No, leave that on. Take off you panties."

Natasha tugged at the strap of her black thong and pulled it down past her ankles, stepping out of it, carefully maintaining balance in her heels. She looked at Lucas - as cool, collected and commanding as he'd seemed before, he looked like he was struggling to stay in control. He was biting his bottom lip and his breathing had quickened. There was urgency in his voice - desperation. 

"Sit up on the table, and I want you to touch yourself."

Natasha panicked. She was nervous before but it had been the two of them together. She'd never put on a show like this before, had someone watch her so intently. She sat up on the table, and was brought back into the moment when she felt the cool surface on her bare ass. She took a deep breath, remembering that she was being watched.

Natasha stared at Lucas, sitting in his chair directly in front of her, as she parted her legs and moved her hand down to her bare pussy. Lucas moved in his chair as Natasha parted her lips and put her fingertips on her clit. She looked down at Lucas' pants and could tell that he was hard. Natasha didn't know if it was being able to see Lucas' hard on through his pants, or the thought of Damien watching her from behind the glass, but Natasha became completely focused on the pulsing in her pussy. She started to rub her clit harder, quicker. Her breath started to catch and she let out a groan, throwing her head back as her chest heaved.

"Oh my God."

Lucas pulled her back into the moment "Don't cum yet. You're not allowed to cum."

Hearing him say the word brought Natasha right to the edge.

"Ohhhh, I can't, I'm going to cum."

"Stop touching yourself." Lucas stood from his chair. He unbuttoned his top few buttons and took of his tie, but left his shirt on. Natasha, dazed from being so close to an orgasm, moved her legs together in an attempt to fight the urge to move her hand back to her clit.

"Take off your boddess."

Natasha unclipped her top and threw it onto the floor as Lucas unbuckled his belt. He lowered his pants past his ass, exposing his dick. Natasha saw it as he freed it from his boxers and she groaned. She was already imagining how good it was going to feel when he was inside of her. She was aching thinking about. She didn't have to imagine for long. 

Lucas moved towards her quickly. Natasha put her hands on the table behind her and leant back. Lucas stood in front of her at the edge of the table and moved the head of his cock to rest momentarily on her lips. Lucas gasped quietly as he felt how wet and slick she was. Natasha saw the last trace of that icy control Lucas had possessed slip away in that moment, and he pushed his way inside of her.

"Oh my God." Lucas groaned gruffly as he plunged the length of his cock into Natasha.

Natasha gasped sharply and then began to groan as Lucas thrust, in and out, roughly and quickly. 

"You're so fucking wet. Tell me why you're so wet." Natasha didn't know if she'd be able to speak, but she knew that she was still performing, she still had to play the game.

"Because you feel so damn good."

Lucas reached behind Natasha's head and pulled her hair. "I feel good?"

"You feel good and I want to please you." 

Lucas started thrusting harder, gripping his hand tighter as he wrapped his fingers through Natasha's honey blonde hair. He was thrusting so hard that it may have hurt slightly if it didn't feel so overwhelmingly pleasurable.

"You want to please me with your tight fucking pussy?" Natasha hadn't been talked to like that before, but Lucas' dick working on that intense throbbing deep inside her made her not care. She'd never felt this totally and completely turned on before. Natasha thought again about Damien watching them from behind the mirror. Was he hard? Was he touching himself watching Natasha get fucked? The thought made Natasha let out a guttural and loud groan, and that drove Lucas right to the edge.

"Fuck I'm going to cum." Lucas pulled out of Natasha, pulled her head back further, and jerked his dick. Natasha moved her hand back down to her pussy and rubbed her clit desperately and she watched Lucas' hand grip his cock. After a few seconds Natasha knew that she was close.

"I'm coming." Natasha's voice was weak as she struggled to hold herself up on the table.

Lucas groaned as he shot thick, white come over Natasha's tits. As soon as Natasha felt the warmth of his semen on her chest she came. Her arm gave out and she lay back on the table whimpering as her body convulsed. 

"Oh God," Lucas whispered as he recovered from his orgasm. When he'd collected himself Lucas started to redress. His distance, his coldness, had returned and Natasha suddenly felt self-concious. 

"Get yourself... ready. Damien will be back shortly." 

Natasha cleaned herself up and got dressed. She felt sick with nerves. All the confidence she'd felt as Lucas was fucking her disappeared. When she felt she looked composed enough she sat back down in her chair and waited for Damien.

Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the door handle click and Damien walked into the room.

"Miss Morgan, when can you start?"



The Interview



Codes: MF, Con, Oral

Disclaimer: This story is fictional. It has never happened and it never will. All participants in this story are 18 or older.

*Now that Bella Thorne is 18. I thought this would be a great story to include her in. Enjoy reader. 

*****

My name is Dan Ortiz and I'm a new journalist for "The Daily Read", which is a local newspaper in my hometown of Read, Arizona (now you know why we're called The Daily Read"). I'm the new guy around here, so I usually never get to cover any of the big stories that happen in this town. Until that one faithful day. 

It all started on a regular day. I was doing what I was normally doing, which was getting my boss his 11 am coffee. As I walked into the front door of the office, I was expecting the office to be roaring with energy as usual, but it was really quiet for some reason. I was shocked when I saw her. 

It was Bella Thorne, in the flesh. I walked into the room and Bella looks directly at me. I just stood there, not knowing what to say or do. 

She points at me and says, "Him." 

Bella walks right by me and gives me a wink. Bella's manager hands me a card with Bella's contact information while she's in town. It has the hotel and hotel room she's staying at. It also had Bella and her manager's personal phone numbers.

"Bella wants to you meet her at this location at 8pm tonight. If you can't make it or need to reschedule, just call me or Bella at these numbers," Bella's manager whispered in my ear. Bella and her manager then left the office. 

I walk over to my boss and ask, "What was that all about?"

He looked up at me and said, "Bella is in town to shoot some scenes for a new movie she's starring in. We were able to get an exclusive interview with Bella about the movie and her upcoming TV show. She wanted to meet with our reporters before she gave us the interview, and she refused to meet with any of them, except for you apparently." 

"Why me?" I asked him. 

"I don't know Dan. You're the new guy, but now I'm counting on you to meet with Bella tonight and get some good information that we can use for tomorrow's paper." He said to me with a look of desperation on his face. 

"You think I can do that for me?" 

"You can count on me sir. I will not let you down," I said to him confidently. 

"You better not let me down Ortiz. Cause if you do, you can kiss this job goodbye. Do I make myself clear?" He said. 

"Of course sir." I replied. 

"Good. Since you're going to need as much time as you can to prepare for this interview, I'm letting have the rest of the day off in order to prepare questions for Miss Thorne. So go and do your job," he told me as he shooed me out of his office. 

I then left his office and went home. I was panicking on the inside. This was my first big interview, and it was with an up and coming star with a bit of an attitude problem. If she's says anything bad about me, I could get fired and my name could be blacklisted from every other news outlet. I calmed myself down, stating that was the very worst case scenario. I only tried to think positively as I pulled into my driveway. 

Parking my car in the driveway, I got out of the car and closed the door, locking it with my keys. I walk up to my door and grab my house key out of my key ring. It took me a while to get the right key, but I finally got it. I placed the key in the lock and unlocked my door. I step into my house and I look up to see something that even I wouldn't believe until I saw it. 

In my living room, on my leather couch, was Bella Thorne. She was only wearing a white lace bra and pantie set. Her fit physique was on full display. Her legs were long and smooth, her abs looked amazing in the lighting, and she was rocking some great cleavage with the little bra she was wearing. I quickly came out of my dream state to try and figure out what was going on. 

"How did you get in here? How did you know I even live here?" I asked Bella as she stared at me seductively. Bella got off the couch and walked right up to me before she responded. 

"I know some people, but that doesn't matter right now. All that matters right now is me and you," Bella said as she traced her finger down my chest. She had a look of lust in her eyes that I have only seen in woman who much older than 18 year old Bella. I looked around nervously. 

"Okay, who put you up to this? Where are the hidden cameras? Am I being punked?" I said as I walked around looking for some hidden cameras. Bella has a look of confusion on her face. 

Bella walks over to me and grabs me by my shirt and says, "You're not being punked. You're not being recorded. The ones here are you and me."

Bella then brings her lips to my lips and proceeds to stick her tongue in my mouth. I go along with it at first, but then I start thinking again. Bella was totally enjoying herself before I quickly pulled away from her. 

"Why'd you stop? It was just getting good," Bella said as she pouted at me. 

"I'm sorry, but I have to interview you and it doesn't seem ethical to have a sexual encounter with you," I told her, despite the argument from my raging boner. 

"Fuck being ethical. The only reason you're going to interview me in the first place is because I chose you. You were definitely the best looking" Bella said in a low seductive voice. 

"You think I'm good looking?" I asked. 

"Totally. I mean just look at you. Your soft brown hair, your beautiful smile." Bella said as she pulled up my shirt. 

"Those rock hard abs, and hopefully that rock hard cock," Bella told as she reached into my pants and grabbed hold of my 7 inch penis. I backed away again.

Bella dropped down to her knees. She unzipped my zipper, pulled my pants and underwear down, and latch her mouth on to my cock. I jumped as I felt her warm breath on my cock. Her mouth felt unreal, it was almost indescribable. Bella started to lick my cock up and down like a lollipop. When I looked down and saw what she was doing, she looked me in the eyes and slowly moved her tongue up the base of my cock to the tip.

Bella's hands cradled my balls as she continued to suck me off. She messaged my balls like she was trying to milk them of the fluids she greatly desired. She cupped them in her hands and started to rub them while continuing to wrap her tongue around my cock. Bella decided to speed up her assault on my cock by taking all of it into her mouth and slide it as far down her throat as humanly possible. Bella kept deep throating me until I felt that bubbling feeling in my balls.

"Bella, I gonna cum soon," I said. 

"Hurry up and give it all to me baby. Shoot your hot jizz into my slutty little mouth," Bella said after taking my dick out of her mouth. 

That dirty talk was all I needed to cum. I took hold of my cock and aimed it at Bella's mouth. She stuck her tongue out as shot after shot of jizz flew out of me and into Bella's mouth. She was able to get every drop of it in her mouth. She then closed her mouth and gargled my jizz before finally swallowing it. As soon as Bella finished swallowing, she got up off the floor and started to get dressed. 

"Wait. Where are you going?" I asked as she put on her clothes.

"That was just a sample of what I can do. If you want to see what else I can, you'll just have to meet me later tonight." Bella said to me as she gave me a sexy wink. 

With that being said, Bella put on her shoes and left through the front door. I was just standing in living room, with no pants on, thinking about what tonight was going to like. 

I just sat there for the new few hours, wondering how I got myself into this situation. The blowjob from Bella was amazing, but I'll lose my job if they find out. I look down at the card that Bella's manager gave me. I looked at the back at the card and it said that I should meet Bella at her hotel room at 6 o'clock. 

I quickly looked up at the clock and noticed it was 5:30. The hotel was a thirty minute drive away, so I needed to quickly get ready and go. 

I jumped off the couch and put on my best work clothes. I grabbed my keys, locked my door, and hopped into my car. I drove as fast as I could and I made it in 20 minutes. I entered the hotel and when to Bella's floor and room number. I knocked on the door and told her I was there. 

"I'll be there in just a second. I'm just finishing up," I heard Bella say through the door. 

I waited at the door for a minute or so until I heard the locks on the door opening. My jaw dropped to the floor when I saw Bella. She was wearing a beautiful black dress that gave her a great amount of cleavage. The dress barely went down her thigh. 

She was wearing 2 inch black heels, which made her legs go on for miles. Her hair flowed down her back. It was wavy and it looked super sexy. As I admired Bella's looks, she suddenly spoke. 

"Are you just going to stare at me in this dress? Cause I can take it of once we get back."

"Get back? Get back from where?" I asked Bella. 

"Oh. I forgot to tell you. I have a dinner reservation for us at that 4 star restaurant downtown. Now hurry up and let's get going," Bella said as she grabbed my hand and whisked me away towards the elevator. 

We both entered the elevator and she pressed the main floor button on the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, Bella surprised me by grabbing my face and sticking her tongue down my throat. Her hands reached behind and started squeezing my butt checks. She made sure her hands were full of my butt as she continued to squeeze them. 

Bella eventually slammed me into the elevator wall as we continued to make out. The elevator was about to hit the main floor when Bella suddenly pulled away from me. 

"Sorry. I just wanted a taste before we went out to eat," Bella said to me as her tongue gathered my saliva that was there at the edges of her mouth. 

"You are the ultimate tease. You know that right?" I asked her in a joking manner. 

"I'm not a tease. Teases only tease. I'm a sampler. I give you a quick sneak peek at what's going to happen later. Now follow me to our limo," Bella said to me as she left the elevator.

"What have I gotten myself into?" I ask myself as I follow her to the limousine. I opened the door and let Bella enter first.

"Oh. It looks like I've found a gentleman," Bella said as she ducked her head and got in her seat. 

I get into the limousine and the driver starts to head to our dinner location. Bella has the driver roll up the partition. 

She turns to me and says, "Listen. We aren't doing the interview tonight. I've already had my manager send a list of questions your boss wanted asked and my replies. She's already sent it to. You can't access without the passcode which I have. Once I feel satisfied with your performance, I'll give you the passcode. Deal?" 

I wanted to say she was crazy, but she was clear that she would end my career if I didn't comply. 

"Deal." I replied. 

"Great! You ready to have a good time?" Bella asked as the limousine arrived at our destination. 

"Yeah." I replied as I got out and opened the door. 

"Thank you very much kind sir," she said as she gave me a peak on the cheek and stepped out of the limousine. 

She waited for me before we entered the restaurant. Once inside, she went over to the host and slipped him a card. The host took us to our seats, where our meal was waiting. 

"How did you know I wanted steak?" I asked Bella as we sat down at the table. 

"It was just a hunch," Bella replied. 

I grabbed my steak knife and start to cut up the steak while Bella started eating her fish. 

"So I guess you don't have to wait at most restaurants you show up to, do you?" I ask Bella as I make small talk.

"Not really. Once people know who you are, they do anything you ask them too," Bella replied before eating another piece of fish. 

Bella looks up at me and asks, "So, what made you want to become a journalist?" 

"It was just something I've always had a passion for," I replied. 

"I love a man who's passionate about the things he likes," Bella said in a seductive voice as she licked her lips. I was trying hard to resist Bella's advances, but she was too good of a tease for me to resist. We eventually finish our food and we leave the restaurant. 

The limousine arrives to pick us up. I open Bella's door and she thanks me for being a gentlemen. Once I get in the limousine and shut the door, Bella drops to her knees and pulls my cock out of my pants. 

"I think I'm ready for dessert," Bella says as she opens her mouth and takes my whole length into her mouth. Bella moves her head up and down as she takes my cock in and out of her mouth. Her hands grab my balls and she starts to message them. 

She does this routine for two or three minutes until she brings her hands to my cock while she takes my balls into her mouth. Her hand slowly jerks my cock back and forth while she swirls her tongue around my balls. 

"God. I just love the taste of your balls, but I think I need to try your cock again," she says as she looks me in the eyes. She then puts her mouth back onto my penis. She licks my cock from the base to the tip and I blow a little but of cum into her mouth and a little on myself.

"Looks like someone made a mess. Why don't I clean that up for you?" Bella said as she took my cock back into her mouth and cleaned off all of the cum on it. 

"Pull up your pants. Once we get back to my hotel room, it's my turn." Bella said as she got up off her knees. The limousine reached our destination and we both excited the limousine and entered the hotel. 

As we went up in the elevator, we passionately made out. Once on Bella's floor we went to her room number. She pulled out the key and unlocked the door. We continued our make out session as we went into Bella's room. 

I shut the door and unbuttoned my shirt. Bella's eyes grew wide as she saw my abs. I got up to her and grab the zipper on the back of the dress. I unzip her and she steps out of the dress to reveal she wasn't wearing any underwear of any kind. 

"Why wear underwear if I'm just going to throw it off later?" Bella said as I took in her naked body with my eyes. I lead her to the bed where I started to kiss my way down her body. I approach her tiny but perky breasts and I go back and forth with my tongue. After a couple of minutes licking her nipples until they were hard, I go lower until I approach her pussy. 

"What a cute little pussy you have Bella. Can't wait to taste it," I said as I stuck my tongue into the teen's most sensitive area. Bella felt a strong and sudden burst of pleasure. I licked Bella's pussy as best as I could. I moved my tongue up and down her clit as she was struggling to control her young horny body. 

"I need your bick fucking cock inside me right now Dan. Fuck your slut with that big cock," Bella begged as she tried to contain herself. 

I stop eating her out and line up my dick with her pussy. I enter her sweet snatch the first time and Bella audibly moans. I continue to fuck her senseless. Bella grabs her breasts so they don't jiggle everywhere as our bodies collide. I continue to keep pumping my cock into Bella cums all over my cock. 

Feeling Bella's sweet juices flowing all over my dick caused me to explode. Our cum mixed as we both came down from our sexual peaks. Bella suddenly says something, but I couldn't hear her. 

"I said the passcode was L274R9" Bella says as she tries to catch her breath. 

"You can go if you want, I'm good for the night," Bella adds. 

As I put on my clothes and leave her hotel room, I say "It was nice to get to know you Bella. That was better than most interviews I've done before." 

She laughs and replies, "Hit me up I'm ever back in town."

"Will do. Goodnight Bella," I said as I closed the door. I went home after that and wrote my interview for the paper. The next morning, I showed it to my boss and he published it. I was officially a journalist, and it felt great.



The Interview



As I sat in the foyer, I patted my hair to make sure it still was in a perfectly kempt French twist. I smoothed my skirt over my knees and checked that my blouse was perfectly tucked neatly in the waistband. I had been so eager to get this job since I saw the ad posted. It would perfectly supplement my current income and the hours were only on the weekend so they would not interfere with anything. 

I sat up immediately when I heard a deep, masculine bellow, "Come into my office, April." 

My eyes grew wide instantly, and I replied, "Yes, sir." 

I took a breath and stood as tall as my 5-foot frame would allow me to in heels and squared my shoulders to make a wonderful, confident first impression. I pushed my glasses up on the bridge of my nose and took the few steps needed to enter the room that would change my life. 

The first thing I noticed was how tidy everything was. In the center of the room was a large cherry wood desk with a computer to the side. There were a few matching filing cabinets in the corner of the room. Facing the desk, were a pair of matching chairs with black leather upholstery. 

What caught my attention most of all was the man sitting at the desk with his back to me. I could tell that his fingers were forming a steeple at his nose as he was looking out the window. He didn't turn to me but must have heard me approaching because he began to speak. 

"I'm glad to see you could make it for the interview. Are you properly prepared?

I suddenly felt my mouth go dry and I stammered out, "Yes, sir... Mister... ummm..." I grew instantly frustrated with myself and my brows furrowed as I continued my response. "I brought your application... I was not too clear on what the position entails. I brought my resume too." I extended my hand to present the paperwork even though his back remained to me. 

He turned his chair around to face me and, instantly, I had to bite my lip to keep from sighing. Before me sat the most handsome man I had ever come face to face with. His brown hair was neatly combed and his blue eyes held a hint of danger as they met mine. I did not want to stare but I just could not force myself to look away. 

He extended his hand to take my papers and spoke while he glanced over them. "You can call me Alex. We'll have a rather casual but rigorous interview today. I see your name is Aprilete. I'm going to call you April." He continued to peruse the documents then dismissively tossed them on his desk. His eyes moved from my face to my shoulders and seemed to travel down my entire body before he gestured for me to sit. 

I did so immediately and looked up at him over my glasses while I smoothed my skirt over my knees. I crossed my legs at the ankle and sat forward to tuck my feet slightly under my seat. "April is fine... all my best friends call me that. I mean... not that you and I will be friends." I could feel myself growing more nervous by the second but took a deep breath before continuing, "So... did you find my application suitable?" 

He kept his eyes on mine as he stood and I saw his full body. His dress shirt covered his strong shoulders and muscular chest perfectly. The tails were tucked neatly into an expensive looking pair of tailored pants. 

He walked toward the window and glanced out before turning back toward me, "Someone suggested that I needed a weekend secretary recently, and I thought, why not? I could use some help with some things." I could not help but notice the way his mouth was set while he paused before continuing, "I see that you have the basic qualifications but this is a very small enterprise. It's just me; so, I need to make sure that whomever I hire can deliver the personal services I need as well as the professional services."

As he finished, I noticed the way his eyes seemed to travel up and down my body. I could feel a nervousness growing in the pit of my stomach but his attention made me sit up straighter. "Can you draw a distinct description of what each of those responsibilities will entail? I want to be sure that I can offer you the kind of services you require."

My eyes grew wider as his met mine and he answered as he stepped forward to rest his somewhat large albeit smooth hands on his desk and lean slightly across it towards me. "Yes, of course. Well first, there is the appearance aspect of the position. Even though it is the weekend, I like to keep up a well-dressed environment. You will be expected to be dressed appropriately when you arrive. I will require you to always wear skirts or dresses, never pants. You must wear nice shoes." He paused briefly to gauge my reaction before adding, "They don't have to be conservative clothes though." I could see a knowing smile spread across his lips. 

I returned his smile with one of my own while smoothing a lose tendril behind my ear. "I can handle those expectations. Personally, I do feel more comfortable dressing as such, especially in a professional environment," I replied with a hint of confidence in my voice that surprised me. I thought momentarily then added, "And the other expectations?"

Without missing a beat, he spoke, "Yes, there are many expectations. I require a lot of personal attention and I expect things to be done with flair and enthusiasm." I nodded in understanding until he added, "For example, if I get stressed out, I may ask you to massage me."

Immediately, my mouth dropped slightly, "But I thought..." My voice trailed off and I worked to regain my composure and sat up straighter before continuing, "Yes, Mister... I mean Alex. That is rather unconventional given the position, but I think can handle that." My mind drifted but I knew that I needed further clarification, "Just your shoulders? Is there a particular level of pressure you prefer?"

He sat down across from me and turned his attention to his computer while he answered me, "No, not just my shoulders. Often it's more of a personal massage. You can handle anything like that, can't you? In addition, sometimes I will take a little power nap on my couch and, instead of setting an alarm, I'll ask you to come in and wake me up after 20 minutes. This way I'll be refreshed and ready to go again."

The idea of waking him up from a nap was not anything alarming but I knew I that raised an eyebrow at the phrase "personal massage" but I refrained from asking for a further explanation. "Oh yes... that is understandable. I can definitely wake you up when you prefer. I can tell you work hard and will need to rest occasionally."

A slow and slightly wicked grinned curved over his lips. "Well, there is one really good way to wake me up after a short nap. Come around to my side of the desk and I'll show you the best way."

I stood up and straightened my skirt before walking around to his side of the desk. As I slipped behind him, I inhaled sharply and rather audibly at the image on his computer screen. I blinked to ensure my eyes were not betraying me. When my vision refocused, I knew it hadn't as I was still looking at a woman staring at me while giving a man a blow job. Nervously, I choked out, "Is... I mean... would I have to..." I took a deep breath and then asked, "Is that part of the job requirements?"

He caught my eyes and firmly stated, "Yes, of course. It's one of the more important things you will be asked to do. In fact, it is part of the interview today. I'd like you to do your best at it... right now... to test your weekend secretary qualifications." As he finished, he swiveled his chair toward me. 

My eyes grew even wider as faced me and I met his eyes. Without a second thought, my eyes traveled down his body to his pants and then back up. "You mean... right now... Mister... uh... Alex?"

He smiled and took my hand to guide me towards him. With a downward pressure on my hand, he guided me to my knees. "Yes, April. A good weekend secretary would need to know how to quickly unzip my pants, extract my cock and apply an oral massage deftly and with enthusiasm. Are you developing any enthusiasm for this job?"

I should have been repulsed and stood immediately. I should have balked at his request or, as it seemed, demand. I always considered myself to be a level-headed woman who never did anything on impulse; however, for some reason, I had an urge to do as he asked. 

I could feel my hands growing warm in his. My body betrayed my thoughts and I nodded and exhaled as I sank to my knees. My hands slid up to his thighs. My head continued to nod as my tongue started to glide across my lower lip before biting it softly. My mouth wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of it.

My fingers quickly slipped the zipper of his pants down and reached in to run my knuckle over the front of his boxers. I could feel its firmness and feel my stomach react as I began to extract his slightly hard penis. I ran my fingers up and down his shaft as I looked up at him over the frames of my glasses, "Actually yes... Sir... whatever you want, I'm sure I can live up to."

I continued to watch his eyes as I slipped my tongue out to swipe it over his tip. Rather quickly, I lowered my head and wrapped my lips around his head and then slid my eager mouth down his shaft. Wrapping my index finger and thumb around his thickening cock, I stretched his skin as I slid down to his base. My lips moved right behind my hand lathering him with saliva. 

I could feel his body react and suddenly wanted affirmation that he was enjoying this as much as I was. He finally spoke, "Ah, yes. Now that's the kind of do-whatever-it-takes attitude I'm looking for in my weekend secretary." I could feel his eyes staring as I continued, "Yes, lick it nice and slowly and see my reaction. You look so very pretty in those glasses..." He started to run his fingers over my cheek and I felt the confidence growing in me. He chuckled slightly, "They sometimes come in handy to keep your eyes covered in the event of a very pleased boss."

My head bobbed up and down and I moaned while I guided him in and out. I pulled him in deeper with each downward movement. My fingers slipped inside his pants to tease his scrotum with only my index finger at first. After rubbing a few gentle circles with my fingers, I slid him out of my mouth. Looking up at him seeking approval, I wiped the saliva off of my lower lip with my index finger.

I slipped my finger to the bridge of my glasses to push them up my nose, "Oh really? But sometimes, I'm sure they can get in the way."

My fingers moved to the top button of my blouse to unfasten it so that the fabric didn't pull so tightly at my throat. While I moved forward to dive in and finish what I had started, he slipped a finger under my chin to tilt my head up at him. "Oh that was very nicely done April. I feel like you are really acing this interview!" 

He moved his hand to the computer and cleared that image to have it replaced with a video. "Just watch this," he said in a firm tone. I did watch that and stared at a woman unbuttoning her shirt in a provocative manner. "Do this for me," he added.

I chewed my bottom lip while my stomach twitched nervously. I had never considered myself desirous. I knew I was not unattractive but I didn't exactly find myself beautiful and had never tried to turn a man on. I took in a deep breath and moved my fingers clumsily to the second button on my blouse and fumbled with it. "April, stop!" He demanded.

I did so and looked up at him quizzically. "Slowly, April. I want to watch you undress for me so that I can see you reveal your body a mere inch at a time." 

I knew I could never be sexy but I was willing to try. I moved my fingers to the third button and, with painstaking patience, I slid the button through the hole. My fingers began to caress the newly exposed skin. I watched his eyes transfixed on my actions. I carefully repeated the action with the next button and I could see his chest rise with a deep breath. 

"Do you want me to undo the rest or is this sufficient?"

His voice became stern. "If I wanted you to stop and tease me... I would have requested that. I'll need you to follow instructions directly from now on if you want this position." I blinked at how he bit out his response. He smiled slightly and added in a firm tone, "Now continue... I'm pleased so far..."

I interrupted him quickly, "Well I wasn't trying to tease... I just didn't..." I shook my head and closed my mouth not trying to appear obstinate. 

I gently tugged the hem of my blouse from the waistband of my skirt and finished unfastening each button in the same manner as I had started. Then I slipped my fingers to the top of my blouse to touch the fabric. I pulled the sides apart to reveal the round tops of my breasts held perfectly in place under the satin and lace cups of a push-up bra. Turning my head, I pulled my eyes from his and slid the fabric off my shoulders and down my arms letting it fall to the floor to expose my upper body to him. Embarrassed, I quickly I slipped my hands to cover my breasts shyly.

"Yes, that's much better but don't cover yourself. You have nice breasts and you need to show me more... take off your bra," he demanded.

I felt a sense of defeat but let my fingers drop from covering the royal blue material. I wound my hands behind my back to unfasten the clasp and brought my fingers to my shoulders. I slid the straps down and let my bra fall to the floor. I stood before him nervously and rested my sweaty palms on my waist. 

His eyes gazed at my breasts and he licked his lips before bringing another request. "Now let your hair down. It is nicely done up and it's great that you arrived like that; however, if you get the job, I'll require that it be left down during work."

I simply nodded and let out a sigh but I noticed a glint of approval in his eyes. I could feel my confidence growing as my arms rose to remove the three pins that were keeping my hair in place. Then I untwisted my hair to let it fall to my shoulders before shaking my heads just enough to allow it to fluff into soft curls.

"Oh yes, I can see how that changes your look. You are much sexier now... more intense... more... willing to do whatever it takes." His eyes grew slightly darker as he scratched his chin. 

"Your bra was nice but did you wear something interesting under that skirt that would look good while I used your services like that?" he inquired.

My eyes blinked as I met his eyes. I suddenly began to grow more confident as the realization that he wanted to use me to give him satisfaction. I opened my mouth to speak and my voice came out a little sultry, "You mean now? But don't you want to fin..." My voice trailed off and I gulped slightly, "Ummmm... well if I would have known that you... I mean... I would have dressed a little more appropriately." 

I heaved a sigh and slid my skirt up my thigh a bit to have him notice the lace top of my black stockings, "Is this to your liking?"

It was his turn to sigh and I could tell he was getting a little taken aback but snapped but quickly back to the interview. He cleared his throat and began to speak with incredible authority, "I should have mentioned that I do require nylons and not pantyhose. You should also always come to work with interesting undergarments on. Of course, there is a stipend added to your pay for such purchases... should you be offered the position."

"Well... I'm not sure exactly what you prefer, Alex. Would you care if I show you so you may let me know if my undergarments meet your approval? Or would you like to show me from your computer? I would really like to meet your demands... um... requirements... when... I mean IF I get the position." My voice trailed off as I awaited his response.

"No, I want to see what you wore today for this important interview. So far, I like what is see. Your skirt is nice and the nylons are quite sexy. So, as the next part of the interview, let me see what you wore to impress your prospective boss... so take it off slowly"

My mind began to swirl as I tried to gather a response. "Well I didn't expect that I would have to impress you with more than my mind... but..." Instead of continuing to speak I slowly met his eyes.

I slid my fingers back around my waist to glide the zipper down. Then I hooked my thumbs into to the waistband and slid my skirt down over my hips as slowly as I could. I held it about four inches below my waist so he could see the low waistband and just a bit of my matching panties. When it hit the fullest part of my hips, I released and it floated to the floor.

I could hear his voice catch in his throat while his eyes flicked over the view of my panties. "While you slide those panties off, I'll explain some of the fringe benefits."

My eyes went wide again but I was fully entranced by his words and could continue to feel my confidence growing. My body was growing weak with want so I repeated my painstakingly slow actions with my panties. My knees trembled and parted as they floated to my calves. When they were bunched up on the floor with my skirt, I stood there momentarily while he gazed at my hips. I could sense the minute his eyes zeroed in on the landing strip leading to my pussy because I could hear him inhale sharply. 

He spoke softly, "That was perfect, April. You must know the effect that had on me." Without warning, he wiped a hand across his desk to send all of the papers sailing onto the floor." He turned my head toward his computer, and closed that screen.

"Other times, you may find yourself in this position to do the job best."

My eyes were transfixed on the screen. A woman with her torso only donning a bra was splayed on a desk. Her legs were covered in thigh-high black stockings and her skirt was hiked up. A man stood between her thighs and, by her wanton expression, he appeared to be intensely kissing her neck. I couldn't speak while I pondered the idea of being on a desk with this incredibly sexy man pressed between my legs, touching and kissing me. My thighs pressed together at the thought. 

"I would need you on my desk, like this," he said interrupting my thoughts. 

I wanted to appease him but he continued to speak, "Sometimes I get hungry and need to eat. You may be a required to serve me a quick lunch."

"I'm not very good in the kitchen... Mister... I mean Alex," I began to stammer but he cut me off quickly.

"Do not interrupt me April," he growled. "Look at the computer."

I obeyed and looked over at yet another video of a man lightly stroking his tongue between a woman's pussy lips. I blinked and instantly began yearning for him to do just that. Of course, I would never ask for such a thing. 

"April, perch yourself on my desk and let me see if you look as appetizing from there as you do here."

I took a step back and boosted myself on the edge of his desk. 

"You can do better than that. Scoot back and spread your thighs apart now." As soon as I did that, he further commanded, "Now spread your lips apart with your fingers." I slowly parted my outer labia with my index and middle fingers and I heard his him groan. "Fuck, you look wonderful... a nice, tidy package you have, April. I can tell by how it glistens that you are enjoying this interview immensely. Now lay down."

I felt him scoot closer to me and felt his breath gently caress my skin as he lowered his head. I felt his tongue barely swipe from the lower part of my slit up to my clitoris... then back down. He did this a few times just teasing and torturing me. Once in a while, he would swirl his tongue around my sensitive nub then flick it quickly. When he heard me murmur, he stopped abruptly.

When I looked up, he was pointing at the screen again. I man with his mouth hovering over a cunt was on display. When hit hit play, the man's mouth dipped and he his tongue disappeared inside of her. My stomach churned when he spoke, "Sometimes, I just need a little snack." He hit pause.




The Interview



Just as the video stopped, Alex lowered his head as he pushed my fingers aside to replace them with his. He dipped his tongue inside of me and swirled it around. Then he probed a little and repeated his action many times over. I could feel my body instantly wanting more.

"I can definitely provide you with... meals... snacks... that will sustain you and feed your appetite," I commented as I nodded emphatically. 

"Don't speak yet, April," he commanded and gestured for me to stop as he hit play to continue the video. "Sometimes, I need something more substantial." I watched as the man vigorously devoured her. It tantalized me and caused me to crave even more of his sweet torture. 

Without warning he pushed his face into my cunt as he grabbed my knees to force my thighs to spread apart widely. His tongue and mouth assaulted my most sensitive region. His tongue dove in as his nose teased my clit. He moved his face from side to side as my body writhed. He roughly licked me and sucked on me until I thought my heart was going to explode. I felt him stop and groan but immediately he moved his mouth up to capture my nub and sucked on it with such strength. He teased my opening with his chin and his stubble rubbed with such vigor. He feasted like it would be his last meal. 

When he stopped I gasped and let out a low moan. I could only murmur, "I think I can perform these duties. 

He chuckled as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, "Oh, that's very sexy, April. You are doing very well in this interview. But it's not over yet.

I could hear him click the mouse so my focus returned to his computer screen. "Also, there are times when undergarments get moved to the side..." His voice trailed off and I could instantly feel my pussy clench in response to what my eyes gazed at. 

There was a new video with a woman's most private parts being stroked with just a man's index finger. Once again my insides reacted. It looked so intimate as his fingers slid slowly along the woman's slit, barely grazing her inner labia. I felt like he was teasing me incessantly as I felt me desire growing. I wanted him to touch me just like that. 

"Or maybe like this," he continued. He had changed the photo to a woman with her head tossed back and two fingers buried deep within her cunt. He was gauging my reaction until he whispered, "Sometimes the boss needs to exercise his fingers."

I could sense that he was about to emulate this actions and I nibbled my lip. He stood and leaned to hover over me. "Open your eyes now, April." The moment they opened and met his, he jammed two fingers inside of me with them together and straight in but turned vertically. My body jolted as my back arched and my head tilted back sharply. 

He stopped and his eyes grew wide. "I knew by your small frame that you would be snug; however, you are so tight. When was the last time you were touched... or fucked?" 

I nibbled my lip and mumbled, "It's been awhile."

He nearly growled, "That's entirely too long but I like that." He began to saw his fingers in and out of me rapidly. Each time he hit a little deeper and my eyes would clench tightly. I moved to prop my heels on the edge of the desk to give him more access. 

He took this as encouragement and turned his fingers to a horizontal placement and curled them up inside of me and began rubbing on my front wall until he found my g-spot. He violated this area until he could sense that I was ready to explode. He did stop and when my eyes flew open, he inserted a third finger causing me to cry out. He caused a quick pain to pulse through me as he stretched me more, causing me to jolt. It quickly turned to pleasure and when he sensed that I was on the verge of cumming, he stopped immediately.

Again, I felt like he was torturing me. I wanted to release so badly but he was in control and, if I did, it would be on his terms. 

"Very often, I'll want you to bend over the desk and then you will feel this..."

My head snapped to his computer to see what was on display. I have never enjoyed porn but, with him, I began eagerly awaiting what he would show me next. It was a new video and a man was running his penis tip along a woman's labia. 

I chewed on my lower lip as my head nodded and whispered, "Yes, very often."

He stood and I looked down to see his cock hard and erect. I also noticed precum running from the tip. He held his shaft in his hand and stroked up and down his length a few times. He leaned forward slightly and rested his other hand on my stomach as he began to reenact what was going on in the video. He rested his hand on my stomach and traced my slit with the smooth head of his dick. He moved ever so slowly and I wanted so much more. I tried to nudge my body down to encourage him slip in just a bit. The effort was futile because he held my body firmly in place. 

He smiled slyly down at me. "I can tell you like that, April." Before I could respond, he directed me back to his computer. There was a woman spreading her folds with her fingers and a man was sliding in and out of her. I could feel my cunt instantly clench. I tore my eyes away to search his. As if he could read my mind, he stated, "And I believe you desire this. No?"

My gaze softened and I hoarsely whispered an affirmative, "Yes... very much so."

He raised a brow and chuckled, "Oh, my eager little slut. You will have to wait for this." I should have wanted to slap him. No man had ever called me a slut and, if it would have been anyone else, I would have shoved him off and walked away immediately. He was a different story; I wanted nothing more than to have him use my body in every way to guarantee his satisfaction. 

I inhaled deeply, "This wasn't what I expected at all... I ummm..." I cleared my throat, "I imagined you were going to ask me about my typing skills..." I saw a glint of disinterest flicker in his eyes so I quickly added, "I believe I can meet all of your requirements."

A smug look appeared on his face as his hand rested on my knee on top of my nylons then squeezed as it traveled to my upper thigh. "Well I have checked out many of your skills and you have passed with flying colors. Typing? That doesn't matter much to me at all. You may have figured that out..." 

His voice trailed off and he pointed once again at his monitor. A woman in nothing but heels and thigh-high stockings was straddling a man in sitting in his chair. "If you can handle this, the job is yours."

I gasped but recovered quickly, "I'm sure I can handle everything sufficiently." My eyebrow rose up in a challenging manner, "But you might want to make a test run to see if my skills are up to your expectations."

"You sound very self-assured in your abilities... but, yes, I like your idea, April. I actually intend to do just that." He took my hand and guided me off the desk and pulled me toward him. He patted his lap lightly as he gave me firm directives, "Come to my chair, climb up, and straddle me. Lower yourself onto me, and then feel me fill you as you bend to kiss me with all the enthusiasm you can bring."

I spoke not a word but did just as he ordered. I rested my knees on either side of his thighs as I climbed into his chair. I ran one hand through his hair as the other grasped his cock. I swiped it against my thighs and then my outer lips as I swiveled to slide him between my lips. I was positive he could instantly feel how wet I was. I hovered over him right as he found my hole. I then tangled my hand in his hair and yanked his head back. My lips came crashing down over his and my tongue instantly invaded his mouth. 

He grasped my hips and yanked me down swiftly so that his cock filled me quickly and completely. Even though he had slid three fingers in me earlier, I was not prepared for his girth. His sudden movement caused me to stretch so widely that I let out a slight scream. 

He gave me no time to adjust to his size and thrust inside of me as I pulled me to lower myself onto him. He forced my cunt to get accustomed to him and he penetrated me deeply and easily. 

My tongue filled his mouth and I could hear his muffled tones. He grabbed the back of my head and his mouth completely seized control of our kiss. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and tangled it with his. His head turned and he claimed my mouth, shoving his tongue inside deep, hard, and with gusto.

He released my hip and allowed me free reign for a bit. My hips gyrated over his lap, riding him hard. I wanted and needed every inch of him. Pushing down, I could feel him hitting even deeper. I moaned against his mouth as my tongue fucked his deeply with a wondrous swirling motion. My fingers moved to grasp the fabric between the buttons of his dress shirt. I yanked hard causing the buttons to fly everywhere. I ripped and pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. The second his chest was bare, I plastered mine against it. 

I mumbled against his lips, "Baby, you can take that out of my first paycheck... I mean... boss."

He grabbed my hips and started to slam me down onto his cock as he pushed up inside of me. Each time he hit a little deeper as he impaled me. He broke our hot kiss to bite my neck and then take a nipple into his mouth. He bit it hard and then sucked it inside of his mouth. 

I could feel his lips curve into a smile as he whispered, "So you think you got the job, April? Well, you have to cum on my cock first, and then cause me cum up inside your wet cunt. Think you can manage that?" 

"Oh I think that can be arranged... I mean if I meet your satisfaction." I growled as I felt his teeth bite hard which caused me to push down even further. I held still with his cock deep inside of me as my hips began to swivel. I raised myself up an inch and then slammed down. I felt him penetrate me as my eyes closed. I cried out and then whimpering, "Bite harder, Alex. You know... I mean you'll find out what I like."

He growled in a commanding manner as he pulled my hips down, "Cum on my cock, April. Ride it fucking hard and you will be rewarded mightily." He bit the other nipple hard as he grabbed and squeezed my first boob. Mauling it in his hands, he pinched my nipple and caused me to jolt. 

I pushed down greedily because my cunt grew hungrier for his cock by the second. While I slammed my hips up and down, my hand moved to tease my clit. Circling and feeling my wetness, I coated my fingers then brought them to his mouth. "You want a taste, Mister... uh... Alex."

He growled at my question, "Yes, but spread your pussy juice on your nipple and I'll suck it off of that swollen nub."

I moved my hand down to my pussy again to coat my fingers. This time, I smeared them around my nipples and watched my juices glisten on my flesh. 

He hungrily grabbed at my tit with his teeth and sucked hard on my flesh. Then he pulled my entire nipple into my mouth and devoured it so fiercely that I could feel my flesh bruising. 

Feeling the intensity of the pain shooting through my chest caused me to push down even harder. I tossed my head back and screamed out, "Baby... fuck.. I mean boss... I'm going to cum... right fucking now!"

The moment he heard me and could feel my orgasm start, he grabbed my hips and rammed himself inside of me over and over. As he jammed his cock inside of me and slammed my thighs down on his, I couldn't help but realize that I had never in my life been fucked as hard as he was fucking me. It was driving me completely wild and I could feel my insides ready to spontaneously combust when he growled, "Cum on your boss's cock, April. Get the full benefit of working for me."

I tossed my head back before my lips came crashing down on his. I could taste myself on his lips and that drove me to push myself down again to feel him pummel me. I closed my eyes and held still as I felt the flood gates open. I could feel myself flowing freely and rose up to allow my juices to run over his lap. I wrapped my shoulders and held onto him tightly. 

He pushed his lips up against mine as he hooked his hands around my shoulders to thrust his hips up and drove himself in deeply. We both screamed out despite our kisses. 

He held me still as he assaulted my insides. Each time my clit rubbed against his base, I could feel a small jolt inside of me. The feeling continued to mount until my body began to quiver. Electricity coursed throughout my body causing it to quiver. I clenched my eyes tightly as a burst of white light shot from behind them. My body writhed as one orgasm after another took me. He held me so securely in his arms while everything that had built up flowed from my core out of me. 

Once I could catch my breath, my hips began to move once more and I rode his cock begging him to cum. "Now, it's your turn," I muttered. 

He bucked up inside of me and I could feel his warm cum flowing and coating my walls. I rammed myself down and felt him jolt before he yelled, "Oh fuck! Yes... you are hired."

We both continued to move and we glided so slickly against one another as our juices combined. My lips moved over his as a satisfied smile spread across them. My kisses teased him as I pulled away to lean my forehead against his to catch my breath.

"Did you have any doubt that I would meet your expectations, baby? Oh, wait... can I call you baby now?" I grinned widely as I kissed his forehead lightly, "Unless my handsome boyfriend wants me to call him boss."

He chuckled softly, "You can call me happy and satisfied. See what happens on your first day on the payroll..."

I couldn't help but laugh as I pulled back to look into his eyes, "Only the first day? Well you can interview me anytime, Alex. I like you happy... satisfied... fulfilled." I gave a teasing wink as I added, "But I also like you hungry... needy... horny." 

I could feel him calming in my arms as he whispered, "I get hungry and needy quickly... and I think you do too. So, my dear, I may need your suckretary... I mean secretary services... during the week too, from time to time. Your eagerness, enthusiasm, is what got you hired."

I stifled a smirk, "Not to mention I was the only applicant." 

His eyes twinkled teasingly, "Well, I can't imagine any other applicant would ever have measured up to my expectations." A sly grin spread across his lips, "By the way, the glasses were a nice touch, April, but what was this, 'It's been awhile' since you were fucked part?"

I tossed my head back and let out a laugh, "Well I didn't think my... prospective... boss would want me talking about how often my sexy boyfriend... hmmm... satisfies my every need."

He growled lustfully and lowly, "Well now that you have seen what the job entails, when do you want to start?"

My lips moved over the curve of his neck and I could feel his arms encircling my waist more snugly. While my tongue stroked his warm flesh, I whispered, "Oh, I think I'll start... immediately... boss."



The Interview



"He's an arrogant, sexist dictator. You will hate working for him." Jane remarked sternly.

I carefully balanced the phone on my shoulder as I mixed a perfect shade of claret for the painting I was working on, "Honey, I'm so far behind in my bills I would be willing to be a personal assistant to Pol Pot."

"Dahlia, you are shameless!"

"I know, I know, but I really need a gig Jane. Do you think he'll hire me?"

"Just wear something revealing and you'll be a shoe-in. We'll have dinner after your interview; you can tell me how horrible it was and on the way out I'll point out all the women in the building he has harassed."

After hanging up, I realized what a mess I was. "Shit, how can I be sexy with paint on my forehead!" I jumped in the shower and tried to scrub the bohemian off of my body. Flipping through my closet in my mind's eye I planned my outfit. Not that there was much to choose from, I had never worked in a corporate office. Thank goodness I had slept with a guy who had a "naughty librarian" jones. My role-play costume would double as my interview outfit!

While I was rinsing off, a jet of water hit my cunt, reminding me that I hadn't had a chance to jill-off. I started to caress my breasts as the water streamed over my body. Pulling off the shower massage, I directed the spray over my nipples. The pulsating spray was tantalizing. I turned up the water pressure and the throbbing spread throughout my body. I ran the water everywhere except for over my pussy, teasing and testing myself, seeing how long I could hold out. I think I could have gone on forever, but I had that stupid interview to go to. I turned the dial to stream and steadied myself against the tile. I played the water against the outside of my labia and down and up to my ass. I quivered as the jets of water streamed against and into my puckering hole.

With my right hand I spread my lips apart with my right hand and brought the water play back to my cunt. The pressure teased the nerve endings around my vaginal canal. I found my clit and began use my latest favorite technique by pressing it through to hood. I could feel the orgasm building deep in my belly as I alternately squeezed and pressed my joy buzzer. I really wanted to go over the top so I dropped the shower massage off of the shelf and grabbed my waterproof vibrating dildo.

As far as I am concerned, it was the world's most perfect solo-sex toy. It was curved for g-spot stimulation, ridged for vaginal stimulation, and it vibrated for clitoral stimulation. What more could a girl ask for? I slowly slid the vibe over my clit, practically sending myself over the edge. When it reached my vagina, I teasingly moved it in and out of myself. My pussy grabbed at the fake dick and tried to pull it inside. The purple jelly rubber was slick with my cream. As I increased the pace I pulled roughly on my nipples. "Uh, uh, uh, oooooooooooh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I screamed as the orgasm exploded outwards from my center.

After cleaning up, I slipped into my favorite gold silk bikinis and struggled into the matching bra. The demi-cup bra was at least a cup size too small, but the squeeze on my DD's gave me great cleavage. The warm gold tone of the lingerie complemented my creamy caramel skin. I stopped to admire myself in the mirror as I rolled up my black lace topped stockings. "Damn, I look good!" I took a moment to admire my overflowing breasts, contoured waist, sexy belly, and womanly hips. After putting on my slightly-above-the-knee length black skirt and matching blazer with a white silk blouse, I stopped for a final check.

"Definitely need to undo one more button." I slowly turned to make sure I had not missed anything. "Damn!" Pantylines, the bane of my existence. I forgot that I always went without when I would play "Mrs. Roberts" with Jim. I quickly slipped off my panties. While I was bent over I spied my pair of black 4" stilettos under my bed. "Perfect," I thought as I slipped them on. A little higher than acceptable for an office, but not quite topless dancer height (that's another story).

I got to the office tower in Midtown without too much drama. I had taken a cab, so I had not had a chance to test my outfit. I approached the security desk without much fanfare and the security guard didn't pay me much attention as I stated my name and purpose. I knew I had chosen the right outfit, however, when as I leaned over to sign the guest book the security guy practically started drooling. I winked at him as I turned toward the elevator bank and his face turned a deep crimson as I wiggled toward an open car.

"Please have a seat, Mr. Harrison will be with you shortly." The receptionist directed me towards a bank of plush seating.

"Can you direct me towards the ladies room?" I asked the petite redhead as I tried not to stare down her top. She was wearing a loose fitting oxford shirt with at least three buttons undone and nothing underneath! Her pert breasts were two perfect handfuls and I found the sprinkling of freckles across her chest charming. I inadvertently licked my lips.

"Hello? Miss..." Now it was my turn to blush.

"Oh, sorry, yes, right down the hall and to the left, got it."

I quickly closed the stall door behind me and giggled at myself. I had planned on using the bathroom trip to sex myself up, but I found I was already hot. When I reached into my blouse to pull my nipples just over the top of my bra, I found they were fully engorged. I took a moment to twist and squeeze them and if I had more time I probably would have gone for an all out lick. I reached under my skirt to get some pussy juice and I was surprised to find how slick I had become. My clit was trying to peek out of its hood and demanded attention. I lightly stroked its sides and leaned back as I enjoyed the pleasurable pulses coursing through me.

"Shit, I don't have time for this!" I quickly dipped my index finger inside my pussy and picked up some juices. I lightly rubbed a bit between my breasts and on the inside of my wrists. After washing my hands and checking my lipstick, I headed back to the reception area.

If I didn't know better, I might have thought that the hot little receptionist had the same thing on her mind that I did. As I walked back in the room she quickly raised her hand from under her desk and I swear her cheeks were slightly flushed.

"Um, I can show you to Mr. Harrison's office now." She said as she got up from behind her station, smoothing her skirts as she rose. As I followed her through the maze of offices, I thought I could smell a pussy other than my own.

She knocked timidly on a large mahogany door at the end of a very long hallway. "Yeah, yeah, come in." A deep, gruff voice answered from within.

"Sir, this is Dahlia Summers. She's here for the assistant position."

I stepped inside the office and was glad to see that his desk was perpendicular to the door and that I would have to walk around an informal conference area to get to his desk. This walk would be a perfect showcase for the way the stilettos pushed up my ample ass. I was concentrating on my presentation so I really didn't notice Mr. Harrison until he stood up to greet me.

Hot damn! Jane had only mentioned his difficult personality, she had failed to mention his martini olive green eyes, slightly wavy dark brown hair with gray at the temples, chiseled jaw, or broad shoulders. He was impeccably dressed in what could only have been a custom suit from Saville Row. The deep charcoal gray suited him beautifully. As I shook his hand, I couldn't help but wonder what I would find under his cadet blue shirt.

"Thank you for coming in on such short notice, Ms. Summers. Or is it Mrs.?" He asked with a bright smile that bordered on a smirk.

"Oh, Ms. Is fine."

A cloud passed briefly over his eyes as I avoided the question about my marital status. I quickly decided that I need to establish myself as not only a hot number, but someone he would not grow bored with after a few fucks.

As he began to explain his expectations, I discretely rubbed my legs together as if I had an itch on my ankle and I was trying to scratch it with my opposing foot. This caused my skirt to slowly creep up my legs until the lace from the tops of my stockings were just starting to peek from underneath. Mr. Harrison was seemingly oblivious to my machinations. He began the interview portion of our meeting.

He asked the typical questions and I gave him the typical answers. I was waiting for my opening when he asked, "What is your stance on personal requests?"

Finally, my big break. I took a deep breath and slowly uncrossed and recrossed my legs. This caused my skirt to rise a bit higher and for the slit in my skirt to fully disclose the side of my thigh, above the top of my stocking. I leaned forward in my chair as if I was in deep concentration and crossed my arms over my knee, which pushed my breasts even further into the common space. "In all honesty, " I responded slowly, "as a personal assistant, I feel it is my responsibility to relieve you in every way I can." As I finished my statement, I 'accidentally' knocked my hand into a stack of resumes on his desk. I quickly stood and bent over to straighten the stack. I kept my head down, giving him a good chance to check out my breast and nipple show. "See, if you had me around, you wouldn't have stacks of papers on your desk." I continued babbling as I slowly lifted my head and saw that he had taken the bait.

I moved my arms and it caused my breasts to move. This woke Mr. Harrison from my tit trance. He quickly looked up and caught my gaze. It was the ultimate game of chicken. He knew that I knew that he had being staring at my breasts. But what would be the next move and who would make it? I knew that this was going to be a challenge, but I had poverty on my side. I launched Plan B.

"Is it always this warm in your office? " I asked innocently.

"Now that you mention it, it is warmer than usual. I think I will remove my coat. Please feel free to remove yours, if you are uncomfortable."

"I'm quite fine. Thank you." A look of confusion flitted across his face as I declined to remove an item of my clothing. I had a chance to win this battle yet. I knew that in order to make this job work for me, I had to coerce him into making the first move. I pointed across the room and asked, "Are those models of the company's real estate developments?"

"Yes," he replied. "I'll give you the break down."

I quickly leapt out of my seat, to cause a little extra bounce and to give him another chance to check out my ass as I walked over to one of the several display cases containing detailed architects models.

I pretended to pay attention as he explained the various boring details of how he and the company triumphed in several deals in several city neighborhoods. "Oh, I know that building," I exclaimed. "Isn't that right over there?" As I pointed out the huge office window, I made sure my wrist passed within inches of his nose. If the pussy juice wouldn't get to him, I knew nothing would. He looked at me quizzically as I moved to the next display case.

"What's this," I asked as I reached for the floor. There was nothing on the floor, but I knew my time was running out. I did a straight legged bend-over as I pretended to pick something up. By the rush of air hitting my upper thighs, I knew that I had exposed a bit of my ass cheeks as I bent over. I stood up fully and put the 'thing from the floor' in my blazer pocket before I turned around.

Finally! There it was, a slight bulge in those impeccably tailored pants. I slowly licked and sucked my lips as I boldly stared at his crotch.

"Are you always such a cocktease?" he asked in a harsh whisper.

I was not prepared for this tactic. "Mr. Harrison... I don't I can't imagine, why I can't believe..." I tried to come up with a Plan C as he moved toward me. There was something in his eyes that I did not like.

I turned towards the door and almost made it when one of my stupid heels got caught in the fringe of his oriental carpet. It was just what he needed to catch up with me. "Where do you think you are going?" he asked as he grabbed my arm.

"I don't like the turn this interview has taken," I replied with fake bravado.

"You come in here with your tits half hanging out and your ass completely hanging out, and you are surprised that I'm acting this way?"

"Thank God, I was afraid you liked boys." I threw my free arm around his neck and began to lick and bite his lips. We began to kiss with a passion I had never felt before. I hated his arrogance and swagger, but at the same time found it strangely compelling. I wrenched off my blazer as he grabbed at my breasts through my blouse. He lowered his head and began to suck my nipples through the silk. The wet combined with the friction from the silk and the pressure from his lips and tongue was amazing. I grabbed his head as he took more and more of each breast into his mouth. When one wasn't in his mouth, he would tug and pull at my nipple until the moan he wanted to hear would come from me.

Together, we unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it on the floor. I began to reach behind to unhook my bra. "Leave it on," he whispered in my ear. He stood back as I stood before him with my breasts flowing over my bra. I wanted him back with me, near me, inside of me.

He undid his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. I started to walk towards him. "Stay there," he commanded. I stood helplessly as he took off his shirt, shoes, socks, and pants. He stood in his tented paisley boxers as we stared at each other. "Lift up your skirt."

I lifted my skirt with my left hand and started to move towards my pussy with my right. I stopped and looked at him. "Yes, go ahead," he said as one of his hands snaked into his shorts.

"But..." I questioned his maneuver.

"But what?" he replied. "Turn around is fair play, now sit on the couch and play with your clit."

I obeyed. Spreading my legs as I sat, I dipped my fingers into my dripping cunt. After pulling out my fingers I could resist sucking off my sweet juices. Now it was his turn to moan, as I saw his hand moving inside of his shorts. God, I wanted his cock. It was all I could think about as I frigged my clit. What did it look like? Smell like? Taste like? We stared at each other while we pleasured ourselves. Who would hold out longest? It was just another front in our battle.

I could feel my muscles tensing up for the big release. I kept pressure on my clit with my thumb while my fingers dove inside of me. The slurping sounds coming from my cunt turned me on another notch. With my free hand I lifted one of my breasts and began to suck the top of it. I knew I would have a self-inflicted hickey in the morning, but I didn't care. I could hear Harrison stroking feverishly as I increased to pressure to my cunt. I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, I need to concentrate fully on the sensations coursing through my body. I reclined further into the cushions as the second orgasm of the day began to rush over me. The tingling in my clit exploded into a thousand colors and I could feel all of my blood vessels expanding to release the excess heat I had created. "Aaaaahhhhh! Aaaahhh! Aaaaaahhhhh!" I bounced up and down on the couch with my fingers buried deep inside of me as I rode the waves of my climax.

I opened my eyes to see Harrison stroking a cock that I knew I had to have. It wasn't very long, probably about 6", but it was thick enough to make my mouth water. The hair on his pelvic area was nicely trimmed, and his balls were bare. I started to get up, but I realized he was too far gone. I was powerless to do anything as Harrison vigorously stroked his cock. It started to twitch and I knew he would come soon. I spread my legs, so he could see the honey flowing out of me as he reached his climax. He bared his teeth and grunted as his body convulsed. I watched aptly as his juices squirted from his cock.

Harrison collapsed on the couch next to me, closing his eyes as he waited for his breathing to return to normal. I held his spent cock in my hands and fantasized about riding it. Harrison opened his eyes and placed his hand over my mons. He slipped a finger inside of me as he kissed each of my breasts, my chest, my throat, and my eyes. Bringing the finger he had wet with my cream up to his nose, he inhaled deeply and then pushed the finger into my mouth. He then covered my mouth with his, licking my cream from my lips.

"Can you start tomorrow?"



The Interview



Emma had gone to bed early the previous evening to ensure a good nights sleep in preparation for her interview the following day. She slept well; she was afraid that she would not and when the alarm woke her, she felt quite refreshed. She chose a pretty white blouse to go with her gray skirt and jacket. Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt quite pleased with her appearance, wearing her hair up like that made her look very business-like. She completed the look with a couple of small silver earrings and rather than wear her contacts, she thought the wire-framed spectacles would make her look more like an ideal office worker.

Arriving with 10 minutes to spare, she waited for five minutes before reporting to reception. The girl there told her to sit down and that Mr. Robinson would be with her shortly. 

Mr. Robinson turned out to be a balding middle-aged man in a gray suit. He greeted Emma warmly and politely and led her to his office. As they went in, he told his secretary, Miss Frobisher, that he was not to be disturbed. Inside, he offered Emma a chair, taking a seat opposite her behind a large oaken desk. He smiled gently at her and Emma felt a little more comfortable.

'Would you like some tea or coffee, Miss Simpson?', he asked.

'No, thank you.' replied Emma, still a little nervous. She straightened a little in her chair, which had the effect of pushing her breasts out. She thought she caught Mr. Robinson eyeing her figure. 'That can't do any harm', she thought, swiveling her upper body, just a little, for effect.

'I can see from your resume that you have all the credentials we need.' said Mr. Robinson, thinking to himself how pretty the young woman looked. Under the cover of the desk, he brushed his hand over the front of his trousers. 'I wonder …', he thought.

'Thank you' said Emma, feeling more confident. She crossed her legs, angling herself in the chair to give Mr. Robinson a better view of her figure, of which she was justly proud.

'Perhaps you'd like to tell me something about yourself and why you are interested in this job?', he said, smiling. He noticed that she was willing to tease. Perhaps …?

'Well,' said Emma, 'I have been working out of town for Johnson's in their offices for the last 5 years. The work has been mainly clerical, with some secretarial duties. I have been happy there, but I felt that the work did not really challenge me, so I have been studying evenings.'

As Mr. Robinson watched and listened to Emma, he became aware of just how attractive she was. 'And not afraid to use that, either', he thought. Behind the cover of his desk, he eased down the zip on his trousers. The cool air on his hardening member felt good and it was certainly more comfortable now it had room to stiffen further.

'I enjoyed the coursework', continued Emma, unaware of how she was affecting Mr. Robinson beneath the oaken desk, 'and, as you can see from my grades, I did well and I am very keen to put it to practise.'

Emma paused. Mr. Robinson smiled at her to go on. One of his hands was beneath the desk and, for a moment, Emma had a disturbing thought. But no …surely not?

'So I have been looking around for some work experience and the opportunity to put what I have learnt to good use. I have heard good things about your company and being able to work locally will be useful to me. Especially, since my mother is not too well at present.'

'I am sorry to hear that. So you are keen to get this position?'

'Oh yes! I am sure I can satisfy all your requirements and I will try so hard to please you.' Replied Emma, then hesitated – was that perhaps a little too eager? She became aware of a growing sexual tension, which she was probably encouraging. The thought both alarmed and excited her.

'I like my staff eager to please. Are you eager to please me, Miss Simpson?' 

Mr. Robinson felt his erection suddenly grow painfully hard, the young woman was obviously aware of his thoughts.

'Of course, Sir.' The response was almost automatic. Emma was keen to please and other implications of the situation were temporarily lost to her.

'What about right now, Miss Simpson?'

'O My God!' thought Emma, 'What does that mean? This could be getting out of control.' Unsure of exactly how to react, but not wishing to show any unwillingness ('I do need this job'), she smiled sweetly.

'You have a pretty face, my dear, and a lovely smile.'

‘Thank you!’, Emma blushed slightly and wondered why Mr. Robinson seemed to be wandering off topic.

‘I am sure you would do fine meeting and dealing with our clients. I can tell they would warm to you.’

‘Oh yes.’ Said Emma. ‘I like dealing with people.’ ‘This is really going rather well.’, she thought.

‘Perhaps you would be willing to try a little aptitude test?’

‘Of course, Sir. If it will help’

Mr. Robinson stood up behind the desk allowing his trousers to drop to the floor. His underpants were already pulled down in front to allow his full erection to obscenely jut out. Emma thought it was probably between 6 and 7 inches, but her eyes were transfixed by the thick purple swollen head with it’s wicked looking single hole from which leaked a drop of clear fluid. She remained speechless, unsure of what to say or do, as Mr. Robinson stepped out of his trousers and moved around the desk towards her.

‘So how do you think you might please me, my dear?’

'Mister Robinson!', she said, indignantly, suddenly finding her voice, but not the words.

'You have a pretty mouth, Emma' said Mr. Robinson leaning back against the desk, his right hand stroking his length inches from her face, 'I can't help thinking of those lovely lips around my cock sucking on it.'

'No! This isn't right! You can't treat me like this!' Emma protested. She was aware of an emotional paradox building inside her. 'I want him to,' She thought, 'but I really can't let him treat me like this!'

'You can't get away with this!' (Emma was rather excited that Mr. Robinson obviously thought that he could.)

Mr. Robinson reached over onto his desk and flipped a switch on his intercom, 'Miss Frobisher, can you come in here a minute, please?'

Emma turned to look at the door. Mr. Robinson seemed so confident that she thought she knew what was about to happen. The door opened and Miss Frobisher walked in. Emma had hardly glanced at the woman when she had entered the office, but now she could see that Miss Frobisher was slight of build, probably in her late 50's with graying hair. Miss Frobisher was obviously shocked initially, seeing her boss fully exposed and masturbating in front of her, but she quickly composed herself.

'Yes, Sir?'

'Can you see anything improper going on her, Miss Frobisher?'

Miss Frobisher paused, obviously considering her response to her boss’s question … and her position as his employee. 'No, Sir. Everything seems quite proper. Will that be all, Sir?'

'Yes, thank you, Miss Frobisher. Please shut the door behind you and see we are not disturbed. I would hate anyone to walk in while Miss Simpson was sucking me off.'

Emma flushed. She felt degraded, 'He obviously enjoys shocking people like this', she thought, 'how could he talk to his secretary, like that, in front of me, about me sucking his dick'.

'Of course, Sir.' said Miss Frobisher, as she left, closing the door behind her.

'Well,' said Mr. Robinson, 'I don't think any complaints by you are going to be taken very seriously, do you?'

‘You Bastard!’

‘Spirit too, I like that!’, Mr. Robinson smiled, 'But I think you had better start getting down to the business of sucking my cock, if you want that job.'

Emma reached out and put her hand around his shaft feeling the veins running along the length pressing into her palm. It seemed much larger now she was holding it up to her face. Moving her lips towards the tip she looked up into Mr. Robinson's face.

'If I do,' she said, 'I will get the job, won't I?'

'Why should I not want someone so willing to please?' said Mr. Robinson, 'Give it your best and the job is yours.'

Feeling strangely happy, Emma licked the precum from the tip and then slowly moved her mouth down over the cockhead allowing the purple knob to push open her lips. It tasted salty and there was also a trace of her lipstick that had come off onto it as her lips had smoothly welcomed it into her mouth. As her lips closed around his glans, she felt the swollen bulb filling her mouth like a large plum. Her tongue licked the underside pressing it up against the roof of her mouth. She held it there and sucked on it while her hand moved up and down his shaft.

Mr. Robinson put his hand on Emma's head, 'that's it my girl', he said smiling, enjoying the sensations that her mouth was giving to his cock. 

Emma's head started bobbing up and done and Mr. Robinson gasped as he felt his cock moving between her lips. He started making small thrusting movements watching his thick shaft sliding in and out of Emma's mouth.

Emma could feel Mr. Robinson's cock nudging the back of her throat. Her eyes were closed and she was concentrating upon the sensation of the cock fucking her mouth. She felt pleased with herself that she seemed to have got the job and she felt that she had a clear idea of exactly what Mr. Robinson's priorities were. She knew she could handle that. The situation she had got herself into was so disgusting, she was amazed that she could behave like this. The more she thought about how depraved she felt, the more heated she became and she was enjoying the hot wet feeling growing between her legs.

In fact Emma was thinking so much about it that Mr. Robinson coming into her mouth took her by surprise and it was the taste of his hot salty cream that made her realise that he had started to pump his semen into her mouth and down her throat. She pulled back, partly in disgust, but wanting to see, so that as she removed his cock from her mouth she saw the single eye at the tip open up as hot globules of white spunk spurted out into her face, some landing on the lenses of her spectacles.

She stood up, her hand still stroking and looked Mr. Robinson in the face knowing that he could see his cum stickily moving down one side of her nose. She smiled, thinking of how she must look to him standing in front of her, his cock wet and sticky in her hand, his semen on her face.

'You want me to fuck you, don't you?' he said.

'You're going to do what you want, anyway, aren't you?', she said.

'Yes, I am' he said, 'and so are you.'

'Yes', she said, quietly. She had given so much, she almost wanted to give more. She wanted to see how far the situation would go, unwilling to just walk away, though she knew that she could.

'Show me your tits!' he said.

Looking down at the floor, Emma took off her jacket and then slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Mr. Robinson watched slowly wanking his cock. Emma slipped off her blouse, draping it over the chair and then looked up into Mr. Robinsons eyes as she reached behind her back to undo the clasp on her bra. He reached out as she uncovered her full round breasts to caress the soft lightly tanned flesh. Her nipples stood out hard and erect. He rolled them between his fingers. Emma made a noise between a moan and a gasp.

'Please.' She said, though unaware of exactly what she was asking for.

Mr. Robinson looked at her, one hand at her breast, the other bringing himself to hardness again. Emma was finding it hard to control the feelings she was having. The situation was depraved and Emma felt that it was very much out of her control. Part of her felt the growing excitement and wanted what was going to happen next with an eagerness that she found distressing … part of her just wanted it all over.

'Please,' she said, 'I know what you want to do, Please do it.'

'Take off your panties.'

Emma lifted her skirt and slid her panties down; the crotch was very wet. She felt better, unencumbered, with them removed. Moving onto the desk, she pulled her skirt up to her waist and opened her legs so Mr. Robinson could see her wet open vagina. Emma was aware that she needed to feel very naughty, she moved a hand down towards her moist heat and allowed a finger to slip between her vaginal lips. Getting it over with was going to mean getting it done quickly; then she could go.

'Please,' she said, 'I need you to.'

Mr. Robinson moved between Emma's legs and moved his thick cockhead against her wet folds parting them gently but not quite entering, teasing her.

'What do you need, my dear?'

Emma felt a need to be crude: 'I need you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me.'

'Ask me to fuck your hot cunt.'

'Fuck my hot cunt. Please, Sir, fuck my hot wet cunt.'

Mr. Robinson moved forward, slipping his cock into Emma's pussy, which was so wet and open that he found it sliding into her easily. Emma let out a long moan as she felt his thickness penetrating deep inside her and she felt herself come slighty, releasing her hot juices, lubricating his thrusting organ further. She tensed her vaginal muscles around him and felt him starting to move in and out. His fingers reached around to grip her buttocks digging in and pulling her onto his hard cock as he started long deep thrusts into her. She felt her breasts wobbling and her whole body shaking as her new boss fucked into her as she'd begged him to. She had by now completely given herself up to her desires and her own wanton behaviour was now taking her to new heights of abandonment and satisfaction. The fact that she felt forced into this situation seemed to absolve her of all responsibility for what she did or said.

'Oh Yessss!, Yesss! Fuck me! Fuck Me! Yesss! Fuck my hot wet cunt with that lovely cock!'

Emma hoped Miss Frobisher could hear and the thought sent her into another minor orgasm.

Mr. Robinson continued ramming his cock into the young woman, the way she had become so sexually hot had been very exciting for him. Despite the fact he had already come into Emma's mouth his erection was as hard as it had ever been and he could feel another orgasm building up inside as his cock became excited by the hot friction of Emma's pussy. He pounded hard and fast into her and was rewarded as he felt another batch of hot semen pumping into the young woman's body. He grunted with satisfaction.

Emma felt Mr. Robinson come inside her, the eruption coinciding with another gushing release, partly as a response to Mr. Robinsons increasing thrusts and partly realising that he had also come. She gasped, moaned and then relaxed, feeling exhausted but completely, though strangely, satisfied.

'Well,' said Mr. Robinson as his cock slipped out of Emma's pussy along with the sticky juice oozing down the inside of her thighs, 'congratulations on a very successful interview. Do you think you can start Monday?'



The Interview



I was driving in my car, the top was down, the wind was blowing, the sun was shining. It was 7:30am so there was still the early morning moisture in the air. The streets were lined with palm trees. Old ladies were watering there lawn. Men and women were taking there morning jogs and walking there dogs. Children were getting ready for school.

I pulled into the parking lot of Davis and Associates. I got out of my car, smoothed out my skirt. Took a look in the mirror. I have to admit, I looked quite stunning. I had on a white, silk, blouse that dipped at the neck to just at my cleavage. I had on over that a black suit jacket, left open. I wore a matching black, short business skirt, black stockings, and black heels. My hair was in a french twist, kept together with chopsticks. I had on small, oval, metal framed glasses. I grabbed my briefcase off the seat and shut the door.

As I opened the door to the office about 5 guys in business suits whirled around and looked at me. I bowed my head with embarrassment. I could feel my face turning red. The bold one of the bunch game over and said, 

"Hi, I'm Matt Johnson, and you are?"

"Hello, Matt, Nice to meet you. I'm Kara, I'm interviewing with Mr. Davis for his assistant position."

"Oh, well I hope you get it, if I know Josh, you will!" "Do you know where his office is?"

"No, could you show me?"

He walked me over to his office. 

"Have a seat, I'll tell him you're here."

I sat down in a small waiting area full of comfy leather seats. In front of me was what looked to be a large office. There were many large windows, covered with blinds. The blinds were partially opened, just enough for me to kinda make out what was in the room.

Matt was talking to who I assumed to be Mr. Davis. He was a tall, young looking man. Darker complexion, cute, built. Very professional looking. Mr. Davis stooped down to peer through the blinds and smiled. Matt gave Mr. Davis a shoulder punch and walked out to greet me. I stood up.

"Mr. Davis will see you now, good luck" He winked and walked away.

I slowly walked into the office. Mr. Davis was sitting behind a desk. He seemed quite tall and intimidating even when he was sitting.

"Come in Ms. Mitchell, sit down"

I walked and sat down across from him, setting my briefcase in my lap.

"So you want to be my assistant?"

"Yes, sir, Mr. Davis, I believe I have many qualifications which might be helpful in being your assistant."

"Can you type?"

"Yes, Sir"

"What makes you think that you are better then all the other applicants?"

"Well, I am very multi talented. I'm good at multitasking. I'm versatile and I have experience." I Stammered.

Mr. Davis walked over to the blinds and closed them all the way, he walked to the door and with his hands behind his backed, obviously locked the door. He walked back over to me.

"Stand up Ms. Mitchell"

I did.

"Ms. Mitchell, In my company we do things a little different. We are all very close here. Sharing is very important. Punishments are not taken lightly, however rewards can be very stimulating. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir"

This wasn't quite what I had in mind, but I was very excited.

He walked over to his desk drawer and pulled something out, he walked back over to me and stood in front of me.

"You've got the job. Your first assignment is to do whatever I tell you to. You are mine to control. This is the way it will be for the remainder of your job here at Davis and associates. Understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Davis"

Mr Davis turned me around away from him. His arms ran down my shoulders and then my arms and back up again. He pulled the picks from my hair and slowly ran his fingers through my hair. He grabbed a fist full and pulled my face to his. He kissed me passionately. He took my glasses off and set them on the desk. He took a tie out of his pocket and tied it around my eyes. I was standing there, knowing I was being looked over. My pussy was dripping, my heart was pounding. He walked behind me and his hands reached around in front, grabbing a breast in each hand, he began massaging my warm flesh in his large hands. Pinching my nipples quite forcefully. He grabbed my jacket and threw it at the floor. He unbuttoned my blouse. He threw me against the wall. He spread my legs with his head and began nudging his way up my skirt. I hadn't had any clean panties this morning so I didn't wear any. He pushed the skirt up over my ass. My fleshy mounds were staring him in the face. He smacked my left cheek as his tongue protruded my moist flesh. My breasts were pressed against the wall as Mr. Davis began ravaging my pussy. He was smacking at my ass and fucking me with his tongue. My clit was burning with passion. God I wish he would fuck me right now, I thought to myself. His tongue kept violating my pussy.

I heard the lock in the door open. I heard footsteps. Mr. Davis was still at my pussy, eating it with passion. I heard a whisper and Mr. Davis stopped. He stood up next to me. He grabbed my arm and walked me over to the center of the room. 

"Get down on your hands and knees he said."

I did. I heard a man kneel in front of me... and Mr. Davis went behind me.

"This is the sharing I was talking about, now be a good girl and suck Mr. Johnson's cock"

He pushed my head down on to Matts cock. His cock went deep down my throat. Matt began guiding my head on his cock. He was definitely controlling the situation. Mr. Davis was still kneeling behind me. Something cold and wet hit my ass... I was still sucking Matt's cock when Mr. Davis shoved his dick hard in my ass. Oooo it was so tight. I was shoving my ass back against Mr. Davis's cock as I eagerly devoured Matt's. I could feel the cum swelling inside me. Mr. Davis was pounding my ass as hard as he could and Matt was shoving his cock deep down my throat.....then all at once... Matt came deep down my throat as Mr. Davis filled my ass with cum. I came moments later. I took my blindfold off and found two handsome businessmen smiling from ear to ear with a look of junior high lust.

"You'll just fine at Davis and Associates." Mr. Davis said.

"There will be many assignment like this to cum" Said Matt.



The Interview



It's a hot, steamy afternoon, I wait alone in the office as everyone else has left for home. I look at my watch wondering where the applicant for the personal assistant position is and wondering if I shouldn't just write her off and go home myself. She arrives, dressed in a short skirt and sleeveless top, I notice straight away that she's not wearing a bra, her breast swaying gently as she walks up the aisle looking for my office. She seems hot and more than a bit flustered as I watch her quietly as she tries to locate the right door. Finally she sees me behind my desk and knocks softly on the door. 

"Come in Ms Moon" I say in my best business type manner. I can't help but notice that she has a certain sensual air about her.

"Call me Laura" she replies, a nervous smile crossing her lips. I look at her intently for a moment and notice a bead of perspiration forming on her cleavage and offer her a cool drink. She accepts and I go to the cooler to get her a glass of cold water. When I return I find her looking around the office at my years of collected paraphernalia. My return startles her and she turns around suddenly, knocking the water over her top. The thin fabric immediately clings seductively to her breasts and her nipples stiffen from either the cold water or excitement. We look at each other briefly before my gaze is drawn back to her now transparent top and the sight of her beautiful breasts. I try to say something but the words get caught in my throat, she just gazes back at me uncertain of what to do but makes no effort to hide her self. Desperate to break the uneasy silence I ask her if she'd like to do the interview another time considering her current predicament. 

"No, it's ok, I'm here now and I'm really desperate for the job" she says, her voice betrays her nervousness but has a sexy air to it.

"I could use a towel or something though" she says, looking straight at me as I try to turn my gaze away from her protruding nipples. I go to find something to dry her off with and return with a handful of paper towels to find her removing her wet blouse.

"I hope you don't mind" she says "but I figure you've already seen them anyway and that blouse was starting to drip". 

"No....not at all" I say nervously staring at her pert breasts, standing proudly before me, nipples erect, reaching out as if begging to be touched. 

"I'll take my shirt off if it makes you feel more comfortable" I say jokingly if somewhat embarrassed. 

"Yes, I'd like that" she says as if daring me to. Somewhat shocked but even more excited by the situation I take my shirt off and we stare at each other across the table. The elevator rings and someone steps out and starts to wander around the floor. Panicked by the sudden intrusion Laura dives under the desk and squeezes up into the confined space between my legs. It turns out to be one of my staff who forgot something, as he walks past my office he notices me sitting there shirtless and asks what's happening. I point hopefully at the blouse drying over the air conditioner and mumble something about clumsy me. It seems to work, he doesn't notice anything odd, but comes in and sits opposite me. 

We chat for a few minutes, all the time I'm conscious of Laura under the desk nervously clutching my leg. Before he leaves he asks if I can sign a petty cash voucher for him. I grab for my pen quickly, dropping it onto the floor under the desk. My mind groans in disbelief as I reach under the table and my hand brushes Laura's breasts, her pert nipples sending electric ity along my body and causing me to develop an erection. I look down quickly and see Laura staring up at me. She glances at my now bulging pants and then stares up again biting her lip. I can see from her face that she is as nervous and yet excited by the situation as I am. The guy leaves and I look back over the room to make sure that the floor is at last empty and slowly rise form my chair to lock the door to the office.

"I think it's all clear" I say somewhat relieved.

"I think I need a drink" Laura counters as she crawls out from under my desk, looking extremely sexy as she emerges. I close the blinds and happy with our privacy I go to the filing cabinet to retrieve a bottle of bourbon from the bottom draw. As I turn around I catch sight of Laura adjusting her stockings and suddenly I want her. The sight of her alluring half naked body, her pretty face and her disarmingly open attitude sends my mind into a spin, I no longer care about the interview. I pour a couple of drinks and hand her one, she glances down at pants and thin smile crosses her lips, she already knows she has the job and anything else she desires. She downs her drink quickly and looks at me seductively. 

"Well?" she asks. 

"Well what?" I reply feebly, somewhat confused. 

"Well, aren't you going to ask me any questions?" she laughs teasingly.

I try to clear my brain, but fail dismally. 

"Are you married?" I ask, wondering why the hell that question came out. 

"Do you care?" She replies as she draws her self close to me. I look into her eyes and before I realise what's happening we are standing with our faces inches apart, her nipples pressed gently against my body and her hand is on my pants gripping my hard cock. I lean forward and kiss her, softly at first, on the lips and feel her tongue gently probe my mouth. Then I kiss her harder, releasing the building desire as our lips crush together and our tongues twist in a passionate embrace. All thoughts of anything but having her here and now have disappeared. I move her backwards, our lips still locked together, until she against the desk. I push everything aside and lift her up onto the desk. Laura spreads her legs around mine causing her skirt to slide up along her silky thighs. 

I kiss her face and neck pausing to slowly bite her soft skin, careful to not leave a mark. Laura lets out a small moan as my kisses reach her breasts. I suck and bite her beautiful breasts leaving rows of small love bites across her supple flesh then slowly trace my tongue around her nipples. I gaz e briefly into her pleading eyes as she cups her breasts and presents her erect, tender nipples to me. I suck hard and slow on Laura's nipples as she thrusts them into my mouth, teasing them with my tongue and squeezing her sensitive flesh between my teeth. Laura moans quietly again and my cock aches to be inside her. I continue to suck and bite her swollen, hard nipples as my hand slowly slides up her smooth thigh pushing her skirt up to her hips. I feel her hands work away at my pants unbuckling, unbuttoning and unzipping, then slowly sliding them from my hips. I allow my pants to drop and kick them aside as she pulls my underpants down, leaving me naked, erect and hungry for her body. I ease Laura back, laying her seductively across my desk, her skirt around her waist, her panties wet with desire and a smile of anticipation on her lips. I unzip her skirt and slide it from her body. I lift one leg and kiss her feet, sucking each toe. I kiss her slowly up along her leg to her thigh. Laura parts her legs as I

kiss and bite her down along the inside of her smooth supple thighs until my mouth reaches her panties. I kiss, her sex once before sucking her juices from the wet fabric. I then slide them from her body and discard them on the floor. I gaze down on the beautiful woman before me and want her so badly it hurts. Laura stares back and whispers

"take me, I'm yours"

I kiss her naked sex probing it slowly with the tip of my tongue. I run my tongue around the sides of her pussy, slowly, deliberately teasing her by sucking the edges. My hands slide across her hips, lightly brushing her tense skin until they reach her wet vagina. I part it slowly and begin to lick her clitoris with short quick strokes of my tongue, then sucking it gently but firmly until her body squirms under my touch. As I feel her desires grow more urgent I increase the tempo, licking and sucking at her swollen clit, occasionally probing her with my tongue, drinking in her sweet sensual juices. Laura thrusts her hips towards me and I respond by burying my mouth in her sex, licking, sucking, eating her soft flesh hungrily. I plunge my tongue deep into her willing body and fuck her with my mouth, the scent of her lust and passion driving me to fill her needs. 

Laura lets out a soft long moan as she holds my head hard against her pussy, then releases me. I stand up and look down at her body, limp and compliant, legs spread, face lost somewhere in ecstasy. I pull her body towards my throbbing hard on and enter her with one thrust. I begin to slide my hard cock in and out of her wet silky vagina, slowly at first. I lean over her and bite her neck and immediately feel her tense under me causing me to thrust harder and quicker. Laura responds and meets my thrusts with her own. Driven by the need to be part of her I fuck her harder, driving my hard cock into her as she clutches at my body and responds.

"Fuck me, fuck me harder" she says, her body arched to meet my thrusts.

I fuck her hard and fast, the smooth velvet like flesh of her vagina driving me mad with desire as I plunge my cock deep inside her. Laura moans and I cum, pumping out my seed inside her, thrusting over and over until every drop is released into her. I kiss her passionately, she responds, her tongue embracing mine. We stay locked together for a while not saying anything until I finally rise from her and look once again on her beautiful body. Laura gets up slowly and smiles. 

"Is this how you conduct all your interview?" She asks cheekily. I smile and look at her face, a wicked grin crosses her lips. 

"This is nothing" I say "Wait until the second interview, that's when things get intense"



The Interview



Jesus Christ. How much more of this man's incessant droning could they expect me to endure? Professor Crotts had only two tones of voice. On and off. 

"Now. I want you to partner up and make one thirty-minute interview, each using the techniques that we've discussed all semester. Please, pick only one interview style each, and remember, this will weigh HEAVILY on your final grades."

Great, a partner project. With my luck, I'd be stuck with the most boring person in the class like that new guy who barely spoke English. 

My eyes fell on the dark-haired girl in the back of the room; Christine was her name. Although she always seemed shy, her intelligence came through when she spoke. I guessed that she would be incredible with the interview project, not to mention being a beautiful woman.

His droning finished, Professor Crotts exited the hall. Assuming that class was over we gathered up our things and began filing out, talking about the project. 

I caught up with Christine at the door and struck up a conversation with her. As we talked, I realized that under that shy exterior she had a great personality. By the time we were outside in the sunshine, we had agreed to do our project together. We would meet later at my place to talk about where and in what style we would do this interview.

Christine showed up at 8:25, exactly 5 minutes early. Punctuality. I like it. She had changed from her normal attire of dress pants and shirt to a more casual look of jeans and a sweatshirt. I was still amazed by her beauty and now enthralled by her ease of manner.

We went into the living room and sat down on the couch, notepads ready to write. 

"Do you enjoy Professor Crotts' lectures?" she asked.

"What do you think?" I replied with a sly grin.

"Do you always answer people's question with another question?"

"Doesn't everyone?"

We broke into a round of schoolgirl giggles and quieted when the awkward silence between us became apparent. 

"Do you feel as awkward as I do?" Christine half whispered to me.

"With the attraction here, how could I not?" 

Her raised eyebrows told me she was only slightly amused by me answering her question with another question....again. I made a snap decision and leaned forward, grasping her face between my hands and kissing her mouth. She whimpered a little, urging me on with only the slightest arch of her back. I licked her top lip, and nibbled on the bottom one. With a deep exhale she sank back against the couch, giving me full access to her body and a green light in my mind. I slipped her sweatshirt over her head to find that she wasn't wearing a bra. Raising my head to look her in the eye, I saw her shrug and blush. Back to the matter at hand, literally, I licked a slow circle around her bellybutton and then blew lightly across it. She bucked her hips slightly, telling me she was ready for more. I unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them over her hips. As I pulled them down her long legs I trailed kisses over her silken skin. 

Stopping at her inner thighs on the way back up, I looked up and asked, "Had you thought of this before coming here tonight?"

"Why do you think I wasn't wearing panties?", she asked with a sly grin. 

"Do you always answer people's question with another question?" 

"Don't you have something better to be doing with your mouth than asking me silly questions?"

She parted her thighs completely and I dipped my head to inhale her sweet scent. Musky with the light scent of baby powder. Tentatively, I touched her clit with the tip of my tongue. She squirmed underneath me and I brought my hands up to rub her breasts while my tongue delved into her sweetness in earnest. Her hands grasped my neck and began to flutter across my face. The little whimpers emanating from her throat urged me to quicken my tongue strokes. Quick circles all around her clit made her grasp my hair and wiggle her hips recklessly under me. 

"I'm... I'm... I... I'm cumming", she intoned breathily. With that, she arched her back, called out my name and sank back onto the couch heavily.

"Christine, Leslie? Excellent interview ladies. This, class, is a perfect example of how to deal with difficult subjects. All too often you get people who do answer all your questions with questions of their own. They are trying to take over the interview. Don't allow it. Show them who's in charge."

Praise from Professor Crotts. I was beaming; Christine was blushing. Well, one of us had to show the other who was in charge, right?



The Interview



The alarm goes off at 6:00 am as you awake to start a new day...

You crawl out of your empty bed to walk toward your window and look out to see the busy Kansas City streets below your 15th story studio apartment. The noises, pollution, hot dog stand smells, and overall city stench is actually quite pleasant to you this morning. Not really sure why, but it seems like today could be a different kind of day. 

You then hear your automatic coffee machine kick on. You like your coffee steaming hot, so you have it set to be finished about the time you are up and actually moving around and not dead to the world so you can enjoy the one exciting thing in your tedious day. You see your blue skirt suit hanging on the back of the bathroom door as you enter to get your daily self pampering bubble bath before your stroll into big city life. You start the water and add the peach scented oils and moisturizers, and beads that seam to dissolve almost instantly. You lay there in the tub imagining what is missing in your life as you think about that one true love that had slipped away many years ago. Wondering how much you have yearned for that feeling of need, compassion, devotion, pleasure, since you have been left alone. Then you stop to think, I have the only person in my life that matters, me... After 36 years, you finally found the right combination that completely sends you to oblivion when you bathe and keeps you refreshed the entire day. 

Today is completely different than any other day... why? Because you have been given this new career opportunity that is just too good to pass up. Today is the big interview. You have to be downtown at 8:30 am, so you decide to take a horse and buggy, just because you have plenty of time. You thought it would be a nice change of pace and a way to relax to clear your head of all nervousness before the "big meeting".

Reading the directions and address given to you through a conference call in your home office only hours before, you hand them to the driver and sit back to enjoy the ride. You watch the people walk by in a hustle bustle to get to some place that doesn't matter. The cars push impatiently through the overcrowded streets, and the drug dealers turning their next trick, but yet the city life today seems so distant and serene. It is unexplainable, but something about the way you feel says that this Monday is going to be different...

After stopping at the bakery to get a fresh pastry, you continue your journey toward the first step into your new life. You arrive 3 blocks later in front of this high rise glass building, which sits on the corner of what seems to be the busiest intersection in the city. You tip the gentleman handsomely for his stop at the bakery and the surprisingly smooth ride through the chaos around you. Immediately in front of you, stands this towering structure which seems like something from the movies. Reflecting the sun as if it were a giant prism designed to cast a bright rainbow of light onto a dismal city. You take a deep breath and enter through the revolving doors to the marble floor lobby full of jackets, ties, and pantsuits, and more stress than the New York Stock Exchange. 

Your new instructions tell you to go to the 68th floor to the Human Resources Department of Menchey Industries Inc. to speak with a Mr. Jason Whitley. You have always been slightly afraid of heights but today, you feel like you can conquer anything that your heart desires. 

The elevator doors open and you timidly step onto the landing trying not to think about not being able to get off until you are 1000 feet above solid earth. This probably won't be the worst challenge for you today. "Concentrate on the interview", you tell yourself. The elevator begins its ascent and you look around you to find one man reading his Wall Street Journal, a well-dressed woman tapping her right foot to the music playing from small speakers in the corner of the lift. Then you turn to look out the front of the elevator and realize the only thing is preventing you from falling to the busy street is two panes of glass...

Then you think about how wonderful your day has been so far and watch all of the people, automobiles, and commotion below you and begin to get the erotic thoughts in your head as a gorgeous, well-built man enters the elevator at the 43rd floor. He immediately caught your eye. He stood about 5'8", strong facial features, with a slight 5 o'clock shadow. He was wearing a pair of snug blue jeans with a tool belt slung over his shoulder, and a tight white tee stained from whatever work he was doing just before. Sweat is so slightly rolling down his forehead. As he looks your way. Your eyes meet just briefly. Enough to manage a smile from your mysterious guest. You blush and continue your trip as you pass the 56th floor. The impure thoughts are now intensified as you wonder what it would be like to have someone like this handsome man make you feel like a real woman again... Not even caring when or where, you think of being on this elevator alone with him, but knowing that if all of the people from outside world would just stop with their lives for a moment then you would have one million eyes upon you. This thought intrigues you, as you reach the 68th floor and have to come back to reality to get to the meeting.

As you exit the elevator, you exchange glances once more, as if you have met somewhere before and you will meet again...

You walk down the hallway, which is lined with certificates, copies of certificates for business of the year, Employee of the month plaques, corporate policy letters, and mission statements. Reading each one briefly as you try to soak in as much background about the company as possible. The entire time thinking about that beautiful specimen in the elevator which you continuously fantasize about. You get to the end of the hallway and speak with the receptionist. She tells you to wait in the chair over in the corner.

The receptionist is sitting behind her desk, but it is one of those desks that don't have a front so you can see under the desk. You happen to notice that the receptionist is sitting with her legs uncrossed and she is wearing these red silk panties... For some reason this turns you on so much that you can hardly stand it. If it were any other day it would have repulsed you, but you looked at her nice shapely legs, and firm calf muscles, and your eyes follow her legs up to the inner thigh to examine her honey pot...

Her eyes, her hair, her lips... she makes eye contact with you and then realizes that you had been checking her out and gives you an intriguing smile, then continues her work, glancing up at you every so often. Something about the day and the smell in the air hints at sexual fantasies and erotic tendencies. You continuously find yourself trapped in thought about that man in the elevator and the women busily working at her desk. You get called in to begin your meeting with Mr. Whitley...

Before you know it, the meeting is over and all you remember is that he said that he would be contacting you with their decision. Your body was present, but your mind was lost in thought, as you hope that you said all the right things, and conducted your self as a professional even though your insides were screaming to act out devilish desires. On your way out, you exchange glances with the receptionist one more time as you thank her for her time and begin to go out of the door. Just as you get to the door, the receptionist calls out your name to get your attention. You turn and go back to her at the desk for a moment. When you reach her desk, she hands you a piece of paper and she gives you a smile. 

It reads...

Meet me at the 85th floor elevators at 12:30 SHARP! 

Buffy

You begin to thing that today is just way too weird. Not sure whether to go or not, you sit in the lobby with a cup of coffee and look at the clock. It is 12:05pm. You could walk out now and not think twice. It is way too coincidental for you to get these looks twice within an hour of each other from two completely different people. You ask yourself if someone accidentally slipped pheromones into your perfume. Chuckling under your breath. Then you start to think that what if the two incidents were related. Improbability... 

It is now 12:20 and your mind is racing... You have never been with a woman before, but the thought has crossed your mind before. Sounds kind of exciting actually. You decide what can it hurt, as you throw your styrofoam coffee cup in the trashcan beside the machine and head toward the hallway where the inner elevators lead to the upper floors. You get in and ride up to the 85th floor and arrive there 3 minutes early. Contemplating going back down. This feeling is completely wrong. Just as you turn around, who is standing there face to face with you but Buffy AND the chiseled man from the glass elevator. She introduces her friend as being Josh, and thanks you for showing up, as she takes you by the hand and leads you to a blanket in the hallway between the inner and glass elevators. This floor, as Buffy explains to you, is a closed off floor because they don't need the space anymore until the new department comes in, so you will not be bothered. 

At this point you realize that this is definitely a setup. Since the man in the elevator saw you fidgeting from the excitement of your sensual thoughts of an elevator experience, he had gone up during your interview and talked to his mistress and set this whole thing up... They revealed their plot to seduce you. You smirk and then agree to their requests when they tell you to lie down on the blanket. You are lying on the blanket wondering what you have gotten into as the two of them begin to kiss and touch each other. They keep looking at you, as she asks if you like what you see. You reply with an anxious nod, but she says that you must watch and wait. She runs her hands up and down his rippling chest muscles, sensually kissing the nape of his exposed neck, as you feel the temperature rising deep in your loin. You begin to touch yourself when she removes his shirt and exposes his perfectly shaped muscular body. Six pack abdominal muscles, firm rounded chest, and gentle, hard, curves of hie lower back... They have you so hot, and you want the both of them right now. She then kisses all the way his chest to his stomach, reaching with one hand to unbutton his fly as she allows him to suck on the forefinger of the other hand. 

At this point you can hardly stand the thought of having to watch these two please each other. She get his pants off and he is wearing a pair of tight boxer briefs showing off his chiseled buttocks and huge growth of manhood bulging as a boa constrictor waiting to pounce on his next prey. You watch with much anticipation as he slowly undresses her and kisses all over her body. He begins at her neck, then along her firm sweet breast line, then along her side down to her hips. He removes her jacket to reveal a pair of the most beautiful breasts you have ever seen. She is wearing a black lace half cup bra covering just enough to make you wanting more. He then turns her around to face away from him as he slowly unzips her skirt to pull it down to the floor. As he slides the skirt off his hands slide down along the outsides of her thighs, and she bends over to allow you to see her perfectly round ass wearing a high cut thong which accents her tan and compliments her bra perfectly...You almost cum right now.

She is such a beautiful specimen lying there vulnerable, as he tastes her through her panties, which are soaked from her juices. He runs his hands up and down her body, ever so gently to make her shiver with delight as he caresses her honey pot with his pierced tongue and overflowing passion. She watches you masturbate as he pleasures her the way no one else ever before him. As she climaxes you do too. You look into each other's eyes as you reach that point of complete and utter ecstasy, moaning, panting, pushing, pulling, felling a rush of blood, rise in body temperatures if you were walking into a heat wave from an air-conditioned room.

After you and Buffy climax at the same time, she cums over to you and begins kissing on your face and neck. She opens your jacket and blouse to suck on your pink, erect nipples as he watches his woman seduce you beyond all means. She kisses all over your body, removing your clothing one by one...

Touching like no other woman has before, and you love it. You are about to climax again and she stops and takes you by the hand over to Josh where he is awaiting the two of you to tantalize him. You girls begin to suck and lick every inch of his concrete formed body, teasing him bringing him to the moment of climax then stopping to let him cool off for a minute, then start all over again... You take turns going down on him, kiss each other, taste each other while the other of you rides him. You switch and now you are lying down and he puts his huge hard manhood deep inside of you and she mounts your face so that you can taste how aroused she is. You are having the best day of your life right now and don't want it to end...

This continues for a little while longer, and then she climbs off of you after you bring her to climax. Takes your hand, kisses you on the cheek and walks away without saying a word. With a look of mystery on your face, Josh sees your concern and takes you by the hand. What he says next blows your mind... He leans over to you and whispers " We know and can feel other people's fantasies". As my mind races, he continues. "I know what you want, and I am the one that is going to fulfill that fantasy for you, if you will just follow me." 

At this point, you are really curious. How does he know exactly what your fantasies are? Maybe that is why the sex is so good earlier. He knew exactly what I wanted. None of us even said a word but made love like we knew exactly what to do. He leads you to the elevators again, stops and turns to you as if to say, "you doubt me now". Pushes the down button and the doors open. What you see to your amazement is the glass walls, the open sunlit horizon of office buildings and street after street of people, taxis, and moving trucks. You take the one step forward into the elevator still nude from the marathon sexfest you experienced earlier with this "god's gift to women" and his mate. Still wanting more to your demise. 

The view is breathtaking, to say the least. You walk up to the window and look down, despite the fact that you are afraid of heights, he makes you feel safe as he follows you into the elevator and the doors close behind you. He comes up behind you and feel his manhood pressed against the small of your back. His hands wander around the front of you and fondle your breasts. He kisses your neck so passionately as he inserts his glory inside of you. You feel every hard inch penetrate the depths of your womb, and you love every bit of it. You are resting your hands against the glass as the elevator descends toward the city again. Your anxiety grows as the busy street gets closer and closer. The pleasure grows as does your fear of someone seeing you. The pleasure is insurmountable, so the threat is nullified. You don't care who sees you, because today is the best day of your life...

You approach the bottom of the building and you watch the street. There is only a few curious individuals even notice, for the rest of the world is wandering around lost in their stress. These people that see you glance once or twice then go on with the rest of their lives. You are feeling Josh's pulsing muscle so deep it feels like it is piercing through your entire body all the way up to your stomach. The pleasure is amazing. No one has ever made you feel more like a woman than this man and his lover. The elevator climbs automatically, Buffy disappeared earlier only to appear outside the elevator doors in the lobby. This is the nineties, so we still have to worry about other outside problems. Buffy eliminated those for us by basically standing guard, and operating the lift. As we climb, the feeling begins to be overwhelming. He is pumping you harder, and harder. Just when you thought it couldn't be any deeper or better, he thrusts so deep inside of you, you shutter out a scream that makes him thrust that much faster. As you near the top, you both are on the verge of climax at the same time... you are reaching behind you with one hand digging your claws into his firm ass. Which causes his to let out a grunt of pleasure. You both explode just as the doors open and Buffy is standing there watching you both climax at the same time. With a pleased look on her face, Buffy masturbates to the sight of another woman getting her man off. As you finish, you both get out of the elevator and kiss goodbye as they hand you your clothes. By the time you get your clothes on and look up, the two of them are gone. 

You received the call on Friday to start work today. It is now Monday, and you are walking in for your fist day of work. Ever since that mysteriously weird, enjoyable day two weeks ago, you have not been able to get Josh and Buffy out of your mind. You hope to see her when you get to the office, and thank her for the experience, since you didn't get to that day. No sign of Buffy, or the man that taught you meaning of true pleasure.

You have not seen them, nor has anyone ever even acknowledged that they worked here. Ever. As far as you are concerned, there is no proof or evidence leading to the fact that this event ever took place. Only your mind, which still cannot convince itself whether or not it was a reality.



The Interview



Anjali is a young 18-year-old girl, having a strong passion for being an Actress. So when she saw the ad for a new actress in the newspaper, she rushed to the interview. She found out the address after a lot of efforts. She saw many girls there. Her serial was at the end. She just sat there and watched girls enter the room and leave. When she had lost all her confidence, her turn came. She entered the room and found the famous Actress Dimple there.

She was thrilled to see her dream Actress infront of her. She was always a fan of her. From childhood, she watched her movies and wondered how beautiful and HOT she was! And today she was infront of her!

"What's your name?" asked Dimple.

"An. Anjali," Anjali's voice shivered.

"Don't be afraid. Sit down," Dimple said smiling.

"So, You want to be an actress?, Dimple asked.

"Ah! What?... oh. yes," Anjali was still hesitating.

"C'mon.. if you will be so much afraid, how will you be able to come infront of the camera?" Dimple said, still smiling.

"Sorry. Ma'am. I cant do it. I must go," Anjali tried to leave her seat.

That was time, Dimple rose from her seat and came and sat beside Anjali. Dimple was wearing a tight T-shirt and a tight pant. She didn't look old at all. She was not less beautiful than a very young girl. Her big breasts were standing proud on her slim figure. Anjali felt shy at the beauty of this aged celebrity. Anjali was wearing a loose shirt and a pant.

"You should be smart," Dimple said slowly while hugging Anjali slowly.

Anjali just smiled, embarrassed a little.

Soon Dimple started to touch her private parts.

Anjali was getting hot and hot, but was not sure if what she was thinking was correct or not.

Dimple began stroking her fingers down Anjali's side, back again over her ribs, across her breast and down again. Anjali groaned silently, hoping that Dimple wouldn't notice her tension or arousal. But Dimple's hand continued teasing her body, and every few minutes her fingers would trail across one hardened nipple, driving Anjali mad with the electric jolt of arousal that shot straight into the growing warmth in her loins each time she did it. Finally Anjali caught Dimple's hand with her own.

Soon Dimple's teasing fingers had started unbuttoning Anjali's shirt, and she was sitting, just looking at Dimple, all the while grinning in obvious pleasure. Soon Dimple was stroking tight little circles around her nipples, causing them to crinkle down into hard peaks, which Dimple's fingers rubbed and tweaked and pulled. Anjali pulled her down to me, meeting her lips with Dimple's, and kissing her like drinking honey; sweet, intoxicating. Dimple took Anjali to the bed and pressed her back against the bed. Anjali felt indescribably sensual. Having Dimple make love to her this way made Anjali feel wonderful and she loved the feeling.

Dimple undressed Anjali, making her lift her hips so that she could slide her panties down over her ass, then leaned down and kissed Anjali, pulling her up with her into a soft embrace as she slid the shirt back off her shoulders. The velvet softness of her breasts against Anjali's was unabashedly sensuous. Anjali's arms were around her now, stroking her back and sides while their lips stayed locked together, their tongues battling silently in their own satin caress. Before Anjali could try and tease her out of her clothes, she pushed Anjali's back again against the pillows, and kissed her softly on the lips and cheek, nibbled at her earlobe a moment, then outlined the ear with her hot, wet tongue. Anjali moaned again, as her hands continued doing wicked and wonderful things to Anjali's nipples and her tongue traced intricate patterns along the soft skin of Anjali's throat, dwelt a moment in the hollow between her collar bones. Soon her lips fastened on one hard nipple, though the other was not neglected either, being rolled between her long, strong fingers. Dimple's tongue, which had seemed so soft against Anjali's while they were kising, now became a hard, demanding instrument, flickering in fast circles around the nipple, tracing the areola, her lips nibbling the hard peak, sucking gently then firmly. Anjali's world narrowed under this treatment, focusing only on the sensations from her nipples and the answering twinges between her legs. Anjali felt helpless, empowered, exalted, abashed, wanton, shy...

Anjali's breath was coming in hash, ragged gasps, and Anjali could hear herself moaning as she neared orgasm solely from the wonderfully wicked things Dimple was doing to her breasts. Dimple was well aware of her condition, though, and suddenly the air was cold on Anjali's wet nipples, and Dimple's warm lips were seeking their way down the arch of her ribs, across her sides, then planted a kiss above the triangle of Venus. She wordlessly encouraged Anjali to pull her knees up, as she stationed herself between Anjali's legs. A shock of pleasure rocked Anjali's body as Dimple's lips softly touched her clitoris in a gentle kiss. Dimple bent her head, just teasing with the tip of her tongue, dipping first deep into Anjali's well, then running it up along the slit, meeting her clitoris again. Now she pressed her lips tightly against Anjali, the pressure of her kiss holding the hood of Anjali's clitoris back, exposing the sensitive head to the searching, flickering dance of her skilled tongue. Anjali could feel her back arching. "Let me..," Dimple whispered, pausing from the alchemy she was working to look up and twine her fingers with Anjali's, holding her hands tightly above her pubis in her own strong grasp, before bending her head back to Anjali's center.

Dimple's strong grasp had Anjali's hands pinioned, her arms encircling Anjali's hips and holding her down against the bed, while she licked and sucked and stroked and flickered... The orgasms started very quietly, slow gentle waves of pleasure rolling through Anjali, until Dimple let go of one hand and suddenly plunged her fingers into her pussy, causing her to gasp, to buck, to cry out as the real orgasm hit Anjali like a tidal wave. Anjali screamed with the release, barely hearing the noise over the pounding of her pulse in her ears, and her vision started to tunnel down, greyness blacking out the edges of her vision. Anjali closed her eyes and lost herself in the experience. The orgasm kept hitting, stronger and stronger and each moment Anjali was amazed as the strength of it increased. Her legs were trembling, she could feel her hips moving involuntarily, restrained from out-and-out bucking by the grasp of Dimple's arm around her.

Then Dimple took her fingers out of Anjali's pulsing cunt, just for a moment, before sinking her thumb back into Anjali... but now her wet, slippery fingers were teasing Anjali's asshole, playing with the tight rosebud there, until she slipped first one, then two digits inside. Anjali had never felt anything like the sensations that shot through her now. Dimple was lashing Anjali's clit with her experienced tongue, her thumb and fingers were pumping in and out of Anjali, simultaneously piercing both ass and cunt, and Anjali continued to come, continued to scream, She couldn't take anymore. She couldn't sustain this level of stimulation... "oh my god! I can't take it, oh no, no, oh god!," Anjali was screaming.

Dimple was now kissing and softly licking Anjali's clit, no longer directly on the exposed head, her fingers inside Anjali still, but motionless. Anjali could feel her muscles clench upon Dimple's fingers as occasionally small waves of pleasure would ripple through her, aftershocks after earthquake, the tide behind the tsunami.

Dimple slowly pulled herself up and lay on top Anjali's body, her long legs twining with Anjali's. Anjali kissed her, putting all her heart and soul into it, the taste of her own juices reminding her of the amazing feelings that she had just experienced, and causing weak aftershocks of orgasm. Dimple shifted so that one of her legs was between anjali's, applying firm pressure against her clit. Anjali couldn't keep her hips still, even though she was still trembling with the exhaustion of the tremendous series of orgasms that she had just had. Each slow thrust of Dimple's hip against her cunt evoked an answering orgasm, and this continued for several minutes as they kissed long and passionately. Anjali couldn't believe, even now, that this wonderful, lovely celebrity was making love to her.

Anjali's hands were wandering up underneath the T-shirt Dimple had on, stroking along her sides, running softly down her back. She hugged her fiercely. As Dimple returned her hug with equal strength, With a gentle motion, Anjali urged her onto her back beside Anjali and started kissing at her navel and worked her way slowly up her ribs. A little sly and playful nibble there proved that she, too was ticklish. Anjali's lips continued their peregrination upwards, finally finding the warm, soft swelling of her breast. Anjali tugged Dimple's shirt up over her breasts, and Dimple helped her pull it off over her head. The creamy white skin, the pale pink of her nipples stood out against her creamy skin. Anjali just sat, propped up on one elbow, and looked for a moment, enjoying the perfect curve of the breast, watching her hardened nipples and was wondering how she maintained such a sexy figure even in this age. Even today, young boys get painful hard ons just looking at her sexy face and slim well maintained body.

Anjali couldn't wait very long however, before lowering her lips to suck one hardened nipple into her mouth, sucking, nibbling, running her tongue in slow circles around the hard peak, flickering across the nipple. Her left hand strayed over to Dimple's other breast, and stroked the underside of its soft swelling curve, thumb teasing the hardened pink nipple. Dimple had one arm around Anjali's shoulders, stroking her hair with the other, pressing her head to her own breasts to indicate that Anjali should suck harder. As Anjali complied, she gasped quietly, then let out a low moan as Anjali's left hand found its way to her panties, and began investigating the path within. Anjali slid her hand inside the thin cloth, and slipped first one side and then the other down past her hips, exposing Dimple's loins to her questing fingers. Dimple's hand had left her hair, and she was trying without much success to free herself of the minimal confinement of her panties. Regretfully, Anjali left the nipple that she had been suckling, sitting up to help Dimple finish removing them.

"My god! You are gorgeous!," she let out a cry. The curly pubic hair was gleaming, droplets of moisture catching little sparks of light, like diamonds glittering in a net of spun gold. A shiver took Anjali then as she looked at her, her own arousal mounting high again. Kneeling between her legs, Anjali kissed softly from her instep to her ankle, up her leg, meeting the soft flesh of her inner thigh with her lips, evoking answering shivers from her. Anjali was teasing, delaying the final homage of her lips while reeling in the heady scent of Dimple like a bee in an orchard. Finally her kisses found their way to their destination. Anjali spread Dimple's folds to expose her wetness, and very slowly lowered her lips to suckle the nectar at the center of her flower.

Dimple let loose a deep contralto moan, one that seemed to reverberate in Anjali's very bones with its heavy load of sensuous arousal as Anjali ran her tongue tip from her opening to the small protrusion of her hooded clit. Anjali sank against her, kissing her open-mouthed, exactly the same sort of kiss that Anjali would have delivered mouth-to-mouth, her tongue twining about and teasing Dimple's clitoris with feather-light stokes. Anjali could feel the trembling tension in her long legs which she had wrapped around Anjali. Dimple's hands stroked her hair, gradually stilling, then suddenly seizing her firmly to guide her tongue all the better. Dimple urged her on, the pressure of her hands encouraging Anjali to flicker her tongue more firmly and quickly across her swollen clit. Anjali could feel the goosebumps rising down her spine as her own arousal edged up a notch with hers. Dimple was starting to gasp and make little mewling sounds now, and Anjali kept well in rhythm with Dimple's cries as she lashed her clit with her tongue.

Anjali removed her fingers from Dimple's cunt, causing a wordless cry of dismay from Dimple, but immediately set her other hand to the task of stroking Dimple's pussy. Meanwhile, the fingers of Anjali's right hand were now thoroughly wet, and taking a leaf from this beautiful celebrity's own book, Anjali began to tease Dimple's asshole with her slippery fingers, finally sliding a wet finger deep inside the tight opening. Now she began bucking Dimple's hips wildly, driving her cunt against her own mouth, Dimple's hands tight in her hair, thrusting hard to impale herself upon the fingers which pierced her front and back. Anjali had all she could do to keep licking Dimple's hot cunt, fucking her ass and pussy with both hands, and remember to occasionally breathe as well. Anjali couldn't control her own aroused reaction, and she was driving her own hips into the mattress in time with her thrusts as well.

Suddenly, Dimple let loose with a banshee cry, stiffening a moment and holding Anjali's head tightly against her. Anjali never let up on her engorged clit, licking and flicking her tongue over it as fast as she could. The trembling of dimple's legs was like a tightly strung bowstring, quivering with tension, and Anjali was amazed to feel the rhythmic contractions of her orgasms quite clearly via the finger in her ass and the wonder and sense of power pushed Anjali over the edge into an orgasm of her own.

Anjali continued to lick Dimple's clit until Dimple could unknot her fingers from Ajali's hair, and pull her up to lay above Dimple, holding her as Dimple shook with reaction. Dimple said nothing yet, just kissed Anjali's neck softly where she had buried her face in the angle of Anjali's shoulder. Anjali clung to her as well, thinking that she had certainly died and gone to heaven.



The Interview



I walk into the office with my resume in one hand, the other clutches my leather briefcase. I am wearing a black suit jacket, mid-thigh length black skirt and white lace blouse. My chest is feeling the strain of all this confining material, longing to spring free, but I endure it for now. My legs are clad in black stockings and four inch high black leather shoes with straps that wrap seductively around my slim ankles. 

I approach an employee and ask for the supervisor. "No, I don’t have an appointment." I see a look of dismay on his dour face, but he knocks on a nearby door and announces to the person within an applicant is here. "Should I tell her to come back after lunch?" I hear him murmur and immediately I step into the doorway flashing my most alluring smile. I see your face freeze as you take in my form. I run the tip of my tongue over my wine colored lips and in a sultry voice with eyelashes batting I say "I do apologize, I didn’t realize it was your lunch hour." Licking my lips again thrusting my chest out a bit " I will come back, if you wish, I feel that I have much to offer you in the way of my unique talents." Smiling and tossing my head back, my auburn locks catch the light gleaming like polished copper. You tell your employee to go to lunch, you will interview me after all.

He closes the door, as I gracefully approach your desk, extending my resume. You look over my impressive qualifications and ask me all the pertinent questions that are expected in an interview. I cross my legs slowly, allowing them to part just enough to promise a peek of what lies beneath the crisply ironed skirt. The front slit comes close to revealing what you long to see, but I rest my hands, right across the front blocking your view.. "Please forgive the casual nature of this request,, but may I remove my jacket? It is a bit warm in here." Fanning myself with my hand, you take notice of my long wine colored nails, sharp and perfectly manicured, the color matching my full pouting lips. You rise and I see immediately that you have at least a semi hard on. I give a little smile as you walk around behind me and say "May I?"

"Thank you, yes." I reply as I unbutton the single button and allow you to slide the jacket off of my shoulders, feeling your strong fingers lingering just a moment longer than needed. 

You walk over to a to a coat stand and hang my jacket with the greatest of care. You turn your back just a bit probably thinking I wont see you inhale my perfume from the fabric then remove and hang your own jacket. I smile and stand, giving a quick look down, I see my hard nipples very prominently through the thin, white blouse. I walk slowly over to a nearby round conference table. My finger slide along the edge of the polished top as I approach you. You turn and gulp as I smile and sit on the edge, legs spreading slightly. You walk closer, and I lift my leg enough to cause my skirt to rise and reveal my lace top thigh high stockings.. I see your eyes take it the site in mock discretion, then your eyes travel up to my elegant lace front shirt, hugging my breasts like a second skin. I know you see the delicate push up bra that barely contains them, and the dark nubs straining against the silk within the confines of the bra.

You come closer and I slide back onto the table, pulling you to me. You lean forward and inhale my skin, your nervous fingers trace the lace across my blouse. I kiss your chin, then nip it gently. Without further encouragement, you slide your steely fingers up my thighs, pushing the skirt up to my hips. Your fingers travel back down caressing the soft skin beneath my stockings, then back up, gently parting my thighs I breath deep, trembling from your touch, my womanhood aching to feel your touch. You push the skirt up higher, revealing my black lace thong panties, immediately you can smell my delightful scent, your mouth waters, fingers shake as you push your face between my silken thighs. I spread my legs apart, eager for your hungry mouth to taste me. My panties are wet, soaked, and I hear you groan as you lick and suck them, pressing your tongue against my panty clad crotch. I moan deep in my throat, arching my back, I slowly lay back onto the smoothly polished table. You bury your face deeper, sucking me harder, then I feel your teeth gently tug my panties, pulling them down.

I quickly lay my hand across my wet quivering mound. "You didn’t say please...." I whisper with a smile. "Please, please, let me taste all of you, I will do anything for you, let me worship your sweet pussy." Your eyes plead, I smile and lay back, removing my hand. You pull the panties down, slowly at first, then excitement takes over, you push them to my knees, then trail your tongue around my pink lips. I feel you gently tease your tongue tip into my throbbing slit, then plunge it deep, probing my clit. I gasp and raise up, shaking, your hands gently guide me back, stroking my nipple through the blouse. Squeezing my ample breasts, probing your hot tongue deep into my hot hole. I gasp again and thrust my hips up, "AAHH...!" my lips tremble and go dry. I lick them and bite my bottom lip as you thrust two fingers gently into my dripping love hole and suck in my hard clit. I cry out again, arching my back as the sweet sensations take over my body. You lavish my hot, smooth shaven mound with your tongue. Sucking my clit and running your tongue up and down my gash, I tremble and grind my hips up to feel your tongue go deeper. "YES! Ah....!" 

Biting my lip, I ride your face, griping your head between my velvet thighs. I hear you moan and press deeper sucking my juices from their sweet source. I cry out and buck my hips, your tongue darts across my puckered ass hole driving me into a blinding madness. I feel you slowly drill your tongue into that forbidden place, then thrust hard and deep, I nearly scream from the pleasure, holding back as I remember where we are. You thrust a finger into my ass, replacing your tongue that now seeks my clit again. I see fireworks as you rake your teeth across my sensitive bud then bite down. I throw my hand over my mouth and bite to contain the cry of pleasure that has caught in my throat. I buck wildly, filling your ravenous mouth with my sweet honey. I ride the passionate wave of continuous orgasms while you lick and suck my swollen honey pot dry.

I lay back on the table completely spent, you smile with eyes twinkling and lean down to give me a sweet, gentle kiss that turns ardent and demanding as you press your cum filled mouth hard against mine, thrusting your tongue into my mouth deep, depositing my sweet nectar into my willing mouth. We kiss deeply, our tongue exploring, entwining. We are both shaking when we pull apart, gasping for our breath. We laugh, and sit silent a few moments. You slowly trail your finger tips across my blouse, rubbing my aching nipples slowly, torturing me every bit of the way. "Do I have the job?" You smile and say "Of course, consider this on the job training" We both laugh as I stroke your hardness through your pants, you kiss my hand then tell me to give you a moment. You beep one of your employees and tell them to pass the word, they can have the rest of the day off. 

You walk over with a wicked grin " Shall we continue the remainder of your training?" I nod and motion to my case." Of course, but I will need the tools of my trade." Understanding crosses your face as you quickly stride across the room to bring me my brief case filled with my " accessories. " I take the case from you and open it wide enough to reveal it's contents. Your mouth opens and shuts, then you bow before me. " I believe it is time for you to receive YOUR training" I say with a new authority in my tone of voice. Your eyes sparkle with anticipation as you drop to your knees, head bowed and reply "Yes Mistress."



The Interview



It had been three weeks since I had lost my job and I was getting desperate.  I applied for just about everything but nothing was coming out of it.  Then I got a call from one of the firms I had applied to.  The man on the phone asked me to come in for an interview.  We set up a convenient time and I arrived, nervous but confident.

The receptionist had me sit down and fill out some paper work as I waited.  I had just finished when a man came out of an office and came over, introducing himself.  We shook hands and he led me to his office.  I sat down and we started to talk.  I noticed the door was open but I didn’t think too much about it, as we were far enough away from the receptionist that she couldn’t hear us.  We talked for about a half-hour and then the interview was over.

As I was leaving, the man asked me if I would like to meet him later that day and meet some of his workers.  I readily agreed and went home, wondering what the evening would bring.  I needed the job and I was ready to do anything to get it.  Little did I know what that would entail.

I pulled up to a large home in the hills and rang the doorbell.   The man who I had met earlier that day answered the door and ushered me into his home.  I was led down into a large room, filled with plaques and other memorabilia.  There were three men sitting talking as I entered the room.  They all stopped and turned to look at me as I awkwardly entered and was introduced to them.  I was then offered a drink and told to sit down and make myself comfortable.

After talking for a few minutes, one the men asked me about my sex life.  The question completely caught me off guard and I hesitated in answering him.

“How’s your sex life, the man asked.

My face must have turned red because I stammered an ok and the men all laughed.

“This is part of your interview,” one of the other men said.

“Ok,” I stammered, “but what does this have to do with the job?”

“We’re a family here and we share all our lives and experiences with each other,’ the man continued.  “We have a weekly meeting here and go over the week to see what happening and where we are going.”

I was beginning to wonder what kind of company this was and after being offered another drink, I found out.

The man, who fixed my drink, asked to come over and sit beside him.  I thought that was kind of weird but I did as I was asked.  I sat down on the couch and put my drink on the table beside me.

“Have you ever had sex with a man?” asked the man beside me.  

I looked at him and then the others and noticed they all had bulges in their pants.  I didn’t know what to do or say as I looked at the four men.

“Well, have you?” asked the man again.

“No, I haven’t,” I stammered.

“Since we are all family here, we always share each other too,” he said.

Now I was getting a little scared about where this interview was going.

“We’ll offer you a very good salary and good benefits but you have to fit into our family and share yourself with us,” he continued.  “We have these meeting once a week not only because of business but we include a little pleasure in them, too,” he said.  “If you want to be part of this firm, you’ll have to come to these meetings and participate.”

Now I was really nervous about this situation.

“I don’t know if I can do that,” I said.  “I’ve never had sex with a man and have never had any inclination to have sex with a man either.”

“Well, it’s up to you what you want to do but the job is yours if you want.”
He quickly outlined the job proposal and then stopped and looked at me.  I knew he was waiting for an answer and as I looked around at the other men, I noticed their bulges were a little bigger and they were all looking at me expectantly.

I felt trapped because I needed the job really badly and what they were offering was beyond what I expected but the sex part was a bit overwhelming.  

“Maybe this will help you make up your mind,’ the man beside me said, as he reached across and rubbed his hand against my cock.  I jumped when I felt his hand but I didn’t pull away.  My cock twitched and started to rise.

“It looks like and feels like you want the job,” the man said, laughing.

I grinned warily, “This will be my first time so I hope you’ll take it easy on me,” I said.

“Of course we will,” the man said as he began fumbling with my zipper.  He slowly unzipped my pants and reached inside to grab my stiffening cock.  As he did, I looked around the room and the other men were in various stages of undressing.  I looked at their cocks as they undressed and all of them were large and hard.  As the man beside me got my pants undone and opened them up to get to my cock, I watched the other three start to make love to each other.  

I watched the three of them as one man got on his knees in front of another and completely engulfed his long cock in his mouth.  The third man moved around behind the man on his knees and started licking his ass hole.  Suddenly, I was brought back to the man beside me as he finally got my cock out of my shorts and wrapped his hand around it.  His hand was warm and he started to rub up and down my length, softly talking to me as he did.

“Does that feel good?” he asked. 

“Oh yeah,” was all I could say.

He pumped my cock for a few minutes and then leaned down to take it in his mouth.  I watched my hard cock disappear into his mouth and felt his tongue swirling around my head and licking along my length.  It felt so good that I moved down on the couch and spread my legs, giving him more of my cock as he pumped his mouth up and down it.  This guy was good at sucking cock and had me ready to explode in his mouth soon after.  He must have known it too as he lifted his head off my cock and looked at me.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” he asked.

“It feels good, I stammered, wanting him to bring me off.

“You’ll going to have to wait to come,” he said as he stood up and took his clothes off.  “First, I want to feel your mouth around my cock.”

He stepped towards me and aimed his hard cock at my mouth.  I looked at his hard cock and had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I didn’t know if I could suck him and I hesitated.

“Its ok, you’ll like it,” he said.  “It’s like sucking on a lollipop.”

I looked up at him and he must have seen the panic in my eyes.  

“If you don’t want to that’s ok but to get the job, you’ll have to,” he said, grinning at me.

I was trapped.  I needed the job badly but I wasn’t sure about the benefits.  He leaned forward and I felt his hand on the back of my head, pulling towards him.  I felt his cock against my closed lips, pushing to enter my mouth.  I resisted as long as I could until he forced my mouth open and shoved his cock inside it.

“There, that isn’t so bad is it?” he said as he shoved his whole length into me.

“Just relax and let me do all the work,” he said.

He still held my head as he started to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth.  He went slowly at first and then started to speed up.

“Just hold your mouth open,” he said.  “Try not to swallow to soon and don’t gag.”

I did as I was told and soon found myself enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding over my lips as he continued to fuck my face.  He continued for a few more minutes and then just held his hard cock still in my mouth.  I looked up at him and he was standing with his head back, mouth open and was groaning.

“That feels so good,” he said as he started to thrust in and out of my mouth again.

“I want you to taste my come,” he grunted as his cock twitched.  I suddenly felt a warm liquid on my tongue.

“Swallow it,” he said as he held his cock deep in my mouth.  “Swallow it all,”

He was groaning louder now and his come was splashing across my tongue as he spurted his come in long ropes into me.

“Oh fuck, I can feel your tongue on my cock,” he moaned.  “Yes, keep swallowing, it feels so good.”

I swallowed as fast as I could and he finally stopped coming.  As he slowly pulled his softening cock out of my mouth, he said, “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

I had to admit that he tasted good.  I thought to myself that if they all tasted that good, I would enjoy working for this company.  The man stepped back and told me to stand up.  It was like I was in a trance as I stood and let him remove my clothes.  I stepped out of my shorts and let him remove my shirt.  I still didn’t know if I could suck the other men but I had enjoyed the first one so maybe the others wouldn’t be so bad.

After stripping me, he immediately engulfed my cock in his mouth again.  This time it was my turn to groan and as I did, I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of his tongue licking and swirling all over my cock.  I felt him take all of me in his mouth and felt his head against my groin.  I opened my eyes and looked down at him as he started to pump me with his mouth. 

I looked up and saw that the other three men were fucking each other.  The one on his knees had a cock up his ass as he continued to suck the hard cock in his mouth.  Through hazy eyes, I watched the hard cock thrust in and out of the man’s ass as he groaned around the cock in his mouth.

The mouth around my own cock brought me back to him as I started to come in his mouth.  I exploded into him and watched as some of it leaked out around my cock.  He was groaning softly as he continued to swallow me come.  I spurted over and over again, filling his oral cavity with my seed.  I put my head back and closed my eyes again, enjoying the feeling he was giving me.  When I finally finished coming, I opened my eyes and looked down at him.  He slowly let my cock slide out of his mouth and he stood up.

“Your come tastes great,” he said as he leaned in towards me, kissing me on my lips.  He stuck his tongue out against my lips and I was soon sucking on him as we explored each other’s mouths.  He groaned, making me groan and I was really enjoying what was happening.  We wrapped our arms around each other and continued making out as I heard the other men finishing what they were doing.  I heard a loud grunt and then a moan as they continued fucking.  

We broke our embrace in time to see the men separate.

“I think he’ll take the job,’ the man in front of me said.  “He is good at sucking cock and he tastes great.”

“Maybe I can taste him too,” one of the others said.  “He looked like he was enjoying having his cock sucked.”

“Oh no, its my turn,” the man who had been on his knees said quickly.  “You guys have had your fun for now and it’s my turn to come in his mouth.”

He quickly stepped over to me and pushed me back down onto the couch.  He stepped in front of me and aimed his hard cock at my mouth. This time I didn’t hesitate as I opened my mouth and let him shove his hard cock into it.  He was bigger and thicker that the first man but I soon got used to him and he started to pump his hips back and forth, fucking me.  

“Oh yeah, suck on it you whore,” he yelled as he fucked my face harder.  “Take all of me in your mouth, I want to feel the back of your throat against my cock.”

I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock as he continued to fuck me, holding him so he wouldn’t make me gag.  I could hear the other men close to us as he pumped my mouth. 

“Fuck him good,” I heard one of the men say.  “Fuck him like a whore should be fucked.”

I soon felt his cock twitch and his come started spreading across my tongue.  He spurted his long ropes over and over again, soon filling my mouth as I tried to swallow all of him.  He was groaning and holding my head as he finished coming in my mouth.

His cock, slowly slide out of my mouth as I looked up at him with a grin on my face.

“Well, it looks like we have a new employee,” I heard one of the other men say. 

“I think you’re right,” another said.

The man in front of me stepped back and I looked around at the other men.  They were all hard again and I motioned to the one who was closest to come over and let me suck him.  He quickly moved in front of me and aimed his hard cock at my mouth.  I opened up and took all of him into my mouth and he started to fuck me too.  After he came in my mouth, the fourth man came over and fucked my mouth.  Now I was really enjoying the taste of come and I wanted more and more.

All their cocks were different.  They were thick, hard and various lengths.  They all tasted different too.  One was quite tangy while another was sweet.  After the fourth man had filled my mouth with his come, they all stepped back and I looked up at them.

“Wow,” I said.  “I never thought a man’s cock could taste so good.”

They stood looking down at me with wide grins on their faces.

“We better help him,” one of them said, as I felt a hand wrap around my cock.  It was hard and sticking straight up in front of me as I leaned back on the couch.  I watched a mouth engulf me and felt his tongue swirling around my cock.  Another of the men moved over me and offered me his cock again.  I opened my mouth and engulfed him, taking it all, letting him shove it in as far as he could.  As I was getting sucked, I was getting face fucked again and enjoying it all.

I grabbed the man above me by his ass and helped him fuck my mouth.   He thrust his hard cock in and out until he came in an explosion of come, filling my throat with his cream.  I swallowed quickly and he pulled his soft cock out of my mouth.  Another man took his place and I started sucking on his hard cock as I helped him fuck my face.  He started spurting his come down my throat as I exploded into the mouth around my cock.  I groaned loudly around the cock in my mouth as I splashed my come down the man’s throat.  The man above me filled my throat again and then got off me.  The fourth man came over and shoved his hard cock into my mouth.  I sucked him off again as the mouth around my cock let me slide out of him.

In about an hour, I had 8 loads of come down my throat and I wanted more.  As we all relaxed a little, we talked.

“I enjoyed that,” I said.  “It felt great having come sliding down my throat and feeling a hard cock twitch and explode in my mouth.  I wonder what it would be like to feel a hard cock up my ass,” I wondered aloud so they could all hear me.  I quickly looked around and they were all getting hard again.

I wrapped my hand around the nearest cock and started pumping it.  The other men were playing with their cocks and watching me.  It didn’t take long before we were at it again, someone sucking my cock as I had a cock pumping in and out of my mouth.

After we had finished another round, one of them asked, “Are you serious about getting fucked in your ass?”

I looked at him and smiled.

“Yes I am, so which one of you are going to be the first?” I asked.

I didn’t have to wait for an answer.  I was led to the middle of the room and pushed down to my knees.  A hard cock was aimed at my mouth and I felt a warm tongue, licking and sucking on my ass hole.  After a few minutes, I felt a finger pushing against my hole.  It slowly entered me and I felt an overwhelming pain.  I yelled around the cock in my mouth as the finger slowly pushed up further into my rectum.  I had that feeling in the pit of my stomach again as the finger continued pushing into me.  It hurt too much and I wasn’t ready for the invasion.  I tried to pull the cock out of my mouth to tell whoever was behind me to stop but the man held my head against him.  Finally the finger in my ass stopped moving and the pain seemed to subside a little.  He waited for a minute before slowly pulling his finger back out of me.  The pain wasn’t as bad now and he slowly shoved it back into me again. This time, he started to pump it in and out of my ass.

Suddenly, I felt the finger completely pull out of my ass hole.  Then I felt a cock pushing against me.  It entered my rectum and again I felt the tremendous pain.  I yelled again around the cock in my mouth as the cock slide slowly up inside me, filling my ass.  He stopped when I felt his balls resting against my ass and held himself inside me.  He waited before starting to withdraw his cock.  I felt every ripple along the length of his cock as he pulled it out of me and the relief was immediate.  He stopped when just his head was inside me.  He waited again and the slowly started to push his fat cock up into me again.  The pain wasn’t as great this time but he still moved slowly until his balls were resting again against my ass.

He slowly starting pulling out again and the pain was going away quickly.  This time when he shoved completely into me, it didn’t hurt all that much.  Now he started to thrust in and out of me in short but still slow thrusts.  The pain was almost gone now and he started to speed up in this thrusting.

The cock in my mouth splashed its come across my tongue as the man behind me started pounding harder and harder in and out of me.  I let the cock in my mouth slide out and leaned down a little, raising my ass further in the air, giving the man behind me full access to my hole.  

He was now fucking me hard and fast.  I could feel his head twitching inside me as he pumped and then his hot come was filling my rectum.  It felt so warm and I yelled at him to fuck me harder. He finished quickly and pulled out of me.  I didn’t move.  I felt another man move between my legs and his cock entered me in one thrust.  He was a little bigger than the first one and I felt a little bit of pain.  He didn’t waste any time in thrusting in and out of me hard.  His balls slapped against my ass every time he thrust completely into me.  I was pushing back against him now, wanting him to go deeper.  He came and I felt his hot come in my canal, mixing with the first man’s.  It felt good to have a cock spurting his come deep inside me.

He quickly finished and a third cock plunged up inside me.  This cock was big and fat and he pounded in and out of me unmercifully.  He thoroughly fucked me and I felt his cock spurting his hot come up inside me soon after.  He pulled out of me with a grunt and the last cock thrust it’s way up inside me.  I pushed back against him as he pounded me until he came too.

After pulling his cock out of me, I slumped forward onto the floor.  I relaxed for a few minutes before turning over and looking up at the men.  My cock was hard and straining and I wrapped my hand around it.  The floor was cool against my sore ass as I pumped my hand up and down my cock a few times.  One of the men came over and straddled me, pulling my hand away from my cock and lowered himself, slowly onto me.  I thrust my hips up at him and entered his hole in one thrust.  He started moving up and down on my hard cock, filling his canal.  

“Fuck me,” he yelled as he continued up and down my shaft.  “Fuck, that feels good.  Don’t stop.  I want your come inside me.”

Another man moved in front of him and shoved his hard cock in his mouth.  Now he was being fucked in both ends and I just lay back on the floor and let him do the work.  I came suddenly, exploding up into him as he groaned around the cock in his mouth.  My come started to leak out of his ass as he continued to move up and down with me inside him.  I finally finished and he slowly got off my cock.  The cock in his mouth spurted its come into him as he did and he groaned loudly again as he felt the hot liquid splash across his tongue.

He took the spent cock out of his mouth and turned around.

“Fuck that was good,’ he said.  “You can fuck me whenever you want with that great cock.”

We finished the night soon after and the next day I reported for work.  The four men grinned at me when I came in and I enjoyed the feeling of being wanted by a company not just for my expertise.  I would find out later that this indeed was a big happy family as the receptionist and some of the other women and men would join us for some of the meetings.  Maybe there is a sequel in this.



The Interview



Claire paced the hall in agitation. At her best she had never been patient in nature but as nervous as she was now the forced wait was only irritating her more. Her nerves were rubbed raw but she was trying desperately to maintain her composure. She needed this job. Needed it in the worst way. Working at Jacks little a vaunt guard gallery these past few months had been fun, but it was doing precious little to get her foot in the right doors. Sure she was meeting truckloads of incredible artists, but they were all of the starving variety. Claire had had her fill of that and then some. She left her tiny town to escape the days of Ramen noodles and Bologna sandwiches not wallow in them even deeper. She needed the clout and the currency that came with a position in a respected auction house if she was ever going to get anywhere other then coffee shops and poetry readings. Besides which, things with Jack were starting to get messy. She liked him well enough and all things considered he was one of her better lays, but he was starting to see rings and babies where Claire still saw open spaces. It was time to move on and she knew it, but it was hard to follow through when she spent most of her free time with him at the gallery.

Claire forced herself to smile as a seemingly endless stream of impeccably clad assistants drifted in in and out of the surrounding offices. She allowed herself a fateful moment to check her reflection in the glass of a painting and knew instantly that she was dressed entirely wrong. Her fitted black slacks, heeled boots and cranberry silk shirt stood out like a sore thumb amidst the tailored suits and stiletto heels that continued to pass her by. She was to curvy. To funky. To something... feeling even more nervous then before she flopped herself into a chair only to hear the gentle sound of her name being called.

“ Mr. Edwards will see you now.” and with a flourish the secretary opened the heavy mahogany doors leading into the office.

Claire gave herself a brief pep talk, reminding herself that she had every right to be interviewing for the position and that the blonde Barbie doll of a secretary was probably there to give the old man head when he got tense so she shouldn’t be concerned by her. Her courage fortified enough to allow her to walk and she strode boldly into the office and found herself face to face with Davis Edwards. He had his eyes fixed on the monitor in front of him and glanced up briefly as she entered, waving her in with an impatient hand. Claire realized with a shock how young he was. Young and handsome. Maybe early thirties she thought. He was clean shaven with a full head of thick dark hair and slightly olive skin and he obviously worked out. Beneath the crisp linen of his shirt Claire could easily see the taut lines that defined his arms and chest. He was tall, probably around six foot two, and his voice was dark and smoky as he dealt with the person on the other end of the video conference. 

Edwards glanced up long enough to give her the once over and show her what she thought were the most stunning silvery gray eyes she had ever seen. He didn’t give her much of a look but motioned to a chair for her to sit. Claire tried not to fidget as she looked him over, but there was something about him that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. There was an electricity to him, a magnetism. Claire studied the long taper of his thick fingers as he punched up information on the keyboard. The hands were smooth, and the nails manicured, nothing like the hands of the other men she had known. There were no traces of dirt or paint or clay. No calluses or patches of dry skin. She noted absently that no rings adorned the fingers and then wondered at herself for paying attention.

After what seemed to Claire an eternity Davis Edwards finally stood up to greet her. He extended his hand across the dark wood desk and apologized for making her wait.

“ It’s an unfortunate circumstance of my position.” he explained. “ Even when I clear my schedule I’m still to busy to keep my appointments.”

His laugh was soft and rich and Claire found herself almost giggling as she reached across to shake his hand. She felt her face flush as their hands touched. There was that current again. An energy passing from this man to her that made her shiver. She pulled her hand away abruptly and to quickly dropped down into her seat again. Edwards paged his secretary through the intercom and asked her to hold all calls, then looking up at Claire again asked if she would like a drink. Claire shook her head, although she would have gladly taken a strong glass of wine right then to quiet her nerves. Edwards retrieved her file from the top of his desk and looked it over, glancing from the pages of the application to Claire and back. He pulled softly on his lower lip as he read and Claire found herself absolutely transfixed by the gesture. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat realizing with a start that he was turning her on! Something about his long fingers tugging against the soft fullness of his lips was making Claire squeeze her thighs together keep the fire that had suddenly sprung from her clit under control.

Absently she began tugging at the buttons of her shirt, instinctively trying to get a little air. She had just pulled another button open as he sat down in the chair opposite her and she was painfully aware that with every shift of her body he would be getting an eyeful of her cleavage.

“ Am I making you nervous Claire?” he asked gently

Claire tittered. “ Oh no, no of course not. I just seem to be having some trouble with my button.” She knew as soon as the words left her lips how incredibly silly she had sounded and began frantically trying to get the button refastened only to find her fingers were trembling to much to work.

Edwards was walking deliberately towards her as she fumbled with the button. He smelled, musky and exotic, like some incredible erotic incense. The closer he got the harder it became for Claire to concentrate on the button.

“ I think I do make you nervous.” he said with a slight laugh.

He reached out with one hand and stopped her work at the button. In one quick feline motion he was down in front of her pushing her hands softly to her side.

“ Why don’t you let me have a try. You don’t seem to be able to get it to work.” he said as his hands reached toward the delicate fabric. The long fingers found the button and the button hole and he leaned in slightly as he took them in hand. Claire felt her pulse fluttering in her chest and in spite of herself closed her eyes to drink in the aroma of him so tantalizingly close. She didn’t notice him put the file folder on the floor as he reached a finger out to trace a line down her throat to her breastbone. She shivered again as he made contact with her skin, and cursed the slight moan that escaped her lips. With one quick tug he pulled against her shirt and the neat little row of buttons popped open revealing the black lace bra beneath. She kept her eyes closed, her breathing shallow as his finger again traced a line across her chest and with painful slowness across the tops of her breasts.

“ Black lace lingerie seems a bit inappropriate to wear to a job interview Claire.”

His voice was huskier now and very close to her ear but Claire could still not bring herself to open her eyes. The logical part of her brain knew she should get up, knock this guy on his ass and leave, but that damn tension she had felt at their first touch held her firm.

“ I do run a highly respected and very public business here you know? We’re not in the business of seducing our clientele.” his voice was firmer now but his fingers continued their exploration over the tops of her breasts, brushing the stiff lace aside long enough to graze her nipples which responded readily to his touch.

Edwards slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders and pushed it and her shirt down off her arms as he reached behind to undo the clasp. As soon as the air touched Claire's hyper aroused skin she felt her breasts swell and her nipples harden even more. He was directly in front of her now, his hands freely exploring her flesh.

“ Do you always allow potential employers to feel you up Claire?” he asked as he expertly massage her breasts. Claire felt the heat rising in her cheeks.

“ No.” she answered weakly

His face was next to her ear as he whispered, “ Then why am I?” and dipped his lips to the sensitive hollow of her neck, kissing the silken flesh with slow wet kisses.

Claire rolled her head back and felt her knees start to go weak. No man had ever been this slow and delicate with her before. They were always in to big a rush to give her body more then perfunctory exploration, and yet here she was in the office of a man she did not know feeling the tentative trembling of an orgasm as he did nothing more then touch her breasts.

She opened her eyes and looked at him really for the first time since entering the office. He returned her gaze and once again she found herself taken in by his steely gray eyes. Her logical being was screaming fiercely for her to get up and leave even as she reached her hand to his face and touched him, again feeling that incredible jolt of energy pass between them. She ran a finger slowly over his lips and across his jaw, watching him watching her. Without thinking she raised herself up on tiptoe and brought her mouth to his feeling his tongue slip between her lips, his hands travel up her back and into her hair. He pulled it sharply breaking their embrace and smiled sarcastically at her.

“ I’m going to fuck you now Claire.” he said flatly. “ I’m going to fuck you until we can’t fuck any more and then, when we’ve gotten that out of our systems, I might still consider interviewing you for this position; or any other position I see fit.”

Claire knew she was blushing, knew that the heat rising between her legs was clearly visible on her face. What in the name of God was she doing? This was a job interview, and not just any job interview! Davis Edwards for gods sake!!! Head of possibly the most premier art auction house in the world. She was supposed to be coming in here showing him she was a professional. She was supposed to be showing him that her modern eye was exactly what his company needed to keep abreast of the times. No where in her master plan was she supposed to allow him to seduce her, to literally charm the pants off of her. The logic of the argument played itself to a vacant audience in her head. Claire was, in spite of herself, surrendering herself to his touch. As his lips bent to suckle gently on her swollen nipples the little logical voice in her head grew ever fainter. She cradled his head against her pushing him gently towards her and arching her back slightly as he took in more of her breast flesh. Suddenly the Why didn’t seem to matter. All she understood was the pleasure of his hands and mouth on her body.

She reached up and undid his shirt sliding her hands over the smooth hairless surface of his chest, scraping her nails against the hardened points of his nipples before circling them with her tongue. Moving in unison they quickly did away with the remainder of their clothes as their hands explored each other. They were a tangle of lips and fingers, tongues and nails, devouring each other. Edwards pushed her to the carpeted floor and gently parted her legs sliding his strong hands along the smoothness of her inner thighs. He took her leg in his hands, kissing her ankles, calves and thighs. He was so close to her pussy now that she could feel his breath tickling her swollen lips. She raised her hips slightly waiting to feel his mouth on her only to find that he had begun to move down her other leg. She wriggled impatiently as he continued to kiss, and caress the skin surrounding her aching pussy, teasing her to the point of madness by not touching her where she needed it most. As she felt his hand travel up her side she took hold of it and guided it down to her dripping hole. She slid his fingers across it warm wetness allowing him to feel how aroused she had become. He slipped his fingers away and brought them up to her own lips, glossing them with her own wetness and then leaning in to lick them. 

“ Ummm...you taste as sweet as you look Claire.” he whispered. He lowered his mouth onto her pussy lips and began to slowly lick and suck. He dipped his tongue into her moist folds as his hands snaked under her hips bringing her closer to his mouth. Claire moaned, rolling her hips instinctively as she felt her pussy walls trying to grab hold of his tongue. She snaked her own hands into his hair and pushed his face into her cunt feeling his nose rub her clit into a hardened nub as he ate her pussy into orgasmic bliss.

“Oh Lord!” she cried out, grinding herself against his eager tongue for all she was worth. “ Oh fuck! Eat my pussy! Oh yessss!” Claire was shocked at the bawdiness of her own words. She’s never been a prude in bed but such wantonness was entirely new to her. She didn’t care though. All she understood was the incredible sensation of his mouth devouring her aching pussy.

“ Come for me Claire.” he said firmly. “ Let me taste you.” and with that he took her entire clit into his mouth and began to suck on it hard. Claire gasped, feeling the climax start low in her abdomen. She bucked furiously against him, but he held her firm, slurping greedily on her pussy, drinking down every drop as she came hard and fast.

When he finally let her go Claire sank exhausted into the carpet. She could see his thick cock standing out angrily searching for it’s target, but he kept his hands soft and gentle on her body. He leaned in to kiss her, allowing her to taste the warm sweetness of her own cum on his lips. “ You’re amazing Claire.” he whispered. “ I’ve never known a woman as uninhibited as you in all my life.”

“ It’s easy for me to be uninhibited.” she said seductively, her hands tracing across his abdomen and down to his hardened cock. She began to stroke it slowly, taking time to rub the gossamer head and smear the glistening drop of pre-cum across the tip. “ I don’t know you Mr. Edwards.” She tugged gently at his cock causing him to inch closer to her as his hands continued their delicate dance across her skin.

He smiled at her softly, “ I think you can call me Davis.”

“ Davis?” Claire said sliding one leg up to expose her pink and swollen pussy. She watched his eyes on her body, zeroing in on what he wanted most. “ You promised you were going to fuck me remember?” She threw one leg over him, straddling him with his back to the dark wooden desk. Her dripping cunt was hovering inches above his cock now and again she could feel the electricity passing between them. He was looking directly at her now, his hands cupping her face, thick fingers tracing her lips. She sucked obligingly on his fingers as they passed across her mouth, rolling her pussy over the head of his cock. She smiled wickedly as he sucked in his breath. “ Are you all talk Davis or are you a man of your word?” The tip of his cock was nestled at the entrance to her pussy now. She flexed her vaginal muscles, nibbling his head until it was just inside her. She guided his hands to her hips and held herself there, as her pussy gently milked his cock head. 

In one fast motion he pulled her down on to his dick and rolled her back onto the carpet as he began to piston in and out of her.

“ I always keep my promises Claire.” he said huskily “ and I plan on thoroughly fucking every delicious inch of you.”

Claire wrapped her legs around him grinding herself against him, feeling his heavy balls slapping against the crack of her ass. 

“ Do you like that?” he growled pumping her faster now. “ Do you like being filled with my cock, having your pussy pumped by a man you don’t even know?”

Claire purred her agreement, rolling her head back and arching her hips to meet his thrusts.

“ Tell me what you want Claire, tell me .” he demanded as he drilled her deeper and faster then she had ever been before. Taking her almost to the brink but stopping just before she could get her release. He reached for her and quickly pinned her arms above her head as he pushed himself in to the hilt. His face was in front of her now and he looked deeply into her eyes, locking her gaze, holding her in the moment with him, but keeping his cock utterly still and buried inside her.

“ Tell me what you want.” it was barely a whisper against her cheek but Claire new in that instant she could not deny him.

“ I want you to fuck me Davis.” she said plainly and felt him begin to roll against her again as she matched his rhythm. 

“ I want you to fuck me Davis...Fuck me....fuck me...” her head hung limp by her side as her nails dug deep into the carpet and her back arched up pushing his cock in as deep as it could go. The scream overcame her as she climaxed milking his cock of every drop of its cum. He joined in her orgasm, grunting and bucking against the vice grip of her cunt on his cock. Emptying himself into her until there was nothing for him to do but let go and call out her name.

They collapsed in a heap on the floor of his office, and Claire felt his cock slowly softening inside her.

She smiled contentedly as he lay panting against her chest. “ Do I get the job Davis?” she asked.

He chuckled and pushed himself up on one elbow as he slid free of her. “ Maybe.” he said.

“ What do you mean maybe?” Claire asked indignantly. “ I think I’ve more then met your qualifications.”

Davis smiled and guided her hand to his slowly returning erection.

“ You’re more then qualified Claire.” he said kissing her lips softly. “ I just want to check your oral skills.”

Claire licked her lips lewdly and smiled, knowing she was at last heading in the right direction. 

Please excuse any fumblings as this is a fledgling effort on my part.

Any feedback is welcomed and appreciated.



The Interview



I got dressed as provocatively and with the sluttiest make-up that I could manage without looking like a transsexual, slipped on my heels and tottered my way to the interview. They had been so secretive, and I amused myself by twiddling with my cellphone and imagining things they would give me to do. I sat there in a small ante room while a man came and took some details, smiled and said he'd get back to me, and then politely ushered me out the door. 

I was devastated, I didn't know what to do. I thought I would impress them, but they barely gave me a second glance. I couldn't go back home, I couldn't bear thinking about the face I would lose if I turned up again within the week I had promised I would be in the note I left for my mother. I stood, hesitant, on the street, my long black dress billowing in the summer breeze. My luggage was all back at the hotel, I would have to at least pick it up there, but it had been quite expensive and with no job on the horizon seemed now too expensive. I decided I would have a look around the area I was in for a cheaper hotel.

It certainly had all the hallmarks of being a cheaper area. I had counted at least three sex shops and a sex cinema on the way here. On the corner of the street opposite the underground station a couple of whores chatted to an old guy in a pork-pie hat. As I walked along a car drew up alongside me. 'You open for business, darling?', a man inside called. I shook my head no. I had rejected this line before, and it still didn't look any more appealing, though I couldn't blame him for thinking I'd be available. He shrugged and pulled off.

The cinema stood just behind me, down a side street, and I seriously considered the idea of calling in and servicing the patrons for free, just to give me that rush again. I rejected the idea only because it was not going to make me any money. Supply and demand, you can't go giving it away, even if you want to, I told myself. 

Next to the station there was a hotel which looked fairly clean, and was a good deal cheaper than mine, so I caught the tube, picked up my things and headed back. I booked in quickly and paid for tonight with a booking for tomorrow, so I could be sure I could stay another day. I decided to take it a day at a time, in case anything better turned up. 

As I showered myself off I calculated with food as well I could afford to stay for a full nine days; enough to easily see me through the week. Seven days from today, if nothing better turned up, I would head home again. I decided to ring my brother and at least let him know I was ok, in case my mother was panicking. 

I stepped out of the shower and lightly dried myself off with the towel. I wrung my hair out, but left it wet to cool me off: the day was stiflingly hot, even for late afternoon. My whole body steamed in the air as I walked over to where I had left my little purse. I looked through it, but my phone wasn't in it. I looked around the room, slightly annoyed, but still couldn't find it. Think, I thought to myself, where did I last have it?

Shit.

I threw on my jeans and a t-shirt, slipped on my trainers and ran to the lift. The clock on the wall said 4:40. If they kept normal office hours that gave me twenty minutes to run over there and see if they still had it. 'Come on!' I muttered to myself at the lift doors. They seemed to take forever at the second floor. I was on fifth. Finally I couldn't wait any longer and slammed my way down the stairs. My hair was getting in my face, and fortunately I had a bobble in my jeans pocket, so I paused to fasten my hair loosely back at the ground floor. The clock in the lobby said it was just after quarter to.

I ran across the road and down the street, until I got to the interview address. It gave away no clue of being a business address with the door closed. I tried the handle. Locked. I was too late.

I knocked on the door, and waited. It was a solid, blue door, and I couldn't tell whether the property was open or closed, but I thought it was worth a try. No reply. I knocked again. Still nothing. I was about to give up when I thought I heard voices. I was in the process of knocking a third time when the door opened a crack, before stopping on a chain. A woman's face peered through. 

'Yes?', she said. 'Hi,' I said, 'I was here earlier. I think I may have left my phone. It's got a silver cover on it. Would you mind having a look?'

She paused. 'Are you alone?', she said. 

'Yes.'

'You were the girl this afternoon?'

'Yes. About two.'

'Ok.'. She paused. 'Wait there.'. She closed the door again. I shivered a little, as I was still a little damp from the shower, and the yard where I was waiting was in shadow. 

The door opened again, this time all the way. The man who had seen me earlier stood before me, and he looked me up and down. 'Hello again.', he said.

'Hello, sorry to bother you again, it's just that…'

'…You left your phone. Yes, I know.' He smiled again. 'Come on in.'

Gratefully I followed him in to the building, and he closed the door behind me. 'It's in the office.', He said. 'Straight down the hall'. He gestured down the corridor, and I smiled uncertainly and walked on down it, with him following straight after. Inside the office the woman sat on the desk. She was in her late thirties to early forties, at a guess, but still in good shape. She wore a skirt and vest top that only just contained her very ample breasts, and had long sandy hair that reached down behind her back. There was also a large black man sat on a stool in the corner, dressed in a very tight t-shirt that showed off a very muscley chest. I also noticed that he was barefoot.

The man who had shown me in sat down behind the desk. He was wearing a very nice black suit, but he had removed the tie he had been wearing earlier in the day. He was quite old, maybe in his early fifties, and slightly running to fat. His hair was white, and combed back on his head. He looked quite distinguished, reminding me not a little of Jack Nicholson. 'My name's Mikey', he said. 'I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself properly earlier. This is my wife Charlie, and that over in the corner is Bear.' They nodded at their names, and I smiled uncertainly in return. 'Can I get you a drink or anything, by the way?', He added.

'Erm, no, no thank you, I'm fine.'

'You look a lot different now, you know. I hardly recognised you.'

I looked down at my slightly faded t-shirt, with a picture of a teddy bear on my left breast, and blushed. 'Sorry.'

'No, don't apologise. It's actually more the sort of thing we're after. What sort of thing were you after?'

'Erm…'

'Fame? Fortune?'

'Not fame. Fortune, I guess. Like everyone else. A chance to make money doing what you enjoy.'

'Really?'. He stole a glance at Bear in the corner. 

Bear said 'And what do you enjoy, girl?'

I tried to think of an answer that would cover it. 'I enjoy… I guess I enjoy being dirty. Doing the kind of stuff you're not supposed to. I enjoy being used, and using them in return. I enjoy using my body.'

There was a pause. Finally Mikey said 'May we see that body?'

I nodded and slipped off my trainers, then my t-shirt, and finally my jeans. I stood there naked in front of them, feeling not a little embarrassed. I wasn't sure quite what to do next, so I stood nervously on one foot, with my hands behind my back. I sucked at my lip and looked at their faces to try and read their thoughts.

'Damn, girl!', said Bear after what seemed like an eternity.

'Quite small tits.', Said Charlie.

'That could be rectified.', said Mikey. 'Turn around, please. Yeah, Charlie, just look at that ass, though. That's one in a million.' He raised his voice to speak to me, as though I couldn't hear him before. 'How do you feel about taking orders? Can you do as you're told without question?' I nodded. I was starting to get turned on. 

Mikey turned to his wife. 'Charlie?', he said, and she nodded and lay back on the big wooden desk and pulled up her skirt. She wasn't wearing any underwear, and her cunt was totally hairless. 'Eat her out.', Said Mikey.

I almost balked at that. I had never had anyone eat out my own pussy, let alone been near another woman's. But I had tasted my own cum on more than one occasion, so how different could it be? I licked my lips and stepped up to the desk I started to kneel down, and then thought better of it, and just bent down from the waist, steadying myself with my hands on the edge of the desk. If my ass was my best asset I wanted them to still be able to see it. 

Charlie's cunt smelt warm and homely, a little like the male cum I had had in the past but with an extra sweetness too it. As I approached to it I saw that she still had some white patches glistening inside from where she had been fucked earlier in the day. I went for those first, greedily lapping up even this second-hand cum. I was becoming an addict. I licked tenderly around the outside of her snatch and then took a deep breath and dived on in. Charlie sighed contentedly and brought her legs together either side of my head. I found if I angled up my head slightly I could continue lapping away at her clit without coming up for air. I watched as her stomach rippled with pleasure in time to the licking of my tongue. 

I could just see over the top of Charlie's tits that Mikey was talking to Bear, but with Charlie's legs pressed hard either side of my head could only hear a muffled rumbling. I soon got the gist of the conversation, though, as an extremely large, hard cock ripped into my anus and up my colon, momentarily quite winding me. I thanked God I had had the foresight to stretch my ass with the butt plug and my dildo over the last couple of days, and also that I had gone to the toilet before my shower.

Each thrust up my ass pushed me further and further into Charlie's cunt, and it was getting harder not only to concentrate on what I was doing, but also to breathe. I was slowly being suffocated by her cunt, now awash with juices that I could barely swallow before they were replaced by more and more each passing second. In desperation I bit down into her cunt, but this only made her tense more as she orgasmed, and a wave of fluid washed over my lips and down my chin onto the desk. I began to buckle at the knees, and was thankfully saved by Bear who realised I was dropping and pulled me out, gasping for air, his cock still plunged deep into my ass.

He moved back a step, holding me tight by the hips, and Charlie slipped off the desk and away to the corner, where she picked up a hairbrush and began brushing her hair. Mikey moved in front of me. I still had Bear's cock inside me, but he was holding it still. Now I had my breath back I was desperate to be fucked again, but aside from him throbbing away inside me nothing was happening. I wanted to cry out fuck me! Fuck me you bastards! But I was concerned about seeming submissive, as I gathered that was what they wanted. 

Mikey stood in front of me and unzipped himself, letting his long, thin erect penis flop out of his suit trousers. It must have been at least nine inches long. He grabbed my damp hair and pulled back my head, looking into my eyes. 'Charlie likes it rough, but try any of that biting shit on me and you're dead, understand?'. I nodded. 

Charlie added from the corner '…And try and keep that suit clean.'. Mikey smiled and lifted up his cock to my lips. 

'This is the real test', He said. Bear whooped as Mikey slid his cock along my waiting tongue further and further down my throat. I was grateful to the angle I was being held at as it meant my throat was straight, and I was less likely to gag, but I was concerned about flopping forward so I put my hands out for support. Bear let go of my hips and quickly grabbed for my wrists, pulling me back to keep me tight to his cock. Mikey held my head in his hands and pushed hard down my throat. I held my breath while he held it there, swallowed down my gullet. I could feel myself starting to pass out again, and then he removed it, right back so I had to push my tongue forward to stop it scraping on my front teeth. Then he pushed again, and out again quicker this time. Soon he had a rhythm going and I could breathe normally in between strokes. It's easy once you get the knack. Breathe in, thrust and out, breathe out, thrust and out.

Seeing that I was able to cope Bear began to move slowly back in and out of me again, but holding my hands where they were he couldn't get much of a purchase to thrust. I began to help him by rocking back a little on Mikey's forward thrust down my throat, but not so much that he thought I was trying to pull away. Apart from moans and the occasional 'Yes!' the two of them had gone silent.

'You love it, don't you girl?' Said Charlie from the corner. 'You look sweet and innocent but you're a proper little slut?'

I tried to smile, but it was hard with Mikey's cock in my mouth. He withdrew it and lifted up my chin. Bear, with an audible plop removed himself as well, and pushed my ass down towards the floor. I followed the lead and knelt down, looking up at them both, their cocks in their hands, wanking themselves slowly. I realised for the first time how big Bear's cock was, easily as long as Mikey's but much thicker, with a beautiful large head, like a shiny peach. I was proud of my achievement in taking it.

Mikey grabbed my hair again and tilted my head right back. 'Tell me what you want'.

That was easy. 'I want to taste your cum.'

'Oh, god', He said, and let fly. I opened my mouth to catch it but he flicked my mouth shot and came on my face. Onto my forehead it fell, and ran down the side of my nose to my lips, where I opened my mouth again and let it fall onto my tongue.

Mikey said, 'Oh, fuck.', and brought his cock immediately forward, resting it on my lips so that I could smell my ass thickly in the air, and came onto my tongue, shot after shot of it until I had to close my mouth around his dick to stop it spilling out. I sucked hard on it to get out the last drops and then pulled away, swilling it round in my mouth to mix the two men's cum, and smiling mischievously at them, before finally swallowing. God, that tasted good.

Mikey grabbed me by the hair and dragged me, so fast that I had to run to keep up, to the door at the back of the office, and shoved me through it. I was surprised to find that I was outside, in bright sunlight. We were in a small yard, overlooked by warehouses with no windows. Behind a wall I could distantly hear people talking, and the sound of machinery. Mikey let go, and pushed me back down again. 

'After I have sex', He said, 'I always need to take a piss.' He lifted up his now fairly flaccid cock and pointed it at my face. I shut my eyes and let him play a stream of piss over my face. I can't say that I particularly enjoyed it, but I wanted to please him. Shortly afterwards I became aware of another stream of it as well, running up and down my body, and into my crack. 

I opened my mouth to seem less uptight, and could feel the piss fountaining up from between my teeth. It wasn't quite as unpleasant a taste as I expected, a little like soapy cum, but I tried not to swallow very much of it, although I did so instinctively with a couple of mouthfuls. Still, I understand it's quite good for you, in moderation. Finally they dried up and I sat on the concrete gasping for a little while. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Bear standing over me with his arm held out to help me up. I accepted, and he helped me back into the office. Mikey threw me a towel and told me he thought they could use me, although, he warned me, he wasn't offering me fame. The clients were rich, and paid to use women who couldn't seem like prostitutes. I had to seem inexperienced, maybe even cry a little. I said I thought I could do that. He asked me if I could take pain, and I said I didn't know. He said it didn't matter, maybe I could work up to that. He said I was paid by the hour, but the rate was different for each job. I got the distinct impression that he wasn't actually the boss. I sat there on a stool, covered in piss, and completely naked, and talked business for around ten minutes. Finally he looked at his watch and said he had to go. 

Charlie handed me a bundle of my clothes, with my phone and a bankroll on top. When I counted it back in the hotel room there was just under a thousand. 'On account', She said. She ushered me quickly to the door with a hand on my back and pushed me through it. I stood in the shade outside and began to dress, a couple of cars honking their horns at me as they passed by. I just smiled. I couldn't stop smiling, even though I was desperately frustrated. 

I walked back to the hotel on air, and once back in my room I stripped off again and fucked myself silly with my dildo, pretending to myself it was Bear's big black cock. I screamed shrilly, and I did actually pass out. I awoke around nine to the smell of stale piss, got up and showered for the third time that day, before climbing gratefully into bed and going to sleep, hugging my dildo like a teddy bear, occasionally sucking on it for comfort. I slept soundly, thinking happy thoughts. Tomorrow would be the first day of the rest of my new life.



The Interview



Jane was nervous as she knocked on the door and was relieved that she did not have long to wait before an assertive voice called "Come".

She was attending an interview that her master had arranged for her and she was nervous - partly because she wondered if this job was going to be too senior for her and partly because she didn't want to let him down.

She swallowed, tried to smile confidently and pushed open the door.

As she entered the office she was impressed by the solid, strong image of the desk and cupboards, as well as the man behind them.

He stood and leaned towards her extending a hand. As she shook hands with him she felt the firm but controlled grasp and knew that this was a man similar to her own master.

"Hello jane, my name is Black."

She sat when he directed her to and they quickly got into the main purpose of the interview. She explained her experience and ambitions and he told her what would be required. There was no doubt that he was efficient in getting all the information he wanted from her but then, as he talked, she began to recognise a feeling she had only ever experienced before with her master.

She felt herself relax into his voice, the control that was natural to him affected her mind and body.

She had been instructed by her master to wear his favourite outfit - a plain, dark blue wrap-over skirt of thin cotton and a formal white blouse. Under it she had a soft white bra, black suspenders and sheer natural stockings, but no panties.

As she sat and listened to the stranger's voice she felt her body react exactly as it did for her master. The warm glow deep in her belly and the tingle she tried to ignore as he spoke certain words.

She started to blush as she realised what was happening to her - and he noticed.

How could he not notice she thought, he was a man such as her master. He knew women and the control that he had over them. Not a formal control, though his position helped, rather a natural authority - a certainty that he knew her thoughts intimately.

He stood as he talked and walked around the desk to her. She felt herself standing involuntarily. She knew instinctively that what was happening was not wrong but, as if reading her mind he said "Your master approves, Jane"

As they kissed his hands roamed over her body, lightly preparing her and then stroking, squeezing and pinching her flesh. Her nipples reacted instantly and became pebbles in his grip. She felt the familar moist reaction in the folds of her flesh and knew that she was helpless.

Kisses followed kisses and what started as tentative lip contact became wide mouthed deep kisses - he devoured her and she offered herself.

He leaned her back against the desk and knelt at her feet, his hands sliding wide the front panel of her skirt. Unashamedly and without thinking, she spread herself for him. As his face pressed against her thigh his hands reached up and effortlessly unbotoned and removed her blouse, unhooked her bra and cupped her warm breasts.

She felt her body moving involuntarily - her hips pushing towards his face. She needed something, anything, to satisfy the ache in her cunt.

As his mouth clamped on to the flesh of her cunt lips and clit she let out a cry! Her hands held his head as she ground herself against him. She was seconds from the most intense, explosive orgasm when she remembered - if this man was like her master she must not climax without his permission.

"Please .. please ... I need to cum!!"

He broke contact for a moment and her body trembled as he looked up to her and paused.

"Yes" he said confidently as, without smiling, he looked towards the door. She followed his glance and saw her master standing there, watching her helpless pleasure.

Immediately Black used his fingers to spread her flesh wide and sucked her swollen clit between his lips and teeth.

She felt her body shudder as she knew that this was what her master had planned. She looked towards him and felt it start. Her legs shook, her body stiffened as she tried in vain to relax and extend her pleasure. She groaned - a wild abandoned noise that simply escaped from her. Then her belly spasmed over and over, her hands gripped his head and pulled him to her. She felt the heat of her cunt and his mouth melting her whole body.

It lasted a minute, two minutes, more .. it seemed like for ever.

Her body was no longer hers - it was theirs and they were ruthlessly creating sensations she had never felt before.

Eventually her master spoke.

"Jane .. we will share you now." 



The Interview



He could hardly contain his enthusiasm as he greeted the attractive young woman at the door. She was an absolute knockout - tall, probably close to 5 feet 10 inches, long blonde hair, a pretty face, slender waist, and what looked to be some really big boobs. Even though she was wearing a business suit with a loose black jacket, he thought that they must be d cups - hell, maybe even double d's.

"Good afternoon, you must be Blythe," Rick said, shaking her hand with a firm grip. Her palms were just a little damp - she must be a little nervous, he thought.

"Yes, that's me. Hello Mr. Clancy," Blythe replied with a pretty smile.

"Thanks for coming in so late on a Friday - it's been a long day. Please come on back to my office." Rick motioned toward the office door and watched her firm ass as she walked in. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that his assistant Emily was also watching Blythe walk. Emily was a pretty little girl with soft Greek and Italian features whom he hired several years ago. She was petite, but had some pretty large tits for her size, and it didn't take much for her nipples to poke out of her shirt. In fact, they started to poke through as Blythe walked past her. He was glad that she seemed to approve. 

Rick interviewed for the vacant position in his front office for several weeks, and really needed to find someone to come in and start working. He wanted to wait until he found someone who was `right' for the position. He knew that he'd have a tough time replacing Maria and Lori, who left the office the month before -- Maria went back to school and Lori just didn't work out. Emily would be fine in Maria's job - Maria had trained her well. Lori, on the other hand, never really did much work anyway, so he figured that he could save some money and let Emily and a new employee do all of the work.

"Please have a seat," Rick motioned again, this time to the chair next to his desk. Rick took a seat across from her. He looked at her resume. All the right credentials, it seemed - Bachelor's degree from a good eastern school, internship experience at a big PR firm downtown, references seemed pretty strong as well. He looked back up at her and thought to himself that he may have found the perfect replacement for Lori. Blythe was about as attractive as Lori was, and her tits were certainly as big, maybe bigger. Oh, and she was 10 times more qualified than Lori to do the job. 

"So, why do you want to work here," Rick began the questioning. 

"Well, sir, I really want to work here at the company and have heard from several people that you are a terrific boss and that you could really teach me some things about the industry," Blythe responded, shifting in her seat a little nervously.

"Well you're certainly qualified - maybe even too qualified," Rick said as he looked up. Blythe's face tensed up slightly as she laughed nervously.

"Oh, well, I mean . . . I certainly would love the job . . . uh . . . see it as a challenge . . . umm," Rick could see that she was getting more nervous than the other people he interviewed.

"What I mean is, I need to hire someone who will not only do a good job but will actually enjoy the job. Someone as qualified as you might get a little bored, look for other opportunities, leave me high and dry, you know what I'm saying?" Rick said.

"Oh, well, you don't have to worry about that. I'll promise you that and more!" Blythe responded, a bit more enthusiastically than he expected. He stared at her chest as she spoke, and could see her breasts move up and down as she spoke and breathed. They were moving a little more quickly, so he figured that she was very nervous about something.

"More?" Rick asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, well, um, I just really, really need this job, sir. I've always wanted to work here, and am willing to do anything for the position. Please just give me the chance. I won't disappoint!"

Intrigued, Rick looked her over again. She really did have an incredible body and there was no question that she could do the work. He decided that she could have the job, but wanted to see just what she meant by the word `anything' when she said that she'd do anything to work here.

"Mr. Clancy?" 

"Please, it's Rick,"

"Rick, I can promise you loyalty and complete dedication to the job," Blythe said. Rick noticed that her forehead was perspiring slightly. His office was a little warm today.

"Well, Blythe, I just want to get to know you a little bit better before I make my decision. I also want you to meet with Emily, my executive assistant, who will be training our new employee."

"Of course," Blythe said as she moved around a little more in her seat.

God, it really was warm in here, Rick thought. "I hope you don't mind if I take off my jacket, Blythe. It's a little hot in here. Feel free if that would make you more comfortable." 

"It really would, thanks," Blythe said as she unbuttoned her suit jacket. Rick looked intently as she pulled both sides of the jacket to the sides, revealing two beautiful large mounds underneath her white satin shirt. He could make out the entire outline of her breasts as she arched her back to slide her jacket off. He could also make out the outline of her nipples and her large areolas. Rick's cock twitched as he gazed a little too long, and caught Blythe's eye as he turned away.

"Um, yeah, so where were we," Rick cleared his throat and went to hang his jacket up on a hook by the door. He also turned the air conditioning down a little bit, remembering that Emily would be coming in soon, and he was anticipating some stiff nipple action from Emily, as usual.

"You wanted to ask me more questions, I think," Blythe responded. "Please, sir, I really want to be here. You don't understand. I HAVE to find a job. I just HAVE to. Please."

"I see, Blythe, well, I'm almost convinced that you're the right person for the job, but I just can't make up my mind. Can you think of anything to convince me that I wouldn't be making a mistake by hiring you?" Rick watched Blythe sit and think. He could barely contain his glee when Blythe finally smiled wryly.

"Well, umm, I guess I can promise you a look at these every day if you want . . ." Blythe lifted her hands to the top button of her shirt. Rick watched, captivated. He watched as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing more and more of her massive cleavage. He saw that she was wearing a silky bra that matched her blouse. She paused for a second, then reached the bottom and pulled the rest of her shirt out of the waistband of her skirt and looked up at Rick.

"Well, wh-wh-what do you think so far?" Blythe asked, her face red from embarrassment. 

"I think I'll reserve my judgement until I get a better look . . ." Rick said, not even looking up at her face.

"Well, let's keep going then," Blythe said as she let the blouse fall from her shoulders. Her bra was tight, barely keeping her massive tits properly restrained. She neatly placed the shirt on the arm of her chair and leaned back, her boobs bouncing with increased momentum every time she moved. Her nipples were starting to react to the cooler air blowing through the vents by growing and pointing out through the lacy silk that lined the top of her bra cups.

Rick's eyes were wide open, fixed on her chest. He looked up. "Jesus, how big are those fuckers, I mean, if you don't mind me asking?" Rick asked, obviously losing a bit of decorum, but quite interested to get the info.

"Double-d. What did you guess they were?" Blythe asked.

"I figured d, and knew that it could have been a double, but now that I'm looking, you're obviously not wearing the right size, Blythe," he stated, pointing at the overflowing cups. "In fact, my assistant Emily used to work over at the Victoria's Secret store down town and knows a thing or two about bras. Maybe now's a good time to bring her in?"

"Oh, uh, sure, I guess," Blythe again looked a bit nervous and kind of shocked. She straightened up and folded her arms across her chest in a vain attempt to cover up. 

"Emily," Rick talked into the intercom on his phone. "We're ready for you."

"Stand up, Blythe, and don't cover up too much," Rick said with a smile. Blythe stood up. Rick's cock was rock hard watching her bra strain to hold back those monsters.

The door opened and Emily walked into the room. "Holy shit!" Emily said, probably too loud as she closed the door behind her. 

"Em, this is Blythe," Emily walked across the office and shook her hand. Her nipples were rigid and pointed straight out at Blythe's as she approached. "She's thinking of joining us here and I wanted you two to meet. Also, I thought you might have some advice for her from your days at Victoria's Secret . . ."

"Hell yeah," Emily said. She walked around Blythe, taking her in from every angle. She pulled the tag from her bra and read it out loud, "42DD" she said, laughing. "C'mon, Blythe!"

"That's what I thought, Em. Thought you might be able to help," Rick said, seeing at the embarrassed look in Blythe's eyes.

"Absolutely," said Emily. "Let's get her measured up." She took a measuring tape out of her purse, and stepped behind Blythe. "Back up, I'm going to release the hounds!"

Rick stared at Blythe's chest, anticipating the avalanche. Emily unhooked Blythe's bra from behind, and then pulled the two straps tighter before releasing them. With a `snap,' both mounds came tumbling out of the cups. Rick noticed immediately that her areolas were about the size of a coffee mug's rim, and her nipples were dark pink and about an inch long. Rick's dick stood at attention, making a very large and noticeable bulge in his pants. Both Blythe and Emily noticed.

"OK, let's take a few measurements first, Blythe," Emily said as she slid the bra's straps down her arms and let it fall to the floor. Rick was amazed by the site of her young, firm, huge tits jutting straight out at him. They seemed to defy gravity as there was hardly any sagging at all. Even Emily gasped a bit as she took a long look at them as she walked around to the front and uncoiled the tape. She stood in front of Blythe and reached around her torso. Blythe's and Emily's breasts touched through Emily's blouse. Since they were about the same height, their nipples lined up with each other almost exactly.

Emily held the loose end of the tape in one hand and the roll in the other hand behind Blythe's back and slowly let out the slack until she had both ends in front of her massive melons. She then pushed them slightly together with her fists as she struggled to bring two ends of the measuring tape together.

"50," Emily announced proudly. "Not too shabby, eh Rick?"

"No wonder why you can see the seams of her old bra still impressed into her skin," Rick suggested.

"Now let's check on the cup size," Emily said, as she let one end of the tape drop. Her hands brushed against Blythe's nipples causing Blythe to gasp - the first noise she made since Emily walked into the room. Her breasts continued to stick straight out as Emily looped the tape around the circumference of her breast. She noted the measurement and nodded.

"OK, now bend over Blythe. You can lean on the desk," Emily suggested.

Blythe leaned over, her tits were pointing straight to the ground, nipples dead center. Emily put one end of the tape where her chest met her breast, and stretched the tape down to the nipple, then back up to her chest. Emily's hand was buried in her cleavage and Rick thought he would bust a nut right then and there.

"Wow," Emily said in amazement. She took a little chart out of her purse and compared the measurements she just took with the tape. I've never even seen a double H before - I mean not in person!"

Blythe blushed. Rick nodded his head. "Me either, Em - in person that is!" he smiled at Emily's obvious reference to viewing porn featuring some busty chicks. It turned Rick on to watch her do this, but even more so to think that she really enjoyed it. 

"And just for fun . . ." Emily said as she stood Blythe back up and stretched the tape across her aereola. "Damn, four inches!"

"Nice," Rick agreed. "What about the nips?"

Emily gave the left nip a tug until it was fully erect and then measured, "well, almost an inch, so almost as big as mine!" 

"Also nice," Rick was pretty much at a loss for words. He pictured Emily's erect nipples in his mind and wanted to see them right along side Blythe's.

"You and I should take a stroll down to Vic's sometime and pick out some nice bras for work, Blythe. I know some of my former colleagues there would love to help us find something nice," Emily suggested as she reached over to Blythe's tits and started giving them a slight squeeze. 

"Yeah, maybe you could both buy some matching bras," Rick suggested. He walked over and grabbed Blythe's other breast. He couldn't believe how soft and firm it was. As he started working his way down to the nipple, his cock just about tore through his pants. 

"Uh, does that mean I've got the job?" Blythe asked as she started to breathe heavily and rub her legs together underneath her skirt.

Rick felt a jolt of euphoria every time his hand hit Emily's as they both felt Blythe's mams. She was obviously working Blythe's nipple pretty hard, judging by the speed of her breathing pattern and the size of Em's own nips.

"Well, you've certainly got the job, Blythe," Rick said. "But I think we still have to negotiate the salary. I was going to offer $45,000, but could possibly be convinced to let a little more money into the budget, maybe up to $50,000."

Rick reached over Blythe's back and unbuttoned Emily's shirt as he spoke. Emily kept working Blythe's tits as Rick's hand reached in and grabbed Em's own stiff nipple, causing her to let out a small sigh. He continued to unbutton her blouse and let it fall off her shoulders and onto the floor. Em was wearing a black bra that fit perfectly. 

"What do I need to do?" Blythe asked, standing back up and facing Emily and Rick.

"Well, for starters, why don't you lose the skirt," Rick commanded. Blythe unzipped it and let it fall to her feet. She was wearing a small black thong. She stepped out of the skirt and left it on the floor.

"Oh, very nice," Emily said. She started to unhook her own bra.

"Wait Em," Rick said. "Let Blythe handle that for you. She's going to have to learn how to help you out here."

Blythe walked over and unclasped Emily's black lacy bra with one hand. It came off without a problem, and Emily's tanned titties made their long-awaited appearance. He'd seen them plenty of times before, but never grew tired of seeing her brownish areola's puffing out and her darker brown nipples fully erect at the end of them. Blythe gave the right nipple a little pinch, and then Emily grabbed Blythe around the waist and slammed her breasts into hers, planting a big kiss on her lips. Rick reached into his own pants and released his throbbing cock, gently stroking it with one hand as he watched Emily and Blythe make out and feel each other up. Blythe had loosened Emily's skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor revealing a black thong not unlike the one Blythe had on.

They continued to kiss each other and rubbed their breasts together as they squeezed each other's asses. Rick thought he would explode, so he let go of his cock and stepped closer to the girls.

"OK you two, I need some help here," Rick said. "Blythe, bend over the desk. Emily, you too, right next to her."

They both did as asked, and Rick looked at them from behind. He walked over to Blythe, took her thong down, and pressed his cock up against her warm, wet, pussy. He slowly pushed it in until all ten inches were submerged. He grabbed her hips and started banging away, watching Blythe's tits jiggle around like crazy below her chest.

Emily looked over and watched the rhythmic movement as well, placing the palm of her hand below the swinging tits so that Blythe's nipples brushed her palm with every pound from behind.

Rick knew that he was ready to burst, but wanted to save something for Emily, so he withdrew, and moved over to Emily. He removed her thong and looked down and saw her familiar cunt waiting for his cock, but he decided to enter the hole right above it. He pressed his dick up against her tight hole, and Emily turned around and looked at Rick. She smiled as he continued to press, until the hole suddenly opened up and swallowed half his dick into her ass. She let out a long sigh, and backed into him so that she could take even more. Blythe stood up and watched as she placed one hand on one of Emily's swinging hooters and started eagerly rubbing one of her own, her gaze fixed on Emily's expanding asshole. 

Rick pounded his rod into Emily for a while until he felt like he was going to burst. He whipped his cock out of the tight little hold and immediately sprayed Emily's back with what seemed like a gallon of milky white cum. Blythe leaned her tits over and rubbed them across Emily's light brown back, spreading Rick's seed evenly across her, then leaning down and licking it up. Emily continued to moan and Rick noticed that she was fingering her own cunt.

"Get on your knees, Em," Rick said as he slapped her right butt cheek. Emily got down on her knees in front of Blythe, who had cum on her tits from Emily's back. Emily reached up and grabbed one of the tits and licked it clean, then grabbed the other and did the same. She continued to suck until Blythe did some moaning of her own. Emily then stood up and faced Rick.

"Well girls," Rick said, as they both stood in front of him. "Nice work. Welcome aboard, Blythe."

"Oh my god, thank you," Blythe started to jump, her tits bouncing up and down.

"No problem. You can start first thing on Monday morning," Rick said. "Emily will get you situated."

"Oh, thank you so much," Blythe said, hugging Rick, then hugging Emily, their naked tits smashing into each other for one final meeting. 

"And we'll take a walk toward Victoria's Secret at lunch time," Emily giggled, handing Blythe her tight bra as they both got dressed. 

"I promise I won't let you guys down," Blythe said as she walked out the door.

"Oh, we know," Rick and Emily both said in unison. 



The Interview



Jon needed a job. Having been laid-off for the second time in a year, his cash and unemployment benefits were running out, so he had to do something. Being turned down by several good prospects, his self esteem and enthusiasm for working was running out, too. 

Nevertheless, he had to try. So, he applied at the local Discount-Mart as an overnight stock supervisor. Working the graveyard shift, he would receive a bonus in pay, and also allow him to go back to school and finish his degree during the day.

He arrived at the appointed time for the interview wearing his khaki pants, a button down shirt, and wool sports coat. 'Probably a little overdressed for this place,' he thought to himself. The offices were tucked back in a quiet, far corner, where they were out of the way of the hustle and bustle of the busy store. As he entered the alcove that was the office reception area, he saw an attractive, young woman working the front desk. The nameplate read Rebecca Gordon. He walked up and introduced himself. 

"Hi, I'm Jon Morgan. I have a ten-thirty appointment with Ms. Walker."

"Oh, yes, Mr. Morgan. Please have a seat. I'll let her know that you're here," she answered with a sweet voice and even sweeter smile. "Thank you," Jon said as he took a seat. 

He also took note of how cute this girl was. Her wavy, strawberry blonde hair was pulled back with a clip, as her blue eyes studied the work in front of her. The fuzzy sweater she wore seamed to accentuate her young, firm breasts all the more, almost tempting him to reach out and squeeze them. 'Man, she can't be more than 20 years old,' he thought to himself. 'If only... ah, never mind. It'll never happen, bub. Just keep your mind on the interview.' 

She picked up the phone, pushed a few buttons, and spoke: "Gloria? Mr. Morgan is here for his interview... Uh, huh... Uh, huh... Oh, yeah. (giggle, giggle) I'm sure. Ok, buy." 

Then, turning back to him, "Mr. Morgan? Gloria will be with you in a minute."

"Ok, thanks," Jon replied, once again noticing that great smile and - what was that? - a mischievous look in her eye. 'Hmm, I wonder what that was all about,' he wondered. 'Oh, well. Maybe that means Ms. Walker will be in a good mood.'

He sat there thumbing through a couple of magazines, still thinking of, and stealing discreet glances at, Rebecca's fuzzy sweater when he heard it. 

CLICK, CLAP. CLICK, CLAP. 

The unmistakable sound of a woman's high heeled shoes walking on tile. The sound always made Jon's head turn about and seek out the source. He loved seeing a woman with nice legs wearing a skirt and heels. He had admitted to himself years ago that he had quite a leg and foot fetish. Especially when those legs were wrapped in sheer nylon and those feet were in sexy high heels. 

CLICK, CLAP. CLICK, CLAP.

'Ok,' he thought. 'Just be cool. This woman's probably some old hag with no definition to her legs and wearing flats.' 

"Mr. Morgan?" came a smooth voice. He turned his head slowly to the right, and saw just 

how wrong he was. Like a slow motion movie clip, he scanned her from toe to head, trying not to be too obvious. First, he noticed her black, patent leather pumps with 4 inch heels. Her slim ankles gave way to rounded calves. The curve of her thighs disappeared under a grey, wool skirt, cut just above the knee. Best of all, her legs were encased in sheer, black nylon! 

As he continued his gaze upward, he noticed how her skirt hugged her full hips. Her silk blouse was tucked into a slightly smaller waist, then expanded to cover her voluptuous breasts. Her long, black hair fell upon a grey wool blazer that matched her skirt. She appeared to be only a couple of years older than him; about mid-thirties. "Mr. Morgan?" she said again. 

Snapping out it just in time, he answered, "Uh, yes. Ms. Walker, right?" he stood up and extended his hand.

"Yes, I'm Gloria Walker. Nice to meet you." As she shook his hand, he looked into her deep brown eyes, that resembled pools of dark chocolate. Her pouty lips, painted ruby red, smiled at him. 

"Uh, yes. Very nice to meet you too," he said, trying to regain a 'professional' composure. 

Gloria smiled in spite of herself. She knew she wasn't young and thin, like Rebecca, anymore, but she did try to keep in shape. She still had curves, it's just those curves were a little fuller these days. Rebecca had been right, though. This guy was cute. And he seemed to find her attractive as well. She was glad to see the time spent at the gym wasn't a total waste. 

"Follow me, please," she said as she turned to walk down the hallway. 

She gave Rebecca a wink as she walked past her desk. As Jon followed, he watched her round bottom sway back and forth under her skirt. He now also saw that her skirt had a tasteful slit in the back. Just enough to catch a glimpse of her nylon covered thighs as she walked. 'Mmm, mmm. Very nice,' he thought. She had just the right amount of sex appeal and class, that he knew he would have a hard time concentrating in the interview. 

CLICK, CLAP. CLICK, CLAP. 

He followed her into her small office and she shut the door. Her shoes stopped making their sound thanks to the carpeted floor. 'Well at least I won't have that distraction anymore,' he thought. 

"Please, have a seat." she directed with a wave of her hand.

He sat in the chair that was next to her desk. The chair was not positioned in front, like other interviews he had been to, but right beside her desk. Gloria sat in her high back chair in front of Jon. She didn't pull the chair in, but crossed her legs and sat facing him. 

'Why did she have to do that?' he thought. Her long, smooth calves and cute feet tucked into those sexy heels, were staring him right in the face, no more than three feet away. 

They went over the usual interview material. Education, work experience, etc. In the confines of the small office, Jon could smell just a hint of her perfume as it fell softly on the air. 

Not a heavy smell, but tantalizing enough to make him want more. 

Her black nylons seemed to shine in the light, giving them an even more sleek and sensual look. Jon wondered if they were stockings or pantyhose. He was debating this question with himself, and wondering how they would feel in his hands, and against his cheek, while stumbling with her questions. 

"What special qualifications do you have," she asked. 

'Expert foot licker and leg massager,' he thought, and very nearly said it. 

"Why do you want to work for our company?" 

'Too run my hands up and down those great legs and see what's under that skirt,' he almost said again. 'Man, snap out of it, Jon' he told himself.

He new he was blowing the interview, so he shook his head, and tried concentrating on looking her in the eye. That turned out to be just as bad. She looked at him with those sultry eyes, as she 'thoughtfully' tapped her pen against her chin, sending all kinds of erotic suggestions through his mind. His resume and her notepad rested on her knee, as she slowly started to swing her crossed leg. Sweat was forming on his forehead now, as he wondered if he was going to make it out of here without a huge erection showing in his pants. 

About that time, as he was desperately trying to control himself, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Well, below his eye, really. He glanced down, and saw, right in front of him, that she had taken the heel of her crossed leg out of her shoe and was dangling the shoe on her toes!

Now, if her sultry eyes and sweet perfume weren't enough; and her full breasts and tailored suit weren't enough; and her shiny, sheer, black nylons weren't enough, she had to go and do this. He wasn't quite drooling, but he did inhale sharply and then let out a long, slow exhale. "Mmmm," he mumbled, involuntarily, as he shifted in his chair.

Like a fly caught in a web, Gloria had her prey right were she wanted him. 

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Gloria never liked it when the store did mass hires. Every summer, and at Christmas, the 

store would hire a lot of seasonal workers to handle the rush. It always ended up being an endless parade of applicants that could get very tedious. To break up the monotony, she would sometimes ask Rebecca what the next guy looked like. Whether he was cute or not, or might be good in bed. She knew this was highly unprofessional of her, and if anyone found out about it, or worse complained, she would probably get reprimanded. She also knew, though, that all the guys

checked out the female candidates the same way. So, damn the "Political Correctness" and all that crap, she was still entitled to have a little fun at work. She just made sure that no one knew, except her co-conspirator Rebecca, and that it didn't get out of hand. 

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She remembered how she used to tease some of the boys in school with her cute, little feet. She didn't quite understand it then, but she was aware of how some of them seemed to really like her size 6's. She decided to give it a try. Dangling her pumps from her toes seemed to 

accentuate the arch of her small foot all the more. And caused the correct response from her subject. 

"Jon?" she asked.

"Jon?" she asked again. 

He tore himself from his thoughts, and looked up. "Hmm? Yes? I'm sorry, what?"

"Is there something wrong?" she asked coyly. 

"Hmm? Oh, no, nothing wrong. Uh, why?"

"Well, it's just that you've been starting at my feet, and I just wondered if anything was wrong. Do I have a run in my hose?" She stretched her leg out, pretending to look for a run that wasn't there. Turning her ankle first one way, then another, she ran her hands up her legs, to 'check' for runs. Her hands made a 'hssss' sound as she ran them, slowly, along the nylon from ankle to knee. 

"Hmm? Uh, no, no. Um, no runs. They look... fine." Jon sat there trying not to let his jaw drop into his lap, as he watched this beautiful woman run her hands up and down her sexy, nylon covered legs. He wasn't quite sure whether this was an innocent act, or if she was playing with him. He was sure, though, that she would soon see his noticeable erection growing in his pants. 

"Hmm. I don't see any runs. Are you sure they're Ok?" she asked, extending her leg again. 

"Oh, yes. They're quite alright. In fact, they're... well, they're fine," Jon said.

Gloria crossed her legs again, and by this time, her skirt had risen just a bit more above her knee. "Hmm? What was that you were going to say?" she asked him. She 'absent-mindedly'

began to scratch the arch of her foot, once again letting the heel of her shoe dangle from her cute toes. 

Jon was beginning to see her game now. Hoping he wasn't wrong, he decided to tell her. 

"I was just going to say that I think you have very nice legs, that's all. Very nice, very sexy legs," he said with a small grin, trying to act cool. Now the game was up. Both knew what the other was thinking. But should they take this to the next level? 

"Oh, why thank you, Jon. You're so sweet. I do try to keep fit when I can, but it's nice to 

hear a compliment once in a while." 

"Well, it's all my pleasure," Jon said. "But I'm sure you hear that a lot."

Smiling that seductive smile again, Gloria said, "Well, not as often as I'd like." Still dangling her shoe, she went on. "But anyway, where were we? Ah, yes. Do you have any questions about insurance or anything?" 

Just then, her shoe dropped from her toes, landing on the carpeted floor. In the quiet, small office, it may as well have been a thunder clap.

Without hesitation Jon knelt to the floor. "Here, let me get that." 

He nearly leapt out of his chair as he knelt at her feet. Instead of picking up her shoe, though, he took her stocking covered foot in his hands. Feeling the silky nylon and soft flesh in his grasp, he began a soft massage. Pressing his thumbs into the balls of her foot, he said with genuine affection, "You have such cute feet, Gloria. Have you ever had a foot massage?"

"Mmm, no. Just one of those wooden roller things you buy at the shoe store. But that feels very nice." Gloria was thinking she would let him go on for another minute or two before stopping this. Just then, Jon put her foot down, in his lap actually, and picked up her other foot. Removing the shoe, he began to massage this foot in the same manner, sending little sparks of pleasure up her legs. 

Rubbing the balls of her foot, in between her toes, tickling the arch as he moved on to her heel. Bringing her foot to his face, he inhaled deeply, smelling the aroma that the patent leather pumps had held in. Kissing her arch, then the ball of her foot, and finally her pretty little toes. Jon couldn't help brushing his whole face against her foot, luxuriating in the soft silkiness against his clean shaven cheeks. 

As he continued to keel in front of her, he slid one hand up to her ankle, then to her calf.

He placed her foot on his chest to allow him to caress, and kiss, her leg with both hands. Gloria could feel his hard cock under her foot that rested in his lap. She began to rub her foot up and down his bulge. Jon continued to knead and massage her calves. Slowly he moved up to her knee, his fingers lightly tickling the back. Gloria started inching further down into the chair, her legs spreading wider on their own. This provided Jon a perfect view up her skirt, which answered his question - pantyhose, sheer-to-waist, with no panties! 

He put her leg down and leaned in to kiss and massage her full thighs. Starting at the knee of her left leg, he slowwly worked his way up to were leg and pelvic bone meet. Hearing no protest, he repeated the action on her right leg, pushing her skirt up around her waist as he went. Kissing the inside of her thigh, then the soft space of tendons between thigh and puss, moving upwards to the top of her mound, then back down the other side to the opposite thigh. 

Besides some soft gasps and moans, neither had said much. Before zeroing in on her, and finishing the job, Jon risked the silence and said, " My, Gloria, that's very naughty of you, not wearing panties under your hose." 

"Mmm, I..., I was in a rush this morning, and couldn't find a matching pair. I didn't think it would matter, " Gloria answered. "After all, it's not like someone is going to check..."

Both of them enjoyed a nervous chuckle at that. Gloria added, "I hope you're not disappointed".

"Oh, no. In fact, just the opposite. I love it when a woman is dressed like you. It's very sexy. And trust me Gloria, you are a very sexy woman," Jon said passionately. 

By now both of Gloria's feet were rubbing Jon's cock and balls through his pants, but he wanted, needed, to feel the direct contact of skin on nylon. To his delight, she suggested it. "Why don't you take you cock out, so I can see it." 

Jon quickly opened his pants, and pushed them down to his knees. He placed her stockinged feet on either side of his cock, creating a nylon foot-pussy between the high arches of her feet. Gloria quickly got the idea. Pressing her feet together, she stroked his cock up and down, feeling and seeing it grow harder as she did so. After a few minutes, she took one foot and massaged his balls. With the other, she continued to stroke his erection, pressing it against his abdomen for support. If her feet on his cheeks felt exquisite, then this touch was heaven. 

As she alternated between techniques, Jon was feeling very good. He went back down on her to return the pleasure. Licking and kissing circles around her sex through her nylons, slowly drawing her in. The cotton crotch panel of her hose were now completely wet, both from Jon's saliva and her flowing juices. He sucked greedily at them, trying to taste as much of her as he could. 

Taking his hand and rubbing her mound, he tried to push a finger through the 'hose. Pushing nylon and finger just past the opening of her pussy, before the material wouldn't allow him to go further. Again he pushed and was stopped. Push and stop. Push and stop. Eventually, the nylon was pulled up tight into her sex. He moved the cotton panel out of the way so he could suck at her clit through the pantyhose.

"Mmm, God, stop teasing me," Gloria gasped. She had opened her blouse and was squeezing and massaging her breasts. 

Gloria had always liked the way nylons felt on her skin. Stockings were a nice touch, but pantyhose felt better. The way they hugged and caressed her from her toes all the up her legs and enveloped her round butt. Whether they were sheer-to-waist or control tops, they always gave her a warm, sensual feeling. The sheerer and silkier the material, the better. Like these Wolfords she was wearing today. She never thought to call it a 'fetish', she just knew she like the feeling.

Unfortunately, her ex-husband never felt the same way. He would have wanted her to stay home and wear baggy sweat pants and such, keeping her hidden from the outside world. That, and other things, was the reason for the divorce. Now, this man who she barley knew, was 

not only excited by the same nylon she was, but was doing things to her that her ex never did. 

"Uhmm, God, please," she groaned again. The nylon barrier creating a delicious tease-and-denial action between Jon's lips and fingers and her pussy. Her hips started to bump against his face. 

All thought of professional decorum lost to her now. The only thing she wanted was sexual pleasure and release. To feel this man's hot tongue on her bare pussy. To feel his fingers, his tongue, anything inside of her. She didn't care if anyone walked in on them right there. God, what a site they must be! The usually proper Personnel Director with her skirt up to her waist and a man's face buried between her spread legs and her feet stroking his cock. With that third person image in her head, and the sudden realization that she hadn't locked the door, only seemed to heighten her arousal. 

Jon instinctively knew what she needed. He too wondered if the door was locked. Time was now of the essence. Pulling the nylon away from her skin slightly, he tore a small hole right near the soaked crotch. He made a hole just big enough to expose her beautiful pussy and nothing more. He paused for a moment to view the site before him. 

Her bush of black hair was trimmed short, and made a nice ring all the way around her pussy. Her outer lips were full and puffy, her smaller inner lips just peeking through. Even now, she was visibly moist and gaping slightly, ready for him. Her distended clit yearned for direct contact. Jon gave her what she needed. Affixing his mouth to her pussy, shoving his tongue inside, and sucking her clit between his lips. 

"Ohhh, yess. That's it... Suck my puss-y-y!" she gasped. 

Sliding one finger in, he slowly worked it around inside her. When he felt her open up to him, he inserted a second finger, working her over with a steady rhythm. Turning his palm up, his fingers searched for, then found, her spot. Rubbing that spot with alternating rhythms and sucking on her clit and rolling it with his tongue, did the trick. 

"Oh, God... Uhnn.. keep doing that... Uhhn... your going... (gasp) to... make me... "

She bucked and spasmed against his face. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers. Her body becoming rigid as her hands clamped down on the armrests of the chair. Trying to remain quiet, she began to babble in ecstasy. 

"Umm... yeah...Nggh...Oh! Yessss! Oh... lick... mmngff...right there... right there.. yeasss... Uhn! Uhn! Hmmm..." 

As she came down from her orgasm, Jon lifted his face from between her legs. His face was covered with her juice. She looked at him through half closed eyes, watching as he cleaned his face and fingers with his talented tongue, savoring her juices. Suddenly, she had the urge to join him. Leaning in, she sucked his fingers into her mouth, cleaning herself off him. They kissed passionately, sharing her secretions still in his mouth. 




The Interview



Jon was just about at his limit, too. Taking hold of her feet again, he wrapped them around his cock and started fucking her feet. Gloria responded by pumping her feet in time to his thrusts. 

"Yeah, that's it, baby. Come on. Fuck my feet. Fuck my feet and cum. Cum on my feet, baby!" Gloria couldn't believe she was saying such things, and found herself still aroused. 

Jon grunted in response to her dirty talk. His body tensed, his eyes closed, and with one more thrust, released into his own orgasm. Clamping her feet tight, he sprayed cum a foot into the air. The following spurts covering her feet and ankles. Gloria found the site so amazing, she came again herself, barely touching her pussy. 

They sat there for a few moments, neither quiet believing what they had just done. Finally, Jon recovered his thoughts and dressed himself while Gloria did the same. 

"Ah, well..." Jon started. 

"Yes, well..." Gloria said. Both stumbling for the right words. 

"Listen..Gloria...I... well...I.. I don't know what came over me. I've never done anything..." the words spilled out of Jon's mouth. 

"No, Jon. Don't apologize. I should have... well... That was the most amazing..." 

Gloria never got to finish that statement, for at that moment Rebecca knocked twice and peaked her head through the door. 

"Ah... Gloria? Your next appointment is here." 

"Uh, yes. Ah, thanks, Rebecca." Gloria looked at her friend, who had a knowing smirk on her face. 'So, the door was unlocked,' she thought to herself. 'But, how much does she know? I'm sure she never opened the door before.' 

In spite of the obvious disheveled looks of both parties involved, Gloria and Jon tried to regain their professionalism. Gloria stood first and extended her hand to Jon. As she did so, she quickly slid her feet back into her shoes, where she felt Jon's cum squish around her toes.

"Um, yes, well, Jon. Thank you for coming today. I mean, the interview. I enjoyed that. I mean, we'll let you know. About the position.." Gloria again stumbling with her words. 'Crap! I better get it together and quick. And Rebecca is looking right through me, like - she knows!'

Jon saved her by shaking her hand, and, trying to sound as together as possible said 

"Thank you, Gloria. I thing we could work well together. I'll look forward to hearing from you."

And with that, Rebecca showed him out. 

Gloria called to her as she left. "Uh, Rebecca? Could you give a few minutes before you send in the next, uh, applicant?" 

"Sure thing, Gloria" Rebecca said with a smile. "Oh, and Gloria? This time, be sure to turn off your intercom!" 

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The Interview



Interviews always make me nervous. I guess that's true for everybody, but sitting here in this office waiting for my name to be called I really don't care about how anyone else feels about it. I watch the secretary that I am hoping to replace file through paperwork looking tired, weary, and ready to leave. I try to look calm and collected while tensing and relaxing my thighs. I now regret wearing the white knee high stockings because my calves are itchy with a slight veneer of sweat, but they look good with the Mary Jane's that I'm wearing. I suddenly regret the choice of shoes, however, worrying that 3 inch heels may not be professional enough for this office. I take a shaky finger and trace the big, brown flowers on my ankle length black skirt. 

"Jessica, Mr. Richards will see you now," the secretary announces in a perky voice, startling me. I stand, adjust my white button-down top, and take a deep breath as I walk towards the giant, menacing door. I suddenly think that maybe I should take down my hair. I once knew a guy who found it very sexy when I put my hair up in a sloppy bun with a clip, but I wonder if this makes me look a little too severe. I start moving my hand up to my hair as the giant door suddenly swings open. I whip my hand back down to my side as I stare right into a pair of beautiful, deep blue eyes. 

"Hello. Come on in. I'm sorry I had you waiting out there so long. I know that can only make you more nervous," he laughs as he says this, displaying a comforting, somewhat goofy smile as his eyes twinkle with a curious delight. I eye the black suit he's wearing. With a white shirt and a red tie, he sports a simple power look. I slide into the office in the small space he leaves between himself and the door jam and take notice of his towering height (of course, at 5' 3" everyone towers above me), and his broad shoulders. Something inside of me wants to poke the slight softness of his stomach that comes with men his age. 

"Have a seat, Ms. Oppenheimer. Is that right?" he asks as he flashes his gracious smile at me once again. I'm lost in a segment of fantasy, imagining running my fingers through his thick, dark brunet hair as his head hovers between my quivering thighs.

"Um...eh...yeah. Oppenheimer, that's right. Please, call me Jessica...if you like," I can feel my cheeks heat up with a blush as my response stumbles out of my mouth. He walks behind his desk and takes a seat, the power seat. He takes my application out of his desk drawer setting it on the desk as I take notice of his large, work-roughened hands. I start tensing and relaxing my thighs again, but this time for a different reason. 

"Now, tell me about your job history. It says here your last job was at a car dealership?" he questions me so professionally. I try to steady my voice and concentrate as I describe my past duties, but I can still feel the heat in the flush of my cheeks and it makes me even more nervous. I'm suddenly aware of the roundness of my perky, young breasts underneath my conservative top. I can feel the hardening of my nipples as I watch his long, rough fingers toy with my application. 

"Excuse me, I just made a fresh batch of coffee. Does anybody want some?" the damn perky secretary interrupts my inner fantasy and my outer qualification description. I figure that something to hold would probably calm me a little bit.

"Sure. Can you just make mine black?" I respond, almost sharply.

"Can you put a little cream in mine? Thank you," he answers in his smooth, rich voice.

The secretary pops out, and I turn back to him to find him staring intently at me.

"I...uh...," I stumble yet again. By this point, I'm sure he thinks I must have a speech impediment.

"Um...you were describing your past work experience," he reminds me as he snaps out of some secret thought. I continue speaking, as I wonder if he finds me attractive. I start doing all the little unconscious flirtatious movements that women do. I motion to my breasts as I speak, rub my thigh, and start slowly twirling my foot. The secretary pops back into the office with the coffee, and leaves hurriedly to answer the ringing phone. I start to take a sip, but I notice the light color of my coffee.

"I'm sorry, I believe she gave me yours," I tell him as I stand up to give it to him.

"Ah, so she did," he says as he also stands. Surprised by his rising, I drop the coffee mug on the desk, soaking my application and splashing his pants.

"Oh my god, I am sorry!" I exclaim as I feel my possible position here slipping away from me. I grab some paper towels that are sitting on a side table and run over to him trying to pat his pants dry.

"It's alright," he laughs as he looks down at me on my knees pawing at his crotch.

"Oh...I'm sorry...uh...here," I say nervously as I hand him the towels, blushing an even deeper shade of red.

"Well, it's quite alright," he whispers as he smiles down at me. However, this time it's a different smile. A flirtatious, inviting smile. He reaches out his hand to help me up to my feet. I take it, and start to stand as I trip and fall against him. I push him down into his seat and fall on top of him. He laughs as I struggle to get up, and I notice the hardness in his crotch. 

"You know Jessica," he whispers into my ear as he pulls me toward him, "You're very cute, especially when you're blushing." My breath catches in my throat as I realize I didn't imagine the flirtation in his voice. My shock is obviously apparent on my face. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," he mumbles nervously.

"No, it's okay. You've got a very sexy smile," I return the compliment hopefully in a soft shy voice. I decide to be daring. I lean forward and kiss him, reaching my hand up into the hair at the back of his neck and sliding my fingers through it. He returns my kiss aggressively, sliding his arms around my waist and caressing my behind with his large, cool hands. I slide my knees into the chair, straddling him. His hands move up my blouse, grazing my back with his rough palms and moving them to my stomach. One hand slides out of my blouse and moves to unbutton the conservative garment. I settle my throbbing pussy down onto his crotch and feel his hardened cock. As he slips my top off over my shoulders, I start to grind against him. He moans deeply, as he unhooks my bra, freeing my swollen breasts. He massages one of my breasts with his hand, scraping his rough palm against my pointed nipple. I untie his tie, unbutton his shirt, and start kissing his chest slowly as I look up at him. His eyes meet mine and he smiles, almost embarrassed. 

"We really shouldn't be doing this," he whispers, almost apologetically. Again, I flush with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. This really isn't normal for me to do. You just, I don't know, inspire such action," he whispers, laughing softly. I'm reluctant to leave his lap, even though I know I should. I catch his eyes again, as we both pause expectantly. 

"I'm sorry," I whisper as I slide out of his lap. "You're a very attractive man. I'm sure you have office personnel hitting on you all the time," I laugh, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Not really," he chuckles, "I guess I'm a little too old for the girls around here."

"No, not at all," I whisper as I chuckle softly. I run my fingers down his chest, and he grabs me and pulls me back into his lap. He kisses me roughly, and slides his hands over my back to find the zipper of my skirt. The sweet sound of unzipping sings in my ears, as I lay against his chest once again, feeling his racing heartbeat. I slide down his lap to let the skirt drop below me, and then slide down to the floor to unzip his pants. I reach inside and pull out his throbbing cock. A wave of desire floods over me, as I tease the tip with my tongue. My hair still clipped up, my glasses sliding down my nose, I watch him enjoying this act. He moans deeply as I take the whole head of his cock into my mouth and suck softly. I slide his cock into my mouth deeper, as I play with one of my breasts. He starts breathing faster as I slide his cock in and out of my pouty lips, sucking harder. He reaches down, grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me back up into his lap. I straddle him once more and feel his rock hard cock sliding against my soaked panties, eagerly searching for an entrance. I tease his cock this way for awhile as he sucks on my breasts, biting them softly. He lifts me up and lays me on his desk. He slides my panties off, toss them somewhere in the mess of my conservative outfit, and drops down to his knees. He kisses and sucks my inner thighs, filling me with intense pleasure, as shown by the liquid gushing from my pussy. He stands, takes one of my hands and uses it to massage one of my breasts. 

"You're a very beautiful girl," he whispers as he smiles sheepishly at me. I giggle with utter pleasure, as he moves my own hand down my stomach and between my thighs. He uses my hand to massage my clit and I feel the wet, sticky flood in my pussy. I yearn for him to be inside of me.

"Oh god," I breathe up at him, as desire dances upon every nerve-ending in my body. He takes my hand and brings it to his mouth, sucking the juices off my fingers. Then he slides his throbbing cock into my flooded pussy. I shudder with pleasure as I feel the walls of my pussy struggle to expand wide enough to swallow his massive cock. He slides in and out of me slowly at first as he lowers down to kiss my breasts. I bite my lip trying to stay quiet, and yet I want to scream out with pleasure. He slides in and out faster now.

"Harder," I moan my command. He starts pumping harder, pounding against my pussy. I clench my teeth, trying desperately not to cry out and alert the whole office of our actions. I can feel the heat in my pussy building into an orgasm. And suddenly, the phone rings. He pauses abruptly. I open my eyes to find him eyeing the phone nervously.

"Oh god, the real world's calling. It's my secretary," he whispers, "Shh." He answers the phone, "Yes Carlie?"

"Mr. Bradley is here to see you. Would you like me to buzz him in?"

"Oh shit. It's my boss," he mumbles to me. "Just give me a moment to finish up with Jessica. The interview is almost complete," he tells his secretary while trying to keep his voice steady and friendly. I muffle a giggle.

"Yes sir, Mr. Richards." He slides out of me, clumsily retrieving his clothes from the floor. His hands shake nervously as he slips on his shirt and tries to button it. Strangely calm, I slide off the desk and reach out to button his shirt for him. He laughs gently as he reaches out one of his great, coarse hands to caress one of my bare hips. As I finish buttoning, he slides his arms around me and pulls me close to him.

"I'm sorry for the, eh, interruption," he murmurs into my ear. I pull away, laughing, and collect my clothing from the floor when I notice a particular article missing.

"I can't find my panties," I whisper.

"I slipped them in my drawer. You don't mind if I keep them, do you?" he asks me flashing his goofy grin.

"Sure, but that means you have to buy me another pair," I laugh, winking at him. We both finish dressing quickly. I try to breathe evenly to slow my rapid heartbeat. I take notice of the coffee stain on his pants that started us down this path. He sees me peering at the stain.

"Don't worry about it. It's something to remember this day by," he quips, while pointlessly brushing at the spot. "Well...um...I couldn't possibly deny you the position," he says to me, laughing, "I'm sure you'll do a fine job. Can you start Monday?"

"Absolutely. Thank you," I respond, giggling. He then walks me over to the once menacing door, gives me a quick kiss on the lips, and opens it.

"Thank you for coming in Ms. Oppenheimer. I'll see you Monday," he says in a friendly, professional voice almost too loudly. I slip passed him out the door and just slightly graze his body with my own. I slowly walk towards the elevator as I watch him reach out to shake his boss's hand, smiling at the thought of what that hand was doing only moments prior. Before they go into his office, he flashes me a quick, filthy grin.



The Interview



For the first time when I wanted to appoint a personal secretary I put an advt and called unmarried smart and experienced girls, many girls turned up and I started interviewing the girls asking them all about work and the girls I like I also enquire if they have a boyfriend, if they can stay late, and then after clearing the other girls I have selected some six girls whom I again interview, this time I ask more personal questions like if they have had any sexual experience and finally if they will agree to show me their body, out of the six four agree and of these two are virgins. 

My real interview begins now the first one whose name is Sharon is quite experienced and though she has a regular boyfriend who fucks her quite often she also gets screwed by other guys whenever she finds a nice guy and she was screwing her previous boss, I now ask her to show me her boobs and her cunt, she comes near me asks me undress her myself, I first open her shirt and then her bra, her breasts are quite big and sagging a bit I squeeze them and then I lift her skirt she is wearing a small lace panty which I pull down and see her pussy I start feeling it and then I put my fingers in it, its really dripping and also quite big which is clear sign that it has been screwed quite often. 

I call the second girl who was a virgin, I asked her about her sexual experiences and she said that she had not screwed but had sucked her cousins cock and even had her cunt fingered and also masturbated regularly but had not screwed as she did not get the right guy and also an opportunity, she went on to say that she liked and was about to say something but stopped , I think she was going to say that she would love to get fucked by me. I then asked her to undress, she quite readily removed her shirt and her bra and showed me her boobs -which were not very big but firm exactly the type I liked, she then was about to pull down her jeans but asked me if I could show her my cock , I agreed and she pulled down my trousers and removed my tool and held it then removed her jeans and then her panty, her cunt looked nice I felt it and put my fingers in it , it was really hot and juicy but quite tight as she was a virgin, I then asked her to masturbate in front of me, she said she could if I could tell her some sexy story.

I then started to tell her how I would screw her in the open air on a beach, as I started she sat on the table in front of me and brought both her hands in front of her cunt and started fingering it, it got me really excited and I also put my fingers in her cunt to help her and continued the story of how I would strip her on the beach and make her suck me and how I would spread her legs and lick her cunt, where other passerbys could see her getting screwed, as I told her how I would put my cock in her cunt she screamed and came, she saw that I was excited and asked me to fuck her but I said some other time and asked her to suck me instead, she got down to her knees and took my cock in her mouth and though she was not experienced she was very good. 

I started fondling her breasts and she sucked even faster and made me ejaculate violently, she willingly sucked all my juices and said that she always wanted to do this as she had seen it in a blue film at one of her girlfriends place. I now called the third girl who was not a virgin but had been fucked only twice recently by her cousin, I asked her the details and she said that she had been to her cousins place to sleep as her parents were away and as there was no other room she had to sleep in the same room, as she was used to sleeping only in her bra and panty she removed her clothes and got into bed , her cousin said that he normally slept in the nude and if she minded , she got a little excited and said no , so he stripped and she saw him nude and then as they were not feeling sleepy she asked him for some book so he gave her some horny book with explicit photos which made her horny and she started masturbating then she asked him about his girlfriends and he started telling her of how he called his girlfriends to his room and stripped them and fucked them and at one time by chance two of his girlfriends had landed at the same time and he had screwed them together.

As he was talking all this he got excited and came near her and seeing her hands in her cunt he got even more and horny and wanted to fuck her , she resisted but he would not listen and started to first suck her cunt and then in spite of her half hearted resistance he entered her cunt, initially it hurt her a little but once his cock was inside her cunt she just could not stop screaming and had came and was much better than her masturbating , after this fuck she was always eager to fuck and next fuck was with a neighbour who was married but when she knew that his wife was away in the evening she went to his house in a sexy dress with out any bra, seeing her he got excited and started a blue film and they screwed right in front of the TV on the floor . while she was telling me all this I had stripped her and even fingered her cunt which was full of juices and by the time she had finished her story I had made her come and even sucked her juice and her boobs. The last girl was again a virgin but was really sexy, I started asking her why she remained a virgin and she said she had just passed out of a girls college and all girls were very horny but as they could not get any guy they remained horny virgins, they all saw blue films porno magazines and also played with each other, I then asked if she would undress herself. 

She requested me to remove her clothes as she wanted to strip me and see my cock, I agreed and removed her shirt and then her Bra , her boobs sprang out and I could not resist holding and sucking them , then I pulled down her jeans and her panty and made her lie on my table as I wanted to see and admire her body , by this time she had completely undressed me . I had laid her on the table and started with squeezing her sucking her boobs and then licking her stomach I came down to her cunt, in the meantime she was holding my cock and excited as she was seeing and touching a real cock for the first time and I taught her how to play with it. I now spread her legs and opened her cunt wide and started licking it and sucking her juice which was flowing she said that though she had been licked by girls many times but this was just superb and she said that she wanted to lick my cock, I got up and lied down on the table and made her to start licking my cock she knew little as she had seen in the films and her eagerness to suck made it very exciting, she licked for some time and as I was about to come I stopped her.

I then asked her if she wanted me to finger her cunt of suck it and make her come but she pleaded me that she wanted to get fucked and preferably in a proper bed as it would be her first fuck, so I called the other girls and said that I would appoint two of the four girls and I would decide after a few days and let them know, I presented each of them with a blue film and some sexy books and sent them home. Now I took this girl to a hotel where I had taken other girls, the receptionist gave me a knowing smile as she knew what I was up to, and after the girl was away she asked me when she could come to my room for a fuck, I had always wanted to fuck this girl so I told her that after I screw this girl I would call her. I took my new secretary to the room and told her that now as she was my secretary she would have to obey my orders and she said would eagerly obey, I sat on the bed and asked to stand in front and start stripping she removed her shirt then her bra and then slid her jeans down and very slowly and sexily brought down her panties.

I then told her to first rub and squeeze her breasts as she was doing this and enjoying it I asked her bring down her hands to her cunt and finger it this excited her and she immediately started to finger it and it was obvious that she was used to this but she said that this was more exciting because she was doing it in front of me, by this time I was really excited and went near her and asked her to remove my clothes, she stripped me immediately and without my telling started to suck my cock, and after a few minutes I forcefully removed her head from my cock and took her to the bed and started sucking her, suddenly the door of our room opened and the receptionist was standing there and apologetically said that she was so excited that she could not resist and requested that if we did not mind she would sit and watch us fuck.

I asked my sec she said she did not mind and in fact it would make it more exciting so I got down to lick her cunt and then as I noticed that she was really excited I spread her legs and entered her cunt, she was so excited that she shouted with pain and pleasure, as we were fucking the receptionist had lifted her skirt and was fingering her cunt openly, we fucked for some time and both came together I then removed my cock full of her juices and lay on the bed, at this the receptionist came and asked my sec if she could suck my cock as she always liked to suck cocks full of juices, my sec nodded and this girl got down to suck and suddenly as this girl was sucking my cock my sec got behind her and started to lick her cunt, seeing this I was excited and my cock was hard again now my sec took charge, made this girl lie on the bed opened her legs and took hold of my cock and pushed it into her cunt and made me fuck her . Comments are welcome.



The Interview



When the New_Times sent me to the set of "Toys Not Boys" to interview newcomer Bridget Young I was very hesitant. I do not do fluff pieces and I do not interview porn stars. I did rent a few of her movies before heading to Southern California to conduct my interview. I did not see anything special about her performance to warrant my interest and I still could not understand why the New_Times was interested in doing an interview with Miss Young. From my research, I found that Miss Young mainly performs with other women and likes to use sexual aids, both in giving and receiving. I had to admit that watching Adult Movies is something I normally do not do; and a scene with two women does not normally interest me. But there was something about her performance that had me wet. I found myself reaching for my battery-powered boyfriend, the one I keep on my nightstand. 

After my long flight to LA and checked into my suite at the Bonaventure Hotel and prepared for my interview with Bridget Young. Before going to bed, I checked out the movies available to rent. As part of my research, I checked out the adult movies and found that from the twenty movies listed, nine featured Miss Young. I then realized that she was probably the hot thing in the industry.

At 9:00 the Studio had sent a car to pick me up and take me to the set to conduct my interview, below is the result of my interview.

Amy: Hello Bridget I am glad you agreed to conduct this interview for our magazine.

Bridget: It is my pleasure. These interview also help me, so the pleasure is mine also.

Amy: So I have to be honest with you. I do not normally watch Adult Videos so until just a few days ago I did not who you were or how you got your start. So, lets start at the beginning. How did you start in Adult Movies?

Bridget: I do not understand "Starting in Adult Movies?" I do movies that are geared towards an adult audience but I did not start one day doing these movies. It would be like asking John Wayne when he started to do Cowboy movies. 

Amy: Okay I understand. Okay when did you start doing modeling and movies?

Bridget: Well that is hard to explain also. Let me tell you my background and let you decide for yourself when things began, will that be okay? 

Amy: That works for me.

Bridget: Okay, I was in high school working on a student newspaper. My mom worked at Dutch Girl Magazine and submitted one of my advice columns to her editor. She liked my work and offered me an advice column in the magazine.

Amy: My notes show that you were born in Holland, is that correct?

Bridget: Yes, I just came to the United States a few months ago.

Amy: So what type of magazine was Dutch Girl?

Bridget: It is like your glamour magazine. Fashion tips for young girls and stuff. I did a column that was mainly "How to" advice. You know things such as how to braid your hair and such. Besides writing the column I also modeled for the pictures. It was a lot of fun.

Amy: So that is how you got into modeling?

Bridget: Well sort of. You see the only modeling I was doing was for my advice column. Some of the pictures required some nudity and I was okay with that.

Amy: But this magazine was designed for young girls why the nudity?

Bridget: Well it is hard to give advice and demonstrate how to shave with out do some nudity. Everyone is a little more open in Amsterdam so we did not think anything about it. Along with pictures for the column the magazine offered the how to advice in a video format that we posted on the magazine's website.

Amy: What type of how to pictures did you do that required nudity?

Bridget: Well how to shave was probably my first one. First, it was shaving underarms and legs and then pubic area. 

Amy: Didn't your parents have concern with pictures and videos of you shaving your pubic area?

Bridget: No, not at all. You would have to spend some time in Europe to understand. And I also remember the first time I shaved myself and how when I nicked myself it hurt for so long. So, by showing girls how to do it right would save them some pain.

Amy: What other how to advice did you give that required nudity?

Bridget: Well besides the shaving, the part on feminine hygiene was the next one where my genitals were the main focus.

Amy: What type of "how to" was this series?

Bridget: Most of it was around your period. You know how to put on a sanitary napkin, how to insert a tampon, how to douche.

Amy: That did not seem a little strange?

Bridget: Not at all. We timed the photo session around my period and just took pictures of what I would have to do anyways. We went through a whole box of tampons for the session trying to get the perfect shot. I had to keep inserting and removing. People don't realize how many pictures it takes to get that perfect shot. Or how long it takes. I also went through several types of tampons. Some with applicators and some without. There are some from Eastern Europe called Blutsteckers, which means blood plugs. They were these big cotton balls with a wooden ring. They were terrible. You also had to use this belt with a string that ran between your legs and through the wooden ring to keep it in place.

Amy: They sound like something I would not wear. You also mentioned something about douching.

Bridget: And then the douching set took a long time. You wouldn't believe how many types of douches are out there. Some with disposable bottles some with a bulb that you squirt and some with hoses that connect to the water spigot. At one point, I had over a liter of water inside me as I tried to shoot a huge stream across the bathroom. 

Amy: It seemed that you got very involved in your work.

Bridget: I tried to be as informative as possible for these girls.

Amy: Was there anything you would not do?

Bridget: No, if girls had question and the magazine thought I should do it I did it.

Amy: When did you start doing other work outside of the Dutch Girl magazine?

Bridget: Well an American producer seen my article I did on masturbation and wanted me to do a video for him.

Amy: The Masturbation series was for Dutch Girl.

Bridget: Yes. It started with mainly using your fingers or rubbing against something and then moved to vibrators and dildos.

Amy: Was this set hard to do?

Bridget: Yes for several reasons. First, I did not do much masturbating at the time so I had to have some of the other girls at the magazine show me what they did. At this point, all I was doing was rubbing my clit. I learned about using the water faucet and showerhead. I must have had a dozen orgasms while doing the piece.

Amy: It sounds like you had fun?

Bridget: Oh yes a lot of fun, but also a little painful. I never did any insertion when I masturbated. So the first time I used a dildo I still had my hymen.

Amy: So you were still a virgin at this point?

Bridget: Yes, I was. So, I had trouble inserting the dildo until my hymen broke.

Amy: So you popped your own cherry?

Bridget: Is that what you Americans call it?

Amy: Yes and as I remember, it was a little painful.

Bridget: My was very painful and I bled a lot. I made a big mess and all of it was all on video. The pictures in the magazine did not show me pooping my cherry.

Amy: Popping your cherry.

Bridget: Oh sorry, popping my cherry. Again, like the famine hygiene series I used several size dildos and vibrators, which took a long time. In the magazine there where only about six pictures of me masturbating but the video was about thirty minutes long. And included my cherry popping scene. Some of the dildos where pretty large and even with my hymen broken I still had trouble inserting.

Amy: Was this video designed for the girl who read your magazine?

Bridget: Well that is when I found out that my little "how to" videos where becoming popular not only with the readers of our magazine but of some of the girl's brothers and fathers. I was soon getting offers to do other videos from outside the magazine.

Amy: Is that when you came to America.

Bridget: Yes right after graduation I came to America to do my first video.

Amy: Do you remember your first scene?

Bridget: Yes. I played a schoolgirl and I had a teacher who seduces me. She did most of the work. I kind of just let her do things to me. Most of my early work I play the young innocent girl. 

Amy: What kind of things do they do to you?

Bridget: Well they go down on me and make me cum and use vibrators and dildos on me. I remember the first time this older woman who was playing my Aunt used a strap-on dildo on me. I had never been fucked before it was like getting my cherry popped all over I was sore for days.

Amy: I notice that most of your scenes are with other women. Why is that?

Bridget: Because it is fun most of the time. In fact, I have never been with a man. As long as I can make movies with other women, I will be happy.

Amy: So do you consider yourself a lesbian?

Bridget: No not at all. I would someday like to meet a man and get married and have a family. I like playing with other women but my heart will be with a man.

Amy: How many movies have you made?

Bridget: About 100. That includes the "how to" ones I did for Dutch Girl.

Amy: That is a lot of videos are you famous back home?

Bridget: I am not a big star but I have girls who know me from the magazine and their parents know me from my videos. I sign autographs for all of them.

Amy: What is your current video about?

Bridget: It is called "Toys not Boys." I am in a girl's school and after a girl gets pregnant, the school is trying to find a way to keep it from happening so we start using sex toys on each other. I like this because it is like my "How to" video that I first did where I get to demonstrate how to use different toys. In the European version, we even have a cherry-popping scene, but that scene is edited out of the US version.

Amy: Well I see that they want you on the set. I want to thank you for this interview.

Bridget: I am glad you came out. I hope this makes a good article.

This is where the interview ended. As the driver took me back to the hotel, he handed me a package and told me that Bridget had asked him to give it to me. I went upstairs to my room and opened the package. It was a videotape of her scenes from her Dutch Girl "How to" videos and some of her scenes from her adult career. As I watched them, I found myself very aroused and began fingering myself as I watched Bridget's young wet pussy on the screen. And sure enough, her famous cherry-popping scene was included. 

I have an open invitation to join Bridget when she goes back to Amsterdam. I wonder if the New_Times will pay my expenses for another story. 



The Interview



"I know I could do the job, Uncle Pete. It's the interview I'm frightened of. What if he asks me loads of difficult questions?"

Sally was the girl next door and as girls-next-door go she was hard to beat: a slim 19-year-old brunette with dazzling blue-green eyes, full lips, and the cheekiest tits I've ever seen – perky as anything and swelling just that little bit more every time I had the chance to sneak a look.

I wasn't Sally's uncle at all but she'd called me Uncle Pete since I'd moved in six years before and I'd never tried to stop her – it seemed to bring us that little bit closer together. We'd always got on well; she was always bright and cheerful. And she'd become increasingly flirty around me in the past year or two, especially since my divorce, sometimes giving me a hug or kiss for no apparent reason. But I was more than 10 years older than her and though she lit up my loins every time she walked into the room, Sally had always been out of bounds. The most I ever got was to have those lovely tits brush against me when she decided to give me a hug.

That day, when I met her in our street, she was telling how she really wanted an office manager's job that was going in a little software business in our town, much like the company I ran myself. She'd just finished a business course at college and although I knew she'd done very well at it, there were half a dozen women going for the job and she was easily the youngest and least experienced at job interviews.

But I had an idea, one that could help her and give me the chance to spend some quality time alone with this sexy young thing.

"If it's the interview that's worrying you, I can help," I said. "I know exactly what kind of questions you'll be asked, so why don't I just interview you first?"

The next day she arrived at my office shortly after five, just as old Mary, my own office manager, was knocking off for the day along with the other staff. I'd been thinking things over as I lay in bed the previous night and decided I definitely didn't need Mary around.

Sally had followed my instructions to the letter. She rang the doorbell, introduced herself and asked politely for Mr Jackson – the name of the man who would be interviewing her the following week. I'd put on a suit for the occasion and shook her hand formally after buzzing her in. 

"Good afternoon Miss Harris. Please take a seat."

She was dressed in a grey business suit that I remembered her buying for a part-time placement the previous year. It was neat enough, but she'd clearly grown a bit since she'd bought it and her tits, encased in a crisp pink shirt, were pushing hard against the jacket. She'd put her hair up, her long, tanned legs were bare, and she was wearing a pair of black shoes with a moderate heel.

Sally had put her CV and application through my letterbox that morning and I spent the first few minutes of the interview going through them, complimenting her on her marks at college (she'd got a distinction) and the clarity and presentation of her letter.

I then asked her a few obvious questions, why she wanted the job, what she knew about the software business and so on. Easy ones at first, then steadily a bit more probing.

I was impressed, very impressed. Every answer was pretty much spot on and none of them sounded rehearsed. She gave the impression that she really wanted the job and would be perfect for it.

If it were up to me I'd have hired her there and then. But this wasn't a real interview and I wasn't planning to let her off that easily.

"You are clearly very well qualified for the job, Miss Harris," I said. "But I do see one major problem."

"My age?" she asked quickly.

"Your age? That is of no concern to me, as long as you're up to the work," I said, in the most pompous tone I could muster. "No. What concerns me more is your looks."

"My looks? But Uncle Pete..."

"Mr Jackson," I said, interrupting her harshly. "Yes, your looks. It's not enough that you simply have the qualifications to do a job. You also need to fit in with your colleagues, especially in a small people-based business like mine."

"But what do my looks have to do with it?" she asked, clearly surprised by my change of tack.

"Miss Harris, please take off your jacket and hang it over the back of your chair. That's right, thank you."

I breathed in deeply and took a long look at her as followed my instructions. She really did have the most perfect tits – they seemed to have almost a life of their own, even in that stiff pink shirt. The time had come to try to get a much closer look.

"In any business, productivity is what counts, and it's my job to ensure that nothing is allowed to interfere with it," I said. "I won't be the first person to have told you, Miss Harris, that you are a most attractive young woman, and not just for your pretty face or nice long legs. You also possess a most magnificent chest, and that, I think, is a major part of the problem."

"But Unc... I mean, Mr Jackson, why would my chest be a problem?"

"Think of its effect on the male members of staff," I said. "I appreciate that today you've made an effort to dress conservatively, but you're young, as you pointed out yourself, and I can't imagine that you'll wear a stuffy old suit every day. Like any young woman, you'd be tempted to wear shorter skirts, perhaps the odd low-cut blouse or T-shirt. And with a body like yours, the result could be a marked increase in frustration among the male members of staff. Productivity could suffer."

Sally stared at me in silence for about 10 seconds, before the sparkle came back into her eyes and a smile played over her shapely lips. 

"Can I ask you a question, Mr Jackson? I don't know your business well, not yet anyway. How many male members of staff do you have exactly?"

I tried my best not to smile back as I replied. "At the moment, Miss Harris, there's only me, and Mike the programmer, although I'm not too worried about him. You'd obviously be working most closely with me, but that's not the point. You must realise that this is not personal – it's a question of ensuring a happy and productive office. That is my only concern."

Sally smiled again, but wiped all sign of it quickly from her face before her next question.

"So if I were to come into the office wearing a low-cut blouse, or maybe a tight shirt that accentuated my, uh, breasts, your productivity would suffer?"

"No, I'm not saying that the office productivity would definitely suffer if, ah, you were to come to work thus attired," I said. "But it might do. 

"Consider that shirt you are wearing today. You've chosen it very well for an interview – it is both pleasing and neat. But during a busy day at the office, one or two of your buttons might come undone, maybe even three. And that could prove distracting for male members of staff."

Sally looked straight at me and stifled another smile.

"You mean like this?" she said, and casually undid a couple of the little white buttons. "Or even like this?" she added, undoing another. Through the gap that opened up I could clearly see the inner outlines of both her beautiful breasts. 

"Yes Miss Harris, you understand me perfectly. If I may say so, you seem to be a most bright young lady. From where I'm sitting, I can now see down the front of your shirt and, in certain circumstances, it could be most distracting."

"So Uncle.. er, Mr Jackson," she said. "Would you want me to come to work covered up more and to keep all my buttons done up?"

"No, Miss Harris, you've missed the point again. If I tried to make you dress too stuffily, then it would be your productivity that would suffer. And that wouldn't do at all either. You're young and you need to express yourself."

Sally's eyes sparkled as she looked at me and slowly, very deliberately uncrossed and recrossed her legs (like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, although unfortunately the length of her skirt prevented much of a view between her thighs).

"I see, Mr Jackson. So you'd let me dress, er, how I saw fit, maybe with the odd short skirt or dress? Or maybe, in summer, a little strapless top and a pair of shorts? "

"Of course. It's not my job to tell you how to dress," I said.

"But if," she said, barely able to suppress her grin now, "If I decided to dress like that and it had an effect on male members of staff, how would we be able to prevent a productivity problem?"

"Miss Harris, may I congratulate you again. You've come to the crux of the issue. As any businessman knows, all problems have solutions. You could even say that every problem is an opportunity in its own right. We have a problem, therefore we have an opportunity – all we need now is to find a solution."

Sally and I sat and stared at each other. This busty young girl had already had a most noticeable effect on my own male member (though that was hidden beneath my desk) and I was tempted to get up and rip open the remaining buttons on her shirt.

But I had a game to play, so I continued.

"So far, Miss Harris, our discussion of the problem has been somewhat hypothetical. Maybe if we could examine certain individual situations more closely, we could start to work out a solution."

"Yes, er, Mr Harris. I see what you mean," she said. "I think that's a very good idea. Where should we start?"

I took another deep breath. 

"So far we've been in a formal interview situation, with you sitting over there and me here behind my desk," I said. "Obviously, if you were to get the job, we'd be getting closer, physically I mean. You might have to come and stand behind me, and look over my shoulder, for example, to help check a letter or document of some sort."

Sally stood up and walked around my desk until she was standing just behind me. I could feel her breasts pushing up against my shoulder and smell the faintest perfume as she moved in behind me.

"Like this?" she asked, gently increasing the pressure on my shoulder from those perky young tits. "Oops, I think another button's come undone."

"That's the kind of thing that's only to be expected, Miss Harris, in a busy office environment. If I move my head only a few inches to the left, like that, I can clearly see down into your shirt. To be honest, it's already having an effect on me."

"Is your productivity suffering, Uncle Pe.. Mr Jackson?"

"Not yet Miss Harris, but it might do and that wouldn't be good, for the company as a whole. I'm sure you understand the gravity of the problem."

I swivelled round and reached up to the front of her shirt, where I slowly undid another button. It was almost half open now, and her breasts were on full display in a perfectly-chosen white lacy bra.

"You see, Miss Harris, when your shirt buttons start popping open and we're working in close proximity to each other, I might be sorely tempted to reach up and touch your young breasts. Like this."

I slid my right hand under the lacy cup holding in her left breast, which seemed to quiver under my touch. I took hold of her hard little nipple and tweaked it gently between thumb and forefinger.

"Ooh," she said. "I see what you mean. That feels good."

She slid her hand down my chest towards my lap and asked: "But what about your problem, Mr Jackson? Shouldn't we do something about that?"

I took yet another deep breath as she ran her fingers across my erect penis. This suit would definitely need to be pressed again after this interview.

"I think you're missing the point again, Miss Harris, although not by very much. This isn't my problem, it's our problem, that's how we like to work in this office. And I don't think we should rush into partial solutions – we need to find an overall solution for the problem as a whole."

"Take our time, you mean?" she said, her fingers still brushing the cloth over my painfully distended member.

"Exactly, Miss Harris. Exactly."

I removed my hand from her left breast and slowly ran it up under her skirt.

"I'm gratified to find, Miss Harris," I continued, "that your, er, pussy is warm and delightfully wet, sopping wet even. That is very good news. A perfect solution presents itself to me – but we still need to ensure proper use of resources. In the meantime, I shall remove your panties."

"Proper use of resources? What do you mean?" she asked as I pulled the damp white panties down to the floor.

"I was thinking, Miss Harris, that if you were to undo the zipper on my fly, you might want to sit down and share this chair with me." I took another deep breath."That could provide a solution to our problem while encouraging full use of company resources."

Miss Harris dutifully obeyed. She undid my zip and freed my cock, gasping ever so slightly as it sprung up, hard and thick. Then she lifted up her left leg and swung it over the leather chair.

"Like this, Mr Jackson?" she said as she lowered herself onto my shaft. "Am I doing it right?"

"Perfectly, Miss Harris, perfectly. You are a most remarkable young woman."

Her pussy edged slowly, inch by inch, down over my cockhead. She was hot, wet, and deliciously tight, almost too tight. Meanwhile, I opened the remaining buttons on her pink business shirt and slipped the clasp of her bra to free those wondrous breasts, smooth and pert, and quite a lot larger than I had expected.

Sally clasped her hands around my neck and began to bounce slowly up and down on my cock, taking more and more into herself. I held her firmly behind the waist and leant forward to kiss, lick and bite at her tits. Her long dark hair was working itself free and falling down around her shoulders.

"That is good, Miss Harris, very good."

It wasn't the longest fuck of my life, but it was easily the most exciting. As she bounced on my member, Sally pushed off my jacket and ripped through the buttons of my shirt before pressing herself to my bare chest, rubbing her nipples hard up against me. We kissed frantically as the pace built up. My hands cupped her soft round arse as I slammed her up and down onto my cock.

After just a few minutes of animalistic humping and pawing, Sally screamed out: "Mr Jackson, I'm almost... there." 

"Keep going, Miss Harris, keep going. The solution is on hand."

Moments later we came together in a shuddering climax, my loins trapped under hers and her nails digging sharply into my shoulders. Our juices flooded over my precious company resource and for a couple of minutes more we continued to bounce away gently, my cock still fairly firm inside her.

Then she kissed me gently on the lips, tilted her head back and asked: "Do I get the job, Mr Jackson? Or are you still worried about your productivity."

I took another deep breath – and then made the best decision of my business career.

"Fuck Mr Jackson, Sally," I replied. "Or rather stop fucking him. It's not Jackson that's hiring you, it's your old Uncle Pete."

That was six months ago now and Sally has fitted perfectly into the company, although I do sometimes have to take her to task for her short skirts and tight tops. Old Mary wasn't too impressed by her arrival and left shortly afterwards, so I've even managed to give Sally a promotion. 

And our productivity? To be perfectly honest, I think it may have suffered a bit. But Miss Harris and I are always willing to work late in the office if something comes up and I pride myself that employee satisfaction has never been higher. All in all, it was a most useful interview. 



The Interview



The following story was written with help from a friend who wishes to remain anonymous. If there is enough interest shown, part 2 will given every consideration. All comments and feedback will be much appreciated. We hope you enjoy!

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This glossy, monthly magazine’s ratings must be falling, I thought to myself. The editor had asked me to be interviewed for an article they were considering, entitled, ‘Doms and subs, the Whys and Wherefores!” I had nothing planned for that day and it could turn out to be an amusing interlude, to say nothing of the exorbitant fee they were offering to pay for my services, so I agreed to the meeting.

Anonymity being required on both sides, I was to meet a lady whom I was to address as Spicey. In return, tongue in cheek, I told them that she would address me as Master! I could not help laughing at how seriously these people took themselves. They are primarily a magazine for the bored and pampered housewives of Canada. What’s in, what’s out, what to be seen in and what not, a sort of rulebook for the female wannabe. 

I carefully dressed in my favourite colour, which is Black. Black slacks, open necked shirt, everything, even down to my socks. Freshly showered and shaved, I headed out for our meeting and intentionally, I arrived a few minute late so I could get a good look at ‘Spicey.’ I recognised her, almost immediately. She was sitting in a secluded area of the restaurant, nervously playing with a drink. She was dressed in a smart business type suit, which try as it might, could not contain her ample charms. Her legs encased in dark hosiery, were crossed at the knee and swinging, again showing signs of her tension. I approached the table and introduced myself,

“Hello, you must be Spicey” I said in my deep baritone voice. She almost jumped out of her chair, 

“Ummmmm Yes. You must be, Master?” She asked, blushing, at having to use this term, alien, as it is, to her lifestyle, “I am ‘Spicey’ and have been sent to interview you” This only heightened the embarrassment, at having to call herself Spicey.

“Then Spicey, you can order me a beer and we can begin” I said, with a grin on my face. I wanted to judge her reaction to me telling her what to do and not to be disappointed, she said,

“Look Master, or whatever you call yourself, if you want a drink? Then get your own bloody drink! I am here, purely to obtain an interview, not to dance to your every command!” This was almost spat out, probably to disguise her embarrassment and to show that she was in charge of this interview and not me. I laughed at her over reaction and said,

“Ah! A feisty lady! I like that in a woman. It can be more of a challenge, so to speak.” I ordered a drink from a passing waiter, looked into her angry blue eyes and quietly said, 

“Can we begin now Spicey, my lady?”

“Yes” I responded nervously. He seemed to have made me a little uncomfortable and I tried not to let that show. I had a list of questions which I pulled out from my briefcase and glancing at it quickly, I made a quick decision to just start asking him them, there and then and see where it led us,

“So how long have you felt that you have had to be the more dominant in a relationship? Does it give you a sense of power to call all the shots? Are you a full time Dom, like out in public, or is it more a closed door Dom? Are you Master of more than one slave and if you are, do they know about one another? What kind of things do you command of your slave? And what form of punishment do you give them, if you are not obeyed?” 

I threw out all these questions at him, my eyes watching his face for any signs that he didn’t like my line of questioning. He had a funny kind of smirk on his face and I was left trying to figure out what those smouldering eyes were telling me. It was leaving a tingling feeling in my belly, a sense of excitement that I couldn’t quite explain., so I sat back in my chair, took a small sip of my water and waited for him to respond. 

I sensed her unease at having to ask me these questions and I could see the nervousness at being in my presence was causing her some concern. She was trying so hard to remain professional, but I knew, that even just asking me these questions, was getting her interested in my lifestyle.

“Well Spicey, So many questions? And there are so many different answers.” I replied, not making it any easier for her. “Where do I begin? In answer to your first question, I have always felt that I would like to be dominant in a relationship. To have the lady of my choice accept me for what I am. To enjoy me taking charge when we make Love, to let me do anything I want with her, but, be happy doing it. Knowing, that what she does, is giving me pleasure and ultimately, giving her pleasure also. Does that make any sense to you, a career woman, who is used to equality in her work?” I watched as her eyes narrowed and she was about to answer me.

“Wait Spicey! I will continue with my answers to your questions. A sense of power, you ask? In a way, yes it is. In the house, behind closed doors, then, yes again, but not in public. If I require my sub to be naked at all times, then, she will be. If I require that she pleasures me, when I demand it, then, she will do. In saying that however, we also will have a room, the kitchen perhaps? Where, we are equals and can discuss things. She will have every right to complain about my treatment of her and we will discuss everyday things, like any normal couple would. In my personal role as her Dom, it is on an equal footing, except when we adopt the lifestyle. I do not want a slave, a doormat or a tramp and I am also there to protect her natural desire to be submissive. She has to trust that I will do that, know that I will look after her. She will, of course, show her gratitude to me, by obeying me in the sexual side of things. 

That is bringing us onto your next question, that of punishment. Sometimes a sub will deliberately do something to upset her Dom, just to experience his displeasure, because she craves pain, or to show Him that she trusts Him not to hurt her, too much. I do not like punishing my sub; I will do this by withholding her pleasure, I will tease her mercilessly and not allow her to climax and that is as much a punishment to her, as a flogging might be to another. Occasionally, I will administer pegs to her breasts, but, she knows that I will not leave them on for long. When I finally remove them and suck on her tender flesh, she almost cumms immediately” 

I laughed evilly at the reaction to my answers. I could tell that, to her own discomfort, she was becoming aroused by my answers, wondering if she could be a sub. Wondering, what could make her trust someone, so much, that she would willingly do his bidding? I looked deeply into her eyes and awaited her next move in this game we were playing.

I found myself getting, both excited and uneasy in this interview. Not sure whether to just jump in or to continue probing for answers to questions that I didn’t know how to ask. He looked like a normal average guy, but he was turning me on and I sensed an inner excitement. I could feel my nipples getting hard against my bra and could feel a moistness forming between my legs. Wondering if this was how all women felt in his presence, wondering if I were someone that he would want to dominate. I wasn’t sure what to ask next or how to continue, so I asked for a fresh glass of water to try to calm myself down, to collect my thoughts and to stop my rampant mind. He left the room to get it and I stood up and rearranged my clothes. On hearing him coming back, I sat down quickly which caused my skirt to ride up and expose the upper portion of my thighs. Damn I thought, what will he think, that I am trying to come on to him? He handed me the glass and had a twinkle in his roving eyes. 

Returning to our table with her glass of water, I spotted that she had hastily adjusted her clothes and sat down again. I smiled inwardly and wondered if she was deliberately showing me more of her thighs, or if it was a pure accident. I also took in quickly that she was wearing stockings, as I could now see the tops, but mostly, however, the tablecloth hid her from the view of the other customers. I could see her blush as my eyes absorbed all of this while passing her the glass and I swear she almost dropped it in her confusion.

“Well Spicey, does that explain a little about me and the Dom/sub relationship? Or should I proceed further?” I asked, still with a gleam in my eye. 

“Master, if you would care to continue, I am finding this most fascinating” She replied, obviously still uneasy at having to call me Master and trying to hide her embarrassment at, dare I believe it, becoming a little aroused? She kept her eyes averted and fiddled with her notebook.

“Spicey!” I almost barked and she instantly looked up into my eyes,

“When we chat, please pay attention and look at me at all times.” I said more quietly, but I could see a look of fright pass briefly over her face, as she realised that she had almost answered me with a, ‘Yes Sir!’ 

“That is better Spicey; I like to know that I have your attention” I continued chatting and telling her about my theory that certain women, in positions of responsibility, liked to give up their every day dominance and become submissive to the right man and I could see her blush deepen further. Had I found an Achilles Heel in this Spicey lady? Was she beginning to pay more than a passing interest in this interview? I thought that I would test her out and leaning forward, I placed a hand on her very hot knee and whispered,

“Spicey, I want you to do something for me. Go to the ladies restroom and remove your panties, come back here and give them to me. Feel what is like to be a submissive; it will maybe help with your article? Will you do that for me?” 

Would I do this? Could I do this? I slowly got up, almost in a daze and headed for the ladies room. When I got there, I looked into the mirror, my face was flushed and my eyes had a glaze over them. Walking into an empty cubicle, I proceeded to take off my black satin panties. I noticed they were damp and I wondered how I could dry them before I gave them to him. There was moistness between my legs and my clit was tingling. I touched myself and my mind drifted back to him sitting at the table, wondering what was going through his mind and I finally decided that I should head back and see where we went from here.

There was a musky odour from my arousal that I could smell and silently I prayed that he wouldn’t notice. I placed my panties in my purse and headed back to the table and as I approached, I watched his eyes staring at me, wondering if I had done what he bade me to do. I sat in my chair, my eyes cast down, opened my purse, handed him my panties and said,

“Master, these are what you asked for.” I sat back and as his hand reached across and took them, he lifted them to his nose and sniffed deeply. A smile crossed his face and he welcomed me back. 

“Welcome back Spicey, from the smell of your panties and from the flushed expression you are wearing, I am guessing that this interview has got your attention at last?” My eyes never left hers as I said this; I even smelt a faint odour emanating from her, which had to be arousal, I put the panties into my pocket and continued,

“I have some literature and videos on the subject of Dom/sub relationships in my apartment Spicey, if you would care to pursue this further?” I said, still looking into her eyes intensely. This stunned her for a moment, I could tell! Would she be doing anything other than following up on an article, she asked herself? Or, would she be accompanying a man, who she barely knew, to explore more than a mere article? Her face was telling me a lot, the hesitance and therefore not a refusal, the glazed eyes, maybe of arousal; but the damp crotch of her panties, told me even more.

I agreed to go with him to his apartment, feeling that I wanted to know more but also aware of how turned on he had made me. Watching him as I agreed to his offer, I saw his eyes smile at me and I wondered, to myself, what he had in store for me next. Was he inviting me just to show me his things or did he have an ulterior motive. Somehow, it didn’t seem to matter anymore, I wanted to go with him and to learn more. 

By giving him my panties, I felt that I had given over a small bit of control already and it seemed okay and as I stared at his crotch, I realized that he wasn’t totally unaffected either. We stood up to leave and I felt his hand on my bottom. Could he feel me, feel my muscles tensing? We walked out and got into his car and his hand on my buttocks was strangely comforting. 

The leather seats were cool on my warm skin and as I sat staring out the window, not sure where to look, I felt his hand on my knee. It was slowly sliding up under my dress and I felt my legs begin to spread open, allowing this intrusion of my privacy. My body started to shake, he spoke no words when he touched me, he felt my clit, then down to my pussy lips, feeling the moistness there and then he withdrew his hand and a small moan of protest came from deep in my throat. Vaguely I heard him speaking. 

“Spicey, I see you still like to adorn your pussy with pubic hair. You do know that most subs shave for their Doms or, their Doms shave them?” I asked her, whilst sniffing my finger and causing her to shiver as she watched me.

“Ummmmm smells delicious, I wonder if you taste as good as you smell Spicey? Touch yourself, wet your fingers and let me taste your sweet juices” Her blush deepened, even redder than before and I could see that she was fighting between keeping this interview on a professional level and giving in to her primal urge to be submissive. Looking out of the corner of my eye, I saw her hand slowly slide under her skirt and her knees part again. She caught her breath as her finger delved between the soft folds of her heated sex and she barely stifled a moan of pleasure. 

“I am waiting Spicey, let me taste you.” Still blushing furiously, that she would do such a thing with a stranger that she had not long met, she put the glistening tip of her finger to my lips and I sucked it into my mouth, savouring her nectar I didn’t give her time to consider the situation she was getting into and said,

“Raise your skirt, feel the cool leather against your skin, keep your legs parted and feel the air conditioning blowing across your pussy and Spicey, on no accounts will you cum, unless I give my permission!” I laughed when I said this and saw the look of confusion cross her face. She had no intention of cumming for me, she was here to conduct an interview, or was she? All these questions and thoughts, I could see etched across her pretty face, even as she was slowly hitching up her skirt, to feel the whispering coolness of the blower against her hot flesh.

I felt the coolness of the seat against the heat of my bottom, my heart was beating faster, my breath coming in short gasps and my mind reeled with the feelings that he had invoked. I was scared, mainly because I was enjoying this; I wanted to please him and didn’t understand why. My hand remained between my thighs, slowly stroking and I could feel my juices. I inserted one finger while my eyes watched to see what kind of reaction I would get; after all, he had just told me I was not allowed to cumm. Not that I was going to let that stop me, I wanted to see how far he would go and what he would do. 

Slowly I took my hand away and gently sucked my honey from my own finger and then I put my hand back, I had to, I wanted that feeling to continue. Stroking myself with my left hand, I let my right hand wander down to my breasts and start rubbing them through my blouse, I felt my nipples harden, God I was horny and I wanted him. He kept his eyes on the road and he did not seem affected at all. I began to wonder what he was thinking, how he was feeling and I could feel the pressure building inside me. I turned to him and asked,

"Master, how long is it before we stop?”

“Before we stop Spicey? We haven’t started yet!” I smiled as I saw the frustration on her face,

“As you have decided to play with your nipples, without my telling you, or, you even asking for my permission, you will unbutton your blouse and undo your bra, release your breasts and tease your nipples. Roll them between thumbs and fingers and get them hard leave your legs spread and keep your skirt raised Spicey!” 

Again she looked horrified at the thought of obeying the orders of a relative stranger. But, I could also see that she was enjoying this submission, even though she still tried to convince herself that it was research for a magazine article. Slowly her hands lifted, she began to loosen the buttons on her blouse and her soft frilly bra came into view. The vivid red flush was gradually spreading from her face, over her ivory smooth neck and across the soft swelling of her breasts. When her blouse was fully undone, she managed to undo the clasp and lower her bra, enough to expose them to my view. What lovely soft mounds they were too, large and firm, tipped by bullet hard nipples. Obviously, our earlier play had got them to this state of arousal.

“I am waiting Spicey!” I said in a menacing voice. I watched as she slowly did as I had asked. Her eyes closed with the sensuous feelings she was getting and I let my hand slide up her left thigh, my fingers gently stroking the soft inner flesh. I could feel the heat from her pussy and let my middle finger run along her spread lips. As I touched her already erect clit, I could hear her gasp and knew that she was about to climax.

“Ok Spicey,” I said, withdrawing my hand and putting it back on the wheel, “Cover yourself up; we are almost at my apartment.” 

If looks could kill, I would have been a dead man at that very moment! She glared at me, her frustration at being on the very edge of a climax very obvious, as she adjusted her clothing and made herself, once again, into the professional reporter. I am not sure if she had realised it yet, but gradually, she was coming under my control. I wondered, how far would she allow herself to be dominated by a man? Maybe I will find out when we are in the confines of my apartment.

As we pulled into the parking lot I tried to get myself back under control. This was a very hard thing to do, as I was extremely excited and suddenly I realized that I wanted to finish this interview very quickly. I was scared at how he had made me feel, but I was never one to let a challenge get the better of me, or so I thought. 

We got out of the car and walked sedately up to his flat, he opened the door and we went inside. He took me through to the kitchen and asked if I would like a glass of wine. I said yes, he poured us each a glass and then we went to the living room and sat down. I took my pad and pen and tried to look serious, my heart was still pounding and my body still excited. I looked at him and tried to form the next question in my mind, but when I spoke, it was to ask,

“How else can I please you” I was appalled at what I had said and when he looked at me, he had a faint smile on his face and said, 

“How can you please me, you said? Well, let me ask you something. Did you enjoy the car ride over here Spicey?” I replied that, yes I had and then he asked me if I would come and stand in front of him, which I did. He told me to lift my skirt, he wanted to see how much I had enjoyed myself and I felt my hands start to sweat. I did as I was told and exposed myself to him. I held my breath and waited anxiously for his next move.

With her standing in front of me with her skirt raised to the waist, still with no panties on and so obviously willing to please me, I felt myself becoming erect. I was amazed at how quickly she had slipped into this submissive role and at how much she appeared to be enjoying it. 




The Interview



Never taking my eyes from hers, I reached forward and placed my hands on either side of her naked thighs and slowly let them slide upwards, watching for her reaction. As I got to the top I let them encircle her tight buttocks, I squeezed gently and pulled her closer to me,

“Part your legs Spicey; I want your pussy open and vulnerable to my every whim.” With some slight hesitation, she gradually moved her feet apart and I could gaze upon those flowering open petals. As I suspected, there was a drop of juice, glistening on her folds, so I pulled her a bit closer and let my tongue run over her moist slit,

“Ummmm Spicey, you taste divine, I very much look forward to tasting your sweet cum, when I finally allow you to climax.” As I was doing this and saying this, her face took on a deep crimson colour and I could feel a slight tremble go through her entire body,

“Remove the rest of your clothes if you please? I want to inspect all of you without hindrance” Slowly, she began to remove her blouse and bra again, which she had not long ago, just replaced. I kept my hands firmly on her tensed buttocks, kneading them, stroking them and watching her face as she allowed the skirt to join the rest of her discarded clothes.

“Keep your shoes and stockings on Spicey and in future, you will wear them at all times when we meet. I will want to see your pussy, which will be shaved bare of all pubic hair, framed by them, is that understood?” She nodded her agreement and I got up and walked around her, which she found to be a little disconcerting. My hands cupped her breasts from behind, my fingers and thumbs took her hard nipples between them and slowly, I increased the pressure on them until she was wincing from the unaccustomed pain. I quickly released them and moved down to her bushy mons and let my fingers graze over her clit, 

“Bend forward Spicey, hold your ankles and keep your legs spread wide!” Again, she obeyed; and when she bent forward, her ass and slit became uncovered and I thrust my hand between her legs, roughly inserting two fingers into her lava hot pussy and I placed my thumb onto her anal ring. I gradually increased the pressure on my thumb, rubbing it round in circles against her tight sphincter and waited to see her reaction.

She gasped and said,

“Master, please don’t do that, nobody has ever entered me like that before!” But as she said that, I felt her pussy muscles gripping my fingers even tighter and her juices flowed quite freely. I let my thumb gather some of that hot honey and replaced it onto her virgin hole and replied,

“Spicey, your body is mine and I will do with it whatever I like, when I like and wherever I choose. Is that understood my little sub?” As I was replying to her I pressed harder, her sphincter opened reluctantly and my thumb entered her most private of places. Her reaction to this statement surprised me, because instead of telling me that there was no way she would be my sub and that she wouldn’t take any more of this from me, her body went into spasm and I felt her orgasmic release flood my fingers and hand and she cried out,

“Oh My God! Take me Master, use me, I want to feel your hard cock inside me!” She collapsed onto the floor, onto her hands and knees and I saw her sex, open and glistening before me. I joined her on the floor and licked my way along her thighs, tasting her nectar until I reached that open flower and gave it a deep kiss. As my tongue delved deeper and my chin pressed against her sensitive clit, I felt her fingers toying with it and I immediately stopped my oral examination of her fragrant pussy and sternly said,

“Spicey! Did I give you permission to play with yourself? You must learn that your body and your subsequent pleasure, is now mine and I will decide when you can or cannot have pleasure. Is that understood? Stay in that position, I will return soon.” I stood up and left the room to gather a few toys, not forgetting my digital camera of course, I wanted some evidence of her total submission and I laughed to myself, as I thought of her including the pictures in her article.

Wow, this is blowing my mind. What have I let myself in for? I was so horny, that even though he had left the room and had ordered me to stay as I was, I couldn’t help myself. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own, I needed release and soon. He would never know, I thought to myself, so I continued to stroke my swollen clit and felt the imminent release. My body started to spasm and shake, my breathing became laboured, but oh, it felt so good and my nectar flowed over my fingers. I knew that I was defying him; perhaps this was how I could keep my sanity, still unsure whether or not, if it was what I wanted? 

I heard his footsteps returning and I quickly put myself back into the position he had left me in. My mind was in turmoil, wondering if he would be able to tell and what he would do if he knew how wantonly I had brought myself to orgasm. I waited, as calmly as I could, for him to come back into the room. I looked over my shoulder to see his reaction and also to see what he had brought back with him. His face was expressionless and he said, 

“Spicey what have you been doing?” My mind went blank and I started to shake, both in fear and in anticipation.

As soon as I returned, I knew that she had been masturbating. The room smelt of her sex, an erotic, musky smell and one which I knew I would become very familiar with, in the days and weeks to come. She was in the same position as she was when I left, but I could see the juices coating the insides of her thighs were fresh from her recent climax. 

Her eyes were like that of a deer, trapped in the headlights of an oncoming car and when I finally said,

“Spicey what have you been doing?” She visibly trembled. It was not just in fear though, I could see in her eyes, an awakening of lust and a lust that she hadn’t known she was capable of before today. I had awakened her subconscious and she couldn’t help herself, she wanted to explore more fully the feelings that were developing deep within her soul. I smiled at her, which instantly brought a look of confusion across her upturned face and I said,

“Were you my real sub and not just a reporter on an assignment, you would have earned yourself, a taste of my flogger Spicey! When I tell my sub to remain where she is, until I return, she does it. When I tell her she is not to cumm, until I give her permission, she doesn’t! She obeys and if she fails, she knows what to expect. This is the flogger, by the way” 

I showed her my favourite means of punishment. It was made from very soft black leather, the numerous strands, hand stitched into a tooled handle and one that I was especially proud of. The handle could also be used as a dildo, the hardness and shape was perfect to bring a sub, near to climax after receiving her punishment. I would not allow her to climax, of course, that, she could only do with her pussy milking my cock. 

Spicey looked longingly at the flogger, her face showing the conflict of emotions flowing through her body. In one way, she was denying herself the fact that she wanted to submit to me and on the other; her body craved the feel of the flogger and the subsequent release that she knew I would give her. She was still hanging on to her illusion that this was an evil, but necessary part of her forthcoming article and she said,

“Master, I wish to experience what your ‘real’ sub would experience. Give me the punishment that you would give her; it is the only way that I could possibly understand the relationship between a sub and her Dom”

“Very well Spicey, but first, you will kiss the lash, before it kisses your tender flesh” I held the flogger in front of her and she duly kissed the handle and the leather strands. I told her she would receive five stripes and to count each one aloud.

Gently I let the tails run across her flawless back, onto her buttocks and down to her thighs; and I could see her body quivering in anticipation. 

“Thwack!” Her body tensed as the flogger left its mark on her soft globes and she cried out,

“One, Master” I caressed her reddening cheeks and felt the dampness between her thighs. By the time she called out, “Five, Master” her juices were running freely and she was quietly sobbing. I gave her the flogger to kiss again and this time I told her to suck the handle and get it wet with her saliva. Once she had achieved this, I slowly inserted it between her soaking labia and into her clasping pussy. Before long her hips were responding, her sobs were replaced by moans and she cried out,

“Fuck me Master, use me and please, let me cummmm!” 

Wow, was that really me begging? The feelings that he had unleashed were like none I had ever experienced. My whole body was wanting release, I was so tight, so tense. I wanted to feel his cock inside of me, filling me and bringing me over the edge. I took a moment to look at him and I saw in his eyes, pleasure at what he had made me become. This was what he wanted, me begging him for my release. But I also noted that his cock was in full erection, pre cum oozing from its tip. I licked my lips in the hope that he would allow me to cum first and then, let me make him cum. But then, suddenly he withdrew the handle from my pussy and stopped. My god, I thought I would die. He turned away and walked to the other side of the room, picked something up and then came towards me again. I was still down on the floor on all fours looking up at him, my eyes glazed with unfulfilled passion.

In his hand he carried a collar and as he approached me I backed up, not sure that I still trusted him. He took the collar and wrapped it around my neck, doing it up and making sure it was not too tight. He then attached a leash to it and holding it in his hand he moved back across the room and sat in a chair. Not saying a word to me, he pulled on the leash and I moved toward him. My teeth were biting into my bottom lip, my heart beating fiercely, knowing what I wanted to do to him but not sure if that was what he expected of me. The closer I got, the more intense his expression and I was now right in front of him. 

No words were spoken and I slowly starting running my hands over his legs, feeling the downy softness of the hair on them. I moved my hands up his inner thighs to his massive erect cock and my lips followed my hands. My eyes were on his face, watching for a reaction to see if this was what he wanted from me. When my lips approached his cock, my hands holding it and I was about to slide it into my mouth, I felt a hard tug on the leash and it brought my head up and away from him and before I had a chance to taste him, he spoke in a very quiet voice and said

“Spicey when did I give you permission to touch me, or to taste me? I can see that perhaps you might need another lesson, in waiting for permission”

I felt my insides tighten up, oh no, what had I done? I really thought that this was what he wanted, but maybe I was only being selfish, because I knew that it was what I wanted to happen. I still thought that I had control over this situation, but maybe I really didn’t. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I looked at him and waited, for what was next to come.

When I saw the tears forming in her eyes, I knew that she had crossed the boundary. She was no longer a reporter, just doing her assignment; she had allowed her submissive subconscious to come to the forefront and to behave in a manner that was totally alien to her usual lifestyle. She was not used to being in this situation, giving up control to someone she hardly knew and not being allowed to have her own way. It was the fear of the unknown that was bringing on these tears. Oh yes, she was correct in her assumption that I wanted her mouth around my cock, but, she had to discover how to gain my permission and not just use me for her self gratification.

“It would appear Spicey that you think you still own your own body? If my ‘real’ sub thought like you and pleasured herself every time she felt like it, she would live a very painful existence and she would soon, cease to be my sub. I will make allowances in your instance, because, after all said and done, this is only research, isn’t it?” I said, still using my quiet, but menacing tone. 

I watched as a multitude of conflicting emotions crossed her face. She was struggling to come to terms with her innermost feelings, feelings that had lain dormant for years, until our fateful meeting and those that she was scared to admit to herself. 

I sat in my chair, making no sound and waited. She was not long in giving in to her true nature and her soft voice trembled as she said,

“I want to be your ‘real’ sub, if you will allow me Master? I want you to teach me, lead me on the path of submission and allow me to serve your every need above mine” 

I took her face in my hands, stared into her eyes and I saw that she had not come to this decision lightly. She was a very intelligent young lady, well respected in the field of journalism and known to be very much in control over her own destiny. I was honored to be selected as her first Master, but of course, I could not allow her to know that and I said,

“Spicey, I wanted to hear you say those words, not under duress, but of your own free will and from this day on, you are mine and only mine. I will not share you, as some other Masters do with their subs, I will not abuse your trust in me or punish you without due cause and now you can have what you desired a few short minutes ago” I pulled her face towards my blood engorged penis and she lovingly engulfed me completely. She needed no instruction on this and soon she was swallowing my hot sperm as if she did it every day of her life, which she would do, from now and forever onwards.



The Interview



I feel like an imposter. But it's ok. This isn't actually happening to me. Sitting here, across from Kate Winslet in the outdoor seating area of an upscale Los Angeles café, I figure she can probably hear my heart pounding through my chest. She's chain smoking in a casual summer blouse and designer slacks, her dark red lipstick perfectly unmarred on her full lips. She turns her head occasionally to blow a strand of beautiful auburn hair off her cheek. It smells like herbal shampoo. I can detect the scent of her perfume lingering on the breeze, and it's driving me crazy. I ask her if my writing distracts her, and she shakes her head no. My hands are unsure as I awkwardly place a burgundy cloth napkin on my lap to hide the beginnings of an erection. The sun is shining too brightly in my eyes when I try to look at her, and squinting isn't exactly my most flattering facial expression. I guess you could say I'm nervous. 

She's wearing sunglasses that look expensive, and I can see my reflection in them before I lower my gaze. I hear the clinking sound of silverware and delicate plates on metal trays in the background as the serving men and women hurry about their business. There's a gentle hum of cars passing on the street to our right, occasionally punctuated by a honking horn, or someone yelling. Or both. Everyone's always yelling at someone in this city. Thankfully none of the passers-by have recognized her. Yet. That's one of the things about LA. Everyone's either too damn busy or self-important to take any notice of what's going on in the world around them. Too trendy. Too stoned. Or just too jaded. Well, today at least, I'm grateful for that. I feel like I'll be sick if I have to look at anything or anyone right now so I'm keeping a steady focus on my shoelaces and praying that I look like I know what I'm fucking doing. I'm an imposter sitting here though. If anyone would so much as glance at me they'd know it too. 'What's that kid doing sitting with a movie star?' someone must be thinking. 'Does he think he's some kind of reporter or something? He looks like he's about to hurl.' But the mindless herd of fake important people just walk on by. 

I'm a journalist major, ok? But this doesn't seem real. My newsletter doesn't get interviews with A-list celebrities, so this obviously isn't happening. My hands are sweaty. My head is spinning. My left shoelaces are slightly longer than my right, and I'm having lunch with Kate Winslet. This is what passes for a professional interview in this city. She's saying something now so I'm forced to look up and meet her eyes. She looks at me in a way that might make some people uncomfortable. It's like we're old friends, perhaps, like we've shared secrets and had sleep-overs. She looks like she wants me, I realize, shocked. I force the notion from my mind, trying to concentrate on my notes.

"...to start?"

"I'm sorry, what was that?" I'm blushing already god dammit. 

"I said, we can begin whenever you're ready, Mr..."

"Please, call me Jack."

"Mr Jack." She smiles sweetly at me. I'm already fumbling for words in my head, but nothing comes out straight. 

The waiter comes and she orders a salad that's not on the menu and some wine. He's a tall fellow, the waiter, with olive skin and slick black hair. I can see in his eyes that he's asking himself why her face looks so familiar. It'll come to him. The billboards and TV spots might help. I don't think I can eat anything right now, but I order a turkey sandwich to be polite and count myself lucky for the brief interruption, as I pause to collect my thoughts. But what I'm thinking is this; I'm thinking how I used to get off to this picture in a magazine I had of her back in high school, and it's not helping my situation here at all. I mean this is really sad, you know? Here I am, dressed in my best clothes trying to fake my way through the most anxious moment of my life, and the only thing I can think of is that damn photo and the number of times I've sprayed my load over her gorgeous face. The face that's looking at me right now. We watch the waiter take our menus away in silence.

"Are you alright, Jack?" She sounds sincere. And the way she says my name has me thinking "Titanic" and Kate's line 'I'll never let go, Jack.' I can't help but laugh.

"I'm fine, really. Just a little..." I want to cum on your face. "...anxious."

"Would you like to do this another time, maybe?"

"No, please. I think I just need to eat something." I lie.

"God, me too." she declares. "I'd kill for something real to eat. Everything is low-carb nowadays. I'm dieting at the moment, of course, 'cause I'm such a bloody cow." You quickly learn that everyone in Hollywood is on a diet of some form or another. 

"Jesus! You're shitting me, Kate. You look amazing." I'm starting to get harder, making a tent of that poor burgundy cloth napkin.

"You just called me Kate." She looks me right in the eyes as she says it and I go numb. Dizzy. I'm wishing I could crawl under the table and hide. I'm starting to really think that this was a mistake coming here, and trying to sputter out an apology, when she laughs and gently touches my arm. "I like that," she giggles, smiling her flawless smile, "it's refreshing." She's touching my arm, and my cock's aching beneath the taut fabric of my corduroys.

She lights another cigarette just before the waiter returns with our food, and I steal a quick glance at the shape of her breasts beneath her shirt, watching them rise softly as she inhales. We're sitting right under a no-smoking sign, but I'm pretty sure the waiter recognizes who she is by now, because he lets it slide without so much as a word. I can just make out the faint impressions that her nipples are making on the front of her blouse before she thanks him in her proper British accent and turns back to me. I avert my eyes hastily, but she might've caught me staring. "So, you wanted to ask me about my last film, yeah?" she says, eying me with a slight eloquent smirk.

"Well..." She's in this new film, right? And everyone who's seen it is saying it's her best role yet. They're saying she'll finally get that Oscar. I'm supposed to ask her all the typical questions. You know, what was it like to work with director so and so? What was the most challenging aspect of the filming process for you? That's the idea here, but the truth is I've already seen the film four times and the review is typed, edited and saved on my PC at home. I'd rather ask her why she chose to have this interview with my small-beans newsletter when the one she did with Rolling Stone is hitting the shelves next month. I'm also far more interested in determining the best way to excuse myself from the table without shooting off in my pants.

She's noticed that something's amiss but covers my falter remarkably well. "Well, I'm starving." she announces, reaching right across the table for my untouched sandwich. She takes a rather large bite and speaks with her mouth full. You're totally allowed to do things like that when you're a celebrity. "God, that's nearly orgasmic." she moans. I notice that I'm suddenly very hungry for that lucky sandwich. "You can't tell anyone that I'm eating this, ok?" She says this as if we weren't sitting outside a fancy restaurant on a public street. I nod, transfixed. Her secrets are safe with me. Someone walking on the other side of the street sees her and points, turning to their friend excitedly, but I'm not paying any attention. I'm having lunch with my high school wet-dream and she's eating my turkey sandwich. And she's staring at my crotch I realize in horror. She's got some mayo on her lip that could pass for a dribble of my cum when I relive this moment in my fantasies, and there's an unreadable expression on her face. I ignore the tingles in my cock as my mind races for a way out of this. Frantically, I search my brain for an excuse of any kind. And then I have it.

"W-What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?" I manage to stammer while taking a sip of water and nearly spilling the whole glass in my trembling hands. I'm really trying to be a professional here. She looks up at me, puzzled for a moment, but at least her mind is startled away from my enormous hard-on.

"I...That's the most unusual question I've been asked on an interview in some time." she says, but I notice a smile starting to form on her lips. "But then why else did I agree to this, right?"

"I expect an honest answer" I say, sounding braver than I really feel. In fact, I'm feeling a sudden wave of excited courage come over me.

"Honesty in Hollywood, Mr Jack?" she says, smirking devilishly as she swallows some wine. She licks the mayo off her bottom lip and gives me an accusatory look. I should have told her it was there. "Ok. I was caught humping a pillow when I was 15." She's not even coy enough to blush, and I almost manage to choke on my water. "It was the only way I used to be able to get myself off. Oh, that's such a dreadful word, hump. How disgusting." she laughs outrageously. "I've never told that to anyone." Despite her words, she doesn't look the slightest bit disgusted. I can see the heat rising in her cheeks, and there's a feverish intense quality to her voice as she continues. "I hadn't even realized that my flat-mate was watching me until after I'd cum. I'm one of those people who can't help but make those really loud sex noises when I'm masturbating." 

I'm remembering her turkey sandwich moan as she says this. "I turned around and she's just, you know, glaring at me in my sticky danger-mouse knickers. The skirt of my school uniform is hiked up around my waist, and I'm holding a pillow with this bloody big wet spot on it, obvious as you please. She left the room without even saying a word! Not that I blame her, poor dear. I felt so dirty and thrilled at the same time. So excited. That was when I might have realized my own fetish for voyeurism." My mouth's hanging open as she pauses to take a healthy gulp of wine. "I saw her again, my flat-mate, a few years ago. She's working at this department store in London. We spoke pleasantly, of course, and she's telling me how she loved "Titanic," but the whole time I can see in her eyes that she remembers. I mean, this is a very polite conversation we're having, me and her, but she's standing there picturing me naked again with my thighs soaked in cum, and we both know it." As Kate's saying all of this between pulls on her cigarette I'm noticing that her legs are parted under the tablecloth and her feet are toying with mine. "It wasn't even my own pillow." she concludes. This is just her reaction to the wine she's been drinking I tell myself as she exhales a perfect cloud of smoke. The shape of her pert nipples on her blouse has become more distinct now. I can smell something other than perfume and smoke in the air, but it's oddly out of place and I can't quite say what it is.

"Why did you tell me that?" I ask her, after a moment, barely able to control my own shaky voice.

"Because you've got a nice hard cock and I'd love to see it spurt." she offers bluntly. "Plus, I already told you, voyeurism fascinates me." I had hoped like mad that she hadn't noticed. Again with that smile and laugh. "And now it's my turn. How old are you, Jack?" 

I'm speechless for a full minute before managing to form any words. "...21" I tell her.

"You're so fucking adorable." And then it's happening. She's pushing her hand up my thigh and rubbing my cock through my pants even as she deftly unzips the fly. "Shhh, honey." she whispers in my ear as if we were lovers who'd done this a thousand times before. And that's when I realize that the other thing I'm smelling is her pussy. "Touch me." she pleads with giddy excitement. "Right here." she gently reaches for my hand and guides it under the table to between her thighs. I can feel the heat coming through her panties. Don't ask me how she managed to undo the buttons of her slacks without my noticing. 

"Feel how hot I am." She's actually telling me to do this. The movie star is in complete control here. She pushes my fingers up and down, over her soft silk knickers. And then under. She's breathless and wet as she releases my cock from its prison. She dips her fingers in my pre-cum and uses it to lubricate her palm as she strokes me off. She's being gentle but firm, every so often giving a tight squeeze that almost causes me to go off. Once again I'm glad we're in LA. The only place I can think of where Kate Winslet can give a hand job to a young journalist on a public street and go unnoticed.

I carefully slide my fingers through her damp, matted pubic hair and feel for her pussy lips. She's absolutely drenched down there, and I'm just waiting for someone around us to notice her strong scent. The couple to our left is arguing heatedly, and no one around us even looks up. I love LA. Kate lets out a low groan as I push my fingers into her slippery pussy and feel her muscles tighten around me, hungrily sucking them in. She's biting her lip hard and I hesitate. "Don't stop," she coaxes "I'm ok." I push deeper and she gasps and surrenders, shuddering. She's wonderfully tight for a mother, which surprises me. The warm flow from her pussy has soaked through her knickers completely. My entire hand feels as if it's in a sauna as I massage her clit with my thumb, causing her to buck suddenly. The wine on the table spills onto her blouse, but I can't tell if she even notices at this point. She's gripping my cock too hard now and grinding herself against my hand. "God, I'm so close." she pants heavily. "Please, don't stop." I hadn't planned on stopping. "Please." she begs again as her breath quickens into short violent gasps.

I can see her nipples now clearly against the wet cotton blouse, soft and pink on her plump, quaking breasts. She uses her unoccupied hand to play with them, tracing her fingers along the outlines of her areolas and sighing pleasurably, her face betraying her satisfaction. 

"You're so beautiful, Ms Winslet." I can't help but stare. My own movie star, generously sharing her pussy juice with my fingers. She's moaning as she speaks.

"I...thought (huh) you were calling me...Kate, oh!" she spasms and rocks her head back, humping my fingers desperately.

"Kate." I whisper in her ear, and the name sounds right when I say it this time. I nibble at her earlobe while she's still working her hand up and down my stiff cock. Her skin tastes salty with sweat. She rests her head on my shoulder, so close to me she's practically sitting on my lap.

"I love that." she coos emphatically. "Do you feel how wet I am?" Indeed, it's now a veritable sticky froth I'm working my fingers through, made more so with each warm glob forced from her pussy every time she clenches her muscles. "I'll show you." She moves her hand from her nipple to where my fingers are inside of her and caresses my arm lovingly, before gathering a small pool of fluid in her palm and bringing it to her mouth. Her lipstick stays intact as she licks up her own juices and shoots me a fierce, smoky look. I can feel the heat coming from her body in waves, but nothing could equal the fire in those eyes.

And then we're kissing. And she's biting my lips. I'm sucking the warm, tangy taste of her pussy off of her tongue, and I can tell she enjoys it. My spare hand trembles as I firmly cup her right breast and massage her protruding nipple. Her practiced hand works my cock even faster, while my thumb circles her excited clit. Her face is flushed, and she's squeezing my hand between her sweaty thighs and thrusting rhythmically. "Oh my god, oh my...g. I'm gonna cum...I'm...gonna..." I'm pinching her nipple hard as she arches her back, and I feel a warm flood of wetness spraying my hand and her thighs. Her pussy is contracting and releasing in tight convulsions, as she's moaning loudly. A woman looks up from her cell phone, but Kate just keeps on cumming. My cock shudders and clenches and then I'm depositing my load all over the tablecloth and her hand. "Oh, yeah Jack, that's it. Cum for me. Cum hard." Hot ropes of sticky cum are showering her hand as she tries her best to shield the tablecloth with my old friend, the napkin. I'm shooting it on her clit and pussy lips and pubic hair as she straddles herself onto me, sliding down over my lap and forcing my cock inside of her wet pussy, eagerly drinking the last drops. Her warm liquid dribbles down my cock as she humps me until her orgasm subsides. 

"You're still hard." She muses, after a moment, and kisses me playfully. She sucks my cum off her fingers and reaches for a bite of salad, pressing her breasts to my face, so I can lick her nipples under her Chardonnay-soaked blouse. Still tastes fresh. Salty skin and expensive wine. "You're going to fuck me, Jack." I look at her, incredulous.

"What, now? Here?"

"Of course not here. Take me somewhere. You have a car, right?" My mind isn't functioning properly while my cock is still buried in Kate's cunt.

"But the interview..."

"Has been rather unusual, I agree. Not that I'm complaining." She's smiling at me again like we're old friends. Like we've done this a thousand times. "C'mon Jacky-boy. You make me shoot my girly-sperm. Take me somewhere and I promise you'll have the rest of your precious interview, alright?"

"There's a park near here, but I..."

"Atta' boy." she says, grinning. "You're so cute. Can you grab my coat?" I stretch my arms out for the jacket on the back of the chair behind her and lift it around her shoulders. She deftly buttons up the front to hide the stains, then picks her purse off the table and fumbles through it for a pen to scribble something hastily in my notebook. It's her phone number. She squeezes my cock with her pussy once more before gently lifting herself off of me and pulling her slacks up. It looks like she's pissed herself with the amount of wetness her pants are showing, but no one's going to notice. That's the thing about this city, no one ever notices anything that's going on around them.

Kate Winslet. The movie star. She lights one last cigarette and puts the pack back into her purse, lazily blowing smoke at a strand of auburn hair on her cheek. "Shall we?" She puts her sunglasses back on and motions for the check. 



The Interview



WARNING: Totally self-indulgent Mary Sue. Maybe light kink... a gag to prevent screaming. If either of these is not your thing, don't read. Timeframe: Present (May 2004)

"So, the senior reporter is on location; the second lead, out on maternity with twins; one associate AWOL, one sick; one already on assignment; that leaves you." Andrew, my editor, looked worried but at least he wasn't foaming at the mouth. Yeah, me, not the youngest but the newest. New town, new job, new life, all about six months ago.

"So, Sean Bean, the actor," mused my boss, giving me that weird teeth-baring grimace he thought was a smile and cracking his knuckles. Under the desk, he cracked away at his ankles as well. The man was a strange duck. "The British can be hard nuts to crack. Don't let him intimidate you. I don't care what you gotta do, get into his head. Gimme your list." Two minutes of red-lining and scribbling later, the list of questions I'd already been working on for a couple hours was thrust back into my hands. 

"There, this might help. Read over it on the train. Then take a cab once you get into the Village. You know where you're going?" I nodded. He pushed two hundred-dollar bills across the desk. "Good. Here you go, just in case. You're buying. Get a receipt." His critical eyes raked over me. "You look good. Try not to fall on your ass, okay? In any sense of the word. People finally know who he is here, but over there, he's been top shelf for years." 

Tell me something I don't know.

"And remember, get into his head." 

I wondered if Andrew had ever heard the phrase, 'Middle-class woman's bit of rough.' Somehow, it didn't seem likely.

Fuck.

Sean fucking Bean. 

It was a fantasy and a nightmare all rolled into one. I would have killed my own mother for a go at this a year ago. It had gone to the verge of unhealthy, the depth of my interest in the little world he had participated in. It was almost lucky, the flames that had come my way when I started to write about the actors as characters. Too innocent to use a fake name despite a venomous ex who was out to ruin my life, I'd endured the wrath of my places of employment and worship. It had been easier to leave and change my name. In hindsight, that was the best move I could have made for myself. Now, the sour taste in my mouth faded but not entirely gone, I didn't want anything of it anymore. 

Except I did. 

What I really wanted, let's be honest, ladies and gents, was a chance to go home first for a little stress relief. I was going to have to be totally focused tonight, both about the interview and to hide the inevitable reaction to the man. He had to get hit on all the time; I wanted to be the one true professional. A session with the vibrator would have helped to take the edge off. But no, damnit. There was no time. 

Alighting from a generic yellowcab, I gripped my notebook and teeny tape recorder. Thank god I was first to arrive. Hard enough to walk already, without him watching me. 'Left, right, left right, that's it girl, don't trip on your heels, don't fall on your fucking face, don't catch those big hips on any narrow aisles.' Fuck. 

Nervously, I twisted the silver rings I wore around my fingers, and tugged and smoothed at the green suede-like material of my dress. Soon, there he was. His presence shone like the proverbial light in darkness. Near the door, he stood talking to the swarthy host/waiter. When he was pointed in my direction, I rose to my feet. Is that proper, for a woman to stand in the presence of a man? Probably not, but too late. 'Are you going to salute the flag, dummy? Sit down!' Fuck. 

So. He's real. Tangible. Not so much taller than me (in my heels), definitely well-dressed; he looks a little older in person, his face a bit more square, his hair even shaggier than in the Cannes pictures. He speaks quietly and moves in a way to suggest he doesn't want any special attention.

Introductions made, drinks are ordered. I suggested we take care of business before dinner. He agreed affably. "Bit jet-lagged," he admitted.

"Do you want something for it? I have both acetaminophen and ibuprophen if you can believe it." Oh, yeah, I'm a walking chemist.

The corners of his eyes crinkled. "You offering me drugs?" he queried.

"Not the bad kind!" Nice come-back...Not! I got one second of killer smirk and then he agreed to that as well. I fished through my purse to find a little box with four individually-wrapped doses and handed him one. 

"Thanks. Though I like taking pills about as much as I like flying." He pulled a face. "Well, Pam, what do you have for me?" 

Wouldn't he like to know? 

Shushing the errant thought, I launched into the interview; all nervousness flew out the window. 'I'm in control.' It was my little up-and-coming publication interviewing him, after all. He's just a guy, after all. Yeah, a guy with magnetism like a fucking geographical pole... but forget about it. Do your job, wrap it up, go home with some very pleasant memories. 

I paid attention. Scribbled, let my tape run. The man turned almost shy. He hates this, I could tell, however used to it he might be. 

"You hungry?" I asked as he eyed the far corners of the room distractedly for a moment. 

"Famished! Is it that obvious?"

"You seemed to be running low..." For that, I got a sharp look and then a smile.

The minute he put his hand up, there was a waiter at our table and menus before us. We ordered, and I continued with a few more questions about a movie recently out on video. Every answer is carefully thought out, and though he often repeated himself and used familiar phases over and over, it is not due to any uncaring, just habit. Well, I could edit. No problem. 

"In this project, you are neither the villain, a romantic lover type, nor a tragic hero. What are you?"

"An extraterrestrial." 

I gave a very loud and disgusting snort, purely out of surprise. Sean stared at me a second, then giggled. Actually giggled like a little boy. I was blushed madly and apologized at least twice. These English and their "good breeding." I was giving "Yanks" a bad name. 

"Never mind," said Sean. "Food's here, and thank god." With that, he dived in and I followed suit. The conversation became more relaxed, casual. He asked about my job, and I found myself telling him about my recent relocation and life-overhaul. Not wishing to seem either nosy or like I knew more than I should, I shied away from his current personal life and asked what his childhood was like--much different than mine! 

That I got through the meal without spilling anything was a miracle in itself. After the plates were cleared, I had only two or three last questions. When it was done, I thanked him and prepared to go. It was Friday night in New York City, after all. Certainly he had plans.

"Wai' a minute," he said, before I even stood. "Is that all?"

"Of my questions, yes. Why? Did you have anything more you wanted to add?"

"Actually, yes. So, stay." I settled back in my chair, surprised again. I'd assumed your average famous person would want one to clear out ASAP and leave them in peace. "Three things," Sean continued. "Do you want some coffee?"

"Sure. Was that 'one?'" I asked, for some reason getting the impression of mental sparring ahead. 

"Aye," he said to me, and "Coffee," to the waiter, holding up two fingers. Then he proceeded to tell me, via tape, and as fast as I could scrawl in shorthand, everything he'd wanted to say before, that didn't come up during the "real" interview. That was quite a bit. I wondered if he got this talkative much. Now I would have half a night of editing to do, to retain the true content but to cut the fluff to under two thousand words. 

"So, that was 'two," he finally stated, as we finished the strong Italian coffee. 

"What's 'three?'" I wondered aloud.

"You'll have to turn the recorder off." His voice was so deadpan, and I wasn't looking directly at him when he asked me to, I never expected what came out of his mouth next. I simply reached over and clicked the button. 

He leaned forward toward me. When his mouth was within inches of my ear, he said, very low, "Let's cut the shit, lass. Eh? Ah ca' tell by yer face yeh be wantin' me." 

Eyebrows I could keep from rising, mouth from gaping like a fish, nostrils from flaring, but not the damn blush from crawling up from chest to hairline. The heat it was generating meant I had to be the approximate color of a Maine lobster.

"'S all right. 'S no different than how I'm lookin' at you righ' now." The green eyes gleamed predatorily. 

Right. I'd been rather high off the success of my questions-and-answers flow, along with some act of god that allowed me to speak with him like a normal person... and now this? It felt like failure, somehow, that I must still be bleeding nothing-better-to-do-with-my-life, obsessed-fan-girl underneath my new supposed polish. And, 'Lass?' What the hell was that? I had a name, didn't I? I looked away from him.

"Pam." Oh, goody. He remembered my name. How nice. The tone of his voice carried a pleading note. What was that all about? "Look, I can't promise you anything but tonight. I've got two long days of pick-ups in front of me, and then I'm gone. Back to London. And, I'm sorry if you're insulted; I'm taking a chance..."

What Internet buzz I remembered always insisted what a sweet man he was. So far, I'd agreed. Up till about twenty seconds ago. My rational mind was pissed. Every thing from the neck down was demanding I throw him on the table and climb on. My response sounded strangled, at best. "On what?" Ah, my lost tongue. Thank you.

"That you'll say 'no.'"

"Something that rarely happens to Mister Sean, I take it?" Well, that was a little out of line, perhaps, particularly the sarcasm that I couldn't seem to suppress. 

He chuckled. His large, warm hand landed on mine where it was white-knuckling the recorder. "Mostly it's me who says no." 

That rather floored me, if it was true. "Well, why?"

"Don't you know? I tend to make messes of things. Got quite a track record, me." 

"Don't we all?"

"Maybe I take it too hard, then." 

I looked over at him. He seemed tense, shifting, waiting for some answer, some indication of yes or no. I stared hard into those world-weary greens. If you believe in reincarnation, which I do, they revealed a score of past lives, many of them harsh. 

"Been years since I been with a woman." Oh, the implications of that, if it wasn't just the biggest lie I'd ever heard. "Hell, it's been a while since I've been with anyone." He let that hang in the air while I struggled to keep a straight face. 

"Mexico? Malta?" I finally managed. It wouldn't do to give away the extent of my familiarity with his projects. He nodded. The latent, undead, sworn-off, slash-writing nemesis tried to resurrect. "Squeeeee!" Oh, shit, not now! I was going to be sitting in a puddle if this didn't stop. 

And, "Shit!" was all I could manage to squeak out. Composure, my ass. But I held on.

"Problem?"

"No. Mental picture."

"You're shaking, lass."

"Am I?" 

He picked up my hand and sandwiched it between his palms. It was, indeed. 

"Aye. Why?"

It was high time. If I had to kick myself tomorrow, then let it not be one the side of caution, for once, for this, for Sean. 

"Because... Oh, fuck it!" He grinned. I took a deep breath. "It's been that long; I want it that bad." I flushed again over the ungraceful delivery. "Where's your room, Sean?"

Sean's pupils jumped. Dilate; contract. The patented slow, sexy smile spread over his lips. I looked at his lips, imagined kissing them. Shit. 

"Yes, then." He was asking for confirmation.

"Yes, and please, even." 

"With cream and sugar on top?" Wicked man. 

"Plenty of that, I'm sure. Probably even seconds and thirds."

Shit. I was having pre-sex banter with Sean-fucking-Bean. What was the world coming to? 

He slid out from the table. "Come on now, before I embarrass m'self." I stood too, giving myself few seconds to balance. Then I glanced where I wouldn't have dared before. He'd been fighting the erection battle, that much was obvious. I turned away to allow him time to deal with his not-so-small problem. While I crossed the room and took care of the bill with the waiter, he fussed with his wallet, room keycard, shades.

When he was sufficiently distracted and in control, he collected me and we set off toward his hotel, up two short blocks and halfway down a long. I marched at his side, pointedly not behind. Realization set in. My body felt like it had gone all soft and melty. I was over-conscious of the swaying movement of my hips, the jiggle of my breasts, the exaggerated 'female' walk those heels necessitated. Sean watched from the corners of his eyes, as if for any sign of weakness or change of mind. Every few seconds, his eyes flashed to the front. Well, one of us needed to watch where we were going. 

Once at the hotel, we had to wait for the elevator. The thing was ungodly slow. It stopped at every single floor on the way up, whether someone needed it or not. I stood in front of Sean and leaned back into him. His heat sunk into me through our clothes; I could feel the firm thighs and the mass between, the taut torso, those damn fine, strong shoulders, soon to be laid bare by my own hands. Sean brought one arm around the front of me and gently caressed my waist, flank, up to the underside of one breast. The peak was so tight and achy. 

Sean was on the ninth floor. Finally the geriatric elevator released us. A hallway. His room. Behind me, he clicked the light switch. His hand came down on my shoulder. I was pushed against the wall, lifted bodily and then Sean pinned me to the wall, his mouth hard and wet over mine. Our tongues tangled together like playful river animals. I kissed back with all my lust. He forced my legs apart and around him; they folded over his hips and gripped. One of my hands went into his thick blond hair, one to his face, to trace the planes and lines as we kissed. There was no subtlety, just driving raw need. Our eyes remained open, taking in all the frightening consumption of it, feeding off each other's reactions. His larger body rocked against mine, hands near mauling me in his urgency; I couldn't get enough.

"Put me down!" I gasped finally "Take your clothes off!"

"Aren't you the bossy one, Pam?" he laughed, a bit breathless. He let me wiggle down and spun me 180-degrees, unzipped my dress and drew it overhead in one quick pull from the hemline. Before I gave a thought to it, he had broken the thong panties I wore in two places and thrown everything aside. 

I turned; he was working at his own clothes, too. Jacket slid off, mock-turtleneck shirt pulled off revealing the chest I had to touch with hands and tongue while his breath grew short and heavy. Now he had found my breasts and he caressed and kneaded at them till they stung. Rock-hard nipples craved the body's release for their own little explosions. Every slide of his fingers against that highly sensate skin sent quivering shots of pleasure to my sex. Following the light trail of hair downward from the middle of his chest across his flat belly, I went to work on his belt. Sean caught my earlobe between his teeth. Another, different, set of shivers cascaded down my body all the way to my toes. When I finished with his fastenings, I pushed his pants and boxers down over his hips. He stepped out of the tangle of clothes and without a second thought, I did what instinct demanded—dropped to my knees. 

His rod stood out proudly, alive and purple with blood, from red-brown curls, the balls heavy and meaty below. The near-round head was shiny with moisture oozing from it. I reached with both hands to grasp the shaft and closed my mouth around it. 

"Oh, fuck, yeah," Sean's accent went deep 'Shire. "Suck me cock, lass!" 

Starting with the silk-over-steel head, slowly sliding my lips over ridge and valley and shaft, I pulled him in applying all the suction my lungs could muster. My head tilted back, hands extending the mouth-tube for the rest. Lips firmly gripped, tucked over teeth. Suck down, clamp, seal, up and down that throbbing hardness. It took coordination to do all that, not crack my jaw, and still breathe. In, out, in, out, at first slowly, then quicker, till Sean was shaking, pumping his hips, near-jumping with every stray lick to his phallus. I withdrew it from between my lips, shining with saliva and pre-cum. "I gotta lie down!" he said urgently.

He backed over to the large bed. I gathered his balls in one hand, following. As he lay back, I knelt between his legs, head immediately in his lap. It was getting so I felt like a total slut, and in an odd way, I liked it. He certainly wasn't complaining. The musky scent of him drifted up my nose, pheromones tickling my senses; I licked up one side of his cock and down the other, swiping the velvety head. Gently, I poked the point of my tongue into the tiny slit, and let him watch me take in his salt. "Mm, Sean!" Strings of stickiness followed my tongue as I lapped it up. 

Sean had his arms crossed behind his head, legs spread around me, something between a half-smile and a half-snarl on his arresting lips. I knew that look. Hell, I'd had wet dreams about that look. It was that of a man totally intent upon his passion, so close is he, who is in the same moment hesitant to use his partner's body as he needs to for fear of seeming the brute. That was a mouthful, too intellectual to actually say at this moment. Rather, I covered his surging organ further with my mouth, giving head till even my nose-breaths ran out and I was suffocating. Sean peeled my hands away from his cock and replaced them on his thin-skinned inner thighs. With eager hands I stroked that soft and sensitive flesh, the fine hair, the tightening sac. He gave sharp little thrusts with his hips, squeezing his ass muscles. Oh, he was lovely, slowly coming undone like that under my willful lips and tongue. I could tell he was holding off, holding back, and wondered why. 

Coming up for air once more with hands taking over for my tired mouth, I flung my hair back and asked, "What do you want, Sean?" 

He said, "Wha' you're doing is jus' fine." 

"Yeah, but that's not what I asked. Please, Sean. How do you want it?"

The reply was immediate. "Lie on yer back, then."

I crawled over him, and did it. The bed was as soft as a cloud. It almost felt like I was floating on another plane. Sean straddled my chest and fed me his cock. Some squeak or noise must have escaped me because he said, "Oh, don't worry, lass, there'll be more t' come." He smiled sinfully and thrust. And again, fast, and faster, with hips pistoning. He dropped to all fours, shoved a flat pillow under my head, and with the added leverage, stuffed my mouth full of cock. The hot, pulsing length of it hit the back of my throat; I opened and swallowed and he let out a high gasp. Every muscle tensed but he kept moving. While the rest of my body writhed on the bed in effort to accommodate the force of his thrusts, I relaxed my neck and throat. We both knew what was going on. He was fucking my mouth, I was sucking him down like the nearest truck-stop whore, and we were both eating it up. 

"Oooooh!" The man moaned, low in his chest. My hands flowed up over his hips to squeeze the powerfully flexing buttocks. His thighs started to tremble again, his breathing rasped in fits and starts somewhere above my head. The vein along the underside of his cock pulsed hard; I flicked my tongue against it in answer. Sean moaned and growled; rich blasts of semen burst into my oral cavity. I sucked till my cheeks caved, clamping my lips tighter, milking him of everything he could give. The vicious fluid tasted slightly bitter, like fish and lager. Sean shuddered, still on hands and knees, as I licked him clean, though I'd swallowed most of his offering. 




The Interview



After a moment, he lay slowly down, rolling to his back. He was satiated now, but not me; I was needy. I dragged my tingling flesh up the golden length of him and settled into his arms. He kissed my cheek, then my ear, murmuring incomprehensible words; at least they sounded complimentary. 

His breathing returned to normal and he seemed to doze. Being a tactile creature, I decided that if he was not up to giving me pleasure at the moment, then I would help myself to it. Let him sleep. Based on his native time zone, he'd been up all night. 

While he rested, I explored his body to my heart's content. Good god. The man was forty-five years old and he was gorgeous. The impression was not made in any conventional way. Up close, he looked his age, so it wasn't a fountain-of-youth thing. Maybe... just the way he was put together. The way he moved. The way he talked. Fascinated by his masculine allure, I touched him freely from ear tips to knees. My fingers glided down his chest, his stomach. He had the cutest belly button—both an innie and an outie at the same time. I combed through the springy pubic curls but left the softened penis alone. 'He' would let me know when he was ready. 

It was something like petting a sleeping lion. Would he wake up and like this, or would he find it cloying and invasive like so many men did? 

The ache between my legs had not subsided. Though I moved very slowly, I was also twining and squeezing my legs through his, arching my back, pulling in on my abs and pelvic muscles. Abruptly, he rolled and put his back to me. I wanted to screech in frustration. Instead, I stuck out my tongue and licked his back, down his spine, up over the shoulder blade. Unable to stop myself, I laid both hands on his ass and caressed the firm curvature of it. He shivered, suddenly very much awake. I ran the tip of my tongue to his neck, licked behind one ear. 

"Horny?" gruffly, was the only thing he had to say for himself. 

"Mm-hmm." I pushed my pubis against the crack of his ass.

Sean turned over again to face me. He looked into my face, eyes slitted from tiredness and something like amusement. "Tell me... are you a screamer?" One side of his mouth curved up slightly. 

"Um..." What the hell? "Not very often. Why?"

"So you have before?" 

"At times."

"Like what times?"

If he was going to mess with me, then I'd give it right back. He wanted me to spell it out? Fine. "Like, when it's really good. Or if it's really big. You know. Sometimes from getting eaten out...or when I'm getting the shit pounded out of me...." 

"Will yeh let me gag you?" Well, that was point blank. 

I stared hard into his eyes. "Either you're incredibly conceited... or ... Oh gawd!" It hit me. Sleeping Sean was one thing. This other one, alive, awake, more or less telling me I was in for the ride of my life, had fried my brain. With amazing accuracy, he bit a certain spot on my neck that makes me crazy. My eyes must have bugged out of my skull. He continued, "Y'see, just in case, I'd rather not that people hear things... These walls might be thick, but more likely they're not." 

"Oh." That was probably true. And if it was just a gag and not being tied up... "Okay, but not with something that's going to gag me in the process, alright?"

"You seem to have a fairly high tolerance for large foreign objects in your mouth." His eyes snapped with humor. 

He didn't even have to get up; there was a case or bag under the bed on his side. After rustling in it a minute, he held up a length of dark blue satiny material with a white rubber dowel, about an inch and a half in diameter and four inches long, in the middle. "Can you handle this?" I nodded, and sat up so he could tie it behind my head. My breathing would not be hindered at all, and it would muffle any noises that inadvertently escaped. A person could bite it as hard as she wanted without damaging it. That was good. No doubt I would need to...

"Oh, that's nice," he said, and laid me back down. A second later he was kissing his way down my stomach to my slit. I keep mine totally shaved, out of personal preference. "Look at that bald little cunt," he drawled, pushing my legs apart. And then, his mobile lips and tongue were right there, right where I needed them so badly. Sean shifted around till he was lying in the vee of my legs, legs that widened their position of their own accord and ...

My nether lips were peeled apart and that tongue stroked my quivering, itching little nub. I couldn't even watch. From the get-go, my clit went into hyper-drive. Sean's tongue, warm, wet, drag-rasping over my surfaces, found the places that needed friction the most. Far be it from screaming, I was near hyperventilation. Little mewls escaped from behind the gag even as I bit down on it. 

He raised his head. His mouth and chin were coated with my juices. "Grab the headboard," he suggested. I stretched both arms up and found it. Then, that tongue again. Two long fingers pushed up into me, sliding in slickness to the knuckles. I tightened those muscles around his digits. My legs moved all on their own to the oddest configuration: one foot flat on each of his arms, but bent double at the knees and flat to the bed. Sean spread my folds back and took the jutting but tiny knot of nerves into his mouth, still swirling crazily. I bore down on his hand, which he shoved back hard with. The long-delayed orgasm approached like a freight train from hell. He licked, sucked, snaked his tongue till I was shaking, bucking my hips as wildly as I could with him holding me down. 

And he stopped. "Not yet , baby." I was practically crying with frustration and want. He applied the tongue-tip again. It squiggled and it circled; my orgasm crashed upon me. If not for the rubber bit in my teeth, I would've been wailing like a banshee. Molten lead exploded outwards from the pit of my belly; the tiny ticklish sex-spot under Sean's lapping tongue the center point of it all. Fingers pinched my burning nipples tightly and pulled. I was hissing for all I was worth; odd low growly noises rumbled in my chest. My legs tried to snap together over suddenly over-sensitive parts, but Sean leaned his weight forward to keep them open. 

Then he was on me, fully on top of me, and "Oh, god, he's gonna fuck me!" appeared in a thought like an immense, blazing red neon sign. My cunt, still set on spasm, was filled and plundered. This time I did scream. He slid into me balls-deep, spreading me wide. The solid length of him stretched me side-to-side and front-to-back. He set a hard, fast pace. There was no mercy from the start, only more and more frantic pounding. Oh, goddamn! I clung to him with ankles crossed over his beautiful back. The flexing and rippling of his muscles under my limbs only showed me how much he gave of himself, in this. 

"I'm not gonna last long... 's been too damn long," he moaned. I didn't care at that point. I'd already come once and was well on the way to another climax. I might have been on my back on a bed, but my insides were seething with vertigo, rushing with every slide of him in and out of me. Sean's hands moved all over my body, what he would reach of it. He pulled my hands above my head and held my forearms down. Not losing his rhythm, he assaulted my breasts, sucking one nipple then the other so hard the already stiffened peaks lengthened in his mouth. Finally he buried his face in my neck with a harsh sigh. I felt teeth and it went straight to my pussy. Sean felt the clench and new, wet heat, too. Behind the bit-gag, I was making sounds that sounded like short, soft squeals. 

And so it was. It was eternal, if only for those moments. Unable to kiss, Sean slid both arms under me, around my back, and cradled me. His loins slapped against mine with every push of his hips. The furrows across his forehead, the dimples-lines down his cheeks grow deeper and deeper the closer he got to cumming. I got both hands between his chest and mine. His little pink nipples had tightened to tiny beads as hard as glass. I pinched and rolled them, nails scraping. Sean slammed into me aggressively. His mouth was open, even white teeth inches from my face. I wanted to feel those teeth, feel them claim skin, break skin, for the man to swallow my blood. But some things, you just don't ask.

He buried his face in my neck and unleashed his final attack. In the lowest part of my body, his steel-hard cock began to pulse. Sean crashed into me, following its rhythm. All of a sudden he reared back, grabbed both my legs right below the knees and forced them up against my shoulders. From there, he held me down and still while he took his pleasure. Rhythmic grunting deepened into a growl, and then a groaning roar. 

Oh, fuck. This was art, this was poetry and light and beauty... Wait a minute... Oh, Christ, I was gonna come. Sean whispered into my ear, "C'mon girl, come for me. Cum on my cock." 

He has one of those names that's easy to say in the heat of the moment. As it stood, I'd had plenty of practice. From behind the gag, I said it. I moaned his name, clamping down, shoving him in, hitching my hips into a half-arch to draw him in still deeper. Taking what friction was needed, I grabbed his ass to pull him tightly against my intimate parts, and rubbed my clit against his body. His cock twitched hard; hot seed burst from him, flooding into me. I watched the orgasm move across his flushed face, rip through his still-open eyes. 

"Sean..." A second one snuck up on me, and I flew screaming quietly over a cliff of sensation like an enormous freefall, all centered deep in my belly. He spurted his last but remained, lowered his head and collapsed heavily. His weight on me felt so good, the texture of his moist skin, his breath upon my neck, of his chest pressing my breasts flat and his slowly softening member slipping from me. I reached up, behind my head, to untie the bit-gag. The ties had slipped into a knot; he had to help me. It was a delight just to be there, to be inches from his face, to actually stare at him, to stare so intimately at my (no, not my) Sean as he concentrated. He kissed me. It was gentle, soft, a near-careful parting of lips, the lightest touch of tongue. 

For the umpteenth time that night, he surprised me. Sean had never struck me as the type for after-play. But he was. Perfectly. His large, articulate hands ghosted slowly over the hills and curves of my body. It was more relaxing than arousing; it was so damn wonderful. His warm body snuggled up against me under the light sheets, his arm draped over me, legs entwined just like before when I'd been desperate to have him, only now I had and the fulfillment of it nearly overwhelmed me. I wondered how much he could read in my eyes. That was a scary thought.

After fifteen minutes of the placid hand- and lip-play, his eyelids began to droop. Regretfully, before I could fall asleep, I kissed him one last time and slid off the bed. 

"Where do you think you're going?" he rumbled behind me. 

I spun around, not having expected any contest. "Home. I have an interview to write up." 

"You have till Monday."

"No, till tomorrow, four p.m. That leaves my editor an hour before the deadline to the night run. It goes in on Sunday." 

"I have a laptop. And this hotel has Internet ports if you need them. Stay the night. Do your writing tomorrow while I'm working. Then we can play some more." He grinned, humor and lecherous-male plastered on his face. Naked Sean in the bed? Who the fuck could resist that?



The Interview



I have been so overworked that I simply can't keep up with the workload - filing, preparing reports, and all the never-ending meetings. No matter how many tries I make at organizing my time, I always fall behind or miss an important meeting or appointment. If I don't miss it, I am late. I need a personal assistant to keep me on track even though I am not senior management. I DO report to the management and the Board and I have to be better organized.

I called up Human Resources a week ago and they promised that, once I got approval from my boss, they would get someone for me. Of course, my boss gave his immediate OK since he suffers most when I am late. It was another week before HR called me to say they had found someone who would be perfect but her experience may be overqualified for what I need. I wanted to meet her anyway. An interview was set up for 3:30 the next afternoon.

I was a little nervous since I had not done a lot of interviewing in my job and although HR screens everyone, I knew that if we didn't click, then I would have to start all over. I tried my best to tidy my office and straightened my tie as the time for the interview approached but I was just too sloppy and disorganized. Guess the assistant might as well see what she was getting into!

As 3:30 on the dot, a knock on the door announced my visitor. I crossed the office - wiping my sweaty nervous hands on my slacks - and opened the door. My breath caught in my throat and I was speechless - there you stood and you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. You greeted me questionably and I finally found my voice and croaked "Please; come in and have a seat"

As you passed by me, I could smell a faint sweet flowery perfume that made my head swim as I watched the sway of your hips as you crossed the office; WOW! I closed the door and hurried across to hold out the chair for you and, as you sat, I reached over my desk to get my notes and to gather my thoughts. I pulled a chair to sit at an angle in front of you - perhaps 15 feet away to allow distance, crossed my leg and while you reached down into your purse on the floor beside you for your notebook and pen, I gazed quickly over your body. You were wearing a white silk shirt with a shawl collar and the top two buttons were undone to reveal just a hint of cleavage. Your skirt was about an inch above the knee and loosely flared out in tan pleats as you arranged it about you. Your slender legs (oh those glorious legs) were clad in the sheerest of nylons and you were wearing strap shoes (tan to match your skirt) that exposed your arch and with I would guess a 3" spike heel. As you crossed one leg over the other, you started to gently swing the upper one. It was almost mesmerizing!

I cleared my throat and looked up into your eyes - your lips were curled slightly upwards at the corners as if you had caught me in the act of checking you out and I blushed slightly - and we commenced the interview. I asked and you answered all the questions pertaining to experience, the job requirements, salary scale, benefits (I grinned inwardly at this hoping that with such I beautiful woman it might be ME who realized some benefits) but know this was not wise. After giving you an opportunity to ask any questions of me, I asked if you were interested in the position and when you could start; the response was a 'most definitely' and 'immediately'. I couldn't have been more pleased and, since this was a Friday - I glanced at my watch and it was past 5:00 already! - I asked you if you could start Monday morning at 7:00 since I am an early person in order to get work done. You said "No problem; I can be even earlier if it helps" but I reassured you that although I start early, I often work late as well and asked if you had family concerns that might keep you from staying late the occasional time. You told me that you were divorced with no children so your time was your own - you just wanted to rebuild a career. The job was offered and accepted and we parted with a somewhat long handshake (I didn't want to release that soft hand!) as you walked out of my office.

I couldn't concentrate so I went home - stopping at a local cafe where I had a lonely dinner and a bottle of wine and then home to my empty bed. I tossed and turned that night and woke throughout the night with myself covered in sweat and my own cum - I had been dreaming of that angel I had just hired. By Sunday night, I was so exhausted, I simply fell asleep on the sofa watching a bad movie and awoke somewhat refreshed at 4:00 am. I showered, dressed and was in the office with coffee made by six. Shortly after 6:30, I heard some noise outside my door and getting up to check, found you (dressed in a short tightly fitting yellow dress that showed every wonderful curve) hanging your coat in the closet. 

"You're half an hour early" I said surprised at your dedication on the first morning.

You smiled "I wanted to be in to organize my desk and make the coffee before you arrived but I see you beat me to it." I had already put some supplies out on your desk including a laptop computer linked to the network so we could share files, pens, paper and other stuff. Also, I had a new coffee cup waiting for you and, since I was going to get some more for myself, offered to show you where it was. As we walked side by side to the kitchen area, we chatted easily. I felt more at ease now and asked if you would bring your coffee and we would go into my office to discuss some priority projects and get better acquainted since we would be working so closely together.

You sat down across from my desk and as you crossed your legs, the hem of your slim dress shifted higher on your thigh to expose the lacey top of your holdup stockings. It was as if you didn't notice and I quickly raised my eyes to yours. The first time you called me by my surname, I told you to call me Don as long as I could call you Sandy and, by the way, I get my own coffee and if I am on my way to do so, I would likely offer to get yours. I want us to work closely as a team so that was agreed. The rest of the day flew by as you settled in and through the next couple of weeks, we began to see a major difference in how smoothly the office and workload ran. It was all due to your influence and I spoke to my boss (who was very impressed) about getting your probationary period accelerated so you could be given a significant raise. He agreed so I put that in place immediately and you came into my office once you heard about it with tears glistening in your eyes. You shut the door and came around my desk as I rose and hugged my tightly in gratitude. I could feel your breasts pressing against me and I became immediately aroused. I quickly pulled away to hide my obvious bulge and said you had more than earned it. 

You asked if I would go out that night - it was the end of the week - for a celebratory drink but I wasn't sure that was such a good idea. Mixing pleasure and work can be a disaster-not that I didn't want to! Then, seeing my concern, you offered instead to make me a home cooked dinner the next night and we could rent a movie and that would be it. After a moment of thought, I agreed and you gave me your address and we set a time of 7:00 pm.

I was looking forward to tomorrow as I watched your hips sway seductively as you walked to the elevators. As you turned the corner, you waved and smiled. 



The Interview



My husband needs a secretary at his office. He asked me if I wanted to "interview" for the job. He and I have wanted to have sex on his desk for quite some time, but one of his guys is always around. Finally, last Friday, he scheduled them all to be in the field so that we could conduct the "interview." It went a little like this:

I had planned my outfit deliberately. I chose a short skirt, a black thong and a tight, white, low-cut blouse that clung to my 40 D tits. I wore a bra, but made sure it didn't have padding so that my hard nipples poked through my and blouse. I wore high, stiletto heels...with an ankle strap. I wore no hose...

I waited for my husband's crew to leave, and entered his office.

"Are you Mr. BD?" I asked He smiled a sly, quick smile that told me that I caught him off-guard. "Yes, I am...and you must be (looking down at his paperwork) Miss SK?" "I am." He eyed me up and down, as if he had never seen me before, as if he didn't know what large tits and wet pussy was waiting for him. My thong was barely containing my wetness as I saw how he looked at me. "Can I freshen up before the interview?" I asked seductively? "Of course" he said, and pushed himself away from the desk. I could see through his tan khakis that he was hard..

I made my way to the restroom, and checked the mirror. I put red lipstick on, "lip finity." It doesn't come off. I had large hoop earrings (his favorite) and my shoulder-length blonde hair was tousled around my shoulders. Was it a little "over-the-top?"....yep! And that was just what I wanted.

I walked back into the office, and he was back at his desk. He looked at my "freshened up" face, and smiled another smile of content. I took the nearest seat. I made sure to remain "in character", and he followed suit.

"So, Miss SK, I am already pleased with what I see," He began. His eyes moved from my brown eyes and full lips to my breasts. I noticed that the office was colder than it had been when I walked in. My nipples began to harden, and pressed through my blouse. He noticed this.

"I hope you don't mind, but I like to keep my office cold. I find that it makes for a more pleasurable working experience, if you know what I mean, " he said, suggestively.

"I don't mind, sir. I just hope my body doesn't distract you when I get cold. It becomes somewhat embarrassing, well, right here...." I said, and cupped my hand around my left breast. I pinched my nipple through my shirt, and then looked at him." I could tell that he was becoming more aroused by seeing me touch myself.

"So, Miss, is their a certain position that you would prefer in my office?" My husband was getting ready to fuck. I wanted to seduce him a little more.

"Well," I said, placing my finger to my lips, "I am VERY qualified in a LOT of positions. Perhaps I should bring my resume over to your side of the desk, and we could discuss different positions."

"That would be very nice, " he said, and motioned to me with his finger. I stood up, making sure to bend forward so that he could see down my blouse. "

"Those are really....nice...." he said, rubbing his hands, and stopping a chill that was going through his body.

As I went around the desk, I could see that he had precum on the front of his khakis. I knew I needed to take care of that soon.

I took a seat...on his lap....and produced a pretend resume. He pretended to look at it, and then threw it on his desk.

"I'm tired of playing with you, sweetheart...I want to see what you[sic] got..." "Mr. BD!" I feigned astonishment. "What is it you need?"

He pushed me to the floor, and unzipped his pants. His bulging cock sprung out of his pants, and as I had expected, he had precum on the tip. I immediately got on my knees, and licked the head of his dick. I enjoyed the salty taste of what I had made him produce.

I took his cock all the way down my throat, slurping and gulping as I did. I licked the underside of his shaft, and rocked back and forth as I continued to suck. He made moaning noises, and let me know I was doing a great job. I pulled his balls up from his pants, and put them in my mouth. I made my tongue move them around and licked between them. I went back up to the head of his penis and rubbed my tongue around it's rim. More precum came onto my tongue, and I made sure to make a string from my tongue to his dick so that he could see me. I took another mouthful of dick, as he pushed my head down and made me take more. I opened my throat and took it all.

I knew he was about to cum, so I stood up. I removed my blouse and my bra, exposing my milky white tits and my huge, rock-hard nipples to him. He smiled, and cupped them.

"Miss SK, you are QUITE qualified in that position. Now I want to show you another position I would like to see you filled....I mean fill."

He touched my back and pushed me down onto his desk. My breasts could feel the coldness of the papers scattered there. I wondered what kind of mess we would make on this pile of business. I still had on my skirt and my black thong. He grabbed the waist of my skirt and pulled it down. Slowly, he worked my thong down over my pussy, my ass, and down my legs to the floor. 

Normally, I like to be spanked, and my husband knows this. But, being in character, he decided to say this:

"Miss SK, I think you have been a bad, bad little girl. Normally, I would spank your little tight ass for this, but I don't believe in doing that to a secretary. Instead, I think I'll spank you in a different way."

He took his long, hard dick and slapped my ass with it. He asked me how I liked it, and I told him it felt good. He said "Now it's time to give it to you the way you want it," and shoved his dick into my tight hole. He grabbed my hair and began to pump he as hard as he could. Pulling my hair hard enough, I raised a little from the desk. He reached around and grabbed my left nipple and pinched it hard between his fingers.

I thought he was going to finish this way, but he had one more surprise for me.

He knows that one of the ways he gets me to cum while he's rubbing me is to tell me that I am being forced to sit on the dick of a man whose cock is too large for me. He sat in his chair, and said "Miss SK, I'm really enjoying our fuck. Now I want you to take me a little deeper."

As he was sitting in the chair, he made me nearly stand on it, my ass toward him. He bit my ass, and told me to put my knees on either side of his legs. I could see his dick, wet with my pussy juices, sticking straight up. He grabbed my shoulders, and placed his dick at my hole. He pushed me down on his shaft, and then lifted his legs to give me all of his long dick. I leaned back on his big chest, and moaned as he pinched my nipples. He came hard this way, and then rubbed my clit until I did, too.

I dismounted and noticed that he had large amounts of cum on his still-hard dick.

"Wow, what are we going to use to clean that up?" I asked, truly innocently. He looked around his desk, and then back at me.

I knew what to do. I got on my knees, and licked the remnants of our "interview" off of his dick.

I think I got the job.



The Interview



He had been interviewing applicants for the last four hours. How hard could it be to find someone to answer the phone and set appointments? There were two more applicants yet to be interviewed, and the next one was already late.

The door opened at four. He was going to tell her thanks, but no thanks... he needed someone who was prompt. But then he saw those legs! 

She had to be at least six foot tall in her bare feet and she was wearing heels. Her tight skirt hugged her round hips, stopping about six inches above her knees, revealing long, lean, tan, very shapely legs. The top three buttons on her blouse were open revealing enough cleavage to be a tease. 

Her hair was the color of cherry wood and she had it tied back behind her neck. She was wearing black frame glasses that gave her a 'sexy librarian' look. It was like a picture from the pages of Playboy had come to life.

She extended her hand to him in greeting.

"Hi. I'm Sheila," she said.

"Kevin Lang," he said, returning the introduction.

Her voice was deep, husky, smooth. It reminded him of how his wife sounded while they were making love.

He sat on the edge of the desk in the lobby and indicated that she have a seat on the sofa. That was a mistake! 

When she sat down, her skirt rode up. Her legs were thin and although her knees were together, her thighs didn't touch. From where he was perched, on the corner of the desk, he could see up her skirt. And damn! She wasn't wearing any panties! Then she crossed her legs, and the view became even more pronounced. He couldn't look away.

He desperately wanted to get up and move somewhere where maybe he wouldn't be able to see. But he couldn't. It wasn't like he was some inexperienced kid, but without volition he could feel his cock getting hard.

She uncrossed her legs and bent forward. Her blouse fell open and he could see her breasts. He could even see a bit of nipple just above her bra. She sat up again, her skirt high on her thighs, and he could see enough to know she shaved. It took a moment for him to realize she was holding a paper out to him.

There was no way he could cross the room to retrieve it from her. His cock was nearly fully erect, and even though he was sure she realized it, he didn't feel comfortable crossing the room with it straining against the material of his pants to get out. He held out his hand. 

She stood up. That was a mistake on his part! Her skirt had ridden up to her hips. He tried to look away, but it was impossible. She pushed her skirt down, wiggling her hips in a very seductive manner.

Women openly flirted with him on a daily basis. He was used to that. Some even came on to him. But this blatant seduction was something new.

She came to him, standing so close that his knee was between her legs. She handed him her resume, then put her hand on the neckline of her blouse, running it down the open part so that his attention was drawn to her nipples protruding above her half bra. She put her other hand high on his thigh, the side of her thumb lightly touching his hard-on. She slowly began to move her thumb.

He tried desperately to control his breathing, alternately praying for someone to come in so she would step away from him, and hoping no one walked in and caught him totally turned on by a strange woman. He knew he was supposed to tell her to go away. He had a very beautiful, very sexy wife at home; he didn't want anyone else. 

"As you can see, I'm very qualified," she whispered as she unhooked the top button of her blouse. "I like to stay on top of things."

"I'm sure you do," he agreed.

She placed her palm on his bulge, rubbing his cock through the material of his pants.

"I have a rock hard reputation for getting the job done to satisfaction," she said, her mouth just inches from his ear.

She unbuckled his belt. He desperately wanted to tell her to stop, that he was happily married and this was wrong. But her firm tits were in his face and he could see her dark hard nipples; like a deer in the headlamps, he couldn't move.

She had unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, her long fingers wrapped around his girth, stroking. She stopped long enough to slide her skirt up to her hips, then took his hand and put it on her pussy before resuming the stroking action on his cock. 

He rubbed her pussy lips, letting his hand slide back to her ass, one finger sliding in the crack. He brought his hand forward, keeping his finger in the crack, gliding over her slit to her clit.

She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down fully exposing her tits. While he alternately played with her clit and fingered her slit, she rubbed her tits.

Her pussy was like wet silk. He put two fingers up her, then three, finger fucking her, her juices flowing freely down his hand. He took his hand from her pussy and rubbed it on her tit, then licked the juices off.

Standing, he moved them to the other side of the desk, never taking his mouth from her tit. He sat her on the edge of the desk, slid his pants down to his ankles, then sat in the chair. He spread her legs, then buried his head between her legs, losing himself in the sweet/sour juices of her pussy.

He flicked his tongue over her clit, then sucked on it before fucking her pussy with his hungering tongue. His cock was hard and throbbing, aching to be inside her, but he knew he could wait. 

"Fuck me!" she said at last. "I want to see your cock fucking my pussy!"

More than willing to oblige, he stood up. She was in a half upright position, leaning back on her hands. He put his hands behind her knees, pushing her legs up and apart, then positioned his cock and let the head slide on it's own into her wet pussy.

He entered slowly, letting his cock enter inch by inch until all eight inches were inside her, then pulled it out just as slowly until only the head was inside. She moaned so sexily, moving her hand so she could play with her clit while he entered her slowly once more.

Her pussy felt so good! He could feel those wet silky walls closing around his cock, pulling him in, clutching him. His cock was throbbing, his balls full and ready to explode.

She continued to play with her clit, her moans louder as he fucked her. Faster and harder, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. 

"Yes," she moaned in a whisper. "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yesss!" she cried out.

He felt her pussy walls contract around his cock, again and again, her juices flowing over his cock and out her slit to his balls. He continued to fuck her, nearly ready to explode himself. Then, in one final thrust, his cum was filling her pussy, mingling with her juices.

A moment later, he stepped back from her and collapsed in the chair. She slid off the desk and stood in front of him before sitting astride his leg, rubbing herself against his bare skin, coating him with their combined juices.

He watched her put herself back together, pulling her bra up so that just part of her nipples were exposed. Buttoning her blouse, sliding her skirt back into place. 

Then she knelt in front of him and took his now flaccid cock into her mouth. He could feel her tongue lapping, her lips sliding up and down, and knew if she didn't stop, it wouldn't be long before he was hard again.

She stood up and licked her lips.

"I love the taste of cock and pussy together," she said. "I'll see you Monday morning at nine."



The Interview



The first thing I noticed about her was her red high-heeled shoes as she crossed the hotel lobby toward me. I admired her audacity, her sense of rebelliousness against the dictates of fashion. She walked with an almost impossible cat-like grace in the shoes, the heels like slivers. I watched, mesmerized.

She extended a hand to me in greeting and I grasped it eagerly. Her skin was so warm and soft in stark contrast to my cold rough handshake. I felt self-conscious around her and the need to apologize, even though it was she who was late and had kept me waiting. She smiled when I told her my name and she said it was a beautiful name. "It means child of light, doesn't it?" she asked. Yes, I stammered, suddenly inexplicably tongue-tied. My hand was still enveloped in hers, which I should have thought strange, but didn't.

I managed to sputter out the suggestion of sitting in the hotel restaurant to conduct the interview. It seemed an innocuous place, formal yet comfortable. She seemed unsure. "It gets rather busy at this time. Maybe somewhere quieter?" she asked. My mind went blank and seeing my consternation she suggested we go up to her penthouse suite. Yes of course, I thought, and smiled. And we went.

To say she is beautiful is an incredible understatement. Even in person, away from the camera, she is luminous. I had always envied her shape, hair colour, soft lips and rounded hips in any and all magazine photo I saw, but now I saw up close how much of a disservice the cameras actually did to her. Standing next to her in the regal old elevator as we rode up to the topmost floor, standing shoulder to shoulder, I strangely did not find myself comparing our bodies or our beauty. I simply basked in hers happily.

She smelled of tuberose, heady and full in bloom, the scent intensified in the tropical heat. I felt dizzy suddenly and reached for the brass handrail to steady myself as the elevator lurched between floors. She turned slightly and smiled at me, then wrapped her arm behind me and around my waist to support me. She brushed my check with a kiss and I rested my head on her shoulder. By the time we reached the door of the penthouse suite, my own arm was wrapped around her waist as well. We must have looked like best girlfriends reunited after too long a separation.

Upon entering her suite she started to show me her treasures. The photo of her adopted son, the gigantic bouquet of white roses from her current co-star, the bracelets she had just bought that very morning in the local market. The jade, green as her eyes, was cool to the touch as she slipped the bracelets onto my wrists. "They suit you perfectly," she purred, "you should have them." I started to protest and she laughed that throaty laugh I had until that moment only heard talked about in hushed marvelling tones. It was warm and rich, playful and coy all at once. "I want you to have them," she said, suddenly serious; "Please." I could not possibly refuse.

We got down to business. We each knew our roles in this performance. My queries and her counters, the parry and thrust of two professionals. Standard questions she must have heard a thousand times, but which our readers never tired of reading; and a few questions slipped in that she didn't want to answer. I apologized, genuinely; which was strange, as I have never apologized for any of my questions during any interview I had ever done. Something in her eyes made me want to be kind. She spoke freely of her new movie, her latest heroine and how much she had learned from the character. She deftly deflected questions about her co-star, refusing to add fuel to the rumours already circling her relationship with him. Obliquely I asked if she was in love with anyone at the moment. "Right now?" she asked demurely and looked into my eyes. "Yes, I think I am."

In the heavy silence all I could hear was the hissing whir of my tape recorder and the thudding in my ears of my racing heart. I blinked rapidly under her intent stare. I must have heard wrong, I thought, or am misunderstanding her. But we are women who know the tools and tricks, the strategies and looks. I was sure I did not misunderstand.

It is a strange flattery we accept from another woman that appreciates our appeal. It does not quite offend, in fact it is worth more than the advances of men because we know the work, the effort it takes to compose our public persona, to master our skills in beauty and flirtation. It is like the praise of one great artist to another, one great writer for another. We know the sacrifice true art entails, so the praise is rare, highly valued and transformative.

I must have blushed madly, because she finally looked away, releasing me. I fumbled for my tape recorder and notebook, my mind reeling. I had run out of questions and the short period after an interviewer runs out of questions wherein light conversation may ensue was now strained and suddenly uncomfortable. A dark abyss gaped opened at our feet between us in the room, waiting.

I thanked her for her time and got up, gathering my things in an awkward shuffle. She watched me intently with what seemed a forlorn disappointment in her eyes. In my haste and nervousness I dropped my notebook on the marble floor, the sharp sound startling in the quiet room. I bent to retrieve it. So did she.

Those moments always seem in hindsight to be infinitesimally slow, like a film on slow motion play back. Fingers touching, we will swear in retrospect, which produced electricity coursing between the skins in white neon currents. The slow turning of my face to hers, inches away. Notebook forgotten, her fingers tracing my jaw line, fingertip touching the dangling earring at my ear and setting it to dance. Her breath, warm and moist, smelling faintly of spiced tea, on my cheek. She brushed a tendril of hair out of my eyes with one hand, the other at my neck and drew me to her, her mouth to mine.

In that moment I had the epiphany that is reserved only for men: the sensation of the moist lips of a woman is maddening. So tender, pliant yet strong, demanding yet submissive. The taste of honey, clove and milk was still on her lips and intoxicated me. She softly prodded my lips open, slipped a candied tongue between my teeth and pressed its tip to mine. A cascade of shivers rippled through me. We both slipped down onto a plush white carpet, my fingers snaking through her long sleek brown hair, her arms wrapped tightly around me, crushing my breasts to hers.

The dark abyss widened to receive us, enfolding and enveloping us. She kissed my forehead, my eyelids, her tongue slicked my cheek, her fluttering eyelashes caressed my lips. I felt her warm breath on the nape of my neck. I pressed my forehead to hers, listening to our breathing, rapid and heavy. My fingertips skimmed the edge of the opening of her white silk blouse, fingernails flicked open the first button, the second, the third. I felt her cool fingers slipping beneath my t-shirt, pausing at the skin of my abdomen, warming their way up to my breasts. Her other hand slid around my waist to my back, pressing her fingers along my spine as though she were reading the raised bones like a secret message in Braille. I felt her knee slide gently between mine, rubbing her smooth tropic-tanned leg between my city-paled thighs. I forgot my deadline, my flight back to New York, I even forgot the day. Was it day or night? It felt like a million years had passed before I felt the distinct pressure of her hand pressing against the cotton triangle between my legs. I nearly bit her lip in sudden shock, and drew in a sharp breath that grasped at her own. We were trembling, tumbling, into the seemingly endless abyss. But we could not fall forever and the rocky bottom came with a crash.

The telephone jangled suddenly, startling us both. I silently wished she wouldn't answer it. It rang again, insistent. She looked at me, into my eyes for some kind of guidance. It rang again. I tore away from her deep emerald stare and sat up, drawing away from her. The phone rang yet again. Her eyes downcast, she quickly and gracefully stood up and pulled up like a marionette to her full height, crossed the room and picked up the receiver. I clumsily tried to straighten my ruched t-shirt, vainly to smooth out my wrinkled linen skirt, and shakily got to my feet. I gathered my things and tried to slip out quietly, like a thief, while she spoke on the phone to her agent. But she would not let me leave that way.

"Rudy, can you hold on a second?" she asked into the phone and placed the receiver down. "Wait," she called to me. I was nearly out the door, one foot had already crossed the threshold, when her voice pulled me back, forced me to turn. I felt as though I were flying far too close to the sun, but wanted to burn my skin with its delicious heat again regardless.

She smiled and grasped my face gently with both hands. "We didn't say goodbye," she said and pulled me yet again to her soft sweet mouth for a last and lasting kiss. Charred, I kissed that blazing sun ever more fiercely. This time she pulled away, her fingers trailing along my cheeks like tendrils of lava. "Next time," she smiled as she said, "we'll unplug the phone." I smiled in return, stepped into the hallway after she closed the door and I dropped back down to earth, scorched and satisfied. 



The Interview



The perfect autumn day at work got even better. I mean I just got a raise and a promotion when the telephone rang. I was asked to meet with a headhunter to discuss a position with another company. 

The agent's office was within walking distance to my place of work. I stopped at my car in the garage to pick up my sport jacket. I walked the three blocks in the muggy September afternoon. The agent was on the third floor, and not wanting to sweat, I took the elevator. The sign next to the name on the door said "welcome to the best times of your life!" The agent's name was J. Stone. I knocked on the door and a sultry female voice asked me in. 

I took three steps into the place, and closed the door, and froze; Joie Stone was drop-dead gorgeous. She was sitting behind a large mahogany desk sporting an ample cleavage in a man-tailored beige blouse. Joie asked me to take a chair, and she asked me to talk about myself. After some talking we agreed that the position and my background were a perfect fit representing a hefty raise on top of my current salary. 

She walked around to where I sat and showed off the shortest brown leather mini skirt I've seen in some time. The brown boots she wore completed the sensual outfit. Joie decided to sit on her desk and I was shocked to see that she was not wearing anything under her clothes.

Joie caught me looking and spread her legs slightly wider allowing me a peak, but still leaving something to the imagination. She asked whether I was involved with anyone. I told her I was, to which she muttered something under her breath. She gave me the contact information and told me of my upcoming interview the following week. I was about to get up to leave when she gently pushed me back in the chair. "You maybe involved, but I still want to be the agent you'll never forget!" 

She opened her blouse and revealed a perfect pair of 38C breasts. Her nipples were like erasers with a perfect frame. Her nipples were as erect as I ever seen. She winked at me and sank to her knees and started to unzip my pants. I muttered some objections, but when she found my friend, who suddenly became my "happy friend", and grew in Joie's hand. She loosened my belt and with some assistance pulled my pants down so that I was sitting on the chair bare ass naked. Joie than kissed and teased the crown, and while cupping my balls she licked my shaft from top to bottom, concentrating on the bottom, where the nerves are. I let out a shriek and got harder than in some time. Joie teased me some and took turns in putting each ball in her mouth. She than took the whole organ in her mouth and commenced to bob up and down while gently, but firmly squeezing my balls. I started telling her that I was about to come, but thought better of it. When I felt the gush of release, she took it in stride and drained me to the point of no return. She cleaned me up and gave me a peck on the cheek and told me: "now you go get that job, and remember that Joie sent you!" 

I left and kept pinching myself for these things just don't happen to me; but they did and were to continue. My formal interview was set for the following Monday. At 9 AM I walked into the company's offices about twenty minutes from my home. Both interviews were on the sixth floor. They were obviously waiting for me, and my meetings went well. I was offered a position subject to passing the company physical. Anticipating the routine physical I was expecting it in the next few days. They had other ideas, and requested me to return for a 2 o'clock physical on the ninth floor. 

I walked into the nurse's office and was asked a bunch of questions, and was told to undress and to put on a patient's gown. A gorgeous nurse took my blood pressure and some vials of blood. The nurse, Olivia, was brunette and about 29. She didn't seem to have anything under her nurse jacket, which seemed a few sizes too large, hiding much of her charms except the long athletic legs and sexy lips. She explained that after taking my blood pressure they need to take it again after the 'release'. I inquired about the 'release', but she just told me to be patient. Within ten minutes she took me into an examination room and locked the door. 

She removed her jacket revealing a pair of tanned 36D boobs and a shaved snatch, with the pair of gorgeous legs. This site caused my pecker to stir, but I told her that I do not care to stray as I'm happily married. Olivia than explained that they were looking for a certain individuals, whose blood pressure did not rise over 15% after the 'release'. She helped me out of my patient's gown, and took some measurements of my pecker and nuts. She told me to relax and to try to enjoy the 'release'. She grabbed my pecker and began stroking it, while cupping and squeezing my nuts. Olivia seemed to enjoy this part of the examination, for I noticed her licking her lips and saw some juices coming from her shaved love hole. I was harder than in some time. She stopped to cuff the blood pressure monitor onto my right arm. Now she winked at me and increase the stroke speed causing me to buckle and I came all over her beautiful boobs. She measured my blood pressure and told me that it was close but I registered 13% over my last reading and she wished me luck. 

I got the job and within 2 1/2 years Joie got married and now and then we still laugh about the interviews, but all in good fun. Her husband is a great guy, but probably would not understand. 



The Interview



Mark sat outside the office of the woman he was here to see about getting the job. He was ready to return to the world of security, and this was his first interview in several months. He was nervous beyond belief, hoping that he would get the job, but already setting himself up for failure. The sign outside her door read Leticia Desmond. An exotic sounding name to be sure. He figured this Leticia would be just like his last boss, a morbidly obese, repugnant woman with bad teeth and a smell to match. Her name could sound as exotic as anything could in the world, and she was doomed to be an ugly woman.

He heard the phone on her secretaries' desk come to life and a garbled voice obviously call for him to come in. The sweet secretary, a pregnant Hispanic girl named Juanita, smiled at him and said "Miss Desmond will see you now."

He walked into her office and stopped dead in his tracks. Behind the small desk centered in the room sat the most beautiful vision his eyes had ever been blessed to lay upon. She was a black woman, maybe 20 years old at the least, and she was definitely not what one would call small. She had some meat on her bones, which seemed to fill in all of the right places.

Her massive breasts, barely contained by the blouse that she wore, were bulging in at what he guessed to be a high D-cup. Her nipples, dark and in a state of permanent stiffness, could clearly be seen through the fabric of both bra and blouse. In the back of his mind he could imagine how much trouble she got from her superiors. But in the front of his mind he wanted to suck on them.

She looked up and the fullness of her face beamed even brighter when she smiled. Her full lips spread in a smile that not only spoke of an inner happiness, but also of a deep-seeded fire within. He wanted so desperately to kiss her right then and there, but he had to compose himself for the interview.

"Hello," her voice filled his ears. It was a soft, sweet sounding voice, tinged with a light Southern accent. His heart skipped a beat as she continued. "You must be..." she looked down at her paperwork, "Mark?"

He snapped out of his daze and, as confidently as he could muster, replied "Yes ma'am. Mark Thomason. I'm here about the job that I read about."

She smiled broadly once again, locking her big, dark, brown eyes with his own. "Please, sit down and let's have a look at your credentials."

He couldn't help but do as he was told, already envisioning this black goddess dominating him, having her way with him into the dark hours of the night. He wasn't sure, but a part of him could swear that her eyes were roaming his body. He did not feel uncomfortable in the least as he hoped that she liked what she was seeing. But then again his mind could have been playing a delightfully arousing trick on him.

She inhaled deeply while looking over his resume, her buttons straining to remain stitched in place. She looked up at him once again after she finished and smiled once at him.

"It says here that you were terminated from your last job," she said without even the slightest hint of disappointment in him. It was the only blight on his resume and he had suffered because of it since then. It had been six long months of hunting for a job and getting nowhere near an interview. This was his first one, and he was already seeing it slip through his fingers.

"Yes ma'am," he replied. "I was one of the few who was laid off due to a lack of business."

"Did you like your job there?"

"Not really, no. It was a job, plain and simple. Too much backstabbing and favoritism in my opinion. If I hadn't been laid off, I would have wound up quitting anyways."

Her look turned from jovial to stern. "Why should I hire you to...fill...the position?" Her pause did not go unnoticed to his already aroused mind.

"Because," he started to reply with confidence in his voice. "I am not a quitter. Yes I know I said I would have quit, but that was purely because of the environment and not the job itself. I can thrive so long as my co-workers thrive as well. When they choose to be out for themselves, then the work environment around me becomes something I don't want to be a part of. And besides, I have had previous experience in the security field, and I feel deep down that I am prepared to return to it once again."

"She inhaled yet again, her nipples aroused even more than before. A button popped off, revealing just a hint the small, lacey bra underneath. She must have been wearing one that was several sizes too small for her ample bosom, as her meaty breasts bulged over the top of the fabric.

"And do you think," she started with a little heavy breathing coloring her voice, "that you would be able to fulfill all of the...tasks...that this field requires? It has been a while since your last security job."

He leaned in and locked his eyes to hers. "Yes ma'am," he replied with force and confidence in his voice, "I am ready to do whatever I need to get this job."

She stood up from her chair, and he was amazed. She was bigger than he thought, not only in terms of weight but also in height. She was curved in the ways that only a big, beautiful woman could be. And the fact that her weight and curves were both carried on a frame measuring over six-feet turned him on even more. She had to weigh at least 250 pounds, and he could tell some of it was even muscle.

She walked around the desk and stood in front of him. He could see her fat bulging around her thighs through the tight, knee-length dress that she wore. Her legs were thick, but toned and he immediately imagined being between them. It didn't help his throbbing cock that she towered before him with her legs a little bit more than shoulder length apart.

"Prove it," she said in a stern, breathy voice.

Instinctively he reached out and started to slip her dress up her legs. Her skin was soft to the touch, but very hot as well. Her dark flesh was slowly exposed inch by inch, until he came closer to her crotch. He saw a glistening wetness already, and he knee that she was wet. How long she had been this way he did not know, but he wanted to find out as soon as he could.

He had lifted her dress all the way up, finding that she was not wearing any panties. His discovery exposed a neatly trimmed patch of dark, curly pubic hair that freshly glistened with her cunt juices. He leaned in just a bit and placed his hand over her quivering vagina. The heat rising from it was intense, and he could hear her breathing quicken under his touch.

He pried her lips apart with his fingers and found her clit easily. The bright pinkness of her inner lips shined brightly from the black skin around it, and her clit throbbed and ached to be touched.

When he finally did touch it, he could hear her gasp softly, and it only increased as he rubbed his thumb against it in a circular motion. He let the dress drop down around his arm as he rubbed her swollen clit, and slide two fingers up inside of her wetness. She spread her legs a bit more and leaned back again the desk behind her.

Her juices were flowing down his wrist as he stood up and slowly undid her blouse with his teeth. His first impulse was to rip her shirt open, but he knew she would need it to continue working through the day. One button could go unnoticed, but all of them would be a problem.

As he continued to finger her, he slid her shirt off with his other hand, exposing her massive breasts aching to be released. She reached up behind her and undid the hooks in back, and her bra nearly popped off completely. Her big, massive breasts sagged from the release and hung down just enough for it to fall off. She moved her arms forward and Mark grabbed the lacey piece of lingerie and threw it to the floor. His other hand still was between her massive thighs, sliding in and out of her increasingly wetter vagina.

With his free hand he lifted her heavy breast up and sucked on the dark brown nipple with a ferocity he himself did not think he possessed. He stood at about five and a half feet to her towering six plus, and that gave him the perfect angle at which to suck hard on her succulent tit.

She reached up and took hold of his brown hair and pressed him further into her breast, and her other hand reached down and shoved his hand further into her. He slipped another finger into her, stretching her tight pussy even more, and he sucked as hard as he could on her nipple that was forced deeper into his mouth.

If he could, he would take her whole boob in his mouth, he knew that much for certain.

His animal ferocity took hold even more and he bit into her rock-hard nipple. She gasped loudly and arched her back as she stared at the ceiling overhead. Mark would alternate his actions on her nipple, from biting to nibbling to sucking, just as he would alternate his speed in which he finger fucked this large, black Amazon. Her forcing him onto her breast and into her pussy intensified, and he had to force himself away from her flesh.

He was starting to suffocate against her fat breast, but that was the furthest thing on his mind, and he grabbed hold of the other and went after like he had the other. As he did this he slid his fingers from her pussy, but not entirely as he found her clit, swollen and throbbing, and he gave it a firm pinch, sending shockwaves of orgasmic delight through her massive, quivering body.

She cried out, but it was brief as she did not want to attract any unwanted attention to her office. She bit into her bottom lip and snarled as she tried to pull his fingers away from her convulsing cunt. She could already feel her juices flowing more freely out of her with each pinch, and she was sure it would leave a puddle on the floor if he continued.

He was stronger than she gave him credit for as he forced his hand between her thick, quivering thighs once again. This time she found four of his fingers enter her hot, wet and dripping hole, and his biting teeth abandoned her aching, sore nipple.

His mouth found its way to her neck, and its teeth sank into her flesh like a predator would its subdued prey. He bit with enough pressure to cause her pleasure, but not enough to leave any visible marks against her dark skin. Mark was losing himself against her plump, dark flesh, but he still maintained some measure of control over his sexual impulses.

"Evil," she hissed. "You're...evil! I hate it...God...love it...don't -can't stand it..." she struggled for the words.

He bit lower on her neck where he knew it would be safe to leave his marks on her skin. His hand shoved deeper into her vagina, furiously pumping in and out of her. He could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of her flooding pussy, and the feel was incredible between her fat thighs.

As he furiously fucked her with his fingers, she sat back onto the desk and spread her legs even more. The back of her dress was going to stain, there was no denying that fact, but at this point she no longer cared. She looked down and could see past her breasts and stomach as his hand pumped in and out of her faster and faster, deeper and deeper. She was certain that he was going to fist her before long, and she knew that she was still too tight for that.

Her legs tensed as she could feel herself about to orgasm, and she was sure that she would crush his fingers in the process with as powerful an orgasm as this one was going to be. She had not had an orgasm that wasn't self-inflicted in so long and she was afraid of what was going to happen to this small white man driving her crazy.

He didn't seem to flinch as her pussy convulsed violently in orgasm. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her tightening cunt for a good couple of minutes, dragging out her orgasm longer than even she thought possible.

She had been so lost in the heat of the moment that she had not noticed that his other hand had briefly left her flesh, but it wasn't long before she discovered why. As he bit once more into her neck, she felt his fingers withdraw from her swollen, gushing pussy, only to be replaced by a stiff, throbbing cock.

As he buried himself deep into her thick vagina, he reached up under her blouse behind her and sunk his fingers into her back, digging into the thick flesh he found there. His biting took on a new level of intensity, and he could taste a small amount of blood in the process. She grabbed his head and forced it closer, almost as though she wanted him to drink her blood like the vampire that she now believed him to be.

Her big brown eyes rolled to the back of her head as she braced her feet on the floor, then suddenly convulsed into tightly wrapping her legs around his waist. She threw her head back and stifled her powerful, fierce scream. But even then her self-control was waning as she thought to herself through the hard pounding and the blood-drawing bites, "Who the hell cares!"

She grabbed the back of his bald head and jerked, fiercely pulling as hard as she could and dragged his short frame up just enough to firmly lock her lips with his. Their tongues intertwined as they each attacked one another like two rabid, sex crazed animals, not caring about damage or noise at this point anymore.

As Mark kissed her thick, full lips violently he pounded his cock deeper inside of her, thrusting over and over as hard as he could go, making your breasts shake as though trapped in an earthquake.

Her moans grew louder, almost crying out at the same time, a mixture between soft and loud vocal pleasures. She started to combat his thrusting with her own, pushing down just as he would come up. Her kissing turned into biting, his bottom lip becoming the target of her sharp teeth. She could taste the hint of blood on his mouth. He returned the favor, gnawing on her lips as he sank his nails into her back, raking downward until he reached her big, beautiful black ass cheeks, holding onto them as he thrust even harder.

She returned the raking with her much longer, and sharper, nails. He tensed his back muscles as she dug into his flesh, drawing blood and causing his skin to ignite with painful heat that only drew him on harder and faster. In her mind, the better it felt to her, the harder she would claw.

She snarled and growled like a frenzied animal as she writhed beneath him, curling her toes and digging her heels into his skin. Locking her nails right beneath his shoulder blades, she clenched tighter and tighter as the pressure inside her pussy twisted and burned. She opened her mouth, but no sound was coming out as she bucked against his assault. Soft, amazed sounds slowly started to escape, and then it hit her like a tidal wave.

She started to cum. She knew that all over his waist it was now hot and wet and her entire body jerked, her pussy flooding and erupting with reckless abandon. Her nails drew even more blood from his back, and to stifle a powerful scream she bit into his shoulder. The sounds that she did make, however, were ones that anyone would know were her signals, her begging, for him to keep going, to keep pumping, to keep thrusting.

Mark's aching cock throbbed more and more inside of her gushing, wet pussy, and his thrusting became more and more powerful as he felt her dig deeper into his flesh. He breathed heavily against her thick lips, growling with animal-like lust and desire. She could distinctly feel, through the pulsing power of her own vaginal muscles, his cock get thicker and his thrusting become wilder and harder.

She groaned and bit back down into his shoulder as the effects of her powerful orgasm still remained, leaving her slightly dizzy and still twitching at random moments when anther orgasmic jolt impacted her body.

"Cum inside me... cum in side me now," she growled as she clenched her pussy muscles tightly around his powerful cock, trying desperately to milk it for all it would no doubt be worth.

That was all he needed as he started to cum. Powerful eruption after eruption exploded into her swallowing cunt, filling her so deep she thought she could feel it in her chest. Even as he came he did not stop his powerful thrusting, instead he just kept cumming and cumming, growling intensely as he pushed her and her desk back several feet, crashing against the wall behind them, fucking her harder than ever before.

As she reveled in the fierce fucking that she just received, she held him close to her massive, quivering body. The sweat and blood from their ravaged flesh mingled together, filling the room with the sweet scent of copper and sex.

"You...you got the job..." she muttered, shaking in his arms.

She could feel him as he smiled.



The Interview



I'm a bouncer at a lap dancing club in Reading. Well, I was, until management decided that because I was shagging one of its best dancers, I had to go. Something fucking stupid about "staff shall not fraternise with the dancers", or some similar crap. I mean, what's the point of being a bouncer at a lap dancing club if you're not allowed to test drive the goods, if you follow me?

Anyway, since I got the DCM – the old Don't Come Monday - I'm having a fine time with Candy and lounging around the house all day, having the odd bonk and going out for the odd lager lout night and beef vindaloo. And then Candy gets all sniffy.

"Brad," she goes, "I'm earning all the money and you're pissing it up against the wall, why don't you get a job, for fuck's sake?" Well, she wasn't sniffy, so much as whiny and I don't know about you, but whiny I don't do.

But since she's such a great shag, I decided I'd do something about it. So I got the evening paper and that's where I found this ad, in the jobs vacant column. Well, not so much in the column, it was a display ad, all by itself. I've got a clipping of it somewhere, oh yeah, here it is:

WORLD-FAMOUS photographer seeks male, between 25 and 30 to model for erotic publication. Must be well-muscled, tanned, toned. Dark hair and brown eyes not a disadvantage. Must be a an unknown. Apply with CV to Glamour Productions, Maidenhead.

I threw it over to Candy, who was struggling into her clothes ready to go dance her arse off at the club. "What d'ya reckon, babe?" I asked her. "Look like me or what?"

Candy sniffed. "Well if by 'well-muscled' it means the dangly bit, then you certainly qualify," she said, "and the rest of you's not too bad either. And you are most definitely an 'unknown' my darling, Brad. Dark hair, brown eyes too – yup, go for it, tiger."

And she swooped down on my naked body, I was lying on the bed, smooched the tip of my cock – it's eight inches long and it was standing to attention because she has that effect on me – and was out the door. I thought about tossing myself off, then thought "Fuck it" and I went out for a gallon or two of lager and a vindaloo.

The next day, I called Glamour Productions and a lady name of Wanda answered and I introduced myself as Brad Billingsgate, and said I was after the job. "Can you get here later this afternoon?" she said, in a snooty little voice, which I think was supposed to impress me.

So that's how I turned up at Glamour Productions, which was based in a large old house down by the Thames in Maidenhead. Wanda turned out to be a mousy little brunette with acne and heavy-lensed glasses.

I sat down opposite her desk and she said: "Miss Nairobi will see you shortly." So I passed the time reading some garbage magazine about how to get the most out of your PC, or some such crap. How do these things sell?

After about 10 minutes, Miss Acne's phone rang and she answered, then put it down and said: "Miss Nairobi is ready for you, sir. Upstairs, turn right, office facing out onto the street."

So I went upstairs and entered this office looking out across towards Boulter's Lock and that's where I saw this dream. Miss Nairobi was tall – I'm six foot, exactly, and when she stood she was at eye level with me. But it wasn't her height that impressed me.

She was wearing a black sort of jacket-cum-skirt arrangement with zips across it, in very strategic places, but the outfit did nothing to hide the fact that she went in and out in all the right places. And it wasn't the outfit and the fact that she was built that impressed me either. It was that she was brown-skinned, and when I say "brown-skinned" I mean like Cadbury's milk chocolate.

Don't know about you, but black women – well gorgeous, black women - do something for me. She was black and she was beautiful, and she had gleaming, lustrous black hair which was pulled back into a tight ponytail and it looked sensational. And she had deep pools of brown eyes that sparkled and she was pretty. And – oh, what the fuck, I was in love.

"Good afternoon, Mr Billingsgate," she said in a cultured voice – nothing stuffy, nothing stuck up, just a voice that spoke of oodles of money being spent on her education. Her handshake was firm, but smooth and it made me want her hand all over my cock.

"Please take a seat and give me a look at your CV," she said, resuming her own seat at a wide and almost empty desk. All it had on it was a computer screen and keyboard, one of those space-age fucking telephones and a little note pad. She held a smart-looking pen, one of those fat, expensive chunky jobs, you know the kind. She was stroking the pen along her cheek. I wanted to stroke my cock along her cheek.

I cleared my throat, and coughed. "Er, CV," I said. "Well that's a bit of a problem, Miss Nairobi. You see, lap dancing clubs don't exactly hand out CVs when they fire bouncers for playing hide the sausage with one of their dancers."

She looked at me sharply. It was a look which said, quite clearly, "What the fuck have I run into with this schmuck?"

"But hey," I said, quickly, "I can tell you all about myself, I don't lie, I'm pretty straight. What do you want to know?"

She let go a little sigh, a sigh that said "This is against my better fucking judgement, but I'll hear him out".

"All right," she said, pointing the stubby pen to her note pad. "Tell me about yourself. Name, age, where educated, ever modelled before, any drug habits, you know the score. Shoot."

So I gave her chapter and verse. Age 27, six foot tall, weight 12 stone 10 pounds, educated grammar school in Reading, worked for a security firm there for seven years, then as a bouncer at the Purple Pussy for two years, currently unemployed, no drugs, drink in social quantities (ha, ha) and as fit as a middleweight world champion.

Then I paused for breath.

"And you have no portfolio of pictures to show me?" she said.

"Nah," I said. "But I'm built like a brick shit house, look."

And before she could say anything, I stood up and pulled off my T-shirt to reveal my upper torso. And it was here that I started to grab her attention. At first I thought she was going to scream the house down, but then she smiled, a slow smile, but it was a wonderful smile.

Then she stood up and walked to the front of her desk and perched her arse on it. Her legs – and they were great legs – were encased in shiny black stockings and she was wearing patent leather high heels a strap just above her ankles. Honest, they were "Fuck me" shoes if I've ever laid eyes on any.

"That's a nice torso, Mr Billingsgate," she said. "Very well muscled, nicely toned, beautiful tan."

"So's yours," I said, and immediately felt like biting my tongue off.

And then I went and made things worse. "Sorry Miss Nairobi – but hey, Nairobi, that's a strange name, ain't it?"

I think that took her mind off my awful crack about her being, well, you know, "dark", as it were.

"Yes, it is, I suppose," she said. "But more and more people these days are called after the place where they were conceived – you know, awful names like Brooklyn.

"Well, my mother is an African, and my father is white – he's a university professor. He was visiting Nairobi, met my mum, proposed to her on the second night he took her out, they made love, I was the result. Name – Nairobi Carruthers. It's that simple."

Then I fucked up again. "Betcha you're glad you weren't conceived in Timbuktu," I said, rather pleased with the line.

"Oh, that's so funny," she said, "I've never heard that line before."

Well, I may be no Alfred Einstein, or whoever the fuck he was, but hey, I know when someone's taking the piss out of me, but before I had a chance to apologise, the lovely black bird was speaking again.

"And tell me, Brad, were you conceived in a fish market?" she said, cheeky like.

I looked sharply at her. "What the ..." And the "f" word was on my lips, but I thought it best to choke that back after my crack about her "tan". "How do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, Billingsgate," she said, "it's a famous fish market – it's in the City, has been a fish market since the 1600s, maybe even earlier. You must have heard of it."

Well, she had me there. I've got no interest in London, I can get into all the trouble I can handle in Reading and environs, thank-you very much.

"No, means nothing to me," I replied, in all honesty. And then I decided to move things on a bit.

"The ad said 'well muscled'," I said, and I dropped my Levis and kicked off my scruffy Nike trainers so I was just wearing a black satin thong. I knew I looked big in it – I choose them in medium sizes because of the way they mould around my old fella real tight.

Miss Nairboi looked at me calmly – very calmly. "Turn around, slowly, very slowly," she said.

I did, presenting what I know is a great arse to her view – it's nicely tanned, too.

"Great buns," she murmured, and I couldn't detect one iota of sarcasm in that remark. "Ever been spanked, Brad?"

I shook my head. "No, why?"

"Oh, it's just that the photo shoot you're auditioning for involves a male slave and a dominatrix – a real dominatrix, actually, she's one of the most popular in Paris."

I didn't mind, I've yet to meet the woman who can boss me around. "Sounds like fun," I said.

Miss Nairobi grinned. "You could say that," she said, then picked up her phone and pressed Miss Acne's number.

"We've no more applicants today, have we Wanda?" I heard her ask. After a pause, she said: "You can knock off now, Wanda, I'll shut everything down and lock up."

And it was then I knew I was going to fuck her. Like I said, I'm no Einstein, but a nod is as good as a wink to a blind donkey, or whatever the fuck it is they say.

Miss Nairobi walked slowly behind her desk again, showing me great thigh, great arse, legs to die for. Then she leaned across her desk, providing me a great view of her skirt drawn taut across that great arse, and pulled a little digital camera from her drawer. She grinned at me.

"No CV, no portfolio. Looks like I'm gonna have to do everything, eh Brad?" she said, and then she walked around the desk and said: "Move back a bit, I want to get you in a full shot."

And then she started to remove her jacket and her skirt, tugging on the zips that held the things to her body. I thought I'd come in my thong, her figure was so fine.

Her breasts were nicely shaped things, slung up sexily in a shiny black satin bra, its material gleaming across her lush globes. At her pussy was a matching black thong. On her hips a black suspender belt held up stockings that I wanted my cock to rub all over. Fuck, she looked great.

Then she started taking snaps of me. Full frontal, side on, rear view. "Now for the most important pictures, as far as the baroness is concerned," she said. "Strip, Brad."

I pulled my thong off and stood in front of her, my eight inches of old fella proudly erect – well, who wouldn't be in front of Miss Black Bird 2006?

"Hmmm," she mused, clicking away with the camera. "Very impressive. The baroness will be extremely interested in you, Brad, you big boy you."

"The baroness?" I asked. "Who is the baroness when she's at home?"

Miss Nairobi told me. "Baroness von Stockhausen," she said. "Surely you've heard of her?"

"Listen, Miss Nairobi," I explained, "unless she's a porn star or a Page 3 girl I wouldn't know her from Adam, or Eve, for that matter."

"Oh," she said, disappointed like. Then: "She's the female Helmut Newton."

"And who the fuck is Helmut Newton when he's at home?" I asked, but she ignored me and snapped some more pictures.

"Let's see what we've got," she said, and I walked over beside her and inhaled a smashing aroma of perfume, which I couldn't put a name to, although it certainly didn't smell anything like what the dollies at the Purple Pussy slap all over themselves before they drape their tits all over the punters.

I looked at the back of her camera as she flicked through the pictures she'd taken. "Very nice, you've got a way with a camera," I said, then I took it from her hand and laid it on the desk.

"But fuck the pictures, Miss Nairobi," I said, taking her in my arms, "what about the real thing."

And I pressed my erection against her taut, toned belly and grabbed her shoulders before clamping my mouth against hers. She didn't resist, she didn't yell out, she just kissed me back, our tongues intertwined and she writhed her body against mine, her hands roaming all over my buttocks.

"Is this the real thing, Brad?" she asked, when we broke for air, and although she was trying to sound real cool, I could feel her heart going tippity-tap, tippity-tap like a jackhammer.

"Naw," I said, with a grin, "that's just an iddy biddy little warm-up."

Then I reached behind her back and unclipped her lovely black bra. I threw it behind her desk, and it hung on the arm of her high-backed leather chair.

Her breasts weren't the biggest I've ever lusted after, but her nipples were large and almost black and were surrounded by large areolae. They were firm, they hardly fell when I removed the supporting garment. I bent and sucked on her left nipple and she gave a sharp intake of breath. I felt her hand smoothly stroking my hard-on, playing with my foreskin, a finger flicking inside the lips, rubbing the pre-cum around the helmet.

Miss Nairobi pushed me back slightly and turned with her back was to me. She placed her hands on the desk so her arms were straight, and bent over slightly. Her arse was brown and beautiful, the only clothing just the little thin strip of black thong diving between her cheeks. It was begging for some adoration.

I placed my hands on her bum and started to stroke her there. But she came out with a plaintive little request: "With your tongue, Brad, with your tongue."

I knelt on the floor and pressed my mouth against her warm bum. Usually I insist on the bird doing the kneeling, but I decided to throw away my rule book for her – after all, she was black and beautiful and she was interviewing me for a job.

Her arse was firm, superbly rounded and tasted glorious. I pulled her thong down, to reveal a lovely little puckered anus. I kissed it, then ran my tongue around its tight little lips. She tasted good, just like I knew she would.

Then she straightened up, and spun around, placing her arse down on the edge of the desk. She placed her "fuck me" shoes about a yard apart and I got this great view of her pussy. She had lush, thick, dark brown labia lips, but she spread them with her fingers to reveal dark pink inner flesh. I could smell her gorgeous aroma flowing all over me.

I flicked out my tongue and began to lave her sensational snatch – and it wasn't just the smell that was bringing me on, it was the taste. She tasted earthy, musky and so gloriously perfumed, just the way I expected she would.

The lovely tart was also on heat! It took me no more than a minute or two for her to start thrusting her quim hard against my mouth and with a yelled "Tongue fuck me, Brad, don't stop, you bastard!" and then she came on my face.

I waited for a moment while she recovered and then stood, picked her up in my arms and walked her to a long black leather couch pushed against a far wall. I laid her down as gently as I could but, to tell the truth, I couldn't wait to get my cock in her cunt. She lay back, her legs splayed wide, her pussy as inviting for my cock as it had been for my mouth.

Now I don't know about you, but I've seen all those fucking positions they publish in the lads' mags, but when it comes to doing "it", the good, old-fashioned, face-to-face fuck is the way to go. It means you can have a good snog while you're enjoying a good bonk – and when the bonkee is as good looking at Miss Nairobi, well that's a fucking bonus, if you get my drift.

Her cunt was just what I'd expected – smooth, slippery smooth, but also tight, very, very tight. I'd only got my helmet into her, when the tightness of her twat grabbed my old fella's foreskin and pulled it back down to the ring. I drove up her, and planted my pussy-stained mouth on hers.

Then I was driving away, bumping up and down, our pubic bones banging together, my cock going 19 to the dozen as I pumped away and then, after less than a minute, my fucking excitement got the better of me and I was shooting seed deep into her.

She must have gathered what had happened, because as cool as you like, she said: "Why Bradley, my dear, you've come – and come inside me. How very considerate of you." And by now I could detect her sarcastic voice and this, believe me, was her sarcastic voice.

"Sorry," I grunted, as the old fella dribbled a few more spurts of spunk into her, "but I couldn't control myself, you're so fucking gorgeous."

She gave me a faint smile. "That's rather obvious – that you couldn't control yourself, I mean," she said, snooty like.

"Hey, I'm sorry I didn't pull out," I said, "but you didn't tell me to wear a fucking rubber. You are on the pill, aren't you?"

"Sure," she said, with another faint smile, "but not everything's foolproof, my dear. Now, be a sweetie and let me go clean up."

I pulled out of her and she went to an adjoining bathroom. I heard water splashing as I got dressed. Then she walked back, still wearing the "fuck me" shoes, but the belt and stockings had gone, and sat as cool as the proverbial cucumber behind her desk.

I struggled to pull my socks and trainers on, then asked her a question that had been niggling at me.

"Nairobi," I said, "since it's always the woman who makes the decision as to whether she fucks or not, what was it made you decide to bonk me?
 She smiled a smile which was either icy cold, or merely just frigid, and told me: "Well, Brad, since you ask, how can I put this? Shall I be diplomatic?"

I grunted, tying a trainer to my foot. "Try being honest," I said, "fuck the diplomacy."

"Well," she said, "you are a bit of a slob, Brad. You are foul-mouthed, you swear too much, but you've got lovely long, dark hair, brooding good looks and a great physique. Also your cock is extremely handsome. Remind me to suck it some time."

"Gezundheidt," I said, though not really knowing why.

Then she went on: "So I thought, well he's a slob, he's a loud-mouth, he's rude, he's cocky – pardon the pun – so he must be good at something. And I decided to find out."

"And what did you find out?" I asked.

"Good with his mouth, a fucking disaster – and I mean both words, Brad – with his cock."

I felt let down, but hey – I'd had a good fuck.

"Now," she said, all business-like, even though she was stark naked, "put your home and mobile numbers on this pad and, as they say, I'll get back to you."

I drove home to Reading on the minor roads, fuck the motorway at this time of evening. Back home, I found Candy propped up in bed, a cold towel on her head, moaning that she had an awful headache and she'd called her boss at the Purple Pussy and told him she wasn't coming in tonight. And where, she whined, had I been?

"I've been held up at the office," I said, which was no lie. I'd certainly been "up", if you count my cock in Nairobi's lovely cunt, and I was in an office – Nairobi's.

Candy ignored me, though, then I offered her a fuck, just to take her mind off her headache. She turned me down, which was just as well, 'cos I've got no idea how long the smell of a woman's pussy lingers on a mouth or cock, have you?

So I fucked off to the pub – otherwise, I'd have been running up and downstairs all night long, fetching her cups of tea and aspirin.

Anyway, the new barmaid at the local pub is a cute little blonde and I think she fancies me. And I reckon I'm making progress, there. You never know when you need another string to your bow, do you?




The Interview



About a week later, and I was lounging around the house, when the phone goes. "Brad Billingsgate," I said – I get straight to the point, you see.

"Hi Brad, it's Nairobi – remember me?" came this very sexy voice.

"Hi Nairobi," I said, "how's it hanging?"

She ignored me. "I've got some good news and some even better news, Brad," she told me.

"And it is?" I said.

"Well, the baroness was extremely taken by your pictures. She wants to use you in the shoot which is next week in Paris. She and you travel on the Eurostar to the Gare du Nord – she has an aversion to planes – and stay at a rather expensive hotel for the two or three days she reckons it will take with Maitresse Soulange."

"Maitresse Soulange, eh? Reckon I could get around to fucking her?" I asked.

"Who knows, Brad, you're such a smooth talking fucker,"
said Nairobi, and even over the 12 miles from her in Maidenhead to me in Reading I see hear the sarcasm dripping off her tongue.

"Anyway, what's the even better news?" I asked, playing her silly game.

"My period arrived yesterday," said Nairobi.

"Phew, that's a relief," I said, though to tell the truth I'd not even given it a second thought since we'd discussed it back in her office.

"It certainly is," said Nairobi. "The main thing is it means that in a year or two there won't be some poor little bastard running around in rompers with the name Maidenhead Billingsgate-Carruthers!"

The End. 



The Interview



Lynn adjusted her skirt as she approached Richard Martin's office. She rapped her knuckles on the dark, solid teak door and almost instantly she heard his voice beckoning her to enter. "Come." The sheer opulence of his office never ceased to amaze her although it wasn't very often that she got the chance to go in. She noticed how the carpeting suddenly became thick and plush and all the furniture in the room was either leather or wood.

"Good afternoon Mr Martin." She said respectfully.

"Richard will do just fine." He replied. "Sit." 

Lynn smiled softly as she pulled out a high leather chair and proceeded to sit down, adjusting her skirt again as she did so.

"Well, Lynn." Richard smiled. "I've been hearing some good reports from your section. I'm sure you're aware that there are two others from Conveyancing and Corporate who are also up for partnership."

"Yes, Sir. I am." Lynn knew that it was a toss up between herself and Clara from Corporate. Steven was still a little too junior although he did good work. Lynn wondered if the stories that Clara slept around had any truth to it. Hell, that bitch was good looking and had a tight, sexy body to boot. And she was brilliant as well. Beautiful, brilliant and with a knockout body. That was what she was competing against.

Lynn answered all of Richard's questions and was pleased at the way the interview was turning out. The interview was more social and personable in nature rather than work focused and she found herself relaxing and practically enjoying the experience.

"Alright, I think we're almost done here." Richard said. "Just a few more questions to wrap this up."

"Alright then, fire away." Lynn smiled sweetly.

"How far would you go to seal a deal?" Richard asked quietly, looking straight into Lynn's hazel eyes.

"Uhh, well I suppose whatever it took. Long hours, extensive research."

"But would you go the extra mile?" Richard probed further.

"The interests of this firm come first in whatever I do Mr Martin." Lynn replied, not exactly sure what she was agreeing to.

"Richard. Call me Richard." he smiled. "And would you be willing to put that to a little test?"

"I'm not sure what you mean Mr Mar..I mean Richard." Lynn said, her heart beating as her face flushed slightly.

"How badly do you want partnership Lynn?" Richard asked, smiling coyly at her.

"Well, I've worked her for about 8 years now, and my work is good. So I guess I deserve being considered." Lynn replied, her hands were sweating now.

"That's not what I asked," Richard smirked. "I asked how badly you wanted partnership."

Lynn stuttered and stammered as she tried to figure out what Richard was getting at. Suddenly Richard slammed his hands on the table.

"In fact Lynn, you never really answered ANY of the last few questions. So shall we conclude this interview? Or do you want another chance?" Richard said slowly.

"I-I'm sorry. Another chance please?" Lynn pleaded, feeling a knot develop in her throat.

"How badly do you want partnership Lynn?" Richard repeated his question.

"Very badly Richard." Lynn replied, hoping it was the right answer.

"And would you go the extra mile?"

"Yes." Lynn replied. "Of course." She could feel her cheeks burning.

"I see. And would that include letting me look up your skirt?" Richard said gruffly.

Lynn let out an audible gasp as she briefly considered running out of the room. Was the Senior Partner serious? Or was this the test that he had spoken about earlier. Her head was swimming as she uncrossed her legs and spread them slowly. 

"Mmmm. Nice" Richard said as he looked up her skirt at the blue cotton panties with a lace trim. Lynn felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her as she willingly displayed her panties to her boss.

"And if I said I wanted to smell them, what would you do?" Richard grunted out.

Lynn almost choked as the lump in her throat grew bigger. She felt hot flushes not only shooting up her cheeks but also in her stomach. Without a word, she half slid her ass off the chair and slipped her hands under her skirt. With one smooth movement, she pulled her panties off and lifted her heels out of them. 

"Give them to you?" she asked softly looking slightly downward as she offered her soiled panties to Richard. Her eyes met Richard's as he grabbed the panties from her hand. She watched in awe as he pulled her panties to his face and breathed in deeply. She tried to look away as her insides trembled in embarrassment but at the same time she felt she had to look at the kinky sight of this powerful man sniffing her panties.

Richard inhaled deeply and was pleasantly surprised to find that her panties smelled of perfume. The mix of the floral scent coupled with her fruity womanly juices sent jolts of lust straight to his penis. He sniffed deeply a few more times, cherishing the scent as he looked up her skirt to see the thick thatch of hair covering her pussy. He considered hiking up the ante but decided he had pushed her far enough.

Richard squashed the panties in his hands and smiled at Lynn. "Very good Lynn. I think that concludes this interview. Before you go, not a word of this to anyone. Tomorrow, we have a final session and that is between you and Clara."

"Thankyou Sir." Lynn replied. She contemplated asking for her panties back but thought better of it. Rising from her chair, she walked straight out of the door without once looking back. Richard laughed quietly as he put her panties back to his nose, enjoying the scent as well as the soft fabric. He watched her ass sashay out the door and then straight out of the office.

Lynn hurried home. She could feel the wetness between her legs as she practically ran to the car park. As she reached her car, she opened the door and collapsed in the seat, not quite believing what had just happened. As her thighs closed together, a shudder went through her as she realised she was wet. Not just damp, but soaking!

Lynn lifted her skirt so her ass was sitting directly on the car seat. She couldn't afford to let her skirt get wet from her leaking pussy. She gunned the engine and drove home with her mind wondering. Wondering about the final session with Clara tomorrow and just what else she would have to do.....

*******

Lynn woke early the next morning. In fact she had hardly slept the entire night. Today was the big day and if she didn't get partnership today, she would have to wait for at least another two years. That, or leave the firm and try for partnership somewhere else. She knew that would be foolish though. It would make more sense staying on at Martin & Co and biding her time than seeking her fortunes elsewhere.

She quickly showered and was about to put on her favourite pair of black panties when she remembered Richard's fetish. A warm glow shot through her as she recalled the sight of Richard sniffing on her used panties. 

"Maybe I better be prepared for more of that." She thought to herself. 

She rummaged through her laundry basket and pulled out a lacy white number that she had worn two days ago. The gusset was stained with streaks of her juices and she smiled as she recalled how horny she had been that day. She pulled on the pair of used, soiled panties and winced as the soiled material made contact with her freshly showered pussy.

"Can't believe I'm wearing used knickers," she thought to herself. "But I need to do whatever it takes for partnership."

Lynn slipped on a black half-cup bra that barely covered her nipples. Her tits stood large and proud and they jiggled as she pulled on a lacy white camisole that showed ample cleavage. She then slipped on a charcoal jacket and finally pulled on a short, black skirt that stretched tight at her hips. Her hips were large and she wished she had a smaller and tighter ass. Fortunately, her large breasts more than compensated and gave her an extremely voluptuous figure overall.

She reached for her perfume bottle and sprayed some between her cleavage. She raised one leg and was about to spray under her skirt when she decided that would spoil the scent of her stale, soiled panties. Another rush went through her, a mixture of disgust, apprehension and yet excitement.

She applied some pale lipstick to her full lips and then ran her fingers through her short, black hair. She admired herself in the mirror but then thought of how Clara might look. She dismissed that thought from her mind as she made her way to the office.

****** ****** *****

It wasn't long after she got in that she got the call that Mr Martin was ready to see her. Lynn made her way to Conference Room 1, a flutter of excitement mixed with nervousness swelling inside her. She reached the room before Clara and went in, seating herself across from the window. She heard some soft chatter and giggling before the door opened. Clara waltzed in with Richard a few steps behind. The bitch looked really good in a flared, beige skirt with matching jacket. She wore a flesh coloured tube top and from afar, it looked like she was naked under the jacket. Her auburn hair was long and styled, dancing around her shoulders. Lynn wondered if she was a natural auburn of she had just dyed it.

"I believe no introductions are necessary." Richard said matter of factly. The two girls smiled weakly at one another as Richard continued. "I think you both know why we are here. I will facilitate, or perhaps moderate is the correct work, and we are going to have a little role play. Work through a few scenarios so to speak."

Richard proceeded to sit across from Lynn while Clara sat a few seats away from her.

Richard proceeded to give them different legal and professional situations and both girls were able to hold themselves well. The competition was tight and all three of them realised it. As situation after situation was thrown at them, they kept getting tougher and tougher. Finally they had come to a stumbling block.

"He just won't sign. Says the terms aren't favourable to him." Richard said.

"Yes, but we've established that he has everything to gain and nothing to lose." Clara butted in.

"Indeed my dear, we know that. But he won't sign." Richard countered. "In fact I won't sign. There's nothing to my advantage in this contract." He continued, his voice adopting a Southern drawl as he played out the role of a client.

"But Sir, the terms are favourable to you." Clara offered with a smile. "And you don't stand to lose. The other party does."

"I'm a winner, Ah don't talk bout losing." Richard carried on. "I need something to make me a winner, not just a non-loser."

Lynn was watching this exchange between Clara and Richard intently. What he had said last evening kept playing over and over in her head. How badly did she want to win? How far would she go to seal a deal? Without thinking further, she slipped of a shoe and raised her foot gently against Richard's calf. He didn't blink but kept his argument steady with Clara.

"You seem to have all the answers Lady but not this one." Richard continued to drawl. Lynn's leg continued to massage up and down his calf, running upward to slowly rest on his thigh then back again.

"I told ya. Its just not enough. What do I get to make me a winner?" Richard looked straight at Lynn as he said that. She decided she needed to play her trump card right there and then. She withdrew her leg and slid backward in her chair. She slipped her panties off and clenched them between her toes. As she started to raise her foot she heard Clara say ; "Okay then, how about an extra two grand thrown in from our cut?"

"Two grand aint nothing love" Richard crooned, obviously enjoying this game. Lynn's panty carrying foot continued its journey up to Richard's crotch and deposited her foot right on to his lap. Her heart was beating so hard she was afraid they could hear it. This was it, do or die. This was what he meant by going the extra mile or she was in deep shit!

"Your friend over there is mighty quiet." Richard said to Clara as Lynn felt his hand move to her foot to remove the panties before softly pushing her foot away.

"Maybe she hasn't got what it takes." Clara said sarcastically.

"Or maybe she's got exactly what I want." Richard smiled as he pulled Lynn's panties out from his lap and dangled them in the air. Lynn blushed as Clara gasped. Both girls watched as Richard pulled the lacy, white panties to his face and inhaled deeply. The smell permeated through his nostrils, evoking a heady feeling. The gusset was stained a light brown and Lynn thought she could smell the juices from across the room.

"My, my!" Richard exclaimed. "These panties are really dirty! Is the owner a filthy little slut as well?"

"This is unethical!" screamed Clara. "You cant just use sex to close a deal!"

"Whoever said you can't?" Richard countered. "You didn't seem to mind fucking me to join this firm a few years ago."

"I-I...that was ...I mean..." Clara stuttered. Lynn smiled quietly. So Richard had already got into the little sluts pants. 

"I'm a firm believer in second chances." Richard continued. "Throw us your panties and let's have a little contest. Whoever has the filthier panties gets her pussy licked by the other."

Lynn's smile grew wider. She was almost sure that she had the upper hand now. Clara mumbled something incoherent as she stood up and pulled her panties off. Lynn admired the obviously expensive pair of knickers. Pink panties with a hint of lace, just above the crotch. Clara threw the panties across to Richard who picked it up and sniffed. Her panties still smelt relatively fresh with just a hint of her pussy scent on it. 

"You lose!" He smiled at Clara. "Now get under the table and give her a licking!"

"I most certainly will not!" Clara practically screamed as she walked over to Richard and grabbed Lynn's panties from his hand. "Lemme smell them!"

Lynn felt a buzz in her tummy as she watched Clara pick up her panties and put them to her nose. No woman had ever handled her panties before, much less smelt them. As Clara lifted them up to her nose, Lynn shuddered with lust.

"Oh shit!" Clara exclaimed. "These really smell of pussy!" 

Lynn expected Clara to throw her stinky panties aside but watched in lust filled fascination as Clara continued to sniff at her panties, even letting out a little moan. With the panties still pressed against her face, Clara walked over to Lynn.

"Get that ass on the table." She purred, still inhaling on the panties.

Lynn couldn't quite believe how her luck was turning for her. She lifted herself on to the table and unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her bra, but she kept the blouse on for sensual effect. Clara had moved her hands between her legs and was lightly stroking her furry mound. Within seconds, she had her head under Lynn's skirt.

"Oooaaahhh." Lynn cried out as Clara's hot tongue made contact with her wet slit. Richard meanwhile had made his way around the table and pulled Lynn's bra down, exposing her breasts. He gently cupped her breasts and massaged them, tweaking her nipples slowly.

"Mmmmmm." Lynn moaned louder as her nipples sent jolts of passion shooting to her pussy. Richard reached down and suckled on her breasts, flicking his tongue against her nipples, making them hard and rubbery. She began to thrust her hips against Clara's mouth, enjoying the lapping on her cunt.

"Aww...don't stop." Lynn cried as she felt first, Clara remove herself and then Richard as well. Clara repositioned herself, her legs over Lynn's face. Lynn looked up to see a bald pussy, with droplets of juice coating the lips. She could smell the pungent aroma emanating from Clara's pussy and could practically feel the heat radiating from it as well.

"Suck me bitch." Clara moaned as she sat on Lynn's face. "Ahh...yeah, that's it, eat me out. Suck me." Lynn's tongue lapped greedily at Clara's pussy. Clara shuddered and clamped her legs tightly around Lynn's face just as Richard's thick cock plunged into Lynn's soaking pussy.

Lynn gasped in pleasure at the intrusion and fastened her mouth on Clara's clit, sucking it for all she was worth. She could taste Clara's sweet juices as she sucked while her pussy tingled with the hard thrusts of Richard's cock.

"Shit you're a tight one Lynn" Richard grunted. "I should have fucked you months ago."

"Fuck the bitch hard now!" Clara cried. "Fuck her as she sucks me. Make her cum hard!"

Lynn's mouth was completely covered by hot, steamy pussy and she could only grunt out her assent.

The sounds and smells of hard sex filled the room as one pussy got fucked and another sucked. Richard started to grunt harder as Clara suddenly screamed out, grabbing hold of Lynn's nipples and pulling hard on them.

"Yeeehynnnnhhh! Ah..Ahhh.. Ahhhh!" She cried out as she bucked hard on Lynn's mouth.

The sudden pinching of her nipples sent hot jolts screaming through her body and setting electric tingles in her pussy. Her stomach clenched as she came hard.

"Mmmppmmmmhhhhhh!!" she mewled into Clara's pussy as a hard orgasm shook through her. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around Richard's cock driving him over the edge.

"Oh yeah..yeah...yeah Baaby! Fuck! Take my cum." His cock spurted deep into her clenching pussy and Lynn could fell the hot sticky cum flooding her insides. Richard stayed inside a little while and started to pull his cock out as Clara clambered off Lynn's face.

"Ummphhh...Oh god. That was awesome" Lynn moaned, finally able to speak. Her body tingled all over and her face covered in pussy juice.

"You can say that again." Replied Clara as she petted her own pussy.

"Quick, throw me my panties." Lynn called out as the cum started to leak out of her.

"Use mine." Clara offered, "They're right next to you! And its so kinky. You come in one and you leave cum in another!"

"Congrats Partners! I think you both make the cut." Richard smiled as he wiped his cock on Lynn's soiled panties.

Working with these two wanton girls was going to be good!



The Interview



He knew it was a mistake to check out the movie channels after the fifth one he flipped through had the unmistakable name of a soft-core skin flick that Skinamax often showed early in the morning. It was cable, and pay, but it still seemed odd to Sam that they would show them at 8 and 9 o'clock in the morning. What if a child were to see it while searching for a Barney movie or something. He knew he should have stayed with the morning news but it was too late.

Apparently, "Illicit Desires 2" had something to do with a cute little blond who enjoyed the hand-held shower wand in her tub. The scene Sam stumbled upon was that of her, in her bubble bath, with the wand between her legs. She was clearly having a good time as her back arched above the water line. She rubbed her cute, and almost perfect tits as she did this. It didn't take long as she was splashing water and moaning in the stereotypical female masturbation scenes these shows have. They're not actually doing it, they're just "acting". None the less, it was quite entertaining and Sam put down the remote.

Pouring another cup of coffee and lighting a Marlboro, he lay back in the couch and put his hand between his legs. After only watching for a few moments, he was already starting to grow; touching himself through the underwear only brought it on quicker. Sam had seen many of these movies and they always had a variety of girls and guys in various situations which were simply excuses to have sex. They were blonds and brunettes and an occasional redhead; they had big tits and small tits and everything in between. Some were hot, others gorgeous, some were even average, but this little blond in the bathtub was somewhat unique: she was cute. Everything about here was cute from her nose to her hairstyle to her butt (Sam loves butts). He felt compelled to watch even though his morning was going to be busy and he didn't have much time.

The cute little blond, in the next scene, was getting to know her roommates boyfriend. He said his girlfriend "understands" so they proceeded to get it on. They followed the same script: he played with her tits, he gave her oral, she gave him oral, then they fucked. She did her best to act out a convincing orgasm scene and they faded out.

The final scene had the cute little blond confess her doings to her roommate. This resulted in the inevitable threesome. To Sam, the best scene was that of the guy doing the blond doggie-style on the sofa while she gave her roommate oral sex. It was quite a stimulating scene, particularly for so early in the morning. Sam was now both rock hard and wet. Pre-cum stained his underwear as he debated whether or not to masturbate to orgasm. He tended to touch himself too often and decided to stop and take a shower. Too much touching desensitizes and he didn't want to disappoint the many ladies he had scheduled for the weekend.

He dressed for the interview like a good accountant should. His grey suit and white shirt accented quite modestly with burgundy shoes, belt and tie. A silver watch was complimented by a stainless steel pen and a simple portfolio with legal pad for notes, resume and references. Sam had done this many times and was quite confident he would at least do well with the interview. He did not expect to get a job from this interview but he thought it was a good exercise to go through to keep him sharp. As well his recruiter had a cute little foreign accent and sounded really nice on the phone. She sounded Asian but he could not place the accent. He hoped maybe she was cute and he might get some action.

Sam arrived at the Global Consulting firm twelve minutes early. He finished his cigarette and replaced it with a piece of gum. He hoped this would kill the smell of smoke a little and he could just swallow it at the last second. It was the same plan as all of his previous interviews.

He found suite B8, swallowed and introduced himself to the receptionist at the front desk. "I'm here to see Tammi Hernandez; my name is Stephen MacPherson". "If you'd like to have a seat, I'll get her for you" was the reply of the cute little Filipina. He checked her out briefly, hoping not to get caught, as she walked down the hall. She had a nice little ass that he thought would be really nice to get a piece of. Not likely.

She returned with a gorgeous little girl: just over 5 feet tall, maybe 25 or so, with lovely tits and a great ass. She wore a smart, professional outfit that showed off her body well. The skirt was just long enough to be professional, yet short enough to show some leg; and it was tight enough that Sam could make out the fact she was wearing a thong. He would have paid quite a bit to know what color they were and more to see them. He couldn't help but look at her as a wolf sees a sheep as she introduced herself as Tammi.

He recognized the voice as he shook her hand gently; holding it for just a bit longer than he would a man; giving her a quick once-over as he did. Sam knew he was being a bit too obvious but he didn't care. He knew that this cute little girl was never going to find him the right job and that was okay. He still had some cash left and could afford to be a bit reckless on this interview. His only thought as he followed her down the hall was her hot little body and how he was going to get it.

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It was a typical recruitment interview as Sam had to complete a stack of forms that basically mimicked his resume. He rushed through it and simply put "see Resume" for many of the answers. He was tired of these forms but they all did it before they'd even talk to you. What a load of crap; they just want me in their database so they can advertise how many resources they had. Oh well, such is life.

He finished in ten or fifteen minutes and waited for his sexy little recruiter to come back. He couldn't help but pass the time by thinking about what she looked like naked. What color was her thong? Did she have a boyfriend who gave her a good fucking or was she forced to please herself like the girl in the movie? What would she taste like when he ate her out? What would she smell like? Is she a moaner or is she quiet? What would she do and say when he brought her to orgasm. The quiet daydreaming was having an adverse affect: he was starting to get hard.

He didn't notice this until she knocked on the door and entered. Sam instinctively stood up to greet her, at which point his rock hard cock shifted positions and created an obvious tent in his suit pants. And Tammi noticed this.

She didn't stare long, but she was definitely staring. She seemed flustered and distracted as she finally looked Sam in the eye, forgot what she saw, and asked if he had any questions on the forms. Sam immediately decided he was going to see if he could get any play from this hot little sex kitten. Her reaction gave him the impression, and he made the assumption that this little girl definitely had not received a good fuck in some time. He was going to change this.

"It wasn't hard," he said. "I've done it many times and know what I'm doing. Some of the fields were tight so I had to squeeze my response in there. But I think I know what you need and gave it all to you." He hoped that his somewhat overt dropping of sexual terms into the conversation would get her subconscious thinking in that direction.

The interview was no different than any other, with the exception of Sam's deliberate use of sexually suggestive terms. He used "hard" and "tight" and struggled to think of an excuse to use "wet" in an interview discussion about accounting. But he creatively used "in and out, in and out" a few times to describe month end accrual entries. The words were professional, but the tone might not have been. It seemed she was responding to his suggestions but it was always hard to tell.

"Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?" He said as he handed her the forms. "Um, yeah, sure, it's down the hall on the right" Tammi replied in her cute little Filipino accent as she stood up and pointed down the hall. He made a point to squeeze by her, placing his hands on her shoulders as he brushed by her behind her, his cock ever so gently touching her tight little ass. She shuttered slightly as he left the room and went down the hall. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that she was checking him out.

Sam straightened himself out in the bathroom, took a piss, and washed his hands. He took his time because he wanted her to know that he, not her, was in charge. He returned to the interview room quietly and noticed that Tammi was now sitting in the other chair. She seemed to be reviewing the forms but wasn't flipping the pages; she was stuck on the standard disclaimer form. He then noticed in the reflection in the window that this professional looking little Filipina had her right hand in her lap. It was positioned in such a way that she was able to place her middle finger in her crotch. Was she touching herself?

He quietly snuck back into the room and headed towards his chair. He tried, but couldn't see what her hand was doing. But her reaction gave him an idea. She almost jumped out of her chair as she realized he was back. She was definitely acting guilty of something. Trying to recover she randomly flipped to some back page; she shifted in her chair; she looked around the room and tried to avoid eye contact. Finally, she looked Sam in the eye with an animal lust. It was then that Sam realized he definitely detected the faint smell of her sex. The slight, but distinctly pungent odor had its effect and he started to get hard again.

Standing up, legs slightly wobbly, eyes slightly glazed, she asked "If you'll follow me, I'll bring you downstairs to our other office. It is still under construction so there aren't any people there yet. But I'd like you to demonstrate your skills on our system down there." She was looking again at the bulge in his pants as she walked out the door.

Sam followed her closely to the elevator. She pushed the down button as she avoided looking at him. The door opened and Sam and Tammi entered the elevator. There were a few others in it so they went to the back and faced the front. Sam positioned himself so Tammi was to his right; he held his folio in his left hand and left his right hand free. He used the premise of not bumping into her to place his right hand on the small of her back. She responded by moving her long black hair from her left to her right. The sight of her neck was intoxicating and he slowly moved his hand lower on her hot little body.

"So, are you from around here?" he asked and she turned slightly to look him in the eye. She was still trying to act professionally as she began to reply. He was counting on this fact as he slowly and carefully placed his hand on her ass. She didn't miss a beat as her eyes widened. She continued talking as she deliberately backed into his hand; clearly giving Sam the green light to explore her more.

As the elevator stopped on the next floor down, the elevator almost filled up as it seemed the lunch rush was on. The elevator was packed like a can of sardines as she repositioned herself in front of him. She was losing herself as she pushed her ass backwards into Sam's rock hard cock. She was desperately trying to dry-hump him right there in the elevator. Nobody was the wiser as standard elevator etiquette didn't allow people to look down while in an elevator. Everybody just stared at the lights, waiting to get off.

Sam took advantage of this as he reached around and felt her body. First he simply pulled her back, encouraging her to grind more. Then he got a little more bold as he slid his hand down to where hers was earlier. He used his middle finger to rub her crotch and she tensed up. Her mind had no idea what was happening, but Sam and her body did. He removed his hand and became professional again as the door opened and Tammi said, "This is us".

The crowd parted and he followed her out and into the empty office. She did not turn around and walked deliberately to a room in the corner with a few computers. It seems she was going to go cold and forget about what had just happened. She was in denial, or maybe she simply didn't know what to do next. But Sam did.

She walked to one of the computers and bent over slightly to reach the mouse. The view of her hot ass bent over in that tight skirt was a thing to behold. Sam followed her into the computer room and quietly closed the door behind him. As it had computers, it had a push-button lock that Sam made sure to use. He then walked up behind her and looked over her shoulder at what she was doing.

"This is just a little accounting test that we use to measure the skill-sets of our contractors. It shouldn't be a big deal for you to do well on it and it shouldn't take you too long." She said, trying to get back into the role of a professional. She continued to talk about something as Sam put his hands on her hips. He slowly rubbed up and down her legs, ruffling her skirt in the process. She kept talking as he continued to make his advances. He very slowly started to pull her skirt all the way up; little by little; her trying to give her normal test-taking instruction speech at the same time.

Sam was now looking down at this beautiful little Filipina with her skirt hiked up to her waist; her ass in plain view as her little pink thong separated her beautiful cheeks. He put his hand on her lower ass and put his middle finger in between her legs. He could feel her... sopping wet... the smell of her sex now thoroughly obvious to anybody with a nose. He ran his finger up the crack of her ass and she started to moan.

With this encouragement he got down on his knees; her beautiful ass staring him in the face. He inhaled loudly; smelling her sex. She stopped talking as he slowly began kissing and licking her butt. A gentle bite now and again caused her to gasp. He continued licking and kissing as he began to focus in on his target. After a few minutes, he decided to go for it.

He grabbed the sides of her thong and pulled it to the floor. She stepped out of it and re-positioned herself so she could more comfortably bend over the computer desk. She had given in to him and he was going to get what he wanted. In fact, she was going to get what she wanted too. He took the pink thong and stuffed it into his pocket. He would use it as inspiration next time he jacked off... no movie can replace the smell of a woman's sex.

He then, rather forcefully, spread her ass cheeks widely and placed his tongue on her asshole. It was clear she had never had this done to her before because she instinctively resisted the intrusion. But he had a firm grasp and continued to attack her hole. He licked and slobbered loudly as he tried to push his tongue inside of her. She feigned resistance as she whispered "no, don't" but he was going to have this. He then took his hand and reached under her; looking for the source of the wetness. He found the entrance to her sex and gently pushed his finger in, ever so slightly. Her body tensed as he pulled it out and continued to attack her ass. Returning, he slid his finger just a little more and wiggled it around. Repeatedly teasing her pussy and licking her ass, Sam continued to satisfy his hunger for this hot little vixen.

After almost 20 minutes of this, Tammi's body was screaming to get fucked. She was soaking wet. Her breathing was heavy; panting like an animal in heat. Moaning, she writhed on the table; completely giving herself to this complete stranger. When the sensations stopped, she said "Oh, no! Please don't stop. Please?" Then, when she heard the distinct sound of Sam pulling down his zipper, she knew what was going to happen. "Oh, god, yes. Please? Please??" she almost begged.

Sam needed no more encouragement as he dropped his pants. He pulled out his cock and positioned himself behind her. She had such a beautiful ass and looked like a goddess bent over the table; waiting, begging to be fucked. So he bent his cock forward, pushing it between her legs, towards her sex. It took a few seconds to find the entrance and when he did, he stopped. She gasped as she felt him at her entrance. She tried to push back so he would be inside her but she had no leverage bent over the desk. He pushed in ever so slightly, just so the head of his cock was inside her sex. In and out with only a few centimeters of cock he fucked her. He thought she was going to cry as he teased her. He couldn't make out the words but she was almost whimpering for him. She desperately needed him and couldn't take it any longer.

Neither could he as he stopped teasing. He very slowly proceeded to slide into her the entire length of his cock. She held her breath and didn't move an inch as she felt him inside her. It felt like forever as he slid in until his pelvis was flat up against her ass and he could go in no further. He held it there as she began to moan, "Oh, yes. Oh yeah. Yeah. Please. You're inside me. I feel you inside me. Oh, my god you feel so good. Oh, yes, please. Oh my god, please." Her cute little Filipina accent now driving Sam crazy.

Then, as slowly as he put it in, he pulled it out, almost all the way as she protested again. Just to slide it all the way in again. Sam slowly fucked this hot little sex kitten with long, deliberate strokes. He increased speed until they were both furiously fucking each other on the same rhythm. The sound of flesh slapping, Sam grunting, and Tammi moaning filled the sound of the room. 

The risky situation and the fact that Tammi hadn't received a good fuck in a long time quickly brought both of them towards climax. The excitement of fucking a complete stranger in a public office building was just too much for either of them to handle. The panting grew louder and the slapping flesh grew pronounced as the pace quickened.

Tammi was almost screaming, "Oh, yes, please don't stop. Please don't stop. Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah. Yes, just like that. Oh my god, I'm gonna cum. Please don't stop, I'm going to cum. Oh, yes, please make me cum. Oh, my god, I'm going to cum. Oh, oh, oh, oh,oh, yes, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh my god I'm cumming. Oh, god, yes I'm cumming, Oh, god!"

The fact she was cumming pushed Sam over the edge. There was nothing Sam enjoyed more, or turned him on more, than the sight and sound of a woman having an orgasm. Particularly if he was helping make it happen. He was going to blow.

"Oh, yeah baby, I'm gonna cum too! Oh, baby, cum with me! Oh, baby, I'm going to cum. I'm cumming baby. Cum with me! Oh, god yes!!!"

He slammed into her one last time; all the way; as deep as he could go. He buried his throbbing cock into her and held it there as he came. He pumped his seed deep into her which caused her to cum again. Her initial orgasm caused her to writhe on the table and knock the mouse onto the floor. The sound of it hitting the floor briefly shocked her orgasm but then the feel of Sam cumming ignited another. Tammi's body went rigid as she rode the waves of pleasure. She almost passed out...

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After a few minutes of simply breathing Sam pulled out, causing both of them to wince. He put his now relaxing member back into his pants, zipped up and tidied himself up. Tammi slowly got off the table and struggled to stand on her now rubbery legs. She backed up clumsily, trying to regain balance, and Sam grabbed her from behind. He held her in his arms tightly as he kissed her beautiful neck. He held her for a few moments and said, "Wow baby, you were wonderful. You were so amazing! I think its time I left, but you have my number. Give me a call sometime. You might want me to take another test."

"Yeah, okay, we'll have to see if anything opens up." Tammi said. As she turned around, Sam was walking towards the elevator. She just stood there then bent down to pick up the mouse so there would be no signs of what had happened.




The Interview



For the rest of the day, Tammi felt naughty as she had to walk around the rest of the day with no panties. She knew she was very, very bad. But this made her feel very, very good. She could not wait to set up a time where she could more properly interview Sam; maybe in his car, or maybe a more thorough exam in his bed. Hopefully, soon!



The Interview



Gina had interviewed about a dozen girls, but there was something wrong with each of them. Three of them seemed surprised to find out that one of Gina's requirements for a roommate was a job. Maybe she could look over her finances again and figure out a way to live on her own. It would be tight, but the way things were going, it seemed like her only option.

As she walked down the quad to take down her flyers, Gina caught a glimpse of a cute redhead that looked really familiar. As she got closer, the redhead smiled at Gina.

"Oh my god, Regina Cross? Hayworth Elementary, right?"

"Umm, yeah, I guess I know you, but I can't seem to place your name," Gina stammered.

"Amber Rosas, remember? You sat next to me in Ms. Richards class, second grade."

Amber, Gina definately remembered Amber now. Although she looked quite different without her thick glasses and long, stringy bangs. Totally different, Amber was hot. Amber was now about 5'7", with gorgeous long legs that were displayed quite nicely in her short black skirt. 

Gina remembers Amber being a little weird in the second grade. In fact, one day while playing tag, Gina fell and skinned her knee. Amber ran up to her and kissed her knee. All the kids made fun of Amber, but the kiss actually did make Gina feel better.


"Wow, Amber, you've, um, changed."

"Yeah, after we moved, my mom remarried some old, rich guy. So I was able to get rid of the bottle glasses, get braces, the works."

"Well, the works really worked out for you. What are you doing now?" Gina asked.

"Oh not much, just transferred in this semester. I was actually coming up here to see if I could find an apartment to rent, I think my aunt is getting tired of my late night partying, and I've been meaning to move out on my own anyway."

Was it too perfect? This great looking red head with money looking for a place to live, and Gina had just the place. Partying has never bothered Gina, in fact, Amber probably knows some really cute guys.

"Well if you want, I'm looking for a roommate. Why don't you stop by after class and take a look at the house? If I don't find someone soon, I may have to move out myself." 

"Really? Gina, I didn't mean to impose on you, but if you're really looking for a roommate...it really doesn't matter what the place looks like, I just need to move out."

"Great, we can go to my place right now."

When they got to the house, Gina showed the empty bedroom to Amber. 

"It's a little smaller than my bedroom, but your share of the rent is less. Do you like?"

"Oh it's great. But I'm curious, how much smaller is my bedroom?"

"Not that much, but you can compare them if you like?"

As the walked to the other bedroom, Gina started to feel a little nervous. She couldn't figure out why, but for some reason, she kept thinking about the small kiss Amber had placed on her knee. As she glanced back at Amber, she felt a little flushed.

"Oh, that's a beautiful quilt. My grandma used to have one just like it," Amber walked over to Gina's bed and stroked the quilt. "Is it old?"

"Only about 6 months old. I bought it at a craft show."

As Amber walked away from the bed, her shoe caught on the rug, and she tripped, banging her knee against Gina's bedpost.

"Oww, I'm so clumsy."

"Are you all right? That's quite a knock your knee took?"

"I'm okay"

"No you're not, it's bleeding. Sit down, I'll get you a band aid."

As Gina brought back the band aid, a wicked little thought entered her mind. Maybe she ought to return an old favor.

"Here you go, a kiss to make you feel better," Gina lightly kissed Amber's knee, "and a band aid."

"Just a little kiss? My knee really hurts, I think it may need a little more."

Gina was a little surprised. She was a little more than surprised as she found herself lightly licking Amber's knee. 

"Is this better?" Gina looked up, Amber was staring directly into her eyes.

"Hmmm...getting there. I think I know how make it all better," Amber reached down and cupped Gina's face. Pulling her up, Amber gently kissed Gina's lips. Gina had never kissed a girl before, it was so soft, yet powerful. Tingles swept through Gina's body and swirled around her pussy as Amber's tongue flickered inside her mouth.

"I've never done this before, I'm not sure..." Gina's words turned into a moan as Amber's hand rubbed over her jeans against her crotch.

"I'll show you. Oh, I've had such a crush on you, ever since I was a little girl. You should have seen me cry when we moved. I thought I'd never see you again," Amber whispered into Gina's ear as she lick her lobe and teased her nipples.

Amber licked her way down Gina's neck. "Take off your shirt," she whispered.

Gina quickly took off the tight T-shirt and started to unlatched her bra.

"No, I'll do that," Amber said as she licked through the black lace and nibble on Gina's nipple.

Electricity shot through Gina, no man had ever made her feel like this. They were too quick to get to fucking, but Amber was teasing her. Gina's hips bucked up against Amber was she removed Gina's bra and pinched her nipples. In response to this, Amber slid her hand down under Gina's jeans and rub against the lacy fabric of her panties. Gina was wet and could feel her panties cling to her pussy.

Amber undid Gina's pants and slid them down along with panties, then removed her own shirt and skirt. Gina had noticed before that Amber was not wearing bra, but was surprised that she had no panties on with such a short skirt. Her pubic hair was trimmed, and red. Her chest was freckled between her breast, and her nipples were pink and erect.  Gina tentatively licked one, Amber moaned in approval. Gina took Amber's nipple into her mouth and sucked. Amber meanwhile slid her finger along Gina's slit, then gently flicked at her clit. Gina caught her breath, Amber took that encouragement and slowly rubbed. 

Gina reached down, and mimicked Amber's movements.  Amber smiled, and kissed Gina deeply. As their tongues played and swirled, so did their fingers. Faster and harder until both girls came, gasping into each other's mouth.

Amber then gave Gina a small kiss on her nose. "That's just the beginning," she whispered as she repositioned herself on the bed. "Just open your legs, and do whatever comes natural."

Gina followed the directions. She spread her legs, as Amber moved herself and placed her pussy against Gina's already throbbing pussy. Slowly Amber began to grind her slippery pussy against Gina, almost automatically Gina found herself bearing down and moving her hips. She could feel Amber's hard clit brush against her clit sending little shivers down her spine and up the walls of her vagina. The friction was so delicious, Gina thought she was going to scream as Amber's pussy pressed against her, mixing their juices, sucking against her clit, her hole, her ass. Gina pinched at her nipples as her own hips swivled and bucked. She had never felt anything like this. She could feel her pussy building up and Amber pushed harder and started grinding faster, and faster.

"Ohh, ohhh, fuck Amber," Gina moaned as she grasped onto her quilt, electric shocks shooting from her pussy to her toes. She came like never before, her body trembled as the waves subsided. "I think I actually saw stars," she finally managed to say as her body went limp.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Amber smiled coyly at Gina. "I hope I made a good impression on my new roommate."

Gina laughed, "Oh, this interview was definately, um, mind blowing. When can you move in?"

"Well I could move in tonight, but unfortunately I have plans," Amber said as she gently kissed Gina's knee.

"Plans?" Gina asked, worried that Amber might be going out with somebody.

"Mmm, hmm..." was all Amber answered as she began to lick her way up Gina's leg.



The Interview



"You want me to, what?" I asked.

"Go to the North Pole and interview Santa Claus," James Rolands, said. He was the editor-in-chief of Plus magazine, a half serious, half trashy magazine geared toward one thing and one thing only, sales. 

Mr. Rolands, 45, was a driven man in a world so competitive for stories that there was no room for compassion or morality or common sense. You hesitate you lose. Find a story the public will latch onto, like Tom Cruise jumping on Oprah Winfrey's couch, and you better be the first to get that on your cover or it could cost you millions in sales. 

The pressure was enormous and Mr. Rolands, ever the consummate professional, thrived on it. Even to the point of ludicrousness.

"Word is out he's willing to do some interviews and lord knows it's been eons since he's granted one. He's angry about what's going on in the world or something like that. Quite frankly I don't give a shit,the point is, Max, we need to get that interview. That's prime time material. Short of God or Jesus granting an interview, S Claus is next in line. Know what I'm saying?"

"No," I said.

Mr. Rolands got up from behind his desk and started to pace his office. He loosened his tie, a sure sign what he was about to say was serious. "You know this business, Max. I don't need to tell you how cutthroat it is. You've seen the worst of it. But this interview is beyond all of that. This is bigger than Monica Lewinsky. You remember how we were first in line for that mess?" Mr. Rolands, as always, got a kind of twinkle in his eye as he reminisced. "This interview will make the Clinton/Lewinsky scandal seem like a stubbed toe. And that's why we have to be first on the scene. It's that big. There's no guarantee he'll give more than one interview."

"Why are you asking me? Why not get the creative to come up with a story?"

"The creative team?" Mr. Rolands asked, astonished. 

I was confused. "I'm not good at coming up with that kind of story, Jim," I said. "I work the field, remember?"

"We can't make up anything," Mr. Rolands said, aghast at the prospect. "This is St. Nick we're talking about, Max. Christ almighty. Make something up? Are you out of your mind? That would ruin us. This interview has to be printed verbatim. Claus says he "pissed off" about something, that's exactly how we print it."

I made the mistake of laughing. I couldn't help myself. I was used to Jim Rolands passion for his job - you don't run a magazine like Plus without it - but I thought this was overkill. He was sounding like he actually believed there was a Santa Claus. 

"This is no laughing matter, Max," Mr. Rolands exclaimed. He looked desperate at this point. "I hope you're giving me the raspberries, because I'm getting the serious impression you think this assignment, this assignment I'm offering you, the assignment of a lifetime I might add, is not on the up and up." 

"I don't mean to laugh, Jim," I said. "I'm trying to get into this. Really, I am. I mean I can see the monetary value and all, given the season, but I don't think I'm the man for the job."

"Not the man for the job?" Mr. Rolands said in disbelief. "You're the best field man we have, Max. Bar none. This story came across my desk and you're the first, and only one I might add, I thought of. No one can get me this story but you."

"If you need to use my name for credibility I'm willing to play along," I said.

Then Mr. Rolands stopped and just stared at me. "Why are you doing this to me, Max?" 

"I told you, Jim, I'm not good at this. You ask me to go interview Osama Bin Laden in Afghanistan and I'm on the next flight with exclusives on what that son of a bitch eats for breakfast, lunch and dinner. But I can't do this. I can't make up an interview with Santa Claus. It's not in me."

Mr. Rolands shoulders slackened and he sat down on the edge of his desk. "So that's what this is all about?" He sounded relaxed now, almost relieved. "You don't believe, do you?"

"Believe what?"

"In Santa Claus," he said. I laughed louder than I meant to, but I could see in Jim's eyes he wasn't taking me seriously. "You don't believe there is a Santa Claus, do you, Max?"

"Do you?"

"I'd love to get into a long discussion about this, Max, really I would, but time is of the essence here." Mr. Rolands leaned over his desk, grabbed a map and unrolled it. "Now the closest I could get you is an airport in the small city of Columbia. That's in Greenland by the way." Mr. Rolands pointed to a spot on the map, the northern most tip of Greenland. "There is a chartered dog sled team waiting to take you as far as the border of St. Nick's palace, which I understand, is just beyond this cleft in the mountains," he said pointing to the gap. "They won't go any further than that however."

I sat there dumbfounded. "Why not?"

"Wouldn't say," Mr. Rolands said breezing over the subject. "But the important thing is that gets you at his front door and that's further than anyone else will be by the time they catch wind of his decision. I'm guessing it will be a first come, first serve proposition. First one there gets the interview. And who better than Max Albright?"

"I'm speechless, Jim," I said.

"No need to thank me right now, Max. There will be time enough for that after you get back. Now your flight..."

"Hold on a second, Jim," I said curtly. "You bring me in here and feed me some crap about interviewing Santa Claus and traveling to Greenland with a dog sled team and you... and you expect me to believe this? I play along for awhile, laugh it up, I mean it's the season and all, but enough is enough." 

Mr. Rolands looked hurt. Like a ten year old who finally finds out Santa Claus is not for real. 

"You only have forty-five minutes to catch your flight," he said.

"I'm not catching any flights until I quit getting dicked around," I said, firmly.

Mr. Rolands took a deep breath and exhaled. "I sort of figured it would come to this. Dim those lights, would ya." 

I reached over and turned down the lights. Mr. Rolands grabbed a remote control on his desk and the television in upper corner of his office came to life.

"What I'm about to show you is for your eyes only. Understood?" 

"Sure," I said, unconvincingly.

A grainy image appeared on the screen in black and white. I moved up in my seat to get a closer look. It looked like a gargoyle.

"What the fuck is that?" I asked.

"We're not completely positive but we think it's a worker elf," Mr. Rolands said. "It's hard to tell. Nobody has ever seen one."

"That's one of Santa's elves?" I asked, skeptically.

"Listen," Mr. Rolands said. He turned up the volume and the elf spoke in a gruff, scratchy voice.

"I haven't much time, but I should think this information may be of some importance to the outside world. The man is not happy and it would be a good bet he might be willing to talk about it," the elf, or whatever it was, said, before the screen went blank.

Mr. Rolands turned the television off.

"It's a hoax," I said. 

"It's not a hoax, Max. Santa Claus is real and I have proof."

Mr. Rolands went to his safe hidden behind the Monet print on the far wall. He dialed in the combination and opened the safe. He reached inside and came out with a manila folder. Oh, god, here it comes, I thought, an authentic letter from the North Pole signed by the man. 

"I would have thought you, of all people, would have stumbled across something like this already, considering every place you've traveled," Mr. Rolands said. He laid the manila folder on his desk and reached inside. "But apparently not. Here." He handed me an 8 x 10 photograph.

"What's this?" I asked. "A picture of..." But I didn't finish. I stared at the photograph. It was a black and white photo of me as a child on Christmas morning. I was maybe ten years old and I was opening a gift I still remembered to this day. It was a Daniel Boone rifle. When I opened that gift - a gift I had hoped for but never thought I would get - I had this wonderful feeling flow through me. It was a small gift, but the feeling it gave me was immense.

"What do you see?" Mr. Rolands asked.

My thoughts were racing like a marathon of runners jostling for the lead. I had never seen this picture in the shoe box of old photos my mother used to keep in the bottom of her dresser drawer. And this was not a picture I would have forgotten. 

Looking at the picture made me feel like I did that morning. It was my fondest Christmas memory. The lights on the tree illuminating the living room, the early morning darkness as the snow fell lazily, as if it were in slow motion, and everything that morning, that whole day, fell into place. It was my perfect Christmas day. 

I wanted to accuse Jim of stealing this photo and using it against me. But how can you steal something that doesn't exist? I wanted to accuse him of something, some kind of trickery, anything, but I was too stunned to make accusations. 

"What did you see?" I finally asked Mr. Rolands.

"My fondest childhood memory from Christmas," he answered. "That's what everyone sees who looks at the photo. And there's only one person in the world who would know that. Santa Claus."

I wanted to ask Mr. Rolands where he got this photograph, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was he was telling the truth. No matter how much I tried to rationalize it, there was no denying the flood of emotions that photograph had caused to wash over me. There could be no other explanation.

"You'll be flying out of O'Hare," Mr. Rolands told me when I finally came down from out of the clouds. 

"What about a photographer?" I asked.

"One is meeting you there," Mr. Rolands said quietly.

I stopped and turned to him. "Who?" I asked.

"Charlie," Mr. Rolands answered tentatively. "Now before you react we needed the best, and Charlie is the best."

That was true, Charlie was the best freelance photographer around. The problem was Charlie and I had a past. A past torn apart by the fact we both traveled the globe and trying to piece together a relationship under those circumstances is impossible.  

"This assignment is full of surprises," I said. But I was glad. I had longed to see Charlie. I was just hoping she felt the same way. "Does she know I'm along for the ride?"

"That's why she agreed to it."

On the way to O'Hare I reminisced. I had met Charlie for the first time five years ago on an assignment in Tucson to interview Julia Roberts, who was on hiatus from film making and was about to reenter the world of celebrity. It was front cover news and Charlie and I had been assigned to make as much of it as we could.

It was an unusual assignment because it was taking place the day before Thanksgiving. Miss Roberts was having friends and family flown out for a huge dinner at the posh Western Desert Spa - a place she frequented for both mental and physical rejuvenation. 

We met at the Tucson International Airport. I was waiting at the baggage claim area with our driver when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught this ball of fire rushing toward us. She was pulling her luggage behind her like she was in a Nascar race, and she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

"Are you guys with Plus?" she asked, hurriedly.

"Yeah," I answered.

"I'm Charlie Harrington. Your photographer." 

"Nice to meet you," I said, shaking her hand. "Max Albright."

"Are we ready to go?" she asked. Charlie, as I would soon come to find out, was perpetually in a hurry.

"As soon as I get my luggage," I said. "That's all you have?"

"I travel light," she said.

You would have thought someone had set her on fire and she was looking around for somewhere to put herself out.

"We don't meet Miss Roberts for another four hours," I said. "We thought we'd check in at the hotel and grab a bite to eat. I assume you eat."

Charlie looked at me and then smiled. "Sure, I eat."

Besides the glittering smile and ocean blue eyes, surrounded by a full head of blonde, curly hair, Charlie had a great sense of humor.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked.

"Shoot," she answered, laughing.

"You're sort of hyperactive?"

"Sort of?"

"Always in a hurry?"

"Always."

"How do you find time to take care of all that hair?"

"It's my one vice, if you could call it that. My hair is so naturally curly that I can get away with washing it and then just letting it dry. I just can't cut it. I know I should, it would be easier to take care of, but I can't bring myself to do it. It's stupid, I know."

"I don't think so," I said. "I think it looks great."

"Thanks."

"It wouldn't be you if you cut it." Charlie cocked her head to one side and looked at me. "What?" I asked.

"That's exactly what my mother told me. 'Charlene,' she said. 'That hair is your trademark. People know it's you coming from a mile away.'"

"Smart woman," I said and we both laughed. 

We drove the rest of the way to Western Desert Spa, the posh resort where Julia Roberts was staying, and made small talk. I kept stealing glances at Charlie. She had on a pair of khaki shorts and a button-down, short-sleeved shirt. The shirt was unbuttoned low enough I could see the freckles that danced in between her breasts. Simple attire for people like her and I; people always on the go. Except in Charlie's case, with her long, tanned legs and gangly arms, she filled out her outfit like Julia Roberts in a Gucci gown.

I wanted to reach over and run my fingers through her explosion of curly hair. I wanted to bury my nose in it and smell the fragrance of her shampoo, her bodily aroma. I wanted to lose myself in that jungle of hair.

I listened to Charlie talk about some of her more harrowing assignments. Like the time she had been sent to Bangladesh to do a shoot on teenagers being used as slave labor, the minimum of minimum wages, to support their families.

"I got caught up in a police raid," she said. "Apparently, in the small village I was in, word had leaked out that there was hashish being distributed from there and the police came in, brandishing some very big guns, and arrested me and my crew."

"Why?" I asked.

"They thought we were posing as journalists in order to smuggle the hash out of the country." 

"What happened?"

"We spent a week in jail."

Somewhere, in my memory, I recalled hearing about what had happened. Every journalist or photo-journalist's nightmare. But Charlie wasn't feeling sorry for herself. It was a hazard of the job.

After we arrived at Western Desert Spa, checked in and had some lunch, we met with Miss Roberts earlier than expected. The interview and photo shoot went smooth as silk. I had worked with Julia Roberts in the past, when she had trouble on the set of Hook, and I was kind to her in the press. She remembered and it was paying off.

I was worried that Charlie's look might intimidate, but she hit it off with Miss Roberts and soon after they were sharing quips of familiar celebrities. 

I stood in the background and watched Charlie work. I watched her body - she had changed into a pair of faded jeans and tank top - move and flow with her camera. Charlie liked to work free-style, moving about the room snapping pictures and engaging her subject in conversation, capturing pictures that were both natural and staged. Charlie's trademark, signature style. 

"You two make a good team," Miss Roberts said to Charlie and I after we had finished. "I'm looking forward to seeing the article."

"Thanks," we replied.

"Tomorrow I'm having a Thanksgiving dinner. If you two are still going to be around you're more than welcome to join us."

The invitation to join a Thanksgiving feast was a rarity for our field. I couldn't count the number of times I had spent the holidays in some foreign country or far away city. I hate to say I had become numb to feeling sorry for myself and what I was missing. The invitation opened the floodgates of Thanksgiving memories. My family would make our annual trek to Pittsburgh. It was a huge family affair. The memories of smells and tastes had hit me so unexpectedly I couldn't control the tears that leaked from my eyes.

I caught Charlie looking at me, and in that moment I could see she felt the same way. 

"That would be nice," I said.

"I'd like that too," Charlie added.

"Great," Miss Roberts said. "Dinner is at two and guests will be arriving around noon. You are welcome any time after that."

The rooms we had at the Western Desert Spa were too spacious for one person. They had a living room, kitchen, bedroom and a miraculous bathroom complete with a tub that I could have swam laps in. I decided I would go over my notes and tapes of the interview for about an hour, and then fill the tub, open a bottle of wine and relax. 

Except I couldn't concentrate on my notes. Charlie kept drifting back into my mind. I was wondering what she was doing. Maybe she had already filled her tub and was up to her neck in bath oils and bubbles. The thought of her buoyant breasts floating just beneath the surface of the oily bubbles raced to my crotch.

"Jesus Christ," I yelled to myself. This was not the type of job where you could let your imagination get carried away. The long, lonely trips almost made it a necessity to live like a hermit, quelling emotions and feelings of lust until an opportunity, a sure thing, presented itself.

I returned to my notes, reading and rereading until I realized I hadn't retained one word. This was not like me. I was as focused as anyone in the business. It was why I got the big assignments. Nothing, and I mean nothing, would get in my way. Not even a curly-haired photographer whose very voice melted me like ice in the desert.

"Stop!" I yelled. What was I doing? Tomorrow morning I would leave a note at the front desk, that I had been called away on assignment, giving my regards and making an educated escape before I did something stupid, like falling for Charlie.

There was a knock on my door. I hurried to the door wanting to shoo away the intruder - more than likely room service - so I could pack up and sail away.

I opened the door and Charlie stood there in shorts, flip-flops and tank top, her hair damp from a shower. She had a bottle of wine in her hand.

"Want some company?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, inviting Charlie into my room. The smell of perfume and the painted toenails did not go unnoticed. 

"I spend enough nights alone," Charlie said, kicking off her flip-flops and placing the bottle of wine on the kitchen counter. "I'm tired of it." Charlie sat up on one of the stools. "Aren't you?"

I was. Always had been, but it was part of the job and no one went into it with blinders on. I had had affairs along the way, but I knew Charlie would be different. I knew I wouldn't forget about Charlie tomorrow or the next day or the next thirty days.

"Do you mind?" I asked. "I was about to jump in the shower."

"No. That will give me time to chill the wine and pop the cork," Charlie said, jumping off the stool and grabbing the bottle of wine. "What are you waiting for?"

I went into the massive, tiled stall, the one with four shower heads on each side, and showered.

"I hope you like red wine," Charlie yelled from the kitchen.

"That's fine," I replied. "There's another bottle of white in the frig."

"I already found that," Charlie said. Her voice had come from the doorway to the bathroom. I froze, afraid to turn around, the shower stall door was clear glass. "How much longer are you going to be?"

"I'm almost finished," I said.

"I'll pour the wine," Charlie said. "Nice ass by the way."

I looked down, trying to control my natural urges, but failing. I just hoped my pants weren't sticking out in the front when I walked out of the bathroom.

"I thought our work went very well," Charlie yelled.

"So did I," I said, as I walked back in the room. "Very well indeed." 




The Interview



Charlie had two tall glasses of wine poured. She was sitting on the couch with her feet propped up on the coffee table and the fireplace blazing away.

"It's one of those fake fireplaces," Charlie said.

"Probably helps if you dim the lights."

Charlie didn't reply. It was one of those moments, the ball was in my court. I sat down, close to Charlie, and took a glass of the wine. 

"Okay," Charlie said, disappointed.

"It's a remote," I said, taking the small remote control from the coffee table and dimming the lights.

Charlie smiled at me, the embarrassment ticking away by the second. "I knew that," she said. 

"I could tell," I said, as I placed a hand on Charlie's soft thigh. She placed a hand on mine. 

"Cheers," she said.

"Cheers."

We clinked glasses and drank.

I placed my glass of wine on the coffee table, took Charlie's and did the same.

"This is romantic," she said. "I can't remember the last time..." I placed a finger over her lips, leaned in and replaced my finger with my lips. 

There was a taste of wine as Charlie's lips parted. I moved my lips lightly across hers, my tongue sliding in, touching hers in a slow dance of motion. I moved my hand to the back of her neck, slipping through the tangle of curly hair and pressed her mouth to mine. I wanted to swallow her. 

The kiss was not enough. We were in a struggle to extract from one another something we had long denied ourselves, passion and emotion. It was as if Charlie were breathing life into me and I into her, a life we had long ago forgotten. 

I pulled away and looked at Charlie, our breathing deep and rhythmic. I felt her hand between my legs. I closed my eyes and drank in the feeling, her hand cupped over my hardness, pressing into me.

"Touch me," Charlie whispered.

My hand made its way down Charlie, brushing against her breasts, over her stomach to her shorts. They were unbuttoned, my fingertips touching the top of her panties, slipping under the elastic and down to the mound of hair, wet with desire. Charlie moaned and pushed her hips up, my fingers slipping easily inside, the sensation of warmth like I had dipped my fingers into warm folds of honey. 

I wanted to taste that honey. I leaned back, placed my hands on the sides of her shorts and pulled them off along with her panties. I looked from Charlie's eyes, those ocean blue eyes filled with the color of desire, to the moist, swollen lips of her pussy and back again. It was as if we had known each other forever, or in some past life; like I had never seen this woman before and like I had seen her a million times. 

Charlie playfully placed her feet on my chest. I took her feet in my hands and licked her toes. I put an ankle against the side of my face and closed my eyes. The softness, the feeling of her ankle against my cheek and I knew at that moment I was hopelessly lost in this world called Charlie Harrington.

I spread Charlie's legs wide open, placing one over the couch and one on the coffee table. I began to kiss the back of her thighs. The smell of her skin was intoxicating. I took a deep breath and kissed my way down to the folds of her sex. The smell of her wetness making me dizzy. I put my tongue at the base and slowly ran it up the slit, the wetness so slick I slipped my tongue into her depths and then up over clit. 

Charlie moaned, grabbed the back of her knees and pulled her legs to her chest exposing herself fully to me. I spread her lips with my fingers and drove my tongue inside the folds. The passion rising like heat on the desert sand. 

I slowly moved my tongue back up over her clit, back and forth, pausing to apply pressure. Her clit felt like someone had set it on fire. I paused to look at it, beating red like a tiny heart.

"It's been a while," Charlie whispered.

I looked at her, that face like an angel, the wild, curly hair laid out like a Salvador Dali halo. Charlie dropped her knees and I went to her. Our lips finding each other, our arms wrapped around each other like we would never let go. The kisses a pounding fury of passion and as we ripped the rest of our clothes off I entered her. 

We laid there on the couch, embracing in a post-coital haze, like we were on a different planet, a different world, a different plane. I never wanted to leave Charlie. I wanted to stay there forever.

We had a private jet out of O'Hare and Charlie was meeting us there.

"She's waiting," Mr. Rolands told me on my cell phone.

"I'll be there in minutes," I said.

I could see Charlie well before we arrived at our gate. That unmistakable hair noticeable from a thousand miles away. She was looking out at the tarmac. My emotions, already shot because of the photograph, were not prepared. I had to stop, my knees giving out. I couldn't move. I wasn't ready for this. If she turned, at that moment, and looked at me I knew I would crumble like house of cards in a tornado. But that's just what she did.

We had tried to make it work. We both felt the same way, but unless we gave up our respective jobs - something neither of us were willing to do - it would never work. And it didn't. Despite the much anticipated reunions - cramming a lifetime into a day or a weekend - the separations became too much. 

"Hey," Charlie yelled to me and came running. 

It was like yesterday. Watching Charlie run towards me was like we had never parted. I hadn't lost an ounce of feelings for her. I couldn't help myself. I ran to her, meeting in the tangle of seats and hugged her like I never wanted to let go.

"I've missed you," Charlie said, grabbing my face in her hands to look at me. She had tears in her eyes.

"I've missed you more," I said.

"Who would have thought Santa Claus would have brought us together again?" 

"An interview no less," I said. I wanted to kiss her and feel her against me. It was like I had lost something, found it and became whole again.

"We always were a good team," Charlie said.

"We sure were."

"Your flight is ready," a voice said from behind us. It was the co-pilot. "We need to leave now."

Charlie and I grabbed our things, followed the co-pilot out to the tarmac and boarded the Lear jet. The small jet had only three seats on each side. Charlie and I sat opposite one another and strapped in. I reached out and took her hand.

The flight to Greenland took seven hours and in that time Charlie and I filled each other in on what we had been doing since the last time we had met. Charlie, as usual, had been around the world numerous times. I had been traveling almost exclusively in the states, but I had been traveling non-stop. The one thing we both had in common is neither of us had been with anyone else since our time together.

"I just couldn't do it," Charlie said. "I tried, but every time I..."

"I know," I said. I did know. Every time I even thought about being with someone else Charlie's face would pop into my head and I knew I couldn't do it. Not guilt - what was there to feel guilty about? - but I knew that whoever I was with my thoughts would drift to Charlie. That no matter who I was with it would never compare to her. Never.

Columbia was a small town at the very tip of northern Greenland. We were late in landing due to heavy snowfall. We circled the small airport five times before the runway, one that was far too small for any commercial airliner, was cleared. No sooner had we landed when the two pilots refueled and left the country like they were fugitives.

We were led to a small cabin where two dog sled teams stood waiting.

"Shake a leg, will ya," one of the guides called out. There were two of them, both clad in heavy, fur-skinned coats and beards just as thick. They looked like mountain men. "The dogs are getting antsy," he said.

"Your outfits are in the cabin, eh," the other said. 

Charlie and I entered the small cabin. It was toasty warm with a blazing fire in the huge fireplace.

"Maybe we could just stay here," Charlie said.

"Tempting, but I don't think Grizzly Adams would appreciate it. And it looks like Plus is serious about this interview." 

Mr. Rolands had seen to state-of-the-art arctic outfits. We certainly wouldn't have to worry about freezing to death. A thought I hadn't taken into consideration until just then.

There was a loud knock on the cabin door. One of the mountain men yelled, "Hurry up, will ya. Or we're gonna pull out, eh!"

We put our outfits on and packed our gear in the sleds. Our guides names were Gerry and Luke, from North Dakota, who had made their way up through Canada and made a living running tourists to the North Pole. 

"So you're going to interview the one, eh?" Gerry asked as the sleds pulled away. I was riding with Gerry and Charlie with Luke.

"Gonna try," I replied.

"That's an ambitious quest, ya know," Luke said, and the two laughed. "Never had anyone crazy enough to do that, eh, Gerr?"

"Not that I can remember there, Luke. Surely I would. Can't say as we ever took anybody up for that reason."

"No, sir. Just took tourists up there to try and catch a glimpse of the palace. Nothing more," Luke said.

"We've never so much as seen the palace except maybe on a clear day, don't cha know," Gerry added.

"And even that was just a glimpse, eh?"

"Just a glimpse."

"Ain't that a fact, eh?" 

"Why not?" I asked.

"Cause it's wicked snowy up there in the arctic, don't cha know," Gerry said. "Wicked snowy."

"What I meant was, why haven't you seen the palace more often?"

"Cause we only go as far as the cleft in mountains, eh. I'm supposing they told that already."

"Yeah," I said. "Why don't you go any further?"

"It's magical up there, eh," Gerry said. "Not meant for the likes of us, don't cha know."

"Don't reckon the one would take too kindly to so much meddling by the likes of us. I'm supposing we're lucky enough he lets us do what we're doing. Don't want to push it, eh."

"Afraid he'll forget about you on Christmas?" Charlie asked.

"Does it look like we're worried?" Luke said, referring to their attire.

"Guess not," Charlie laughed.

"It's wicked magical up there," Gerry said. "How do you think it remains so private? The one needs to make sure that stays intact, don't cha know. We figure we've pushed it as far as the one will let us."

"What stays intact?" I asked.

"The mystery. Wouldn't be Christmas without it."

"That's why he picked the North Pole, eh. It's filled with magic and no one in their right mind would dare to try to make the journey."

"Why not?" I asked.

"I reckon you'll be the first to find that out, don't cha know."

The journey to the cleft in the mountains took about eight hours. Gerry and Luke set up a shelter and we slept the night in relative comfort considering the elements. In the morning we set out.

"We'll be waiting here for ya," Gerry said. "But if you're not back in twenty-four, well, I reckon you won't be coming back."

"I reckon you're right, Gerr. Good luck."

"Thanks," I said.

The cleft was squeezed between two massive mountains. If not for the small fizzure between the mountains there would have been no other possible way through. Charlie and I started down the path in the cleft - a path we should have thought suspicious at the time - but we were just glad to have an easy go of it. 

The wind was bitter cold and the snow had begun to fall heavily. It seemed every step we took the snow came down in thick torrents. We turned to look back, but Gerry and Luke were just a white wall of thick snow. The path behind us was three feet deep now, but the path in front of us was still clear and visible. 

"Maybe this is magic," Charlie yelled to me through the wind.

I couldn't disagree.

We walked for what seemed like a mile before the snow started to give way to a break in the clouds. We were rounding a bend and coming to what looked like a clearing in the cleft.

"Is that the sun coming out?" Charlie asked.

"I think so," I said. "Let's take a look."

We hurried towards the clearing and the sun, like a warm spring day, was bursting through the clouds. We had just made to the end of the path, the palace of Santa Claus just ahead, when I felt a sharp, icy cold pinprick on my neck. I heard Charlie yell in pain before blackness overtook us.

The Ice Queens, as they were known, stood six feet tall. They were the guardians of the cleft and had ambushed us with their icy sedation. Romain and Dominique were their names.

I was the first to awaken I was naked and tied down on a slab of foot thick ice. The two queens stood before me. Their faces, white like fresh snow and sparkling like glitter, stared down at me. Their eyes were light blue and their lips lavender. Their hair, long and thick and coated with frost, moved as if it were in slow motion. The long fingers of their hands tipped with icy nails. They both had on skin tight outfits that looked like frosted latex, their bodies perfect and supple, lithe and cold. They also had on spiked heels, the spikes made of cold steel and fined to sharp points. I glanced over and saw Charlie, naked as well, tied to another slab.

"Look at us," Romain, the more dominant of the two said with a voice both hoarse and soft. "We are your masters now. Not the bitch."

"He doesn't look like much," Dominique said, reaching out and flicking my cock with her icy finger.

"But we have the woman also," Romain said. 

"Oh, yes," Dominique said, wantonly. "I am looking forward to her tongue on me."

My cock stirred. With Dominique still running her finger over my shaft and her seductive stares at Charlie, I began to get hard. 

Romain looked at me. "This excites you. Wake up the girl," Romain told Dominique.

Dominique went to Charlie and began to rub her breasts, the index finger on Dominique's right hand, the one that had just been on my cock, was now a soft pink color, the icy nail gone. 

Charlie moaned, rolled her head and opened her eyes, scared, confused. 

"Come back over here," Romain said to Dominique. "We will come back to her." The palms of Dominique's hands the same soft pink.

I looked at Charlie, as Dominique made her way back to us, and tried to tell her, with my eyes, everything would be fine. 

I felt a cold finger on my cheek. "Turn and look at me," Romain commanded. "You are ours now. Do you understand?" I hesitated. "Do you understand?" Romain asked in a more stern voice.

"Yes," I answered.

"Good."

Romain looked over to Charlie and smiled. She turned to Dominique, placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her down to my cock. Dominique ran her fingernail down the shaft, my cock growing rigid as ice. 

"That's good," Romain whispered. "That's very good. Take him in your mouth, Dominique."

Dominique placed my cock in her cold mouth, her tongue sliding down the shaft, the warmth slowly rising as my cock slid in and out.

"That's so very good." Romain placed her hand on the back of Dominique's head, taking a hold of her icy hair and moving her head up and down on my cock. Romain placed her other hand on my balls and rubbed them. She pushed Dominique's head down until her icy lips touched my pubic hair. She leaned in and whispered to Dominique, "I want to taste his cock with you." 

Romain let go of Dominique's hair and they both started to lick the sides of my cock. The feeling, as their tongues went from cold, to warm to hot, was indescribable. Romain would hold my cock out for Dominique and Dominique would eagerly suck my cock into her mouth. Romain would pump the shaft as Dominique sucked. Then they would switch. Dominique would grab my cock and rub it over Romain's lips. They met over my cock and shared a deep tongue kiss, their hands pumping my cock and rubbing my balls. Then they licked back and forth, up and down the shaft, Romain holding the head of my cock as they licked and sucked. Dominique slid down and started licking and sucking my balls while Romain engulfed my cock, fucking her mouth in deep, long strokes. And all the while their lips, tongue and hands were hot with color. 

I looked over to Charlie, the shocked expression on her face was slowly being replaced by the unmistakable look of desire.

Romain caught me looking at Charlie. She rose from my cock and, without taking her eyes off Charlie, straddled my face. Romain lowered her white pussy lips to my face and it was then I realized it was not latex that covered their skin: it was frost. 

Romain's pussy lips were sucked up inside, but as soon as I laid my warm tongue against the cold slit, it was like a secret doorway opened, the lips sliding out, all slippery wet and pink with desire. A slid my tongue deep inside and Romain moaned, leaning back into me and burying my face in her pussy. Romain slid her pussy back and forth over my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and found her clit. Romain ground into my face, my tongue pressed against her clit until she came. I watched as Romain's entire pelvic area and firm, round ass turned pink with life.

"Oh, God," she moaned. "That's so good." Romain slowly moved her wet pussy over my face. "You must have some of this, Dominique."

"I want the girl," Dominique said.

"You shall have her when I say it is time."

"Please," Dominique pleaded. 

"She looks ready, doesn't she?" Romain asked.

"Her pussy is wet," Dominique cooed.

"Soon, my precious," Romain said. Then she leaned over and took my cock in her mouth. I started to lick her pussy again. Dominique came around, behind Romain, stuck two fingers in my mouth and then into Romain's upturned ass. Romain moaned loudly and ground her pussy into my face as Dominique moved her fingers in and out of her ass. Romain had another orgasm and I watched as her legs, all the way to the knees, became flushed with color.

Romain lay motionless. Dominique pulled her fingers out of Romain's ass and then gently kneaded the two mounds of tight flesh. "Can we have the girl now?" Dominique begged. 

I could feel Romain lift her head and look at Charlie. "I think she's ready." 

Dominique squealed with delight. 

Romain slowly climbed off of me. I saw Dominique standing next to Charlie, her hands trembling as she reached out to stroke her face. Romain moved to Charlie's other side and cupped a breast. Dominique looked to Romain for approval and Romain nodded her head. Dominique bent down and kissed Charlie deeply on the mouth. To my surprise I saw Charlie's tongue dart out of her mouth and into Dominique's, their tongues battling in a passioned frenzy. Romain leaned over and took one of Charlie's breasts in her mouth and began to suck the erect nipple. Charlie moaned with desire. 

Dominique slipped down and took Charlie's other nipple in her mouth. The two Ice Queens worked on Charlie's nipples. Charlie moved her hips in a grinding motion. One I recognized; she wanted to be touched. 

From my viewpoint I could see the glistening folds of her pussy and a rush of memories poured into me. The text messages we would send each other when we were apart. 

I long for your cock in my mouth.

I want to taste you again.

My pussy is so wet. I wish you were here to taste it.

I want to feel myself inside you.

I want to taste your come again.

And so on and so on. The text messages, at times, almost too much to bear. It would be months on end before we could find time to meet. And those times, when we would finally have a day together, were like cramming the ocean blue into a thimble.

I wanted to tear myself away when I realized that what I thought was a slab of ice, was merely a bed. And the ice that had covered the outside was gone. I looked around the large expanse of what I once thought was a cave of ice, only to see huge beams of wood stretched across the ceiling. Everything in the cave was melting and a room was appearing. A room with a fireplace and chairs and tables. 




The Interview



The sound of Charlie moaning drew my attention. Dominique had now moved down between her legs and was licking her pussy. Dominique's head was moving in long, slow strokes up Charlie's pussy and stopping to sway back and forth over her clit. Charlie moaned and I could see her hands struggling to grab Dominique's head and grind it into her pussy. Romain was alternately sucking on her breasts and giving her deep tongue kisses. Romain's upper torso now pink to her shoulders.

Charlie started to breath heavily, ready to climax, when Romain climbed on the bed and straddled Charlie's face from behind. Again, Charlie surprised me by eagerly licking Romain's pussy. Romain leaned over and began to lick Charlie's pussy while Dominique lubricated her fingers and inserted them in Charlie's ass. I saw Charlie lift her hips and then rotate them in a determined attempt to come. Romain increased her tempo and Charlie screamed out in a powerful orgasm. Soon after Romain came on Charlie's face.

Almost all of Romain's body was now flesh-colored. Everything except her breasts. She looked up at me, crawled off of Charlie and cut my binds. She took my face in her hands and brought them to her breasts. I greedily sucked at the nipples and felt the skin turn from an icy cold to warm flesh.

As I sat on the edge of the bed, immersed in sucking on the warm nipples of Romain, I felt another sets of hands on my body. Dominique had come onto the bed with me and, from behind, kneaded Romain's breasts as I continued to suck them. 

"I want you to fuck her," Romain said to me. "Fuck her good because her legs and chest are still frozen. Fuck her until she turns human again."

I turned around, stood at the edge of the bed and pulled Dominique to me. She laid before me with her legs spread open. Her bare pussy pink and wet, I pushed my cock into her. Dominique moaned with delight as I shoved my cock into her. I leaned forward on my hands and pounded into Dominique. Every time I shoved my cock into her, part of her body would turn to warm flesh. She wrapped her legs around my back. Romain and Charlie, now freed from her binds, knelt on either side of Dominique and started to kiss her and rub her breasts. Charlie leaned up and kissed me deeply, the smell of Romain's sex strong on her lips. I sucked them into my mouth and savored the taste. 

Dominique began to thrust her hips forward, with each thrust her body turning warmer and warmer until she flushed with a strong orgasm, squeezing me from behind and then melting into exhaustion.

I pulled out of Dominique.

"Now it is your turn," Romain said to me. "Your cock has served us well."

With that Romain knelt before me and swallowed my cock deep into her throat. She grabbed my ass and shoved my cock in as deep as she could. The back of her throat massaging the head of my cock until I came in spasms. Romain's body glowing from it's heat.

Romain turned and kissed Dominique deeply, her tongue coated with my come. The two sharing it's warmth in the deep, soulful kiss.

The entire cavernous room was now rich in the warm colors of wood and brick. Romain and Dominique, were off near the kitchen area fixing some drinks in all their glorious, beautiful nakedness. Charlie and I, near the fireplace, were lost in each other.

"I hate to admit how much I've missed you," I said to her. "Always have."

Charlie stared at me. At first I thought this had all been too much for her, but she smiled lightly. "I don't want to lose you again, Max. I know that now."

"I'll follow you anywhere," I said.

"No," Charlie whispered. "We'll find a way to work together."

But I knew that would never happen. Not in our line of business. It's what set us apart from all the kids in college who had aspired to be journalists or professional field photographers. We were willing to sacrifice a personal life for a professional career. The first time there was a major assignment that wouldn't involve both us...well, let's just say it was in our blood to take it. I'll be back soon. I swear. I could hear the scenario playing over and over in my head. The inevitable scenario. 

"You must leave soon," Romain called out. "Our warmth will not last long."

Romain and Dominique were sisters of different mothers. Their mothers were Ice Queens, as their mothers before them. Keepers of the passage to the palace. Their incentive, their payment if you want to get technical, was exactly what we had given them...life.

It seemed a cruel fate, but watching Romain and Dominique enjoy the short time they had to be human again, was a pleasure. They appreciated every second they had. They took nothing for granted. 

Charlie and I grabbed our clothes and began to dress.

"You won't need the winter clothes," Romain said, her arm around Dominique, cupping her breast and moving the nipple between her fingers.

"Why not?" I asked.

"The weather is forever spring here. Well, forever spring after this," Romain said, referring to their domicile. She leaned in and kissed Dominique. A passionate kiss, their hands moving over each others bodies. 

"Be alert," Dominique said to us over Romain's shoulder. "We are the first test."

"Test?" I asked. But Dominique and Romain were tangled in another embrace. Our cue to leave.

Charlie and I walked outside into the warm spring air, green grass beneath our feet and a bright, yellow sun above us. But what we saw in the far distance left us speechless...



The Interview



"Vanessa, this is Nicolas Harrow. Nick will be taking care of your shoot, and the interview, as well." Nick gently shook the hand of the insanely hot raven-haired beauty in front of him. She was all of barely five feet nothing, but every inch of her was sultry confidence. He cleared his throat as she gave him a knowing smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Marcil. Please, make yourself comfortable." She arched an eyebrow provocatively, and her tongue darted out quickly, wetting her lips. She smiled as she dragged her teeth over her bottom lip, and Nick blinked and cleared his throat again.

"So, uh, how would you like to proceed? We can either do the shoot first, or the interview. It's of course up to you." She tilted her head to the side and shrugged prettily. Nick frowned, trying to focus. He'd photographed at least a dozen celebrities so far in the last three weeks.

It was all for the month long E! Entertainment channel special on stars and their charities. He'd done several wrestling shoots, a few movie shoots, two radio shoots, and now he was on to television. Vanessa stared down the hallway at the modest studio. 

"Guess we might as well get over the photography part. How many shots are you aiming for?" Nicolas looked down at his camera and shrugged. 

"I'd give you a definite figure but it'd be a lie. In honesty, I'm just aiming for enough shots so that I can spread them out over your interview plan. They've given me about 40 minutes per interview, so I guess a dozen or so different set ups would be sufficient." The gorgeous woman nodded. 

"Where do you want me in what?" Nicolas led her over to the change booth and pushed in the wardrobe rack for her. Vanessa held back for a moment, then smiled at him. "Ok, what do you want to do first?"

Nicolas took a breath and steadied himself as she smiled at him knowingly again. That was beginning to get to him. He scratched his chin and chewed his tongue for a moment. "Well, we're looking at three different shot types here. I'm going to go for sophisticated, then sexy, then soft. We'll work in from there. Wardrobe discretion is up to you." 

Vanessa's smile widened at him, and he turned away and made for his camera table. Michael made his way over and gave his friend a wide grin. "OW!" he mouthed, waving a hand as if it was burned. "Buddy, buddy, buddy, is she hot or what?" Nick frowned menacingly at his agent and grimaced at him. 

"Shut up, Michael!" he whispered fiercely. "And by the by, you can go now." Michael feigned fear and shook his hands, and Nick couldn't help but smile. 

"Alright, but look, I want colour AND mono this time, okay? And um..." Michael leant in as Nick popped some more film into the camera and clicked the shutter a few times, making sure everything was in full working order. "Call me when you're doing the sexy, right?"

Vanessa came out of the curtain dressed in tight black slacks and a white striped business shirt. She had on a matador's style black jacket, and simple pearl earrings. Her straight hair was bound back at the nape of her neck, and she wore slim reading glasses. 

Michael smiled at her and tapped his friend on the shoulder. "Well, Ness, I'll leave you in Nick's capable and entirely too-soft-to-be-straight hands and see you in a bit. Have fun, kids, you'll be great." As the door clicked shut behind him, Vanessa turned to Nick.

"He's..." she searched for the right words, and Nick gave a laugh. 

"Yeah, he is a bit, isn't he?" Nick held up the camera, and Vanessa took a deep breath and moved over to the couch as the shutter began to click.

Forty-five minutes later, Nick took the last shot, with Vanessa pointing the end of a pen towards some paperwork on the desk and staring intently ahead. "Wow, that was great. We've got some really good shots there. So uh, what about we move into something a little hotter?"

Vanessa gave him that knowing half-smile again, and bit her bottom lip again. She looked at him through her half-lidded eyes, and Nick felt his cock begin to thicken and twitch inside his boxers. A few hours later, Nick put the camera down and shook his head lowly. Wow, he thought. His cock could just about punch through solid concrete at the moment.

Vanessa put her jacket on, and lifted her hair out. She smiled at him, and jerked her head towards the computer. "So how about that interview?" Nick gave her a weak smile, and contemplated faking a toilet trip so he could relieve himself. Then his professionalism reasserted itself, albeit reluctantly.

"Ahem. Hmm. Yes, of course, you're right. This way please. Can I offer you some wine?" The raven haired beauty inclined her head and her lids lowered again. Nick felt something wet against his balls, and realised he was oozing precum. He sat down at the desk quickly, then fired up his computer.

He hit the keyboard a few times, then clicked on the mouse. A small pale gray box appeared in the lower right hand corner of the screen, with a small microphone with lines coming out of it in a circle gradually. Nick pushed the small microphone across to the centre of the table, and smiled at Vanessa.

"So, Vanessa Marcil, welcome to our little interview here. Thanks for joining us. Well, lets get straight to it." Nick crossed his legs as his mind focused on her lips for a moment, and his cock jumped in his pants. Vanessa smiled. 

"Please, call me Ness, everyone else does." Nick smiled at her, and her eyes lowered to his crotch, and she smiled. 

"Ah...well...so, um...lets get to it, shall we? Tell me about your charity." She looked up, and leant back, settling in comfortably. 

"It's an organisation called Sojourn. It was established to give support to battered women. We encourage self-defence classes and emotional support groups, empowerment courses, things like that, to help women to adjust, cope, or deal with abusive partners."

"Wow, ok. Are they strictly within the United States, or...?" She blinked, then thought for a moment.

"Well, right now, we're just dealing with people that come to us for help, I guess. Never really thought about it like that. Other countries have their own support organisations, so we just help where we can." Nick nodded to himself, then put his clipboard down on the table. Ness frowned, but waited patiently.

"With an organisation of that nature, it sort of raises some personal questions. You seem very passionate about it, and considering the organisation's focal point, it begs the question of whether Sojourn has your support because it's a worthy cause, or because it has personal significance to you."

A hint of a smile appeared on her face. "No, I haven't been subjected to that, if that's what you're asking. At least not directly. I was coming home from a club one night, just after The Rock came out. We were all out celebrating, and I left after a bit too much to drink. I left the club and started to walk back to my hotel when I was confronted."

She sat still for a moment. "There are few things in the world that are as life-changing as helplessness. You either let it define you, or you can redefine it. It was just a mugging, but it could have been a lot worse. The guy was obviously on drugs, pupils all crazy and he was sweating and shaking."

Nick nodded slowly, listening carefully. "Anyway, I just felt completely helpless, and I was too scared to yell for help. As it turned out, my knight in shining armour had high heels and a taser. This other woman, who I'm still very good friends with, managed to beat off my mugger and gave him a broken nose and a dislocated knee."

"After it all calmed down, I did the whole wow-you-saved-me thing. She and I grabbed a coffee and just started talking about it all. Sojourn, the whole thing, equality, all that." Nick quirked a lip. 

"Equality? What do you mean about equality?" Ness smiled.

"Well, the unfortunate truth of the matter is that most women want equality until they need a man for help. I don't mean that we need men to do everything, but we won't complain if they come along and go all caveman on some guy that threatens us. If that happens, the majority of women tend to go all damsel in distress, waiting for the knight in shining armour."

Her knowing smile came and went, and Nick leant back again, too. "So Sojourn teaches women that they can be their own knights?" Ness smiled at him and nodded, pleased.

"Yes, though I never really thought about it like that. Women have been victims for a long time now. It's about time that they stopped, because no-one should ever be a victim, least of all when they can help it." Nick took a breath, then held it, then sighed. He tilted his head to the side and nodded to himself.

"Ok. I like that, that part about being a victim. Um, so, 90210, The Rock, and now Las Vegas, where suddenly the public realised that you were hot property with talent. You play the worldly, wise, sassy Sam. So tell me what it's like to play such a complicated character."

For the next three hours, they sat and talked about all sorts of things. There was a knock at the door, and Michel popped his head inside the door as Nick packed up the computer hurriedly. "So, how was it?" Vanessa looked up and smiled at Nick, who smiled back t her.

"It went well, really well. E! will be ecstatic, Michel. Well, Ness, it was an absolute pleasure. I only wish that it was this nice with the other stars I'm interviewing." Ness gave him that knowing smile, and Nick felt his skin darken. 

"So when will the interview be uploaded?" Nick looked at Michel, who shrugged. 

"Hard to say, Ness. Just has to be edited and the layout done, so about two weeks, I'd say. That okay with you?" The raven haired beauty smiled softly and nodded. She turned around and bent down to pick up her bag, and glanced up at Nick, who was enjoying the view of her rear.

She smiled as she let herself out, and Michel turned back to Nick. "She's not Julia Roberts, is she? Hotter than hell, sultry, confidant, not that ultra-famous, but still..."

"Shut up, Michel."

"Oh, you like her. Did'ya fuck her?" Nick didn't answer, just looked disgustedly at him. "Ok, guess not. You'd be smiling if you did, huh? Well, I'll have Tanya come over and grab all the gear, ok?" nick nodded absently and looked at his black and white camera. That was where some of the best shots where. He pocketed the film, and grabbed his jacket.

********

It was just the one shot, he couldn't get it out of his head. It was her eyes, he decided. Nick stared into the eyes of the monochrome picture on the wall, and felt his cock hardening. It was at least the fifth time that he'd done it, but it wasn't slowing down. He'd have to take the picture down.

He eased his oozing cock out of his pants and began to slowly work his fist up and down his shaft. He worked his foreskin back and forth, the angry red head of his cock thrusting out of his fist. Vanessa's eyes stared hungrily down at him as he jerked himself off in worship of her.

Nick imagined what it would be like to fuck her, to watcher her body writheing on the end of his cock while he worked his fingers into her ass. He closed his eyes and his hand sped up. His cock felt thick in his hand, and he felt the deep tremble in his balls as they churned up another load. 

He was panting in time to his thrusts, and almost imagined her sighs of pleasure. He opened his eyes and looked up into hers, and came. He blasted pasty white ropes of cum over his chest. He panted until he caught his breath, then looked away.

He almost felt perverted. It was uncanny, that he just couldn't help himself. There was just something about her, just pure, sultry, sexual presence. He grabbed some hand towel and then threw the mess in the bin. He felt ashamed. It wasn't as though she was just...

The phone cut off his thoughts, and he picked it up. "Hello?" 

"Nicolas, hi, it's Vanessa." Nick frowned to himself, his overactive imagination going wild. It must be someone else. 

"Hey, how are you? What can I do for you?" 

"Well, I just read the article." Fuck. A. Duck. ... Sideways.

"Oh, well, great, I guess. What did you think?" There was a confidant laugh from the other end of the line. 

"You surprised the hell out of me. I'm shocked, you actually went through with it as an article about the charity as opposed to just booty shots. I gotta say I'm surprised." Sideways with a crowbar. And a car-jack. Nick took a deep breath. 

"Well, that's good to know, thank you." He grinned to himself. Suave as. Nice.

"Listen, I want to thank you, how about dinner?" 

"Um...well fuck yeah! I mean...well, that is..." Suave. Nice.

"So pick me up at 7pm? I'm in the Regent Hotel." Okay, Nick thought to himself. Control, poise. Just keep it casual, fine.

"I'll be there." 

*Click*

Nick let out a long breath and put the phone down. He looked at his cum-smeared chest and ran for the shower.

**********

"Wow, that was amazing. Where did you find that little gem?" Nick laughed and held his hand out, letting her go first out the door. 

"Greg and I used to be on the force together. When we left, he went into the restaurant business, and I went into photography. We uh...well, we've been friends through a lot. His son is engaged to my daughter." Vanessa smiled and pulled her scarf around her tighter in the cold air. 

"I have a son. Kassius. He's four." Nick gave a low chuckle.

"Way to make me feel old. Thanks. So who's the boxing fan?"

"No, Kassius with a K. My little man." Nick tilted his head as they moved through the trees.

"What's he like? When Tamara was young, I think she had more personality than humanly possible. It's always shocking how much they change." Vanessa moved her head from side to side for a moment, considering.

"He's very serious. He loves, and smiles, but he doesn't have that uncontrollable giggle streak that most other kids his age do. He's always willing to be the first to do something stupid though. I think he wants to be a wrestler. He says his favourite is Shane Macmahon. I don't know who he is, but I know a few of them."

Nick laughed. "He's the owner, Vince, that's his son. He's nuts, he once dove off the Titantron trying to do a bodysplash onto Kane, who had tombstoned his mother onto steel steps. That was a Last Man Standing Match that..." He slowed down as Vanessa began to laugh.

"Well, girls have ballet, posh people have theatre, everyone else has wrestling." Vanessa held up her hands. 

"Ok, sure, whatever." Nick laughed ruefully to himself. They continued on through the park, until the came to the hotel entrance. Vanessa turned away, then turned back. "Um... do you wanna...?" Nick stared at her, then a slow smile dawned on his face.

"Come up? Just for coffee or something? Only if you want to." She frowned at that, and for the first time since he'd met her, she looked indecisive. 

"Yeah. No. I mean... yeah, do you wanna come up?" Nick nodded slowly, and his grin tightened. Vanessa nodded and quickly darted into the doors, past the smiling guard. The wait seemed interminable, and Nick felt his skin flushing as his hormones began to race through his system. 

He looked across the elevator at Vanessa, who was biting her bottom lip. "Ah... hell with it..." he mumbled, and grabbed hold of her arm. Vanessa glanced at him as he loomed over her, then reached up and planted a hot kiss onto his lips. She bit his lower lip and mouthed into him, then the elevator doors dinged open, and they stopped.

The lady who had been waiting to get in stared at them both disapprovingly, and Vanessa blushed in shame. Nick blew her a kiss as the doors closed, and Vanessa burst out laughing. They raced along the corridor, and Vanessa fumbled with her key in the door. 

She swore as Nick leant over behind her, pressing up against her and beginning to kiss her, just behind the ear as his hands spread her ass wide in her jeans. Nick moaned against her ear as she began to curse viscously, then whipped around and kissed him, her hands pulling his head down roughly to hers.

Nick picked her up and heaved his hips up into her crotched, and she moaned against him, her legs spreading almost despite themselves. There was a grunt and a crash, and the door fell open. Vanessa's leg slammed into the door, and she rolled over, quickly trying to get out of her shirt. 

Nick tore his own open, and tried to get his buckle, but his hands were pinned as Vanessa leant forwards and kissed him again. There was an urgancy, a sexual tension between the two of them that Nick figured could only be solved one way.

He picked her up and shoved his hand against his jeans, popping the button and ripping them open. Vanessa's eyes widened and her mouth opened as she licked her lips as she noted he wasn't wearing underwear. 

His cock arched up and bent back towards his chest rigidly, and she joined her thumb and forefinger and eased it down his shaft as Nick began to pant. "Looks like you've been ready for a while." Nick surged up into her hands as she bent over and put her mouth around the head of his cock.

"Uh... I can't get you out of my head. I've jerked off at least five times toda...ah!" He surged up again as she pushed her hips down onto his balls, and gave a low laugh. 

"I'm gonna ride your fat cock inside me till I'm finished, tiger." Her petite behind eased up off of him for a moment, and she slowly guided him into her. She began to sigh as she worked him deeper into her, then took another deep breath and sat down. She waited like that for a moment, then opened her eyes a tiny bit and squeezed.

Nick moaned and his hands shook as he went to rub at her nipples. Vanessa leant forwards and pushed his hands up above his head. Her face showed her pleasure as she dominated him, and she squeezed her deep inside of him again. Nick moaned helplessly and gritted his teeth.

Her hips rocked back and forth, working his cock inside of her, until she leant back up, and started to bounce up and down on his cock. Nick thrust up into her downwards motion, and Vanessa's head tilted forwards. Her hands went to her breasts, and she squeezed them gently. 

Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she closed her eyes and slammed down onto his hips hard. Nick felt the beginnings of an orgasm, but Vanessa slid off him with a wet pop and grabbed his cock. He thrust up into her grip, but she squeezed the head hard, and he shook with the pain of his subdued climax.

She held her hand out, and he took it, bringing her against him as he got up. His cock arced up between them, and Nick moaned as her hands encircled it. She led him by his cock to her bed, and lay down on it slowly. She stared up at him as his hands gripped her ankles, then slid down her dark skin. 

He knelt between her legs, and kissed on the inside of her thighs, not touching her. He could see how wet she was, and how swollen her lips were. He scraped his chin along the inside of her thigh and blew softly on her clitoris. 

Vanessa gave a high-pitched whine, and shuddered. Nick leant forwards, and began to suckle and nuzzle into her pussy. Vanessa pushed her hips towards him, and Nick grinned against her as he tasted her musk on his tongue. He ran his tongue along the outer lips, then suddenly slid it straight up against her clit and wriggled.

She bucked her hips into his jaws and shrieked breathlessly. Her nails scored his back as she leant up, bringing her face up to his to kiss him. Nick smiled and leant back, easing his cock up and down her slit. He slid his hands back up to hold her ankles, then brought them together along his chest. 

With her pussy pressed together, Nick began to rub his cock along her lips, and Vanessa covered her mouth with her hand as she sighed and whined. Nick stabbed his meat deep inside her with one thrust and brought it back out again. He pushed his hips into her at least a dozen times, drawing out the sensation of driving inside of her hot tightness. 




The Interview



Vanessa's head was tossing back and forwards along the covers, and her knees shook as he sped up, pistonning his cock inside of her. She gave a low, drawn-out moan as she came again, and Nick's eyes lit up. 

He rolled her limp body over, and kissed her pussy again, drawing his tongue along her grooves, tasting her pleasure. He slid one finger inside of her ass as he pushed his cock inside of her again, and the actress tensed around him. Her backside reared up, and Nick ran his free hand over the rounded perfection. 

"God you've got the best ass on the planet. You're so fucking insanely hot." Her hands spread out over the covers, and Vanessa looked back over her shoulder as he began to fuck her. Her eyes closed in pleasure, and she bit her bottom lip again.

"Put it in me, Nick. Put your cock where your finger is." He slowed his rhythm, and leant over to kiss at her lips.

"Are you sure...?" he breathed. Vanessa nodded wordlessly, and opened her eyes as he leant back. He spread her asshole with two fingers, and she moaned, then pulled his cock out. She tensed, then moaned lowly as he began to push his cock deep into her ass. She sagged onto the bed, and Nick fell over with her.

He was pressed against her back solidly, and cock was fucking deeper into her ass. She was giving high-pitched gasps in time to his thrusts. She flicked her head around, and kissed at his face as Nick sucked on her shoulder, raking his teeth over her delicious tasting skin. 

"I feel so good, Nick, I want you to cum in my ass." Nick, spurred on, began to drive faster into her, and Vanessa began to shake as yet another climax came to her. Nick reached around and spread her lips as he pounded into her asshole. Her could feel the hard pebble of her clit between his fingers, and rubbed against her. 

She tensed and gushed against his hand, then sagged against the bed as Nick roared and came deep in her bowels as she squeezed him with her own climax. They lay like that, exhausted, for a while, then Nick slowly withdrew. 

Vanessa gave a quiet moan as he eased out of her fucked asshole, and a naughty smile came to her face. Nick shook his head in wonder, and dragged the covers up and around them, then rolled over and put his arms around her. He was completely exhausted, but stayed awake until Vanessa fell asleep.

The next morning, he opened his eyes drowsily as the sun shone into the window. His cock felt hot and wet, and he could feel the stickiness of cum on his hips and cock. He looked around him, but he was in an empty bedroom. For a moment, he wondered if it was all a dream.

He gasped as he felt something unbelievable, a hot, tight wetness that was vibrating low against his cock. He was as hard as a rock, and almost immediately wanted to cum. He whipped the covers off, and Vanessa looked up at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes as she hummed while sucking on his cock.

Nick stared down at her, and grinned to himself. Better than any alarm clock.

The End. 



The Interview



Jannet was searching the paper on Saturday, desperate for a job, any job. Jobs were scarce in this city and she knew it. As she looked through the classified she crossed out job after job that she was not qualified for, or did not pay enough to support her family. Flipping the page to the newspaper she sees an ad that catches her eye. "Personal Secretary Wanted. Mon - Fri - 8:30-5:00. Salary Negotiable - Excellent Perks and Benifits with a phone number at the bottom." Jannet picks up the phone and calls immediately. The phone rings a few times before the answers machine picks up. "If you are calling about the ad in Saturdays paper, please leave youe name, and phone number and someone will call you back to arrange an interview". Jannet leaves her name and her phone number as requested and hangs up.

She looks back at the paper and sighs as that is the only job that could possibly fit her situation. '28 years old, 2 kids, single, un-employed' she mumbles to herself as she sighs and drops her head into her hands. This was her weekend without the kids so there was no one to hear her cry to herself. 

She walked upstairs, ran herself a hot bath placing the phone by the bathtub just in case, by some miracle, someone were to call her about a job. She steps into the bath and slowly sinks into the hot bubbly water until all but just her head is submerged in the water. Baths were one thing that always relaxed Jannet, and the strawberry bubbles that she used somehow always aroused her. With in a few minutes she was feeling a little better and her hand slowly slide between her legs where she began to play with her clit. Slowly she rubbed it from side to side as she moaned lightly. One thing she had become accustomed to is self pleasure, as in her unemployed state, she had become very much a home body. Not having the money or ability to go anywhere. So her sexual needs were handled by her own hands. She slide a finger into her pussy and back to her clit again where she rubbed it faster and harder. She was feeling good as her breathing was becomming a little heavier. Her problems and life slipping from her mind she continued to pleasure herself. Her fingers alternating from her clit to her pussy and back again as her other hand pinched her nipple softly. She bit her bottom lip softly as she was becomming more and more aroused. Her orgasm was just seconds away, she could feel it. 

Just then the phone rang. The first ring she almost didn't hear. The second ring snapped her back to reality as she said "SHIT!" even though no on was there to hear her. She reached for the phone and pressed the talk button.

Jannet: "Hello?" as she could hear the water from the bath splash and was hoping the person on the other end could not hear.

Man on phone: "Hi, may I speak with Jannet Morrow please?"

Jannet: "This is Jannet"

Man on phone: "This is Mr. Burk from J&B Productions, you left a voice mail for the job in todays paper?"

Jannet: "Yes, I did" trying desperatly not to sound too excited and now really hoping he would not hear the water in the tub 

Mr. Burk: "Would you be available to come in for an interview this afternoon. I realize that short notice, but truth be told we are anxious to fill the position"

Jannet: "Of course, just tell me what time and I will be there" 

Mr. Burk: "We're located downtown, do you think you can make it downtown by 3pm?"

Jannet: "Yes, I do not live far from downtown, I will be there."

He gives her the address to the office and hangs up. Jannet bolts out of the tub, dries herself off and looks in her closet for something to wear. She pulls out a short black skirt and a light pink thin fuzzy sweater that highlights her clevage perfectly. "Might as well use what assets I have to my advantage" she thinks to herself as she throws her clothes on the bed. She goes into her dresser to pull out a black lace thong and matching pushup bra. Getting dressed quickly she then opens her makeup bag, and applies her makeup, brushes and dries her hair , applies her favorite perfume and has one last look in the mirror before she goes down to her car. 

She starts the car, looks at the clock. "FUCK! 2:48 - I will never make it in 12 minutes" she thinks to herself. She races to her appointment and arrives just a few minutes late. She parks in front of the office, and heads inside. 

She opens the front door and walks inside. The place looks deserted. There is a front reception area but no one is there. There there is a closed door behind the reception area and that is all she can see. She looks at her watch, 3:06, "DAMMIT" she thinks to herself. "Maybe he won't notice" she thinks, she hopes.

A few seconds later the door opens and a tall man enters the reception area. "You must be Jannet" as he walks towards her with his hand extended. Jannet shakes his hand, "Yes, Pleased to meet you" she says nerveously. She notices his eyes look her up and down as he smiles and says "I'm Jerry Burk, please come in". Normally she would have been upset with the once over look from this guy, but he was good looking and at this point of her life, she could not be picky.

He walks into his office as she follows him in. He closes the door behind them and offers her a chair. She sits down and waits for him to speak.

Jerry: "Tell me Jannet, what do you know about this company"

Jannet's mind goes blank. 

Jannet: (blushing) "To be honest Mr. Burk"

Jerry: "Call me Jerry - I insist"

Jannet: "Ok, Jerry, Uhmm... when you called I was relaxing in the tub, and you only gave me an hour to be here, so I really didn't have time to study up on what you guys do. And there was nothing in the paper even mentioning your company name, or.." 

Jerry: "Its ok" (as he interrupts her) "Let me tell you about us. First, this job is not for the faint of heart. Or, shall I say, reserved people. You really need to be open and mature to work here."

Jannet: "No problem there, I can assure you" she says, thinking she can be anything he wants right now, she needs a fucking job.

Jerry: "Before you jump in with both feet- let me add - we're a pronography studio. We make porn all day long, package it, sell it, distribute it. Let me ask, and please be honest, what is your view point on Pornography"

Jannet: "I have watched my fair share in my day - no worries there" she says with a chuckle. For the first time since they met she was starting to calm down.

Jerry: "Do you own any movies?"

Jannet: "I have a couple that I watch from time to time" she replies slowly - wondering if she should have lied and said she is a porn slut and owns hundreds.

Jerry: "Ok, so far so good. Now, have you ever been in a porno?"

Jannet pauses for a moment, "what the - is this guy a jerk placing an ad for a receptionist looking for a porn star?" 

Jannet: "Uhmm, no"

Jerry: "Good, cuz if you had and it was with another company, I could not hire you. Thats all. Now, has anything we talked about upset you yet, or made you uncomfortable"

Jannet: "No, although I have to admit when you asked if I starred in a porno, I thought you were asking if I wanted to BE in one" she says as she laughs. 

Jerry: "Well that can be arranged, god knows you are hot enough to be in one - but right now I need a office administrator. Someone to take care of all the shit that I dont have time to deal with. I like to focus on the pictures, the content, the story lines"

Jannet laughs a little?

Jerry: "Did I say something funny?"

Jannet: "Well, just, Porno's or at least the ones I have seen, tend not to have a story line. Its bad music, people naked, and fucking"

Jerry: "Well you know what I mean. Anyway. I don't have a lot of time to interview people, so if you are ready, we can carry on to step 2 of the interview - although I will warn you now, this will tell in a heart beat if you can handle working here."

Jannet: "trust me, I can handle it - I really need a job, and I have no quams about porn or sex - so I am all ready for step 2".

Jerry: "Good, Now if you will sign this discloser form, saying basically anything that you see from this point forward is confidential and so forth "

Jannet: "You want to make sure I dont leak your next story idea to the compitition?" she says with a flirtatious smile as she signs the paper

Jerry: "Exactly. Now please wait here, I will be back in a few minutes.

Jannet: "Ok"

Jerry leaves the room as Jannet sits in the chair. She starts to think about what the job might entail. Running the office and probably watching porn all day. Hmm, that could be ok. She then realized she never came while in the tub, and her pussy is aching for some attention. She thinks she will pull out her dildo when she gets home, and definately throw in a porno.

Just then the door opens and Jerry returns naked. 

Jannet turns to see him and instinctively remarks "Oh My!" as she can not help but notice he package.

Jerry: "We spend a lot of time around here naked - so you might as well get used to it"

Jannet: "Oh I could get used to that, err, it I mean" (Shit the thinks to herself as she blushes a little)

Jerry notices the freduian slip as he reaches below and gently caresses his cock. This is not helping Jannet at all. She could jump him this instant and ride him all afternoon.

Jerry: "So do you have any questions"

Jannet: "Uhmm, what is the dress code?" she says with a laugh.

Jerry: (pausing for a moment) - "If I said naked - would you walk around naked all day"

Jannet: "That all depends, how much the pay is"

Jerry: "50K to start, is that enough to get you naked all day"

Jannet: "For 50 grand I'll blow you every day" Suddenly realizing what she had said and turns instantly deep red.

Jerry: "Tell ya what - I'll make it 60 grand a year if you also fuck me on command"

Jannet: "So does that mean you are offering me a position"

Jerry: "Yes, can you start right now"

Jannet: "Of course!"

Jerry: "Good" As he stands up as he walks to his door says "Follow me"

Jannet follows him down the hall to another door, which he opens to see the lights and cameras and all the layout for a porno shoot. But the place is empty. He takes her by the hand and leads her to the bed. His lips touch hers as he kisses her. She is a little nerveous at first, but her hot and ready pussy quickly takes control and the kiss turns to a long passioante french kiss. His strong hands find their way to her breasts where he firmly massages her breasts through her top. A moan escapes her uncontrollably as her temperature rises. He pushes her to the bed and removes her top exposing her full breasts held back by her black bra. He reeachs behind her and with a snap of his fingers her bra releases her firm perky breasts. Her breathing a little heavy in anticipation of what is about to unfold. His strong hands quickly removing the rest of her clothing as he tosses them to the side. She sits up and unzips his pants where his enormous cock falls out of his pants. A little surprised by the size of his manhood, but instinctively she holds it gently and slides him into her mouth. Quickly his cock reaches the back of her throat as she starts to suck him slowly. Never before has she had such a huge cock in her mouth before as she started to suck him hard and fast. Gently her hands cradle and massage his balls as her tongue tries to wrap around his huge girth. Her mouth bobbing deep up and down on his fully erect member. He grabs her hair as she sucks him off. He moans softly as her talented mouth works over his cock faster. 

He pulls her mouth off of his rod and removes the rest of his clothes. Commanding her to lie back on the bed he spreads her legs wide as his tongue dives deep into her soaking wet box. Jannet gasps as she feels his hot tongue slide into her hungry wet hole. Jerry savours the readily running juices from Jannets snatch as he hungrily drinks every drop of her sweet nectar. Ending each lick with a hard flick of her clit. Jannet moans uncontrollably as Jerry brings her quickly to the height of orgasm. With a few more hard flicks of her clit Jannet explodes all over Jerry's face as her juices squirt from her body hard. Jerry's tongue without missing a beat laps up every drop of her cream as he slides up to her and kisses her hard so she can taste her own cum on his lips.

His hand returns to her soaked box as he plays with her clit. "Now bend over" he commands her. Jannet gets on her hands and knees as commanded as Jerry positions himself behind her. Jerry gives her ass a nice firm slap leaving a light red imprint of his hand on her ass cheek. Holding his rock hard cock in his hand he slides it deeply into her tight wet hole. His cock slides in easily as her pink slit is soaked. With all his might he starts to fuck her deep and hard. Jannet loving the feeling of his oversized cock stretching her pussy wide. His manhood ramming into her box over and over makes her cum again in seconds. "YES! YES! "FUUUCCCCKKK!!!!" She screams as she explodes on his cock over and over again. His strong hand takes another slap on her other ass cheek, leaving another imprint for her to remember him by. Her hot cum covering his cock completely as he continue to fuck her hard and fast. Finally her commands her to get ready as he pulls out his cock, she turns around quickly and opens her mouth for him to unload his hot cum into her mouth. He strokes his cock slowly as his cock shoots wave after wave of his jism into her mouth, on her chin and a few squirts on her cheeks. Jannet greedily swallows every drop of her new bosses load and licks his head clean as the last of his load drips from his dick. Using her thumb to clean her cheek and chin as she sucks hre thumb clean.

"Damn you are a good little fuck" Jerry says as he starts to get dressed. "Have you ever thought about starring in a porno?" he asks. "Not until today" replies Jannet "Why is there an opening?" she says with a laugh.



The Interview



The Interview: From 'Investigative Journalism'

(I hope the shifts in POV in this story won't be confusing. After the introduction, each of Denise's adventures are told in third person, as though they have been transcribed after the interview to that point of view.)

The young red-haired woman looked dubiously at the tape-recorder resting on the coffee table in front of her. "Why do you have to record all of our conversation? I know you want to use the incidents you asked me to relate but I thought you said that everything I told you concerning me would be 'off the record'."

"No, I said what you told me about yourself would be background material. I promise not to use your name or any details that might reveal your identity. I am planning one or more of the stories that you tell me will be in the book I'm hoping to write along the lines of 'Women on Top'." Dawn Garth, the prize-winning morning anchor of the early news reassured the other woman. "I use the tape recorder to make sure I don't miss anything. Once I've had it transcribed I will destroy the tape so that even your voiceprint will be gone. However, if it would make you feel more comfortable, I'll try to take notes instead."

"No, that's okay, I guess. If I didn't trust you I wouldn't have agreed to this whole thing."

"Okay, great." Dawn smiled. "I'm going to call you 'Denise' from now on, since its not even close to your real name. Alright?"

"Alright." Denise returned Dawn's smile. Just for a moment she let her eyes travel over the reporter's slender body, lingering on the firm legs that were shown to their best advantage by the moderately short skirt and the heels. Those legs were crossed at the ankles and tucked slightly back as Dawn leaned forward to turn on the recorder. Denise savored the little rising of Dawn's skirt as she did that. She swept her gaze over the remainder of the attractive blonde sitting beside her, then abruptly brought her attention back to the moment at hand as Dawn began to speak.

"Denise, if I understand correctly, you are a third year college student. You're twenty-one and you, for reasons we need not go into, need to be completely self-supporting. To make ends meet and still attend classes, you found a job with, well, to be honest, an escort service."

"Yes, that's true, Dawn." The younger woman refused to blush as she met the reporter's eyes.

"But a very special escort service. One that caters only to women. And in your case at least, in very special ways." Dawn noted.

"True again. Instead of being someone to cling to an arm on a night on the town or simply being a bed-partner for a weekend, we specialize in fulfilling fantasies. Women contact us when they want to live out something they've always dreamed about but never dared to do."

"And you are willing to share a few of those experiences, those fantasy fulfillments, with me?"

"Oh yes." Denise smiled.

(First story)

"Sometime the woman who is availing herself of my services is specifically interested in my assuming the role of a certain person." Denise laughed wickedly. "Usually its someone famous. I've been Britney Spears more than once, although I can't imagine why. I also do a good Kate Beckinsale from 'Underworld' and a pretty good Gretchen Wilson. When that is the case I go by whatever name they want me to answer to. 'Caroline' was the name that Sandy wanted me to use."

Sandy was a middle-aged divorcee. Still attractive, she and her husband had split amicably several years before when it became obvious they had grown too far apart and neither had the will nor the desire to try to put things back together. They had carried on together until both their daughters were out of college and then quietly parted. The divorce surprised no one, especially their daughters.

Sandy's fantasy had arisen when her younger daughter was between her sophomore and junior years in college. She had brought home her roommate Caroline. Years later, Sandy could still see the young woman in her mind's eye. Caroline had been of medium height with long straight brown hair and dark brown eyes. Long firm legs accentuated a tight bottom just as a flat stomach made her small proud breasts stand out.

Sandy knew all this because of an accident. She had been cleaning up the house and doing laundry one afternoon and had forgotten to restock the towels in the guest bathroom. A plaintive call from that room had reached her ears.

"Ms. Sandy, there aren't any towels in here!"

"Oh my goodness Caroline." She had called back. "I'll be right there. Hastily she had gathered up some fluffy terrycloth towels and hurried to the door, pausing to knock.

"Come in." There was a pause and then Caroline added in a half joking, half serious tone, "Please!" 

Sandy turned the door knob, balancing the towels with her forearm and her other hand. Backing in, she nudged the door closed behind her with her hip to try to keep the cool air from the house AC out of the room. Turning to present a towel to Caroline, she stopped and swallowed a gasp of surprise.

"Thank you, Ms. Sandy," the dark haired girl acknowledged gratefully, taking two of the proffered towels. It wasn't the courteous reply that stopped Sandy in her tracks, it was the fact that the young coed was standing on the rug by the tub, quite nude, and quite unabashed about that fact. Taking the first towel, Caroline proceeded to wrap it around her, but not before Sandy found herself, to her great surprise, drinking in the view. 

Nor did the moment stop there. Propping one foot on the bathtub, Caroline used a second towel to dry her leg, then switched to do the other one. The juncture of the towel opened and Sandy stared at the dark patch between the young woman's legs. Caroline then carefully hung that towel up and bent over the tub to dry her hair with yet a third towel. Sandy's eyes riveted on the cheeks of the girl's firm ass and the lines of its cleft.

Never before had Sandy had such a reaction to another female. She couldn't stop looking. Her mouth was dry. Unbelievably, she was attracted to this young woman. No, more than that, she wanted Caroline, wanted her sexually.

Sandy actually took a step towards Caroline before pulling herself together. Hastily she slipped back out through the bathroom door, closing it behind her. Mechanically she walked to the linen closet and put the remainder of the towels away. Then she went down to the kitchen, made a cup of tea and tried to make sense of the whole thing.

She had never been attracted to other women before, beyond the usual noticing that someone looked very attractive. Certainly not someone as young as her daughter. Well, there was that one time back in college when she had some of the same feelings about one of the cheerleaders but she had never been really tempted to act on those feelings.

For the rest of that summer visit Sandy tried to resume acting towards Caroline as she had before the bathroom incident. Caroline herself unknowingly helped because her attitude had not changed at all. Apparently the sexual attraction Sandy had felt towards the coed had not been apparent.

Months and then years went by. Occasionally Sandy thought of Caroline and wondered what would have happened if she had allowed herself to follow up on her sudden attraction that day. Then one day, while idly reading the classifieds in the paper she had seen a discreetly worded ad that had led her to engage the services of the young female escort now in her house.

So here she was sitting in her kitchen again. She could here the water running down the hall. The sounds of the shower stopped and she heard the voice call. Just like years before she went to the linen closet and took some freshly laundered towels in her arms. Once again she entered and drank in the sight of the slender young body before her. Her heart seemed to lodge in her throat as the towel fell away from the dark triangle between the young woman's legs as the visitor ran another towel down her leg.

This time Sandy didn't have to resist her urge. This time she couldn't. She dropped the excess towels and took three eager steps forward. Before the surprised girl could react, the older woman had pressed her against the wall and was raining kisses all over her face.

"Ms. Sandy! What are you doing?" protested Caroline for an instant before Sandy wrapped her arms around the coed and silenced her with a deep, passionate kiss. The young woman seemed to struggle for a few moments. Her hands pushed feebly at Sandy. Then she flung her arms around the older woman and returned her kiss, sucking the searching tongue deep into her mouth.

Sandy's hands roamed over Caroline, searching and exploring. One slipped inside the now gaping towel to find the flat stomach. Sandy broke her lip-lock with the girl to kiss and lick over the bare shoulders and neck before settling on the soft hollow of the white throat before her. The questing hand slid further, slid down over Caroline's mound and then cupped a pussy that was wetter than even the just finished shower could explain.

Caroline moaned deep in her throat. "Ms. Sandy, Ms. Sandy. Stop. You shouldn't... Oh God." The young hips pushed forward, grinding herself onto Sandy's hand. At the same time, the older woman's free hand caught the top of the towel and pulled it away from the firm body. First one, then the other, small breast tipped with an erect nipple was exposed. Then the towel fell to the floor and Caroline stood nude before Sandy.

Almost whining in her excitement, Sandy fastened her mouth onto Caroline's left breast. She licked at the pink nipple, swirling her tongue over it before her lips parted and she sucked all she could of the firm orb into her mouth. Once her hand had tossed the towel aside, she cupped the other breast and began to tweak and roll the nipple there.

Caroline gasped loudly. Her hands were flat against the bathroom wall as though only its support held her up. She arched her back slightly, pressing her breasts into Sandy's eager mouth and fingers. Sandy's legs gave way as she sank down before the young woman.

Now on her knees, Sandy could not get enough of Caroline's tight body. Her hands ran up and down the slender legs before her, pausing here and there for gentle squeezes and caresses. She kissed the firm stomach she had first touched, darting her tongue into the navel before resuming her march, her lips never leaving the smooth skin. Then her tongue was touching the fine hairs that marked the top of Caroline's pussy.

Sandy shivered. This is what she had dreamed of for ten years. Two hands touched her head, fingers entangling themselves in the older woman's hair. She looked up. Caroline looked back down at her, need smoldering in her eyes. 

The young woman whispered. "Please Ms. Sandy, please. You don't know how long I've waited for you to do this. Do me now." The hands on her head gently pushed her face between the wide-spread legs before her.

Sandy needed no further urging. Her hands settled on the tight little ass she had thought about for years. She parted the wet curls in front of her with her tongue and slipped her tongue tip into Caroline's pussy.

"Oh, GOD, yes." moaned the young woman. Her head tipped back and her eyes closed blissfully.

Sandy flattened her tongue in Caroline and began to lap up and down the open slit in front of her. Reaching the top, she flicked the hard pearl that was exposed before her before lapping down again. Her mouth closed over the swollen labia and she sucked them into her mouth, savoring the taste of the college girl's pussy. She plunged inside the young woman, her head reeling at the taste she had dreamed of for so long.

Caroline's hips were jerking. Her hands pressed harder, rubbing the older woman's face into her. Her breath came faster, in gulps and gasps. Now she was pleading with Sandy.

"Please, yes, oh my God. Fuck me Ms. Sandy. Oh God it feels so good."

Sandy's tongue found Caroline's clit again and lashed it. The younger woman squealed. Then the kneeling woman took the hard nubbin in her lips and began to suck it. Caroline's face twisted and she screamed. Sandy drove two fingers up inside the dripping pussy, spreading them and pumping her arm as she continued to suck Caroline's clit. 

The young woman went wild, crying out in abandon, screaming her older lover's name over and over as she reached a series of nearly violent orgasms, flooding the older woman's face with her juices, who eagerly lapped them up. After the young woman finished shaking, she leaned against the wall, looking down at the other woman, who rested her head on Caroline's stomach and hugged her close.

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"Goodness, Denise."

"Indeed," replied the other woman. "Sandy was great fun. She had engaged me only for the afternoon, but I ended up spending the entire weekend with her. It was rather one-sided though." At Dawn's raised eyebrows Sandy nodded and continued. "She didn't care about my reciprocating. She just wanted to perform oral sex on me, all over and on every part of my body."

"Goodness again." commented Dawn. Denise noted that the reporter had shifted back and forth during the recital, while leaning forward as if to make certain she didn't miss a single word. Her right hand had lifted to touch her breast just for an instant before pulling it back down as though she had just realized what she had done.

(Second Story)

"Now more common is someone who wants a particular scenario. The person I role play isn't that important its what she does that is the main point. Jacquie's fantasy was to be seduced by a neighbor into her first lesbian experience. It didn't matter which one. In fact the name I used was not that of anyone in the area that she knew. The idea of a neighbor and acquaintance was the key as she wanted someone she could feel safe with who wouldn't reveal what happened. She did have a few wishes about her seducer. I didn't mind dyeing my hair but its a good thing I was taller than her already, I don't think I could do anything about that. And I used a great deal more make-up than I usually do as she wanted someone older than her but then the essence of role playing is to pretend anyway. By the way, it was also my first time with a married woman."

Jacquie was a normal everyday housewife and mother. She loved her family, she loved being a stay-at-home mom. She made great meals, attended every school function and kissed her husband every morning when he went to work and every evening when he got home. They had sex every Saturday night, and sometimes on Sunday afternoon. She enjoyed it immensely.

But Jacquie had a fantasy. She wanted to be seduced by another woman. Not by a stranger, not in some bar. She wanted it to be someone that she knew, but not so close a that it would ruin a friendship or perhaps lead to complications. Another married woman would have been perfect, but she just didn't know anyone. Then she saw the ad.

The doorbell rang as she was vacuuming the Living Room. Shutting off the appliance, she answered the door. She was wearing her usual "work around the house" clothes; a pair of jeans with a much washed and shrunken t-shirt, its once bright colors now faded. Her brown hair, which normally reached halfway down her back, was caught up in a hasty twist.

"Hi Ginger."

"Hey there Jacquie," smiled the woman from down the street. She was older than Jacquie, right around forty and a couple of inches taller. Her red hair hung to her shoulders. Like Jacquie, she was wearing jeans. Her top was brief, two thin straps holding up an abbreviated shirt that made no attempt to cover her midriff.

"Come on in." Jacquie stepped back and motioned for her friend to enter. As always, she felt a little twinge of something or other in the pit of her stomach at the way Ginger's gaze seemed to linger on her. Somehow, the attention the other woman seemed to pay her did something to her, something that charged the air between them. Glancing down for a second, she confirmed what she already knew. Her nipples had hardened slightly as Ginger's eyes fastened on them. Her friend gave her a little smile, which was both unsettling and exciting.

"So what are you doing today?" asked the pretty brown-eyed hostess as she led her neighbor into the kitchen and poured them each a cup of coffee.

"Absolutely nothing," responded her visitor. "I have all my chores done, for the morning anyway, and thought I'd drop by for a chat."

"Well, I'm glad you did." Jacquie turned and rummaged through the papers spread over one corner of the kitchen table. "I want to show you something here, as soon as I can find it, that is."

Ginger stepped in close behind her. Jacquie shivered slightly as the other woman's hands touched her hips. The taller woman looked over her shoulder, almost resting her chin on Jacquie's shoulder.

"What is it?"

"Nope," laughed Jacquie. She shifted her weight back and forth, her attention more on the closeness of the woman behind her than on the papers in front of her. "Its a secret."

"Can I tell you a secret?"

Jacquie was distracted by the gentle pressure of the hands resting on her hips. Because her shirt was too short to reach the top of her jeans, the taller woman's thumbs and index fingers were touching her bare skin. She wanted to jump as those fingers began to move, making slow, soft strokes on her skin. 

"What," Jacquie had to stop and swallow, her throat was so suddenly dry. "What secret is that?"

Ginger was so close that she could feel her breath on the side of her neck. The creeping fingers at her sides were moving, moving up, moving under her shirt, moving around to her tummy. They were warm and made her feel something strange and exciting all through her body.

"You mean you've never guessed?" The words were whispered right into her ear. Ginger's lips were so close that Jacquie could feel them brush the shell of her ear and yet she had to strain to hear the other woman's words.

"Guessed what?" 

A throaty laugh blew warm air into her ear. "You can't tell it even now?" The hands that had been rubbing her tummy and crept up further and were brushing the bottom of Jacquie's breasts. She was conscious that Ginger was pressed right against her and she could feel the taller woman's breasts against her back. Two thin cotton shirts were not enough to prevent her from telling just where Ginger's hard nipples bored into her. 

"I, I, Oh God Ginger, what are you doing?" As though they had a mind of their own, Jacquie's hands reached back to grasp the other woman's hips. She felt the woman behind her press forward, her jeans rubbing against Jacquie's denim covered butt.

"Guess how I feel about you." This time Jacquie DID jump as the other woman's lips touched the side of her neck.

"What do you mean?" Jacquie gasped. "Ginger, you're acting like you, like you want to..."

"To make love to you." Ginger finished the stammering question. Her hands slid up, cupping the married woman's breasts.

Jacquie wanted to protest, to pull away. But she couldn't. The gentle squeezes on her breasts, the fingers rolling her already stiffening nipples and the hunger growing deep inside her would not allow her to pull away. Her eyes closed and her hips began to move in response to the woman behind her.

Ginger slid one hand back down Jacquie's tummy, coming to rest at the top of the shorter woman's jeans. A quick twist and the top button was undone. Jacquie arched slightly, not only allowing the other woman to unzip and begin to pull the levis down, but also gave her room to reach between them and unfasten the visitor's jeans.

Somehow the sensation of the often washed denim and her cotton panties sliding down her legs was as thrilling as anything Jacquie had ever felt. That is, until she stepped out of her clothes and Ginger again pressed against her. The feel of the other woman against her bare bottom, sliding slightly up and down, a trickle of wetness and the caress of damp curls on her ass fired her desire.




The Interview



Ginger's hand was around her again. This time it cupped her mound and one finger parted her already puffy labia. Jacquie moaned and began to rub her ass back onto the wet pussy grinding against her. The hand on her breast squeezed gently, as gently as Jacquie could ever recall being touched. Deft fingers teased her nipple, even as another finger parted her labia and slipped inside of her.

Jacquie turned her head, whether to protest or beg for more she never was sure. For as soon as her lips parted to speak, Ginger's mouth found hers and the resulting kiss left the married woman gasping for breath, her body on fire. When the kiss finally broke, Ginger turned Jacquie around and in one swift motion pulled the shorter woman's shirt off. Tossing it aside, she kept her arms in the air.

"Take mine off," she instructed.

Her eyes aglow, Jacquie pulled the loose top up. Small, firm breasts fell into view, the nipples already hard. Jacquie could not resist. Even as she tugged the top up, she leaned forward and for the first time in her life fastened her mouth onto another woman's breast. 

Jacquie reveled in the feel of Ginger's pink tipped orb. She ran her tongue over its entire surface and then returned to the nipple, sucking it and feeling it become rock-hard in her lips. She darted to the other breast and repeated her actions. The soft but deep moans coming from over her head inspired her to leave no part of Ginger's breasts untouched. She licked between them, under them, let her tongue dance along their sides. Her knees tried to buckle, but the other woman pulled her back to her feet and embraced her.

"Ginger," gasped the housewife. "I want all of you."

The visitor replied at first by crushing Jacquie's rounded body against her leaner frame. A slender thigh parted her legs and began to rub against her already soaking wet pussy. Two hands fastened on her ass and am eager tongue invaded her mouth. Step by step Ginger moved her backwards until Jacquie felt the edge of her exercise mat touch the back of her heel. The two women, still clutching each other, sank down together.

Ginger broke the kiss and looked into Jacquie's eyes, alight with desire. "I want all of you too," she whispered. Pushing the married woman down onto her back, Ginger kissed her once more, then turned her body around, moving the two women into the classic 69 position.

Jacquie stared up at Ginger. The shapely legs were parted and the older woman could not tear her eyes away from the neatly trimmed bush above her. A bush that was already sparkling with droplets. A bush that seemed to be giving off a scent generated by the heat she could feel coming from it. A bush that was slowly lowering towards her.

She could not wait. Even as she reached up, grasping Ginger's hips and pulling her down onto her face, she felt the other woman's hair fall across her legs and a questing tongue glide over the fine wet hair covering her pussy. Jacquie shuddered from the excitement, and a bit of fear. Her face only inches away from Ginger's, she hesitated for an instant. She had convinced herself this was what she wanted to try. Could she? Could she go back from this? What if this meant she was really a lesbian? Then Ginger's tongue entered her and she waited no longer.

Her head tipped up, she pulled Ginger right down on top of her face. Her mouth opened and her tongue tasted another woman's sweetness for the first time. She lapped the length of the open slit above her, her tongue stroking deeper into the mysteries of another woman's pussy. Juices flowed from Ginger to her and she let them run down her throat to the safety of her belly. Her hands tightened on the taut ass above her.

Ginger was not letting Jacquie have all the fun. Her own tongue drove deeply into the married woman's pussy, rasping in and out before withdrawing to search out the clit now peeking from under its hood. Her lips fastened on the hard pearl, sucking her and grazing her with her teeth, making Jacquie give a muffled cry from underneath her. With a hidden grin, she repeated her actions. She felt the other woman squirming desperately underneath her and moaned herself as Jacquie speared her pussy with a rolled tongue and began to fuck her with it.

Both women were lost in each other. Jacquie tried to copy some of Ginger's actions at first but then moved to treat the older woman's pussy as though it was her own, doing to her what she loved to have done to her. Both of them ran their hands wildly over the other's body. Faces pressed deeply into soaking womanhood, tongue and lips and teeth licked and kissed and gently bit.

Jacquie's body tightened and she cried out into Ginger. The woman on top jammed herself right down onto the eager mouth below her. In a surprise move, Jacquie suddenly pushed a finger from hr right hand beside her tongue and stuck her left index finger into Ginger's ass. Ginger squealed in delight and lashed Jacquie's now swollen clit until the other woman exploded, matched by her seducer's own orgasm.

After the spasms and aftershocks had subsided, the two women turned again and snuggled close. Ginger pulled the tousled head onto her shoulder and Jacquie slid her leg over Ginger. They relaxed, calming and murmuring little nothings to each other before the visitor had to get up, get dressed and leave after giving her hostess one long soft kiss to let her taste herself on the other woman's mouth.

..........................................

"I saw Jacquie twice more. The second time she used a strapon to fuck me. The third time I ended up giving her the money back." At Dawn's look of surprise, Denise nodded. "You see, the third time we just sat and drank coffee and talked. She confessed she had fulfilled her fantasies and decided that as much as she enjoyed girl/girl sex, it simply wasn't something she thought she wanted to pursue anymore, but rather return all her energy to her husband and children."

Dawn nodded. She had scooted forward on the couch and closer to the other girl. Her skirt had ridden up, exposing her firm tanned legs almost to the junction of those legs.

"And this third story?" she requested with poorly concealed excitement.

(Third story)

"Sometimes I get a request on behalf of another person. That can be very interesting, but at the same time has to be done with extreme care. I'm not talking about popping out of a cake or being the surprise birthday gift a husband is offering his already known to be bisexual wife. I mean situations where there is no relationship between the two parties or when the relationship has no sexual overtones. Generally, I decline those. I have no wish to be slapped silly or have the police called when someone doesn't react as expected."

"Cara and Meredith's case was different. I was intrigued by the care and concern a young secretary had for her driven and workaholic boss. Cara was able to get me on as a temp in the same shared office so I could get to know Meredith before I decided I could fulfill the request. After watching her for about a week and fortunately coming up with some personal information about her, I decided I would be able to provide satisfaction. So one weekend Cara 'got sick' and Denise had to take over."

Meredith Thackerry apologetically said, "Denise, I'm so sorry to keep you this late, but this report has to be done this weekend and once again it seems like I'm the one who has to do it. And to do it I need your help."

"Its okay Ms. Thackerry," Denise reassured her temporary boss. "This doesn't conflict with any plans I had for the weekend."

"Well, I'm glad about that. I was really hesitant about asking you, but Cara assured me you wouldn't mind. I feel terrible about her getting ill. I know she's worked so hard since she's been here. I've worried that I'm asking too much of her and contributing to her getting run-down."

Denise touched Meredith's arm, just above the wrist, where the smooth skin was exposed below the gray jacket of the suit the businesswoman was wearing. "Cara thinks the world of you Ms. Thackerry. She'd do about anything for you."

Meredith placed her hand on top of Denise's and squeezed it. "I think the world of her too. And please Denise, call me 'Meredith'."

"Sure," the younger woman agreed. They plunged back into the work. Both women scurried around the office, Denise making trips out to her work station to dig up required files while Meredith doggedly compiled the report. At 10 PM they took a short break, devouring a delivered pizza and two salads before returning to their efforts.

Well after midnight, Meredith shoved herself back from her desk. She had long ago shed the well cut jacket of her gray suit and opened the top two buttons of the no longer pressed white blouse that had been under it.

"Oh golly my eyes are trying to cross," she moaned.

"We need a break." said Denise. "Yes we do," she insisted as Meredith looked at her. "You can only go full throttle for so long before you start losing your focus. I've read several articles on that subject in some of my college business courses."

"Okay, well, I wouldn't want to argue with that." There was no sting in Meredith's voice or the smile she bestowed on the younger woman. "I do confess that coming up for air for a bit would be welcome." She moved around in her executive style chair. "Now that I took a breath I can feel aches where I didn't know I had places."

Denise laughed in agreement. She was already somewhat rumpled, her blouse pulled free from her skirt and her shoes kicked off in a corner. She stretched, her arms over her head and leaned forward and back, then side to side. As she came back up she caught Meredith's eyes on her. Feigning ignorance of the other woman's appraisal, she pulled up a deeply padded chair to Meredith's side of the desk and settled into it.

"Sit back in your chair and face me," instructed Denise. When the other woman complied, she reached down and lifted first one, then the other of Meredith's feet into her lap. She ignored the rather startled expression on her temporary boss' face.

"My God Meredith, its nearly two in the morning, the building is vacant probably except for the security officer in the lobby and you STILL have your heels on. They have to go. Yes, they make your legs look even better but for goodness sake, I already appreciate them." Suiting her actions to her words, Denise plucked the shoes from the feet resting in her lap and tossed them aside.

"That does feel better," Meredith admitted, stretching her legs a bit and wiggling her toes. 

Denise smothered both a sigh and a little gasp as she felt Meredith's legs and feet move. "And it will feel even better in a bit." With that, Denise lifted Meredith's right foot and began to firmly massage it through the dark stockings the older woman was wearing.

"Oh MY, Denise!"

"Just smile and take it Meredith," grinned Denise, as she squeezed and rubbed the foot in her hands. "And for heaven's sake, relax! You need to start doing that a little bit more," the younger woman scolded in a light tone of voice as she moved onto Meredith's left foot.

"There's so much that needs doing." replied Meredith. Even so, she leaned further back into her chair, her hands on the armrests. If she noticed the skirt of her gray suit had ridden up slightly she did nothing about it.

"Yes, but you need to delegate some of it. And some of it you should send back to the people who send it to you to do for them." Denise had squirmed until her own skirt was up around her hips. Meredith's feet rested against her thigh and Denise savored their touch. She leaned forward slightly, still talking in a soothing voice as her hands slipped up first to the other woman's ankle, then her calf.

"Some of those people take advantage of you." Denise massaged the tight calf muscles of one leg, then the other. "They get you to do work that doesn't belong in this department and probably take the credit when you work all weekend while they go play golf or something." She leaned forward, her busy fingers stroking the soft sensitive spot behind Meredith's knee. The older woman's feet slid almost right between Denise's legs and she barely stifled a deep gasp when nylon covered toes brushed over the front of her pantyhose.

Denise watched as Meredith slide slightly down in her chair and parted her legs. The older woman was breathing a bit faster now and seemed to be getting warm as one hand toyed with the buttons of her blouse. She debated with herself. Was the moment right? Was Meredith ready to be taken further, to the conclusion of the plan she and Cara had worked out? "If you have to ask yourself if she's ready, then she's not." The words of the woman who had first seduced her sprang up in her memory.

A bit more, the younger woman decided. She ran her hands up Meredith's thighs, squeezing gently as she went. The executive never opened her eyes, nor shied away, even when Denise's fingers brushed the tops of her stockings. Those eyes did come open when Denise slipped from her chair, carefully resting Meredith's legs on the padded leather where she had been sitting.

"Now that we have your legs a bit better, I bet I'm going to find that your back is in knots. Standing behind the other woman Denise rested her hands on the silk covered shoulders there, her thumbs touching the back of Meredith's neck.

"Goodness, Meredith, I bet this hair gives you headaches. Denise released the tightly wrapped dark hair from where it was piled and smiled as it fell in waves around those same shoulders. She brushed the now flowing hair to one side and began to rub Meredith's back.

Denise worked her hands up and down Meredith's back before settling on her shoulders. Making a light mention of too much in the way, she worked the older woman's blouse out of her skirt. That was followed by a "Darn it, I caught my finger" remark that saw the unsnapping of Meredith's bra.

The older woman was breathing rapidly now. Her hands had abandoned the armrests of her chair. One rested on her stomach, the other on the very top of her thigh, above the top of her stocking. Her eyes were closed and the expression on her face showed she was falling under the younger woman's spell.

Now it was time. Denise leaned over and turned Meredith's face to hers with her left hand and kissed the other woman on the lips. At the same time her right hand slipped inside the partially unbuttoned blouse and into the now loosened bra to cup the rounded breast there.

Meredith moaned into Denise's mouth. Far from resisting, she kissed Denise back. The nipple in Denise's fingers was already hard. The fingertip that found it rolled it gently in tiny circles. Lips parted and tongues touched, dancing over and around before Denise thrust her tongue into Meredith's mouth. She pressed the older woman back into her chair, kissing her deeply.

Reaching blindly behind her, Denise's questing hand found the intercom, right where she had carefully positioned it. She tapped the call button three times. She fixed her attention back onto Meredith, unbuttoning the rest of her blouse and sucking the older woman's tongue. Even so, she heard soft footsteps cross the rug,

Meredith, on the other hand, never suspected a thing until two other hands lifted her legs, spread them and lips and a sliding tongue began to kiss the inside of her thigh just above her stocking. Her eyes flew open with a gasp. Breaking the kiss she stared down between her legs.

Framed by blonde curls, a familiar smiling face, already showing traces of Meredith's wetness, met her startled gaze.

"Cara!"

The young secretary blew her boss a kiss, then frowned. "Those panties are lovely Meredith, but they HAVE to come off. Raise your hips." When the older woman complied, Cara reached up and slipped the black satin panties down. Tossing them up on the desk, the blonde girl buried her face into her supervisor's soaking wetness.

Meredith squealed, then squealed again as Denise opened her blouse, pushed her loose bra out of the way and fastened her mouth onto a dark brown nipple. The other one received increasing attention from the temp's fingers, rolling and gently pinching it, then pulling it. At the same time, Denise's teeth closed carefully on the first hard nubbin and stretched it as well.

Meredith's hips were already bucking wildly. Cara pulled the businesswoman's legs up over her shoulders and gripped the still firm ass to help her ride out the storm as her tongue drove deeply into her supervisor's wet pussy. Denise jerked her head back and forth whipping the nipple and breast around. Meredith smothered a cry of pleasure. Unwilling to only be the object of the other two women's ministrations, she ran her hand up the inside of Denise's leg and under her skirt. There she found the younger woman had worn nothing under her pantyhose. She began to finger the temp, rubbing the soaking material against an unhooded clit and up and down the open lips of Denise's pussy.

Cara was the first one to break. The others found out later that she had been peeking through the doorway and masturbating as she watched Denise seduce Meredith. She dipped two fingers beside her tongue, wetting them thoroughly in Meredith's juices before returning them to her own pussy. Frantically strumming her clit, she cried out into the mature channel before her and bit down on Meredith's throbbing clit.

The older woman went off like a firecracker at that. She ground the heel of her hand between Denise's wide spread legs and jammed her fingers so hard against the pantyhose seam that it tore and allowed her to plunge deeply into Denise, who screamed and swallowed the full breast to muffle the sounds of her orgasm.

When all three of the women had stopped shaking, Cara rose and helped Denise pull Meredith to her feet. The three of them exchanged kisses, both of the others paying particular attention to Cara in order to savor the taste of Meredith's nectar.

The older woman attempted to fix the younger ones with a stern gaze. "And who's idea was this?"

"Mine." stated Cara, defiantly.

"Well," the stern look melted into a smile. "Thank you."

Cara smiled happily and kissed her boss. "You're welcome."

"Now then," interjected Denise. "There's a couch over there that is calling to us. If you would stretch out there Cara, I have a feeling that Meredith would like to return the favor you just bestowed on her."

"Indeed. But where will you be, Denise?"

"Right behind you, in more ways than one," winked Denise.

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"We actually did manage to find time to finish that report before Monday. Cara and Meredith 'relaxed' each other quite often after that for some time. Eventually they both found other relationships and settled down. Still friends and co-workers, Meredith takes time for herself now and always encourages those working for her to do that themselves.

"WOW," commented Dawn. Denise grinned to herself. The reporter didn't even seem aware that her own hand had slipped under her skirt several times during the story.

"Very interesting, but I do have one question."

"Which is?" 

"You seemed to indicate that you were confident that Meredith would be well, seducible is the only word I can think of, assuming it is a word. How did you know?"

"Remember I mentioned that I came up with some personal information?" When Dawn nodded, Denise continued. "I found a copy of a letter that Meredith had written to an old college classmate. This classmate was now a lawyer who had recently left a big firm to set up her own practice. Apparently the change was occasioned by the friend becoming involved with a much younger fellow employee at the firm. Meredith congratulated her for 'following her heart' and mentioned that she wished she could have that kind of good fortune in her own life."




The Interview



"But how did that let you know Meredith would be receptive to a pass from another woman?"

"Well, of course the letter didn't go into specifics. But I noticed the name at the top of the letter." Denise smiled happily. "You see, the lady lawyer's special one was a younger woman. I knew that, because that same charming young woman had arranged for me to be a birthday present for her lover. A wonderful time was had by all three of us."

"My goodness." Dawn leaned forward and started to turn off the recorder. Denise intercepted her.

"Why my goodness?"

"Its just that, well, I suppose I'm rather surprised at all these things," Dawn said, somewhat lamely.

Denise smiled, having noted that the reporter was flushed and had been breathing somewhat rapidly. It wasn't all she had noticed about Dawn as she had watched the other woman squirm and move around during all three recitals.

"Surprised?" Denise slid next to Dawn, laying a hand on the shapely knee closest to her and allowing her fingers to drift slowly up the firm thigh. "Or excited?"

"Excited? I don't know what you mean." Dawn looked down at the fingertips that were disappearing under the hem of her skirt. She swallowed, but made no move to back away.

"I mean this." Denise leaned forward, her body touching Dawn's, and kissed the female journalist.

Denise gently pushed Dawn back onto the couch. Her hands both went up under the reporter's skirt, bunching it around her waist. Then they reversed and slid back down, taking a pair of pale blue panties with them. meanwhile the young escort continued to rain kisses over the surprised interviewer's face.

"Denise! What are you doing?" Realizing how silly that sounded, Dawn tried to rephrase her question. Her hands tried to pull down the skirt over her now revealed pussy, even as her body responded to the woman sliding on top of her. "I mean, I know WHAT you're doing, but why? I mean, how do you know, I mean, think you know that I'm..."

"Interested in other women?" Denise's fingers were busy at Dawn's blouse and at her own. She had already unzipped her skirt and let it fall, revealing that she had worn no panties to the interview. She shrugged out of her blouse, showing a bra wasn't part of the day's wardrobe either.

"I've watched you while I talked." A yank pulled Dawn's blouse free and opened it. A second pull on the now exposed bra revealed her breasts. "You've been squeezing your legs together so hard I'm surprised you haven't cum already at least once." Denise grasped Dawn's wrists in her hands as the TV anchor attempted to cover herself somewhere, anywhere and lifted them up over the now barely struggling woman's head. Denise's knees pushed Dawn's legs apart and she fell onto the other woman, pinning her against the couch.

"Besides," whispered the coed, as Dawn gasped and involuntarily lifted her hips to meet Denise's wet pussy as it touched her own. "I saw you at 'The Other Side' kissing that bank girl." She began to rotate her hips, grinding and pushing against the woman under her.

"So ever since then, I've had a fantasy of my own, and now I'm going to fulfill it." Dawn cried out for a moment before Denise stopped her squeals with a kiss. "I'm going to fuck a TV Reporter..."

(Transcriber's note)

... The tape becomes very hard to understand after those last remarks. In fact, nothing can be discerned except a great deal of moaning and some wordless cries before the recorder is abruptly switched off.

(The End)



The Interview



Tim Lewis was standing at the front door nervously awaiting an answer to the doorbell he had just rung. Tim was 35 years old, and had recently come out of a messy divorce after a sudden end to a 10 year marriage. He had moved into a condo complex four months ago, and was forced to live on his own after his wife had run off with a family friend.

Luckily, he became friends with the couple who lived next door to him. Jim and Becky Johnson were slightly older than he was, but they all had common interests that included movies, fishing, and books. Becky had been the first one to inquire into his plans to get into the dating scene. When Tim said that he wasn't sure that he was ready yet, Becky dropped the subject for a couple of days, but over the next two weeks, both she and Jim let him know that they would help in any way they could.

Eventually, over a Saturday night dinner at their home, Jim told Tim that they were members of a club that might help him spread his wings, and meet new people. Becky thought that this club might give him the confidence to start a new relationship. When Tim asked more questions about what type of club it was, both Becky and Jim became rather coy about it. Their reluctance to fully disclose the club's activities both scared and intrigued him. As the evening concluded, Tim put together most of the half answers that he had received, and asked if the club had a major sexual component.

Knowing smiles spread across their faces, and Becky let him know that he was on the right path. Tim wanted to know if this was a couple's club or not. They said that it was made up of mostly couples, but openings were also open to the right type of individual. Becky said that memberships required a meeting with the selection committee, but that she thought he would probably get through the interview with flying colors.

Tim went home to think this offer over. He hadn't told Jim or Becky that he had led a rather sheltered life in the sex department. He had slept the a few girls in college, but his marriage had really been his only long term relationship. Therefore, he wasn't the experienced swinger that they might have thought him to be. Over the next few days he went back and forth on his decision, but eventually decided that they were right; he really needed to try new things, and this offer was something that he couldn't turn down.

So he was very surprised when the door opened, and saw a woman who immediately reminded him of his aunt. She was about slightly shorter than he was, with shoulder length auburn hair, and looked to be in her late 50's. She introduced herself as Virginia Taylor, and after verifying his name, assured him that Becky and Jim were waiting in the living room for him along with the rest of the committee. He followed her through the main hall, and into a living room that was about as big as his whole condo.

He saw Jim and Becky on one love seat, another couple on one couch, and a gentleman on the other couch who Tim thought would be Virginia's husband. She introduced him to Paul and Valerie Thompson, as well as her husband, Gordon. Paul and Valerie were the youngest of the group; Tim guessed that he was about 27, while she was probably 25.

Before he sat down, Virginia asked him if he'd like something to drink, and got a Pepsi for him from the wet bar in the corner. After Jim had sat down in the wooden chair that had been placed for him, Gordon asked Tim how much he knew about their club. Looking at Becky and Jim, he said, "Not much really, Becky and Jim only told me that this club was where their friends met, and that it had a sexual orientation, but were not really specific."

Gordon said, "That's about as much as they are allowed to say before this meeting." He then went on to explain that the club met once a month at member's house on a rotating basis. Each meeting had between 15 and 20 couples, and another five or six individual guests who were included on an invitation only basis. Each meeting had its own theme, and that there were erotic activities that usually involved all of the attendees.

At this point, Gordon asked Valerie to describe the latest party. In a very casual manner, she described the Hawaiian Luau that they had hosted. The party had included native foods and drinks, along with naked hula dancers and body painting activities that ended up with about four hours of fucking.

Tim was both shocked and exited by the language that Valerie was using, as well as the images swirling around in his mind about what he was getting into. This discussion had also caused the inevitable reaction on his part, namely a very stiff erection. When she had finished, he looked over at Becky who was beaming at him. "We had a very fine time at that one," she said.

Virginia then explained that while everyone had participated in the fun that evening, it was the single guests who initiated the festivities by leading the naked hula, and allowing their bodies to be painted first. It was important to know that as he was being considered for one of these spots, he needed to complete the rest of the interview before he would be invited to an upcoming party.

After a moment of thought, Jim said, "This is all new to me, but you haven't scared me off yet. How do we proceed?"

"I think it is now time that you undress," Virginia said. 

A stunned look crossed his face. He thought that this would probably happen, he just hadn't expected it so soon. He looked at Virginia and asked, "You mean right here?"

"Right here, right now," Virginia's reply was almost an order.

So then, as confidently as he could, he leaned forward to remove his shoes, and socks. He then stood up took off this jacket, hanging it on the back of the chair. His shirt was next, and was also placed on the back of the chair.

Then he turned to face the group, and began unbuckling his belt. All of the couples had leaned back, and were looking on with a relaxed attitude that was at odds with the excitement and, yes fear, that Jim was now feeling. He unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his zipper, and then stepped out of them. He turned to the pants on the back of the chair, before facing the group again. 

His gaze fell on Valerie, who looked him in the eye, then at his crotch before looking him in the eye again. She then winked at him, and smiled. Taking this as an invitation, Jim hooked his thumbs under the waistband, and lowered his shorts. When he stood up, his shorts were now in his right hand, and his very erect 6" cock pointed due north. At this instant, he realized that he had just crossed a new threshold, and with a broad smile on his face he looked at each of the three couples as he dropped his shorts on the seat of his chair.

Gordon began, "Now you have to know that at the parties, being a single guest, you will have to comply with the requests of the other members. I think that you should stand in front of Paul and Valerie, and do as they ask."

Tim walked toward the two as instructed, and at Paul's request stopped in front of him. A new feeling washed over Tim as he saw Paul gaze at his erection. He wasn't exactly proud, but he was truly reveling in the moment, being completely nude in front of three couples, with a sexual tension in the room that he could almost taste.

Paul looked up at Tim without saying anything, and then reached out and softly grabbed his balls. He tugged on them a little, before releasing them; then he grasped his cock. He pulled it down, and looked at it as someone would site down a rifle. When he let go, Tim's cock snapped back, hit his stomach so hard that the sound was heard by everyone. Paul said, "Well, you sure are happy to be here. Now I'd like you to turn around, bend over, and spread your cheeks for me."

When Tim had assumed the position, he felt Paul nudge a finger at his anal opening. He thought, "Now there's something I wouldn't have expected this morning." After a few moments, Paul told him that he could stand up and move in front of Valerie.

Valerie looked up at him with a big smile, and sparkling eyes. He was suddenly reminded of a cheerleader he knew in high school that he'd had a crush on, but never talked to. He couldn't wait for Valerie to say anything.

Very shortly Valerie said, "Paul treated you much better than I will. I've always liked to spank people, but he's not that interested. So I'd like you across my lap right now."

Surprised, but also extremely excited. He lay down over her thighs. "Lift up just a little please," Valerie said. He then felt her hand snake under him, take hold of his cock, and position it between her thighs. They clamped tightly on his dick and she said, "I don't want you sliding off."

She then started spanking him. They weren't especially painful, but they did sting. She stopped somewhere around 10 and asked him, "How you doin' down there?"

"OK so far," he replied.

Valerie resumed her spanking, and now Tim was acutely aware that the motions of his and Valerie's bodies were causing his cock to slide up and down between her thighs. This was bringing him very close to a climax he was desperate to experience.

Just before the point of no return, Becky spoke up, "Valerie, we don't want you to wear him out too soon."

Both Tim and Valerie groaned at the same time, but each for different reasons. She then helped him up. Tim softly rubbed his now sore ass, and waved his erection that now had a small drop of precum on its tip in front of her.

Gordon then instructed Tim to stand before Becky. She smiled as he came toward her, as his erection swayed back and forth. When he was directly in front of her, she said, "I've been waiting for this almost from the moment we met." She then reached for his cock, and leaned forward so that she could put it in her mouth.

Instantly Tim's cock experienced the wonderful warmth of her mouth, and the soft texture of her tongue. His eyes fluttered, and a low groan escaped from his mouth. He kept his hands on his ass and savored the feeling that he was about to cum.

Sensing that he was very close, Becky used her right hand to grasp both of his balls, and started to hum to herself. The vibrations that this caused sent Tim over the edge. He almost lost his balance as his orgasm roared through his body. At the last instant, he had to grab her shoulders to steady himself.

It took about 30 seconds for him to come back to his senses, but Becky continued to milk his cock for every last drop of cum. Finally, when no more was produced, she released it from her mouth and said, "My you really needed that. You spewed all over my tonsils."

After regaining his composure, he looked at Jim. He was surprised to see that he had removed his pants, shorts, and was sporting a 7" woody. "Now it's your turn to bring me off." Jim had taken hold of his prick at the base and was waving it at Tim.

Still experiencing the wave of sexual intoxication in the room, Tim didn't need to be asked twice. He knelt down in front of Jim, and proceeded to give the first blow job of his life. He made up for his lack of experience by giving the job the full gusto that it deserved. It took a few tries, but he was able to swallow most of Jim's prick without scraping it with his teeth. His up and down movements quickly had Jim on the verge of a climax. Not even thinking about what it would taste like, he too began humming and was rewarded with a flood of cum. Instinctively breathing through his nose, he was able to swallow most of it without choking, although a little leaked out at the sides.

When Jim's prick stopped pulsing, Tim released it from his mouth. He stood up, wiped the leftover from his cheek and licked his hand clean. Jim grinned at him and said, "Nice one for a beginner."

Turning back to the host couple, he saw Gordon move his hand behind Virginia's back, and then heard the unmistakable sound of the zipper on her dress being lowered. She stood up and let the dress fall from her. Gordon picked it up and put it next to him on the couch. Then Virginia unhooked her bra and let her large tits free from their confinement. While they did sag, she had the biggest areolas he had ever seen. 

She finished undressing by stepping out of her panties but remained standing. "Come over here and suck on my titties," she said. Magic words to Tim's ears. Standing before her, he hefted both breasts in his hands and was amazed at their weight; his ex-wife's were very small by comparison. Inwardly he was jumping up and down, but he was very cool as he bent down a little and latched onto her right breast.

He slopped and slurped, nibbled on her nipple before attacking the left breast. Very quickly Virginia began to moan pleasurably and then said, "You make me very weak in the knees."

This went on for about two minutes before she took his head in both of her hands, raised him up and planted the most erotic kiss on him that he'd ever had. The kiss lasted long enough for his penis to rise to full staff again.

Virginia finally broke the kiss and sat back down on the couch. Giving him a devilish smile, she said "Now you have to service my cunt."

As he knelt down, he was aware that Gordon had stood up and was taking off his clothes. Under normal circumstances he would have wondered what this meant, but these were far from normal circumstances. As he closed in on her pussy, the aroma her juices were making completely overtook him, and he began to nibble on her clit.

Virginia shrieked as her body stiffened. Her hands immediately found the back of his head so that it would not move. "Oh fuck, that's good," she shouted. "You just keep eating mommy's cunt until she blows up."

Not really needing this encouragement, Tim continued his assault on her clit. He added the periodic lapping of her pussy with his tongue whenever he needed to take a breath. Before he expected, Virginia moaned a couple of times, and then clamped her legs like a vise on his head as she shuddered through a thunderous orgasm.

He could only lick at her pussy as the convulsions racked her body, but she did begin to calm down. Soon she released her knees, and lifted her hands from his head. He sat back on his heals, looked up, grinned at her and said, "So what's next?"

Virginia quickly noticed the return of his erection and said, "Well, I really like it doggy style."

She moved him aside, and went over to the coffee table on the far side of the room. She knelt down, the lay her upper body on the table and said, "It's just the right height."

Tim didn't need to be asked, he just scurried across the floor until he was in the proper position. He knew that she was already wet enough for him, so he grabbed his cock and guided it to her pussy.

"Oh my, that's a good fit," she said.

"Mrs. Taylor, I must say that it's almost as if your cunt has a mind of its own," he replied.

They then commenced in the fucking. Very soon each of them was shouting words like "Fuck", "Harder", "Deeper", and "Faster". Time and space evaporated for Tim. He was lost in his own world of orgasmic bliss, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He slowed down and looked to see Gordon standing next to him.

"Mind if I join in?" Gordon asked.

"Not at all", he replied.

Gordon then gently pushed Tim on his shoulder so that he leaned forward till his was lying on Virginia's back.

Suddenly, Tim felt his ass cheeks being spread, and something greasy being forced up his rectum. He turned to see Gordon with a smile on his face. "Just getting you ready for my woody," he said.

Without thinking, Tim said, "OK" and prepared himself for yet another new experience.

Slowly and gently, Gordon proceeded with the insertion of his cock into Tim's ass. Tim had never had this feeling of fullness before, but it wasn't altogether uncomfortable. He breathed slowly through his mouth until Gordon was all the way in.

Gordon waited a few moments as he savored the position he was in. "OK everyone, let's see if we can all work together." He started to pull out, which allowed Tim to do the same with Virginia. Once Tim started to move back in, Gordon followed him, and amazingly, very quickly they found a rhythm. Moans and groans filled the room as all three of them moved toward their next orgasms. 

This was almost too much for Tim as his cock seemed to have grown another inch since Gordon had invaded his ass. He quickly looked around him to see that the other couples had also undressed, and were cheering them on. 

Tim was once again reminded of a fantasy he'd had of that cheerleader in high school as he watched Valerie urge him on, while her pert tits waved at him.

All of a sudden, Virginia screamed as her climax pounded through her. He cunt then did magic things to his cock, causing him to shower her insides with a flood of cum. Not to be out done, Gordon grabbed Tim's hips so that he could forcibly plow his cock into Jim's asshole. He could last only five more pumps before he screamed in ecstacy as his cock erupted inside Jim.

The other couples complimented them on their performance, and patted them all just like they had scored the winning touchdown.

It took a couple of minutes for them to untangle themselves, and lay back on the floor. Paul finally looked down and said, "I think that I can speak for the entire committee, and say that you have passed your interview, and will be allowed to participate in future parties."

"I'm glad you responded so well Tim," Becky said. "But before we call this a night, I think that we all could use some more fucking." The rest of the night involved so much imagination on the part of all participants, and required so much energy, that after Tim finally got back home, he slept for the entire next day.



The Interview



I got the call as I was walking out the door. They wanted me to come in for an interview with the department head. Apparently, the supervisor I had first seen liked me enough to recommend me for a different, higher profile job, not to mention a much higher salary with bonuses. I was flattered. HR set up a time for me to come in the next day, at about 3:30pm. 

I got to the department head's office at about 2:45 the next day. I made sure I was looking especially good that day. I had on my new black knee high boots with a multi-colored sweater and a black skirt that ended just above my knees. I had black thigh highs on under the skirt, just to feel that extra bit of confidence (they'd never know I had them on!). I sat in one of the chairs next to the empty desk I assumed belonged to his assistant. I was only there for a few minutes when the door opened and people started to walk out. Not one of them had a happy look on their face. I heard someone bark, "Cynthia! Get me that chick that's here for the interview!" 

A lady walked out and gave me a hesitant smile. "Mr. Hawkins will see you now, Ms. Raymond." As I walked by her, she whispered, "He's not always like this." It did little to calm my nerves.

I stepped into the office and looked around. There was a conference table when you first walked in and it looked like it could easily hold 20 people. Cynthia was busy clearing the table of glasses and paper. "Cynthia! Aren't you done yet? Close that door when you leave!" I jumped at the bark and turned toward the voice. Mr. Hawkins was hunched over the enormous desk, scribbling on some paper. I could tell this was going to a very interesting interview.

I walked forward and stopped at the corner of his desk, waiting for him to acknowledge my presence. He glanced at a sheet of paper and then up at me, not moving anything but his head. "Ms. Raymond, have a seat," nodding toward a chair that was placed in front of his desk. 

No wonder this job is open, I thought. No one would want to work for this guy. And I bet those bonuses were probably quite large to try to entice people to stay. 

Since he was busy with his paperwork, I was able to study him more closely. He wasn't a bad looking guy, quite attractive actually. His brown hair was long enough that you could run your fingers thru and just barely grab a hold. I didn't get a good look at his eyes but I thought they might have been hazel. Regardless, they were beautiful. And there was a neatly trimmed goatee to complete the face. Hmmmmm.......

I shook the thoughts from my mind and kept looking him over. His button down shirt had the top two buttons undone and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. From what I could see, he had nice looking arms. They looked fairly strong, like they could lift almost anything. I studied his hands, noticing his thick fingers. And that they were tapping. I jerked my eyes up and found him looking at my face, an eyebrow raised. 

I could feel the blush all the way to my toes. Damn! I got caught staring at him. I really hope I wasn't drooling. Since it had been two weeks since I had gotten laid, I know that at least one part of me was drooling....

"Ms. Raymond, I see you are interested in being my assistant. I've read your resume and heard what Sue had to say about you. Apparently, she thinks you can handle the job. Would you mind doing a few things my assistant would usually do? I like the hands on interview. Let's me actually see if you can handle the job." By then, he had leaned back in his chair, resting his folded hands on his stomach.

I was intrigued. "I must say, I have never had an interview like this, Mr. Hawkins. But I am willing to try. What kinds of tasks did you have in mind?"

He leaned forward in his chair, assessing me. "Let's see. I have two more appointments today, some letters that need to be typed, some calls made and some filing to be done." He shuffled around his desk for a second and handed me a sheet full of names. "These people need to be called to see if they are coming to the dinner on the 20th. All the info is on the top of the desk out there." He handed me a blue folder crammed full. "Here are the letters that need to be typed. There are four on top that I need done today." 

He stood up and came around the desk. "Follow me."

I stood and followed him out the door, back to the desk. He pointed to the enormous stack of papers in the inbox. I looked at him, "How long has it been since you had an assistant?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I'd say about a month. They keep sending temps over to keep the paperwork at a manageable level. For some reason, they keep leaving after a day."

I rolled my eyes behind his back. Yeah, wonder why....

He turned and said," The files for those papers are in my office. They are filed by the client's last name." Just then, the phone started to ring. He looked at me and said, "There you go. Have at. I'm in my office if you have any questions. Intercom works." And with that he turned and went back into his office, closing the door behind him. 

I reached over and answered the phone, instantly going into work mode. Time flew by as I completed half the letters and fielded phone calls. His two appointments came and left after only being there for no more than ten minutes. It was about 4:30 when I grabbed half the stack of files and knocked on his door. 

'What?" he barked.

I cracked the door. "Is it okay for me to go ahead and file these papers?"

He looked up. "Sure. They're over here," pointing to the wall of drawers on his left. 

I walked in and went to work, making short work of the stack. I glanced over my shoulder a few times to see what he was working on. He was completely engrossed in his paperwork. I bent down to put the last papers in the bottom drawer, not an easy feat in my skirt. Instead of kneeling down, I just leaned over to put them in. My hair fell in my face so I pushed it back so I could read the labels. As I pushed it back, I caught a glimpse of Mr. Hawkins. He had stopped looking at the paperwork and was now completely focused on my ass. I pretended not to notice him staring and finished the last paper. 

When I stood up, my face was flushed, a combination of me bending over and Mr. Hawkins staring at me. I turned and headed back out the door, closing it behind me. Now was the time to find the bathroom. I buzzed him on the intercom and told him I would be back in a few. I got no response so I headed down the hall. 

When I got there, I noticed a full length mirror. I was curious to see just what he had seen when I was bending over. I bent down and glanced back in the mirror and I couldn't believe what I saw: the tops of my thigh highs and garters were visible! And if you looked closely enough, you could see the wet spot on my thong. Oh great. 

I hurried back to the desk and looked at the clock. It was 4:50. If I hurried, I could file the last of the papers and hopefully leave without embarrassing myself further. I grabbed the last of them from the inbox and went to his door. I knocked hesitantly and opened the door. He wasn't at his desk. With any luck, I would be able to file and run. 

Most of these papers were filed in the bottom two drawers so I spent most of my time bent over. About halfway thru the stack, I glanced up at the clock on his desk and was met with a surprise: Mr. Hawkins was standing next to his desk, staring at my ass. I wasn't sure what affected me more: the fact that I didn't hear him come in or the fact that I could see his raging hard-on straining against his pants. 

I quickly looked back down but didn't adjust the way I was standing. As I continued to work on the papers, I tried to watch him thru my curtain of hair. He had moved back to sit in the chair behind his desk and was rubbing himself thru the front of his pants. I could only imagine the thoughts that were going thru his mind as he watched my ass move back and forth.

Well, hell. I figured I wouldn't get the job anyway so I might as well get laid. I leaned over a little further, pretending I was reaching all the way to the front of the bottom drawer. I could feel my skirt hike up further, exposing the bottom of my ass cheeks. I heard a creak and looked thru my hair at his desk. He had leaned in to get a closer look, his hand continuing to rub his cock thru his pants. I stayed like that for a few moments more then slowly stood up. I pushed the drawer closed with my foot and turned to face him.

I looked at his face, flicked my eyes down to his hand on his crotch, then back up to his face. "Is there anything else I can....help you with?" His hand reached over and grabbed some paper off his desk and held them out to me, his eyes never leaving mine. "File these," he said. I took the papers and glanced down at them. They belonged in the bottom drawer. I bent over again and tried to concentrate on the names on the folders. 

I heard the chair creak again and then I felt my skirt being raised higher. I closed my eyes as I felt my ass being exposed. I was sure he could see how wet I was. My hands gripped the file drawer as I felt his hands touch my ass, slowly rubbing and squeezing. One hand rubbed toward my crack and his thumb hooked under my thong, pulling it to the side. I felt his thumb graze my clit as he moved my thong off my wet pussy. I bit my lip, trying not to make any sound lest he should stop.

I gasped as I felt his tongue touch my pussy, sliding down to lick my clit. His hands spread my cheeks, giving him better access to my dripping pussy. He still hadn't said a word as he began to lick and suck my pussy, forcing me to brace myself against the file drawer. I was no longer able to keep quiet and began to moan and gasp at the pleasure he was causing. 

I knew it was only a matter of seconds until I came. All it took was him inserting a finger into my pussy and I came all over his face, soaking his finger and stifling a scream. He pulled his finger back out and rubbed it on my clit as he stuck his tongue in my dripping pussy, fucking me with his tongue. My body jerked as I continued to cum, pushing myself back on his tongue, trying to get more in me. My orgasm was so hard; I could feel my knees begin to buckle. He wrapped an arm around my legs to hold me upright as he lapped my cum up. 

His tongue left my pussy and his arm was removed from legs. Hands pushed me down onto my knees. I found myself looking at the front of his pants. I didn't have the nerve to look up into his face. I just kept staring at his crotch, wondering what it looked like, what it tasted like. I leaned in and put my hand on the bulge, feeling its length. It didn't feel overly long, but it seemed to be quite thick. I had to see it. Still not looking up past his waist, I reached for his belt and he grabbed my hands and put them on his fly. I took the hint and unzipped his fly and reached in to pull him out. 

My mouth was watering by the time I got his cock out of his pants. I leaned in and lightly touched the underside of the head with my tongue. I heard and felt a sharp intake of breath. Good. I made sure my tongue was plenty wet and went to work. Two could play this game. I licked my way around his head and then down his shaft, making it as wet as I could. I came back to the head and slowly let it dip into my mouth, not far but enough to let my teeth graze the underside of his head. I could tell he was enjoying it and wanted more by the way he kept moving his hips closer to my mouth. Anticipating his movements, I kept my own pace, frustrating him. I waited until he thought that was all I was going to do. 

Then, I took his wet cock and slid him quickly into my mouth, taking as much as I could until I felt the base of his cock on my lips. He moaned and pushed his hips against my mouth, forcing more into my throat, gagging me in the process. I quickly drew back and bobbed a few times on him, gagging each time but loving the feel of him in my mouth. I backed off and played with just the head again. He slid a hand into my hair and guided my mouth back down onto his cock, using little force because I was willing to do it. I could hear his breath coming faster and knew if I didn't stop now, I might not get to feel that cock in my pussy.

I pulled free of his hand and stood up, looking him in the eyes as I backed up to his desk. I felt my legs hit the edge and pulled myself up onto it. I pulled my legs up and propped them on the desk and waited for him to come to me. He took the hint and walked over to the desk. When he got there, he reached down and took hold of my thong. I moved my legs and let him slide them off. As he removed them, he snuck in a quick lick on my pussy. I grabbed his head to hold him in place, so he could get a better taste. He cooperated and licked and sucked, making sure I was still very wet. 

He pulled away from my grasp and moved to my mouth. He took possession of it, applying just the right amount of pressure, making me want more. I could taste myself on him and it was driving me wild. I pulled him closer and felt his erection brush my pussy. He adjusted his hips and he slide in while he was kissing me. I moaned into his mouth, it felt so damn good! He moved his hands down my body, one going under my sweater to cup my breast and the other to my hip to hold me steady as he pounded into me. 

There were so many things being done to my body, I couldn't concentrate on just one: his fingers pinching and pulling on my nipple, his tongue teasing my lips, his teeth nipping at my lips, him driving his cock in and out of me, going as deep as he could. I was on the brink of another orgasm. And when I thought I could control it, he released my hip and reached down and rubbed my clit. He released my mouth and grinned at me as I started to cum again, throwing my head back as I started to spasm and moan. 

In the middle of my orgasm, he picked me up, still inside me, and walked over to the conference table. He put me down on it and pulled out of me. He pulled me off the table and pushed me face down onto the table. I spread my legs, hiked up my skirt and thrust my ass out, knowing what was next. Once more, he knelt behind me and tongued my pussy, making sure to lick my sensitive clit and cause me to jump. 

He stood up behind me and drove into me, his hands pulling my hips toward him, making sure he went as deep as possible. I gasped and pushed back against him, trying to help him get deeper. He started fucking me, going slowly at first then speeding up at the sound of my moans and encouragements. I could hear the wet sounds of him fucking me and it was making me even more excited. I could tell he was getting close so I tightened my muscles around him. I heard a groan and then he shoved his cock in me and held me still, filling me with his cum. 

When he seemed to be near the end of his orgasm, I rolled out from under him and went to my knees in front of him, taking his shrinking cock in my mouth. I proceeded to lick and suck the remaining cum off his cock, taking him completely in my mouth. I could tell the action was completely unexpected by the look on his face: jaw had completely dropped open and he was sucking in air like he couldn't get enough oxygen while gripping the table for support. 

I removed his limp cock from my mouth and stood up. I turned and walked to the door, opening it and closing it behind me, ignoring the fact that I had left my underwear on the floor. I reached down and picked up my purse from beside the desk. Guess I needed to start to look for a job. As I started to walk away, I heard the intercom buzz. I went back to the desk and answered it.

"Yes, Mr. Hawkins?"

"Ms. Raymond, we start work promptly 9am. I'll have Sue send the necessary paperwork for you to complete," he hesitated. "Is tomorrow morning too soon to start?"

"Not at all. 9am you say?" I responded with a grin. I think I'm gonna like working here.



The Interview



A few months back while looking through the site; Friend Finders, I was looking for a woman in my area whom I could possibly meet and get to know better. I read this ladies bio who was only minutes away and was intrigued by what she had to say. She was divorced and was looking for a man that enjoyed pleasing a woman orally. Included in her bio was a snap shot of her wet panties crotch. 

After reading her entire Bio I decided to take the chance and write her. In my opening letter I told her that I loved pleasing a woman orally could spend hours eating pussy but I had a special desire. In short I told her I would eat her out for as long as she wanted but only if she wore something special for me. I explained to her that I had an obsession for woman wearing pantyhose and loved eating and sucking pussy through the open crotch of pantyhose. I gave her my e-mail address as well as portfolio address and dared her to try me. 

To my surprise the next day she wrote me back. For next two weeks we kept sending e-mails to each other, teasing each other with pictures and letters of our fantasies and desires. She often wanted me to call her on the phone so she could here my voice. I kept dropping hints to see if she could find my phone number then finally one day I gave her the name of my business. She called once but hung up when she heard my voice. The next day she called again but this time we talked. Her voice was sexy and very passionate. 

That night I wrote her a letter. It was about a fantasy that I have always wanted to try but could never bring myself to do it or find some one willing to try it. I explained to her that my fantasy was about interviewing many woman which ended up having sex with one of the ladies because she of the way she was dressed in a short skirt and black pantyhose. The letter was extremely detailed and at the very end I wrote her a DARE.

P.S.

I am holding interviews next Saturday in my office for a personal secretary. I already have a secretary, but now I need a woman who can follow odors and can handle a large amount dick tatting. She must be willing to work long hard hours. She must comply with the office dress code. Skirts and blouses or dresses only. No pants or panties are allowed. Pantyhose must be worn at all times, and bras are optional with some degree of fashion. The position to be filled is for my personal assistant and will not be shared by any other office management. 

Your appointment for this interview will be held Saturday at 10 am sharp if you feel you are capable of handling such a position. This interview will be conducted in full and at length so please allow your self as much time as I may be required. From the moment you walk through my door you are to follow my odors. 

The next day I open my e-mail to find that she has accepted my dare and would be here Saturday. I sent a reply back with just one word written and that word was "BLACK".

The rest of the week I teased her with the fact, which I didn't think she would show up for the interview. She sent me a picture of herself on Wednesday through the e-mail and asked me what my first impression of her was, and if I was still interested in conducting the interview. Although she was a bit large, her smile and the expression on her face made me want her even more. I have had several relationships with BBW, and found them very seductive. 

Saturday morning I showed up at the office early trying to decide how to conduct the interview. So many things were going through my mind of how I wanted this to happen. As time grew shorter I became more and more nervous. I had knots in my stomach wondering if I could really do this. For a while I wasn't expecting her to show. I figured she'd call and cancel with some type of excuse. I was sitting in my office at the computer just rolling through some of my e-mail when I heard the front door open. 

Oh My God! She's here. 

Now my hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath. I walked out of my office to the counter and as I walked past the room divider, their she was. Now I was a nervous wreck. My mouth was super dry and getting a word to come out was the hardest thing I ever tried to do. She was so pretty and her smile was from ear to ear. Her eyes had a mystical look, wet and shiny. 

She reached out her hand and said; hi I'm Jean your 10 o'clock appointment. It was tough but I managed to slur out; Hi Jean I'm Ed. It's so nice to finally meet you in person, and we shook hands. Come in I told her then went and locked the front door. 

As we made our way into the other section of the office I looked at her from behind and knew I was in for one hell of an interview. She was dressed in black. Her blouse was very conservative with a high neckline but very sheer showing off her lacy black bra. The skirt was cut just above her knees. And her legs were wrapped in sheer black pantyhose and black shoes. 

The first thing that went through my mind was she got my hint.

I set up a chair directly in front of me hoping she was going to wear a shorter skirt, so I could sneak a few looks but being so long that killed that idea. I pointed to the chair for her to sit and was getting even more nervous by the second. She set her purse on the desk beside her and we stared at each other for a few seconds. 

Where would you like to start she asked, with this big grin on her face as she crossed her legs?

I looked at her and my heart was pounding harder and faster then ever before. 

For over a week now I have thought about this moment planning out on how I want to conduct this interview and to be honest with you I didn't think you would come. Now that your here I cannot think of any of my ideas on a way to start. We were sitting a good ten feet apart and I was looking her up and down mostly staring at her feet. 

Then I started.

From all of our correspondence over the Internet we both know why you are here. I am looking for a woman to be my personal office assistant. More direct, my pantyhose office slut. I hope you are capable of following my directions as required. 

I think I can; she stated!

Have you ever applied for a position of this nature before? 

No!; she stated. 

Tell me why I should hire you?

Well as you already know I am recently divorced. My ex claimed I did not turn him on anymore and our sex life left a lot to be desired. Like I told you I enjoy having a man pleasure me with oral sex. When I read your letter of how much you enjoy going down on a woman while she wears pantyhose I was rather pleased. I don't usually wear them every day but for some reason when I finished reading your letters, I was turned on about it and went out to buy some and tried them on right away. Not wearing panties under them is rather stimulating and I've been wearing these since yesterday afternoon.

As she said this she raised the hem of her skirt to mid thigh and yes I was staring at her legs while she did it. 

Do you mind if I come and sit a bit closer; she asked?

Naturally I said; sure! 

Jean got up, walked over to my desk and slid her ass up on the edge. Then she raised her feet and placed them on the arms of my chair. Then she did something I did not expect. She leaned back with her hands behind her and opened her legs wide, giving me the greatest view up her skirt all the way to her crotch. 

Yes I stared and I did it without any guilt what so ever.

NO PANTIES & NO HAIR!

This is much better don't you think? She claimed.

I was both shocked and stunned by her freedom of exposure. There was no way I could keep my hands off her now. I started slowly by placing my hands on her ankles and not once stopped starring at her pussy through her black pantyhose. She started talking to me again and I could here her but not what she was saying. I was hypnotized looking at her black sexy legs and pussy. 

May I take off your shoes please, and Jean raised each foot while I slipped off each black leather shoe, dropping them to the floor. She kept talking while I admired her reinforced pantyhose toes, caressing and fondling them over and over again. Then I fondled her shins and calves gently stroking her silky covered legs. When I looked at her crotch again it was evident she was excited. A large wet spot was developing in the crotch of her hose. When I seen it I was so thrilled. It was like I was in a trance. Very slowly I slid my hands up to her knees and pushed her legs open wider.

Staring directly at her pussy, I slid my hands up the insides of her thighs. When I reached her pussy I ran my thumbs up and down the length of her pussy lips. 

Jean got quite real fast. She leaned back on her elbows closed her eyes and started moaning while I fondled her pussy through her black silky pantyhose. When I started playing with her clit her head went back and she was breathing rather hard. The smell of her sex filled my nose and I was so pleased by the way she looked it was hard for me not to just whip out my dick and fuck her rite their on the desk. The more I stared at her pussy the harder it was to think of all the things I wanted to do to her. 

I started kissing her black silky knee slowly working my way up to her crotch. My tongue was licking and sucking her pantyhose legs all the way to her crotch. For the next five to ten minutes all I did was suck on her pussy through the sheer material of her pantyhose. I couldn't tell if her crotch was wet from my saliva or from her pussy juices, but god she tasted fantastic. Sitting up I ran my hands over her breast, pinching her nipples hard pulling on them with a bit of force. 

I'm going to love sucking on these as well; I told her, and then slid my hands back under her skirt to her pussy. In one quick motion I ripped a large hole in the crotch of her pantyhose. My thumb brushed over her wet pussy lips stroking them over and over again then I slipped it between her lips. When I made contact with her clit and fondled it she slid her ass closer to the edge of the desk and let out a loud moaning groan. The heat that radiated form her was intense and after torturing her clit a bit longer I dove my face between her legs and sucked on her pussy for nearly a half hour. 

So much moaning and groaning going on and my hands kept busy caressing her silky ass and legs. I knew she had several orgasms and could tell when each one was coming. She was breathing real hard and her pussy would bloom as she experienced each climax. 

I could eat you all day I told her! 

Panting hard, all she said was: OK! 

While allowing her a moment to recover somewhat, I pulled my chair up real close and continued to fondle her silky feet and legs. Every now and then I would play with her pussy but I was intent with kissing her silky feet and sucked on her toes. When she raised herself on her elbows I told her I could do this every day. 

After recovering a bit she got up and started undoing my pants. I stood to help her a little and when they were completely removed she started giving me some of the greatest head ever. She was pretty good but I sort of felt left out by just watching her do me, so I recommended we get on the floor so I could do her again at the same time. I was so excited and turned on by all of this I could hardly concentrate on what she was doing to me. I wanted to cum so badly but my excitement was over powering my will to let go. We tried fucking but for some reason I just couldn't keep it up. All I could think about was pleasing her orally. 

We lay next to each other for a good ten minutes just talking and fondling each other and just enjoying each other's company. After more then two hours of lust filled oral sex, I masturbated her to a wild orgasmic release and she laid on the floor in a heap of sweat and orgasmic pleasures. A little while later I crawled between her legs and fucked her for nearly fifteen minutes. I had her legs over my shoulders pounding her deep with each thrust. She soaked me twice before I finally exploded deep inside her past her cervix I'm sure because I felt the head of my cock locked inside her whom. As my cock shrank and finally came out I laid beside her and told her I could get use to this. My hands never stopped fondling or caressing her body. I told her that her X was a fool for leaving such a sexy thing like her. 

She was completely out of breath and before I knew it she fell asleep next to me on the floor. Her entire body was lifeless and her hands were above her head. I took advantage of her state of unconsciousness and started undoing her blouse. Opening it wide open I fondled her tits through her bra then pulled it over her large breast. I fondled her tits for a long time admiring her large areolas and firm nipples. I cuddled up close to her resting my cock on her silky legs and began sucking on her tits. Within a few minutes she started to wake up but didn't move. I looked into her eyes as I sucked on her left nipple real hard and she let out a deep moan.

When I stopped, I looked her in the eyes while still fondling her tits and asked her if she could get use to a guy like me. 

She come out with she probably could but she just finished one bad relationship wanted to see if she could grow into someone like me. 

I agreed with her because I also just came out of a bad relationship and did not want to jump into something to quick. We talked a bit more and I told her that I wanted to be with someone that was willing to wear pantyhose for me twenty four hours a day. I explained that I needed a woman who was willing to go around the house in lingerie or just wearing a bra and pantyhose. I warned her that she would have roaming hands all over her if she did decide to be with me and she would have a hard time keeping me from going down her often. 

Let me think about it she said then we kissed each other hard. She reached down grabbing my stiff cock and pulled me on top of her and we fucked hard and long one last time. I sucked her tits and kissed her hard and with passion then I felt her pussy tighten around me so I came again inside her. Not many words were spoken but we did stare into each other's eyes quite a bit. 

When I removed myself from on top of her, we got up still looking into each other's eyes. When she turned and walked away from me heading towards the washroom, I grabbed her arm and spun her around and forced her up against the wall. Both my hands grabbed her tits firmly lifting her to her tiptoes, as I firmly pressed my thigh into her crotch. I kissed her hard forcing my tongue down her throat. When I stopped kissing her, I looked into her eyes and told her to think hard about us. I asked her to think about putting a weekend aside for just the two of us so we could see if we were made for each other. 

She looked me in the eyes and said; you sure know how to make this hard for me don't you. Just think about it OK! She nodded and I let her go. She went to the washroom and cleaned herself up a bit. I did have pulled apart and disarray.

We both got dressed and she removed her pantyhose giving them to me but not before she cleaned her pussy with it leaving her sent all over them. 

We kissed each other goodbye and she left. 

We talked to each other for a little over two weeks on the phone and leaving each other email messages of other fantasies we'd like to try then finally she said she wanted a weekend together. We acted out all types of fantasies together and had an enormous amount of fun. After three months she told me she could not see herself wearing pantyhose for me the way I wanted and that she thought it best to tell me before we got overly attached to each other on false pretenses. I thanked her for her honesty and we went on our own ways. We still email each other now and then and she claims she misses me. I miss her also but we did have our moments together and I will cherish them forever.



The Interview



The blood was pounding in my ears as I gently closed the car door. It all seemed so unreal, so calm. The heat of the midday sun had brought the meadow drowsily to life; bees were droning, butterflies were fluttering about, and somewhere in the distance I could hear the hum of farm machinery. I groped in the pocket of my jeans for the folded piece of paper. It was starting to show some wear, testimony to the nervous habit that I had developed since downloading and printing its contents. Just one more look, I told myself as I carefully smoothed its crumpled creases on the hood of my car. Just one more look, just to make sure I do this right.

The font was bold and capitalized, its message direct:

THIS MEETING SHOULD BE REGARDED AS AN INTERVIEW. IT IS INTENDED TO ASSESS YOUR SUITABILITY AS MY SEXUAL SERVANT. FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS BELOW CAREFULLY AND WITHOUT DEVIATION. IF I FIND THAT YOU ARE CAPABLE OF OBEYING INSTRUCTIONS THEN I WILL PROCEED WITH MY EXAMINATION..IF NOT THEN YOU WILL BE DISMISSED AND WILL NOT WASTE MY TIME ANY FURTHER. 

YOU WILL PRESENT YOURSELF AT NOON ON THE 14TH OF THIS MONTH AT THE ADDRESS PRINTED BELOW.

PARK YOUR VEHICLE JUST INSIDE THE GATE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE MEADOW.

REMOVE YOUR CLOTHING AND LEAVE IT AT YOUR CAR.

PROCEED ON FOOT ALONG THE DRIVE UNTIL YOU COME TO THE FIRST FARM TRACK, TURN RIGHT AND CONTINUE OVER THE HILL UNTIL YOU COME TO THE DAIRY.

ENTER THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR AND WAIT FOR ME IN THE FIRST ROOM ON THE LEFT. YOU WILL FIND A BLINDFOLD THERE; TIE IT SECURELY OVER YOUR EYES. 

I EXPECT TO FIND YOU KNEELING, BLINDFOLDED, AND WITH YOUR HANDS CLASPED BEHIND YOUR HEAD.

YOU WILL NOT SPEAK AND YOU WILL SUBMIT WITHOUT HESITATION.

I left my clothes folded on the hood of my car. The soft breeze made my skin prickle as I nervously climbed the drive and turned down the narrow farm track. Far off in the distance I could see the drive veer gently toward a large stand of ancient trees. Just barely visible behind the foliage was the corner of what appeared to be an imposing manor house. I continued over the hill and saw below me a sturdy looking building on the left side of the track made of whitewashed stone and attached to a sizable cattle shed. Although there was no evidence of cattle, both structures looked well maintained. My pulse was hammering now, an arrhythmic counter tempo to the drowsy hum of my surroundings. I was really going to do this. After those countless hours spent haunting the strange netherworld of cyberspace, hours spent exploring the half-formed fantasies that kept me awake at night, the reality was more bizarre than I had ever expected. My feverish dreams were of dark, subterranean places... not sunlit meadows. The thought made me smile and the smile gave me courage, so I went down. 

The place was old and quiet, it obviously hadn't been used as a dairy for many years. It had a waiting feel that made me shiver with suspense. The heavy plank door was open and my bare feet whispered on the worn flagstones as I stepped through. Ahead of me stretched a hall, flanked on either side by the wooden slats of deserted milking stalls. To my immediate left was a low, open doorway framed in timber. The room beyond had a sunken stone floor which made an abrupt step down from the hall. There was a small casement window in the stone wall opposite the door and to the right the wall was composed of a dozen rough wooden fencing boards spaced with sizable gaps between them which provided glimpses into the adjacent stall. The only furniture was a wooden bench in the center of the room and on it lay a strip of raw black silk. I knelt down in front of the bench and tied the blindfold over my eyes as tightly as possible. A sliver of the floor remained visible no matter how I tugged and pulled at the cloth. After fighting with it for several minutes, I finally gave up; clasped my hands behind my head, closed my eyes, and waited. 

Except for the rasp of my breath and the thud of my heart, the dairy was quiet. Each passing moment increased the suspense until I could no longer keep from shivering. The shivers turned to shakes and the shakes to great, racking shudders as the adrenaline pumped through me. I tried to control my breathing... struggled to show some composure as I knelt there on the hard stone. I was so caught up with my inner conflict that I missed the footsteps until they were quite close. The soft slap of cloth-soled sandals approached from the open door and circled me slowly. I desperately willed the surge of adrenaline to subside. The footsteps came to a stop in front of me and I heard a low laugh. I couldn't resist the temptation to open my eyes and peek down at the floor through the slivers of light at the bottom of the blindfold. The toes of two small, well-manicured feet were just visible. 

"Very good. You are capable of following instructions." Her low, clear voice startled me. "Now let's see if you are suitable material. Stand up!" It took a moment to struggle up from the floor. She was moving again, circling. A soft hand touched my chest and spiraled languidly around my body. I was suddenly aware that I was throbbingly erect. Her nails scratched lightly over me as she continued her tactile exploration of my body. "Turn around!" As I obeyed I was shocked to realize that there was another person in the room moving quietly behind me. 

"Walk forward!"

I took a few tentative steps to my front, the wooden partition between this room and the neighboring milking stall was somewhere ahead of me.

"Stop! Patrick, put his chin up on that wooden cleat." I felt a large hand close over my lower jaw and pull up as a sharp, upward slap on my butt made me jump. "Up on your toes!"

I was on my tiptoes, straining to balance as my chin was placed on a ledge protruding from the wooden slats. 

"Place your hands on the wall." It was a relief to unclasp them and spread them out. " Keep your chin on that cleat until I tell you otherwise."

She was very close behind me now, the tips of her breasts brushed across my back leaving a trail of heat despite the fabric between us. Both hands reached around to run up and down my chest and abdomen. She pushed her hips forward, pressing her mound into my buttocks until my erection was rasping against the rough wood. 

"Stay there!" I froze as she stepped back. 

There was a light smack on my ass, followed by a series of heavier ones. As the spanking rocked me forward, my swollen flesh rubbed against the wall. The feeling was an agonizing combination of stimulation and discomfort. Soon my knotted calves were burning with the strain of standing on my toes while absorbing the shock of the punishment. I began to swing my hips back toward her in an attempt to anticipate each blow and put a little space between myself and the wall. She laughed, amused at my lewd, involuntary dance. The surge of humiliation as I realized not only what she was laughing at but also that the spectacle was being witnessed by some strange man only made me harder. I tried to stop moving my hips and was successful for several strokes until the discomfort was so great that my embarrassment didn't seem to matter any more. When she finally stopped my ass was on fire and my legs were shaking with the strain of my position. She ran her soft hands around my quivering hips and stroked my hard, slippery cock. It was leaking copiously, over-stimulated by the battering it had received. She was squeezing me gently as she pressed herself rhythmically against my buttocks again, encouraging me to fuck her hands. Even though my leg muscles shrieked in protest I couldn't resist that warm flesh. My body pumped at her automatically, all rational thought gone. Soon she let go of me, laughing as I desperately thrust at empty space.

I felt her body move away.

"Down,...and turn around. Patrick, place him against the wall, please, and secure him"

It was such a relief to be off my toes and have my chin off of the cleat that I momentarily forgot my disappointment. I staggered around to face the center of the room. Strong hands forcibly shoved me back against the wall; heavier footsteps retreated out of the room and into the hall. The door of the milking stall at my back creaked open and I heard clicking noises as something was rummaged about. 

"Arms up! Hold them straight out to the sides, like this." She was back again, lifting my arms out to my sides. The tips of her now-naked breasts whispered over my chest. I fought the urge to groan out loud with frustration. Something was being passed through the gaps between the slats which separated the two rooms. Abruptly, one of my wrists was cinched tight by something strong and springy; moments later the second wrist was, too. In less than two minutes I was bound securely at the wrists and ankles to the wooden partition wall.

There was a tug at the blindfold and I was blinking away the sudden light.

She stepped back...let me look at her for a moment.

"Eyes down!" 

I stared at the floor, trying to burn the image of what I had seen into my memory: A dark haired woman slightly taller than I, dark eyes, no visible make-up on an attractive, confident face, well-kept body with generous curves, athletic legs of average proportion. Her age was difficult to guess. She could have been younger than I but the composure in her eyes bespoke experience.

Suddenly I felt embarrassed. Behind the blindfold there had been a comforting detachment...a sense of unreality which gave the whole encounter a dreamlike quality. Feeling awkward and foolish in front of this beautiful woman, I stared down at my erection, willing it to go away. 

She was amused by my obvious discomfort. She stepped close again and ran her hands over my body. Her breasts pressed hard against me and I forgot my embarrassment as I felt myself rubbing her softest place. Although she kept a small triangle of hair above her sex, she was bare and smooth below. My hips began to move again, drawn irresistibly to her heat. She teased, allowing me to slide along her wet folds and then moving lightly away before beginning again. This continued until I found myself on the verge of orgasm. 

She stopped and stepped away.

"Eyes up! I want you to watch this carefully...Patrick! Come Here!"

A tall figure entered and began to calmly disrobe. He had dark, medium length hair and blue eyes which stood out in contrast to his angular, deeply tanned face. His lean, muscular body was dark-skinned without an extra ounce of fat on it. The large, thick cock dangling between his legs looked to be the same size soft as my straining erection.

"Patrick is my servant. He attends my needs and assists me with my playthings. As my toy, you will obey him in all things as you would me."

She turned and bent over, taking him in her mouth as she brushed maddeningly against me with her buttocks.

He stood impassively, expressionless as she worked on his growing erection. Finally she stepped away, drawing Patrick with her by the hand to the bench in the center of the room. She lay down on it and spread her legs to either side as he straddled the bench. Crouching down, he gathered her legs in his arms and placed her calves gently on his shoulders. She took him in her hands, softly rubbing the the massive head of his cock against her mound as she turned her head and looked into my eyes.

"Watch."

As she spoke Patrick slid forward, slowly burying himself inside her. Her eyes were wide, still focussed on mine and her mouth made a silent O. Her wet lips clung to him as he slowly withdrew and then plunged inside again. She began to moan softly. He was picking up speed, thrusting into her with a corkscrewing motion as she bucked her hips to meet him. I stared, transfixed at the erotic spectacle. I was vaguely aware of a burning pain in the ligaments of my arms and shoulders as I fought against the restraints that bound me to the wood. I had little chance of freeing myself and even less of an idea what I would have done had I been successful. 

The wooden bench was scraping rhythmically against the floor. Her hands floated across his hips and buttocks, smoothly regulating the tempo of her pleasure as he worked tirelessly. Her eyes, never leaving mine, grew wider still and she convulsed as she reached her peak. She shivered and stretched like a cat beneath Patrick, who was still pumping away mechanically. 

"Patrick, stop." 

He stopped immediately and withdrew, rock hard and glistening with her juices. If he was chagrined by her disregard for his pleasure he gave no sign. Instead, he stood to the side and offered her his hand as she slowly got to her feet.

"Let him down, please. I want him on his knees."

She looked directly at me.

"Eyes down! Your lesson is over."

I dropped my eyes to the floor again. Patrick was rustling about in the stall behind me.

I could smell the musk of her as she approached. Her hands were teasing over my body again, making me shake uncontrollably with the power of my pent up emotions. 

"You take instructions well and you appear eager to serve. Your body is lean and fit, you will keep it that way. A little lacking, perhaps, in the cock department", I shuddered as her nails scraped gently across my straining flesh, "but I have Patrick for that. You will amuse me in other ways."

Suddenly my left arm was free and then my right.

"You will not come unless I allow it. You will not have sex unless I allow it."

My legs were free. I knelt.

Her fingers were running almost tenderly through my hair. She tilted my head back and guided my mouth to her sex. Automatically, I began to lick her swollen lips. Her hands gently steered me to her most sensitive spot. 

"You will learn to please me with your lips, tongue, and fingers until it becomes second nature. I will use you the way a woman might use a vibrator. Your only purpose will be to give me pleasure. I am your goddess and this is my altar." She ground herself against my face for emphasis.

"You will leave here and go home. I will you instructions regarding how and when you are allowed to touch yourself via email...until then you WILL NOT touch yourself for any reason. You will never speak in my presence, if you do I shall dismiss you instantly; your silence is the token of submission that I demand and I prize it highly. There will be times when you find it impossible not to make some sort of noise and that will be acceptable as long as you do not speak. You will use email to ask any questions that you have. You will learn to express yourself to me with actions, not words, that will amuse me."

She stepped away.

"Stand up, turn around, and bend over."

I complied, uncertain of what she intended. Suddenly there was the solvent smell of a permanent marker and then she was writing something on my backside.

"This is the email address at which you will contact me ", She scribbled something on my left buttock."...and this is the web mail account and password that I have set up for you to contact me with...you will use it for nothing else except our correspondence." She wrote something on the right. "This interview is concluded, go home."

With that she turned on her heel and left.



The Interview



For Sam, there was something slightly intimidating about large corporations. Perhaps it was the vast, open spaces of marble and brass elevators, the enormous windows overlooking from the 17th story an immaculate plaza below. Perhaps it was the power suits, and the executives downing an egg roll as they listened intently to their messages on cell phones like looked more like laptops. For a boy from Boise, Idaho, this was as alien as Mars. 

There was something also thrilling about the prospect that he might become part of this word, that he would be like an eagle in a nest, overlooking the entire skyline of Manhattan.

But first he had to get this job.

And to do this he had to pass the interview.

Sam was sweating as the elevator climbed and climbed passing floors eight, then nine, then ten . . all the way to the 17th floor. He was alone. He studied his black Italian-made shoes, looking for an imperfection in his recent polishing. He felt like he was in a costume, his blue suit just not fitting quite right; it had been the suit he wore for his best friend's wedding. Sam had put on at least ten pounds since then. Would they notice? The person giving the interview? Would she notice?

He looked down now at his appointment card: it said simply, "Theresa Golapenis" 4 p.m., room #1757." He could feel his armpits become humid as he thought about his interview. It actually felt a lot more like an execution.

The elevator opened, and he blindly walked out, like he was being ejected from a machine. He turned right quickly, just because he wanted to appear that he knew exactly where he was going, even though he didn't. It didn't take long for someone to catch on.

"Can I help you?" a woman behind a hexagon-shaped mahogany desk said.

"Um . . I'm here for an interview . . room . . ," He looked down at his appointment card. "Room 1757." 

"I'll buzz you in." The woman smiled as though she was earning $100 just for that perfected smile technique. There was just absolutely no way to tell if she was being genuine or fake. 

He walked through glass doors imprinted with the company logo, like a watermark, and was told to follow a hall down to room 1757 . . and that Ms. Golapenis would be waiting." He did as he was told and moved quickly, since his watch just turned 4 p.m. He felt beads of sweat grow under his arms, as he remembered his father's words, "No one is ever on time. One is either early, or one is late." He definitely wasn't early, so that meant . . . 

"Are you Sam Anderson?" a voice immediately said, as soon as he walked through the door of room 1757.

"Yes."

"I'm Theresa Golapenis. Please sit."

He did as he was told, and his armpits now felt wet—not just moist—but wet. He wondered if he should have walked up to shake her hand. He already felt that he blew the part about eye contact, and a firm handshake. This wasn't going well.

"So why do you want to work for Fidelity?"

Okay, this was good; he had completely prepared for this question. His answer would be in three parts. The first related to the prestige of Fidelity as a company; the second related to the idea of challenge, that he enjoyed challenges the position would bring; the third point . . .

As his brain was racing to collect and order his thoughts, he noticed that Theresa Golapenis had uncrossed her legs . . and -- there is no way he could be seeing this -- he saw what looked like -- of course he knew it must just be a shadow, but there was . . texture . . hair? His mind was playing tricks . . and his heart pounded like he had just gulped four shots of espresso. What was that third point?

"Mr. Anderson?"

"Yes: well there are two . . no three reasons I feel Fidelity is . . "

Theresa Golapenis was looking at him sternly now with a clipboard and pen ready, and she leaned back in her chair, as if preparing to write down his response. As she did so, her knees widened, and what he thought was shadow clearly wasn't. He bounced his eyes away so she wouldn't notice, but he flipped them back one more time just to be sure.

Beneath her navy blue short skirt, he saw, clearly this time, a fluffy patch of pubic hair with a tan slit running from the center of the patch to the bottom. His heart began to pound like a base drum, and he moved his eyes to the ceiling, pretending he was deep in thought.

"Mr. Anderson . . you said there were three reasons?"

"Yes."

Now he was being rude, because he wasn't making eye contact. Had he really seen what he thought he had seen? Was he just truly, truly nervous—beyond any nervousness he had ever experienced? Focus on the question. Focus on the question. Focus on your answer now. You know this. Three points. You went over and over this last night a million times.

As he still gazed at the ceiling, her cunt opened in his imagination so that there was now a space between the tan lips, a dark space that led into the depths of her being.

Focus on my answer.

He returned his eyes to hers, locking them, thinking that if she can't see his eyes move, she won't know what he's thinking about.

Her cunt.

"Fidelity is one of the most prestigious companies to work for . . "

Her cunt -- wet now.

"It's always been a top leader in the S&P 500 . . I read a recent Forbes article . . . "

Her cunt was more visible now, as Theresa leaned back further in her chair writing on her clipboard, then looking through her black-rimmed glasses back at him.

How can she not know? Why did she not wear . .? 

"Is something wrong Mr. Anderson?"

"No. No. No. No." He realized he just said "no" four times in a row.

"Fidelity also would provide a great challenge . . "

"A challenge?"

"Yes."

"What kind of challenge?"

Her cunt was visibly wet now. He could see white sparkles like someone has thrown glitter on it. The tan slit was now pink and bulging, contrasting against the dark, curly, puffy hair. He wasn't sure, but he felt he was smelling it . . like wet grass . . or pencil shavings . . like moist earth after a rainstorm, and he wanted to put his hands into that soft ground, feeling his fingers sink into the wet earth. His cock was starting to grow and grow quickly, pushing against his pants. His cock was pointed down, so the pressure was unbearable, yet he kept telling his eyeballs to stay fixed, stay fixed on her eyes. If he looked down, or look at that beautiful wet pussy, she would know. He would lose everything. Everything he went to Swathmore for . . his father's high expectation . . this moment . . this interview was his life. 

"Mr. Anderson. What kind of challenge?"

He could feel his cock start to leak cum, and he could picture a wet spot growing on his dark blue pants. But he remained fixed, locked on her eyes. 

He couldn't answer. He was breathing too hard. He just kept looking directly into her eyes. But what he was really seeing was that her cunt seemed to be breathing, wanting him, opening for him, telling him to come inside, and be buried deep within it for a long, long time. 

He couldn't bear it anymore. 

He was silent and looking at her and breathing audibly.

"What kind of challenge?" she said again—staring at him. 

It was too much. He unzipped his pants, then undid the hook, pulled his boxers down, letting his 7 inch erect cock bounce freely like a Jack in the Box into fresh air.

Theresa did not move. She simply put her clipboard down and starred an his manliness.

"Impressive," she said but still professionally.

"Thank you," he said, also professionally.

"Is that your third point?" she asked.

"Yes, this is my third point," he said now for the first time looking down at his red, hard, throbbing cock, with bobbed like a floating buoy in the sea of the empty office space.

"I think that is by far, your most interesting point."

"Thank you."

"Do you mind if I examine that point a littler further?"

"Please."

"Come a little closer then."

He walked awkwardly toward her chair, with his pants starting to fall down. His hard cock was now like a statue pointing off the bow of a ship with a course straight ahead for her face. He almost feared poking her, as he felt he cock continue to expand and grow." The purple head of his penis now was within inches of her lips, and she took it in her hand like grabbing a microphone. She looked it over, seeing the bluish veins running throughout the shaft.'

"Impressive," she said again, as she began to lick the shaft, then the head, then plopping his entire member into her mouth and sucking deep. He was worried he would cum too soon, especially when she began to lightly massage his balls with her other hand, running her long manicured fingernails all over his sac. As he closed his eyes, he could only picture one thing—the same thing he had seen moments after the interview started.

Her beautiful, wet, hairy pussy, that glimmered like a treasure beneath her professional skirt. She must have read his mind, because she took her mouth off his cock, and, still holding his cock in one hand, guided him to his knees. She then let go off his cock, and leaned back in her leather chair, spreading her legs for him. 

Now, he knew he could smell it. The wet earth after a rain. It was there before him, her labia pulsating like an underwater sea creature. It was magnificent and exotic, like magical creature out of a fairytale book. It seemed to talk to him: "please taste me. I want your tongue inside me. I want you to open me with your fingers and lick me gently. I want you to tease me now with your tongue and move it side to side, now up and down." All he had to do was listen, and this magical creature would guide him. He could hear deep moaning, saying, "don't stop. Stay close to me. Keep your tongue inside me a little longer." This was the magical creature talking or sending thoughts into his mind. The magical creature of her cunt. He spread her lips wider to let his tongue inside as deep as it would go, and her gorgeous pussy kept telling him to lick, lick, lick. It began to tremble, her labia vibrating now, then pulsing in a building rhythm. A gush of fluid eased itself from deep within, and now her pussy said, "thank you" to him. But it wanted more.

Her pussy was so wet now, he glided his steel into her like she was melted butter, and he sank his cock deep to the very base of its shaft. He felt he was so far in her that the head of his cock must be near her heart. She tilted her head back, and thrusted her hips against his, so he slid even further inside. They were one organism now. And he began to fuck her.

Each thrust took him deeper into her center, her core. She now looked at him, throwing her glasses on the floor. Their eyes locked like magnets and he fucked her again and again. She moved her mouth silently, saying "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Her teeth were clenched in an expression with her lips flexed, almost like a horse's mouth. But she was beautiful in her intensity. Her eyes shot with fire, saying to his eyes, "I love it when you fuck me like this. Keep going. Keep going. Keep going."

He knew he had to cum soon. He was about to explode. He felt like he was falling into her cunt, like he was burying himself alive. He was sinking deeper and deeper into this moist hole, but God it felt so fucking good, he didn't care if he buried himself alive, and never came out again, that her pussy completely swallowed every inch of him, and that he stayed inside it forever. He kept falling, falling, until he decided to let go and just let her cunt swallow him like a snake's mouth eating its prey.

Her cunt did swallow him and he thought he was cuming inside her, releasing his warm fluid like firing cannonballs. Each fire cannonball brought him even deeper, like he was cock burrowing like a small animal inside a hole. He knew he was soon about to release streams of warm liquid, and he suddenly panicked pulling his cock out. Her pussy was wide open and the motion created a vacuum with air rushing in. He looked down at that beautiful pussy, the very same pussy that started this, the hairy pussy with exposed lips he saw underneath her skirt, and he finally released. He had held it back for this long.

Streams of milky liquid fired and landed on her neck and blue jacket. She quickly undid her shirt, letting her D sized breasts fall over her shirt, and the rest of his sperm covered her luscious breasts like a Jackson Pollock painting, done with white against a skin-colored canvas. He kept shooting sperm now, like out of a paint gun, as though there was an unlimited supply. She rubbed his cum all over her nipples and breasts, and she moved one hand down to her pussy to massage it since it had been abandoned. 

They both lay in the chair like shipwrecked castaways, breathing deeply, recovering from their ecstasy. Not a word was spoken, as they both eventually rebuttoned. He almost stumbled backwards into his chair—the interview chair. And she regained her pose, grabbing the clipboard, crossing her legs, putting her glasses back on. She gave a relaxed smile now.

"Impressive. That's all I needed. We'll be contacting you soon."



The Interview



Since I sold my business I have been very comfortably off and my domestic arrangements really could not be better. I have had the odd moment of boredom, but life seemed pretty good free of the stresses of running a large enterprise and having enough money to live my life as I pleased. But then, one day my old personal assistant from the firm that I had sold turned up at house and asked if she could speak to me.

We went into my den and she almost immediately broke down in tears. She said that she was desperately unhappy. She could not cope with working for an impersonal big corporation. She had been used to dealing with all of my requirements for many years and now she was just treated like some completely anonymous employee number with tedious repetitive and apparently meaningless tasks. There was no individual that she was personally responsible to and she felt that nobody would notice whether she was there or not. She would have left, but living alone she had to have a job and the only reason that she had the salary that she did was because I had insisted on it when I sold the business. She had no chance of getting a job anywhere else that could maintain her house, mortgage and the support that she gave to the education of her sister's children.

April begged me to give her a job. She was absolutely desperate to get away from the new corporation and there was nowhere at all that she could find to go. No job meant destitution, the loss of her home and, worst of all, the loss of respect from the family that she had been doing so much to support.

I was distraught. April had been an invaluable support to me for years and I thought that I had done everything I needed to ensure that she was OK She was so desperate that she shocked me. She was obviously at the end of her tether so I told her that I would think about things I contact her in a few days. I did not have any job to offer, but I couldn't just leave April to her misery.

Like most bosses with a personal assistant I had sometimes used April for more than the requirements of my business. We sometimes had to travel and would spend a night in an hotel. On several occasions I had called her to my room to work. A few times, when we had finished with the business, I had her suck me off before I settled down to bed. It was a lot better than relieving myself by hand and April didn't seem to mind at all. When a woman lets you come in her mouth and then swallows, you can be pretty sure that she is happy to have your dick in her mouth. At one important business exhibition we ran out of the little free gifts that we give away. Silly as it may seem, we get quite a lot of clients because of those gifts and I was annoyed that April had failed to stock up with enough of them. At the end of the day I told her to get up to my room and prepare herself for a spanking. Although that was what I wanted to do, I hadn't really quite meant it. I was actually going to give her a good telling off. 

When I got up to the room, April was standing outside with her eyes cast down to the floor and tear stained cheeks. She said 'sorry Sir' as I unlocked the door. When I walked in she quickly followed and said 'where would you like me?'. It was obvious that she was expecting a proper spanking so I told her to kneel beside the bed and bend forward. To my enormous surprise, she did that immediately and then reached back to flip up her skirt and lower her panties. The last thing I expected when I said I was going to spank her was to be presented with a bare ass to do it and I really liked the look of it. I placed one hand on her back and gave her about eight good, hard smacks with my hand. Her buttocks reddened brilliantly, but she never uttered a sound or wriggled at all. Encouraged by this, I said 'OK now that you have had a bit of a warm up here comes your punishment. Are you ready? She said 'yes Sir' again as I undid my belt. I gave her ten good, hard thwacks right across both cheeks with my leather belt. After about five or six she was squirming and crying, her ass was ridged with livid welts and with the last two strokes she farted as her muscles convulsed with the impact.

When I was finished I sat on the bed, cradled her head in my hands and kissed her. She said 'thank you Sir' and nestled her head into my lap where my prick was as stiff as a ramrod. As soon as she felt it, she turned her face in to it, kissing and nestling through my trousers. My belt was already off so I quickly unbuttoned the waistband, unzipped my fly and pushed the clothing out of the way. The passionate sucking and licking from her hot mouth had me throbbing within a minute or two and I thrust my full length into her throat before cumming a huge load into her stomach. She kept me in her mouth until I had softened completely when she licked me clean before letting my cock slip from her mouth.

I thought of all this after her visit to my house and the appeal of renewing a relationship with April grew on me. Three days after she visited, I called unannounced at April's apartment. She was obviously unprepared, but her face lit up when she saw that it was me at the door and I could tell that she was very anxious to see me. She said that she was sorry, but she wasn't really ready for visitors although of course I was very welcome. I told her not to worry whether she was ready or not. Did she want me to come in or should I go away. She begged me to come in and as I did so she asked me whether I would like a drink or something to eat. I declined these offers and instructed her to sit down. As soon as she had done so I told her that I had no job to offer her, but because of my regard for her and her past service I was prepared to accept her services as a slave if she was willing to agree to that immediately without any knowledge of what I would require.

I told her that I would take responsibility for her financial needs and, if she accepted, she would have to serve me in any way I chose and punish her whenever and however I saw fit.

Without a moment's hesitation she said 'yes Sir. Please make me your slave.'

I told her to remember the commitment she was making. She must serve me in ANY way I wanted and I would punish her however I wanted. She had no right to refuse anything. 

She said 'yes Sir. I understand. Please make me your slave.'

'Very well' I replied. 'In future you will refer to me only as Master. Remove all your clothing and kneel before me.' 'Yes Master' she replied and hurriedly started taking off her clothes. I watched her carefully as she disrobed.

She knelt before me looking up hopefully. I told her to put her eyes to my crotch which was to be the focus of her service in future. I instructed her to hand in her notice to her employers and prepare for her new life by removing the bush of pubic hair that she was sporting. In future she must keep herself fully naked for my attention. She was to present herself naked before my desk at precisely 9am. a week on Monday after she had worked out her notice with her present employer. To remind her of her new role until that time came I went and collected a wooden spoon from her kitchen. I grasped her right nipple, pulled her breast out, and smacked it hard with the back of the spoon. She yelped and a bright red mark swelled up on the tit immediately. I took the other nipple in the same way and did the same to the other breast. As tears welled up in her eyes from the pain in her tits I dropped my trousers and underpants and turned my back to her. I instructed April to part my buttocks and push her tongue into my asshole. She did as she was told without hesitation and I explained to her that her future life would be devoted to licking my ass either literally or metaphorically for the whole of her time. She uttered a muffled 'yes Master' as she worked her tongue into me for all she was worth. I let her carry on licking and probing for at least ten minutes. From time to time I pulled her head harder into my ass . When I was ready, I turned round and pushed my throbbing, hard length right into her throat. She gagged a bit, but got my full length down at the second or third thrust and I shot a big load into her. I held her head tight into me until I was soft and she had licked and sucked me clean.

By the time that April presented herself, I had decided what I was going to do. Since my retirement I had an idyllic life of comparative wealth and fabulous sexual indulgence, but I had become a little bored. I decided that I would go into business again in a very small way and use the business activity to extend my sexual pleasure in the way that I had come to so enjoy.

I did a bit of research with old contacts and found that I could sell pet food and products with home delivery at a lower cost than available in the shops. I bought two vans for which I would need driver/sales people and April would build up business by telesales and leaflet distribution.

On the appointed day, April presented herself at t he front door of my house about fifteen minutes before she was required. My office is an outbuilding at my home with its own WC and locker room. You can enter the office through the main door or through the locker room. I explained to April that she would only ever be permitted to be naked in the office and that she would remove her clothing in the locker room before entering. She went off to prepare herself and when I entered at exactly nine-o-clock she was naked on her knees before my desk. I told her to stand and felt her cunt. It was perfectly smooth without any hint of stubble and it was quite wet.

There was plenty of room for both of us and I allocated her a desk with all the equipment she would need. After a brief explanation of the job and her duties, I explained that I would be taking on two people to work with us. I had already advertised on the internet for slaves with a detailed explanation of what I required.

I had thirteen replies to my advertisements. Most could be excluded quickly as cranks or lying about what they had to offer, but I corresponded with seven applicants for some days. Ultimately I reduced the possibilities to three Masters who were offering their slave for my use on terms that might be satisfactory to us all. All three men were in their fifties, white and not too dissimilar from myself. The women were very different.

The first was a very attractive blonde aged twenty two. She was what might be described as a trophy wife who had gone on a spending spree with his money and caused him quite a lot of unhappiness with immature and provocative behaviour until she was arrested for being drunk and abusive in the street after being thrown out of a club because of her behaviour. She was terrified of the affect a court appearance and conviction would have on her family and friends and he confronted her with the options. Either she was to submit absolutely to his control and he would sort out all of her problems or she was to get out and he would divorce her. She agreed to do whatever he said and was extremely remorseful. One of his requirements was that she would work off her debt and that was where I came in.

The second was a tiny Thai woman. She was less than five feet tall but with full breasts. She was only nineteen and she was a mail order bride who had been selected for her submissive nature and had been with her man for less than a year.

The last was probably in her late forties or early fifties. This couple had been together for more than twenty five years and she had been his totally submissive slave throughout the whole of that time. She had often been shared with his friends, but she had never worked. He had recently been made redundant from his job and was finding it hard to find new work. They had decided that she might be able to help their finances.

I had arranged for all three Masters to bring in their women at eleven. They were sent a script of what would happen during the interview and instructed to present the women naked and on a lead at the appointed time. The requirement was that I would piss in the mouth of each woman and she would be required to swallow it all. She would then lick my ass for five minutes. This would be followed by me fucking her in the ass and then throat fucking her until I came. Again she would be required to swallow. Her Master would keep her on his lead throughout. April would make notes of anything she considered relevant and then I would decide on one or two suitable slaves to take on.

When the time for the interviews came, the sight was one which I will never forget. April showed them all in and had them arranged for me when I returned at the appointed time after having a cup of coffee in the house. Three naked women on their knees beside their Masters in front of my desk and April sitting to one side with only a notepad and pen. April had provided me with a very large jug of water and a glass. I introduced myself to the Masters and asked them if they understood fully my requirements and still wished to proceed. They all agreed that they did. I wrote down the names of the three women and invited April to select one from inside a mug. The name she chose was Toya, the name given to the tiny Thai.

I drank a full tumbler of water. The last of many I had that morning and instructed Toya's Master to put her in the corner on her knees and remind her of what was going to happen next. I allowed the others to watch. I chatted generally to the men while I drank yet another glass of water and when I was ready went over to the corner where her Master told Toya to open her mouth although she was already doing so as I approached. I unzipped and pulled my underpants aside. As my dick flipped out, she adjusted the position of her head so that her mouth was very close to the end of my prick. I looked down at her lovely brown eyes while I waited for my flow to start and I smiled a little. Toya's face moved from apprehension to anticipation and then a strong stream of my piss shot into her mouth. She flinched a little, but managed to stay in position and when her mouth was full I stopped the flow for her to swallow. She got it down with no trouble and had her mouth open again in seconds. I gave her four good mouthfuls before zipping up and turning away. There was a look of sheer terror on the face of the blonde and the older woman looked thoughtful. I think that both Masters were wondering how their woman could compete with this Asian beauty.

Really looking forward to the rest of the interviews, I slipped off my lower clothing and knelt down on all fours in the middle of the room. I called Toya over and her Master led her crawling across to me. I parted my cheeks and waited for the wet tongue to touch my asshole. It was delicious. April called out the time at one minute intervals. At the call of 'two', I began to feel that Toya could work a bit harder. I said 'in further' and her Master grabbed the back of her head and pushed it firmly into may ass. That galvanised her alright. She was frantically pushing her stiffened tongue into my ass for all she was worth. I thought to myself that he must be keeping her strictly in line at home. She carried on doing a beautiful job until April called time.

She knew the next task, and knelt in the correct position on the carpet where I had indicated at the beginning. Her lovely little brown ass was presented to me and my prick was rock hard after the glorious licking that I had just enjoyed. I slipped my dick into her cunt to get a bit of lubrication and then pressed it straight into her sphincter. There was not too much resistance and with a few thrusts I was well into her. She was an excellent ass fuck. Tight enough for plenty of stimulation, but sufficiently well used to be able to take her without too much difficulty. I took hold of her hips and gave her a good, hard pounding for a few minutes until I started to feel my orgasm coming. I pulled out of her ass and called for her mouth. She started to turn round and her Master grabbed her by the hair to speed her up. He dragged her head onto my raging dick in a second or two and I took her head from him. Grabbing the back of her hair with one hand and holding her under the chin with the other, I pushed my full length down Toya's throat. She gagged violently and I drew my prick back to her mouth as she spluttered. I stayed within her lips and with tears running down her cheeks she sucked me as soon as she had controlled her cough. I gripped her hard and pressed back into her throat. She managed to take it the second time and I fucked her pretty little face for a couple of minutes before shooting my load down her throat. I held her face tight into my groin until the last drops had gone down and then I let her go.

Toya had mascara streaked down her cheeks and a look of exhausted relief that her task was over as she sat on the floor next to her Master. I had a limp dick and a bright circle of red lipstick on my pubic hair around its base. I put my clothing back in place and told everybody that I was going away for a twenty minute coffee break before the next interview. April picked out another slip of paper and it was Joan.

During my break I cleaned myself up and had plenty of water to drink as well as a cup of coffee. When I returned, Joan was ready on her knees in the corner with her Master, waiting for me to piss in her mouth. Joan was very different form Toya. Apart from being much older, and being a very pale skinned white woman, she had also been used very differently. There were large, heavy gold rings in each of her nipples and the letter 'S' was branded on the top of her left tit. As I walked towards her, opening my trousers, Joan opened her mouth and positioned herself. There was plenty in my bladder and I lost no time in emptying straight into her waiting mouth. Joan took it all without the slightest difficulty and swallowed everything without any risk of spilling a single drop.

As soon as I was finished, I took up my position for the ass licking and immediately I was in place the warm, wet tongue was up there and licking. She worked very hard at it from the first moment and she must have had a very long tongue because when she stiffened it and pushed I was feeling her getting right inside me. It was an absolutely delicious rimming that made my prick stiff again without any problem. Despite the high quality tonguing that I was getting I still decided to pull her head in a bit tighter as we got towards the end. As with Toya's Master, Joan's man took the lead from me and pushed her head hard into my ass. He carried on holding her in tight with only a couple of quick breath breaks until April called time.

When I positioned myself to fuck her ass I saw that she had the same large gold rings in her cunt lips as she had in her nipples and the 'S' brand was also on her right buttock. There were still some cane marks on the cheeks of her ass that looked as though they had been put there about a week before. I hooked her cunt rings in each of my index fingers and opened her out. The gaping, pink and glistening hole had probably been penetrated by all manner of things and pricks for well over a quarter of a century and I wondered how well it had stood up to such treatment. As before, I slipped my prick into the cunt to get a bit of lubrication and then pressed it into her ass. Unsurprisingly, I got into her with ease. She was well used to an ass fucking and accommodated me without problem. What I had not expected was that as I started to fuck her hard she worked my prick with her ass muscles. Although she was not as tight as Toya, her expertise made up for that and before very long I was being brought to my second cumming of the day by a really excellent fuck. When I pulled out and called for her mouth, Joan was round in an instant and sucked my waiting dick straight into her mouth. When I grasped her head and pushed my full length into her throat she swallowed the lot at first go. She took the face fucking as though that was the way she had a prick every day of her life and maybe it was. Quite soon I came again and I felt Joan's throat milking my dick in a similar skill that she had used with her ass.




The Interview



Delightful as this interviewing was, I couldn't get it up again without a break so I told everybody that the final interview would be in one hour after I had some lunch and a rest. I gave April £100 for her to ring a local takeaway restaurant to deliver lunch for everybody. As I sat in my den in the house with a light lunch and plenty to drink, I entertained myself by watching the monitor displaying the scene from my camera in the interview room. The two women I had already had discussed the experience animatedly with their Masters and each other while Chantelle looked very anxious and paced around the room whenever she was not yanked back to his side by her Master. Chantelle only picked at her food, but the others all ate enthusiastically. Joan's rings and marks were carefully examined and the interest of the men probably caused a bit of concern to Toya and Chantelle. Joan's Master got out two short straps with clips attached to each end and showed them how he made her bend double for her ass to be punished. He clipped her nipple rings to her cunt rings so that she was standing, but bent double. He then took off his belt and gave her a really hard swipe across her ass. She jerked at the force of the impact, pulling her tits and cunt lips, but she never screamed or fell over. He then invited the other two men. To give her a stroke each and of course they did. On the third stroke, Joan had to clasp her arms behind her legs to prevent the reaction from the pain causing her to pull too hard on her rings. When it was over, he unclipped her and her ass was glowing brilliantly red with raised welts that looked very sore. He fondled her hot ass a bit and then made her suck him off.

At the end of the hour I returned and Chantelle's Master bundled her into the corner. She opened her mouth as I lobbed my prick out in her face and I gave her a mouthful fairly quickly. She hesitated for a few seconds and then tried to swallow, but she spluttered and coughed. At least half of the piss spurted out of her mouth and some even splashed onto my trousers. Her Master slapped her tit with the end of her leash and grabbed her hair pulling her head back into place. Once she had got her mouth open I gave her another mouthful. Again she hesitated before swallowing, but this time she got it down. As if she though it was over, she did not open her mouth again until her Master told her to and I had to hold my flow for longer than I wanted. Eventually I gave her six mouthfuls, more than the other two had taken and she swallowed the lot apart from the disaster with the first.

When I was finished I got into place for my ass lick. There was a bit of a delay before I felt the little tongue tip flicking around my asshole. It was nice as always, but she was not getting stuck right in as I wanted and after the first few little licks she started to run her tongue around the edge instead of getting in. Within thirty seconds of the start I already felt the need to pull her head into my ass, but instead of this giving her the hint that it should she closed her mouth and all I could feel was the hot breath coming from her flattened nose. I told her Master that he must get this tongue working or the interview was over. He yanked her face away, gave her two hard swipes on the tits with the lead and thrust her face back in saying 'lick for your life bitch'. From then I got a good tonguing, but it lacked the skill demonstrated by Toya and Joan. By the time April called time Chantelle was flagging again. Despite the inadequacies I had enough stimulation to get it up again. Chantelle was put in position and I pushed straight into her ass without lubrication. It was obvious that she had been fucked in the ass, but she was still tight and fairly dry so she was hurting as I got in. This was what I needed to keep up my interest for my third fuck of the day and I gave it to her good and hard. She squealed as I got my full length into her asshole and wriggled very attractively in response to my pounding. At this stage in proceedings my prick was a bit de-sensitised and I fucked her ass for a full fifteen minutes before I started to fell like I might be getting close to cumming. When I pulled out and called for her mouth, she turned, but as I went to put it in she turned her face away again. I stabbed the stupid bitch in the cheek before grabbing her hair, forcing her face back in line and telling her to get her mouth open. When I probed her throat, she gagged hard and coughed me out. This was really too much for my dick and I started to soften so that I slipped out of her mouth. Instead of taking me back in and working to get it hard again, she just looked stupidly up at me. I called to April who dropped her pad, slipped across to me on her knees and took me straight in her mouth. Within a few seconds of expert sucking and licking she had me up again and I gave her a brief throat fucking before cumming into her.

I did not need to refer to April's notes and there was not really much need for thought. Chantelle did not meet my needs, but could I choose between the appealing beauty of Toya and the fascinating skill and experience of Joan. Throughout the day I had noticed April's fascinated looks at Joan's rings and brandings. I think that April has some fascination for pain and maybe she wants to experience some of this herself. She showed no interest at all in Toya. When I told her that I was considering taking on both of them she said that perhaps Toya's limited English might limit her usefulness. The real reason for her comments, I suspect, were that she did not want a very pretty younger woman serving me. That decided it. I told the Masters of Toya and Joan that I would take their women as slaves.

Of course a slave does not get a salary, but this was a commercial relationship. I had agreed in advance by e-mail that for whoever I accepted, I would make a payment to the Master of £400 for each week of satisfactory service provided by the slave. Any failure to serve to my complete satisfaction in any way at all would result in a reduction in this sum at my absolute discretion. Unsurprisingly, the two Masters immediately accepted the terms and agreed to deliver my new slaves the following morning to receive their training and begin to serve. Not only did Chantelle's Master feel very angry at his failure to get the income that he wanted very much, he was embarrassed and humiliated by the failure of his slave to fulfil the requirements that he had presented her for. He handed me her lead and asked me if I would please hold her while he went to his car. Within a few moments he had returned with a cane in his hand. Taking Chantelle back from me he roughly bent her over my desk and began giving her buttocks a severe caning. After about a dozen strokes that had Chantelle screaming and writhing, her ass was covered in livid stripes. Grabbing her by the hair, he stood her up and gave her another half dozen hard strokes from her tits and down her belly. As her knees buckled, he put her on her back, spread her legs and gave her cunt a final three strokes with his belt. With that done, he shook my hand, pulled Chantelle to her feet and dragged her crying and naked to his car.

The interviews were satisfactorily completed.



The Interview



The secretary led me into the office and shut the door behind me. I looked around, my interviewer hadn't arrived yet. I felt anxious and unprepared. If I had known they weren't going to be here on time, I would have had more time to get ready this morning. Instead of ironing my nice black shirt, I had stuffed myself into this way too small blouse. I could hardly button it over my breasts it was so small, and there was a considerable amount of cleavage showing. But oh well, I couldn't go back in time and fix it. At least I managed to get a decent shower and shave before realizing I was going to be late if I didn't hurry.

A throat cleared behind me, taking me abruptly out of my thoughts. I jumped and immediately felt myself flush. What was I, a little school girl for being so frightened? I didn't hear the boss enter, too caught up in my own thoughts. Shit. I wanted to make a good impression, but instead I appeared exactly as I felt: unprepared. I turned around and stared open mouthed at the most gorgeous woman I had ever met. Models and movie stars paled beside her. She had auburn hair, olive skin, long legs, and a figure to kill for. I could feel myself starting to get wet and felt my face flush even more. Get a grip on yourself Alli, I thought, this is a job interview not a porn set!

The woman raised her eyebrows, and gestured at me to sit. The only seats available were a low leather couch, and an executive chair behind a blackwood desk. Obviously, I sat on the couch. She pulled the chair out from behind the desk and brought I closer to me. So, she wanted to keep this casual. As she seated herself on the chair, I found my eyes wandering to the juncture between her legs. Perfect legs. She cleared her throat again and my eyes snapped up to her face. She had stunning green eyes and I felt my desire mount. Then she spoke,

"You have a very impressive résumé Alli, but of course an interview is needed to determine whether you have the right temperament for this position." She had a lovely voice; soft, low, and musical. It made my pulse race and spine tingle, and I could feel a warm throb between my thighs. She was a very cold professional, this woman, but how I desired her.

"To be successful, you must pass a series of tests." She had set down the papers in her hands and started toying with a strand of her hair.

"The first test is a test of ambition. How much do you want this job?" Not as much as I want you. I almost said it out loud, but instead replied,

"I feel that I am very qualified for the role, and am confident I can handle anything given to me. I want this very much." She smiled at me and adjusted her shirt, unbuttoning it just a little to expose the tops of her breasts. It made me want to see more, to feel her nipples stiffen between my fingers. She must want to make me feel more comfortable, that's all. I couldn't let my imagination stray from me at a time like this. I've always had a problem focusing on the present when such an alluring woman was in my presence. She got up and walked to me.

"The second test is a test of pressure. How much can you take before you crack?" As I was searching for a reply, she straddled my lap, her skirt was pulled up and exposing her thighs. There were straps holding her stockings up, and a black satin thong. Her breasts were in my face, and I could feel my nipples harden in response. I didn't know what to do, but at that moment all thoughts left my mind. Both of her hands were cupping my breasts, thumbs rubbing the nipples shyly poking through my shirt. She leant over and kissed me, her curly hair tickling my face. I returned the kiss with ardor I wanted her, that was all I knew.

"The third is a test of performance, how well will you do?" She said, a little breathless. She reached over and pulled my hair down from my bun, and thick chestnut locks cascaded down my back. I knew this was my chance. I started unbuttoning her blouse, finding it difficult with such shaky hands. In the end, I just ripped it open revealing a matching black satin bra. I unhooked the front clasp with ease, and her heavy breasts came spilling out to be greeted by my hands. I massaged them, teasing her nipples. They stiffened to my coaxing touch. Her fingers were entwined with my hair, and she pulled my face to her breast. I casually flicked my tongue over her large pink nipple, then taking the whole thin into my mouth as I pinched her other nipple. She gasped and arched her back, forcing more of her breast into my mouth. I licked, sucked, and nibbled greedily, making her moan. I switched to the other breast, my hand now free to roam over her belly and down to her thong where her wet pussy was waiting for me.

I could feel how warm and moist she was through the fabric. I could feel her clit pulsing with her heartbeats. I ran my finger along that ravine, pulling aside her panties and slipping a finger into her inviting aperture. She gasped and started to move back and forth, rocking on my hand. She didn't say anything again. Her skin was flushed and hot. I let my thumb massage her hard clit, moving around in little circles. I wanted to taste her, to drink up her sweet syrup.

Her kisses were soft, with her tongue flicking in and out, teasing me. I wanted more. I moved my fingers a little faster, and her breath grew faster in unison. I could feel her tightening up, ready to come, so I took my fingers out and put them in her mouth instead. I wasn't ready for her to climax just yet. I was not through with my fun. I pushed her off me and went to sit, legs wide open, in the executive chair. I wanted to be the boss now, all the benefits of authority. She got up off the floor and found me sitting in front of her, waxed and drenched pussy peeking through my lace panties.

She removed my shoes and licked my toes, making me giggle. Her hands clawed at my legs, desperate to get to me, desperate, eyes pleading for me to make her come. I shook my head and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head between my legs. She pulled my underwear off, and put her mouth over my throbbing pussy. I could not tell you where one set of lips ended and the other began. She was pure heaven this woman, and I didn't even know her name. She licked and sucked my clit, making me pant and moan. I wanted her to make me scream. She pushed two fingers inside of me, pounding in and out. My toes curled and my back arched as I tried to get this wave of pleasure under control. I didn't want to come yet, it was too good. I held onto her hair tight, and she whimpered as she licked me at the pain I was causing her. I liked being the boss. I said to her,

"I want you to lick my clit, finger fuck my pussy and asshole, all at once." I knew what I wanted, and since I was in charge, I was going to take advantage of the situation. She nodded and obeyed, slipping another two fingers from her other hand into my other orifice. I could feel wave after wave of pleasure, her fingers wiggling inside of me, her mouth warm on my clit. I could feel it mounting like a volcano ready to erupt. When I could control my body no more, I came with violent pleasure. She took her fingers out and covered me with her mouth, drinking the hot juices that came flowing forth.

It was only proper that I return the favor, and as she leaned back on the leather couch, I had an idea strike me. Grabbing the stapler off her desk, I removed all the staples inside as she was getting ready for me. Putting it behind my back, so she did not see, I knelt in front of her, eager to taste her again. I could see her wetness leaking onto the couch, and licked it up before turning my attention onto her pussy in front of me. As I started to flick her clit with my tongue, she closed her eyes and moaned. 

I continued like this for some time, until she started to move her hips in a way that suggested that she wanted more. I slammed the stapler into her, squeezing it open and shut. I could see her vagina stretching with each release of my grip, it was intoxicating to watch. I started to lick her asshole while still pushing the stapler in and out, squeezing it and releasing it. The other hand was tickling her clit, rubbing it hard back and forth, feeling heat as the friction increased. She was talking now,

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Her words got airy as her breath grew faster, in conjunction with the thrusting of the stapler and the rubbing of my fingers on her clitoris. With a shudder and a breathy moan, I could see her pussy throbbing as a gush of fluid came out from behind the stapler. I let it go, leaving it inside her and got up, buttoning my blouse and retrieving my panties from the executive chair. When I was done, she was still laying there, breathing hard, head thrown back, eyes closed, and stapler still intact. I then asked,

"So have I got the job?"

"No," she said, "but you can come back for another interview."



The Interview



I walk into the office building for an interview with a placement agency. I'm running a little late because I'm on my lunch break from the café I work at. When I get to the floor I am a little flustered, but I take a deep breath and walk in with a smile on my face.

The office assistant greets me and gets me to take a seat. After a minute a young blonde woman in a red dress escorts me into the back. We have a little small talk as we walk to her desk. I see a beautiful brunette sitting near the back watching me. I see the silver hoops in her ears shine in the light. When the blonde asks me to take a seat I am brought back to reality.

She asks for my resume so it can go into the system. We review my previous employment and she makes notes. I hear a woman clear her voice behind me. When I turn I see it is the brunette from earlier.

"May I sit in for the interview?" she asks the brunette. My mouth goes dry when I see her up close. Her white sweater hugs her breasts perfectly, revealing a little of the shoulders. I see that her black skirt has a nice slit up the back, showing off the nice legs. My eyes continue down to the black platform spiked heels with a strap around her ankle.

"Sure, Stephanie. This is Paul. He is looking for some work, he just moved to town," the blonde says. I forget her name because I am so taken with Stephanie. As we shake hands I feel a strong but subtle grip. When are hands slip away I am heartbroken to see a ring on her left ring finger.

As he shifts her wait on her chair I hear a soft moan come from her mouth. I think I must be hearing things. Our discussion goes from my employment history to my hobbies and the reason I came to town.

I watch as Stephanie's fingers linger at the neck of her top. The sweater shows her cleavage. I imagine what it would be like to spend a few hours exploring every inch of her full bosom. She shifts her weight again and this time I am certain I hear her moan. I see her nipples stiffen under her sweater. 

I have to cross my legs and slightly shift my hardening cock. The blonde gets up and excuses herself. Alone with Stephanie I feel a pearl of sweat slide down my back. When I answer a question I see her playing with her pen between her lips, like it is a little cock. Her left hand slides down her leg, pulling up the hem. My eyes move down to the exposed thigh. I can see her lacy white panties under the skirt. Believing I am again imaging this I clear my throat. 

She pushes down her skirt just as the blonde comes back in. I take the glass of water she offers me, to whet my dry throat before my voice squeaks. My hard dick fights against my pants so I shift again. Stephanie's eyes move to my crotch, then back to my eyes. I am certain she saw it because she slowly licks her lips. She takes a drink of her water, looking at me over the glass.

As the interview ends I get up to shake their hands. With a louder moan Stephanie stands up. With her heels she is close to my 6'4 height. Her grip sends me a message I am certain of. The glint in her eye seals it.

I get to the elevator and let out a breath as I settle my cock down. When I get to the lobby I run back to the café job. My boss is standing out front looking at his watch. He hands me a tub to clear the tables because we are about to get our afternoon rush. I clear the outside tables of all the glasses and plates. When I get back out to wipe them down I see a woman sitting with her back to the café. When I see her I realize it is the woman from the interview, Stephanie.

"Good afternoon, may I take your order?" I ask her.

She pulls down her dark shades, "I'll take a vodka, seven with a twist of lime."

When I bring her my drink she asks me where the restrooms are. I escort her to the back and show her. I turn to go but she grabs me by the wrist, pulling me close. "I've been thinking of you the whole time I was walking here. Watching your cock stiffen just by my looking at you got me to thinking I should help relieve it."

She rubs her right hand over the front of my pants as she nibbles my left ear. "I want you to eat my wet pussy. It is juicing for your tongue."

She pulls me into the ladies room and locks the door. Our mouths mesh into a kiss. My hands move to her ass, lifting her skirt. My hands peel down her wet lace thong down so I can see her wet snatch. I bring the wet panties to my face and inhale her scent. My right hand slide up her inner right thigh as I kiss up her left leg. She gets up onto the counter so I can dive into her pussy. 

Her lips slip open as I run 2 fingers along her slit. The small tuft of hair above her clit and shaved lips tell me she is a woman of pleasure. I look up into her eyes as I lay my tongue flat over her clit and drag it slowly. My fingers slide into her wet cunt, making her catch her breath. She has her sweater up and is tugging at her hard nipples. I see the dark skin through the lace bra. 

Her left hand grabs the back of my head keeping my mouth on her clit. I watch her bring her full left tit to her mouth so she can suck on the hard nipple. Her teeth graze over the nipple, teasing it a bit. My fingers hook forward to her g-spot , rubbing it as I start to suckle her clit. 

"You see that little string coming from my ass. It is anal beads. Lightly tug them out, one by one as you eat my wet pussy baby!" she commands me.

I ease the first one out, making her moan. My tongue swirls over her clit as the second bead slips out. Watching her asshole stretch for each bead is erotic. I taste a little of the cherry flavoured lube she used to get those into her cunt. 

I slide one back in, making her grip onto the edge of the counter. It slides back out as her pussy starts to quiver on my tongue. She pulls my face deep into her tat, lifting her right leg over my left shoulder. I get the beads all the way out and let my tongue dip into her ass. I get a third finger pumping into her as my thumb rubs fast over her hard clit. 

My fingers get gripped by her cunt like a vice as her orgasm hits her. My tongue licks up her sweetness as she creams all over. After she catches her breath she stands up and pulls me up to kiss. Her tongue licks the last of her juices off my face. She looks into the mirror and straightens her clothes. Grabbing her wet panties she puts them into her purse.

We leave the restroom and who is standing there but my boss. 

"You're fired!" he screams at me. I grab my stuff from the back room and storm out. 

Waiting for me out front is Stephanie. "Sorry about that. Her is something to remember me by," she says handing me her wet thing. "If you want more meet me at the bar across from my office at 5:15."

I watch her walk away, wiggling her hips. Bringing the panties to my face I inhale her sweetness again. I set my watch for 5:00, because I don't want to be late. My mind flashes back to the ring, thinking that this is just a fling for a horny married woman.

Walking around in a bit of a haze I walk into a sex shop. I look at all the little, and big toys, imaging what I could get her. I see the rabbit, but think a woman like that would have one. I laugh at the fuzzy handcuffs, to juvenile. I go back to the vibe section and pick up a little lipstick sized pocket rocket.

I take it up to the cash area and pay for it. I go back to my place and jerk off, remembering what had gone on. I drape her panties over my face as I start to stroke. I tug on my left nipple as my right hand slides along my length. My thumb rubs over the head as I breathe in her essence .As I got nearer to shooting my load I clicked on the vibrator and ran it over my ball sac. I moan loudly as I squirt onto my stomach.

I get up to clean myself off. Jumping into the shower I wash my load off my body. I grab my razor and shave my nuts clean. I make sure my whole sac, ass crack and shaft are hairless. I stroke myself a little but stop before I forget what time it is. 

Getting ready I spray some Davidoff Cool Water cologne on then get into my black boxer briefs, blue jeans, and blue/white patterned sport shirt. I slip on my shoes and head out. My timer goes off when I get to the corner across from the bar. I go in and head to the washroom to wash my face, cooling down. I order a vodka, seven and twist of lime and sip it as I look for a chair with a good view of the door. 

At 5:15 I look up and see her walk in. She looks anxious as she walks to my table. I get round of drinks for us as we small talk. "I might have a job for you. It is in a menswear store about 3 blocks from here. The manager is an old friend. You're interview is at 10:00 tomorrow morning, so I have you all night!" she says then pulls me in for a kiss. "Going commando all afternoon has made it hard to concentrate."

We get our drinks and she takes a gulp, easing some tension. "Do you want to stay here or go back and fuck me right, back at my place?" The stupidest question I have ever heard. We get to her car and she pulls me into another kiss. "I put the beads back in, wishing it was your cock."

Pulling into her driveway we rush up to her place. We bust in the door as she rips off my shirt. She pushes me onto her bed and crouches over me. She yanks off her sweater and pulls down my jeans. "I think I owe you one," she says, winking at me. 

Taking my hard cock into her hand she licks over the head, cleaning off the precum. Her hand strokes me as her tongue licks down my vein. Moving her mouth back up she takes me into her mouth. I pull back her hair so I can watch her lips slide over my length. She bounces up and down on my shaft as she cups my balls.

Letting my cock slip out of her mouth she slides her tongue down to my balls. She takes them into her mouth and sucks them softly. She continues to stroke my length as I feel her tongue juggle my balls back and forth. 

With the anticipation of this I can't hold back. She takes me back into her mouth as I shoot my cum. Swallowing every last drop she keeps her mouth sliding on my dick, keeping it hard.

She stands up to get naked, looking amazing in the light from the window. She crouches over my cock, taking it back into her hand, rubbing the head along her slit. Letting out low moans as I fill her cunt, she slides down until I'm all the way in.

I pull her to me so I can get my face in between her tits. My right hand grabs her left tit, pulling it to my mouth. I suck on the hard nipple, letting my tongue flick the end. My left hand rolls her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger as her cunt slides along my cock.

I smack her ass my right hand as she rides my dick. Rolling her hips down onto my on every down thrust I feel her clit rub against my body. She pulls her breast out of my mouth and leans in to kiss me. Our tongues entwine as her fingers lock. Her eyes look into my eyes with lust as her breathing gets shorter. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make me your cum slut!" she cries out. I feel her pussy quivering again as my balls start to tighten. "Shoot your load of hot cum into me baby!" 

We kiss as our bodies become one, riding out our mutual orgasms as one.



The Interview



Taylor avoided wearing suits whenever possible, but for the meeting tonight he was told it was expected of him. Reluctantly he'd complied, choosing his best suit, a Zegna that cost a couple thousand bucks, but he couldn't wait to get out of the thing as quickly as possible after the damn meeting. That shouldn't be a problem he thought to himself as he drove to Dylan's. He had his own key and let himself into Dylan's apartment. Dylan lay on the couch, knees bent, reading a book, and he looked up eagerly when he heard Taylor shut the front door.

"Hey," Taylor settled himself next to Dylan and leaned down for a very long-overdue hello kiss.

"Oh, I must be dreaming," Dylan said when Taylor finally let him up for air, smiling as he noticed how Taylor was dressed and recognizing the tie he was wearing, one that Dylan had bought him for some occasion or another.

"What're you talking about?" Taylor was slightly confused by the comment, but more than thankful Dylan wasn't angry that he got back so late from the meeting.

"You know, it's one of my fantasies to be bent over a desk and fucked by a hot guy in a three-thousand dollar suit," Dylan grinned playfully as he sat up, the book falling to the floor, forgotten.

"Is that so? Tell me more about this fantasy," Taylor prompted. He laughed and hoped he didn't sound too drunk, because he really wasn't, just pleasantly buzzed. And horny. Way too fucking horny, but this sounded fun. Dylan didn't just randomly start talking about his fantasies very often, and Taylor wanted to make the most of it. And do whatever he could to turn that fantasy into reality.

"I'm sitting in front of the guy's desk, like it's a job interview…" Dylan started tentatively, and a look of slight embarrassment flashed across his face. He picked up the book from the floor and set it down on the coffee table, obviously playing for time. "And, well, he asks some very inappropriate questions…" he went on, a smile slowly starting to bloom. Dylan looked directly at Taylor, no longer self-conscious. "And then does some even more inappropriate things to me."

"So, Mr. Reese, tell me why I should hire you?" Taylor asked, deciding to turn the fantasy into a game. He went over to the dining room table and sat down—there wasn't a desk so this was the next best thing. "Have a seat right here. I have a few questions for you." Taylor indicated the chair to his left, and Dylan laughed, then went and sat down.

"You're serious?" Dylan asked, before turning the chair so he was facing Taylor.

"So, are you a virgin, Mr. Reese?" Taylor ignored Dylan's question and stayed in character.

"No.

Dylan laughed. "You can call me Dylan. Mr. Reese's my dad or my grandfather."

"Lovely thought," Taylor said facetiously, trying desperately not to laugh. "So, Dylan, do you like cock? Because this position involves a lot of cock. My cock." Taylor unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants.

"I love cock," Dylan replied enthusiastically, and Taylor knew Dylan was starting to relax and enjoy their role play.

"What do you love about it?" Taylor aimed for a business-like tone, which was totally out of sync with the topic of conversation, but that made it all the more fun.

"Sucking it, for a start. I give great head," Dylan said with a smile, and Taylor was glad to see he was getting into the game.

"Now would be a good time for a demonstration of your skills." Taylor spread his legs and waited to see if Dylan would obey.

Dylan got out of his chair tentatively, and moved to kneel between Taylor's knees, looking up almost shyly from under shaggy bangs. He reached up to palm Taylor's cock through the fabric of his pants with a look of determination that made Taylor want Dylan even more. Taylor was half-hard before Dylan touched him, and with a few strokes from Dylan's skillful hand, Taylor was fully hard, and he moaned softly. Dylan unzipped Taylor's pants and pushed his boxers down to free his cock.

"You have a really beautiful cock, Mr. Acton," Dylan said with a sly grin, admiring it for a moment before bending down to lick up and down the length.

"You have a very… talented tongue," Taylor moaned and trembled as Dylan's lips and tongue caressed his cock. "I'm sure they'll get along very well."

Dylan's huge hands went around Taylor's waist, pulling him in closer. Dylan's mouth closed around the head of Taylor's cock, and he began to suck eagerly. Taylor tangled his hands in Dylan's hair while he relaxed back into the chair—not the most comfortable location for this, but he barely noticed—enjoying Dylan's skills almost too much. He remembered that he needed to get Dylan onto the desk—this was supposed to be Dylan's fantasy, not Taylor's.

With gentle tug of Dylan's hair, Taylor attempted to get Dylan's attention, but Dylan was too absorbed in his demonstration to notice. Taylor tugged a bit more forcefully, and Dylan looked up at Taylor, mischief dancing in his eyes, mouth still at work.

"This is a little unfair, don't you think?" Taylor frowned. "Let's see what you've got under the hood."

Dylan used one hand to start unbuttoning his shirt.

"Not like that," Taylor remonstrated. "Get up and give me a good view."

"Oh, yeah, okay," Dylan finally let Taylor's cock slip from his mouth, lips shiny-wet.

Dylan straightened then stood up, stepping back a few paces. Taylor could see the outline of Dylan's hard-on, and it made it him happy to see how much Dylan was enjoying this.

Slowly, Dylan began to unbutton his shirt, gazing at Taylor with a mixture of shyness and playfulness that Taylor found as arousing as the way Dylan had sucked his cock. Dylan worked out religiously, and his body was proof enough of that. Every time Taylor looked at Dylan or touched him, he realized how lucky he was to be with someone as gorgeous on the outside as well as the inside. But right now, Taylor was more grateful that not only did Dylan have an incredibly hot body, but that he liked showing it off for Taylor.

Dylan slipped his shirt off one shoulder, and Taylor just watched, enjoying the view as Dylan peeled his shirt off completely and tossed it to one side.

"Beautiful," Taylor took in the well-muscled chest and torso, thinking about running his hands over that body, licking and sucking at the brown nipples. "Lose the pants now," he added, in an authoritative tone.

Dylan bent his head as his hands went to his belt, but he looked up at Taylor with that sly smile. His fingers fumbled with the belt, taking their time while Taylor squirmed involuntarily in the chair, waiting and wanting more of the game, more of Dylan.

When Dylan had unbuckled his belt, he pulled it slowly out of the belt loops, tossing it in the direction of the discarded shirt. Taylor noticed how the heavily muscled chest made Dylan's waist look even slimmer, and how without the belt, his jeans slipped low onto his hips. God, Taylor wanted to run his fingers along those hipbones and blaze a trail with his lips down the faint trail of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. He was pretty sure Dylan knew exactly what he was doing to Taylor at this point.

Dylan unbuttoned his jeans, and as he began on the zipper, Taylor realized Dylan wasn't wearing any underwear. It made him wonder who had started the game after all, but as soon as Dylan's jeans slipped down his hips, pooling at his ankles, Taylor didn't care. Dylan was hard, his cock long and thick and dark. With one hand Dylan stroked himself, his other hand moving lower to cup his balls. Completely unaware, Taylor mirrored the motion with his own hand on his own cock.

God, he couldn't stand it anymore. Taylor's entire body was on fire. He hadn't realized that now he was still fully clothed while Dylan wasn't just naked, but on display for him, teasing him.

"Just how badly do you want this job?" Taylor nearly groaned, trying to get his mind back on the roles they were playing.

"Pretty. Fucking. Bad," Dylan drew the words out so they sounded incredibly obscene. Taylor thought he could come just from listening to Dylan's voice, and his hand tightened slightly around his cock.

"You think you can work for me, follow my directions?" Taylor asked suggestively.

"Yeah, I can … take orders from you."

"Then come here," Taylor said sharply, and Dylan complied, stepping carefully out of his jeans and walking slowly and gracefully to stand in front of Taylor, his cock practically in Taylor's face.

Taylor pushed Dylan back a few inches and stood up. His pants and underwear slipped down his hips. As he did so, his cock poked out between the shirttails. Taylor ran his hands along the soft smooth skin of Dylan's chest, enjoying the contrast with the hard muscle it concealed, letting a thumb brush against one nipple and relishing the way it made Dylan's body shudder as a tiny groan escaped Dylan's mouth. Taylor let his hands wander lower, taking a firm grasp on Dylan's cock loving the moan that Dylan couldn't contain. He stroked once, roughly.

"Well, Dylan, you have a pretty impressive cock, don't you?" 

Dylan seemed to be speechless as he looked down at Taylor's hand wrapped around him, and he just nodded.

"I'll bet with a cock like that, you're the one doing the fucking," Taylor commented, and again Dylan nodded. "So, let's see if you can follow instructions. Turn around," Taylor said, and as he let go of Dylan's cock, he took hold of one shoulder, and in one smooth move, he had Dylan bent across the dining room table.

Taylor ran his hands along Dylan's back and ass, fondling more than caressing him, appraising his anatomy like he was at a livestock auction. Beneath him, Taylor could feel Dylan shudder and groan at the slightly rough treatment, and he smiled as he thought about what he was going to do next.

"Yes, you've got a sweet ass, too, don't you? I'll bet my cock's gonna like that as much as it likes your mouth," Taylor told him in a playfully threatening tone.

"You mean you're gonna fuck me?" Dylan asked, in mock concern, or so Taylor thought.

"Are you going to tell me you won't follow instructions?" Taylor wanted to be completely sure.

"You're not gonna fuck me into this desk, hard and rough and so deep I won't forget it, are you?" Dylan's tone was hopeful.





The Interview



Taya tried to calm her nerves as she went into the room, again running her hands down the front of her gray suit to smooth it out. She hoped they could not tell how much she had been worrying the cuffs while she was waiting outside. Sure, she desperately needed the job, but it was her friend Brad giving the interview so she should not worry. While they had grown apart a little, and he had told her he thought she was a little flakey, he was a still good guy and someone she counted as a reliable friend. Plus, while she didn't know much about his organization, she did know it needed more manpower.

To her surprise it was a large conference room, with a fine oak table and deep winged chairs. It was just Brad and a red-haired girl she had met once or twice before, Laurie she remembered. Taya smoothed her suit once more, and sat down opposite them.

It didn't go well. Brad asked her leading several questions, which quickly demonstrated how little she knew about the organization. He was still, as ever, very talented at cutting to the quick. Finally he just asked her why she had approached him for the job, and she decided just to be honest and admit she needed the money -- he knew her well and had probably guessed that anyway.

"Well then, why should we engage you in employ? What do you bring to the table?"

"Come on Brad, you know me. I'm good with people -- which is something you could use -- I know at least that much." She was growing concerned, she had expected an offer and the interview was not shaping up the way she had imagined.

"Mmm that much is true, but not an entirely unique skill. Plus you have hindrances as well."

"I know I haven't always been reliable, but this would be a job-"

He snorted to let her know he only half believed her. "That's actually not to what I was referring." He paused to role a pencil back and forth over the polished table surface with his fingertips. He stared at his fingertips as he did so, but his thoughts were not there. "I meant more of your political views."

Taya did not try to hide her confusion. "But we're both liberal. And I know you wouldn't work for conservatives -- besides no way this place is."

He paused again, choosing his words. "True, but I was referring to our chief difference -- your feminism"

Taya looked over at Laurie, who was as silent as she had been the whole time. She was an inscrutable sphinx who gave Taya no hint of what was transpiring. She would have given quite a bit for that lifeline at that moment. "What do you mean? You've never seemed to mind our disagreements in the past -- and I know you have a few feminist friends."

"That's true, but I have taken care to put my imprint on this organization. You may find you'll have to do many things you don't...care for." Thankfully his seriousness seemed to have faded, bringing back his usual joking nature.

"I can deal." She gave him a big smile, one of her best smiles for getting men to do what she wanted. It did not always work the right way on Brad, but it was worth a shot. "I'm pretty desperate here. There just isn't much out there with the recession."

Brad and Laurie glanced at each other. "How desperate are you?"

Taya felt her stomach drop, there was no missing the innuendo. She knew she was attractive so had received this type of request before, although not from Brad and it was unexpected. Still it was a good question -- how desperate was she?

Brad rose and took the few steps necessary to get to her side of the table, leaning against it in casual pose, as he looked down at her still in her seat. "Bend over the table." His words cracked through her conscious as though they were whip, she had been expecting the friendly Brad she had always known.

What!?! "Brad! I can't do that!" He was silent. As was Laurie, starring impassively back at her when she glanced over. "Oh fuck." She stood and bent to put her palms on the cool table. She and Brad had been friends, flirting occasionally, but she had never let that go anywhere. She didn't have a choice now.

She heard a sound and looked to see Brad taking off his belt. He was going to fuck her right here in front of Laurie!?! But he undressed no further. Instead he wrapped one end of the belt around his hand. Oh shit. He had joked about spanking her occasionally, but she had never given it any thought -- boys are like that. "Could you please take your skirt and panties down." Taya was not sure she could do it. Her heart was racing as she fumbled with the button on her skirt. She held it up for a moment and then with a mental gulp let it fall to the floor. She had picked one with a short hemline to try to soften Brad up, but he was getting more of a look at her long tan trim legs than she had ever expected. She was glad she had worn cute panties, little lacey white ones, although she was not sure exactly why. At least if this was going to happen to her she wanted to reinforce the impression that she was hot to Brad and certainly didn't want him looking down on her for her choice of undies. They weren't hiding much, but if she could work up to the courage to take them down Brad was going to see her full ass bent over a conference table while another woman looked on. She heard a noise from Brad and realized he was amused by her indecision. Bending her knees she crouched down low to the floor in a vain attempt to hide as she jerked her little panties down and hurriedly stepped out of them. Taking a breath she stood up and put her hands back on the cool tabletop. And there she stayed, trying not to think about the overwhelming fact that Brad was staring at her totally bare ass, stuck out for his observation. She had never intended for him to see her this way, intending only to tease him for her own advantage. Now she had to wait for his pleasure with her nude ass sticking out. And he was silent. Taya was appalled to just have to quietly wait presenting herself to him. She kept her eyes down, not wanting to see Laurie watching her humiliation, let alone look back at Brad.

He gave a short, low whistle -- to let her know he approved of her ass. Taya hadn't thought it could have gotten any worse, but wiggled in embarrassment, unaware it made her bottom dance delightfully for the man behind her. She was glad her hair hung down to hide the blush in her face. The back of his hand gently grazed one of her cheeks as he felt the curve of her bum. It registered to a surprised Taya that actually felt good. She was hardly inexperienced, but despite her terror this was somehow much more erotic than anything she had ever experienced before. Bent over a conference room table before Brad to get a job while another woman was looking on... well it just seemed so very fantastical -- something out of a movie. It was the most sexually charged moment of her life. After touching her once to establish possession, Brad paused once more. The silence was killing her. Finally when she thought she was about going to scream, he unexpected kicked her stance out wider and pressed her head down, her cheek resting on the cool wood. Taya could picture how this forced her ass out and up, making a sexy little target that was up for anything. Her breath started quickening in anticipation -- the moisture of her breath fogged the shiny surface of the table.

There was no way for her to be prepared when the first blow came. A band of pain exploded across her derriere and she howled. It was blinding and she had not realized she had bolted up until he grabbed her by the hair and slapped away her hands from where they are gone to protect her heinie. His other hand pressed into the small of her back, firmly, and she compliantly bent back over. Tears flowed freely over her cheeks as she sob/hiccupped, desperately trying to regain her composure and speak. It was Brad who spoke first. "Now, now Taya. If you want this job, you must learn to behave like a proper lady and take your punishments with grace and poise, not like a five year old little girl."

The pain in her ass had started to diminish slightly, but painful tingles remained. She was scared and gulped for a breath to give her enough air to speak, "but, but-"

"There is no conversation to be had here." His loaded words left no doubt for Taya.

She remained there, bent over, still crying slightly, considering. There wasn't much to consider, for despite her dread she was out of options and desperate. She had thought she had known Brad, but this was new side of him. And she had to admit on some level she found it a little intriguing. Closing her eyes and wishing she was anywhere else but here, her lips formed the words, but she could not get them out. Finally she faintly said "okay." She wondered if it was loud enough for him to hear.

It had been. The force of the blow threw her forward. She screamed, but managed cut it short. She surprised herself with her ability to suck it up and do as he desired. As she hurried to get her blazing ass back up him the third blow hit -- the sharp crack of the leather hitting her defenseless flesh echoed in the room as she did not scream again, but gave little sob/yelp. She kept herself in position, presenting herself to him -- trembling, her ass absolutely and completely exposed to whatever Brad wanted. She didn't know how long she could take it. She had teased Brad in the past and she was regretting it now because she knew she was about pay for it in spades. The fourth blow hit a welt -- she bucked at the new pain sensation, but managed not to leave her place despite wobbly legs. Her whole body shook in humiliation, fear, and pain. She kept her head down, her long blonde hair hiding her from view as tears streamed unrestrained down her face. The vicious leather bit into her tender flesh again, she tried to wiggle away, but Brad's hand stopped her. Brad snapped the belt again and Taya jumped as he expertly hit the bottom of her cheeks. She was sobbing now, cowering submissively, bent over the table, her reddening ass lewdly exposed to whatever Brad chose to dish out.

He chose to dish out a severe lashing. Taya's ass was aglow with pain. Her will was beaten and she made no attempt to resist as the pain rained down and just prayed for it to end. Her delectable little bum hung over the edge of the table, upturned and rising out as if to invite the belt. And Brad was not shy on taking it up on its offer. She squeezed the table to ride out as best she could, crying all the while. Eventually she realized the only sound in the room was her racking sobs -- all else was silent. She struggled to regain some measure of self control as her sobs faded into hiccups and find away to look at Brad without dying of humiliation. However she was quick to learn that her ordeal was not over.

"Laurie" was all Brad said. Taya did not understand what was happening and started to rise, only to find Brad's hand on her back to still her. Then his other hand started to tease her pussy. Taya slumped as somehow her eyes were still able to produce new tears. She was humiliated, but there was nothing she could do. Brad was going to proudly claim her as his prize and she was going to take it. She kept her head down and closed her eyes. He slipped a finger in and she was surprised how small it was, then she realized it was Laurie's finger! The other girl teased the folds of her pussy, making it flower despite Taya's best intentions. Laurie pressed two fingers in and twisted them around to open her a little further as the blonde's moisture started to flow. Then the hand was gone and something larger pressed against her hot hole. 

He was having the redhead guide him in!! That realization came only moments before his cock entered her and she adjusted to his surprising girth. Thankfully Brad had not just forced himself into her, but gently stroked his head back and forth her labs and then slowly feed himself in. Very quickly however his cock was sawing in and out of her dripping cunt, stretching her and sinking in deeply in a way that she did not find unpleasant. "My goodness Taya your pussy is absolutely soaked!" Brad taunted her gleefully. Taya kept her head down in shame, willing him to hurry up so it could end. But she realized she had a much bigger problem -- she was getting turned on. She couldn't cum like this!! She would never be able to look Brad in the face!! But damn him, he knew what he was doing and was sooooo good. 

Taya could not help the gratified sigh that escaped her lips and stamped her foot at the sensations assaulting her. Nor could she hold herself completely still. His cock felt as though it was alive, twisting and turning every direction inside her tender walls, seeming to rub a million points at once. To her horror she knew there was simply no way she would be able to hold out against him. The only way she might escape the shame if she could get him to cum first. Unfortunately there was only one way to do that. But it was better than the alterative damn it! Taking a deep breath to give herself the mental strength to do this, she pushed herself back on his glorious cock, lower lip trembling as she dragged her pussy over his veiny rod. Wow, she needed to act fast. She heard him chuckle at showing her need rather than just lying there and pretending she was not enjoying it. That was bad, but not as bad as it would be if she came. That was total defeat. Working quickly to protect the few tenuous shreds of modesty she had left, she bounced against him and tried to use her muscles to work his cock. She knew how wanton she had to look to both of them, but she was out of choices. 

Arching her back, she pushed her self up onto her arms and tippy toes to display herself as best she could. Please let that be enough she thought. She would not be able to bring herself to talk dirty in this situation. Brad, the bastard, wasn't hurrying himself along and his delicious strokes were causing her pussy to flood. She clenched, she was going to cum. She *needed* to cum. Then, suddenly, thank the gods, she felt Brad's shaft jump inside her. He was alarming silent, the only noise he to escape his lips was a soft exhale. But that thought was quickly replaced as she came to. Thankfully it was a small one as he stopped thrusting. She made a soft noise and collapsed a bit, but it was at least possible he could not have been able to tell. She hoped and willed to be so. Slowly he drew out of her and her pussy felt a little empty after the stretch his rutting had given her.

"Turn around and kneel before me." Brad's voice was a little deeper than normal, a commanding tone. She was not sure she could do it. "Now Taya." Cursing herself for her weakness and worrying what else was coming she turned and knelt. She kept from looking at his face, preferring to keep her vision down to his naked muscled legs. "Clean me off." She had in no way been expecting that, for she had never done it before -- she was used to be the one making demands. But there was not much point in resisting now, they all knew he would win. She licked gingerly, but the taste was not so bad and she started to suck. "Look at me." It took everything Taya had, every bit of willpower, but she looked up at her old friend for the first time. He smiled victoriously, and Taya felt owned from tips to her little toes. "Funny how the dumb cunts always end up on their knees isn't it?" Unable to break his stare, tears slipped out of Taya's eyes, but at the press of his hand at the back of her head she sucked him in deeper. 

He pulled away when he evidently felt he was clean enough. He left Taya there cowed, halfnaked on her knees looking at the floor as he quietly redressed. He turned to Laurie as he walked out. "Give her the ground rules. And you understand what happens if she does not know them, correct?"

"Of course sir," the redhead answered stone faced and entirely professionally, but with a tiny twinge fear beneath it.

"Good." And then Taya and the other woman were alone in the conference room.



The Interview



This story was written for my dear friend, Larissa. She gave me the inspiration by sharing a naughty fantasy that she had and by showing me some special photos she took for the occasion.

*

So, I understand you're interested in getting into the "service industry' by becoming my personal assistant? I have to warn you, I'm very demanding of my assistants. My personal assistant must be available to me at all times. She'll need to not only be able to assist me with business-related matters, but also personal matters. Anytime we travel, we would need to save money by sharing a motel room. From time to time, you'd also be expected to entertain certain "clients" under my direct supervision. It would involve many late nights, but the benefits are very rewarding. 

First, I would need to see your resume. You've already gained an advantage by including your "handcuff" pictures in your email. You're resume should include any "qualifications" that you feel would come in handy for this position.

Next, I would schedule an interview. Because my schedule is so busy, we'd probably conduct the interview in a hotel room when I'm close to your area. You'd be expected to dress in a manner that you think would give you an advantage over the other candidates. You'd also be expected to bring any "equipment" with you that you'd use as my personal assistant. 

When you arrive at the hotel, I'd have you ask for my room at the front desk. The front desk clerk would give you a sly smile as she tells you what room to go to. You wonder if she knows something that you don't know. Arriving at my floor, you make your way down the hallway to my suite. You hear voices. You knock lightly. I open the door a few inches and tell you I'll be a few more minutes because the previous interview is running a little longer than expected. Waiting in the hallway, you contemplate leaving. Is this really what you want? Before you can decide, the door opens. A petite, Asian women leaves. She's dressed in a short black skirt and white blouse. Her hair is a bit disheveled and her lipstick is slightly smeared. You're not sure, but you think you see the clip from a garter belt hanging out of her purse. I ask you to come in. I'm barefoot, wearing a long, flowered, silk robe. I apologize for my appearance, explaining that I'm in the process of getting ready for a meeting that evening. 

I offer you a seat on the couch in my suite. On the table are a digital camera and a number of papers and resumes from other candidates. One has a rather provocative picture paper clipped to it. I take a seat across from you in a wing chair. My robe opens a bit to show my bare legs and thighs. We chat for a few minutes about the basic requirements of the job and I ask for a copy of your resume. Opening your bag, you produce a copy of your resume, along with some 8x10 pictures of yourself. The first few pictures are of you in professional attire. However, the next pictures are of you in a more "casual" setting. You are dressed in a long black leather coat. With each picture, you are more and more undressed, until the final picture shows you reclining naked on a bed. Silver handcuffs encircle your wrists, which are suspended from the headboard. I glance from the pictures to see you smiling nervously. I nod and slip one of my legs over the arm of the chair. My robe falls open to reveal that I'm naked underneath. 

"Are you willing to assist me with anything I ask, anytime I ask?" I inquire.

Silently, you nod you head.

"Anything?" I ask again.

"Anything," you reply.

"Right now, I'm going to ask you to undress for me. Remember, you can refuse my requests, and you can leave anytime you want," I say.

"I understand, but I won't refuse, and I won't be leaving until this job is mine," you answer.

Standing up, you slowly unbutton your blouse. My hand slips between my legs, absent-mindedly stroking my vagina. My eyes are glued to you as you let the blouse slide from your shoulders. Underneath, you are wearing a sheer black lace bra. Reaching behind, you unhook your skirt and lower the zipper. With a slight wiggle of your hips, it falls to the floor, revealing matching black lace panties. Black, knee-high boots encase your feet and calves. Kicking away the skirt, you adjust the waistband of your panties. I see you're slightly blushing. Your hands cover your breasts in a self-conscious manner. 

"Turn around for me. Let me see what I'll be getting for my money." I command.

Stepping away from the couch, you turn your back to me, glancing over your shoulder. I smile my approval. 

"Bend over," I whisper, continuing to stroke myself.

You comply with my wishes. The leather boots squeak a little as your grab your ankles.

Standing, I let the robe fall away as I walk over to you. Lightly brushing my fingertips over the lacy material of your panties, I hear you gasp. Dragging a single fingernail up your back, I stop at your hair. Taking a handful of your beautiful blonde hair, I pull you up.

Whispering in your ear, I ask, "Are you ready to show me how much you want this job?"

Trembling, you nod your head. I reply by kissing you deeply. Our tongues dance together in our mouths. You take me in your arms and explore my body with your hands. I pull away. 

"You're getting a little ahead of yourself, my dear. First, we need to make sure you know who's the boss," I whisper. "Stay here."

Walking into the bedroom, you watch me disappear around the corner. A moment later, I reappear, carrying something. I hand you a black collar.

"Put it on," I command.

With shaky fingers, you buckle the collar around your neck. Turning to me, you lift your chin to show your compliance. I clip a shiny steel leash with a leather handle to your collar.

"Is the collar still warm?" I ask. The women who was here before you had it on for a long time. She probably won't get the job. She was much too timid, but she was certainly a nice little warm-up for what I have planned for you."

Pulling your leash, I bring you in for another kiss. Wrapping my arm around your waist, I pull your body to me, your breasts pressing against mine. Your breathing is shallow and quick. I feel the quick throbbing of your heartbeat. 

"I think you're still a bit overdressed. Let's loose that bra," I say.

Giving you some slack on your leash, I step back. You reach behind you and unclasp your pretty bra. Sliding the straps from your shoulders, I watch as you unveil your breasts. Hard pink nipples stand out against your tanned skin.

"Now, the panties," I whisper.

Hooking your thumbs in the waistband, you tug the lace from your hips. They slide down your legs, over your boots. Stepping out of your panties, you hand slips instinctively between your legs. I bend down and pick them up. They're warm to the touch and slightly moist in the crotch. Lifting them to my nose, I inhale your scent, deeply. Holding them to your nose, I command you to sniff them.

"Your panties are wet, my dear. Are you enjoying this?" I ask.

Nodding you head, you close your eyes. 

"Open your mouth," I command.

I carefully place the lacy material, crotch-first, into your waiting mouth.

"Turn around," I whisper.

When you comply, I swat you hard on the ass. 

"Will you obey me?" I ask.

Again, you nod your head. Again, I slap your ass. Your breathing becomes faster. A third spank brings a slight whimper from your muffled mouth. My red handprint begins to reveal itself on your skin. Leading you to the doorway, I hook the leash on the coat rack. Propping the door to the room open, I walk to the table and pick up my digital camera.

"I need a few pictures to remember this moment." I say. "Put your hands behind your head, and show off those beautiful boobies."

Standing in front of the open door, I snap a few pictures. Faint voices can be heard down the hallway. You look at me, alarmed. 

"What's the matter? Are you afraid of being seen? You'll need to get over that, my dear. If you're my personal assistant, you'll be performing in front of audiences from time to time." I laugh.

The voices grow louder. A couple passes by the door. Glancing over, they see your naked body, tethered to the coat rack by your leash. Pausing for just a moment, they quickly walk away, giggling.

"You've passed your first test," I say, pulling the panties from your mouth. "I'm pretty sure you won't be needing these anymore." Tossing them into the hallway, I close the door and kiss you. 

Leading you by your leash, I walk to the wing chair, and sit down. Propping my feet on the table before me, I tug your leash to bring you to your knees beside me. 

"Would you like to taste me?" I ask.

You nod your head.

"Not yet. Soon, but not yet." I tease. "Start at my toes and work your way up. I'll let you know when you can pleasure me."

Taking my foot in your hands, your tongue darts out and tenderly licks my painted toes. Gentle nibbles cover my foot, making me moan and squirm. The exquisite torture of your kisses on my feet shoot electric jolts through me. My hand slips between my legs again. My slick wetness allows my finger to glide easily over my folds. Kissing and nibbling up my legs, you work your way upward. Removing my finger, I hold it to your lips. Your hot tongue tastes my wet finger. Sucking it gently, you moan your approval. Lifting my leg, I allow you to take your place between my legs. Planting tender kisses on my thighs, you look up at me. I smile as I take a handful of your blonde hair and guide your mouth to my sweetest spot. You lick and such hungrily at me, causing me to moan loudly. My moans encourage you to lick harder. Soon, I'm panting and squealing with delight. Grabbing the arms of the chair, my body shakes with the oncoming orgasm. Finally, I push your head away and lean forward to kiss you. Your face is wet with my excitement. 

"You're very good," I gasp. "You're definitely at the top of my list. You've shown you can give it. Let's see how you take it."

Leading you to the window, I open the curtains wide. 

"Bend over," I command.

Threading the silver chain between your legs, I slowly drag the cold steel links over your vagina. Your moans let me know you're enjoying it. Gradually, I pull the chain over you faster and faster. You're knees buckle a little, as you try to work the chain over your tender spot. Stopping to let you catch your breath, I spread your lips with my fingers. You gasp as you feel the cold steel pressing against you. One by one, I slip the silver links inside you, until the entire length of the chain fills you. 

"Hold it inside you," I urge.

Getting the digital camera again, I snap away. 

"I can't let this go by without a few pictures for my scrapbook," I laugh.

Taking the leather handle in my hand, I slowly pull the chain out. You tremble as the links drop away, all the time teasing your clitoris with my thumb.

You rock your hips against my hand, moaning loudly. Leaning in, my tongue snakes between your ass cheeks and darts into your wet hole. You squeal in delight as my tongue works its magic on you. You reach between your legs and spread your lips to give me better access. From time to time, my tongue drifts toward your tight asshole. You shudder as my hot tongue traces over your sensitive opening.

Standing up, I walk to your briefcase.

"What did you bring with you today?" I ask.

Looking in your bag, I pull out a pair of silver handcuffs. 

"Interesting," I say, continuing to look through your bag of goodies. I remove a silk scarf, a gold vibrator, and a particularly naughty looking black dildo.

"Come to my bed," I command.

I have you lay on your back with your arms stretched over your head. The handcuffs are applied to your wrists, around a rail in the iron headboard. I wrap the silk scarf around your head as a blindfold. Twisting the base of the gold vibrator, it springs to life. I slip the tip between your lips. You lick and suck the vibrator as I slide it in and out of your mouth. When it's sufficiently wet, I place it between your legs. You arch your hips to accept the toy. Inching it in, I slowly twist the vibrator with each stroke. You bite your lower lip as the enjoyment increases. Before long, the vibrator is pumping in and out of your wet vagina. Your shouts of ecstasy fill the room. I remove the vibrator and toss it aside. Your breathing slows for a moment, wondering what is next. Something is being rubbed against your clitoris in a circular motion. A moment later, it's easily slipped inside you. Without being able to see, you know in an instant that it's the black dildo from your briefcase. Relentlessly, it's driven in and out with increasing force and speed. Suddenly, you feel a familiar buzzing sensation. I'm using the vibrator on your most sensitive spot. Unable to control yourself, you slip over the edge and orgasm. Pulling on your restraints, you thrash on the bed. The vibrator stays in place as you try to pull away. The sensation builds again and you can't help but come again. Exhausted, you lay limp on the bed; a light sheen of perspiration covers your naked body. I unlock the handcuffs and pull away your blindfold. You are rewarded with a kiss.

Pulling the covers over us, we drift into blissful sleep. My search is over. I've found my new personal assistant.



The Interview



Chloe had a sense of trepidation about today's interview at Booth's, a well known but infamously private publishing house in London. She knew they were a good firm, but the job description was vague and she hadn't prepared. 

The recruitment officer had contacted her anonymously, and had told her that she had been headhunted specifically by the MD of the company. The guy had said that she was the first person he'd ever known to even be invited to an interview. Chloe was pleased, and intrigued about this company. With a PA starting salary of £100k a year, plus bonuses, it was four times her current meagre wage -- she knew it had to be worth going for. 

She dressed sharply, adorning her lean figure in a tight pencil skirt that hugged her ass and thighs perfectly. It had a fairly generous slit from her knee upwards that displayed her toned thigh when she moved. Obviously, the key to feeling good is wearing good underwear, so she slipped on silky black French knickers and a matching balconnette bra that pushed her breasts upwards into two beautiful mounds. Her long legs were modestly almost covered in sheer stockings, held up by suspenders. 

On top, she covered up with a bright white shirt, leaving a few buttons undone so her gorgeous cleavage could be seen. Hell, it didn't hurt to be sexy at an interview, knowing her interviewer was very likely to be a man -- Booths was notorious for having a male-only employee base. Until now, she thought, hopefully. 

She used a smart belt to enhance her tiny waist, and completed her outfit with some new shoes -- 4" spiked heel stilettos. The look was professional, but sexy -- all of her curves shown off to just the right effect. 

Booth's had sent a car to pick her up, and Chloe was impressed as the elegant Bentley swung round in front of her house. Already off to a good start, she thought. 

After a short journey, she was dropped off outside the huge gates of the imposing ten storey office block. A security guard checked her interview request letter, then her picture, and then phoned up to Booth's for confirmation. Chloe wondered if these guys were secretly dealing arms, given the hassle it took for anyone to get inside the building. 

Finally, the gates were open and she strutted across the grounds to get to the building. The reception desk was at the far end of a grand square hallway, flanked with expensive looking sculptures, and of course, four more security guards. Weirdly, there was even a man on reception -- usually most firms hired someone just like Chloe (i.e. pretty) to do that kind of stuff. He asked her more security questions -- this was as bad as Customs. 

Fifteen minutes later, she was finally allowed to go up. The interview was to be held in the private office of the MD on the top floor of the building, and one of the security guards escorted her to the lift. "Good luck miss," he said "I'm sure you'll do well." Chloe smiled, as the lift doors closed smoothly. 

Up on the tenth floor, she was greeted by John, Mr Hitchin's assistant. "Welcome to Booths," he said "Please follow me."

She walked behind John along a corridor with displays of wealth all around. Glamorous paintings, wood panelling and a carpet so thick it made Chloe want to sink her bare feet into it. 

John knocked gently on the heavy door to what was the office, and pushed it open gently. Inside, behind an enormous mahogany desk sat Mr Hitchin himself. He stood up as Chloe entered the room. "Thank you John," he said "I'll take it from here".

Hitchin was well groomed, Chloe thought. Mid forties maybe, dark hair, good teeth and a large, imposing frame. She could see why poor, weedy looking John looked intimidated. 

She took a seat on the other side of the desk, as he poured her, oddly, not tea or coffee, but a glass of champagne. 

"We like to do things our way at Booths," he said as he handed it to her "Do you mind?"

"No sir," Chloe responded "At least I won't have to worry about nerves."

He smiled at her, and she noticed his eyes lingering on her full breasts spilling out of her shirt. 

"Well, Chloe, now I don't believe in stupid interview questions -- I'd prefer to see you in action" he said, smiling. "So the first part of this interview will be dictation. Open up the laptop just there and we'll get started."

She did as he said, and opened up the small laptop (personalised with Booths' logo) as he began to read from a small book he held out in front of him. She typed quickly, her delicate, French manicured fingers moving rapidly across the keyboard. 

"Ok, that's enough" he said after ten minutes. "If you could just hand me what you've done as is, and I'll just check for any mistakes." 

He took the computer from her and she saw him read what she had typed, and began to get nervous as he frowned every now and again, no doubt noticing a few spelling errors. This was pretty unfair, she thought -- she'd normally be able to spell check something! 

"Chloe, there are a few errors that I'd like to go over with you," he said, looking serious "Could you come round to this side of the desk please?"

As she stood up, she noticed him looking at her cleavage again. She walked round to him and rested one hand on his desk to look at the small screen of the laptop. He pointed at the first paragraph, highlighting a spelling error. 

"Chloe, this is pretty basic stuff. But I appreciate that you didn't get a chance to check it before you gave it to me. Have a look at the rest of the document and see if you can get rid of the other mistakes just now." 

She began to read the document more closely, and carefully began to edit the various errors that were littered throughout. 

"I wouldn't worry too much about all of this, you know," he said "because there are going to be some other pretty important aspects to your role." As he said this, she felt him place his hand on her bottom, stroking her curves over her tight fitting skirt. 

She felt surprised, yet she knew deep down this job offer had to have come with strings attached. No other PA job with her level of experience would ever have paid £100k with, and she recalled reading "a generous bonus structure". 

"I'm willing to take on additional duties, sir" Chloe said, still pretending to read the document. Hitchin's hand slid down and began to move up under her skirt. The skirt was tight, and his hand could only get so far up her. He moved his chair back a little, allowing space in between him and the desk. 

"Stand in front of me, please." He ordered, and she did as she was told, moving across and standing upright, facing away from him. 

He pushed her skirt up higher, and then more, revealing her suspenders, and then up until her knickers were exposed to him. His hand traced a path up the inside of her smooth thigh almost to the top, and then pulled away. 

"I'd like you to turn around and take off your shirt and the skirt please." He barked. 

Chloe turned around to face him, and slowly began to unbutton her shirt, and as she did so her magnificent tits became fully in view for him. He smiled as he gazed at her taut body in the silky, provocative underwear she was wearing, taking in the suspenders and the high heels as well. 

"Now remove the bra and your panties." 

Chloe knew this job had to be worth it. One shag and she'd have the job, and he was pretty attractive. She unclasped the buckle of her bra and unleashed her perfect tits, and as they were exposed to the air her nipples tightened into small pink buds. She stepped out of her panties and stood in her stockings and heels in front of him. 

He reached forwards and stroked the outline of her breasts, and then tweaked her pert nipples quite roughly. She saw he was hard through his trousers already, and he looked big. 

"Turn around and lean over the desk please" he said, "and open your legs."

Chloe did as instructed and felt her pussy open. She felt hot from being told what to do, having little control over her actions. He was domineering and powerful, and she didn't feel she could do otherwise. 

He stroked her inside thigh again, and this time he reached the top of her thigh and cupped her pussy. 

"You're a good girl," he said, leaning over her "having a nice shaven pussy -- we like it like that here."

She felt herself get wet as he began to touch her , finding her clit and circling his fingers around it first gently, and then harder. 

"You are not allowed to cum until I say so, Chloe" he stated. She gasped, as despite this he continued to work her clit, and she felt her pussy become more and more wet. 

He moved his hands and slowly pushed two fingers inside her pussy and then began to fill her with his fingers, inserting a third and thrusting them inside her repeatedly. She groaned, and he grabbed the back of her hair. "I told you, Chloe -- you are not to cum until I say so -- quiet!"

She silenced herself, and he carried on as he was before, pushing yet another finger up inside her. She felt so engrossed in what he was doing, and she began to enjoy him using her as he wanted. He removed his hands, and she heard him stand up from his huge leather chair and heard his zipper moving down, and a very soft thud as his trouser belt hit the floor. 

He moved behind her and gave her a sharp slap on her ass. "Now I'm going to fuck you properly, Chloe, and you are going to every fucking second of it." As he said that, he rammed his cock inside her pussy, and pushed himself deep inside her, and she felt her tight pussy stretched as his huge cock took her fully. 

He began to fuck her hard, thrusting himself up sharply and filling her and she felt waves of excitement as she gave in to him. He pulled her hips even closer to take her deeply and she moaned with pleasure. As she did that, he held one hand over her mouth. 

"I told you -- not until I say so". He held one hand over her mouth and continued to fuck her, and slapped her hard on her ass as punishment. 

His fat, long cock pushed in and out of her wetness for what felt like about an hour, and she had to bring herself back from the brink several times to make sure she didn't cum. 

"Ok, Chloe, I'm ready, and so are you, so when I say cum, you can" he barked, and he increased the speed of his thrusting, faster and faster, and as he did so, he grabbed the back of her hair again, pulling her head back, and carried on fucking her. He moved close to her ear and whispered "cum" and he held her head as he pushed himself sharply into her. 

Chloe let herself go, feeling waves of orgasm and she moaned loudly "fuck, fuck, I'm cumming, harder, ohhhhhhh!" She screamed as he pushed into her hard and she came, as he did, and he held her down as he thrust into her for the last time, and his body fell onto hers, pinning her down. 

He whispered into her ear as she felt her pussy tighten and relax with waves of orgasm, around his cock still inside of her "The job is yours, Chloe."

She dressed in front of him, smiling at having had such an enjoyable job interview. 

"Well, you can start on Monday, Chloe." Hitchin said, smiling. 

"Great, thanks Mr Hitchin, thank you, for everything." Chloe responded. She picked up her bag, and turned to leave his office. 

"Oh, and Chloe," Hitchin said "today wasn't just a one off, you know. I'll require you to carry out ALL of my instructions as of Monday. "

Chloe smiled, thinking, being fucked like that wouldn't be a bad thing. "Of course sir, is there anything you would like me to do on Monday in particular?"

"Well," he said, smiling "My first instruction is that you do not wear any underwear...."

To be continued...



The Interview



In the desert of New Mexico a build towers in the skyline inside the build is what one would call the a top secret project, the ones that work there call it Retrieve.

Project Retrieval was what was left of project Quantum Leap. A defunct time travel project that was founded by the great legend Dr. Samuel Beckett who came up missing about five years ago at which time a the project shut down until a student of the research of Dr. Beckett persuaded the senate to restart the project because Dr. Beckett might still be alive, this students name was Dr. Mike Bay and he was put in charge of the restarted project.

Dr. Mike Bay wasn't ugly he was about six feet tall with blond hair and in great shape but his love of science and obsession about finding Doctor Samuel Beckett keep took up all his time. 

Dr. Bay was sitting in his office reviewing the previous day's progress report when there's a knock on the door.

"Mike, Are you busy?" A strong male voice says through the door.

"No, Come on in AL."

In walks Admiral Al Calavicci one of the original project members who returned when the project restarted. 

"Have a seat," Mike says with a finger pointing at a chair.

Al sits down.

"So Al what can I do for you?"

"Well I don't know how to tell you this, But some dumb news channel has got it in their head that were are building a weapon and is going to report it as such." 

"So that is nothing new these conspiracy theorists are always thinking stuff up like that. If I was to respond to every nutcase that said we were up to evil I wouldn't ever sleep."

"You Sleep?" AL remarks sarcastically.

"Funny Admiral , Very funny." Mike replies without looking up from his computer

"My point is we never respond to these false claims."

"Maybe it's time we do, Kid."

"AL dose the word classified mean anything to you?"

"Yes, but only the technology part is classified., What we are doing and why isn't. 

It's just so buried in paper that no one can find what we do. It might be good P.R. If you did an interview instead of letting them spread lies and making people get paranoid."

"Admiral, I'm a scientist not a public speaker. 

My one and only goal in life is to find Dr. Beckett and bring him home, Besides I wouldn't be good at it, I even hate speaking to the committee when I have to ask for renewal of funding. 

Why don't you do an interview if it's that important?"

"Because they want to talk to the one in charge."

"What Do you mean they want to talk to the one in charge, How would know that?" Mike ask in a concerned voice. 

"Well...I sort of already spoke to someone." Al tells him nervously

Mike looks up from his computer for the first time since Al entered and in a stern voice says "You better not have said I would give them an interview." 

"Oh I didn't, I just told them I would talk to you about it."

"Good tell them I said no chance."

"I will tell them sorry but you are to afraid to." Al answers.

"Hey! I don't want it going around I'm a coward." Mike replies quickly.

With a grin Al says "Then do an interview." 

"Admiral, You might have me backed into a corner but...." Mike tells Al in an upset voice.

"But what? Mike."

Mike hangs his head down and says" But I'll do the interview."

"Great!" Al replies and he stand up to leave.

"Hey Al, Remember we got that senator's birthday party in New York Saturday night, So don't schedule it for then."

Friday night on a private jet to New York.

"AL tell me, who did you set the interview up with?"

"I told you Fox News."

"And which reporter?"

"I don't know, they didn't say, It's a morning show how bad could it be."

"For your sake Admiral you better pray not bad at all." Then Mike goes back to some papers he was reading.

Just then the flight attendant, a nice looking brunette with bends down and put a drink infront of Mike and Al checks out her ass.

After she leaves Al exclaims in a whisper "Hey Kid, check out the caboose on her" 

Without looking up from his papers Mike replies, "You're a married man AL and I don't think Beth would like it if she knew you were reviewing the quality of another woman's Gluteal muscles. "

Al glares at Mike and asks "Are you sure you're human?"

"Barely, and at times I wish I weren't."

"I'm sure that is true." Al quips, then goes back to his drink and stares out the window.

The plane lands in New York at seven am, Al and Mike takes a limo to the Fox News Building gets out and has the limo driver take their stuff to the hotel.

When they get in the building they go up to the guard at the desk, Before they can say anything a man comes running up to them.

"Admiral Albert Calavicci and Doctor Mike Bay?"

"Yes the two men reply."

"Great, I'm Robert Anderson producer of Fox and Friends Saturday. I didn't think you two would make it, Follow me." Anderson show them to a room and in the room there is a good looking woman with blonde hair, great brown eyes, nice legs and breasts, She has on a red leather skirt, tight white silk top, red heels and lipstick.

"Alisyn, The Doctor and Admiral have arrived," Anderson says to the woman.

The woman walks over and for the first time in his life Dr. Mike Bay has taken notice of something other the science as he looks her up and down.

The woman extends her lovely hand to Mike, "I'm Alisyn Camerota and I'll be interviewing you Doctor Bay."

He shakes her hands, "Only if you will call me Mike."

Then she introduces herself to Al.

"Okay, I have one more segment to do then you will come out for the interview, A Paige will come and get you when it's time."

As she walks out Mike watches her ass move.

"Only if you will call me Mike." Al says mockingly. 

"I was just being friendly."

"You hate it when all but your friends call you Mike. Hell you make the senators call you Doctor Bay.

To quote you "I've worked hard to get the title Doctor and people are going to show me respect."

"AL shut up, I wouldn't even be here if not for you." Mike's says with a tone of disgust in his voice . 

"Hey, Kid in case you didn't notice she had a wedding ring on. which means she is married."

"Well unlike you Admiral I can appreciate a fine piece of art without a thought of touching it entering my mind." Mike answers getting irritated with Al. Now the disgust in his voice was turning anger, Something that he never felt.

"Art my foot! You for the first time in your life had an impure thought in your mind." Al cracks

Mike feeling the anger now catches himself and responses calmly, "No, I didn't."

"Just keep telling yourself that and maybe you'll believe it someday."

Just then Al's phone rings and He answers it.

"Hello."

"O.K., I'll be right over but the Doc can't because he has an appointment. "

Al hangs up the phone.

"Hey, That was Senator James Matthers.

He wants to have breakfast with us, I told him you couldn't but I would be right over."

"Don't you dare leave AL." Mike says in a harsh voice, Sound like a boss something he hated doing.

AL heads for the door turns with a smile and says, "Gotta, It's a Senator." then leaves.

That son a bitch gets me into this interview and he leaves. Mike thinks.

Just then the Paige comes in.

"Doctor. It's time for your interview. "

The Paige shows Mike to his chair, he and sits down, Alisyn is already sitting across from him.

Sitting there nervously Mike starts checking her out again.

Alisyn looks up from her notes and sees he's nervous.

"Nervous? Just think of it as you are just talking to me, forget everyone else and the cameras."

Mike tried it but he realized it made things worse not better. So he started running complex calculations in his head and it seemed to make things better.

"We're coming back from break." A voice said.

"Welcome back Everyone. I'm he with a very mysterious person or should I say his project is. Dr Mike Bay." Alisyn says.

"Dr. Bay...I mean mike what is it your project dose? We have heard you are working everything from downed UFOs to weapons."

"Alisyn we are working on finding and bring home a great doctor that was lost in an experiment in this project's predecessor."

"What was that project?"

"Well, To put it simply it was time travel."

"So Mike you are telling me that somewhere in time there is a man lost and trapped?"

"I guess you could say that."

"You are serious, aren't you?"

"Very."

"Can you prove this?"

"No, Not without reviling classified information."

"Your project is top secret?"

"Some of it yes, But I can tell you...."

Alisyn interrupts, " I'm sorry Mike we got some breaking news. We going live to Washington and Major Garrett."

"We're clear." The director announces. 

"Mike, I really am sorry about this you agreed to this interview and we didn't get to finish it. Let me make it up to you after the show, I will take you to lunch." Alisyn says.

"You don't have to do that, I know things come up." Mike replies.

"I really don't mind, plus I'd like to talk with you some more."

"Oh so the interview continues?"

"No, this is strictly off the record, Two people just talking."

"Only if you let me pay then." Mike tells her.

"Then you will be taking me out to lunch not me you."

"I know but it's a gentleman's place to pay."

"That's kind of old fashion thinking but I guess I can live with it." Alisyn says smiling.

"Is the Admiral going too?"

"No, He had to meet a Senator."

"Go to the green room, I'll be there in about twenty minutes."

About twenty minutes later Alisyn enters the green room.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes," Mike Answers.

When they get to the lobby Mike and Alisyn sees it pouring outside.

"Great, I forgot my umbrella." Alisyn says.

Mike takes his coat off and puts it over her head.

"There you go one umbrella."

"I can't, you'll get soaked." 

"Won't be the first time I've been wet, plus I insist."

"How old are you?" Alisyn asks with a smile and twinkle in her eyes.

"33."

"Are you sure not 133, because this type chivalry went out long ago."

"We'll it shouldn't have, Manners aren't old fashion, they are proper."

Alisyn and Mike goes out the door. 

Out front there is a stretch Limo, the Driver gets out and opens the back door.

"Mike, Is he here for us?"

"I hope So because I'm not walking in the rain." Mike joking replies

Alisyn and Mike gets in and on the seat there is two dozen of roses,

Mike picks them up and hands them to Alisyn.

"Are these are for me?"

"They must come with car," Mike says with a straight face.

"Thank-You." Alisyn says smiling.

The Limo driver asks "What's our destination?"

"It's your city Alisyn, you pick."

"The Overview." Alisyn tells the driver.

They pull up to the Overview, Mike and Alisyn get out and go in.

The Overview is a dimly lit restaurant, very romantic.

Mike looks around and then over at Alisyn and quietly says "Alisyn I think we are in the wrong place."

"Why, It's very nice and has great food."

"But this looks like a romantic restaurant, Some place someone would go on a date."

"It's not just for dates, It's a great place to eat anytime. 

Besides it's my favorite."

"Alright, I guess." Mike replies

The matradee comes over.

"Welcome to the Overview." and he shows them to a booth.

When they sit down Alisyn scoots over next to Mike, and Mike Slides over. This happens a couple times, Then Alisyn says to Mike "You know I don't bite and if you keep sliding over you will be sitting on the floor soon."

Mike laughs a nervous laugh and him and Alisyn slide back towards the center.

"So Mike tell me about yourself."

"Maybe we should look at the menu Alisyn." Nervously Mike says to Alisyn

They pick up the menu.

They waiter comes over, they give them their order and Mike orders a bottle of 1999 Dom Pérignon Champagne.

Alisyn's eyes in shock says, "That's a six hundred dollar bottle of Champagne."

"Yes, I did notice the price but a lovely lady deserves Champagne."

"Alisyn puts her arm around Mike and smiles." 

Mike tenses up, Then starts to get feeling that he only got when he was about to make a make breakthrough at the project and unsure why he was getting it now.

"Mike tell me about you."

"Like what?" Mike says while playing with his glass of water.

"Who are you?"

"A friend." He replies.

Alisyn laughs slaps Mike's arm without removing it from him.

"Smart ass, Who do you think you are Superman?"

"Maybe, Al said he doesn't think I'm human."

"You think you are funny, Don't you?"

"I have never been before."

"Well you are making up for it, But seriously tell me about you."

"Alright, I graduated MIT with a PhD in Quantum physics, Engineering and Astronomy at 16, by the time I was 21 had my PhD in neurology, cardiology and emergency medicine and law, speak six languages, I'm a pilot on both fix winged and rotary, Box and I was also the pilot on two classified space shuttle mission, which lead me to Project Retrieval three years ago."

Alisyn in awe asks, "So they assigned you to the project?"

"No, I asked for it...I pushed for it."

"Pushed?"

"Yes. You see the senate classified Dr. Beckett as deceased, They didn't want to reopen the project.

I fought with senators that could restart the project until they gave in enough to fund finding Doctor Beckett and away to bring him home once he was located.

You see Doctor Beckett is my hero, He's the reason I pushed myself so hard and continue to do it. I will never believe he's dead, I owe him too much."

Just then waiter brings the Champagne and pours them a glass.

Mike slowly picks up his glass and takes a sip.

Alisyn looks into Mike's eye's. "You will find him and bring home." she tells him with compassion in her voice.

Mike is choking up and replies "Sure, I tell myself that all the time."

Alisyn takes the side of his face and looks him in the eyes, "You will."

"So tell me about you Alisyn."

"I graduated American University with a degree in broadcast journalism and criminal justice, I've worked at Fox for eleven years, I'm married and have three wonderful kids."

"You have a full life" Mike says.

"It's busy but fulfilling." Alisyn replies

The food arrives, Mike and Alisyn talk and joke while they eat and drink.

In between the main course and desert Alisyn looks at Mike and says, "You didn't tell if you were involved with anyone."

"No, I've always devoted myself to science."

"So you've never had a girlfriend?"

"No, Unless you count Ziggy."

"Ziggy?" Alisyn asks puzzled.

"A super hybrid computer. What ego but also a great friend. I always can count on her, I might like what she has to say but I know she is always right. She was another one of Dr.Beckett's creations"

"So you have never had a human girlfriend?"

"No."

They finish their desert and Mike pays the check.

Mike stands up and then takes Alisyn's hand and helps her up.

Alisyn takes a couple steps and stumbles back, Mike catches her.

"I guess I had too much to drink, I'm glade Superman was her to catch me." Alisyn says smiling

Mike grins.

"Hey I knew you had a smile in there. You know my husband and kids aren't home this weekend, I think I will just check into a hotel tonight, Which one are you staying at?"

"The Ritz."

"That's where I'm staying!" Alisyn exclaims.

Mike gets Alisyn to into a taxi and they go to the Ritz.

Alisyn goes to the desk and the clerk tells her they are full.

"Alisyn, Al and I have a three bedroom sweet why don't just take the third room." Mike offers.

Thank you, I will."

They go to the room and go in.

Just pick the room you want Alisyn.

Mike goes into the kitchen and when he comes back out he sees one of the bedroom doors were open, 

He knocks.

"Come in," Alisyn says. in a seductive voice.

Mike goes in and Alisyn is laying the bed in a sexy pose with one knee slightly bent.

Mike notices Alisyn's pose but acts like he doesn't. So in a calm voice says to her, "You would take the big room wouldn't you, Just let me get my stuff out." 

"Why, This room is big enough for us both." Alisyn replies still be seductive.

"Because I don't feel like sleeping on the floor."

"You don't have to, the bed is big enough for us both."

Alisyn sits up on the edge of the bed and pats it, "Come on over and sit next to me."

Mike walks over and sits next to her.

Alisyn puts her hand on Mike's leg.

"Mike, I'm not a stupid woman, I saw you checking me out and in your own way flirting with me. " Looking Mike in the eyes.

"What do you mean Alisyn? I would flirt never with a married woman.

Alisyn takes her wedding ring off and puts it in the bed stand, "Dose that make you feel better sweetie?"

She then puts her arms around Mike and goes to kiss him when Mike pulls back breaking the hold.

Alisyn looks closely at his eyes.

"Oh my...Not only have you never had a girlfriend but you are virgin, Have you kissed even?"

Mike tries to get up but Alisyn holds his arm.

"It's alright Mike, I don't mind, In matter of fact I find it kind of sexy. 

Just tell me have you ever kissed?"

Shyly Mike replies. "No."

"This is going to be fun for us both." Softly tells him.

"I'd really like to leave Alisyn." Mike says his voice shaking.

"I'm sure you are scared but let tell you, You will enjoy it." As she puts her arms around him. 

"I really need to leave. I have a party to I've got to attend. " Mike quietly answers.

"Why leave for a party, When there's a better party being offered here." Alisyn says in a seductive voice.

"Alisyn, I think you just had too much to drink."

"Oh you mean that little act I put on for you. I'm surprised a Doctor fell for it."

Mike is tense, heart racing. "Alisyn maybe we could dance?"

"Sure honey." She leans over and turns on the radio.

They both stand up and mike takes Alisyn's hand puts the other on her waist and they start to dance.

"You're a great dancer Mike."

"Thank you Alisyn, I learned for all the political parties I have to go to and I get forced to dance with the senators daughters and wives, One even had me dance with his mother."

Alisyn laughs and slides Mike's hand down to her ass.

Mike was amazed how great Alisyn's ass felt in that leather.

Al's voice runs through Mike's head, "She's married."

Alisyn goes into kiss Mike and once again Mike pulls away.

"Mike, You know that it takes contact of lips to kiss?"

"Of course I do, It's just...Well...I'm nervous."

"Were you nervous the first time you got in a ring to box?"

"Yes, I can't think of anyone that wouldn't be nervous about getting punched for 45 minutes."

"You still did it, Right?"

"Yes."

"I can promise you this won't feel like getting punched, In matter of most likely it will feel good."

Alisyn goes in for another kiss, this time Mike doesn't move away and their lips come in contact with each-others.

Mike thinks that her lips feel so soft and gentle.

Alisyn then wraps her arms around Mike and holds him tight, Mike follows her lead and dose the same.

Alisyn stops kissing mike, takes his hand and leads him over to the bed,

"Mike, I want to make love with you." Alisyn says softly.

"But you are married Alisyn, Just because your ring is out sight doesn't change it."

"I'm a woman with needs first, Needs my husband hasn't

fulfilled in a while."

"You really think I will be able to? I have no experience in this area."

"It's alright if you have no experience, I'm sure before we are through I will have taught you enough so I will be satisfied."

Mike swallows.

"We'll start slowly, Just start by undoing my blouse."

Mike strokes Alisyn's cheek gently, Then runs his down to her chest and creases over the top of her breasts through her blouse.




The Interview



Mike realizes at that moment he was getting a feeling below the belt that he hadn't felt since his freshman year at MIT, When the Seniors though it would be fun to throw him in to the girl's showers while the girls were in there. 

He questions for a moment if this is right but says to himself "This is just a biological function and I guess I should experience it once." 

He slowly unbuttons the top three buttons of Alisyn's blouse, the stops a stares at her breasts.

"Do you like them baby?"

The word stumble out of his mouth "They are perfect" .

Mike finishes unbuttoning her blouse.

Take my breasts in your hands and rub them.

Mike gently takes her breasts in his hands and massages them soft and slow.

Mmmmm, that's baby. You are doing good. 

Mike then slides Alisyn's blouse down and and it falls off, He then reaches around to her back and fumble to get her bra off. 

Alisyn reaches back and says let me get that for you, She unhooks her bra then Mike slides it off her and drops it on the floor.

Mike stares at her breasts like the first time he saw the Earth from space, In awe of the beatuty.

"What I want you to do now is run your tongue around the nipples and suck on them." Alisyn tells him.

Mike runs his tongue around the nipple and then takes each one in and sucks on them.

"Oh yes, you are a fast learner." Alisyn moans.

"Are you ready to move on?" Alisyn whispers

"I guess."

"Just take off my skirt and panties"

Mike unzips her skirt, and slides her skirt and panties off at the same time

Alisyn's quickly takes off Mike's clothes and his already hard cock sticks up.

Mike heart is racing now and breathing is getting fast.

Alisyn looks at it and tells " You really shouldn't have been hiding that from woman for so long."

Mike smiles shyly.

Mike kisses Alisyn softly. and asks, "Do you want my to perform oral on you?"

"Do you know how?"

"I've read books, You might have to give me some instructions but I think I might have a general idea."

"Give it a try, Honey."

Mike goes down and parts her legs and for the first time gets a look at her pussy. 

He softly runs a finger along it, Then he runs his tongue along it.

"Baby that feels great but part the lips apart and the lick the clit for me, Do you need help finding it?"

"No, But just tell me when I'm in the right spot."

"Don't worry, I will."

Mike slowly start to run his tongue along Alisyn's wet pussy, All of a sudden she jumps.

"Oh right there, that's the spot. My God my husband never finds it that fast when he even bothers trying."

Mike runs his over and around her clit and then slips a finger into her wet tight pussy and starts to push on the upper wall.

Alisyn starts to moan, yell and tense up.

"Oh my, Mike! You're going to make me cum and cum hard, Just keep going Baby!"

Mike keeps working his tongue on her clit and and finger in her pussy.

Alisyn breathing hard and screaming loud starts cumming, soaking Mike's face

"MMMMM, Alisyn I love that taste." Mike says.

Out of breath Alisyn tells Mike "Now it your turn."

She starts to go down to Mike's cock when he stops her.

"No, Sweetheart. I appreciate the offer but I want something more special my first time."

"I don't mind Baby." Alisyn say looking into his eyes.

"I know, but it's just won't seem as special, it will seem cheap."

Alisyn smiles and gets back on her back, Mike gets on top of her, pauses and kisses her.

He slowly brings his cock to the outside of her pussy and stops.

"Alisyn, I want you know how special this moment is," Then he kisses her again.

Alisyn smiles and Mike slowly enters her.

"Oh Alisyn...I don't think I can."

"Yes you can Baby, Just take it nice and slow."

Mike slowly goes in her more and she moans.

"Oh my, Alisyn, This like nothing I have ever experienced before.. Oh yes." Mike says with his voice trembling.

Mike looks Alisyn in the eyes and sees a twinkle that he has never seen in anyone's eyes before or atleast he has never noticed it before.

He finally gets all the way.

He kisses Alisyn deeply and start to pump in and out.

"Go slowly and gently." Alisyn tells him.

Alisyn's gasps and moans, almost in sink with Mike.

Oh after a few minutes Mike cries, "I've got to stop babe, If I don't I'm going to cum!"

"No don't stop, cum baby, There will be time to learn how to stay going for longer later, This time don't fight it."

With them words Mike's face and body tenses screams out and starts to fill Alisyn with his cum. As he dose she screams, "Oh yessssssssss!".

Mike lays next Alisyn and they cuddle looking at each other.

"So how was your first time?" Alisyn asks.

"It was great.", Mike replies out of breath.

"I'm glade."

"How was it for you?"

"It was the best I have had in along time."

"Can I ask you something Alisyn?"

"Of course."

"Will you move to New Mexico, I want to see you again."

"What about my kids, My job?"

"I noticed you didn't say your husband."

"If it was just him, I would leave in a heart beat to be close to you, but it's my kids and job."

"Take your kids with you, I got a nice four bed room house you all can live in about twenty miles from the project and it would be all yours because I stay at my apartment on the grounds of the project. 

As for your job if you don't mind doing local news I can get you a job at the local station easy, the owner is a close friend."

Alisyn lays on her side. Mike, "What if you change your mind a little while?"

"I promise I won't, You want a commitment, I'll marry you when once you are divorced until then I will sign the house over to you, My bank account, What ever takes."

"You are serious aren't you?"

"Very, Until today when I saw you standing in that greenroom I had no idea what love felt like, then when I saw you I thought I might be starting to and at lunch I knew how it felt."

"Mike, I will move there with you because I too think I might be in love with you."

"You won't regret it Honey."

They cuddle up next to each other and fall asleep.

A loud voice wakes them up, It's Al.

"Hey, Kid are you here. Senator Maxwell is waiting for you at his party."

"I'm in the bedroom, I'll be right out!"

Al open the bedroom door and goes in. "Kid, You better hurry....."

Al stops mid sentence as he sees Alisyn and Mike in bed together.

"I'm sorry you two I had no idea, I thought he was here alone and just got to working and lost track of time." Al says in shock.

"Not problem Admiral", Alisyn says.

"Yea, Albert relax," Mike tells him.

"Albert?" Al remarks as he scratches his head, as he walks-out of the room. 

Mike gets out of bed and quickly gets dressed.

"You coming, Honey?"

"No, I think it's better if I skip this one."

"OK Babe, I will try not be too late."

Mike kisses Alisyn, Then leaves the room and shuts the door behind him.

Al is standing the hall and mike goes out to meet him, Then they get in the elevator.

"Are you out of your mind Kid, She is a married woman."

"I love her Al." Mike replies in a voice Al has never heard him use before.

"Kid, I'm glade you finally experienced sex but forget about her, It's not love."

"But it is love Al and like you told Dr. Beckett once, "If you're lucky, life is gonna give you one shot at true love.", I think Alisyn might be mine."

I hope your are right Buddy, I know you deserve it but I really think you are wrong.

"I better not be because I asked her to marry me in away."

"What do you mean in away?"

"I would marry her after she was divorced if she would move to New Mexico." 

"What was her answer?"

"She said she would move to New Mexico."

Al put his hand on Mike's back, "Kid, I wish you all the luck in the world." then they get in a Limo and leaves for the party.

A few weeks later Alisyn and her three kids moves to New Mexico and a year later Mike and her are married and have two kid together.

The End



The Interview



Tony Crosby had been promoted and his dream of having people working under him had finally come true. Tony's new position had meant that he was now able to have a secretary as well as a private office, something his previous position in the company had lacked. Tony had allowed the personnel department to do the preliminary interviews and only interviewed the three finalists. The first two interviews had been staid affairs, the first woman being in her late thirties, she had been dressed in a grey business suit which sent out no nonsense signals; married with two children, and had been a secretary to a managing director of a nearby company and had been seeking a change. The second candidate had been fairly good looking, blonde, single and had been a secretary for a partner in a law office, she suppressed any signs of having any interest out of the normal office routines and stated that the only thing she lived for was hard work, unfortunately for her she had only ever worked in a small office environment and was not sure she would cope working in a large organisation. The third and final candidate had been striking in her appearance, her short skirt had caught Tony's eye as she had come into his office and he had a glimpse of her panties as she had sat down and crossed her legs in front of his desk. Tony's eyes shot to her knees as she deliberately carried out the suggestive manoeuvre, then as if she realised what she had done she coyly tried to pull her short skirt down as far as she could. A little late for that, Tony had thought to himself at the time. 

Mandy had been wearing black sling back heels, the sort that made her calves look as thought they had been chiselled from stone by an artist of some skill. Tony had taken note of her amazing legs as his eyes wandered up her well defined thighs, barely concealed by her short skirt and on up to her tight and perfectly round bottom. She had been wearing a dark grey mini skirt to her smart business suit that day, and it had had the habit of riding up her thighs as she answered his questions, throughout the time she was being questioned about her varied experience she had constantly been touching the top buttons of her blouse, drawing his attention to her large breasts, the constant movement of her fingers had almost driven him to distraction. When she had answered all of Tony's questions Mandy had stood to accept the notes he had wanted her to type up, Tony eyes naturally strayed to her breasts, he could not help noticing that somehow during the interview Mandy's top two buttons of her blouse had been undone and as she had bent forward Tony had just a peak at her cleavage. The swelling flesh each side of her deep divide showed that her breasts had looked firm and inviting, she had watched as his eyes as they had been drawn to what she had to offer. By now, Tony's penis had been stirring he had realised he was really getting aroused, and the bulge in his pants was becoming very pronounced. 

Whilst she had been in the outer office Tony had tried to move in an attempt to make his aching arousal less obvious to his interviewee when she returned with the typed copies. According to Mandy's application form before him, she was 27 years old, it however had not mentioned her amazing figure, but her height he had noted was 5' 6". She was slim and petite and her shoulder length hair had been pulled back in a French pleat. Her eyes were, he recalled, an assure blue, her ivory skin combined with her high cheekbones made her look quite aristocratic, but it was her magnificent breasts that drew the most attention Tony had never been sure whether she had been a C or a D, but they had looked almost good enough to eat, he had thought to himself, as they had pressed against the silky material of her blouse.

When Mandy returned, she slowly pushed open the outer door, her sudden re-appearance dragged Tony's mind back from his day dream. She had done the test and had been walking back towards him she was deliberately emphasising the movements, her hips swaying provocatively in the tight short skirt, giving Tony just a hint of a promise, he moved again and realised that he was now fully aroused. His prick was bone hard and painfully trapped within the confines of his suit trousers, the bulge was very, very pronounced 

In his mind Tony reflected, as the vision of her lying naked on his desk had suddenly appeared in his thoughts. Snapping out of the delusion Tony had to admit in her favour Mandy's work qualifications had been excellent, to add to which she was married, and during the interview she had told him she could work late during the week on any evening, if it was required of her, as her husband spent most of his time during the week away from home only returning on Fridays, before leaving again on Sundays. This she had explained was the reason she could not offer to work overtime on Saturdays or even Sundays, as it was the only time she ever saw her husband. She took her seat again and Tony's eyes betrayed him as they flicked down to catch another glimpse of her panties. 

Whilst she had been in the outer office she had undone another button, or maybe it had been two, of her silk blouse which had allowed Tony to see that she had not been wearing a bra, as she had bent forward to hand him the typed document, he could almost but not quite see the darkened area of her areola surrounding her nipples. Tony's prick throbbed as it pressed painfully against his constraining underwear. The interview had continued and she fidgeted more and more, in consequence the glimpses of her panties became more and more obvious, as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, until finally and uninvited she had got up off the chair, glancing over her shoulder to see what the effect had been, she had walked to the door and locked it. Mandy had been watching Tony's eyes follow her every move; it had been at that moment that she had decided to take a chance, she would blow her chances completely or land her the job. Mandy had then walked towards the desk and sat on the corner her thighs parted readily, displaying her tiny red panties to Tony as she did so. Tony had gone to stand up before he had realised, in horror, that his erection had been more than a little pronounced. Mandy had stared at the huge bulge and said in a husky voice meant to convey her intentions. 

"I see that my efforts have not been wasted." 

Mandy had then, without uttering another word, reached forward and unzipped him then kneeling in front of him, she put her hands inside, finding the opening at the front of his boxer shorts, she had pulled the hugely swollen penis from within. Before Tony could utter a word she had enveloped the swollen crown between the ruby lips. Her mouth had been like a velvet glove as the crown slid between her readily moistened lips, her tongue curled under the head, the most sensitive of his erogenous zones. She had slowly taken more of him into her warm mouth, her lips sliding down the swollen shaft her flicking tongue tracing the dorsal artery pulsing with blood. Her skill had been excellent and Tony had known he would not be long before he would have had to climax. He knew he was on very dangerous ground but she had made the first move not him, if he was going to do this he had not wanted to waste his sperm by cumming down her throat. He remembered the moment clearly in his mind; he had pulled her off the length of his long fully engorged prick before putting his hands under her buttocks and pulling her to her feet. Mandy had for a moment thought she had blown her chances of the job but as she had opened her mouth to ask why, she had felt Tony's hand slide up under her skirt and his hands had delicately stroked her through her panties. She had made no move to stop him wanting to see how far he would go.

Tony encouraged by her lack of resistance he increased the pressure and began rubbing the swollen lips of her pouting pussy through he moist panties. Mandy's arousal soared and she could not prevent herself from pressing her swollen vulva up against the cupped palm of Tony's hand as it rode over and between the tender lips. She gave a soft moan of surrender as she widened her legs in submission. Her arousal taking a leap upwards but already she could feel the sweet joy of an as yet unfulfilled orgasm albeit in its early stages and her hips moved and swayed under the stimulation Tony's hand was giving her. The stimulation suddenly stopped and Mandy was about to speak when she felt him tug at the waistband of her panties she wriggled as they were drawn down and lifting her legs she let him draw them off her feet. Tony then cupped his hands under her tight buttocks and lift her up to sit on the edge of the desk.

Tony had then knelt down and pushed his face between her thighs, her aroma of arousal had been intoxicating and Tony's tongue had traced along the swollen lips of her vulva, Mandy had given a soft moan of pleasure. Encouraged Tony had let his tongue ride up over her clitoris, feeling it begin to emerge from its hooded cowl. Anther soft moan had escaped as his fingers traced and discovered the moist entrance to her inner sanctum; they slipped inside and the forefinger searched and found her G-spot just as Tony's tongue pressed down on the emerging flesh of her clitoris. Mandy's buttocks rose up as the intense pleasure of his combined touch raised her arousal even higher, her body squirmed as the other fingers moved rhythmically in and out of her tender vagina.

Tony had known from experience that she had been nearing the point of no return, he looked up momentarily her hands had pulled open the half buttoned top and she had her hands caressing her breasts through the silky material of her blouse, the nipples standing to attention like a pair of school erasers. Suddenly he had felt her back arch up and she had groaned her knees were drawn up as her climax raced down through her body in a moment of erotic pleasure, her brain had registered a burst of light almost like a starburst and she flooded his mouth with a flood of her juices. Her body had shuddered with the pleasure of the experience and she had pulled his face closer to her quivering pussy. The moment had passed and she had lain back letting her body slowly come down from its electric high.

Tony had realised that this is had been the moment of her lowest resistance and he had kissed, first her navel, then realising that his throbbing shaft was still in the wrong position to enter her, ignoring the pleasure of her breasts, he moved his mouth up to hers and as he kissed her; he had then moved forward between her thighs. Mandy had felt the pressure on her thighs and they had given way widening allowing the head of Tony's swollen penis to part her swollen labia permitting her fragrant excretions to moisten the tip. Tony had put his hand on the thick shaft and rubbed the crown up and down between the oozing lips of her vagina. Mandy had let out a soft moan almost a cry as she had felt him ease the crown into her and she had felt him stretch her wider that she had ever been stretched before. Feeling the inner lips part under the pressure Tony unhesitatingly pushed forward, the swollen and very sensitive head was instantly encapsulated by the softness of her inner muscles which had given way, allowing the intruder to move in deeper.

Once the crown had entered her secret warmth, Tony had not been able to control his urgent need, he had pushed her back, her legs which had been hanging down over the end of the desk, he had lifted up onto his shoulders and he had pushed the thick phallus hard into the silken smoothness of her velvet sheath. He had undone the rest of the buttons of her silk blouse and pushed the garment up off her shoulders revealing her naked breasts; his eager lips had taken one of them into his mouth, his teeth nipping and his lips sucking each one in turn as he had thrust up into her and she had responded by bringing her knees up and giving Tony free reign. Tony had ridden her unmercifully driving his thick shaft up inside her eagerly responding vagina again and again. His mouth had captured her breasts taking them into his mouth one at a time, his mind lost in the pleasure of the moment, unheeding to how his sucking actions had drawn blood to the surface of the milk white flesh. She had moaned that she was near when he felt his scrotum tighten as his penis swelled and he had begun to pump his semen up the core of his thrusting shaft, feeling it burst out, surging up to spread its creamy substance up into her convulsing womb, as her hips rose and fell in an ecstasy of orgasmic pleasure. 

Tony had, as he always had with every woman he took, cum totally unprotected into her: he had felt like a supercharged stud as he rode on through his orgasm thrusting his still firm prick in and out of Mandy's convulsing vagina for a long time. Mandy had been delighted to feel his rock hard shaft remain solid within her, her husband usually softened the instant he spewed his cum inside her. Mandy's urgent responses continued as she felt the thick shaft repeatedly drive into her unabashed, unashamed, naked and convulsing pussy, gradually feeling her muscles tighten as she climaxed for a second time. Tony had felt the familiar sensation in his scrotum as the thick shaft drove into her again and again; he felt Mandy's hands reach down, touching, caressing Tony's sperm filled balls. He had known only too well that he could not hold off much longer and with an animalistic grunt of pleasure his plunging phallus had swelled and erupted deep within her spasming core, releasing a flood of his highly fertile semen high inside her deepest recess, the sperm flooding up into her womb searching for her ova which had been released, but were infertile from the chemical effects of her contraceptive pill. Tony had slumped forward onto her hickie covered breasts pushing the breath from her lungs. She had then pushed upwards struggling to draw breath into her oxygen starved lungs.

Tony had felt her struggle beneath him and he had pulled his phallus from her foaming entrance, the front of his trousers covered with the excesses of that mixture of his semen and Mandy's own vaginal fluids that had been turned into a white ring of foam that had gathered around her vaginal entrance. Mandy, without a word being spoken, had got up found the small executive bathroom at the rear of his office; she had returned carrying a small face cloth, that Tony could honestly admit, he had never seen before, and she had then sponged the front of his trousers until only a damp area remained, all traces of his sperm and her vaginal fluids had been removed. She had then sucked him clean and dried him off with the small hand towel before putting his now somewhat flaccid penis back inside his under shorts and zipped him back up. Mandy then pulled her panties back on, retrieved her blouse and skirt tidied her hair and asked politely,

"Mr Crosby is there any other information you need from me and could you please give me an indication when I will know if my interview had been successful or not." 

Tony remembered her smile as he had told her that the letter of appointment would be in the post the following day and when would she be able to start. Mandy had smiled, the warmth between her legs and the pleasure she had given him had been worth the effort. She had whispered softly, desire still very noticeable in her voice,

"If you wish me to Sir, I can type the letter myself and I can then report for duty in the morning."

Tony had nodded his head in agreement and he sat in anticipation. He had hardly been able to contain himself and he had slept badly, remembering the exquisite pleasure she had given him. It was now the next morning and she was due to arrive in a few minutes time; he could already feel his arousal begin, he had the feeling that work would have to take second place until he had satisfied his morning desire. Tony's day is another story to be told at some later date.



The Interview



I had the process down to a fine art -- click print, run to the bathroom to dry my hair, zip the skirt, and finally put on a tiny bit of makeup. Step two - quickly grab my resume, stuff it into my messenger bag, slide on my black "interview" shoes and take a deep breath as I slip out the door - while marvelling at how I have my perfect routine down pat. Step three - cleverly fail to notice the turned up edge of the carpet in the hall, trip and tumble forward as my heel snaps and tear a huge hole in my pantyhose. Yes -- smooth like butter.

Cursing under my breath, I raced back through the door hunting for fresh pantyhose and new shoes. The only black shoes I can find both of are 5" stilettos ... more cursing as the only thing I can find for my legs are nude fishnet stockings. Out of options, I put on the stockings and shoes praying that the interviewer thinks I'm just being fashionable. This was about my seventeenth interview in about ten days -- I was seriously thinking of becoming a professional applicant, screw my administrative ambitions.

I run interview questions in my head, polishing my responses up knowing that this guy would be a tense interview to say the least. The pre-interview had been intense, he spent ten minutes shooting question after question at me barely pausing to hear my answers. The 'ask' for the in person interview was more of a command on his part -- and my mind had been spinning so fast I nearly forgot to fake contemplate my 'busy' schedule. 

I couldn't believe I'd even made it to round two. The job itself was as an executive assistant to a "very busy senior executive" which my best friend and I had giggled at as an oxymoron. The pay was insanely high and I knew that I was barely qualified -- but it seemed fun that my temp agency had thrown my resume into the pot. Now here I was going to meet Mr. Busy himself.

As the elevator doors open, I take my final calming breath while walking confidently to reception area. The large open area is empty except for a single neat piece of paper with black type.

"4:45 Appointment: Third office on the left, knock twice then enter."

I snickered at the odd precision of the note, but made my way down the hallway, knocked the required two times and walked in. Mr. Busy was sat behind a large dark brown desk and rose to greet me. He was younger than I expected with short brown hair and intense brown eyes that had an odd sparkle that I couldn't quite figure out. 

I pegged him at about 6 ft and the picture of "business casual" black jacket, pressed white dress shirt and dark grey khakis. If we'd been in a bar and not a job interview, I would have been flirting instead of giving my warm professional smile.

"Hello, you must be Robynn," Mr. Busy greeted. "You may call me Andrew for now, have a seat."

"Pleasure to meet you, Andrew," I returned. 

"Thank you for asking me to come in. Here's a copy of my resume for you as well."

Andrew looked me up and down as I took my seat across from him. I smiled politely and tried not to blush -- his eyes seemed to be doing more than the customary 'once over' but for what this job was paying, I wasn't in the position to argue.

"As I mentioned on the phone, I am looking for someone very specific to serve as my assistant. You are somewhat less experienced than the other candidates I've interviewed -- however -- talking to you on the phone, I could sense a certain spark that might prove useful."

"Thank you for giving me this chance," I replied.

"I don't give 'chances', I'm either right or wrong. I haven't gotten where I am by being indecisive or emotional or even for that matter wrong more than I am right. You have potential and today we'll see just how much potential that is."

I mentally prepared for the standard tests I knew he was going to mention -- first typing, then spelling and finally Microsoft Office -- pretend to be surprised like he's the first exec on the planet to think of software tests.

"Andrew, I think you'll find my scores from the agency quite exceptional. I type on average 52 words per minute with a 99% accuracy. I also have my certification in all the standard 2007 MS Office products in addition to experience with Visio and MS Project."

"I appreciate you attempt to anticipate my evaluation of you, Robynn, however you are quite wrong. I saw your resume. I know you have the technical skills -- hell the other four girls vying for this job have your skills. What you need to do is show me how YOU are different from them. Do you want this job?"

"Yes," I replied slightly embarrassed at my misstep and confused as to what he planned on evaluating. I made my own executive decision and decided just to go with the flow.

"Good answer. Are you wearing stockings?"

"Yes," I blushed.

"Why did you choose stockings? Fishnet stockings at that, hardly something most would choose to wear to an interview."

"I tripped on my way out the door and tore my stockings and these are all tha...."

He cut me off, "what if I told you to wear stockings every day."

"I would," I responded with barely a flicker of hesitation. I blushed.

"You would," he smiled slightly. "Good answer. Stand up."

I did. I started to get a nervous flutter in my stomach and my mind raced trying to figure out what would be next. I had no idea if this guy was for real, but part of me really wanted to find out.

"Come here and stand in front of me," he commanded. I did.

"Now, listen carefully," he said as his fingers graced my outer thighs. "I expect complete obedience. Unquestioning compliance and every move you make when you are with me is for my benefit. You will learn to anticipate things that I will like and enjoy; that is a sign of intelligence."

"Like the fishnets and those heels. They may have started as an accident on your part -- however -- if you prove useful to me...they will be part of your daily uniform. Would that bother you?"

"No, not at all," I said. My mind was racing with anticipation. My legs tingled as his fingers slid higher up my thighs. The electricity that seemed to flow from his finger tips was making me weak.

"Take off your shirt, bra and skirt."

I did and tossed my clothes over the chair I had been sitting in. He stared at my breasts, not surprising, they were a round, firm 40DDD complete with bright pink nipples standing at attention. I took a step forward as his left hand slid between my legs and his right started rubbing his cock through his pants. I could feel his fingers slipping past my panties and I could already tell I was soaking wet. My breath caught in my throat as he pinched my clit.

"So you only look like the proper little assistant, really you're a little slut aren't you? Let's see it," he demanded. "Panties off and get on the desk, now."

I slid my panties off and hopped up on the desk. I opened my legs wide to be in line with the legs of the desk and leaned forward on my arms.

"Good girl."

I could hear him unzipping, and heard a bit of rustling around. I didn't dare bring my head up to see what he was doing, but I was getting even more excited wondering what he was planning. Suddenly I felt a firm hand on my ankle, felt something tighten and then a light click of what sounded like a lock. He repeated it on the left ankle and I my legs were immobile. My heart was pounding hard.

He slid his fingers up and down my wet pussy stopping only to flick the barbell at my clit. "You'll have to meet a lot of needs for me and make no mistake, I will treat you very well -- if you do everything and anything I ask of you. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Yes sir," I whispered.

"Good girl."

I could feel him walk between my spread legs. I took a deep nervous breath.

"You think I'm going to fuck that wet little pussy of yours don't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, you are very right, but I'm going to do a hell of a lot more to you than just that. Anyone can fuck or be fucked -- I need my girl to be willing to suffer for me. I need a girl who will give herself to me."

As he said that I felt two fingers slide into my pussy. I moaned involuntarily. He pulled out and slide back in with three fingers. I shivered as he slid his fingers in and out of me.

"Good girl, you want to take more don't you?"

"Yes sir," I half sighed.

He pulled out and slid in four fingers. I squeaked in pain as he pumped his hand deep into me. He pulled out and I could feel him pressing his whole hand into my tight cunt. The pressure on my stretched pussy made me pant and whimper.

"We can stop this at any time, you just have to say the word. I should warn you though, that my ideal candidate should be able to take anything I want her to. Right now, I want my fist in you." Tears started running out the side of my eyes as his entire hand pressed into me harder.

"That's a good girl, just a little more baby girl and you'll be there," he breathed as he pushed further into me. "Such a good little girl; showing me that you can take this you are going a long way to prove you deserve this job."

I cried out as his hand slipped all the way into me. He slid his hand further into me as I panted in a half pain and half pleasure induced haze.

"Fuck! Your tight little pussy took it all."

I could feel his free hand stroking his cock against my leg and the image of this handsome guy with my future in one hand and cock in the other sent me over the edge. My hips bucked as his hand pumped my pussy hard as I slid closer and closer to cumming all over his hand. Suddenly he pulled his hand out of my soaked cunt and pushed his fingers into my mouth.

"Clean them off," he breathed as his cock slipped into my bruised wet hole. I screeched as my pussy was stretched wide all over again and lapped at his fingers. I still hadn't seen his cock knew it had to be a good size if my aching pussy felt like it was being torn all over again. My head could barely keep track of what was happening and I tried to focus on licking his fingers clean of all my wetness.

Without warning he reached for a large binder and jammed it under my tummy. He pulled his now wet cock out of my pussy and started to work it into my ass. I groaned in pain as his wide cock pushed further in. I tried to distract myself from the pain by focusing on cleaning and sucking his lean fingers.

"Aww, baby girl, just a little more. You can take a little more in that tight little ass can't you? I'm sure you can even do it quietly without all the whimpering and sobbing."

I took a solid clean breath and tried not to make a sound. He groaned as he cock slid in and out of my tight tender ass. At regular intervals I could hear and feel him spit onto my ass to help his cock slide even further in. I panted and concentrated on my job of licking his palm, fingers and hand. I could smell and feel the stickiness of my pussy juice and spit all over my face.

"Such a good little girl, I bet you want to cum don't you."

Silently, I nodded my head.

"You don't think it is fair that you cum first though do you?"

"No sir, I will come when you tell me to," I breathed. I wanted to give myself to this guy -- I wanted him to control me. The thought of him controlling when and if I came made me even that much more turned on.

"Such a pretty girl with your makeup all runny and smeared because you fucked the boss in your interview," he groaned as he pumped deeper and deeper into me. "The only thing that would be prettier is my cum all over those pink lips."

With that he pulled out of my ass and brought his cock up into my line of vision. It was a thick easy 8" cock obviously hard and seemed to get bigger as he stroked. Without being asked I opened my mouth wide and looked up at him try to read the look on his face. Our eyes locked and he started to groan deeply and faster pumping his cock with his hand even harder. I felt the ribbons of cum stream across my face in huge wet spasms. I licked at the cum that gushed into my mouth and licked my lips to get the drops from there too. When Andrew ran his fingers through the strings on my cheeks I lapped at his fingers with my eager tongue and felt a pang of disappointment when he pulled his fingers away from my mouth.

Silently he unlocked my restraints and I moved to sit myself up.

"Oh we're not done yet my baby girl. I have a few more things in mind before I send you on your way."

I groaned and my belly tightened with excitement at the prospect of another round of proving my unquestioning compliance to my potential boss's needs. As much as I ached, my mind raced with notions of what he could have planned next.

"Give me your hand," he said.

I held out my hand, he grabbed it and pulled me up. The entire room smelled of sweaty sex, it made the air heavy and heady. I felt almost drunk from the thrill of giving myself to a virtual stranger. I watched him as he opened one of the drawers to his filing cabinet and pulled out a fluffy towel.

"There's a shower stall in the washroom down the hall, second door you can't miss it," he said tossing me the towel. "Take your time, have a shower and get cleaned up. Do you have make-up with you?"

"Yes, the basics a bit of powder and lip gloss," I answered.

He reopened the drawer and pulled out a small black bag.

"This should help," he said handing me the bag. "We're going on a little outing so make yourself up pretty, baby girl."

Without questioning, I headed down the hall and found the shower easily. The bathroom was huge and obviously not used often judging by the sparkling fixtures and slight cleaning product smell. I turned the shower and adjusted the temperature until it was nice and hot. My body ached and the hot water limbered me up again. 

I scrubbed myself clean from tip to toe while the smell of the yummy honey soap from the shower filled my nose. I washed off every bit of makeup, cum and sweat from my face knowing full well that a clean face was in all likelihood only temporary. I gingerly washed my raw pussy and ass feeling sure that if anyone would inspect either spot it would be Andrew.

I turned the shower off and grabbed the fluffy towel to dry myself. I opened the door of the bathroom to let some of the steam out. The cold rush of air teased my nipples back to attention. My mind replayed the last two hours in my head as I towel dried my hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. I put on my powder make up and opened up the black bag. It was filled with high end packets of eye shadow, liner and lipstick -- all unopened and all very bright. My overall style was preppy casual -- lip gloss was "dressed up" for me, so I struggled a bit with the black eyeliner and bright green, gold and fuchsia eye shadow. I had a sneaking suspicion that every item in the bag was meant to be opened and used -- so I did, lining my lips and applying deep red lipstick as precisely as I could.

The makeup looked great and as I tidied up the bathroom I admired how the shadow and liner made my already bright blue eyes seem even bluer. I walked back to the office naked to find Andrew redressed and the office clean. There was a tinge of sex smell still lurking, but unless you'd actually been in the room while we were fucking, you would have never known that just a few minutes ago I was strapped to that desk.

"Put the towel in here," he said holding out a cotton laundry bag. "I'm sending your things out for cleaning and have thrown out the stockings. Don't worry, I'll make sure you have plenty of replacement pairs baby girl, they looked amazing on those legs of yours so I'd be a fool not to. Here put this on."

He handed me a folded rectangle of fine mesh and discovered it was actually a tube dress. I slid the dress up over my full hips and then over my tits noticing that it barely covered either. The mesh itself was actually quite opaque, although I was sure there were parts that were less "opaque" than others. I felt very conscious and Andrew could tell as I fidgeted with the hem of the dress.

"Come here baby," he said motioning. "You look very pretty and this is a test. I need my go to girl to be able to do what I ask when I ask without question. You did a marvellous job with the makeup and brilliant first try."

He smoothed out the mesh of my dress and while it still seemed to ride really high on my thighs, it was manageable. Silently he unzipped the black makeup bag and took out the eye shadow. I closed my eyes without question and could feel him dusting the shadow on my eye lids.

"Done," he announced. "Such a pretty girl and so obedient. I think you have a lot of potential."

He slipped elastic out of my hair and tussled my damp hair. He tossed the makeup bag into my messenger bag and looped it over his shoulder with his briefcase. I took that signal that we were on our way and headed down the original hallway. After he closed the door, Andrew reached and grabbed my hand which made me jump a little.

"What? Can't I hold a pretty girl's hand," he smiled. "I can't have scared you off the job too much you're still here."

I didn't know if I was there still for the job or just to see what was next. He flagged down a cab, tossed in our two bags and held the door open for me as I slid in. Sliding in next to me he bent over and handed the cab driver some bills.

"Drive until I ask you to stop or tell you where we're going. Don't worry about the meter or my girlfriend and don't ask questions. If you can handle that, I'll make it well worth your while."

The driver flicked on the meter and we started driving. We hadn't gone more than two blocks before Andrew leaned into me.

"Close your eyes and don't you dare open them until I give you the word," he whispered.

I obeyed.

"Pull up here on the right, leave the meter on and make sure she doesn't open her eyes. She's very beautiful but sneaky -- tell me if she opens those baby blue eyes, okay."

I'm sure the cabbie though he was nuts, I thought to myself as I heard the car door open and close. I sat there, eyes closed listening to traffic trying to figure out where we were. I decided then and there I would make a really shitty blind person. The car door opened and I could sense his energy even before he sat back down.

"Okay drive," he said. "Did my girl open her eyes?"

"No sir she did not," mumbled the cabbie.

"You didn't bribe the nice man into lying for you did you," he asked.

"No, I sat here with my eyes closed the whole time," I stated, eyes still pressed shut.

"You have such pretty eyes, such a pretty mouth and I bet you make boys do all sorts of things for you," he continued as his hand started up my thigh. "You are a daddies girl aren't you? Would you like to open your eyes my girl?"

"If you wish sir," I whispered.

"Open them then," he said.

I opened my eyes to come face to face with a large and wide butt plug. I edged away as his hand tapped my thighs open. I relented a bit.

"Open them and oh yeah...change of plan," he commanded. "Panties off, give them to our friend in the front seat and do it nicely and politely like a proper lady."

I didn't argue that proper ladies probably didn't take their panties off in moving vehicles and hand them over to a stranger. I did however slide off the panties, fold them into a neat little square and lean forward to the driver.

"I would like you to have these as a token of appreciation for being a very good cab driver," I stated matter of factly.

Confused he accepted the gift and warned us about the camera that was recording everything.

"So it will see you put this in your pussy then, I guess," he said handing me the giant plug.

I whimpered knowing that it wasn't going to be easy to take this into me. Like the good boy scout he probably had been, he pulled out some lube and a small towel from his bag. He squirted the lube onto the plug in my hands and I smeared it all over. I opened my legs wide and started pressing the tip into me. As it got wider it got more and more painful.




The Interview



"I can't take anymore," I groaned.

"You're almost there, just a little push more and it will be all in your tight cunt," he whispered. I could hear him unzipping himself and knew he would be rock hard. I also knew he was jerking himself off watching me try to take this thing into me.

"Push! Just one more try and it will be there," he urged. I could feel his free hand over mine and before I could blink he pushed his hand down hard and the plug popped into my cunt. I screeched and cried out in blurry pain.

"Baby, you're being very dramatic. Just a few minutes ago I had my entire hand in there and you can't take this tiny little butt plug??"

His hand moved from the plug in my torn pussy to my clit. I was soaked from the lube and my own wetness so his fingers there felt amazing. The harder he rubbed my clit the wetter I seemed to get and more I craved his touch.

"Pull over anywhere, a parking lot whatever, just pull over," Andrew commanded.

The cabbie complied. Andrew grabbed my arm and threw the door open. Spinning me he pushed me over the trunk of the car.

"Come out here and watch if you want. Leave the meter going, don't worry."

The cabbie snuck around the side of the car like at any moment he would be shooed away. Andrew kept telling him to move closer and closer.

"Do you think she's beautiful," he asked.

"Yes, your girlfriend is a very beautiful woman," answered the cabbie.

"You would fuck her wouldn't you?"

"She is very pretty."

"That's not what I asked. I asked if you would fuck her. I saw you watching her with that plug. I bet you're hard now seeing her white ass spread and open. My guess is you'll go home and jerk off thinking about her."

"I would fuck her, yes," the cabbie muttered.

"Here I'll get her started for you," he said pushing my legs apart and sliding his cock right up into my raw ass. Despite the lube, I moaned in pain and total fullness. His cock was big on its own, combined with a huge plug in my cunt it bordered on unbearable...bordered. I found myself pressing back into him taking him deeper and deeper into my ass and with the plug filling my pussy I edged closer and closer to cumming.

Andrew pulled out and motioned to the cabbie.

"Okay, your turn," he said tossing the cabbie a condom.

Andrew came over and leaned down to my eye level.

"You look so pretty spread out for me. I'm going to let this guy make you cum hard I think you deserve it," he said as he stroked my hair. "I'm going to fuck your pretty little mouth while he does it though."

I heard the condom wrapper rustling stop and braced myself for the cabbie's cock. I opened my mouth wide as Andrew stuffed his cock into my mouth and started pumping. I was just getting used to the motion in my mouth when I felt the cabbie press his cock into me. I squealed as my as was forced open yet again. I could tell the cabbie was smaller than Andrew, but I was really tight to begin with and two brutal assaults didn't loosen me up. I howled as the cabbie found his rhythm and Andrew found set his own pace in my mouth. I slid my hand between my legs and started to rub my clit as I got fucked hard from both ends. I panted hard and the cabbie pounded into me pressing the butt plug higher into my cunt and my finger rubbed hard and fast over my clit imagining how another load of cum would taste. I moaned loud and deeply as I came all over the cabbie's cock. This sent him over the edge and he came deep in my ass.

I barely caught my breath as Andrew pulled out of my mouth and took the cabbies place in my ass, unlike the cabbie though he didn't bother with the condom. He pushed his cock into me hard and fast as I begged for more still running on the adrenalin from my own hard orgasm. Pumping into me easily he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

"Such a good little slut aren't you," he groaned. "I think I do have a use or two for you and this tight ass."

He barely pumped me three more times before I heard him groan loud and push into me as hard as he could. I felt his cock spasm deep inside me and as I came all over his cock knew there was a huge load filling me up my ass. He half collapsed from the release and I could feel the beat of his heart on my back.

I looked over and saw the cab driver redress and staring wide eyed at us both. Andrew stood himself up, pulled me up and we both dusted ourselves off, redressed and got back into the cab.

"Where do you live," he said as he adjusted his shirt cuff.

"Yonge and Eglinton."

"Let's take the young lady home," he said to the cabbie and without asking I gave him my address.

Turning his attention back to me, "it's a great area. Lots of parks and restaurants aren't there."

"I love the area," I replied.

"You did great tonight. I know you're going to be a little sore tomorrow, I think it was worth it though don't you?"

I really didn't know how to reply.

"Open your legs," he commanded.

I did, but couldn't imagine that he would be even close to ready to go for a third round. He reached between my legs and started to pull the butt plug out, which I had managed to forget about in my own throws of passion so to speak.

"Since you've been a good girl I think you deserve a little treat," he whispered. "Rub your cunt."

As I rubbed my tender clit, Andrew pushed the huge butt plug deep inside me again. My cunt was stretched and full as he fucked me with the plug. I moved my fingers faster and faster in time with his thrusts. I started moaning softly as my entire body started to vibrate closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it baby girl, let Daddy fuck you. You've been such a good girl today," he whispered.

That sent me over the edge. I moaned deep as my body shook with waves and waves of cum. With a swift single motion Andrew pulled the plug from my cunt and instantly I started squirting pulse after pulse of my own cum. My entire body was shaking and shivering in ways I had never felt before.

"Well, I guess we know that you really are a little Daddy's girl," he said with a smile. "You'll be a bit sore tomorrow, but I think you will agree that this was all worth it." 

I smiled back not knowing what to say.

"You are on a three month probation, you start Monday," he whispered into my ear. "There will be a courier package sent here for you tomorrow with your wardrobe requirements and your clothing allowance. I expect that you will find every thing on the list and substitutions are not an option. If you cannot find something, text me and I will suggest an alternate."

"Thank you sir you won't regret it," I said feeling a little awkward.

He opened the door for me and reached in to retrieve my bag.

"I've put the make up in your bag for you as well," he said. "I will tell you when, where and how much of it to wear so you must carry it with you at all times."

I nodded my head and put my bag over my shoulder.

"And here," he said handing me the butt plug. "A souvenir of tonight, use it frequently and think of this. And yes, I will ask you if you have." 



The Interview



This is my first ever story that I've written -- any and all feedback is much appreciated -- any suggestions and comments are also encouraged!

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Preparing for a job interview always gets me excited, even more so now as the economy is worsening and worsening. I know that I'm not the most skilled employee out there and god knows, there's thousands of women trying to become PAs, so getting to the in-person interview stage after hundreds of different applications is pretty exciting for me.

First thing I do when I wake up is to just is a very hot shower, this really helps me to wake up and get rid of the stiffness that I've built-up during the night. Then I slowly lather by body, I love the feeling of soap on my skin and sliding my hands up and down my body wakes me up in more ways than one.

I quickly stop myself from taking my dirty thoughts any further, it's been a while since I had a boyfriend and I seem to be touching myself more and more lately to make up for the lack of his hands, but today is not a day for messing about, I need to get ready for this interview.

I decide that, in order to be completely confident, I need to feel amazing. To do that, I need to make sure I look and feel my best. Reaching for the shaving cream I start to lather up my legs, underarms and... after thinking about it for a minute, between my legs. I rarely shave myself down there, usually keeping myself trim but not bare, but today needs something special. I know how sexy it makes me feel to have the cloth of my underwear rub against my bare skin, so I decide to go completely bare.

Stepping out of the shower afterwards I feel a little bit of a chill, so I wrap myself tightly in a warm towel. I quickly dry my long black hair and pin it up with a few pieces loose at the front, I want to look professional but not severe. Then I focus on my makeup, I always tend to wear minimal makeup, I have nothing to hide and my skin has blessedly been clear for most of my life, so it only take a few quick touches for me to be happy with my appearance.

Onto the clothes, I've already laid out a neat black slightly-above-the-knee skirt, a crisp creamy blouse with matching black jacket but now I need to decide on my underwear. Wearing sexy underwear to important meetings has always made me feel more confident, my breasts have always been large, at 36DD most of my life, so I have expensive tastes in well fitting sexy underwear. I select a smooth red bra and pair it with a matching thong. I smile to myself thinking how no one would expect me to have such sexy underwear under such a sombre suit. All I need to complete the look is to add a garter belt and stockings, these are a very special treat for me, paid for with some of the last of my savings, but I know the boost this kind of secret-wear will give me in the interview. Adding black heels to the outfit completes the look. I'm not always that confident in heels, I've been taller than most of my counterparts always, but I know the extra inches in height will make for a better impression.





When I arrive for the interview I'm dismayed to see a room full of waiting girls, and even more dismayed when I find out that I'm going to be last to be interview. Initially I think it'll be pointless to stay since they'll probably already have made their minds up, but I'm really getting low on funds, too many more weeks out of work will mean packing up and moving back home, and that would mean I had failed... and that is something I never want anyone to know about.

So, instead I focus on reviewing my CV, trying to remember key instances where I was particularly useful in my old jobs, and decide that being last means more of a chance that they will remember me. Sneaking another glance up at a leaving candidate, I see her face is a little crumpled, muttering to herself what an asshole the interviewer was. This makes me even more nervous! I had hoped for a kindly boss like in my last job, one who respected what I did but didn't micro-manage my day-to-day work.

Slowly the interviewees trickle out, and it's almost 5 by the time my name is called. I rush to reception and the receptionist assures me that it'll be only a few more moments and I'll be called directly from the office as her hours are over and she has to get home. I sit once again, my legs are slightly shaking so I cross them and try to breath deeply and relax. I have only one chance to make a good impression and I can't blow it. My hands are shaking a little, and I notice my skirt has ridden up a little when I crossed my legs, so I tug on the end to pull it down. Just as I do so I hear a coughing sound from in front of me. My eyes immediately jump upwards and I realise that my interviewer is waiting for me, he's older than I am and he has a gaze that seems to see right through my clothes, "If you're ready..?", he says, casting a long glace at my legs and then he turns and walks into the room. Glancing down I realise that from where he stood he had a perfect view of my stocking tops. Silently cursing myself and my 'dress sexy' superstitions, I jump up and rush in.

The room is not what I expected, I was expecting a meeting room, but this is a personal office. I glance quickly at the stranger in front of me and he merely raises an eyebrow. I swallow and ask "Is this for the interview? It's just I was expected a meeting room..." and my voice trails off. "This is the right place, I like for my prospective employee to see the environment she'll be expected to work in.", he says, seating himself at the large desk. I glance around and see there is a smaller desk off to one side. I start to reply "Oh, I didn't realise it was such a small area, I thought..." but he cuts me off saying "If this is unacceptable for you then please, leave now and don't waste any of my time." He's starting to look irritated. I'm feeling off-balance, already breathless from rushing in and now feeling awkward for saying the wrong thing.

"No, of course not, this is perfect, I pride myself on being adaptable to any situation," I say as I seat myself in front of him.

"Oh, how adaptable is that then?", I swear that he's smirking a little bit as he says that and he glances once again at my figure, but I respond: "Very much so, I was involved in a restructuring..." and on the interview goes. After several minutes of reviewing my CV and asking some simple questions he stands up and thanks me for my time. I'm devastated, I know that such a short interview has little or no chance of being successful, and I'm determined not to be dismissed, so I ask him: "Is there nothing else you need to ask me? I'm sure I have relevant experience..."

He looks at me and shakes his head, explaining in no uncertain terms that there are both more experienced and more confident candidates already lined up for the job. "But, I, I am sure that I am just as good as anyone else..." I stutter, I'm really nervous now, but I press onwards, if there's no hope I need to know now, "What skills am I missing? What can I do to pursuade you that I am definitely the right candidate for the job?"

Once again I feel his gaze bruising over my skin, and I blush at the intensity of his look, "oh really, will you do ANYTHING...?" and keep solid eye contact. I bite my lip, shocked that I am reduced to this kind of bargaining, but not above using my body to get ahead. I mean, I'm happy to accept drinks from guys at the bar, what's so different about a little flirting with a prospective boss? Maintaining eye contact, I stand up a little straighter, "yes, I will go the extra mile to make sure I am successful."

He chuckles, "Oh I don't think it will be a mile, but you're forgetting something -- in this room you need to address me as Sir", there's a hard gleam to his eye but I quickly say "of course... Sir." He looks at me, "Come around here", he gestures to just in front of his chair, I stand and walk towards him, I'm a little bit wary but I know there's little choice left if I really am to stand a chance of getting this job.

"Turn around"

I stop just in front of him and start to slowly turn, he grabs my arm and says "are you forgetting something?", I quickly thing and say "sorry Sir, of course I'll turn Sir."

He nods, seemingly pleased at my new tone and leans back as I turn around slowly.

"Walk to the door and back"

This is starting to feel a little bit odd, but his eyes hot on my back and legs is actually starting to turn me on, I feel the warming sensation between my legs which has been unrelieved all day. I walk slowly to the door with a slight swagger and back. He nods at me and continues to look me up and down.

"Now, if I hired you, what do you think is your best asset to me?", I think for a moment and taking into account the lusty look in his eyes and the way his pants are starting to bulge, I decide there's only one approach left: "well, I think my ability to see to your needs would be the most important thing I could bring to the job, Sir"

He looks back up at me, standing in front of him, "In that case, let's have a little skills test... you can begin now." I know what he wants so I don't disappoint him. Dropping to my knees I look up at him as I reach for his pants, he nods then leans back and waits for my hands to brush over his cock through his pants. I rub against it lightly at first, then with more and more pressure. He groans a little and his cock seems to press harder and harder against his pants. Clearly he's happy with what he's seen of me so far, now to make a lasting impression.

Opening the zipper on his pants I reach in and retrieve his hardening cock, he's almost completely hard and I can see the pre-cum start to glisten at the tip of his head. Taking one last deep breath I lower my mouth on his waiting cock, it's larger than I had been expecting and it fills my mouth pretty quickly, getting harder and harder with every stroke of my mouth. Determined to make his cum quickly, I pull every trick I know for pleasing men orally to mind, using my tongue to probe all around the head of his cock, using suction and sliding my mouth up and down alternatively to make him quiver. I find it hard to believe but I'm getting wetter between my own legs, I feeling really sexy seeing how hard he is. Suddenly I feel his hands on my hair as he moans out loud, I can feel from the tension in his legs and body that I've having the right affect on him. Suddenly his cock throbs hard and I'm hit with his cum in my mouth. Even if I wanted to pull away he's using his hands to hold my mouth tight against him. He hold my head against him until his cock starts to soften and I hear him say "I want to make sure you understand, there is absolutely no mess allowed in this room, understand?" I nod and he releases his grip. True to his instructions as I pull my mouth back I lick all around his cock making sure there's no mess. I'm tingling between my own legs, but I know that I shouldn't let that distract me now.

I sit back on my ankles and prepare to walk to bathroom or to find a tissue to dispose of the cum in my mouth, he notices me looking around and says "No, I want you to swallow everything I've just given you. Now." His tone broaches no argument, so I swallow quickly and say "Thank you Sir" and stand up quickly.

"Now, let's discuss your other skills.... presentation is very important to me, I can tell from the way you are dressed that it is important to you too." His eyes are glued to my skirt and I know he's referring to my stockings. "Well yes, Sir, I feel strongly about putting out the best look." The way he looks at me, with such lust and inspection, makes me even more turned on. I'm shocked at myself for finding such a controlling man attractive, but my pussy seems to have bypassed my brain and be focused purely on lust.

He looks to the floor beside the desk where there are papers piled up and indicates towards them, "would you mind gathering these up and putting them on my desk?" I walk over to the papers and realise I can approach this a few ways, but I know the one that will have maximum effect, so I lean over slow towards the paper, knowing that my skirt will ride up a little bit exposing the tops of my stockings and a glimpse of flesh. A slight intake of breath from you makes me feel more confident as I continue to bend and pick things up and place them on your desk.

He coughs a little, "yes, about presentation, I need to see how well you prepared for today's interview, can you explain what special steps you took to prepare?" I know we're past talking about my CV, and I'm beginning to feel more confident as I get more and more turned on. "Oh, I decided to make sure I was looking at my best, and wore things that made me feel confident." His eyes are really burning through my clothes now, and in a quick decision I sit on the edge of his desk, facing him.

His face turns dark "I did NOT give you permission to sit." I jump up, my pussy feels like its tightening with lust and quickly say "Sir, I'm sorry. I just wanted to show you something, I'm sorry Sir, may I sit?" His eyes soften a little, "yes, you may".

So I sit back on the edge of his desk and start to slowly spread my legs, pulling my skirt upwards as I do so. I can see this has gotten his attention, he sits up straighter in his chair and pulls it a little close towards me. For my part, I'm starting to think I can feel my wetness soaking through my panties. Soon I have have my legs fully spread, the little material from my thong is stretched across my pussy, and it is definitely wet through. I can see his interest growing. "Take those panties off now and resume the same position." I jump to obey his words, wondering how I can become so subservient to him so quickly, but his tone does not give me the idea that I can hesitate. I stand and pull my panties off, stepping out of them as they fall to the floor. He reaches over and scoops them up and tucks them into his pocket.

I start to smile but he barks out: "You are NOT in the same position as you were, I need to show you what happens to an employee who is disobedient. Go over to the PA desk and lean over the desk." This time I rush to do what he says, leaning over the desk and wondering what he's going to do next. My pussy is practically vibrating at his words, I don't know when I last felt as turned on as I do now but know that it's a long time ago.

I barely have time to think when I feel his hands pulling up my skirt and tucking it at the sides. I'm embarased now because my pussy is completely bare to him at this angle, and I can feel the juices starting to wet my legs now I have no panties on. "Ah, so you do like this my slut?" he says, immediately I am shocked, thinking I'm NOT a slut... but then I realise that I'm lying with my pussy exposed for a stranger who's name I don't even know. I AM acting like a slut. But I need this job... and now... well this feels good.

"Yes Sir, I do." I respond and he quickly answers, "You did not respond quickly enough to my request earlier, you must call me master unless I tell you otherwise. Now slut, I am going to give you a spanking to make sure you do not forget to obey me in time. Obeying me and accepting and learning from punishment is a required skill to work under me, do you understand? If you do not wish to work for me you may leave now." I think quickly, even if this does not get me the job, I'm so turned on I don't think I could leave if I wanted to. "I understand master"

"Five spankings. Count them out." His hand lands firmly across the crease between my legs and my ass, catching my pussy lips in the process. My ass flares with the sudden burning sensation and I cry out: "one Master, ooh", even my pussy lips are tingling.

His hand crashes down again, this time bring it down firmly on my left ass cheek. This is a more direct hit and I can feel the skin raising bring red in response, "aaahh. oh. two", somehow this spanking only serves to make me wetter.

"How should you address me, slut? Looks like that one doesn't count."

"oh no Sir, I mean Master, I'm sorry Master" I'm frozen now, not sure what to do or say, but not wanting you to stop. I wait in anticipation of the next strike. Which comes down, just as hard as the last, but on my right ass cheek this time. I can't help but scream a little. Immediately I'm appologising, "sorry Master, three Master"

"Three? Oh no. That was two again. Remember that one didn't count? I guess we have to try for number two a third time. Be careful not to make a mistake again, or else I'll think you aren't taking this interview seriously"

"Sorry Master" I'm trembling harder now, but I'm just getting more and more turned on too

He brings his hand down hard again, splitting across both ass cheeks at once with a loud crack. 

"OHHHHHHH, two Master"

"That's a good whore." I stiffen up, whore is a word that I don't like hearing, but he chuckles again and runs his hand down along my pussy, feeling how wet and turned on I am, massaging me just enough that his hand gets soaked with my juices. "If you think you're not a whore then why are you dripping wet onto my desk as I spank you?" I know he's right, I am a whore today, a whore for him and his touch which gets me wetter than I've ever been. I'm dying to touch myself but know that I need to see out my punishment first or else this will all have been for nothing.



I swear I feel and hear the wind whistling as he slaps the top of my left thigh, the wetness of his hand from my juices makes the sound even louder and it stings that much more. He sounds so proud as he says "Now you're branded like the slut whore you are." I can only imagine the clear red hand print he has left on me, but rather than be shocked and outraged, I'm merely upset that his hand didn't reach back to my pussy again.

"three Master", I'm gasping now, the tinging is constant inside and the wetness from my pussy is dripping down the inside of my legs towards the table.

Very quickly, not letting me relax too much, he brings his hand back and strikes against that same area that he spanked the first time, capturing my now very sensitive pussy lips, the top of my thighs and the bottom of my ass. But this time he hits even harder. His hand must be stinging as well. "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. four. ah. Master. Sir, oh Sir please"

"Please what, my toy?" I'm squirming on top of the desk now, I'm maddenly turned on, "please Master, don't stop"

With that, he rubs my cunt with his hand again, getting it as wet as he can and then spreading my wetness around the area just slapped. "Beg me for your last spanking." he says.

I know I should be humiliated, but that doesn't stop me from begging: "oh please Master, please punish me for not obeying you fast enough, please make my pussy sting"

While I'm begging, his hand is continuly rubbing my dripping wetness around my ass and thighs. Only when I finish begging do he finally pull his hand back and seemingly with all the strength he can muster does it land, aiming squarely for my now swelling and red pussy lips. My entire body moves forward against the desk this time from the force of it.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH, oh oh oh oh oh" I'm panting and half crying, my body shakes and shakes, my pussy is tingling inside and stinging and tingling outside, I know I need to speak but I'm not able to get the words out.

"You had best count that one, slut. Or do you need another one to remind you?"

"ONE ONE ONE, Master, sorry Master"

"That was five. I guess you lost count. Does that mean I need to start over?"

I'm horrified with myself, "no Master, i was counting down"

"Funny how you started counting down with the last one. Count it right this time." 

He puts the same force into my next spanking, again making my whole body jerk forward, giving me very little warning to prepare this time. His hand feels warm and hot from spanking me and my tender ass and pussy feel like they are on fire.




The Interview



I hate off-season workouts. I hate them with a passion. I mean, I know I have to stay in shape even when the team isn't playing, but that doesn't mean it's a whole lot of fun. Trying to stay on a team when you're my age is tough. All these young kids figure they can come on in and kick the old man's ass. The only way to keep it from getting kicked is to be in better shape than they are and use your smarts to beat their youth. 

And smarts is where it's at. You don't have time to think about things. You just have to react and make the right moves when the openings present themselves. Of course that goes for everything in life, and what happened recently made me hate off-season workouts a whole lot less.

I've been with the team since they've been around, and that's a pretty long time. After nearly 15 years, I'm the next thing to a coach, so when the off-season comes around I can work out whenever I want since I have my own set of keys to the place. I can come in during evenings and do the things I need to do to keep my aging body from collapsing once the season gets here.

That night I had just finished a really punishing upper body workout. Curls, chest press, butterfly, the whole nine yards. I was totally wasted out, sitting there wearing nothing but compression shorts and sweat when I heard the door to the locker room open up. I looked up to see who the hell would walk in this time of night. Wouldn't be anyone from the front office, since 9-to-5 is their deal in the offseason.

And it wasn't. This woman walked through the door, carrying a notebook, a small tape recorder and a digital camera. I still have manners, so I stood up as she walked through the door. She was on the short side, but not little, built like I like 'em. You know, nice tits, not some skinny little thing but a woman that looks like a woman. And even better, she was about my age. The young ones look good, but they're a waste of time, since they can't carry on a conversation and likely couldn't carry on much else when it comes down to it.

Ah, the reporter's notebook. Great. I hate dealing with print types, since they ask the dumbest damned questions, and keep asking 'em over and over, then they misquote you when they write their piece for the paper. On the other hand, she looked way better than the usual run of print weenies we see during the season. I liked her auburn hair, and the confident way she walked, and oh yeah, nice rack. Just being up front here. She certainly was. 

She came up to me an introduced herself as a writer for a website that I'd never heard of. "We're trying to break through the noise by being a little edgy," she said. "In fact, womenontheedge.com is about women looking for new and exciting things. I have to be honest. I'm trying to break through and get a more prominent role, and I immediately thought of you."

That had me confused. "How in the world am I on the edgy side of things?" I asked. "I mean, I'm not exactly a kid here. I'm in my 40's playing on a minor league indoor football team. I'm not exactly pinup material. We're talking a gray-hair playing football here. How's that going to get women excited?"

"That's my job to create the excitement," she said. "You underestimate yourself. You've become an institution in this town, and it's a tough town to bond with. You're good at what you do, and you're better looking than you give yourself credit for." She smiled.

Oho, I thought. The game's afoot, to misquote Sherlock Holmes. I realized that this could get interesting before it was all said and done. "Okay, we'll see where this goes. Yeah, I've been around a while and I'm pretty good at what I do, and I've been doing it in the same place for a very long time. Fire away."

She sat on one of the benches, so I sat on the same bench facing her. She started the recorder, set it down, then got out a pen and opened the note pad. "First off, why are you still playing after all of these years? Football of any kind really takes a toll on the body, and you're still going pretty strong, and the body seems to be in pretty good shape."

"Thanks. You're not so bad yourself," I said with an eyebrow wiggle. She just gave a half-smile, but I could tell my remark had the desired effect. "Listen, to play the game this long means you have to love it. It's in my blood. And quite frankly, I have the perfect body type to play interior defensive line."

"How's that?" she asked. "You're big but not all that tall."

"When you're filling the inside hole on the run, height can be a disadvantage. It's about leverage. Too big doesn't work. What you need to fill it up inside the line is girth. I'm wide and strong and that's what fills the holes on defense. When I play inside, that's what I'm there for, to fill the hole properly to get the job done."

She bit her upper lip slightly while she took notes. I could have sworn she was sneaking a peak at my compression shorts. If she was, she could tell that I was getting somewhat interested in our conversation and whatnot. Especially the whatnot. 

"That makes perfect sense to me, and I'm not all that up on football." She paused. "Next question. You've been a starter here most of the time you've been with the team, but not the whole time. Tell me about how you got your job back a couple of years ago."

"This could take a while. You can tell I just got done working out with weights, right?" She nodded. "You might wonder why I pump so much iron when the season is still four months away. Here's why.

"I started getting complacent about five years ago. I'd been starting for so long I was taking things for granted and started slacking off. I felt like I was still doing a good job and going strong, so I wasn't doing all the things I'd done in the past to make sure that the job was mine. The team was struggling a bit, and things weren't going that well, but I wasn't paying attention to that. I was in my own little world.

"That's when they signed someone that played my spot. He was completely different from me, taller and not as big. He talked a good game, and sure looked good physically. But he was what we call a shells player. Looking good in helmet and shorts is one thing. Looking good in full pads and in the game is a whole 'nother deal.

"Like I said, he talked a good game. He was a big-time bullshitter as a matter of fact, and wound up weaseling his way into the lineup and getting some of the snaps I should have been getting. I had been struggling a little bit, so there he was taking advantage of that fact. Seeing him out there was like a knife in my heart. That was my spot he was trying to take.

"Only thing was, he was struggling even more than I was, but the coach didn't see it that way. He'd gone out on a limb to sign this guy, so he got more and more reps and snaps than I did, and before you knew it, he was in a position to take my job away completely.

"Oh man, was that a wake-up call. I realized how much I had been slacking off and that forced me to take a look at myself. I didn't like what I saw. I'd gotten fat and lazy, and at that point I vowed never to let that happen again. 

"So I hit the weight room, renewed my commitment to the team and to playing the game like I should, and I called him out in practice. And guess what? He folded like a cheap tent. He couldn't stand the pressure, couldn't stand the competition. But it took a while for the coach to see it.

"Then I got my break. He'd been talking smack, but let loose a little tidbit and I did some research. Turned out he'd jumped a contract with a team in another league. It wasn't much of a team, and the situation here was a whole lot better for him, but under league rules he wasn't eligible to play. Once I let the coach know, that piece of shit was gone. Jumped on his motorcycle and got the hell out of town as fast as he could go.

"He wound up costing the team big time. They didn't have to pay compensation to his old team. They were so desperate they took him back without question. But there was a fan backlash to what had almost happened to me. I got an apology and a big thank you from the coach for hanging in there and letting him know the real score, and that was good enough for me.

"Since then, I realized that the only reason I was challenged was that I got lazy and made damn sure it wouldn't happen again. So that's why I'm working like a dog four months from the opening of training camp. There is no off-season anymore, not for me." 

"Okay then, does the tattoo on your chest have something to do with it?" she asked. She reached out and touched it, running her hand down the length of the artwork which surprised the hell out of me. Not that I was complaining. It sure got my attention. "It's really nice, certainly colorful. Let me get a picture of it." She leaned back and took a couple of shots of my chest as I talked. 

"Thanks. It's a phoenix rising from the ashes, as you can see. And you can feel that the artist did a really good job on it. I figured that my close call needed to be commemorated, so every time I looked in a mirror after getting undressed I'm reminded that I need to be on my toes all day, every day to preserve my position. It's my only tat. I figured if I'm going to get one, it's going to mean something." I paused. 

"I can also tell you it hurt like hell. Three hours of being rubbed with 100 grit sandpaper is a good description."

"Oh, I know exactly what you mean. Getting a tattoo can really hurt." I took another look at her. She was wearing a Henley-type shirt that showed off her ample chest and left a good amount of cleavage. It also revealed a little heart tattoo on her upper left breast. Nice tattoo. Nice breast.

I pointed at the tat. "Somehow I don't think that took three hours," I said. 

She laughed. "No, that one took about 45 minutes to do, and yes it hurt. My other one took a lot longer."

Oh yeah. This was getting interesting. "You have another tattoo? I'd love to see it."

"Now wait a minute. It's on my back above my shoulder blade and I'd have to take off my shirt to show you."

"Fine by me," I said. "I have no objection to that. Look at me. We've been talking now for about ten minutes, and all I'm wearing is a pair of compression shorts. Fair is fair. I'm showing you mine. You show me yours."

"You are such a Guy. Fine." She was acting huffy, but she overdid it. I knew she wanted to take off her shirt and show me her artwork. I knew I was going to get to see more, and I was ready for it. 

She stood up and peeled off the shirt, and I got a better look at her tits. Oh my. D cups. Definitely what I like. Definitely. She turned after the shirt came off, but I could tell she hesitated so I could get a good look at her first. It was good, and it was a look. And the tattoo was a really nice one, a little devilette on her right shoulder, just above the shoulder blade. I stood up.

"Nice," I said. "Very nice. Good color, great artwork. Naughty Girl, hunh? You've got a little devil on your shoulder telling you to be naughty. I like that." I placed my hand on her back and stroked her tattoo, in similar fashion to the way she had touched me. Her skin was warm, and she gave a little shiver as my hand caressed her skin. And I felt something like an electrical charge run up my arm. It made my breath catch momentarily as the sensation hit me. I could tell she noticed. 

She turned around, but slowly, as my hand rested on the top of her shoulder. Whoa. The feel of her skin had me a little bit dazed, and I thought I saw a similar look in her eyes. There was another pause, but then she cleared her throat and retrieved her notepad and broke the mood. 

We both sat down on the bench, but this time we were both straddling the bench. I really liked the way the atmosphere had changed. Her body language was much more open, shall we say. And she made no move to put her shirt back on. I liked that, too, a whole lot.

"So, what's made you so successful here? You get the crowds fired up, and the team has won a title recently."

I smiled at her. "Thanks for the compliment. Some of it is working with what God gave me and making the most of it. Some of it is being smart about things. But I credit plain old hard work with most of it. Doing all the little things right and concentrating on fundamentals makes the big things happen"

"I guess the hard work part of it was what you were doing here today."

"Exactly. Pumping iron for an hour and a half can get boring. But you just do what you have to do now so you can reap the rewards later down the road."

"Why don't you show me your workout routine? I can get a few shots for the story while you explain things to me." She stood up and grabbed her stuff.

I got up as well, and began walking to the weight room. As I passed her, I put my left hand on the small of her back to guide her, and she leaned into it just a tad. I really started liking the body language. "We have a couple of machines, and a whole lot of free weights. I'm not going to load things up since I just got done, but I can do a couple of reps on whatever you need so you can get your pictures. Do you need me to change back into my workout stuff?"

She laughed. "No, what you have on now is perfect. This is supposed to be edgy, right? You look good to me."

I walked over to the dumbbells and picked up a couple of the lighter ones. "How about bicep curls? Work for you?"

"Yeah," she said and started taking pictures. I noticed that she backed up a little and was shooting from behind me, getting the reflection of me in the mirror, in what I figured was a head-to-toe shot. She moved around, closer with each picture, the last on one knee about a foot behind me. "Got it," she said. "How about something else, like that one over there." She motioned to the bench press.

I walked over and prepared to do a few reps. As I started, she again began taking pictures. But instead of standing behind me, she stood near my feet, and began backing up. I became uncomfortably aware that I was just wearing compression shorts and that left my bulge prominent, especially from the angle she was standing at. I paused with the weight in the air, and saw her lick her lips ever so slightly. And you can guess what that did to the bulge.

I put the bar back in the cradle. "Like what you got so far?" I asked as I sat upright. 

She nodded and walked over to me. "Do you work out as intensely during the season?"

"No. The whole idea is to build up to game day and save your energy for the important stuff. You want to really go hard on the weights early in the week, and go hard on the field on the weekend."

"So I guess, off the field, the idea would be the same during the season, right?"

"Essentially. You take good care of yourself and save your energy for the weekend."

She smiled at me and said "Now we start getting a little more personal if you don't mind." I nodded. "I remember reading that boxers won't have sex anywhere from two to six weeks before they have a fight to maintain an aggressive edge. How do you handle this? Do you do something like that during the season?"

An opening I wasn't about to pass up. I laughed and said, "You're not kidding about getting personal. Tell you what, I'll answer your question but we're going to have to get on a level playing field around here. I'm sitting here wearing almost nothing. You get rid of those jeans and then we'll talk about this. Not until."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Nope. Let's even things up. You want my answer, don't you?" Here we were -- time to see how this would play out. "It will make your story more edgy, right?"

I could see her face start to flush, and I knew what her answer would be. "Fine. If that's what it takes, what the hell." She gave me a challenging stare, looking straight into my eyes, kicked off her shoes, unzipped her pants and peeled them off and tossed them on the floor. "Satisfied?" she said rather sharply and took two steps forward so she was maybe standing a foot away from me. Her tits were at my eye level. Her breathing had shallowed a bit, either from nervousness or perhaps something else.

"That's much better," I said with a smile. "Much better. Very nice. You might have noticed I'm a little older than the other guys, and that means I'm a little more picky about things. Not being attached to anyone right now means this is more theoretical than anything else, but I stay away from having sex starting the day before a game. Getting laid is great, but I get a little too relaxed and I need to be keyed up just a bit to really cut loose on the football field. I'm glad we're in the off-season right now."

"Why is that?"

"Then I wouldn't be able to do this." I then stood up, put my hand on her lower back and planted a kiss on her lips. At first she tried to push away, but about two seconds in I felt her sigh and lean into the kiss. In fact, her tongue slipped into my mouth first, and then we both stepped up the pace. After about ten seconds, my hand slid down to her ass at the same time she wrapped her arms around me. She pulled even closer and I felt her hand dip past the waistband of my shorts. She let out a moan. 

That's when I broke things off and leaned back and looked her in the eye. "I'm sure you'd like to know more about this, wouldn't you."

"Yes," she said rather huskily. "Yes, I would."

"I know what I like. I like woman around my own age because I want to be able to carry on a conversation." My hand moved up from her ass and I unsnapped her bra with two quick motions and tossed it aside. "I also like a woman that looks like a woman. I love tits that are nice and full like yours. They're perfect for sucking on." 

I sat down on the bench, pulling her closer and taking her right nipple into my mouth and gently sucking on it. She made a little gasping noise as I began to caress the nipple with my tongue, swirling it around and flicking it while massaging both tits with my hands. I lifted my head and flicked it with my tongue and began swirling it around her areola as her nipple stiffened even more. I then shifted my attention to the left side and repeated the process. She placed her right hand behind my head, pressing me even closer as her breathing became more rapid.

My hands moved to her waist, and I began to slide her panties down her legs. Her arousal was obvious, as the crotch of the panties had a stain, and I breathed in the aroma of her excitement. My head moved down her torso, kissing her belly, tongue flicking out and touching her sensitive skin. She quivered with each touch, her hand still placed firmly on the back of my head as she began pushing it down toward her wet pussy.

I stopped and looked up at her face, flushed pink with desire. "I also like a woman with a nicely trimmed pussy just like yours. It makes it so much easier to taste and lick and eat." She let out another moan. "Do lady reporters like having their pussy eaten?"

"Oh God yes," she said. "Please." I sank to my knees to get a better angle, as she spread her thighs wider while still standing. My tongue darted out, touching her clitoris and she shivered a little. I leaned back and drank in her scent. It was almost sweet and I couldn't hold out anymore and slid my tongue up and down the labia, probing ever so slightly each time I worked it along the slit. I found the hole with little trouble, and with her juices flowing I slid my tongue inside her pussy and began swirling. 

Each time I stiffened my tongue and went a little deeper. She again grasped the back of my head with her right hand, her left firmly grasping my shoulders for balance and moaned and rocked at my inroads to her inner being. I sensed her bending her head back, and I stopped, and stood up and looked her in the eye. "Your turn."

She didn't hesitate. Her hands grabbed my shorts and she peeled them down my legs. My now stiffened dick slipped free and extended out to its full near 7-inch length. She finished sliding the shorts to the floor and I stepped free from them as she grasped me and began sliding her hand up and down. "Why did you pick me as a subject," I asked breathlessly.




The Interview



She looked up at me with the kind of eye contact that every man dreams of -- half-lidded with desire and with an expression that seemed to ache with the need to engulf my cock with her lips. "I picked you because you have a nice ass, and great legs. And I really like this leg." And then she went to work.

The feeling was exquisite. It had been a long time since I'd gotten any, and I'd never felt anything like this in my entire life. Everything she did was designed to send me through the roof without actually exploding -- the licking, the sucking, the tongue swirling around the glans and the head, the sight of her head bobbing then stopping. When she stopped I let out a small cry, then cried out again when she began to lick and suck on my balls. She then shifted back to the shaft itself. Bobbing once, twice, then stopping.

I couldn't believe it, then I realized she knew exactly what she was doing, and what state she'd left me in. I was amazed, because I realized I'd left her shaking in the same physical state just moments before. She gave me a small smile, and then I smiled back.

"I guess we're getting back to talking football, aren't we?" I asked.

"That's right," she said. "There's still work to do here." She grabbed her camera, and we walked back shakily into the locker room itself. My dick was still stiff as a board, and I could see her erect nipples and see the juices glistening in her trimmed pubic hair. This one was tough, and I knew this whole experience could be epic. She stopped, turned, and took a picture of me, erection and all. "Probably won't make the story. This one's for me."

"You bet it is," I answered.

She took a deep breath. "Let's talk a little more football, shall we? What makes you such a great defensive lineman? Show me some of your moves."

"There's a better place for it than here. Let's go into the trainer's room. There are mirrors there so you can see exactly what I'm doing and all the little nuances that go into things."

The trainer's room had a cabinet on the wall opposite the door. To the right was a padded trainer's table, with mirrors affixed to all four walls opposite the table to give the trainer the reverse angle on what he was doing when taping ankles or doing a treatment for an injury. For what I had in mind, it was perfect. She brought in her recorder and her camera and put them on the trainer's table and within easy reach.

We stood in a good size area alongside the table, about six feet on each side. Seeing her naked from every angle in each of the mirrors was amazing. I had to focus hard getting things right, and believe you me, it wasn't easy to do.

"You'll be the offensive lineman in this demonstration, okay? Stand with your feet apart, just a little wider than shoulder width and bend forward a little at the waist." I could see her pussy lips, wet and red, in the reflection in the mirror behind her. Very distracting. "Now you can see where height is not necessarily good for me. O-linemen try to mess up my legs and feet. Going down gives them leverage."

She smiled and said "Like this?" and grabbed my dick and started stroking.

"Not exactly," I said, "but you can see how that gives YOU leverage here, right?' She nodded and dropped to her knees, trying to go down on me. I took a quick step back. "And that has to be my response. Getting my legs tangled takes me out of the play. Trust me, that was not easy to do." She laughed again. Now, stand back up and get into that stance again. Nice looking stance." 

"This is where thick matters more than anything else. Offensive linemen aren't allowed to use their hands to grab, but they do anyway. Lean forward with your fists clenched and lean into me keeping your legs in the proper stance." She did, and then I leaned into her. "I'm allowed to use my hands to grab and pretty much do anything I like." That's when I put my hands on her tits. "More than a handful helps in all kinds of ways." I pinched her nipples and she slapped at my hands.

"That's right. That's one of the moves offensive linemen can use legally. Of course, I don't grab them like that."

"Glad to hear it. So why did you grab me like that?"

"Because you have great tits. Okay, back to football. It's a run play now. My job is to keep them from running it through inside gaps. This is where being thick comes into play. My job is to fill that hole, and the thicker I am, the more thoroughly the hole is filled. So my job is to use my size to fuck 'em completely. I love doing it, too. You understand that concept?"

She smiled and looked down at my dick. "I get that idea TOTALLY. In fact, I agree that that's the best way to go. No doubt about it. And I have no doubt that you're really, really good at that." 

"But this is indoor football, and the pass is king here. But that gives me the really sexy stat. We're talking about getting sacks now. The term 'sack' was invented by an old-time NFL star named Deacon Jones. He figured tackling the quarterback for a loss was the same as an ancient army sacking a city. It fits. You'll play the part of the quarterback in this demonstration."

"So now what you're working on is getting me in the sack, in a manner of speaking," she said with a smile, shaking her titties at me.

"That's a really good way of putting it. That is exactly what I have in mind. You ready?"

"I am more than ready. Show me your moves."

"Okay, first turn and face the table. Now act like you're holding football and looking to throw it. That means you put your right foot back, squaring your body to me right here." She turned, and I dropped down to my knees and corrected her stance, turning her feet to a 45 degree angle, and running my hand up her thigh and brushing her pussy in the process. She slapped my hand away and said I was a bad boy. I agreed.

"The idea is to get around the blocker and tackle the quarterback. When I'm coming from this side, you can see me. That gives you a chance to throw it away before I can hit you. You don't get many sacks this way because the guy has too much warning. Follow me so far?"

"That makes sense. Go on."

"Okay, the secret to getting a sack is to overwhelm him. And the best way to do that is to come from the blind side." I walked around her to get to that blind side. Of course, she could see me in the mirror, but you get the idea. "Now the quarterback can't see me coming. He might sense it, but he has to worry about what he can see, if there's someone open the throw the ball to, stuff like that. 

"He's in what they call the pocket, the area of safety his blockers have created for him. The secret to getting a sack like this is what is called penetration. I have to penetrate the area of safety to get to the quarterback. You get the idea of penetration?"

"I most certainly do. Penetration. Yes. I like the way you're describing this. Penetration."

"All right, I'm going to make the move and show you what I'm talking about. Assume your position." 

I took two steps back. She brought her hands up in front of her shapely chest and stood there. I then took three steps, grabbed her around her upper arms, trapping them against her and pushed her to the training table. While doing that, I held my left foot inside her left leg and forced it to the outside. Suddenly she found herself bent over the table with her legs spread. That's when I did the real penetration -- with my dick, sliding it into her sopping wet pussy as she was bent forward at the waist. She let out a small cry and pushed backwards against my pelvis.

"Now you know what I mean by penetration." She gasped again as I partially withdrew, then suddenly plunged deeper inside her and began to rock back and forth, sliding inside her sopping snatch. She was pinned to the table, but managed to rock back against me, in time to my thrusts.

"Do you like how I'm sacking you," I said, as I continued to drive into her, deeper with each movement. She began to gasp in rhythm to our movements.

"Yes. Yes. Deep. Oh."

The feeling was electric. My dick filled her completely, and I felt every single muscle in her tight, wet pussy. The sensations were like none I'd ever felt before. It was almost magic, like I was home, even for the first time. Our parts fit together like they were supposed to be a matched set all along, an ageless pairing that should have happened long ago and that was destined to be. There was nothing else I could compare it to. It was a level of sexual ecstacy that I never knew existed.

As I continued to thrust, I managed to reach over and grab the camera off of the table. I looked up at the mirrors surrounding our coupling, and the tableau was incredible. Everywhere I looked, in every single direction was the vision of our increasingly frenzied joining, not distorted like a funhouse mirror, but multiplied in vision that matched the incredible sensations that I was feeling. It felt as if the dozen different scenes were all real and all transmitting the vibrations, heightening what I was experiencing by a factor of 12. The look on her face matched the expression on my own. It was almost like being in another world.

My hand was on top of the camera, with the bottom of the device on the table. I pushed the shutter; it flashed and took an image of the mirrors. I didn't stop as I leaned over and said "Do you see what I'm seeing? I see a beautiful woman getting the fuck of her life. What do you see?"

She responded, in between gasps and thrusts, "I see a beautiful cock being buried inside me over and over and I don't want it to stop. Oh God. Yes."

I knew deep in my bones that this was the one pussy I needed, the one that I'd always needed, and the one I'd better figure out a way to keep. But that would be something to ponder later, because the act itself was transcendent and deserved my total and complete concentration. 

After time I finally achieved a complete thrust, burying myself to the final in into her wet and willing cavern. When I touched bottom, she let out a cry like I'd never heard, a combination of lust, longing, and completion. That's when she exploded, her canal clenching like none other squeezing and clutching at my cock, encouraging me to join her in completion.

The incomparable feeling of that possession by her inner being pushed me over the top. I think I experienced what an atomic explosion must feel like. There was a flash of light that illuminated my very soul and a silent thundering that drowned out all sound, even her wordless cry of wonder and my bellow of satisfaction. The difference was that I survived this atomic act, the orgasm that the French call the Little Death, but certainly wasn't little in any other sense.

The explosion was indeed immense, filling her very core with the essence of my being, pumping her full with spasm after spasm, matched by the intensity of her own frenzy. I have no idea how long it lasted, but when it was done, I had no urge to withdraw. I wanted to stay inside her as long as I could.

But finally, came time for us to separate. I took a shaky step back from the table as she straightened up and turned around. She leaned back against the table, her lovely chest heaving from the exertion, and the evidence of our performance trickling down her leg from her red and swollen pussy. She sighed, and then smiled at me, trembling much as I was.

"Wow." That was so lame, but I really couldn't come up with a coherent thought at that point. "Wow."

"Oh yes," she said. "Yes." At least I wasn't alone in incoherence.

She leaned over the table and got her camera, held it out in my general direction and snapped off another picture. "I need to take a picture for my own self right now," she wheezed, "because that was something I will remember for a very long time."

"I know exactly how you feel. Did you get enough from me to do a good piece for your website?"

"It will be piece to remember. It WAS a piece to remember, don't you think?"

"Oh, hell yes," I said. "Why don't you give me a call this weekend, say on Saturday? I'm more than happy to do a follow-up with you. We can do another in-depth interview. I'll be happy to fill in any gaps that I missed."

"You filled in all the gaps, believe me." Then she smiled. "But if you want, we can go over everything again, filling in the gap again. But you're right. We need to wait until Saturday."

"It'll take me that long to recover, too," I admitted. "But I promise. I'll be there." 



The Interview



Professor Neal Longosch believed there was only one way to teach public affairs reporting: hands on. If a college sophomore was going to learn how to report on politics after graduation, they had to experience the process first hand. They had to be at the local board of elections on election night; they had to attend candidate's acceptance and concession speeches; they had to interview real people.

The word on campus was that Longosch was demanding, but you'd learn a lot. The word among the coeds on campus was that Longosch was worth staring at for an entire semester. He was forty, good looking, and in shape. In fact, it shocked most students to find out his real age. The unmarried Neal Longosch seemingly could have his pick of young women.

He had been tempted many times. And each time he kept his desires under control. The students he might have given in to were all very attractive and sexy. None of them interested him beyond a single encounter and he didn't think it was worth the risk.

Nearly any professor could have nearly any student if it meant a passing grade for the student. It happened every day. Neal Longosch was above all that. He sometimes reasoned with himself by saying, 'If I flunk that really cute babe, she'll have to take the class again.'

But he never, in fifteen years of teaching, seriously considered having sex with a female student.

Until Jenifer Huntington stepped into his class.

The only thing extraordinary about Jenifer were her looks. She was shy, introverted, and marginally intelligent. The idea of using her cuteness to further her reporting career had never once crossed her mind. Despite her Midwestern upbringing, Jenifer appeared to come straight from a southern California beach. Blonde and tan with a swimsuit model's body...she had it all. The only person who didn't appreciate that was Jenifer.

She rarely dated, having had a couple bad experiences with immature, overly hormonal guys who nearly had her undressed before the dates started. In both cases she escaped before anything happened.

Even before those unfortunate incidents, nineteen year old Jenifer was attracted to older men. She never acted upon it; it was just her preference. And now she was sitting in a new class looking up at one of the best looking older men she had ever seen in her life.

Jenifer thought to herself: 'It would be cool to know him.'

Neal thought to himself: 'I've GOT to have her.'

The progression of events that led to the realization of both of their wishes began with a meeting in the professor's office the second week of the semester. The May primaries were just around the corner and Neal had handpicked the students who would accompany him to the board of elections and major campaign headquarters. Jenifer, of course, was invited.

"Each of you will have an assignment," the professor told the six students. "I will spend as much time with you as I can, but a lot of the work you will have to complete on your own. That's the way it's going to be in the real world, so don't bitch about it."

He detailed the assignments and allocated one to each student. Jenifer would attend the likely victory celebration of an incumbent Senator. Neal knew it would take his intervention for Jenifer to get anywhere near the politician for an interview. Not so coincidentally, he would have to spend considerable time with her.

The professor handed out schedules, meeting places, background notes, and other useful information. At the end, he asked, "Who wants to ride down with me?"

Two hands went up immediately. One was Jenifer's.

All of this worked out fine. The vast majority of the class wanted as little interference from Neal as possible. Jenifer didn't mind in the least trailing behind her new favorite teacher. And Neal desperately wanted her trailing along.

Primary election day dawned as a perfect spring day with temperatures forecasted into the high seventies. Jenifer showed up dressed as professionally as a young college student could—in a light weight skirt and blue knit top that hugged her hourglass figure. The colors contrasted perfectly with her hair, eyes and skin and Neal realized it was going to be a long day. Looking back in his rear view mirror while they drove and chatted, catching glimpses of her long, lean legs, made it difficult to concentrate. 

Neal had always been a breast man and he had rarely seen a pair as tempting as Jenifer's. No, they weren't the biggest...by far. He wasn't into that. He loved round, firm and alluring without being 'in your face.' Jenifer's top dipped just low enough to show the first hint of cleavage. After that, only the general shape was offered up as enticement.

Perfect tits, to him, should barely exceed the size of his hands and have nipples that begged to be sucked. By all accounts, Jenifer's fit the bill.

The entire time in the car, Neal had to force himself to acknowledge Carly, the other girl that rode along, despite his total indifference towards her. At times, though, it was a welcome respite from his dangerously unvarying attraction to Jenifer.

Finally, they arrived at the capital and Neal escorted Carly to her assignment at the Secretary of State's office. Neal made sure she knew what her tasks were and arrangements were made to pick her back up at the end of the day.

Neal felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders as he went back to meet up with Jenifer. Now it was just the two of them. They drove a short distance to the Senator's campaign headquarters, formerly a large retail operation that was now out of business, and walked inside. It wasn't the bustling madhouse Jenifer expected and she mentioned that to Neal.

"Oh, almost all the work is done now," he told her. "They will still be making phone calls and offering to take people to the polls. But the actual campaigning is over."

Rows of circular tables with chairs faced a couple large screen TVs, ready for the evening's activities. Harried people rushed past Neal and Jenifer as if they weren't there, and the pair weaved their way towards a small group of people in the corner.

One man waved at them and Neal replied loudly, "Joe! How's it looking so far?"

They met half way and the men shook hands. "Exit polling is good. Should be a comfortable win," Joe said. "Who is the future Pulitzer winner this year?"

Joe was looking straight at Jenifer with a wide grin.

"This is Jenifer. Jenifer, this is Joe Clark, the guy in charge of this operation," Neal said. "If we're nice to him, you'll get to meet the winner tonight."

Joe and Jenifer shook hands. "Nice to meet you," she said. "I'm excited. This will be a great learning experience."

"I hope you're in broadcast journalism and not print," Joe said. "You're much too pretty to be a newspaper reporter."

Jenifer blushed. "We'll see."

Joe showed them around, all for Jenifer's benefit. She conducted interviews with Joe and other staffers under the watchful eye of her professor, appreciating the practice she was getting under non-stressful circumstances. The time seemed to fly by. After a quick snack for dinner, it was nearly 'show time', as Joe called it.

At one point, Neal sought out and found an obviously vacant office far in the back of the headquarters where the two of them could dissect how Jenifer had handled the interviews.

"Think ahead," Neal was saying. "Anticipate the say-nothing response you know you're going to get and be thinking of another way to get them to answer. Force them to say more than they want to say."

Jenifer scowled. "That's just not my personality. Being forceful, I mean. Am I being too nice? I thought I was getting good quotes."

Neal smiled. "You can be nice and still get better quotes. You're doing great. But I know you can do even better."

Jenifer looked relieved. "I can't tell you how much I'm enjoying this, Professor Longosch. This is going to be a great class."

Neal touched her on the arm. "I don't expect miracles from students in this class. But I look for improvement each time you do an interview. Are you thinking about what to ask Senator Smith?"

Jenifer was only thinking about his hand on her arm and the tingles she was feeling up and down her spine.

"Ah, no."

Neal smiled "You're running out of time. Jot them on your notepad as they come to you in the next half hour."

He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.

"And don't be nervous," he added.

'How can I even write with my hands shaking the way they are?' she thought to herself. And politics had nothing to do with it.

Jenifer had time to recover while Neal drove around to check on the other students. By the time he came back, the headquarters was buzzing with supporters of the Senator. Neal found his favorite student in a corner, not surprisingly, studying her notes and taking in the burgeoning excitement. She smiled as he approached.

"Everything seems under control with the others," Neal told Jenifer. "I think I'm safe to stay here until we have to pick up Carly and get you guys home."

"Good," Jenifer said. "I've been working on my questions."

She showed him a page full of writing, none of which he was overly interested in reading. He would be the judge of her progress when it came to crunch time. For now, he was just glad to be back beside her, looking into her incredible eyes.

Tension in the room grew as the polls closed and results began to trickle in. Every half hour produced another ten percent of the precincts and an additional two percent lead for the incumbent Senator. Things were looking good and roars rose from the crowd each time the TVs showed the results. By nine PM the lead was approaching fifteen percentage points, and Neal told Jenifer it was all but over.

Sure enough, just before ten PM, a TV station declared Senator Smith the winner and Jenifer thought she had been transported to a football game with the amount, and volume, of cheering that occurred.

"He'll be here in less than half an hour," Neal shouted over the roar. "We'll try to catch him after his speech. Joe knows we want to see him and I think he likes you, so we should be good to go."

Jenifer grinned her approval. Her nervousness returned, this time not because of Neal. It was all a blur after that. The Senator arrived and spoke amid the glow of TV lights, balloons, and confetti. Each time he mentioned a topic that was in her list of questions, she underlined it. Those were the ones she'd try to ask. Then he was out in the crowd shaking hands and doing TV interviews. Neal and Jenifer were behind the podium, waiting for what they hoped would be a semi-private moment with him.

Then it happened. In the dimming chaos of the evening, Jenifer was shaking hands with Senator Smith. Neal finished the introductions, and the moment belonged to Jenifer. To his credit, the Senator was gracious and polite, allowing the student to ask him three questions before he was dragged away by a staff member.

When it was over, a proud professor and his unnerved student retreated to the secluded office for a debrief. Neal surreptitiously pushed the lock on the door as he closed it. Jenifer exhaled loudly and sat on the corner of a desk, waiting for her pulse rate to return to near normal.

"Not a bad start," Neal said, having trouble keeping his eyes off the girl's body stretched out in front of him.

"I wasn't sure I could even speak," she admitted. "I'm sure I was awful."

Neal walked over to her. "You're a college sophomore taking one of your first classes in this stuff. You did great."

Both of his hands were on the sides of her shoulders. Without thinking, he massaged her upper arms gently.

Jenifer was so comforted by his touch, and so relieved that the interview was over, that she impulsively reached out for him. Neal came closer and let Jenifer wrap her arms around him.

"Thank you so much, Professor Longosch," she said in a near whisper.

He hugged her in return and patted her on the back, feeling her bra under his fingers. Her head was on his chest and he could smell her hair. Their legs were intermingled in an awkward posture, but neither one immediately let go.

Purely by accident, Jenifer's knee touched Neal's cock, and she instantly recognized his semi-erect state.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I...I...," she mumbled.

"It's OK Jenifer. I'm glad you had fun tonight. I hope you learned something."

"I did. Thank you," she said. After a long pause, she looked up and asked, "Did I really do OK?"

Neal moved back just enough to look her in the face. "You have great potential, Jenifer."

"Don't say that if you don't mean it," she replied.

Neal ran his hand down the side of her face. "I mean it. And you'll have lots of opportunity to prove it."

They stared at each other for what seemed an eternity. Neither one moved, but they both knew what was coming. It was only a question of who would initiate it. Jenifer slid off the table, her body flat against Neal's. He tilted his head down and put his lips on hers.

It was barely a kiss at first, but then he forced his tongue between her lips. Jenifer moaned her disapproval and put her hands on his chest. Neal intensified the kiss and she pushed harder. He grabbed her arms and pulled her to him, feeling her stomach ram against his rock hard cock.

Then, suddenly, Jenifer was returning the kiss while seeming to continually struggle against him. The friction of their bodies only made Neal harder and Jenifer felt it. Her hands rose to his head and she began frantically running her fingers through his hair. Neal reach around to the back of her skirt.

"No, no," Jenifer moaned.

"Then stop kissing me," Neal answered.

"I don't want to...no, stop."

He was pulling on the material of her skirt, raising it up the back of her thighs.

"I think you do," Neal said.

They kissed and Neal had her pushed back against the desk.

"Don't you feel what you do to me, Jenifer? Let me touch you."

She muttered her denial through another long kiss.

His hand was inside the skirt, on the outside of her leg. Quickly, he moved it around and onto the inside of her thigh, very near her panties. She squirmed, but couldn't move away. His fingers found the bottom of her panties and followed the lining up, onto her pussy.

"Stop," she mewed softly. "Please."

Neal's face moved down to the top of her shirt. He kissed and licked as far as he could until the top prevented him from getting to her breasts. His hand was directly on top of her pussy, feeling her through the panties. Neal whispered, "You're wet, Jenifer."

She shook her head, nearly in tears and desperate for him to touch her. He did just that, rubbing her clit with the soft, wet fabric of her panties.

Jenifer's entire body stiffened and she realized that if he continued she would orgasm--soon.

"Admit that you want this. Tell me you want to cum."

She could only shake her head as his hand slid down the inside of her panties and onto the swollen clit. Jenifer nearly screamed out.

Then...a knock on the door.

The couple nearly fell over in their abrupt attempt to stand and look normal. Jenifer adjusted her skirt as Neal walked to the door. He opened it a crack and looked into the face of a staff member, who quickly apologized for the interruption, and walked away.

"We should go," Neal said calmly.

In a dazed, confused state of mind, Jenifer followed her professor. The ride home was eerily quiet, except for Carly's recalling of her assignment. Neal and Jenifer listened politely, not paying attention to a word she said.

That night, Jenifer laid in bed recounting the entire episode in the office. She questioned every emotion she felt, especially the undeniable lust when Neal's hand was on her pussy. She'd successfully fought off the urge to grab his cock, but the desire to have him make her cum was indisputable. She was angry with herself for so many things.

Neal also thought about it: the creamy softness of her legs; her panties; her hard clit; the scent and texture of the skin around her breasts. Why hadn't she touched him? What would have happened if she had?

Their next opportunity to be alone came a week later when Jenifer was due in the professor's office for the bi-weekly meeting he held with each student to review their progress. This time Jenifer was in her more customary jeans and t-shirt. Granted, she purposely wore the most revealing t-shirt she owned, but not with the intention of causing a repeat of the office scene.

At the appointed hour, she softly knocked on the professor's office door and was welcomed in as normal. She sat in a chair in front of his desk, crossing her legs casually, and the discussion began. If a visitor had been in with them, the person wouldn't have had a clue what took place on election night. The professor and student were business-like and dispassionate.

Until Neal walked out from behind his desk and stood behind Jenifer.

He put his hands on her shoulders and said, "Jenifer, if you could interview any politician, who would it be?"

She tried to keep her body from completely tensing up. "The President?"

"Besides him."

He was giving her a rubdown like he did before, concentrating on the muscles behind her shoulders and neck.

"Well, OK. The governor."

Neal paused before saying, "And if I can make it happen?"

"I'd be very grateful," she said quietly.

Neal's hands moved around her neck and then inched downward, always staying on her skin along the edge of her t-shirt.

"Perhaps we can make a wager," he said.

He could feel the gentle rise of her breasts as his fingers started to disappear under the shirt. Jenifer sat motionless, looking down at the hands without actually bending her neck. They covered the top halves of her breasts now, finally coming in contact with her bra.

"A wager?" she asked.

Neal spread his fingers and let them rest gently on her flesh.

"Yes," he said. "If I can get you in for an interview with the governor..."

His fingers were inside the bra, searching out her nipples. When he found them, he continued.

"...you will owe me a picture of you topless."

He paused for effect.

"I'll take the picture...in here."

Neal squeezed the nipples sharply and Jenifer gasped as she nearly jumped off the seat. Once the shock had passed, she tried to calm down.

"And if you can't?" she asked.

"Then it's your choice."

Her breathing was becoming erratic as the surges of pleasure flowed down to her pussy. She squirmed in the chair.

"That would be an awesome experience," she said in an unsteady voice.

"Losing the bet? Or winning?"

She let out a long, deep breath when Neal pulled his hands off her nipples and back onto the top of her breasts.

"I win either way, don't I?"

He gripped her breasts more firmly. "Yes, you do."

Walking back to her dorm, Jenifer knew the professor's contacts almost certainly included somebody in the governor's office. Yet, she wondered if Neal hadn't set her up to force her to make a choice if she won the bet. By the time she was entering her room, her pussy was drenched from all the possibilities she had considered.

Neal sat behind his desk, leisurely stroking his erection through his pants while he considered his options: call his good friend Rick at the governor's office and set up the interview, or tell Jenifer he couldn't pull it off. He contemplated what the bashful young woman would choose and quickly decided he wouldn't risk it. He picked up the phone.

The next morning, Jenifer awoke to a short text message from her professor: 'You lose.'

'Damn. Damn. Damn!' she muttered under her breath. Still, her heart pounded with exhilaration at the consequences of her 'loss', the least of which was a face-to-face with the governor.

Neal contacted Jenifer that same day and outlined the agenda for the meeting at the statehouse. She was certain she could hear his glee even in the e-mails and text messages. Was he as hard now as he was in the headquarters office? Or in his office when he came out from behind her chair? She asked herself if she had the courage to even touch him during the upcoming photo session.




The Interview



The interview with the governor came too quickly and ended too soon, in Jenifer's opinion. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience that included a tour of the capital building and press room. She was clearly a hit among the veteran reporters on scene, especially in her designer pants and blouse. The smile never left Neal's face, for multiple reasons.

On the way back to the car, Neal said, "So, we have this issue of paying off the bet to deal with."

"Yes, we do," Jenifer answered nonchalantly.

"Is tomorrow too soon?"

Jenifer looked straight ahead as they walked. "Might as well get it over with."

"Might as well. Five o'clock, after my last class?" Neal said.

"Sure," Jenifer said. "That means I can be in the cafeteria by five fifteen."

Neal laughed, and caught a glimpse of the grin Jenifer tried to conceal.

The next day dragged on endlessly for both of them. Neal struggled through an advanced magazine editing class, unable to focus on any of the key points he wanted to make. Jenifer had an easier schedule, but that meant way too much free time to consider what might happen at five.

Slowly but surely, the clock came around to the designated hour and Jenifer was outside Neal's office in her jeans and t-shirt. She had debated with herself on whether to wear a bra. She ended up putting it on, unable to settle on the pros or cons either way.

She rapped lightly on the wood door frame.

"Come in," she heard him say.

Jenifer entered and closed the door. This time she was the one locking the door behind her.

"Well, how are you, Jenifer? Having a good day?"

"I've had better," she said, making her way towards her usual chair.

"You realize, of course, that you can't interview the governor EVERY day," Neal taunted her. "Some days are just very routine."

"I could use one of those," she said, sitting down.

Her eyes locked onto the expensive digital camera on the side of Neal's desk. She felt like a patient staring at the instrument about to be used during an operation.

"Because of your tight eating schedule, perhaps we should get started," Neal said.

He looked at her for a response and saw her inhale and exhale very deeply.

"OK. Let's get it over with," she replied.

They stood simultaneously. Jenifer remained by the chair and Neal walked around his desk, camera in hand.

"The lighting sucks in here so I brought my best camera," he said with a grin. "You're going to take my photojournalism class, right?"

She snarled at him and nearly stuck her tongue out, but chose not to. Then the professor closed the window blinds and put the room into an even paler light. Under any other circumstances, Jenifer would have considered it romantic—even sexy.

"So. Tell me what you want," she said with resignation.

"I want your shirt off, to begin with."

With her pulse absolutely racing, Jenifer grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt. She would do this unhurriedly, doing the best she could to put on a show that would please him. But a professional stripper she was not.

The shirt rose to the base of her breasts and Neal stared at her flawless, soft belly. No rock hard abs. No baby fat. Just pure woman. Then her flesh-colored bra came into view as the shirt was pulled over Jenifer's head. Finally, it was hanging at her side and she was swaying her head back and forth to put her hair back in place.

Neal felt his cock respond instantly. Every movement she made was erotic. Her face oozed youthful innocence. Her breasts screamed for attention.

The bra was small, but finely detailed with sensuous, rolling curves across the top and criss-crossing patterns on the cups. Her nipples were barely discernable among the designs. Neal assumed much thought had gone into the selection of this one.

"This will do, won't it?" Jenifer said.

"Oh, not quite. I believe the agreement was topless," Neal answered.

Jenifer tossed her shirt on the chair, glancing rapidly at the growing bulge in the professor's pants. Her pussy was getting wetter by the second and just that one hint of an erection was enough to make it worse.

"I could get you fired for this," Jenifer said casually.

"I think you're a woman of your word, Jenifer. You accepted the bet. You lost."

She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, allowing the straps to dangle loosely, but holding the bra in place with one hand. Then she turned her back to him. With gravity doing all the work, Jenifer let the bra drop down her arms and onto the floor at her feet.

Neal gazed at the perfect figure in front of him. An artist couldn't have drawn a more faultless shape, from the soft, rounded shoulders down to the indented waist. Her proportions were the envy of any woman of any age.

He watched her raise both hands so that they crossed in front of her. As if in slow motion, Jenifer turned around to face him, both breasts all but concealed by elongated fingers and flat palms.

"Alright, I'm topless. Now take a picture."

Neal smiled. "Technically, you're right."

He openly stared at her beautiful hair, face, and chest.

"It's up to you, Jenifer. You make the call," Neal said.

The next few seconds seemed like hours. She didn't budge. Her expression never changed. Her eyes never blinked. And then Neal saw her fingers stir, and the hands began to pull away. A second later, Jenifer's arms were hanging at her side.

Even the short preview he received in her previous visit, a mere holding of the breasts, did not prepare him for what he saw. By every definition, these were the most ideal tits he'd ever seen. The pink nipples sat amid small areolas that were supremely centered on round, firm breasts. The flesh was unblemished and silky. The curves idyllic.

Neal hesitated before raising the camera, thinking that the first picture would end the dream he had entered. But a deal was a deal and he zoomed in, focusing on her body from just below the tits up to the top of her head.

He clicked the shutter.

Tempting fate, Neal moved slightly so he had a silhouette view of his student. Jenifer followed him by tilting her head, but made no effort to end the session. Neal took another photo. Then a full-body shot from the same angle, capturing more of her luscious ass.

Certainly, Jenifer would protest, he thought. Instead, she reached out for the back of the chair and rested on it, putting her chin in her hands while her elbows held her up. The resulting droop of her tits under her chest was magical. Clearly she was posing for him and Neal took advantage of it.

Jenifer switched positions so that she was leaning on the chair, and then plopped down in the seat, throwing one leg over the arm while slouching in an enticing posture.

"You're going to miss dinner," Neal said lightheartedly.

"Come over here," she told him in the most demanding voice he'd ever heard from her.

He moved to the front of the chair. With her eyes staring directly at his cock, she reached out and put her palm on it. After a brief pause, she traced the outline of the hardening shaft with a single finger.

"I could eat here."

The words were so unexpected that Neal had no answer. The feel of her hand on his cock had been enough of a shock. Now she was hinting that being photographed topless was not all she might be willing to pay for losing the bet.

"You don't have to do this, Jenifer," he said.

She never looked up at him. "You said I could make the call."

She was rubbing him harder.

"I want to see it, professor. And touch it."

Neal unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. That was the last thing he needed to do. Jenifer took over immediately, undoing his belt and pulling the pants down as she sat on the very front edge of the chair. Neal wore tight briefs and she got a perfect examination of his cock, with the large head clearly discernible near the waistband.

She ran her fingers up and down the shaft a couple times. Then she used both hands to pull on the shorts and lower them so that she could finally see what she was after.

Blue veins bulged from the cock and the bulbous head seemed oddly large, but Jenifer was more than satisfied. She wrapped one hand around the base and methodically stroked him to the tip, repeating the process and adding an inch to the length of the erection.

Without saying a word, Jenifer moved closer until she could hold the cock between her tits, rocking back and forth so that both sides of the cock were touched by her skin. Between the tits, her chest, and her hand, Neal's cock was trapped in the ideal hole, and it never wanted out.

Neal's surprise at the sudden chain of events was only surpassed by his desire for Jenifer. His cock ached from trying to grow longer than it possibly could, yet she continued to manipulate it with her body. He looked down on her blonde hair and bare chest and prayed that he wouldn't cum too soon.

After a brief massage on her chest, Jenifer let the cock out of the confines of her cleavage and leaned down to kiss the tender tip.

"This was going to be my demand if I won," she said, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Then she licked his cock from base to tip, cupping it in her palm the entire time. Jenifer let the cock go and licked the underside while it pointed straight at the ceiling. After one more kiss, she spread her lips and let the head enter her mouth. Without any delay, she lowered her head at a snail's pace until Neal felt the tip hit the back of her throat.

Jenifer's tongue went to work, followed by a nonstop blowjob that had precum dripping out the tip. Neal had never felt anything like it, even from much older women who should have known what they were doing. This girl was an expert, either from experience or a skill she was born with. And the energy she put into it gave Neal the impression she was not doing this simply for a better grade.

Just when he was sure he was about to unload in her mouth, Jenifer pulled back. She rose from the chair and stood with her body against Neal's.

"I lied, professor. There's something else I would have wanted to do if I won," she said.

"Name it."

She put her face next to his ear. "I want you to fuck me, Professor Longosch," she said in the sexiest voice he ever heard.

"Get naked, Jenifer," was his response. "Strip for me."

They separated by a couple feet and Jenifer opened her jeans. There was nothing hurried about her actions as she pulled down the zipper and tugged on the tight jeans to start them down her legs. A tiny pair of panties hid her pussy and ass as she bent over to remove the pants. At the same time, Neal completed the task of getting himself naked.

Jenifer seemed to intentionally turn to the side when she pulled down her panties. This gave the professor a perfect view of her entire body as the last of her clothes was taken off. The ass he had stared at so many times was now almost visible, and within reach.

"Turn around, please," Neal said.

Jenifer was not a natural model and she stood nervously with her hands held together just above her ass when she turned. But it was enough for Neal, who took in the gentle curves of the youthful behind with a steady gaze. Then he walked up to her.

Jenifer dropped her arms to the side when she felt him. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his massive, throbbing cock against her bare ass.

As he put his hands on her tits, he said, "Last chance to get out of this."

She shook her head silently, except for the little sigh when he squeezed her nipples.

"Over here," he said.

Neal led her to the edge of his desk. With his hands on her waist to help, she jumped up onto the wooden surface. Jenifer looked over her shoulder and leaned back. Neal was between her legs, watching the young woman lay out before him, his cock hovering over her pussy.

He put the tip at her entrance, stopping to make sure she was ready. The anxious look on her face portrayed exactly how she felt: half scared; half lustful.

Neal pushed just enough to let the head disappear between the pink folds of her skin. He felt the moisture and the beginning of her heat. Then another inch went in and he saw her body tense up. She moaned as he continued forward, not stopping again until his balls were touching her.

She draped her legs around his waist and let her feet rest on his ass. Neal put his hands under her ass and held her up. Then they began to have sex.

Jenifer was tight and wet and hot. Neal was long and hard and gentle. They both were getting what they wanted.

For five minutes they enjoyed the pure enjoyment of fucking without urgency. Neal played with Jenifer's tits and she responded by squeezing his cock with her muscles. He lifted her up and laid her back down. She wrapped her legs tighter and stretched them out behind him. They tried everything the limited space would allow.

But they both felt their orgasms building to a point of climax.

"Can you cum with me?" Jenifer asked in a shaky voice.

"I'll try," Neal said. "If you make it soon."

They smiled at each other and winced as they got closer and closer. He clutched at her tit one more time and that was enough to put Jenifer over the edge.

"Oh God! Yesssss! I'm...I'm...almost...there," she muttered.

Neal thrust into her faster and harder. He watched Jenifer close her eyes, bite her lip, and arch her back. When she started to thrash her head side to side, he knew it was time.

"Oh fuck!" she cried out. "Nowwwwwww!"

They came together. Neal poured shot after shot of cum into her waiting cunt while Jenifer rolled back and forth on the desk, murmuring sounds more than words. She rubbed her clit and started a second and third orgasm while the last drops of cum oozed from Neal's cock.

The last thirty seconds were a series of sudden jerks by each of them as the last remnants of climaxes came and went. Neal laid her back down on the desk and Jenifer put both hands over her face in complete and total contentment.

Neal pulled out, still semi-erect just from the sight of Jenifer and her tousled hair on his desk. She slowly raised her body and allowed him to hug her.

"Thank you for making me lose, professor," she said.

"My pleasure. I'm sure the semester will allow for future bets. OK?"

"OK," she said, kissing him passionately.

It was only two weeks later that Jenifer awoke to a text from Neal that read, "Bet you can't get an A on the mid-term."

Jenifer fell back into bed, smiling, and considering whether it was worth a B on the test.



The Interview



"Mr. Dickens, your 4:30 interview has arrived." 

John Dickens looked at the clock on his desk. 4:30 exactly. Perfect. He pressed the intercom button.

"Thank you, Mrs. Harris. Would you please show her in?"

Dickens rose and walked to his office door to greet them.

It opened to reveal Mrs. Harris and a very short, slender young lady dressed in a loose-fitting, short black cocktail dress. In the right circumstances, the simple dress might have seemed acceptable attire in the staid office, outfitted with upholstered leather furniture and dark wood. But the patent leather red stiletto heels would never work. 

Dickens smiled at the young lady, then at Mrs. Harris, and back to the young lady.

"Thank you, Mrs. Harris. Considering the late hour, you may go home. I'll show our visitor out when the time comes."

"As you wish, Sir." 

Good old Mrs. Harris. Sixteen years of late-afternoon interviews and she'd never once offered to stay or inquired about the young ladies afterward, though they almost never returned, and none ever came to work for the firm.

"Miss Jamie McEvin," Dickens said as though announcing her arrival at a party. He gestured for her to enter the room and closed the door behind her. "You're very punctual. I like that. It conveys respect. May I call you Jamie?"

"Yes, that would be nice." She smiled. It was going well so far.

"Splendid. You may call me Mr. Dickens," he said. "Or Sir."

Her smile was more uncertain now. She liked his voice. Slightly deeper and huskier than it had sounded on the phone the night before when he called her for the interview. An unusually late hour it had been for a business call, but Jamie had been warned this firm was full of eccentrics. You can get away with that when you're the largest, most successful firm of your kind in the state.

"Please have a seat." Dickens gestured toward a large sofa, and as she moved toward it, his hand went to the perfect spot in her lower back, high enough so it didn't appear he was trying to touch her ass, and low enough to make her think he wanted to. She liked the tiny bit of pressure she felt from his fingers and the effortless way he guided her. Her breath quickened a bit, and when she sat, she crossed her legs. Dickens eased into the overstuffed chair facing her. His eyes lingered on her legs.

"Your resume says you are fluent in French. How long have you been practicing?"

"My father lives in France," Jamie said, thinking that the verb he'd used was an odd choice. "I visit him often. And, of course, I took four years at the university."

"The university," Dickens said, nodding knowingly. "Yes, your friend from the university, Jenny, has given you a wonderful recommendation."

Jenny had been Jamie's roommate through three years at the school. They'd had a lot of fun and kept a lot of each others' secrets, many of them involving faculty members -- married, of course -- even a dean. 

Now Jennie was a housewife and a mother, with three children and a position in this firm. She'd put in a good work for Jamie when the time came and had given her a heads-up about the interview.

"Do whatever they ask," she'd said. "The pay here is phenomenal. They may ask you to do some things you don't understand at first. Just go along. You'll figure it out eventually. I just know you're going to fit in."

"I see you have some experience with Russian and Greek, as well," Dickens was saying. His eyes were still on her legs. Long, muscular. Jamie shifted on the couch and smoothed her skirt.

"Not very much. Just from my travels."

"A little exposure is better than none at all," Dickens said, looking directly into her face. "I'm mainly interested in French, but members of the Board come from a variety of backgrounds."

He gestured for her to stand, though he remained seated.

"I appreciate your wearing the outfit I requested. It's perfect. Silk?'

"Yes," Jamie said weakly. She felt her face beginning to flush and didn't understand why.

"Please turn around," Dickens said, "slowly."

She did as she was told, her feet unconsciously falling into the positions she had learned in the few weeks she'd taken modeling lessons in middle school. "It's just a show," she was thinking. "He wants a show." And she relaxed a bit, confident she could give him what he wanted.

"It drapes across you nicely," he said. He liked her legs and the way the dress showed off her tiny breasts without accentuating them. Without a bra, the fabric rubbed them slightly as she moved, just enough to stimulate the circulation and make the nipples grow a bit.

"Come," he said, rising suddenly. "Let's find out exactly how well you've followed my instructions.

He pressed a button on his desk and the wall behind them drew back, revealing another room, with a long marble table. There were five chairs on each side of the table, and one at the head. With his hand in that perfect spot in the small of her back, he guided her toward the end of the table without the chair. The touch of his fingers had the same effect on her as it had the first time, only stronger.

He wasn't particularly tall, but he had a commanding presence when he walked. And when he walked beside her, his hand on her back, she felt protected, yet under his control -- safe, but at his mercy. She couldn't help feeling aroused. 

Under the end of the table was a dark box, made of the same marble as the table, it appeared. He pointed to it.

"Pull that out from under the table," he told her, "and open it up."

She moved to do so, bending from the waist. He was standing directly behind her as she bent over, making her feel vulnerable. She couldn't see him, but she imagined that his view was like what she'd seen at a zoo once, when a female ape bent over in front of a make, raising her ass high in the air and backing toward him, "presenting" herself. 

The dress Jamie was wearing was short, and she wasn't sure how far it would ride up with her bending over. The box was heavy. She dragged it out slowly, thinking maybe she should squat down, but then thinking she'd look undignified in that position. 

A flush came to her face again as she tugged at the heavy box, not from the exertion, but from knowing Mr. Dickens was enjoying his view.

When she got the box out and pulled at the top, the end near the table came up, and she realized the box was a set of steps held together by a hinge and folded back on itself. To drop the steps into place, she had to back up, and when she did, still bent from the waist, her hands almost on the floor, her hips high, she felt her bottom press into Dickens.

"Excuse me. I'm sorry," she said, pulling away.

Dickens smiled at her. "You've no need to be."

He looked down at the steps.

"Push the steps in so the top one is slightly under the table. That way you won't slip into the crack," he smiled. "I think that's what the Brits mean when they say, Mind the gap." 

Jamie was a bit confused, both by what was happening and her response to it. She was definitely getting aroused, and he was clearly causing it, though he wasn't doing anything overtly sexual. She did as directed, and when she stood back up, Dickens took her hand.

Standing beside the table, he gently led her up the steps.

"Our Board of Directors finds many uses for this marvelous table. This is my favorite one. Now stand up straight."

The marble surface was slippery under her leather shoes. Jamie felt a bit off-balance. She hadn't noticed Mr. Dickens pick up a yard stick, but suddenly there was one in his hand. Though this was a conference room, the light was subdued. Some of the corners were nearly dark.

"I want to find out just how closely you followed my instructions," he said, placing the yardstick by her shoes. "Stand up straight and face the end of the table where the chairman sits."

Jamie did as she'd been told, throwing her shoulders back and holding her head up. Looking at the empty chair, she wondered what the view would be with the chairman in it, looking back at her. He'd have a good view of her legs, she thought. But quickly that thought passed and she looked down to see what Mr. Dickens was doing. 

He was measuring the height of her heel, the yardstick pressed against her shoe and running up her leg. The yardstick presses the flimsy dress against her leg.

"It's five inches, just like you said," she blurted out.

"I see that," he answered, looking directly into her face with a look that seemed almost stern, almost displeased, though he continued to speak very pleasantly. "Again you have pleased me. But I must insist that from now on you only speak to me when I ask you a question or direct you to speak. This is an interview, not a cocktail party."

His choice of words seemed odd again, almost pointed, because the dress he'd asked her to wear would have been perfectly acceptable at a cocktail party . . . and so would the shoes.

Dickens pulled the yardstick out a bit so the black skirt fell away from her leg. He held the stick close to the free-hanging dress, but not touching it, and looked closely at the mark next to the bottom hem. 

Jamie tensed. She wanted to explain that she knew the dress was longer than he'd requested, but only an inch or two, and she only bought it this afternoon because she didn't have one exactly like he'd asked for, and she wanted it to be exactly what he asked for, but they didn't have time to alter it, so she just threw it on and came in.

But even as all these thoughts were racing through her head, Mr. Dickens spoke softly as though to ease her welling panic.

"It's a lovely dress," he said. "I might have wanted something a bit shorter . . . well, in fact I requested something a bit shorter . . . " 

His pause might have held a hint of scolding in it, but his voice remained very pleasant.

"But there are ways to remedy that." He looked into her face. "Any woman can hike her skirt a few inches, when it is needed." He smiled mischievously.

With her on the table in 5-inch heels and him on the floor beside her, the hem of her dress was nearly level with his face. Using the end of the yardstick, he raised it an inch or so. 

"You have lovely legs," he told her. Laying the yardstick down on the table, he took the hem of her dress in both hands and began lifting it slowly, the skirt stretched tightly between his hands so his view was like that of a theatergoer watching the curtain rise slowly when the play is ready to begin. 

That's how he liked to think of it, anyway.

"Oh, God," she was thinking. "He's going to see everything. Of all days to decide against underwear. . . but then, hadn't he requested that? No. It was Jenny, helping her buy the dress. She'd said Jamie shouldn't ruin the lines with a bra or panties, and since neither of them had a thong with them, maybe she could just . . . And Jenny had grinned. Oh, God. Jenny had grinned the way she always did when playing a trick on someone." 

And Jamie hadn't even noticed. 

She could see Mr. Dickens's smile grow brighter as the hem rose, exposing her thigh. He was standing beside her, so at least he wouldn't be viewing her straight on from the front, she thought.

He continued to raise the hem, slowly, up past where the bottom leg of her panties would have been, further up . . . exposing the side of her hip, the curve of her bottom . . . and he kept going . . . above her hip socket, and then above her hip. 

If he'd been standing in front of her, he would definitely have seen everything, but on the side as he was, she wasn't sure. Had she been wearing a thong, the view would not be much different. It's okay, she thought. But her heart pounded in her chest. She felt humiliated, yet somehow exhilarated, too. 

"You have a lovely shape," Dickens told her. It was as if his voice were coming from far away. "Your bottom and thighs are well-muscled. You must be an athlete."

There was a brief silence before Jamie looked down to see he was no longer admiring her naked body from the waist down, but was looking at her face, waiting for a response.

"I'm . . I dance," she said. "I'm a dancer."

"That explains the flat tummy," he said, letting the dress fall back down and walking to the end of the table.

She waited for a sign as to what she should do. Dickens sat in the chairman's chair and told her to stand up straight and face him. The table hadn't seemed so long, nor so high, but with Dickens seated in the padded leather chair, she felt he was a long way away . . . and a long way down.

"On my command, I want you to walk directly toward me very slowly, never taking your eyes of my eyes, understand?"

"Yeh . . yes." A foot started forward.

"Not yet!" His voice was a clipped bark, but not loud, not angry. "On my command."

He indicated his eyes with a finger. "Look straight at my eyes, nowhere else. Walk as slowly as you can. Understand?" Jamie nodded, her mouth dry. "Okay, then. Begin."

Jamie lifted a foot and put it down as slowly as she could manage. Then another. And another. Moving toward Mr. Dickens at a snail's pace. He said nothing, staring into her eyes and smiling like the Buddha.

The marble was slippery, and she was afraid she'd lose her balance. For some reason, she seemed to be shaking. Her face was hot. Her heart was pounding.

As she drew close to him, she began to think more about how low he was in relation to the table. Her hips would be quite a bit higher than his head. She wasn't sure how much the dress flared in front, but the action of her walking would definitely lift it some.

Would he be looking up her skirt? she wondered. He could, she thought. Her breath was shallow and she felt herself growing moist in the crotch.

But he kept his eyes glued on hers. When she was nearly to him, he finally spoke. Softly.

"Don't stop until I tell you to. I won't let you step over the edge, but I will bring you close. You must trust me. You can stop looking at my eyes now. Look straight ahead, not down at me."

She lifted her eyes to look at the wall behind him. A large, framed picture hung on the wall there. It was dark, and in the dim light, she couldn't make out what it was. The glass covering it shined, even in the dark.

"Just one more step," she heard him say. Now stop."

Jamie stopped and started to look down at Mr. Dickens, but he stopped her with one wave of his finger. 

"Straight ahead," he told her. "Don't look at me. Now please stand with your feet about 12 to 15 inches apart. It's a relaxed pose. You needn't be tense."

Jamie was beginning to wonder what she'd gotten herself into, but a part of her didn't care. She was taking ragged, shallow breaths, fully aware that seated in the chair, Dickens's head would be well below her hemline. He could easily be looking up her skirt, and if he did, he'd see how wet she was getting. She didn't know why she was wet, nor did she know why right now, standing on a marble table in six-inch stilettos with a stranger's face only inches from her crotch, she was HOPING he was looking up her skirt. She'd shaved extra carefully that morning. She must have known he was going to do something like this. She wanted him to see how smooth her pussy was. How smooth and wet.

Suddenly her upper legs and pubic area felt cooler. He must be lifting my dress, she thought, but she stopped herself from looking down.

"Jenny was right," she heard him say. "You're an amazing specimen." He inhaled deeply and dropped her dress.

"Now please turn around." 

She had thought he was going to touch her, maybe slide his hand up between her legs, or grab her ass and pull her pussy toward his face, so this new direction surprised her. Turn around? What? I'm not good enough?

At first she didn't move, but a tap of his finger on her thigh woke her up.

"I . . I'm sorry," she said and quickly turned around.

"You've no need to be," he told her for the second time. She wondered if he uttered those words to a lot of women. Probably. He'd gotten her wet without touching her, after all. He was probably always reassuring women.

Dickens asked her to stand with her legs slightly apart again, and when she did so, he put the backs of his hands against the inside of her ankles.

Slowly he began to slide the hands up, past her ankles, to the inside of her calves. Here it comes, she was thinking as he reached the inside of her knees.

But then the orientation of his hands turned. He was still using the back of his hands, but now they were sliding up the back of her thighs.

When he reached her bottom, he slowed down and turned his hands so he could cup her round cheeks and run his open hand across the tops of her buttocks, across her hip bones, and around to the front.

He was moving them too slowly. She wanted to know where those hands were going, and he wasn't moving them fast enough.

His hands came to a stop on her flat belly. He let them stay there a while, then slowly began moving them down, across her abdomen, until one hand came to rest on her pubic bone, barely an inch above the top of her vagina. 

"You are so thin," he told her, "that your mons veneris truly feels like a mountain rising from the flat plain of those abdominus muscles . . . the transversus, the rectus . . . and of course, the pyramidalis."

His other hand traced a line upward a few inches from the pubic bone.

"If I were a sculptor, this is what I would sculpt," he said, running his hands slowly outward and back, up and across and down her flat belly and abdomen, the two hands independent of each other, moving slowly, but in such unpredictable patterns Jamie had no idea where one would go next, yet never dipping below that spot just above her clitoris, never dipping into what she wanted him to touch.

"Lean back," he said abruptly, and when she did, she felt his hand hard on her hips, lifting her and bringing her back toward him, guiding her slowly down. His hands were up near her waist, and so was her dress, and when her bare bottom came into contact with his bare hard-on, she gasped. 

Staring into his eyes and straight ahead, she hadn't noticed Dickens was taking down his pants.

Now he settled her on the floor, still facing away from him, her dress still up at her waist, and told her to lean on the table and put her feet 15 inches apart. When she did, she felt his belly press against her butt and his penis slide between her legs, coming to rest against her vagina, slick with moisture.

He moved his hips forward and back a few inches, slow movements that rubbed the top of his erection lightly against her wet labia. His hands were still on her hips.

She felt faint and started to pull away, but his firm grip held her in place. 

"Don't struggle," he told her, sliding his hands forward and across her belly again. This time he continued down, reaching between her legs to spread her lips with his fingers. She felt the top of his erection on her pussy again, and then the head made its way between the folds of her labia, pushing them apart like a plow. Suddenly feeling a panic, she tried to pull away, but he was too quick, pulling her hips back toward him as he entered her with one quick thrust. 

His fingers dug into her hips as he rocked his hips back and forth, getting a little deeper with each thrust, until he was entirely inside her, his penis pulling out only a few inches, then pushing back in slowly but with force, until his pubic bone was against her butt and his penis as far inside has he could make it go.

"Stand up a little straighter," he told her, and when she did, she could feel the end of his dick pressing against the front wall of her vagina with each thrust. He kept this up for a few more thrusts before she felt a panic again.

God, what am I doing? she was thinking. I met him only ten minutes ago and already he's fucking me without a condom. 




The Interview



Arthur stood at his office window and watched the young woman walk up the path towards the main entrance. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that was tight on her slim figure; on her feet were a pair of dirty white trainers. She walked with an air of indifference, not bothering to rush despite already being fifteen minutes late.

The DHSS hand been opening on Saturday mornings for the last two months, it was a new initiative designed to try and catch benefit cheats who worked at weekends.

Arthur volunteered for the new Saturday shifts. The four hours he worked on Saturday mornings meant he got a full day off in the week. It also meant he got the chance to interview the likes of Victoria Burns in a deserted office.

Vicky followed the path towards the front entrance, Arthur kept his eye on her until she got to where the path turned away from his office and the young woman went out of sight.

Five minutes passed before the buzzer rang to signal that someone was waiting at the counter. Arthur took his time walking from his office at the rear of the building to the public waiting area at the front. 

When he got there the young woman was leaning on the counter, "Vicky Burns, I am supposed to be seeing someone this morning." 

Arthur nodded towards the clock on the waiting room wall and said. "It's ten-twenty. Your appointment was at ten o'clock."

Vicky looked around the empty waiting room and shrugged her shoulders.

"This way then please, Miss Burns." Arthur led the way down a long corridor to the interview room. He opened the door and stood back to let the young woman in first. As she passed close to him he could smell a slight body odour. 

The interview room was small and cold. The floor was covered with pale blue linoleum; the only furniture was a single desk with a chair on each side. Arthur took a seat and signalled that Vicky should do the same by holding his hand towards the empty chair.

Vicky sat down and started talking immediately. "I don't know why I am here again. I was only here last month with some woman. Told her I couldn't find no work." 

Arthur waited for her to stop talking, took a thin blue file from the drawer, and placed it on the desk in front of them. "When was the last time you were engaged in paid employment Miss Burns?"

"I've not worked in two years." Vicky addressed her answer to the wall behind Arthur's head.

"What was your last paid employment?"

"I can't remember." She shrugged her shoulders and answered in an even tone as if she was already bored by the questions. Arthur noticed her glance at the blue folder. 

"Do you know it is an offence to claim unemployment benefit whilst engaged in paid employment?" 

"Yes" She looked directly at him this time, but he could tell she was nervous.

Arthur took the folder and set it in front of him, "Have you ever worked 'on the side' Miss Burns?"

She shook her head. 

Arthur let Vicky see he was surprised by her answer and made a point of stopping in the middle of opening the folder, "Never, Miss Burns?"

"Never."

Arthur tapped the front of the folder with a podgy finger. "You've been working at Aldo's Garden Centre for the last six months Victoria." 

"Don't know what you're..."

"You can stop pretending Victoria." Arthur flipped open the folder and took out four sheets of paper. All with neat typing on them and all signed at the bottom. "I have statements from employees, customers and even neighbours who have seen you leaving your house every morning." 

"Nosey bastards." She took a stray hair and threaded it behind her ear, "S'pose I have to stop working then. Live off the little dole you lot give me." 

"There is a bit more to it than that Victoria." Arthur got up and walked around the desk until he was standing over the seated girl. The T-shirt she was wearing had a round neck that exposed her slender neck and a good amount of her chest. He stared openly for a moment, enjoying the sight of the smooth pale flesh. "You have been fraudulently claiming Jobseekers Allowance for the last six months."

"So."

"So, we can make you pay it back. If you won't or can't pay it back you could end up in prison." 

"I can't pay it back and I don't want to go to prison." She was still defiant but there was a nervousness in her hazel eyes.

Arthur had heard what he wanted to hear. He walked back around the desk and sat down. "How old are you Victoria?"

"Eighteen." 

Arthur leaned back in his chair and considered the young woman in front of him. Coming, as she did, from the Boldsworth Estate she probably had little chance of finding gainful employment. A conviction for benefit fraud would put paid to any chance she ever had of getting a job.

She was young, with a lean body, and an attractive face; even though she tended to spoil her looks by wearing a constant scowl. 

"Prison is a last resort and an unlikely outcome. However, you will have to stop work immediately. Unless, of course, you go legit. But I doubt Aldo's Garden Centre pay you enough to make paying tax and national insurance worth your while." 

Vicky smiled sarcastically. 

Arthur continued, "Your most pressing problem is paying back the benefits you have been claiming. But I may be able to help you there" Arthur took the folder, replaced the papers and put it back in his drawer.

"How?" Vicky asked with a suspicious tone to her voice.

"Well it's all up to me really. I read the case, assess the evidence and decide what course of action is appropriate. There is some evidence in your case but I can probably be lenient. I can write my report, say that I am suspicious that you may have been working but, after interviewing you today I can say that I have my doubts, and that I managed to scare you sufficiently to stop you working and claiming in future." 

"And that would be the end of it?" Vicky was biting her bottom lip.

"The end of it as far as the DHSS is concerned." Arthur leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk.

Vicky shuffled uncomfortably in her chair; she looked straight at Arthur and said in a firm voice, "You can forget about any funny business with me. I don't do that kind of thing."

"I think you are misjudging me Victoria. I am not after a night of passion or a quick blow job under the desk. I will have to work a lot harder to get you out of this mess than I would if I just handed the case to the courts. I will need to know you have learnt your lesson."

"I have. I won't do it again." 

"I don't intend to let you get away scot free and I will not let you leave until I am convinced you have learnt your lesson." Arthur looked her in the eye and said, "You can pay for your wrongdoings by receiving a spanking."

There was a slight start but she did not look away. "A spanking? From you?"

"Of course from me. Or you can just walk out that door and await your day in court." 

The young girl bit her lip and looked nervously at the door behind her. She had no choice really, what hope did she have of paying back the benefits she had been claiming, and if she didn't pay them back she could end up in prison. 

"And after today I won't get called here again?"

"As long as you stop working and claiming benefits, today will be your only punishment." Arthur stood up and walked around the desk. "What is it to be then Victoria? Will you accept your spanking?"

She nodded her head and whispered "Yes."

Arthur told her to stand up. He positioned the chair in the middle of the room and sat down. Then told Vicky to stand at his side. Her jeans were loose around her hips and she did not wear a belt. There was a strip of creamy skin above the top of her jeans and below the hem of het T-shirt. Vicky was by no means fat but there was a soft fullness to the flesh there. Her arms hung loose by her sides. Arthur again noticed the heavy odour of unwashed skin; a natural rather than a dirty smell. 

"Well Vicky I am going to spank your bottom for as long as I see fit. When I am convinced that you have learned your lesson then, and only then, the punishment will stop. Understand?"

She nodded and pulled the hem of her T-shirt down.

"Over you go then." Arthur took Vicky's arm and guided her over his knees; he felt the warmth of the eighteen year olds body as it settled on his thighs. She braced her legs behind her and rested the palms of her hands on the linoleum floor. 

In front of Arthur was a small, chubby, denim clad bottom, two firm hillocks divided by the seam of her jeans. He laid his left arm across the bare skin at the small of her back and placed the palm of his right hand on her right buttock. Vicky stiffened a little as she felt his hand on her jeans. Arthur could feel her body warmth through her clothes. He pushed firmly against her bottom and was pleased to feel the firmness of the flesh. 

He slapped her left buttock first, raising his hand about eight inches above the target and bringing it down with a firm slap. The denim dulled the noise but nonetheless it gave a satisfying thud. Vicky stayed silent. Arthur waited a couple of seconds then spanked the other cheek. This time he did not wait in between spanks and started to hit each cheek alternately. Slap, slap, slap, slap, his hand beat out a steady rhythm on the chubby cheeks in the denim jeans. Vicky shifted position ever so slightly, placing her feet a couple of inches further apart. In this position Arthur could see where the denim had faded in the crotch of her jeans.

The slaps became firmer; Vicky's breathing became louder and more erratic. Arthur continued to stare at the bottom in front of him, his hand a blur of pink as it spanked the young woman's bottom. He continued his firm rhythm for over two minutes before he stopped abruptly.

"Owch!" Vicky cried as the beating came to an end. Arthur could feel Vicky's stomach tightening against his thigh as the young woman tried to suck in air.

"How was that?"

"Painful." 

"Well it's not over yet. Stand up." Arthur leaned back to let the girl rise. She got unsteadily to her feet and stood in front of him; both of her hands rubbing her bottom.

"Those jeans are giving you far too much protection. Drop them please." The young woman looked at the man sitting in front of her and realised he did not expect anything but total obedience from her. She undid the button, slid down the zip and with a hand at each side of the waistband pulled down her jeans. Underneath she wore a pair of plain orange knickers.

"Back over." Arthur ordered.

Vicky, restricted by the jeans around her ankles, shuffled towards him and lowered herself back into position. Again she steadied herself with her hands and feet on the linoleum floor and waited for the onslaught to resume.

Arthur again took a moment to look at the view in front of him. The knickers had a full seat that moulded the young woman's bottom. A fair amount of material had caught in the crease between the fleshy cheeks. The rear view of her pussy lips, outlined below the orange cotton of her knickers, peeped from between her thighs.

Placing his hand on her bottom Arthur enjoyed the feel of Vicky's warm flesh through the cotton of her knickers. He was bolder now, letting his hand linger on her bottom, he gave one cheek a firm squeeze. 

Without warning the spanking started. "Owch!" Vicky, cried as the first slap made contact with her bottom. With each further spank she let out a gasp. Arthur ignored the young woman and continued to hit the fleshy buttocks with a fair amount of force. 

"Ow! That's too hard." Vicky reached back with her right hand in an effort to protect her bottom. Arthur interrupted his steady rhythm to grab her wrist and force it into the small of the young woman's back and out of the way.

The spanking had forced more of the orange knickers deeper into Vicky's bum crack, exposing a fair amount of firm flesh that was turning a bright shade of pink. The smacks made a sharp slapping sound as Arthur's hand came into contact with the exposed part of Vicky's cheeks. 

Spank, "Owch!" Slap, "Aaaowwch!" Vicky was screaming after every spank. Arthur hooked a finger under the left leg hole of Vicky's knickers and pulled them aside to expose a little more flesh. A satisfied smile spread across his face on seeing the contrast between the pink flesh that had been exposed to the spanking and the white skin that, until that moment, had been protected by her knickers.

He gave the cheeks another rub, watching the way the buttocks moved under his rubbing, before jiggling back into shape when he removed his hand.

Taking a firm grip on Vicky's hand he pressed it against the small of her back, securing her more firmly in his lap in case of any resistance to what he planned next. Gripping the waistband of her knickers with his right hand Arthur started to draw them down, exposing the top of her cheeks and bottom crack.

"No! No!" Vicky kicked her legs and tried to struggle free. Arthur let go of her knickers and gave her one hard slap on her half exposed bum. 

"Stay still!" He shouted.

At the sound of his raised voice Vicky stopped kicking. When she was still Arthur continued to pull down her knickers. Two pale, fleshy globes were revealed to Arthur, wobbling slightly as the knickers were drawn over them. The deep central divide also came into view. The orange knickers were inverted as they came down, the materiel trapped in between her buttocks. Arthur took a firm grip and yanked the knickers down. As they emerged from her bottom crack Arthur saw a brown stain in the crotch, it looked moist, was about half an inch long and darker and wider on the middle. Arthur dragged the knickers down her thighs and left them just above her knees. Inside out, the tell tale stain of Vicky's tardy attitude to hygiene on display. Inhaling deeply Arthur detected the faint odour of shit emerging from the young woman across his lap.

Vicky's slender thighs did not cover any of her modesty. The rear pouch of her fleshy pussy was on show, shaved and pursed together, there was a slight hint of inner labia between the outer lips.

Arthur smiled at a young woman that was careful to keep her pussy free of pubic hair but seemingly oblivious to a dirty bottom. He placed the palm of one hand on one of her buttock cheeks and pulled her bottom open exposing the sweaty crack and the small brown pucker of her anus.

"Hey!" Vicky cried out in protest but Arthur ignored her and continued to stare at her intimate details. There was a small amount of hair in her bum crack, moist with sweat and stuck to the sides of her inner cheeks. There was a thicker circle of hair around the anus and a small trace of shit could be seen around the hole. The anus itself was a faint shade of yellow. With her cheeks open the smell of her pooh was quite apparent now. 

"Dirty old perv." Vicky said through clenched teeth. 

"Judging by what I can see here you are the dirty one Miss Burns. Have you ever heard of toilet paper?" Arthur waited for Vicky to answer. When she gave no response he tapped her bum cheek lightly and asked. "Lost your tongue?"

"Just hurry up and get it over with. I never want to see this place again."

"Very well." Arthur started the spanking again. He took more time in between slaps now, enjoying the view of the naked eighteen year old bottom in front of him. All of Vicky's resistance had gone; she tugged her wrist from his grip and placed her hand back on the floor. 

This bare bottom spanking, although slower, had more force than the ones over her jeans and knickers. She cried out after each stroke, sometimes an involuntary squeak and sometimes she swore at the top of her voice. The beating continued regardless, there was more to see now that she was bare and Arthur enjoyed the way her skin wobbled and turned pink with each slap. After one hard slap, aimed at the crease of skin where her buttocks met her thighs, Vicky pulled her knees in and lifted her feet off the floor. This movement tightened her buttocks and pushed her pussy out behind, giving Arthur a nice view of her chunky lips. 

He had both hands free now and after a particularly savage rain of blows he stopped to admire his handy work. Vicky started to rise, thinking that the punishment was over but Arthur laid a palm on each of her cheeks and pulled them apart. A strong musky smell rose from her crack as it opened, followed by a short wet fart. 

"Let me go, I've had enough."

Arthur smoothed his hands over the warm chunky cheeks. "You won't be making any false claims for Jobseekers Allowance in future will you Vicky?"

"No. Now let me go." There was a loud sniff and Arthur thought he may have spanked the young woman to tears.

"Stand up." To get up Vicky had to push off her hands and feet, a movement that gave Arthur a final close up view of her pussy and bum-hole. She stood in front of him and bent to pull up her knickers and jeans.

"Not until I say the punishment is over." She stood straight again, directly in front of Arthur, head bowed and hands clasped in front of her lap. "Put them by your sides." Vicky moved her hands to her sides. Arthur took one last look at the young woman. Her eyes were red with tears, her jeans and knickers bunched around her ankles, the brown stain clearly visible. Her long bare legs looked lean and athletic. Every detail of her pussy was on display, the thin lips with their deep divide, a hint of inner labia poked out of the smoothness of the shaven mound. 

"OK you have had your punishment. You can leave but don't let me catch you trying to beat the system again." Before Arthur had finished his sentence she was pulling up her knickers and jeans. She stopped momentarily when the skid mark in her knickers caught her eye, but pulled them back on anyway.



The Interview



Hmmm let's...bill...bill...credit card application...Oh!! a response to my resume...mmmm congratulations you've shortlisted for at interview at 9 am today. 9 AM today?!?!?! That's in 45mins OMG! Dammit I hardly have time to take a proper shower and iron my clothes...wait a minute I don't even know what to wear!!! 

Some how I managed to get out of my apartment within 10minutes of reading that letter, my hair was still wet, my heels felt uncomfortable and I think I may have torn my pantyhose in the process. But still my bad luck kicked in and because the heavy traffic I arrived much later than expected. What the hell I thought I might as well still after all I really needed to get a new job and fast. 

As I glanced around the roomful of cubicles I felt like one of those lab rats in those mazes thank god I was able to find the front desk clerk who directed me to the boss's office. I knocked as I turned the door knob looking around the room seemed vacant but wait there seems to be a figure standing outside of the other completely opposite this one. I felt nervous as I walked towards; my skirt was also really riding up my ass. Took a deep breath and turned to knob, amazed at the spectacular view of the city from so high, I then turn to face a well dressed Asian man who looked like he was in his late twenties somewhat of my own age. His facial expression looked a bit disturbed but my unannounced appearance so I immediately apologized for being late as well entering his office without informing his secretary.

Leaned against the wall with his arms folded his eyed my body from head to toe...that's when I remembered I probably looked like crap from all that rushing this morning but that didn't stop the sudden rush of redness to my cheeks I've always had uncontrollable blushing when people stare at me. With majestic swagger he dipped into his pocket and pulled out pack cigarettes and lit one up and placed it between his lips before he spoke. His words felt like nails are he scolded me for my tardiness as he grabbed the resume off my hand. He laughed in tone of mockery as he reveal that I hadn't walked with the requested documents (shit I must have forgotten to read that part). That's when I decided to explain no plead with him to consider my application my deep brown eyes were almost filled with tears.

That's when he look at me and made that devilish grin on his face. I felt like a cornered cat in this guy's presence. Once again his black eyes balls were not disgustingly tracing my body again, that's when he instructed me to unbutton my top, in shock I ask him to repeat, he said again this time in a sterner tome. He reminded that just a few seconds ago I sounds do desperate for a job he wanted to know how really desperate I was. Truth is I'm about to be thrown out of apartment and off the street so if he desired my body do be it. I pulled my blouse out my skirt and began popping the buttons one by one as he looked. I parted open a bit so my tie rested between my tits. He motioned me to slip the top off complete he wanted to see the full frontal view of my exposed chest. I shivered as the wind blew around me my soft brown nipples grew harder from the wind's coldness; I cursed my self for having big breasts.

He wasn't satisfied as he rubbed his tenting black crotch he wanted me to now get rid of my skirt, so down over my heels it went as I stood there in charcoal torn crotch less pantyhose and black heels. I closed my eyes again as the wind blew triggering off sensations within my body as it brushed over my smooth legs and through my bald pussy lips. He shook his head in approval what he saw as his cock head now clearly printed against his pants crotch. Asian men are truly perverts I thought to myself as he now asked me to get down on my hands and knees and crawl towards him. I did so feel my boobs swaying between my hands; they were like heavy floating water bags fighting against gravity. Soon enough as I got closer down came his pants crotch to my surprised it was an amazing thickest dick, heavy dark cock hairs and well hung balls. I knew what he wanted me to do as I stood there smiling as he stroked it. 



On my knees I began to lick his ball sacs as I stoked his shaft, he lend his head back and let of a pleased sigh, one by one each cum filled orb was kiss but my red stained lips, massaged against my tongue and coated in my spit. As I jerked his cock I pulled the foreskin back reveal his hard brown mushroom helmet, I stuck my tongue out and licked for a bit as he pulled out another cigarette and lit it. Downwards I moved my mouth taking in as much of his dick as I could before pressing my lips and slowly moving up his thick vein. Up and down Up and down masterfully sucking his cock if this was my interview I'm gonna make sure and do it well. He pulled his glowing wet cock out my mouth and held my breasts together as he pushed his penis between them. His hands crushing my boobs to form a tighter hole as his hips jerked up and down. 

Pull up to my feet he got down on his knees and pulled my pussy lips apart as his stuck his tongue out licking the soft sweet flesh between them. He face pushed between my tight as he ate out of clit like a hungry child punished and starved all day. I could stop myself from playing with my nipples and I rocked my hip bone in motions I never knew I could around his lips as his tongue darted inside.

Pulled on the floor lying on my back he towered his body of me, kissing my lips and his skillfully dipped his cock into my wet vagina. My hands pushed against his body as I felt his warm steel hard cockhead moving inside me, I moan out hard as his pushed deeper trying to get into my as much as he could. Cupping my body he started hammering into my tight sweet spot. My breast and nipples vibrated with every motion of his hips. I watched as his body slowly began to break beads of sweat. Pulling my hips closer on his he pushed his balls roughly against my crotch.

He then turn me over on all fours fucking me from the back in hardcore doggie style under the sunlight. I should of felt ashamed and disgusted, but instead I too busy pushing my thighs back on his hips, moaning in ecstasy as my breast bounced about. It felt so exotic as his hand reached below my chest and grabbed my tits as he fucked me, like to wild horny animals fucking in the jungle. Here we were 20 stories above the city in the tallest building. Oh god I could feel my insides swelling being pumped full of his cock like that. 

I guess he felt a bit romantic he turned me around to face him as he pulled my hips onto his lap, bouncing me on his dick like daddy's good girl. His lips nipped my breast every time they got closer to his face, his thunder hips drilling inside me hoping to find oil.

The funny this is that about the time his cell phone rang, and he took the call, casually speaking on the phone as I rode his cock. God I felt so dirty, it was great, Like a virgin cowgirl riding he stallion out in the open ranges. With out a second to loose he pulled his pussy drenched cock out and pushed it inside my mouth, stiffening his body as he came. Squirts of his creamy cum hit the back of my mouth and down my throat.



Pulling me back to my feet he kissed my lips as his hand rubbed my wet pussy lips. You're hired he said with a smile. I still remember that day like my first it's been 2 years since then and he still passes by asking if I want a smoke and I say yes indeed =)



The Interview



I was in my junior year in college, majoring in museum studies. Everyone in my class—and undoubtedly every museum studies major in the city—was applying for internships that summer. The New York City—and especially Manhattan—is filled with world-renowned museums, from the Metropolitan Museum of Art to the Museum of Natural History to the Guggenheim to the Whitney to the Cooper-Hewitt to the Museum of the City of New York to the Museum of the American Indian, as well as lesser-known ones such as the Lower East Side Tenement Museum, the Skyscraper Museum, and the Museum of American Finance. And I applied to intern at all of them. But the museum I most wanted to intern at was the Museum of Sex. 

I sent in my fledgling résumé—really little more than a summary of the classes in museum studies I'd already taken and a couple of irrelevant summer jobs—and what I hoped was a persuasive cover letter, as I'd done with all the other museums on the long list, and at first didn't give it much more thought. 

A couple of days later, I got what I assumed was a form email from a woman named Jane Williams, a curator at the museum, acknowledging receipt of my application. 

I spent some time on the Internet trying to find out something about her, but her name was too common for me to find her. If she was one of more than one hundred people with that name on LinkedIn in the New York area, she wasn't one of the few LinkedIn members who admitted to working at the Museum of Sex. 

But somehow that email—even though I assumed it had been sent to everyone who'd applied to become an intern at the museum—was all it took to make me spending every waking moment having a fantasy about the curator. 

My fantasy went something like this:

I get a call. The woman at the other end of the line identifies herself as Jane Williams. She has a polished and professional but friendly voice, and we set up an appointment for an in-person interview a few days later. 

At the appointed time, I show up at the Museum's office entrance. A pretty young woman opens the door. When I identify myself and the reason for my being there, she takes me down a narrow hall and has me sit down while she make a phone call. After a few moments, a woman comes down the hall and greets me by name, identifying herself as Jane Williams.

She's not at all what I'd expected. She's on the young side—in her mid-twenties, I'd guess—and she has a pretty face with a cute little upturned nose, but she's awfully heavy—I estimate her at over two hundred pounds at no more than about five feet four. Her low neckline shows a lot of cleavage between her ample breasts, a gold cross nestling between them, and she has a delicate tattoo of a rose toward the top of her right one. Her dress is black and short and tight, and she's wearing black fishnet stockings and black shoes with low heels. 

She puts out her right hand for me to shake. Hers is small and delicate, but her handshake is firm and emphatic. "Thank you for coming in. Come to my office," she says, turning and leading me back down the hall. Her bottom is much larger than usually attracts me, but I find myself fascinated by its rolling roundnesses as she walks. 

She opens the door to her office—her name is on a plaque to its right.

"What makes you want to intern at the Museum of Sex?" she asks—a little abruptly, I thought, although I'd expected the question eventually. "Your museum combines my two greatest interests," I say, as I'd rehearsed innumerable times. "As you can see from my résumé, I'm majoring in museum studies and I'm going into my senior year. It would be a great opportunity."

"You realize that it's not like interning at the Met or the Modern," she says. "It doesn't have the same cachet. It's not necessarily going to help you get a job after you graduate."

"Like everyone in my class, I've applied to intern at the Met and the Modern and Museum of Natural History and the Whitney and the Jewish Museum and the Museum of New York and the Museum of Holography and pretty much every other museum in the city. I assume that you haven't gotten quite as many applications as all the others."

She gives me a smile. "Well, actually, we've gotten more than you might think."

"But you invited me in for an interview. I assume that means that I'm at least under consideration."

"Yes, of course. But I'm telling you as much for your benefit as for mine. I don't want you to be disappointed by what we do here. You don't study restoration or provenances or any of that kind of thing. Most of what we do is cataloging contributions to our collection, maintaining our website, and planning and mounting shows."

"That's fine with me," I say. "I've studied cataloging special collections, I know how to design and build websites and I've done a few practicums of shows of student work at school."

"And we deal with material that makes many people uncomfortable. It's important that everyone who works here can tolerate all aspects of the subject matter."

"I think I'm pretty tolerant," I say. "Nowadays on the Internet you can see almost everything."

"I suppose you can," she says. "But, nonetheless, it's imperative that I personally confirm your comfort level."

"Fine."

"I have a small screening door," she says. "Come with me." She stands and comes out from behind her desk to open a door to her right. I enter the room and she follows me in and closes the door behind me. 

The room we're in is windowless and dimly lit. I can see a large flat-screen monitor on the opposite wall. Facing the monitor is a single overstuffed couch.

"Sit down," she says, taking a remote control from a small side table and pushing a button.

I sit down on the left side of the couch, not too far to the armrest and not too close to the center. She sits down on the right, about the same distance from the right armrest. We're about two or three feet apart. 

The monitor, which looks to be about ten feet in diagonal, is showing the Museum of Sex logo. "Are you ready?" she asks.

"I don't know what to be ready for," I say.

"That's right, you don't," she says, and clicks another button on the remote. 

The monitor displays the title "Softcore Pornography of the 1960s" for a few seconds, and then fades into a montage of grainy, dated footage of naked people—mostly female, but occasionally male—kissing and touching but not quite having sex. Many of the young women are very attractive, and many of them are kissing and fondling each other—one of my favorite subjects. If I wasn't sitting next to a prospective employer, my reaction would almost certainly be more enthusiastic and less restrained, but under the circumstances all it does is make me feel awkward.

After another minute or two, a new title is displayed "Softcore Pornography of the 1970s." Now the women look less like flower children and more like Playboy models. The film is less grainy and the photography is more polished. The women mostly have larger breasts, look at the camera more seductively, and behave more sexually. I'm becoming aroused, and I cross my legs in an ineffectual attempt to rearrange my privates. 

"How are you doing?" Jane Williams asks me. "This is the sort of material you'll be working with here every day."

"Fine. I'm doing fine. I like this sort of thing."

"Let's just skip ahead," she says, pressing a button on the remote. A menu is displayed on the screen, and she scrolls down to "Current Hardcore Pornography." When she selects that, a long list of topics is displayed. She selects "Shuffle All."

A moment later, the screen is filled with two young men lying on a rug fellating each other. I swallow hard. As far as I know, I don't have the slightest interest in having sex with another man, and the sight is fascinating, repelling, and incomprehensibly exciting all at once. But I have barely enough time to register what I'm seeing before the scene is replaced by one of a beautiful young woman on a bed on her shoulders and knees driving a large, realistic dildo into herself. I love watching women masturbate, but I don't particularly like seeing them use toys, yet once again the sight is almost unbearably exciting. I squirm in my seat, trying to rearrange the hard-on in my pants. 

On the screen the picture has changed again. Now it's two half-naked women on their knees in the center of a couch. They're kissing deeply, and their breasts are pressing against each other as they fondle each other's buttocks in tight-fitting bluejeans. This is closer to my usual preference, and I squirm more.

Somehow my squirming has moved me closer to the center of the couch, and I find that my right knee is touching Jane Williams' left leg. I jerk my leg away, but to my enormous surprise I feel her hand on my leg just above the knee, pulling it back to touch her leg again. 

And it doesn't just pull my knee back against her leg. It stays there, and after a moment, it begins to move gently up and down along my thigh. 

The situation is so confusingly exciting that it almost no longer matters what's being shown on the screen before us: a woman pleasuring herself, or a man; two women with each other, two men, a man and a woman, or a larger group of people. 

On the couch in front of the screen, I'm sitting next to a woman who's my prospective employer, and she's sighing as she caresses my thigh with increasing emphasis. 

The screen is filled with an infinite variety of explicit sex, and Jane Williams moves her hand all the way up my thigh to my crotch. Her fingers find my fly and pull it down and free my aching, overengorged, rigid penis. I gulp as her small firm fingers caress me with almost fastidious delicacy. 

Her other hand finds my right hand and directs it to her own crotch. Somehow her short skirt has ridden up to her waist, and she presses my hand to her panties, which are completely wet. I slide my fingertips beneath them and find her labia. She sighs and spreads her legs further apart. Her clit feels as hard as my cock. 

On the screen, a man is fucking a beautiful woman in the ass, and she seems to be delighted. Next to me, Jane Williams shudders under my fingers and groans deeply. It sounds like she's having an orgasm. 

The scene on the monitor changes to a woman eating another woman. Still holding my cock with her left hand, Jane Williams slides off the couch and positions herself on her knees in front of me. Using her teeth and her free hand, she tears open a condom and unrolls it onto my cock. I'm watching a woman tongue another woman's pussy as Jane Williams envelops my cock with her mouth. 

I glance down from the scene on the monitor to the scene at my crotch. The sensations merge with the images and I'm overwhelmed. I hear myself groaning as I come again and again into the condom in Jane Williams' mouth as she sucks and sucks, gently fondling my balls with her right hand. 

Carefully, she lets my cock slip out of her mouth, wipes her mouth against the back of her wrist, pulls her skirt back down over her legs, and sits back down on the couch. The screen is still displaying an infinite variety of sexual interactions. She pushes a button on the remote control and the screen goes blank. She turns a switch on the table to her right and room lights go on. I see that there's a box of tissues on the side table to my left, and I use one to remove the condom. I put my now-flaccid penis back into my pants and zip up. I see a wastebasket below the table and toss the tissue.

"Well," Jane Williams says. "I see that you can handle this material quite well." She stands up, and I do the same. "We'll be giving you careful consideration, and if we decide that we want you as an intern, we'll call you within the next week." She opens the door and leads me through her office and down to the exit.

I was entertaining myself with that fantasy—or one of its several variations—when I got a call from a woman who identified herself as Jane Williams, from the Museum of Sex. She said that she'd found my cover letter and résumé impressive, and that she'd like me to come in for an in-person interview. Just hearing that nearly made me come.



Sex Performer 02: My Second Job, The Interview



I did a quick last minute application of mascara to my lashes and studied my face in the rearview mirror. Running to this interview for a second job straight from my day job meant no time for a wardrobe change, so I looked every bit of the conservative accountant that I was, but conservative wasn't exactly what this place was looking for.

I fluffed my short curly red hair before stepping out of the car. Taking a shaky breath, I glanced down at my pinstriped grey slacks and green blouse, hoping that my interviewers would see my potential.

I walked into the empty club, glancing around. There were tables scattered around the empty room, strategically placed around stages. A bar ran the length of the wall to my left. My steps echoed in the silence.

"Hello?" I called out, hesitant to walk further into the empty club. I turned as I heard footsteps approaching me, and took a deep breath as a stocky woman approached me.

"You're Samantha." It wasn't a question, and she barked it at me as she walked right past. I blinked in surprise. "C'mon back." 

I recovered from my surprise to follow her through the club to a small office in the back. She motioned to a chair as she sat behind her desk.

I realized I hadn't said a word. "Hi. Are you...?" I was blanking on the name of who the woman had said I'd be interviewing with.

"Violet," she supplied for me. I cocked my head and studied her. She didn't strike me as a "Violet", with her masculine energy, particularly since she was watching me with an intensity I found disconcerting.

"Nice to meet you," I found myself murmuring. 

"Candace will be joining us in a few minutes. You spoke with her on the phone," Violet continued, leaning back in her desk chair. "So, tell me about yourself."

I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts before speaking. "Well, I'm an accountant who just came from work. That's why I'm dressed..." I hesitated and gestured to my outfit, "like this. I'm 29, single, no kids-"

"Why do you want to work here?" She interrupted.

Why, indeed. I was trying to formulate my response when she cut through my thoughts.

"Is a guy pushing you to do this?"

I shook my head. "No! Not at all." I laughed. "No man's ever been able to push me into doing something I don't want to do."

"Ok," Violet nodded, seeming satisfied with my response. "We sometimes get women in here who are being pushed into this by someone. We want people who want to be here, enjoy the work, and know how to give a show."

"Is it a problem that I have no stage experience?"

Violet shrugged. "Doesn't have to be. Some people naturally have it. That's what the tryout's for." She leaned forward. "So, back to my question, why do you want to do this?"

It was my turn to shrug. "I've always been a little bit of an exhibitionist, and this sounds fun."

"'Little bit'," Violet stared me down. "Clarify."

I shifted uncomfortably.

"Look, Samantha. Here's the deal. You're going to be showing a lot to a lot of people here. If you can't talk to me about this stuff, I have some questions as to whether or not you'll be able to be naked on the stage much less participate in anything."

I nodded. "I get that. I do." I sighed. "The thing is I don't really have much in the way of exhibitionism experiences. I've gone to work wearing skirts without panties a few times." I shook my head. "It's all really just fantasies."

"I see," Violet replied neutrally. 

I didn't have a chance to respond as a bright, bubbly woman (Candace, I'm assuming) popped into the office, knocking as she walked in. 

"Sorry I'm late, Vi," she said, smiling warmly at Violet before turning to me, and sticking her hand out. "I'm Candace."

"Hi," I replied, shaking her hand. "Sam."

"Ah, so we can call you Sam," she said, leaning up against the edge of the desk. "I wondered if you were going to be all 'stiff upper lip' on us, since you were an accountant and all."

I smiled, liking Candace immediately. "Accountant who's trying to land a second job at a sex club."

"We're not a 'sex club'," Violet corrected me blandly. "We are a 'sex performance venue'. You will not be having sex with the patrons, only the other performers." She paused. "If you make it past the audition, that is."

I nodded, feeling chastened. Candace sent me a warm smile. "So, you're here to...?"

I briefly explained my experience to Candace, much in the way I had told Violet. The two ladies shared a look between each other before turning back to me. 

"So, do you think you'd be comfortable doing something like this?" Candace asked. "I mean, our performers put it all out there."

I had thought about that multiple times since seeing the ad in the paper and making the call for the interview. "I'd like to think so," I replied. "I can tell you that I've had several amazing orgasms fantasizing about this."

Violet considered that. "That's definitely a good sign."

Candace nodded. "So, why get a second job?"

I smiled faintly. "Student loans. I got my masters to get into the job I'm in, but the job I'm in won't cover the debt."

For the first time since I met her, Violet grinned. "We've heard that story before. That's what brought a few of our people to us."

Candace nodded, smiling. "And a couple of our performers are going to school right now and doing this to avoid getting loans."

I grinned. "If only I'd known about this when I was going to school, I might not have the debt."

"Or the masters degree." Violet commented. "Some people enjoy this so much they decide to do it full time."

Candace looked back at me. "So, let's see what you've got to work with."

"Ok," I replied, unsure as to what she meant.

"Time to strip," she continued, motioning for me to stand up.

"Here?" I asked, surprised. The office was tiny to start with, but with the added people, there was hardly any room. 

Plus, it was just sort of a surprise to be ordered to strip after discussing student loans.

Violet waved her hand. "Don't worry about making it fancy or doing a dance. Your audition will show us your potential. We just want to see what you've got hidden under the clothing."

I nodded and stood. Hands shaking, I unbuttoned my blouse, removing it and dropping it on the chair behind me. I slid my sensible heels off as I unbuttoned my slacks, feeling short as I peeled them over my hips and down my legs. I felt silly as I stood in front of these two women wearing my matching nude bra and panties—and grey trouser socks. I peeled the socks off first, grinning slightly at the ladies as I did.

Still, neither said anything, waiting patiently for me to finish disrobing. I reached behind me, unhooked my bra, and set my large natural breasts tumbling free before taking my panties off. I stood in front of them, nude, and fought the urge to cross my legs and cover my breasts with my arms. 

Neither of them made eye contact but looked me over. Violet made a motion to have me turn around, and I did. Mentally, I cataloged all of the flaws I had. 

"Ok, Sam bend over, spread your legs a little, and touch your toes," Candace instructed me.

I took a deep breath and followed the instructions, surprised to feel myself getting turned on, and fought the sudden and surprising urge to reach down and spread my pussy lips for both of them to see.

"Ok, Sam. You can stand and face us," Candace said. I turned back to face them and noticed Violet was making notes on a sheet of paper.

Violet absently motioned toward my clothes. "You can get dressed again and have a seat," she said, not looking up from her notebook.

After I dressed and settled back into my chair, she looked up at me. "So, here's what I'm thinking. We'd like to give you a shot. How do you feel about toys?"

I shrugged. "I generally like them."

"Ever used a Sybian?"

"No, but I've always wanted to," I replied.

Violet nodded. "Ok. So, tomorrow we open at 7, but things don't really get going until about 9. We usually like to put our auditions on about 8—a few people, but not too many, and it'll give you a chance to check us out as well, see the other performers, get to know the clientele, that sort of thing. We'd like to have you do a Sybian show—about 15, 20 minutes or so. Longer if you can handle it, but not expected at this point. Interested?"

I nodded, shifting in my chair to try to ease the increasing excitement in my already throbbing clit, and hoping I wouldn't be leaving a huge wet spot on the seat when I stood. "That sounds great."

"Be here at 7 tomorrow, then." Violet said standing and extending her hand for a handshake. I stood and shook her hand before turning to leave. 

"Oh, and Sam?" Candace said to me as I was about to enter the hallway. "Remember that you will be naked on stage, so I'd suggest spending some time pampering yourself before you come in." She gave me a smile, eyeing my crotch before returning her gaze to my eyes. 

I nodded as I felt the blush come over my fair Irish skin and hustled out of there. I had some things to take care of.

I was freshly shaved in all the places that mattered, lotioned to an inch of my life, perfect nightclub-esque makeup completed, and my hair was curly and wild. I dressed casual, knowing that I wouldn't be dressed for long, and slung a bag over my shoulder as I left the car.

I walked into the club with a little more confidence than the day before, but my nerves were about performing, and whether or not I'd be any good at it. Candace was standing at the bar studying a clipboard as I walked in.

"Hey," I said, shyly as I approached her.

"Hi Sam!" She smiled. "You're right on time." Candace set the clipboard down on the bar. "Let me give you the tour and introduce you to a few people."

She explained the different stages and introduced me to the staff who were present before bringing me back to the ladies' dressing room.

"The dressing rooms are separated by gender," she explained. "Admittedly, you'll see it all on stage, but we want to try to keep the sex out there and not in here," Candace finished with a wry grin. She ushered me in and motioned to a vanity table with a locker next to it. "This is where you can put your stuff. There's a robe for you in the locker."

I nodded. "Ok."

"You'll completely disrobe in here and wear the robe out to the stage. When you're on the floor—which we encourage—you'll wear the robe," Candace explained. "You can wear some lingerie out on stage, but that'll come later."

"So, I'm pretty much going to be naked a lot around here," I commented. "Got it."

"The other performers don't tend to show up until a little later, so you'll meet them after your audition."

I glanced around the room, shifting nervously.

"You ok?" Candace asked. 

I smiled nervously. "Just nervous."

She placed a calming hand on my arm. "That's natural. But I think you'll enjoy this. We've got a pretty good group of people working here, and the clients are really great."

"Ok." I took a deep breath. "I want to do this."

Candace jerked her head toward the hallway. "Let me show you how the Sybian works, and then you can come back here and get ready, ok?"

Taking another deep breath, I nodded and followed her to meet what I'd be performing with. 

I stood in the backstage area, wearing my silky robe over my bare and smooth skin and completely nervous. My palms were sweaty and my legs were shaking. 

And my pussy was already sopping wet.

I heard my cue and exited out on the stage, pausing momentarily when the lights blinded me. Candace had warned me about this, but it still surprised me a little. I was able to quickly focus on the Sybian sitting in the middle of a mattress placed on stage and made my way over to it. 

As I reached it, I was able to look out into the audience and see a few people sitting at tables, drinking and talking with each other. Violet and Candace stood in the back of the room. Candace smiled at me while Violet just watched me with the same bland look she watched me with yesterday.

I untied the belt of the robe and let it slide of my body to pool on the stage. People in the audience became quiet as they turned their attention to me. I bit my lip as I looked out into the audience, sliding my hands down over my breasts to my stomach and fingers briefly touched the bare skin of my freshly shaven mound. The nervousness I was feeling turned to anticipation.

I turned toward the Sybian, kneeling on the mattress to apply a little bit of lube to the dildo sticking up from it. I noticed that a condom had already been placed on it, within the safety guidelines of the club for the performers. I shifted to mount the toy, placing a knee on either side, and sliding onto the dildo. 

It had been so long since I'd had sex—or been penetrated—that my head lolled back as I moaned as I slid down onto it. Catching my breath, I reached down to spread my lips so that my clit was on the vibrating pad of the Sybian, feeling the smooth skin and my wetness. I loved the feeling of my silken skin, wet with juices. I had to force myself back to the task at hand because what I found myself wanting to do was to lay back, spread myself wide open, and rub my clit until I came—and with the way I was feeling it wouldn't take long. Rather than waste the juices collected on my fingers, I lifted them to my mouth and sucked on them, loving the taste. I looked out into the audience, making eye contact with a couple of men, making more of a show of sucking each finger into my mouth so that they could see my tongue working around it. 

My pussy started screaming for attention, and I grabbed the controls and turned on the vibration, just about jumping from my seated position when it began. 

"Damn, that's strong," I muttered under my breath, turning it down a little.

Strong, but nice. Very, very nice. 

I ground my clit against the machine, finding my hips thrusting on their own accord as I rode. I reached up to play with my nipple, rolling it between my fingers, and watching my audience. I went from feeling scared of their judgment to feeling powerful, controlling. I had their attention and I wanted to keep it that way.

I made eye contact with Violet as I did something only women with large breasts can pull off: pulling my breast up and sucking on my own nipple before swirling my tongue around it. She gave me a small smile of acknowledgement, and I smiled in return, continuing to roll my nipple between my fingers.

Turning up the power on the machine, I increased my thrusts on the dildo, grinding my clit against the vibration, and the orgasm caught me by surprise. I pitched forward, barely catching myself before I fell off, and screamed out. I rode the orgasm out and shifted enough to break the contact between the vibrations and my clit to let myself calm down for a minute. 

Breathing heavily, I pushed myself back up to a seated position on the machine and looked toward the back of the room. A mad was standing next to Violet, wearing the signature club robe. Another performer. He was the stereotypical "Tall, Dark, and Handsome", but it was the look in his eyes that had my fantasies running. Suddenly, my hands became his hands on my breasts, my fingers running down my thighs were his fingers, but the machine I was riding became the man. I could feel his lips against the column of my throat as I bucked my hips against his cock faster and harder. I felt the orgasm coming and grinding my clit harder. The second orgasm was even more powerful, but I kept eye contact with him through it until it ended and I slid off the machine to the mattress.

The crowd's applause was what brought me back to reality, and after a moment of catching my breath, I stood to accept my applause, tips, and grab my robe, returning to the dressing room on shaky legs.

I had showered and was sitting at the dressing table when Violet entered. "Well, you surprised me. I didn't think you'd pull it off."

I looked at her. "I wasn't sure I would either," I admitted. 

"The job's yours if you want it." Violet continued in her no-nonsense manner. "You'll work three nights a week and you'll need to work out with Candace what you will and won't do. No sleeping with the clients, no drugs, and no alcohol while on the job."

I sat silently waiting for her to finish with all of the stipulations.

"Well?" She finished up her list and waited for me to respond.

I smiled and nodded. "I'll take it."

Violet nodded and turned to leave, stopping at the door. "Oh, Sam? Nice trick with the boobs." She smiled slightly. "Glad to have you on board."



The Interview



The alarm barely had time to sound before Abi's hand darted at the off button. She was so used to waking up at 6.30 every morning that she no longer needed an alarm in truth. She preferred to start the working day abruptly however and so she used an alarm. As usual, Jason didn't even stir at the interruption to his slumber. She swung her bare legs out of bed and stretched silently. The sun was just starting to glow over the horizon and was causing her curtains to glow softly. The gentle light framed her naked body which, shuddering slightly at the spring cold, she forced out of bed. Her long dark hair floated gracefully down her waist. She stared at her reflection in her mirror and visualised getting dressed. This was another routine she practiced daily. As Abi's mother told her, "routine is good for the soul."

She started the practice by thinking of her underwear. She imagined putting on a small black thong, translucent at the front but with a delicate lace frame. She thought to herself "I'm so glad I shave myself there or my favourite underwear would be rather ugly." She mentally slapped herself at her own interruption and continued. She then imagined putting on a matching bra. Still thin and translucent, but easier on the lace. She had relatively large breasts and did not need to drag more male notice to them by having lace poking through her blouse.

Underwear sorted, she then considered what else to wear. She knew that today could be the day. The day she finally got her promotion in motion. All the right senior managers were in today. She just had to look the part. No excuses. She decided on a red silk blouse. It cost her a fortune and she last used it in the interview for her current job. She now considered it her lucky blouse as, amazingly, she had been offered a place at Thinemans, Bank of London at just 18 as a trainee corporate investment account handler. She finally settled on a short skirt. Abi was proud to look after her body. No harm in showing a temporary charm, she thought to herself. The skirt came only halfway down her thighs but at least had enough give in it that she could bend over relatively freely. She settled on a pair of 4 inch heels which pushed her height up to just under 6 foot. She preferred being tall -- particularly when dealing with men. Men and interviews..., she admitted.

Abi's job was her life. Considered a mathematical prodigy by her school, she shocked and appalled her teachers and parents both when she declined University. A model student, few could imagine a better place for her to go. Abi wanted to work and felt that University was just delaying the inevitable. The job at Thinemans was exactly what she wanted. She earned enough to move out at 18 and was quickly known as a unusually skilled mathematician. None of the other trainees could beat her in any of her exams when it came to maths. Even though she was by-far the youngest trainee, Abi was determined to go far at Thinemans. She knew that the business was doing well and she wanted to be a big part of it's success.

Feeling confident, she stealthily navigated the bedroom and showered. Jason would sleep through an earthquake!, she thought to herself. Indeed, upon returning he was still asleep. Hardly surprising, he came in so late last night... She sometimes wondered if his late hours were simply the rigours of being a policeman or if there was more to it. A battle for another day, she decided.

The drive to work was, for Abi, the same as every other drive to work. Another routine of hers was to visualise the day. Today was a little different however as today could be the day. Someone in corporate investment had retired and all the trainees were told that interviews would be happening soon. Some of the trainees had already been told that they were not ready and thus would not be considered yet. Abi was not one of these people. This job was what she had wanted since she was at school. A real job. Not a trainee. A PA. An office. A company car. Everything. Abi lusted after this job like a teenager lusted after a boy. She needed it. She visualised getting called for interview. She thought of questions. She even spoke some of the answers aloud. Preparation is everything, thought Abi.

Abi arrived at work with 10 minutes to spare, just like every other day. She passed security and gave the man behind the desk a nod. He looked her up and down and winked but Abi pretended not to notice. At least that confirms I look OK today, even if I do get perved on, she thought. The could feel the guard's eyes following her all the way to the lift and was pleased when the doors finally closed.

Two floors up, Laura got in. The lift immediately started to fill with a scent of light roses -- Laura's trademark perfume. Abi reflected, It would be a lot nicer if she didn't wear so much of it., It was common fact amongst the trainees and even some of the qualified staff that Laura despised Abi. Abi had spent a lot of time trying to work out why and even build bridges with Laura but all efforts were futile. Laura was cool to most people but to Abi she was freezing.

"Good morning" said Abi brightly.

Laura didn't even acknowledge her other than a slight baring of perfect white teeth. Abi was not jealous of Laura but she could not help but admire how beautiful she was. Laura was a few inches taller than Abi but all those inches were in her legs. Laura was in her mid twenties but most would not have put her a day over 19. It was well known that Laura had modelled at university and that she still maintained the diet and fitness routine required of a model. Laura's breasts were a little smaller than Abi's, but she advertised them more. She wore a dark blouse, unbuttoned to show slightly more cleavage than the average woman could get away with. A white, lacy bra strained to show through the top of her blouse. Her skirt came even shorter than Abi's and was tighter besides. Now, she will have trouble bending over!, thought Abi smugly. Where Abi dressed for professional elegance, Laura dressed for professional sex appeal. Abi had heard the men speak in hushed tones about Laura on more than one occasion and the topic of conversation was never fit for the office. In fact, she had heard them speak about herself like that too. Men should think of something else sometimes..., reflected Abi.

The lift arrived at Abi's floor and she walked smartly over to her desk. She sat down and began her usual routine of emails and in-tray, followed by low-value accounts and voice messages. A few of the girls came over for chit chat but Abi was a little shorter with them today than she normally was. I will not be found slacking today!, she vowed. She wondered if Laura had ever slacked. Abi may have been top of the class in mathematics, but Laura was a close second. Laura was renowned around the office for her clinical decision making. There was a reason that Laura had few friends. Abi had read the report on one of her corporate account handling. She advised the CEO to make 10 people redundant in order to increase overall profits by 3%. That said, Thinemans had made a good deal of profit out Laura's decision making and Abi knew that her and Laura were the favourites for the promotion. A soft chime from her computer roused her from her thoughts. An email from Mr Strachan!

Abi,

Please come and see me in my office at 11:00 for an interview. It will last no longer than 30 minutes. I'm sure you are aware for what position the interview is for.

Please note that Mr Lovegood and Mr Kirtman will be advising in this recruitment process.

Please ensure you come appropriately prepared.

Regards,

Nick Strachan

Senior Manager

Corporate Accounts

Thinemans Bank

Abi's heart skipped a beat. This is it! She could have danced around the office. 18 Months of hard work to get to this point. Do not fuck this up! She scolded herself for thinking negatively but that did not take away from the pressure that she was feeling. She looked down at the time. 10.30. Only 30 minutes to go! She looked around the office and was surprised to see so many disappointed faces. She overheard Charlotte telling Gina about how she was just sure that this was her chance and how Mr Strachan was a fool for saying she needed more development. Gina made sympathetic noises but her face looked otherwise. So did the tears on her face. Abi peered around her computer screen to look for Laura and was slightly surprised to see that she wasn't there. She look around the room but couldn't see her. Maybe she is having a break? She immediately squashed that thought. Laura never took breaks.

Abi wondered how exactly she was to prepare for the interview anymore than she had done over the last 18 months. She brought up the "About Thinemans" page on the Intranet but she knew it all by heart anyway. She considered visualising the questioning and answering process again but thought she might get some funny looks if she started talking to herself like she did in the car. She eventually decided on partly-validating a low-value clients tax return. My last low-value client... She thought wistfully. The clock on her computer dragged itself around to 10:55 and she decided to make a move. She only had to go up one floor but she felt it would be polite if she was a few minutes early. In the lift she couldn't help but put one hand over her stomach.

"Stupid butterflies..." she grumbled.

The lift doors opened and admitted her to the hallway which led to the only office on the floor. She walked over to Mr Strachan's PA and opened her mouth to say why she had come but the PA got there first.

"Please take a seat Abi. Mr Strachan is interviewing another candidate right now. He will see you shortly."

Abi barely had time to flatten her blouse and smooth her skirt before the office door opened. Laura walked out baring her perfect smile.

"Thank you Mr Strachan. I look forward to hearing from you soon" Laura said sweetly.

"No later than the end of the day" said Mr Strachan smartly.

Laura turned and walked past Abi and Abi could not help but notice the filthy look that she gave her. Abi returned a smile but for once actually wanted to return the look and maybe even a good kick to match. Why did it have to be her that got interviewed first!! She tried to force her face into a serene expression but thought it probably still looked as bitter as she felt. Her bitterness was eased considerably when she saw a damp, faintly white mark on Abi's blouse, just above her right breast. She puts so much effort into looking the perfect woman but when it counts ends up getting something on her top. Karma is a bitch... She thought vindictively. Her train of thought was halted by Mr Strachan.

"Abi, please go into my office and take a seat. I will be a few moments."

"Yes, Mr Strachan", she said obediently. She immediately regretted saying it as it made her sound like a schoolgirl. She had heard the whispers of the odd new trainee saying she was too young for such a serious job. Mostly, they stopped complaining when they heard how good she was. Mostly. Still, she found people talking about her age more than irritating and made a lot of effort to at least appear like she was the same age as everyone else.

She went inside Mr Strachan's office and sat down in front of his desk. It was huge -- even compared to the qualified account handlers offices. He had 3 large windows looking over the London skyline. A large bookcase full of books filled one entire wall up to the ceiling. There were a handful of personal items she saw, a picture of his family, a small table, some comfier chairs and a mirror. Mr Strachan had worked for Thinemans for nearly 26 years and his office reflected his wisdom and seniority.

Abi started absent mindedly playing with Mr Strachan's stationary. Do I know enough? What did Laura say? Does she know something I don't. Mr Strachan's pen fell through her fingers and slid a few feet behind her towards the door. She stood up took and look at the rear of the door. A hierarchical structure of Thineman's management poster was stuck to the back. She smiled thinking, one day... She turned around and bent over and picked up the pencil. She felt her skirt slide up her thighs and wasn't quite sure if it stopped sliding where she thought it did. That will teach me for wearing such a stupidly short skirt! You are at work you silly woman, not a brothel! She stalked back to her chair.

"Sorry about the wait Abi. We will get started now. How are you?"

Abi jumped. Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't even heard Mr Strachan come in. She wandered how long he had been at the door and flushed at the thought of him seeing her so exposed. The skirt didn't go that high... Did it?

"Not at all. I am very well thank you. Yourself?" she said, trying to keep the note of surprise out of her voice. Mr Strachan's face was a mask of serenity.

"Well, thank you. Please call me Nick." It was not a request -- more of an instruction.

"OK Mr Str- Nick." She blushed a little but thought, so far so good...

Mr Strachan frowned for a moment then sat at his desk. Abi look at him and thought to herself you might have been good looking once. He was around early 50's, hair beginning to grey at his temples but otherwise black. He had a slight paunch beginning but he hid it well through a smart, well fitting suit. She thought that there was something different about him than from when she saw him in the hall but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Mr Strachan began in a formal tone, "Abi, firstly, you should know that we are only interviewing you and Laura. You are our only candidates. You do not need me to remind you that this is an important position in the company and we will only accept the best candidates. I hope you understand that."

Abi opened her mouth to agree but Mr Strachan continued.

"Secondly, this interview will not be about your knowledge of the company or evaluating your current skill set. You have been regularly examined in the last 18 months and you have come in the top 2 every time. This interview is more about assessing your... people skills." He ended the sentence with a wry smile.

"OK..." said Abi. She wanted to say something witty but her brain was still trying to work out exactly what he wanted from her. Not assessing my knowledge?

"Are you familiar with Laura, Abi?"

Abi thought this was an odd question but replied, "err Yes! We erm.. chat sometimes. Kinda..." She inwardly groaned at her less than polished response but he appeared not to notice.

"What do you think of her?"

This is weird... Thought Abi.

"She is very skilled at what she does, Nick. She is a good decision maker and quick with figures and solutions." She said honestly. She added, "I think she could work on her people skills a little however." She could not help but smile at her own joke.

Mr Strachan shared her smile. "Perhaps you are right. I guess I will find out soon enough. Tell me Abi, what do you think of Laura physically?"

There was a long pause. Abi tried to work out what he wanted to hear from her.

"She is attractive, I guess." She laughed hollowly. What on earth is going on?

"I agree, Abi." Mr Strachan shrugged his shoulders. "Anyway Abi, this interview is about you. Please stand, let me have a look at you. I saw that you had made a lot of effort with your clothes today. But then, you always do, don't you."

Abi stood. He actually notices what I wear? She walked to the side of his desk so he could see her fully.

"You are a beautiful young lady, Abi" Mr Strachan said, very matter-of-factly.

"er.. Thank you" Abi flushed, somewhat embarrassed.

"I'm afraid I will have to be more forward. How badly do you want this job?" he asked.

"More than anything" she replied truthfully.

"Laura said the same thing." He chuckled slightly. "She proved it too I think."

Abi didn't know how to reply to that so she stayed silent. There was a long pause before Mr Strachan said quietly.

"A man in my position enjoys certain privileges. Perks, if you like. You trainees are my responsibility and thus, one of my perks. I am like the gatekeeper of your career Abi. If you please me today, I can open to gate so you can start collecting and enjoying your own perks. You do want to please me, don't you?"

Abi wondered if he could be suggesting what she thought he was suggesting. She hoped that it wasn't. "Of course!" she said, a little too brightly.

"Laura pleased me very much, Abi. You have a lot of work to do if you want this job."

Abi realised that she was still standing and was nervously toying with the bottom of her skirt, rolling it up an inch and down again. Mr Strachan's eyes had forgotten her face and he was largely addressing her skirt now. She stopped toying with skirt and smoothed it again. She looked at Mr Strachan's face and he looked hungry.

"How can I please you more than she did then Nick?" she said, hoping to get a straight answer out of him.

"I won't tell you that but have you noticed that I changed my shirt?" he asked rhetorically.

That is what looks different about him! Abi couldn't believe she didn't notice it before.

He continued, "In truth, I think she needed to change her top too but I think the embarrassment of walking around all day with my cum on her blouse might bring her down a peg or two."

Abi's suspicions and her fears were confirmed. So that's what that damp mark was... That little slut!!! Mr Strachan seemed to be waiting for a reply from Abi. She needed time to think. How am I going to get out of this?

"er... It might I suppose..." she mumbled.

"Needless to say, if it is obvious that you want it less than Laura, you will stay with the trainees until a new opening arises. If you breathe a word of this... arrangement to anyone, I will dismiss you and ensure you never get a job in any bank in London again. If you impress, you will be a significant step closer to getting the job. Am I understood?" He spoke as if he was speaking to a waitress ordering food.

"I do understand Nick. Is there another way I can impress?" She hoped fervently that he would have something else for to do.

He sighed and said "Such a shame, Abi. You are so gifted. Perhaps next time." He turned away from her. "Please leave my office." he added sadly.

Abi felt numb, everything she wanted was falling apart from her. She wondered if she really did want it that much. Would Jason understand? Maybe if it was just the once... Besides, if Laura did it then I guess I could to. Once it's done... She scolded herself for daring to think of doing what Mr Strachan wanted but she couldn't help her thoughts snowballing. No one else would know. Most people think that either Laura or I will get the job anyway. It's not like he advertises this arrangement. Besides, Jason is a bit older and Mr Strachan isn't that bad. She looked at the man who was old enough to be her father and tried to convince herself that what she just thought was true. Jason's extra 6 years of age was not the same as Mr Strachan's 30 years. Should I? God I want this job so badly.

Mr Strachan coughed loudly. She realised she been staring at the bookcase for 10 seconds and ignored his command to leave the office.

"Mr Strachan... er Nick sorry.. I err..."

"Yes?"

Just the one time. Never again. Once this is done, no one can blackmail me again. Plus I can get one over Laura. Thinking of Laura gave her a little conviction. Maybe it will be worth 5 minutes with this... this... PRICK just to see Laura's smug grin wiped off her face. I am better than her and I deserve this job!




The Interview



"I'll do it." Abi said shakily. She couldn't quite believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. "I will be better than Laura." She surprised herself by saying that aloud.

"I hope you will be, for your sake" said Mr Strachan simply. He turned his chair away from the desk and towards Abi. He looked expectant. "When you're ready, Abi."

Abi swallowed and her conviction for what she was about to do grew. One time only. No one will know. One time... She was standing barely 2 feet away. She took a small step forward and sunk to her knees. Her shaking hands went to his zip. She looked up at him and saw him smile encouragingly. She pulled his zip down and undid his trouser button. He was wearing white boxer shorts which had the front button undone on them already. Laura's work, no doubt, she thought hatefully. Her small, delicate hand delved inside the large hole in the boxer shorts. She wrapped her hand around his firming cock and brought it out in front of her. It was neither large nor small but it had a pleasant amount of girth. She started running her hands up and down it slowly, feeling it rapidly harden in her hand. She adjusted her body position and leaned forward slightly. A familiar smell struck her -- roses. Laura's perfume... Slut...

Abi had no intention of giving Mr Strachan hours of entertainment. I will do just enough, just better than Laura. I'm not a whore like her. The question is, what did Laura do? Mr Strachan was watching her intently. Abi kept up her caressing. She gripped his cock tightly, near the top and jerked him down and up, down and up, down and up. White pre-cum began to ooze at the tip of his cock. She thought to herself, hopefully all she did was give him a handjob. That way, maybe if I put it in my mouth a few times he will think that is better. She steeled herself mentally. Abi didn't mind giving blowjobs but she had never been blackmailed into giving one before.

Abi pulled down on Mr Strachan's cock and tilted it towards her face. She looked up into Mr Strachan's eyes. She noticed how grey and cold they were. He had no qualms about crushing her career, blackmailing her or even Laura for that matter. He had nothing to lose. Pushing thoughts of anger from her mind, she maintained eye contact and brought her face closer. Mr Strachan seemed to look at her more intensely. She could feel his cock pulsing gently in her hand. She licked his cock from the base slowly -- all the way to the top. She stopped just before the pre-cum. No need to go overboard. Laura would never have don- wait... She could almost taste something on her tongue that was neither cum or cock. She closed her eyes and repeated the action, licking his cock at both sides all the way up. Her tongue fanned wide to capture the taste as much as possible. She recognised not the taste but the texture on her tongue. Like a silky oil that was the reward from deep kissing. She knew that someone else had been licking or sucking his cock and it didn't take a genius to guess who. That dirty whore!

Abi had no choice now but to give Mr Strachan the best blowjob she could muster. Mr Strachan was smiling. Abi wondered if she could read her mind from her facial expressions. Abi restored eye contact with him, smiled as sexy a smile as she could give and then opened her mouth wide. She then dropped her head into his lap until should feel his cock at the back of her throat. She closed her lips and then moved her head backwards. She then had just the head of his cock in her mouth. She then rotated her tongue, flat against against his head and moved it in circles. This caused Mr Strachan to grunt slightly which gave Abi a minor feeling of satisfaction.

Abi let some of her saliva slide down his cock. She had sucked enough cocks in her tender years to know what men liked. She pulled away and was pleased to see she had licked away the pre-cum. Which guy doesn't like that...?, she thought wryly. She raised her hand slightly to drag the saliva down the shaft and it began to lubricate her hand movements. She felt a pressure on the back of her head -- Mr Strachan's hand... She yielded to the pressure, opened her mouth once more and took him deep. She then slid slowly back up to the tip of his shaft and then slid quickly down again, all the while caressing him with her tongue. Any time that Abi caused a grunt she made a mental note. This had to be her best work. Abi settled into a rhythm that gained a little speed. Mr Strachans hands were resting on her neck.

Abi could gradually feel Mr Strachan's fidgeting getting more urgent. He was starting to involuntarily press on the back of her neck in rhythm with her head. Abi was driving his cock to her limit, which was about a couple of inches from the base. Abi had deepthroated a cock before -- she remembered it well. Her first boyfriend when she was 15 had practically begged her. That's what you get when you get with older guys... Abi didn't overly enjoy deepthroating though and felt that she was doing enough. Suddenly, her mouth completely full of cock, Mr Strachan pulled her head right into his lap. The final few inches slide down the back of Abi's throat. Abi coughed, somewhat unprepared and swallowed involuntarily. This made Mr Strachan give his loudest groan of pleasure yet. Somewhat affronted, she yanked her head out of his lap and looked up at him quizzically and as regally as she could master. It's hard to look regal when you have just spent the last 5 minutes whoring yourself..., she thought bitterly.

Mr Strachan looked at her and said cooly, "If you want the job, you must do better than Laura. She couldn't deepthroat. I think that you can though. Up to you of course but I didn't have you down as stupid."

Abi knew she was trapped now. Ha! Something that I have that Laura hasn't! She knew that he had a point... I had best get on with it... I have got this far I guess. Somewhat forlornly, she breathed deeply, opened her mouth wide and did just has her friend had told her when she first did it. Breathe Abi. That's it. Breathe. Then open as wide as you can but make sure your lips are wet. Then pick a point at the base of his cock. Aim his cock exactly down your throat. Slide it in to your limit. That's it- perfect. Now swallow and half way through, slide forward that last few inches. Mr Strachan tilted his head back and moaned. Don't try and breathe too much. Try and draw your surname out on his cock with your tongue before you go back for air too. Abi resisted the urge to gag. If this doesn't get me the job I don't know what will. Abi pulled back for air and repeated the same procedure. This time, she flicked her tongue out across the base of his shaft. To try and gain a bit more breathing time, she then put just his head in her mouth and sucked it in hard but wet. She teased all around his head with her tongue, starting to feel the taste of cum again. He must be getting close now, she hoped.  

Abi got back into a rhythm of sucking, teasing and ramming it down her throat. There were no complaints or interruptions from Mr Strachan and Abi could tell he was getting closer. Suddenly, his desk phone rang. Abi was not entirely sure whether to stop or not, so she paused with her mouth half full. Mr Strachan picked up the phone and leaned back again in the chair. He then put some pressure on Abi's head. Keep going I guess...Abi tried to repeat the sucking motions smoothly and without noise. Harder than it looks!, she realised.

"Yes?" Mr Strachan answered gruffly.

Abi could just hear the answer over her own activities.

"I have some messages from Mr Lovegood and Mr Kirtman. Would you like them brought through?"

Abi recognised the voice. It was Mr Strachan's PA. Just keeping up pretenses... He will get rid of her... Abi was not really prepared for what Mr Strachan said next.

"Yes, please bring them through immediately."

Abi didn't have time to even get her head out of his lap before the door opened and the PA walked in. Her wet lips, guilty expression and close proximity to Mr Strachan's bare cock spoke volumes. The PA took a look, smiled hawkishly and walked over to the desk as Mr Strachan returned the phone to the hook.

"Your messages, Mr Strachan" she said smoothly.

Abi felt more pressure on her neck. He wants me to continue??? She was so embarrassed she thought her cheeks were on fire. She could tell everyone!! I wonder if Laura had the same treatment... She realised that if she resisted, she could ruin all her hard work so far. I can't believe I'm gonna do this. She saw out the corner of her eye that the PA was watching her smiling. Abi closed her eyes, gathered her conviction once more and tried to imagine that she was in a locked room that was 300 miles away from another soul. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and slid half of Mr Strachan's cock in her mouth. Last time someone watched me give some a blowjob was when Kari was teaching me to deepthroat... That was when she was 15. Different circumstances now... She thought bitterly.

Clearly satisfied with Abi's response to the interruption, Mr Strachan said, "Thank you, Kelly."

"Will there be anything else? Perhaps some condoms are required?" she said innocently.

I am actually going to hit her when I'm finished here... He will not be screwing me! If Laura didn't let him then I won't either! She carried on sucking Mr Strachan in half motions -- as delicate as she could manage. She realised after a few seconds that Mr Strachan hadn't answered her. She saw that both Mr Strachan and Kelly were looking at her expectantly. The question was directed at me!

She pulled away from Mr Strachan. "err... No they won't be required.." She mumbled feeling silly. She looked Mr Strachan in the eyes and said firmly, a little louder. "At all."

Kelly clearly had seen this all before. How does Mr Strachan get away with it?, wondered Abi.

Kelly closed with, "Thank you Mr Strachan" and promptly turned on her heel and left just as abruptly. Somewhat relieved to see her go, Abi continued a bit more earnestly. She was a little deflated to see that the interruption had caused her to lose a bit of her momentum. He was still as hard as a rock but he was not as tense. I can't quite believe I am willing him to cum! She thought. This job better be worth it...

Abi returned to her rhythm of deepthroat followed by massaging the head of his penis with her tongue followed by deep, smooth and wet sucking. She could tell she was doing it all a bit more vehemently now. She wanted him to cum and it to all be over. She didn't think her cheeks would ever stop being red. Abi had Mr Strachan's cock in her throat when he surprised her by speaking.

"You know, Abi you are impressing here. Laura was most rude to Kelly."

I bet she was... For once I couldn't blame her!, thought Abi bitterly. She didn't really know what to say to that she just bleated in consent. It sounded a bit strangled with her mouth full but it seemed to satisfy.

"Plus your mouth is so... accommodating." He sounded almost mocking.

She pulled off, smiled her sexiest smile and slide him back in again. He didn't call me here for conversation... Just get on with it, girl...

"It's just such a shame that as it stands, you and Laura are equal in my book" he said. He didn't bother to hide the malicious grin from his face.

Abi caught unawares, coughed his cock out of her throat. Equal?? I am on my hands on knees, blowing him, deepthroating him, with a boyfriend at home despite the fact that I am better than Laura and he thinks we are EQUAL???

She grabbed his cock in her hand and massaged it, determined not to lose her momentum again. "Equal?" She couldn't hide the hurt, surprise and anger in her voice.

"Yes. Unfortunately for you, Laura had the good sense to take her clothes off before satisfying me. I know that you have come dressed..." He looked down at her bare thighs and the skirt which had ridden up well past modesty. "appropriately. However, whores generally look their best in their skin, don't you agree?"

Abi didn't know what to say. Her heart sank. Even if I finish him off we are equal? It's too late to take my clothes off now. She realised that she would have done it too. I guess him seeing me naked doesn't compare to giving a blowjob... Maybe if I started now, he wouldn't mind... But I am not a whore! Her hands moved to the buttons on her blouse. She just undid past the halfway mark before Mr Strachan interrupted.

"I think it's a bit late for that now Abi... Your interview is nearly over. If you want to be sure of my support, you will have to think of something else. Either that, or you can gamble and hope that how quickly you agreed to this situation will go in your favour. Obviously I cannot guarantee that."

Interview is nearly over? Clearly that means he thinks he is going to cum soon... Abi began to wish that she could start again. How am I in this situation?? Did I agree quickly? She tried to cast her mind back to the start but couldn't remember what she said. How long did Laura take to agree? Abi suddenly felt all of the whore that Mr Strachan clearly felt she was. Her self-respect seemed to vanish and all she wanted was to beat Laura. She didn't care anymore. This is all that stuck-up bitch's fault. I HATE her.

Abi stood up and looked at Mr Strachan. He was smiling smugly and was holding his erection. Abi closed her eyes and tried to think it was Jason sitting in the chair. Her hands returned to her unbuttoning as she felt ridiculous with her blouse half undone and would have felt more ridiculous to do it back up and then do what she was about to do. She moved the folds of her blouse away to expose her breasts in her thin, translucent bra. Her nipples were clearly visible through the material. Abi opened her eyes and saw that Mr Strachan started to slowly masturbate.

She lifted her skirt up higher. She realised that it had ridden up when she had been kneeling and the PA would have seen more than Abi bargained for. Not much I can do about that now... She rolled her skirt up onto her hips. Mr Strachan drank in the soft teenage skin on her lean thighs. Abi's black thong was no less translucent than her bra. Mr Strachan could see her bare mound and her perfect rear. Abi pinched the lace frame of her thong and pulled it down to her ankles. She stepped out it and lightly kicked it out of the way. Mr Strachan looked at Abi's pussy hungrily. Abi knew it was wet from habit. Normally giving guys head means I will get a good time too... I don't think that is going to happen today. She stuck two fingers in her mouth and ran it through her pussy, making sure it was lubricated. She turned towards the table and put her hands on it. She pushed her ass back and formed a perfect curving line with her back.

"I'm on the pill so don't bother with condoms. Just get on with it." she said angrily. She refused to give him the satisfaction of addressing him with his title.

Mr Strachan stood up and walked the few paces to where she was stretched out, leaning on the table. He stood behind her and Abi heard the sound of his belt hitting the floor followed by his boxers. She felt his hand grab her side roughly and then shortly felt a pressure at her wet opening. Mr Strachan did not tease her or stand on ceremony. He drove his cock deep into her pussy in one fluid motion. Abi was pushed further onto the table. Abi felt his cock inside her and was felt grateful for her own exuberance when blowing him. He was so rough with her that her saliva acted as a somewhat necessary lubricant. Mr Strachan was hammering her from behind. Each time he drove him, Abi was pushed further up his desk. Soon, she was pinned against the side, held in place by Mr Strachan and the desk. The hard wood pressed against her hips painfully but she refused to cry out. Abi was eye level with Mr Strachan's family photo. She slammed it face down onto the desk. Now is not that time to be thinking about that... Mr Strachan's balls were slapping against her pussy. Abi felt every inch the whore. One time only... Never again... Mr Strachan was grunting and breathing hard. Abi could feel him tighten inside her and knew he was getting closer to cumming. Abi took a hard slap on her ass by surprise. It stung like hell. I will not cry out! I will not give him the satisfaction! I won-

Abi surprised herself when she let out a moan of ecstasy. She hated feeling a whore. Hated being bent over a desk for a job. Hated having the taste of cum in her mouth. Hated what she was having to do to beat Laura in this stupid contest. But that doesn't stop being fucked feeling so good... She vowed to not let another moan slip out but she had already given Mr Strachan what he wanted. Her head was yanked back as her grabbed her hair.

"You filthy slut!" he whispered loudly in her ear. "Ahhh... Yeah...."

She could fill her tight pussy begin to feel warmer and fuller. Mr Strachan did not let up as he pumped as much cum into Abi as he could. Abi was surprised how much there was as Laura had already taken a load barely half an hour before. I bet Laura had it easier... She just had a little bit on her top. She wondered where the rest had gone and remembered that Mr Strachan had to change his shirt. She might be a whore but she refuses to swallow! She felt somewhat victorious about this. Abi, under normal circumstances, had no qualms about swallowing cum.

Abi could feel Mr Strachan's cum sliding towards her opening. She counted 6 spurts of cum being pumped into her before he was spent. He slid out of her with a wet sound. It's over... That job is mine! I deserve it after this! Abi was breathing heavily, still leaning against the desk. She heard a click behind her.

She turned around and Mr Strachan was holding a camera and smiling smugly once again. He had kicked off his trousers and underwear. He was sweating from his efforts but his face said that he enjoyed nailing such a young teenage beauty. Abi surged with anger. I did not say he could take a photo! What if someone sees!

"What the hell are you doing?" she said half indignantly. She realised that it was hard to be taken seriously when your blouse was open, skirt was around your waist, your bare pussy was on display and you were full of cum.

"I have one final... challenge for you in your interview." he said smugly. "You can choose to either, allow me to post this photo on the internet..." He paused slightly and Abi's world swam.

Post on the internet? But... Oh my God!! Anyone could see! My family!! Jason! He can't find out about what I've done...

"Alternatively, you can bend back over that desk and allow me a bit of... free reign."

"What does that mean?" she asked, somewhat worried. Nothing goes on the internet. That bastard, I have completed the interview! I did better than Laura!

"Exactly as I said" Mr Strachan said simply. "What is it to be?" He clicked the camera once more and just smiled.

Abi was filled with rage and fear. This wasn't about a job. This was about Mr Strachan and getting what he wanted. However, her hands were tied. I have no choice... Getting the job is pointless if no one respects me because they think I'm some kind of porno girl. Abi was shaking with fear and rage. There is nothing I can do. I cannot let anything go on the internet!! Not a single thing!




The Interview



"Promise me that after this, it ends." Abi's voice shook with anger but it held tones of resignation.

"Regretfully, I promise. You can even have the camera -- including the pictures."

Abi turned around again and leaned against the desk. Now that some of the heat had gone, she felt very exposed to her boss. She felt completely powerless. Her mind was filled with preventing those pictures going anywhere but the rubbish bin.

She heard Mr Strachan walk forward and come close to her. She wondered if he could really manage another round. Round 3 for him..., she thought. She silently gasped when she felt something slide inside her. She recognised them as fingers. Mr Strachan pushed two fingers deep inside Abi. She felt his other hand come between her thighs and flick her clit. Abi bit her lip to stop herself from making any sound. Anything to stop the pictures...she told herself. She involuntarily contracted from the attention. She was still full of Mr Strachan's cum and her contraction forced her to push it out of her. Mr Strachan's fingers were rubbing against her G-Spot and this was causing her to contract more. Soon, she could feel all of his seed trickling out of her. Mr Strachan was rubbing Abi's clit feverishly. It was all she could do not to scream out in delight. Oh god that feels so amazing.. I can't show it or he will think I want this more. I will never be free. Must stay focussed on getting those pictures...

After a few minutes, Mr Strachan pulled his fingers out of Abi and stopped the attention to her clitoris. Abi couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed.

"Turn and face me and get on your knees" he commanded in a tone that brooked no argument.

Abi did exactly as she was told. She looked up at him. She schooled her face into a dutiful and obedient expression. It's nearly over...Mr Strachan was smiling malevolently. He was still naked but for a shirt and his attentions to Abi's pussy had begun to awaken his stiffening cock. Abi noticed that he was holding his hand out in front of him slightly, palm up. He tilted it down towards her and she saw the unmistakable clear white wetness of cum over it. So that's what he was doing...

"I want to watch you clean this up. Orally. Once every last drop has gone, you can have the camera and you are free to go."

I should have seen that coming... Abi thought bitterly. She could hardly believe that she had sold her pussy to him and let him fill her up with cum only to return to what she was doing in the first place. Abi didn't mind tasting herself before -- indeed she occasionally did so on lonely nights with her vibrator. That said, she had never told anyone that before and she had never been ordered to do it. Abi saw the camera in Mr Strachan's other hand. I just have to lick his fingers and then that is it. Finished. No pictures. The job. Laura screwed over. Everything.

Abi swallowed, steeled herself and leaned forward. She felt like a puppy begging for its master. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his palm towards her face. She opened her mouth and held her tongue out. She chose the largest pool of cum on his palm and slid the flat of her tongue along it. She tasted her own juices but predominantly the taste of his cum. I'm not sure if I'm ever going to stop tasting cum... She swallowed and she saw him lick his own lips. Abi could tell she was being blackmailed into fulfilling her boss' fantasy. Abi could feel her eyes starting to well with shame. She closed her eyes and took his index finger in her mouth, more roughly than she intended. It tasted stronger of her own juices. She sucked each and every finger greedily, eager-to-please, and, as she did so, watched his cock grow back to firmness. She finished off by licking the last of his palm clean and swallowed. Finished!, she thought. Please just give me the camera and let me go...

"Every last drop of it, Abi" Mr Strachan said with a sneer.

Abi was close enough to Mr Strachan's cock to know what he wanted. She sighed and opened her mouth. This was all the invitation that Mr Strachan needed. He shoved his cock in her mouth and she dutifully rolled her tongue around it. Mr Strachan grabbed Abi's head and pulled it towards him hard. Abi just prevented a gag by swallowing repeatedly -- exactly what Mr Strachan wanted. Three more times he repeated this before he was satisfied. He pulled out and Abi closed her mouth. Totally deflated, she didn't have it in her to wipe the single tear from her eye. Mr Strachan laughed at her and tapped her on the cheek with his wet cock before turning away.

"Get dressed please and leave my office. The camera is yours. You will hear about the job by the end of the day."

That's it? It's over? Abi could barely believe it. Abi stood quickly and tried to regain some modesty by pushing her skirt back to where it belonged. She found her underwear and put the small black thong in the gap between her front and the waistline of her skirt. Just want to go and get clean...She wondered if she would feel clean again. She had whored herself out for a job and she knew it. This will be worth it... She tried to ignore the spots of doubt in her mind. Is any job worth what I just did? She did her blouse back up and flattened the clothes. Mr Strachan was already dressed and standing by the door. Upon seeing she was ready he opened it and smiled a false, broad smile.

Abi grabbed the camera and walked through the opened door, not looking at him.

"By the end of the day" Mr Strachan said smartly.

Abi ignored the knowing smile from Mr Strachan's PA and headed for the lift. She got in and pressed the button for her floor. She was surprised to see that she had only been gone 30 minutes. It felt like hours. The walk back to her desk took her past Laura who gave her a quizzical, level stare which she returned. You will know soon enough, you slut...

The hours seemed to crawl by. She just wanted to get the confirmation and go home. To shower. To celebrate. To destroy that camera. To forget. Abi still couldn't shake the taste of cum and the sensation of Mr Strachan's penis sliding in and out of her mouth. Finally, she received an email from Mr Strachan, of which Laura was also a recipient.

My Office in 5 minutes please.

Regards,

Nick Strachan

Senior Manager

Corporate Accounts

Thinemans Bank

She saw that Laura had already stood up and was adjusting her clothes. She noted that she hiked her skirt up slightly. Abi stood up, gritted her teeth and copied. Mr Strachan has seen a lot more than a few extra inches of thigh today... The journey in the lift with Laura was a silent but tense affair -- made no better by them being the only occupants. It was made no less awkward by Abi having a good idea what Laura had done to Mr Strachan in her attempt to get the job. And it's not like she is in the dark about what I have got up to either..., she thought ruefully. Mr Strachan was outside his office already.

"Thank you for coming Ladies. Come inside. Please." His tone of voice was such that you would never have guessed that he had them both sucking his cock just hours before. Abi followed Laura into Mr Strachan's office and was surprised to see it already occupied by two older men. One was quite short and fat and the other tall and thin. They looked almost comical standing next to each other. Laura seemed to recognise them and offered them a curt nod. Abi didn't bother and just stared straight ahead. Just a few minutes and then that's it. Goodbye Laura. Hello promotion. The butterflies in her stomach dared to come back, rejuvenating her spirits.

Mr Strachan closed the door and stood slightly in front of the two men, facing Laura and Abi.

"Ladies, this is Mr Kirtman and Mr Lovegood. As you have been made aware, they act as my recruitment advisors." Mr Strachan's pointing demonstrated that Mr Lovegood was the fatter man. Abi noticed he was sweating slightly. Abi recognised their names from the email she had received earlier in the day.

There was a pause before he continued.

"I'm sure you are both aware of the... strenuous interview that you both had to do today." Abi fidgeted uncomfortable and felt Laura clench. I bet you don't even feel bad for it, you bitch..."A decision has been made."

There was a long pause.

Mr Strachan smiled broadly, "Congratulation's Laura!"

Abi felt numb. She must have misheard.

"Mr Strachan -- wha-?"

"I'm sorry Abi. You were, in my opinion much more... obedient. Not to mention offering a much wider range of entertainment." Abi flushed. "However, Laura has the good sense to take a hint and offered her... services to both of my advisors. I voted for you but they both voted for Laura." Abi felt cold. "Amazing what a well placed blowjob can do for your career, isn't it Laura?" Mr Strachan said sweetly.

Abi looked at Laura venomously. Laura hardly looked embarrassed. She noticed Mr Lovegood and Mr Kirtman looking at Laura lustfully. I did all of that for Mr Strachan and lost. Abi remembered the handjob, the blowjob, the deepthroating, the screwing, the creampie, the fingering, the clit rubbing, the cum swallowing, the shame, the hate. She felt used and useless. She had been discarded because she didn't think to sink to her knees for three guys. Abi felt like she knew what prostitutes felt like when the client didn't pay.

"Until next time, Abi", said Mr Strachan with an air of closure. There will be a next time... she realised. She hated what she had to do, but not as much as she hated Laura and Mr Strachan. Not as much as she wanted the job. The ice had been broken.

"Until next time, Mr Strachan." She flashed her teeth at him in what she hoped was a smile. After a slight pause she added. "Mr Lovegood. Mr Kirtman." and offered them a barely perceptible wink. Abi saw from their expressions that they had noticed it.

Abi knew that wink would make another "opportunity" come up quickly. Laura and Mr Strachan were going down. If she had to give head to every male in the office, Abi would get her revenge against them both. Remembering Mr Strachan's expression as she swallowed both his and her own juices from his fingers, she knew that an opportunity for revenge would be soon.



The Interview



Copyright 2012 by madengineer3

This is fiction! Any resemblance to any real person or place is simply coincidental. 

*

Ever since elementary school Marvin Whyte had been a egotistical bastard. Both of his parents were full professors in a nearby college. They had "old money" via inheritance and "new money" because they enjoyed working. Marvin wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he was born with a complete sterling silver table service. To a certain point Marvin had been endowed with a wonderful genetic makeup as well as a nurturing environment. He was exceedingly intelligent. Early on he realized that he could lie convincingly. He was also into sports. He always played to win, one way or another. If there was any way to commit a foul without it being seen, he'd do it. It would be fair to say that Marvin was a prime example of a narcissist.

Throughout all of Marvin's public schooling he was the focus of attention. He excelled on the playing field, he was the one guy that all the girls wanted, he had the highest grades and most of the teachers loved him. Marvin "played the field" with the high school girls. He was reputed to have bedded two thirds of the eligible high school senior girls during his four years of high school. He made sure that they were, however, all over eighteen. He wasn't stupid. Even in college Marvin excelled. He graduated summa cum laude with a degree in electrical engineering. Marvin was sure he had it made; after all he "deserved it".

Marvin accepted his first job before the graduation occurred. The firm was a small aerospace manufacturer that produced components for satellites. Marvin was up to the technical aspects of his job. While he was at the firm he managed to bed most of the women working there. Mostly they were one night stands. He'd grow bored of one woman and go after another. 

Towards the end of his second year he had enough women who were mad at him that he thought a change of scenery would be good. He was aware of a much bigger more diversified high tech company that wanted his expertise. He wanted the job very badly, for several reasons. First, the aerospace business was slowing down and he didn't want to be around when the pink slips started to be issued. Second, some of the women he had dated were married and their husbands had figured out that their wives had not been faithful. He wanted to be far away when some husband came looking for him. Yes, Marvin wanted the job at Acme Consolidated. But, interviewing at Acme was a double edged sword. If you were accepted by them your reputation was guaranteed to get a boost. If you were rejected by them it was a blot on your records. Acme didn't reject people without good cause, and most of the rest of their industry knew it.

Marvin had already had a first interview with Acme. They liked what they saw. They had him sign a short term confidentiality agreement so that they could show him the type of work that he would be doing if he were hired. 

A couple of weeks later they invited him back for a second interview. This time they sent him a first class plane ticket and booked him into a good hotel. They even gave him vouchers for a couple of drinks and a good meal.

His assigned seat on the aircraft was directly next to Julie, a stunning red head, who was going to the same city. She indicated that she also was involved with the interview process at Acme. Julie was a physicist.

After checking in to their hotel rooms Marvin asked Julie to eat with him. They enjoyed a wonderful meal. Marvin noted that Julie wore a wedding band. That however was not usually something that slowed him down. During the meal Julie kept asking the type of work that Marvin did. She wanted to know the highlights of his previous job and what he thought he would be doing at Acme. 

Marvin wanted to impress this woman so that he could get her go to his room so he could then get her into bed. As a result he didn't hold back on talking about what he had done and what he thought he would be doing for Acme. He did get her to his room but she didn't go to bed with him.

Marvin was sexually frustrated. He went down to the hotel reception desk and asked the male clerk for a tip regarding a nice, high quality, call girl. The clerk wasn't interested in helping him until Marvin indicated that he was there on business for Acme. Then, after checking something on his computer, and for a small amount of money the clerk gave him a number to phone and a name, Cindy, to ask for.

Marvin went back to his room and called the number he had been provided. He asked for Cindy and she came on the line. Her voice sounded unbelievably seductive. Her price was relatively high but she promised primo service with few holds, or holes, barred.

Cindy arrived and Marvin liked what he saw. The only slight downside was that Cindy wore a wedding band. However, Cindy spent the night with him. Besides the sex Marvin found that Cindy was easy to talk to, and talk they did.

In the morning Marvin got ready for the interview and checked out of the motel. He arrived at Acme at nine a.m. as requested by the personnel office. Marvin was confident. He knew his field, he had taken care of his sexual tensions, and he was ready!

The initial few minutes of the interview were strange. The human resources manager indicated that Acme had some very strict rules and operated mostly on the honor system. He explained that Acme was not interested if a person proved to not be honorable and honest. Marvin assured him that he was both. 

The human resource manager (H.R. manager) gave a very cold look to Marvin and indicated that they had determined that Marvin's character was far below the minimum standard that Acme required. Marvin was also told that the interview process was over. 

Marvin countered by indicating that nobody had yet interviewed him that morning. 

"Mr. Whyte, your interviews started yesterday and concluded just before breakfast this morning. You failed them."

"I haven't been interviewed! What are you talking about?"

"Do you remember the non-disclosure form that you signed the first time you were here?"

"Sure, but what has that got to do with it?"

"Do you remember the non-disclosure form you signed with your current employer?"

"Yeah, but that has no bearing on this interview."

"I have two reports here from the interviewers. Not only did you discuss, in detail, what you promised to not disclose you also discussed material that we have determined is trade secret material belonging to your current employer. Over fifty per-cent of your current employer's stock is owned by Acme. Your current employer has been informed of your test failure. You will have a meeting with your H.R. manager when you return to your job tomorrow morning."

"You're lying! What proof do you have of what I did or didn't say?"

The manager got up and went to the door and ushered in Julie and Cindy. 

"Mr. Whyte these to ladies are part of our interview team. Their job was to find out what you would and would not do when you thought nobody was looking. You came on to Julie even though she was wearing a wedding ring; that was strike one. You discussed what you were going to do here at Acme; that was strike two. You hired Cindy as a hooker even though she had on a wedding band, and you discussed the same types of things with her; that was strike three. Julie was wearing a tape recorder to verify what you had been saying. Before you start nit-picking you waived your rights to not being recorded in your non-disclosure agreement. It clearly stated that at any time during the time period of the interviews, either formal or informal, that the proceedings could be taped. I'm sure you remember that."

"Yeah, I do. So you are saying that my morals do not meet your company's standards, right?"

"Yes. We will drop you back to the airport and return the rental car for you. You file will also be flagged to make sure we do not bother you again. Have a safe trip home."

The flight back was grim. Marvin kept remembering that his current employer had been informed of the nature of his failed interview. 

Martin's own character had destroyed his future. He was facing disciplinary action for violating confidentiality rules. That information would be learned by any future tentative employer. The truth wins out in the end! The truth is a two edged sword.



The Interview



Eva was a tall curvy brunette Latina, her thin black glasses balanced neatly on her nose as she sat in the well lit corridor of a large law firm. She and two others were awaiting an interview for the role of a personal assistant, she was easily the youngest amongst the group, as she had only just turned 22 and lacked the grey hair and tired eyes of the others. Her long straight hair was tied back neatly and she crossed her smooth flawless olive skinned legs patiently. She had arrived an hour early just to be sure she wasn't late. She needed this job badly and had spent most of her money on her suit just to make sure she looked the part, she had even bought a brand new set of underwear. She'd opted for some very sexy black lace lingerie including suspenders; she had thought that if she was going for it, she may as well go the full hog, plus it made her feel like she could be one of the sexy business women she had seen in films. 

Her suit was smart and perfectly black, she had a well fitted jacket and pencil skirt that hugged her curves all the way around. Her blouse was crisp and white; it gleamed against the darkness of her suit. She had to admit that the blouse she had chosen may have been a little tighter than she thought, looking down to notice that her heaving DD breasts were almost fit to burst out if she inhaled too deeply. 

As she looked at the other potential P.A's she realised she was the only female waiting. She could see them glancing over at her, their eyes wandering over her legs trying to sneak a look higher up her skirt. It made her nervous; she had never been comfortable around men without the presence of other women but didn't know why. Even the secretary at the desk in the corridor with them was male, although she could tell that she was definitely not his type. She could feel her nipples harden under her bra with the nerves and pulled her suit jacket further round to cover herself.

The door in front of Eva opened as an interviewee left the office. Eva tilted her head a little trying to see what the interviewer looked like but to no avail, all she saw was a window and the outside world. There was a ten minute wait before the phone rang at the secretary's desk and the next person was called into the office. Again, Eva tried but was unable to see who was performing the interview. The corridor was deathly silent apart from the sound of hurried typing from the camp secretary and intermittent shuffling from other interviewees. After waiting for the final 'competition' to complete his interview for what seemed like eternity it was Eva's turn, her heart began racing and her palms began to sweat as the secretary pointed her towards the door to the office.

As she walked towards the door the sound of her classy black heels clicking with each step echoed down the hall. Eva paused ever so briefly at the door before taking a breath putting a smile on her face and turning the handle. On the other side of the door was the window she had only been able to see and a vast room with a table at the end. The room was minimalist yet functional and modern. As Eva looked around she could tell that a lot of money had gone into decorating this room. She shut the door behind her and proceeded to walk towards the desk.

The desk was glass, with highly polished chrome supports. A cup, some neatly arranged files and a laptop were all that sat on the desk. In front of the desk was a high backed squishy looking leather arm chair and behind it in a tall almost flowing chair sat a thin smiling blonde, she must not have been a day over 25 thought Eva as she extended a hand towards her interviewer.

"Hello, you must be Eva?" said the interviewee.

"Yes." Eva responded, shaking her hand.

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Abby, and I'll be conducting your interview today, usually someone else does the interviews around here, but seeing as though you're wanting to work as my assistant I feel it's better if I interview you myself, that way we can get a feel for each other. As we might not connect and you might think I'm a total bitch!" Abby let out a quick laugh and gestured to Eva to sit.

Abby was roughly the same height as Eva but was a little less curvy. She was a lipstick lesbian and always had been. Her hair was platinum blonde, and tied tightly at the top back of her head in a bun without a single hair out of place. She too wore a smart dark suit and skirt combo, her jacket was lined in light baby pink and down at her feet were a matching pair of stilettos. Her skin was smooth and warm in colour but she seemed pale in comparison to Eva. She wore light make-up with a pink lipstick matching her outfit almost perfectly in hue. Although she lacked the full impressive curves of Eva's body, her push up bra made what she had look just as good, her breasts and cleavage were amplified even more by the low buttoning of her blouse.

Eva sat in the comfy arm chair and felt instantly at ease with the whole situation, her potential boss seemed friendly and like an ordinary person, and she was female!

'Now I'm just going to run down the basic ins and outs of what the job is all about first. You'll be managing day to day filing, maintaining my schedule, dealing with clients and performing little errands now and then. Pretty basic stuff really. Your references and qualifications look well suited to working in this company. Now I've got a couple of questions for you if that's ok?" said Abby as she looked Eva up and down.

"Sure" Eva replied eagerly, leaning forward in her chair.

"What kind of wine do you like?" she asked.

Eva looked surprised "erm..." she mused.

"Or are you a spirits kinda girl?" Abby continued, "or... larger?"

"Spirits I guess, I don't mind wine, but only rose or white. Why?" asked Eva.

"Good. Because as my assistant, you will be required to accompany me on meetings and business trips, and if I have no drinking partner it might get a bit boring." She laughed, leaning forward and smiling at Eva.

Eva could not believe how casual this interview was, and was becoming more excited about fun this job sounded.

They both began chatting to each other across the desk, discussing everything from their aspirations in life to their lifestyle. They were both sat relaxed and comfortable as they joked about their idea of a nightmare interview when Abby let down her hair.

"You don't mind do you?" she asked.

"No, go for it. I can't believe how perfect you managed to get it tied back though! I always have loose strands flying everywhere when I try to do it." sighed Eva.

"It's just practice I guess." Abby paused momentarily. "Hey, seeing as though you're my last interview for the day do you fancy a drink?" She asked.

"Erm, I dunno..." Replied Eva, glancing at the stylish clock on the wall; it was 3 in the afternoon. "I guess so then yeah, sure." She smiled at Abby and began to notice more how perfect her skin looked in the light and how her eyes glistened.

"Great!" Grinned Abby as she reached into a cabinet behind her, revealing an alcohol cupboard and mini fridge. She pulled out two glasses and a chilled bottle of rose from a selection of other bottles. 

"I don't have a problem," she assured Abby, "although it sure looks like it, ha-ha! I just started with one or two bottles then decided to make it into a collection."

Abby sat back down in her seat, poured the two of them a glass and passed one to Eva. As the glass passed hands, Eva's fingers brushed lightly against Abby's causing a fluttering in her heart and sending a pleasant shiver through her body. Eva was certainly the hottest applicant of the day; in fact she was the only one that had caught Abby's eye.

"Cheers!" said Abby.

Each took a mouthful of the cool crisp wine, as Eva lowered her glass she sighed deeply in relaxation and popped the already struggling button on her blouse containing her bountiful breasts.

"Ooop shit!" squeaked Eva in embarrassment as her button pinged onto the desk.

Abby coughed and spluttered on her drink as she tried to swallow and laugh at the same time.

Eva hurriedly put down her drink and futilely tried to put the button back onto her blouse. Her face had gone crimson with mortification and her black lace bra was now very visible through the recently made gap. Abby set down her glass and wiped her mouth, still laughing at what she had just seen.

"Don't worry, you look around the same size as me, I've got a spare blouse hanging in my little closet for emergencies just like this! Just drink your wine and relax." Said Abby as she leapt from her chair and went to the near corner of the room.

"Oh no, it's alright, I'll just hold it shut, or do my jacket up or something." Replied Eva still embarrassed.

"I insist!" laughed Abby. "At least you're wearing a nice bra, if it were me I would've probably had some ugly bra on." She said as she pulled out a fresh blouse from the closet.

She took it off the hanger and handed it over to Eva. Abby hadn't noticed until now how big Eva's breasts actually were and found herself unable to stop peaking through the gap in her shirt. Her eyes widened more as Eva stood and slid her jacket off, exposing her torso fully. Eva was now definitely the hottest candidate of the day. Eva laid her jacket over the back of her chair, being careful not to crease it and looked at Abby.

"You can get changed in here if you want? Or down the hall in the bathroom?" offered Abby, still staring at Eva's breasts.

Eva didn't want to go back outside with her bra exposed encase anybody else saw, "Erm, I'll just get changed in here."

Eva looked down at her shirt and began to unbutton her blouse. She felt her skin begin to goose pimple up her back in the cool room as her blouse slipped to the floor. She thought to herself how strangely at ease she felt standing in half a suit in the middle of an office compared to the gut wrenching embarrassment she had experienced only moments ago. She imagined what she might look like to Abby as she looked down at her supple body.

Abby too was looking at Eva's body as she sat in her chair behind her desk, finishing off her glass of wine and pouring another.

"Woww.." whispered Abby under her breathe, although unintentionally loud enough for Eva to hear.

Eva looked up, catching Abby staring at her and quickly tried to cover herself a little.

"Sorry!" she said quickly "It's just I wish I had a figure like yours! Your boobs are amazing! I have to wear a push up if I want cleavage that impressive!" she moaned.

"Thanks." Eva began blushing again.

"What size are you? ...if you don't mind me asking?" puzzled Abby.

"36 DD, you?" Eva said opening her arms cautiously.

"Ooo, same! Kinda... except I'm smaller...32 C" laughed Abby.

Abby stood up and walked round her desk, and leant back against the front of it, her ass perched perfectly onto it. She handed Eva her glass of wine and they both took a large gulp.

"They look really soft! I know this is very unprofessional, but hey, we're already drinking," she laughed "but can I have a quick feel?" Asked Abby.

"Errrmm..." Eva looked at the floor a little unsure.

"Just to compare!" Interjected Abby quickly. "Look, you can feel mine too."

Abby necked the last of her drink and Eva followed suit as Abby swiftly dropped her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her full breasts supported by a pink bra.

"Yeah....I match my underwear to my makeup, clothes and shoes, it makes me feel co-ordinated." Explained Abby as they both stood in front of each other with their bras on. Abby moved her hands up towards Eva's boobs, and slid her fingers and palm onto them, she squeezed gently and worked her hands around them. Feeling the bare flesh at the top with her finger tips excited her and made her wonder what they would feel like free of the bra. Eva's nipples had begun to harden under her bra as Abby felt her breasts, the skin on skin contact was starting to turn her on, and she found herself a little disappointed when Abby removed her hands to squeeze her own.

"They feel loads softer than mine..." Abby said slightly glum. "Ok, so do you wanna feel mine now?" She asked, puffing her chest towards Eva.

Eva stared at her breasts and started reaching for them, she had felt her friends' breasts before but this seemed different, she was enjoying this more than just being inquisitive, she could feel herself getting wet at just the idea of touching her breasts. She held onto Abby's tits, she was right, they didn't feel as soft as hers, they were firmer, but it wasn't bad. She stared at her breasts in her hands then began looking around Abby's body, following her contours with her eyes. Abby was looking at her own breasts as well, she too was enjoying the sensation of being touched by another girl, but it wasn't enough.

"Hold on a second," said Abby as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, "I've got so much padding in this bra to push these bad boys up that you're not gonna be able to get a good feel and comparison I mean."

Eva withdrew her hands a little unsure as Abby cast aside her bra to the floor, fully exposing her breasts to Eva. Eva watched mesmerised as she saw this woman's nipples begin to harden in front of her eyes.

"It's a bit cold in here." said Abby, trying to cover up for her excitement. "Ok, NOW have a feel of them."

Eva carefully took Abby's breasts in her hands once more; they were firm, yet soft in her hands. She squeezed gently, working her hands gently around her boobs, she could feel Abby's nipples rubbing in her palms as she moved, and secretly hoped that she was enjoying it. She stared intently at the breasts in her hands, she was enjoying this a lot more than she thought was acceptable, and suddenly realised she had begun to massage Abby's tits rather than just 'compare' them, and had also moved her whole body in closer to Abby.

Abby was well aware of this and was unable to control her gentle moans as Eva worked on her tits, stimulating her nipples. She could feel her clit aching to be touched at the thought of taking this further. Abby lightly took hold of Eva's wrists and moved her hands off her; Eva blushed heavily and stared at the ground taking a step back.

Abby stared at Eva's heaving breasts, "Do you think I could feel yours without your bra?...."

Eva looked up from the ground; she could see a burning passion in Abby's eyes. Eva nodded bashfully and started reaching round to unhook her bra. Abby quickly stopped her, moving in close, she reached around her back for her and undid her bra. Eva let it slide down her shoulders and straight to the floor. Her breasts bounced out of their confinement and into the waiting hands of Abby.

"Wow! These are amazing!" exclaimed Abby as she cupped Eva's tits, squeezing them firmly.

Her pussy was getting wet and she was finding it harder and harder not to start touching herself. Eva gasped as Abby began to trace her finger around her nipples. As they looked into each other's eyes they smiled cheekily. Abby slid her hands down and around Eva's waist and brought her closer as she leaned back against the glass desk. They could feel the warmth off each other's bodies and Eva struggled to hold in a quiet moan as their nipples rubbed against each other.

This was all very new to Eva; she was confused but becoming more and more excited, her heart was racing faster and faster in her chest, thudding against her rib cage as her cheeks flushed. Her pupils had dilated as Abby's scent began to intoxicate her. She knew that she shouldn't be doing this and definitely shouldn't be enjoying it, but she could not resist. She leaned into Abby and kissed her, their tongues met and wrapped around each other, she paused; her lips still pressed against Abby's. Her lips felt much softer and far gentler than those of any man she had ever kissed. She quickly pulled away.

"I...I'm so sorry! I should... probably go" said Eva as she began turning away.

"You will be, if you leave without finishing." said Abby softly as she grabbed Eva's wrist, pulling her back.

Abby smiled as she pulled Eva back and kissed her even more passionately than before. She ran her hands over Eva's smooth back and unzipped her skirt, it held still on her wide hips and full thighs. She then reached behind her own back and unzipped hers, working it down over her hips with a sway and dropping it to her ankles. She stepped out and squatted down in front of Eva. She looked up at Eva, her supple breasts looking even bigger from this angle. She reached around her waist and slid her skirt down. Her mouth began to drool as she revealed her black lace lingerie.

She moaned softly as her hands explored up and around her curvy, stocking encased legs and over her firm toned ass. Eva ran her hands through Abby's hair as she began to kiss her inner thighs, working her way closer to her crotch. Abby's hands had cupped Eva's ass as her lips pressed against her underwear, teasing her clit with kisses. She could smell how sweet her pussy was and badly wanted to eat it.

Abby stood, her heels enhancing the shape of her smooth legs and pushed Eva against the desk, bending her over it. As Eva braced herself against the desk, Abby knelt behind her once more, sliding her underwear down to her knees and let her tongue glide up her legs and over her ass cheeks. Eva's freshly waxed pussy was glistening it had gotten so wet. Abby teased around her lips gently with her fingers, her skin was so smooth and soft.

"Mmmm." Moaned Abby quietly as she let Eva briefly feel the tip of her tongue against her wet opening.

Eva couldn't help but moan as well, her eye lids were closed lightly as her eyes rolled back and her palms were sweating. Her breasts had heated up the glass table which had until recently been cool to the touch, yet her nipples remained hard. Eva stuck her ass out against Abby, giving herself to her; wanting her to devour her where she stood.

Abby teased each of Eva's lips with the end of her tongue. She started to kiss and suck on each one, catching her clit briefly each time before slowly licking the entirety of her pussy with the wide flat of her tongue. She lapped firmly and slowly at Eva's wet pussy, getting faster and faster before sucking tight on her entire pussy and wildly licking at her clit in her mouth. Eva began to moan louder as she felt her knees grow weaker.

"Do you like that Eva?" asked Abby, knowing full well that she did.

"Yes" she replied.

"How about this?" offered Abby.

She kissed slowly around Eva's ass, circling her way to the middle and traced the tip of her tongue over Eva's asshole whilst beginning to massage her cheeks with her hands. Eva gasped rapidly and deep as Abby sent a sensation never felt before shooting through her body. She had pulled away at the initial feeling but had very quickly relaxed and was soon leaning back onto Abby's tongue, welcoming it with great pleasure. She had never been rimmed before, but was soon starting to wish it would happen more frequently.

Abby withdrew from Eva's ass and gently spread her delicate lips with one hand. Eva was arching her back and moving her hips side to side, desperate to find Abby's tongue once more.

"Do you want more?" asked Abby.

Eva nodded and let out a short moan in response.

Abby smiled and began to lap again at her clit with her wet tongue. She massaged it slowly, letting her drool lubricate it so it glided continuously around her swelling nub of pleasure. As Abby sucked on her clit, making a tight vacuum and then releasing over and over, Eva couldn't believe how soft and gentle Abby's lips felt around her pussy no matter how rough her tongue and mouth were.

"Mmmnnn!" moaned Eva. "Oh god yes!" She exclaimed, spreading her legs further and arching her back as she clenched her fists in pleasure.

Abby stopped and turned Eva around, guiding her back onto the desk and making her sit on it. Her full ass pressed against the glass as she spread her legs for Abby. Her pussy was dripping and she found herself teasing at her clit with her fingers as Abby watched. Abby moved back in with her mouth as Eva spread her lips revealing her swollen clit which had become a deep pink with excitement. After sucking on her clit some more, Abby began to kiss and nibble around Eva's thighs, working her way up her torso. She flicked her tongue over her nipples briefly then buried her face into Eva's neck, grabbing the other side of her head and pulling it back as she kissed her passionately. She traced the tip of her tongue around Eva's ear and smiled as she felt her back tighten and arch with the sensation. As she withdrew and slipped away, Eva's eyes opened slowly, her lids were heavy, her cheeks had blushed and she was watching Abby's every move.




The Interview



The room was quiet apart from Eva's heavy breathing that was slowly beginning to settle. Abby had gone over to her closet once more and was reaching into a plain pink bag on the floor. Eva had not moved an inch from the table and sat with her head turned around, she saw Abby stand up straight once more and turn around. In her hand was a baby pink harness. Attached to it was a short but thick dildo of matching colour, complete with throbbing veins.

"Are you going to fuck me?" asked Eva nervously.

"I wanna see if you can handle anything I throw at you." Said Abby.

Abby slipped into the toy with such ease and speed that Eva imagined she had used it many times before. A small but powerful vibrator sat inside the harness and Abby switched it on creating a slight buzz from her crotch. Abby spat into the palm of her hand and worked it around the shaft of the dildo as she stepped up to Eva's pussy.

"I hope you're still nice and wet for me?" She asked.

Eva nodded silently in response, looking down at the toy that was about to fill her up, trying to imagine what it would feel like. She didn't have to wait long; Abby had the tip of the toy braced against her opening and in one swift succession had grabbed her ass and driven the entire dildo inside her. Eva let out a soft high pitch moan as her body gratefully swallowed the toy and Abby began to thrust slowly and deep with short strokes, keeping the majority of the cock inside her. Eva could feel the harness grind against her clit as Abby fucked her.

The vibrator was doing its job well on Abby and she could feel her own juice leaking onto the harness, each stroke for her increased the pressure with which the little bullet would rub and vibrate against her clit. She loved to fuck her partners with this toy and loved the expressions on Eva's face as she filled her over and over.

Abby squeezed Eva's ass tight as she increased the length of each stroke until she was fucking her from tip to base. Eva had begun to play with Abby's nipples and breasts, cupping and squeezing them firmly. The feeling of her own breasts bouncing with each thrust and watching Abby's breasts bouncing rhythmically were driving her wild, she could feel herself getting closer to orgasm with each blow to her hot pussy. She was almost there, the dildo was hitting her G spot hard but not hard enough; she grabbed onto Abby's ass and pulled her harder with each thrust causing the table to shake on its legs.

The repeated impact of the harness was beginning to become almost too intense onto Eva's overly swollen clit, but the penetration was all she could focus on as her body began to tighten and contract. Her pussy grabbed tight onto the dildo and pushed back against it with all its force as an overwhelming orgasm flooded through her entire body. Her head locked back as her muscles contracted, her mouth opened to moan but no noise could escape, her eyes rolled back and then the scream of her orgasm began to increase in volume from the depth of her stomach, getting louder and louder till she quickly expelled the remainder of her air and her body relaxed as one. Eva dropped her legs and sat on the desk, loosely holding onto Abby's ass still as her muscles twitched.

Abby slowed her fucking and gave Eva a soft kiss as she pulled out the dildo.

"Good?" laughed Abby.

Eva nodded, her eyes still heavy and her muscles limp.

"We're not finished yet." Smiled Abby.

She removed her harness and took Eva's hand, taking her off the desk and to the middle of the room and onto a luxurious rug. Abby motioned to Eva to lay on the floor. Eva's body had begun to wake up again as she laid on her back on the soft rug. Abby knelt down and laid on top of Eva. Eva spread her legs once more as the pair slowly began to grind and kiss. Abby found Eva's hands and held onto them tight as the two let their bodies have full contact. Eva had never had another naked female pressed against her, especially grinding with her pussy against her but now wished that she could do it more often.

Abby lifted herself and had begun to angle her clit more heavily onto Eva's. Eva knew where Abby was trying to lead her as she had seen it in porn before. Eva sat up, pushed Abby backwards and slid herself between her legs. Eva moved her pussy slowly towards Abby's, amazed at how wet she had gotten from fucking her with a toy. Abby gasped as their clits came into contact, the sensation of Eva's hot wet pussy grinding against hers was unlike any other type of sex and could feel her own juices almost gushing out of her and over Eva.

Eva began to slowly gyrate against Abby as they lay on the floor. As they scissored, their clits hit each other with such an accuracy and sensation that it was becoming more effective than any vibrator either of them had ever used.

Abby looked at Eva's tits as they rolled with each gyration "Harder."

Without hesitation Eva obliged, she had wanted the exact same thing, and began to grind her own pussy forcefully against Abby's. The harness had made Abby's pussy a little more sensitive than usual and Eva's pussy was stimulating it in its entirety. It slid back and forth over Abby's wet lips and clit, bringing her closer to orgasm. The two pressed themselves hard against each other as sweat began to pour from their faces. Abby took hold of Eva's thighs and Eva followed suit on Abby as their grinding became more and more intense.

"Ohh...shit...FUUUCKKK!!"

Abby's abs tensed hard as she began to cum. She stared deep into Eva's eyes and grabbed her hand tight as her orgasm took over and the pair thrust together harder than before. Abby's face tightened as her body convulsed more and more and her pussy squirted over Eva's, drenching it as her orgasm ran wild through every inch of her body. Eva stared back at Abby not breaking eye contact. Hearing Abby's orgasm and this new level of intimacy was enough to tip Eva over the edge, and once more she found herself at the point of orgasm as Abby's juices streamed down her ass and pussy. Their eye contact broke as Eva flung herself backwards to the floor, arching her back and pressing hard onto the twitching pussy of Abby as her second orgasm raged inside her.

The pair laid motionless on the rug, their hands and clits still together. The pair breathed deeply in silence.

"I think it's pretty safe to say you've got the job." Laughed Abby without moving an inch.



The Interview



Nick sat in his office at the top of the building. He owned the company; it had done rather well over the last few months and was beginning to look at expansion into three other sites. In the past he had managed most of the business work himself however at the minute he was finding it a little difficult to keep on top of all his current business dealings and the paperwork. He had finally decided that he was going to have to hire another secretary. The company had several already who dealt with everything but with the expansion into other areas he was going to need one to deal with all the information that would be going specifically through his office.

He sent downstairs and arranged for the job advert to go out, both internally and externally to see what potential there was that could fill the post. Within a few days his office had received nearly fifty applications. Five of those were from internal, already existing staff so they went to the top of the pile then he picked five others that seemed the most promising. Just before the day of the interviews he was in the pub with a friend who asked him a favour. One of his poker buddies had a wife who had been in HR for a while and unfortunately her job had gone so she was looking for work. He had suggested that he would put in a good work as he knew Nick's business was expanding.

Nick normally wouldn't have bothered and simply apologised but by the sounds of it this woman had quite a bit of experience and he had been screwed out of a job before so he agreed, checked his calendar and decided he could fit one more appointment in at the end of the day.

The day came and Nick sat in his office. Dressed in his usual conservative but smart black suit and tie he knew he could cut an imposing figure. He was more relaxed today and smiling as he interviewed the different individuals putting them at their ease as they discussed their qualities. There were a couple straight off he didn't like the attitude of and whilst polite he knew they wouldn't be coming back, a couple weren't suitable despite the weeding out process for what he had in mind and there were a couple of outstanding candidates. He was quite tired when he walked to the door to let in the final candidate.

He opened the door and looked round, sat on one of the chairs nearby was the final lady.

"Nicky?" He asked with a smile, painting on his professional face again as she stood smiling and walked over to shake his hand. At six foot tall he was reasonably built compared with most people but this petite woman must have been around five foot two and as a result when he smiled down at her he was instantly distracted by the soft swell of her amazing breasts he could see through the unbuttoned top of her blouse, topped off with the hints of a black lace bra cupping them to make them so deliciously tempting looking.

He coughed and got his eyes back under control and led her through to his office closing the door behind him softly. As they got to his desk and she sat down he made his way round to his side of the desk and offered her a drink explaining it had been a long day with a laugh. She politely declined and he picked up the file that had been emailed to him with her last minute application.

One thing he did note with regret was the wedding ring on her finger whilst surreptitiously looking her over. He had known of course as his friend had mentioned it was the poker buddies wife but there was always the possibility that she might be unhappy. Looking at her he could wish she was. Petite the way he liked them, curvy but not too much so with an amazing looking rack, her face was gorgeous and when she smiled she was stunning. He admired her curves, emphasised by the blouse and the professional and yet almost naught skirt with stockings she was wearing. He hadn't remembered to look but he was sure her shoes would be utterly suitable and yet still heeled and very sexy.

Checking the notes again he wrenched his mind away from the myriad of dirty thoughts running through his head that he would love to do to this woman given half a chance and started to run through the questions about his plans for the business, what her job (if she got it) would entail and what other skills she might be able to bring to the table.

He realised with a shock they had been discussing for almost an hour and that most of the other staff would have gone home. He had intended to keep it short but found himself reluctant to finish the interview. Finally there was nothing left to discuss and he thanked her for coming. Standing and shaking her hand. She was at least as qualified as two others and it would be a difficult decision. He tried to think dispassionately about it but kept coming back to the very sexy lips she kept smiling at him with. Could he cope with seeing those on a daily basis and not having them wrapped around his currently uncomfortably hard cock.

He walked her to the door and just as he reached for the handle she put her hand on his arm.

"Thank you for this chance, I realise it was very last minute and you were very generous to give me the interview. If there is anything else I can do to persuade you I am the right candidate for the job you just have to say..." She smiled up at him, hair stunning, lips so sexy and yet looking so innocent!

He couldn't resist anymore and pushed her up against the door. To hell with the consequences. He leaned down and kissed her hard, gratified to find her pushing back against him kissing him back. As his tongue explored her mouth he felt her melting into him. His hands roamed her body, sliding over her stocking covered thighs, up over her hips to grip her back, further up to cup those magnificent breasts and then up into her hair, grabbing her hair to tilt her head back further.

His breath was hot on her neck as he kept her head craned backwards, his lips sliding down below her ear, kissing his way down as his fingers deftly undid the buttons on her blouse. She was making soft little mewling sounds as he kissed her exposed skin, finally her blouse was undone and he quickly slid it off her shoulders dropping it to the ground. Her gorgeous full breasts stood now, framed in the black bra, her soft skin begging to be taken into his mouth which he did, dropping to his knees to bury his face in her tits kissing, nibbling and biting... Only the vaguest hint of a voice in the back of his mind saying husband stopped him from sinking his teeth in and marking her as his.

His finger quickly undid the bra releasing her gorgeous full breasts into his willing hands. After a few minutes of playing with them though he wanted more and his searching fingers quickly found the zip to her dress and undoing it swiftly slid it down to join the rest of her clothes in a puddle around her. The black lacy panties matched the bra and soon it matched them by lying on the floor.

Nick took a step back. She stood demurely by the door as though waiting his next command. Naked apart from the stockings and heels she still wore, he had been right about them – professional and yet incredibly sexy, she stood staring at him with her glasses on which he also found a turn on and he moved to sit on the large leather sofa that lay along one wall of the room. He beckoned her over with one commanding finger and she quickly came to him.

"Kneel..." he said indicating the space between his legs.

She did quickly and obediently.

He slowly unzipped his suit pants and reaching inside pulled the throbbing length of his member out. Reaching out with his other he gripped her hair again and guided her mouth down to his hard cock. Releasing her hair he let her get to work on his shaft. Watching her bob up and down fairly gently at first slowly working him deeper into her mouth until he became impatient. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head down driving his cock to the back of her throat feeling her struggle and gag, seeing the tears appear in her eyes before letting her up to gasp some breath and then forcing her head down again. He kept doing this until she learnt to accommodate his length in her mouth and throat then guiding her head with his hands he fucked her mouth till he eventually blew his load watching her swallow and gulp his thick creamy cum down.

Nick slid off the sofa and lifting her gently spun her round and lay her so her ass was on the very edge. Looking her in the eye he warned her that she was not to cum without his express permission. Then kneeling down he began kissing up the insides of her thighs softly over the stocking covered skin until he reached the tops where the skin was exposed. His hot breath and soft kisses put her skin shivering as he slowly kissed towards her mound and all around it teasing her.

Finally he ran his tongue the full length of her slit; hearing her moan and feeling her hips rise off the sofa towards him. Harshly he pushed her back down then buried his tongue inside her, eagerly finding her clit, tasting her and circling it with his tongue. After a while he switched to licking her with long strokes over the sensitive surface of her button whilst his hands roamed her body, inevitably finding their way to those gorgeous full breasts.

Even as his tongue plunged in and out of her depths raising her higher his fingers found her nipples and began teasing them, stroking and pulling on them before suddenly twisting hard. She came in his mouth, gasping as she flooded his mouth, her whole body shaking as she exploded convulsively.

Nick slowly raised himself up and grabbed her hair; pulling her he positioned her so she was kneeling on the sofa now sideways on. Uncaring about the husband now and angry at being disobeyed he slid his belt out of his trousers. He looped in round gripping it tightly. He could see the apprehension in her eyes as he slowly raised his arm then brought it slashing down in a hard crack across her ass. She winced but kept silent bringing a smile to Nick's lips. Three times more he brought the belt down on her ass so there were two bright red welts on both cheeks. Then he pushed her onto her back ignoring how her sore ass was pressed to the leather and straddled her pressing his hard cock between her gorgeous tits. Grabbing a bottle of water from his desk he dribbled some down then started fucking her tits. He grabbed her hands and made her hold his tits whilst with one had he twisted her nipples harshly and the other gripped her hair pulling her head forwards so her lips pressed around the head of his shaft with every thrust.

Finally he could take no more and standing he moved her into position pushing her onto all fours on the sofa whilst he knelt behind her and slowly rubbed his hard shaft against her ass to begin with then down and into her slit. Gripping her hips tightly he began sliding in, it felt so damn tight like he wasn't going to fit yet eventually he was fully embedded inside her. Smiling to himself as he heard her breathing quicken he began to slowly slide his cock back and forth, enjoying the sensations of her cunt gripping him so incredibly tightly.

As he heard her breathing deepen he start fucking harder, letting go on the binds he had placed on himself as he hammered in and out of her. He felt her cum twice more during his hard, deep fucking of her, in the glass opposite he could see the reflection of her tits as the bounced back and forth with each slam of his hips against hers. One hand digging tightly into her hips dragging her ass back towards him with every thrust, one hand twisted in her hair pulling her head back and up as he leaned down driving his body against her, his words guttural and groaned in her ear...

"You are mine!"

He exploded far inside her, his rod jerking as he thrust a few more times pumping his cum as far inside her as he could manage before slowly relaxing letting them both flop down onto the sofa side by side, his shaft still inside her as his fingers traced slow teasing patterns over his new possessions soft skin.

He knew who had the job but what would tomorrow bring...



The Interview



I have an interview today at a company that I want to work at. I am so excited, and hopefully I can impress the interviewer and land this job. I make sure that I am looking very nice. My hair is long brown and I put it in an up do. I apply my make-up and put on some perfume. I am wearing a very sexy sundress, since it is still summer. It is very silky and soft on me. The dress accentuates all the right places. It is very thin. I decide not to wear any panties, as I don't want any panty lines to show. I am wearing a very silky bra as well. I want to make a good impression.

I fill out the job application, and the receptionist tells me to wait. I am so nervous, but I really want to work at this company. Eventually, the Human Resources person comes into the reception area. She asks me to follow her. She is very nice and we make small talk on the way to your office. She tells me that this company is a great place to work and she wishes me luck on my interview. She tells me to go into the office and Mr. Jones will be there to interview me. 

I walk into your office and you are sitting behind a beautiful custom oak desk. You ask me to sit down and I hand you my resume. You are wearing jeans with a Polo shirt, and I am immediately turned on. You start talking to me in a tone of voice that sends chills down my spine, and immediately gets my nipples aroused. Now you can't help yourself, your eyes rest on my beautifully shaped, erect nipples.

You tell me that we will move to the couch for a more casual type of interview. I can tell that you are looking at my body, and I can feel your eyes undressing me. I gently uncross my legs, I am not wearing any panties, so you're able to take a glance at my bald pussy.

We start talking about the position that you have to offer me. It is an Administrative position. I am looking deep into your eyes, while you talk. For some reason, I find you so attractive. I feel my nipples getting harder and more erect, while we talk. My nipples are so hard at this point. I know they are sticking straight out. I feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter as you are talking to me.

The interview is going well, but all of a sudden you lean in and start to kiss me. We start to French kiss, our tongues dancing in each others mouth. The kisses are very deep and very wet. We are not talking now and your hands are all over my body. It is the oddest thing, but I am so turned on and I am like butter in your hands.

My dress at this point has eased itself up toward my hips. I gently uncross my legs. Your hand is now moving up my thigh and then you put your fingers into my pussy. I am so wet and excited. Your thumb starts to massage my clitoris and your fingers are playing in my pussy. I start to moan and whimper. 

You lay me down and spread my legs, and your head is now between my thighs. You start to do short licks around my pussy and then longer licks. Your tongue now starts to dart in and out of my of my wet cunt. I am so wet and my legs start to quiver. My body is releasing my sweet creamy cum and you are lapping up my sweet pussy juices. My cum is so thick and white and it is dripping along my ass.

I can't stand it any longer, and I kneel down and unzip your pants. I pull down your boxers to your feet. I am fondling your balls, I start to lick and suck them. Your balls are so warm and fleshy in my hands. I am squeezing them lightly and smoothing them down. Your pre-cum is glistening on the top of your head and I must taste it. I take a lick of your sweet, salty cum; it tastes like a salty candy in my mouth. 

My tongue is playing with your pee hole, and I am sucking all the cum that is dripping out of your very hard cock. I start to trace the outline of your cock with my tongue. Licking your shaft from base to head, and then down your shaft again.

I begin to play with your cock. Rubbing it from your base to your head, moving your flesh with each stroke. First, very slowly and then faster. Your cock is so hard, and you are moaning. I begin to play with both hands, smoothing down your balls, as I slap your hard cock across my face. Hitting my nose and chin with your very long, very thick cock.

I slowly glide your cock into my mouth. Bringing you inch by inch down my throat, taking you deep. My cheeks are bulging, and spit oozes from the corners of my mouth. I grab your ass and start to finger you. I move you, and your cock, closer to my mouth. My fingers are plunging into your ass and you are moaning. 

My nose is pressed against your stomach, swallowing your very hard cock. I can feel your cock twitching in my mouth. You start to cum and you spray your hot cum down my throat. Oh, it tastes so good. I swallow it down in one gulp. 

We decide we will fuck. We remove the rest of our clothes. You tell me to bend over your desk and you guide your very hard, thick cock into my dripping wet cunt. It feels amazing. You are thrusting deeper and deeper. Your hands are all over my breasts. Your fingers are pinching, twirling and twisting my nipples. I lean back and we are kissing so deep and so passionately. You grab my ass and you start to spank me. The spanking is so hard, but feels so good. No words are ever spoken. We are just enjoying each other and the great sex.

You open your drawer and pull out some lube. You apply it over my tight asshole, and slowly glide your cock into my ass. I gasp a little, as it hurts. You take your time and glide it in very slowly. Once inside you really start to fuck my tight asshole. You are spanking my cheeks, which feel a little sore, but it feels amazing while you are fucking me. The thrusts are so deep, and while you are fucking my sweet ass, I am fucking my pussy with 3 fingers. 

I am so wet and my pussy starts to cream all over my fingers. I then take my fingers out of my wet cunt and feed them to you. You are sucking on my fingers and enjoying my sweet cream. You lick it all up, and continue to fuck me harder and faster. You start to cum in my ass and then take your cock out.

I then get on my knees and start to lick up our cum. Our cum tastes amazing. I lick and swallow it all up. I then start to suck your cock, taking it deeper and deeper into my throat. I am making all those wet, sucking noises as I just want to finish you off. Our cum is so amazing and I swallow it down my throat.

I get up and we start to kiss, our hands are all over each others bodies. We are not sure what happened here, but it was an amazing afternoon. We get dressed, and you tell me that I should report to work on Monday. You wink and say that you will see me then.

I am so happy that I got the job. I do wonder if it was because of my qualifications or was it the great sex that I had given him.



The Interview



Maria sat at the kitchen table with her roommate Rochelle. Maria was a Hispanic beauty. She had long black hair, big brown eyes, thick, full pouty lips and a body women would die for. She was constantly wondering why men hardly ever approached her and when they did, why it was always drunken assholes that had to make some sort of lewd remark toward her.

The girls were sitting at the table discussing the fact that the president of the bank Rochelle worked for was looking for a new executive assistant. His current girl had met a man, was getting married and wasn't coming back.

"You really need to go and talk to him Maria. This would be the perfect job for you. Mr. Davis is young, rich and hot!" Rochelle told her friend. "He needs someone single, dedicated and able to travel the world with him. You'd be perfect and I know he'd hire you on the spot. You are fucking incredible at what you do and drop dead gorgeous to boot! It's a win-win situation for you both" she finished.

"I don't know," Maria started in her all too familiar low self-esteem tone. "It sounds like a great job but what would he want with me? Besides, I have a good job" she said as she picked at her blueberry muffin.

"You don't have a job like this." Rochelle began. "Your boss would be the president of a major bank, who travels the world, stays in the finest hotels, eats in five star restaurants, and is hot as hell! You would be right there at his side and the job pays more than three times what you make! Seriously, what do you have to lose by interviewing with him?" she said.

"You're right I guess, set it up" Maria told her friend.

"I will" Rochelle said with a smile.

Three days later Maria sat nervously waiting in the office of the President of Greater Manhattan Bank. She tried to sit still but was finding it increasingly impossible. She was almost ready to tell the receptionist that she had to leave when the phone rang and the receptionist said that Mr. Davis would see her now. The receptionist showed her into Mr. Davis' office.

His office was bigger than any office she'd ever been in. Her four inch stilettos made indentations in the smooth, dense weave of the plush carpeting as she walked across the room to where Mr. Davis was standing. The huge mahogany executive's desk in the middle of the room didn't make a dent in the size of his massive office. Mr. Davis walked towards Maria with a smile on his face. 

"Miss Fuentes, a pleasure to meet you" he said extending his hand to her.

"Please, call me Maria" she said shyly extending her hand to him. She could hear Rochelle's voice in her head. 

"Be confident, be sexy, be smart and make sure he knows you'll do anything to get this job" she had told her.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady," he said as he took her hand and kissed the back of it. His lips on her skin sent chills up her spine. Rochelle was right when had said that this man was hot but "hot" didn't really begin to describe this man. 

Dean Davis was tall, lanky, dressed impeccably, handsome in a rugged sort of way and appeared to be in his mid thirties. He had perfectly styled brown hair and the most beautiful hazel eyes Maria had ever seen. He exuded confidence and she could tell instantly that he was the type of man that you were either going to love or hate. 

"Please, have a seat wont' you?" Mr. Davis said motioning her to sit in one of the overstuffed leather chairs in front of his desk. Maria took her place in front of his massive desk, crossed her long legs and pulled down her what now seemed to be, awfully short skirt.

"Rochelle tells me that you are working the same type of position at Weller Brothers," he began. "I can tell you that they are not paying you enough and that they do not offer the perks I do" he finished. Maria sat there listening to his pitch.

"I'm prepared to offer you a starting salary of one hundred twenty five thousand a year, full benefits, paid travel expenses when you are traveling with me and I can guarantee, there will be a lot of traveling" he continued "and bonuses will be paid out quarterly based on your performance" he finished.

"That's a very generous offer Mr. Davis. There must be some very demanding aspects to the job" Maria said.

"Oh there are," Mr. Davis said as he walked around Maria's chair and ran his hand up her arm and over her shoulder. "You will be required to be "on call" twenty four seven. If I need you, you come running. You will be at my beck and call at all times. You will make sure that my clients are happy and that my schedule is never, ever overbooked. You will be responsible for every aspect of my life, except for the times that I tell you I don't need your services. You will, of course, get a two week vacation each year" he finished.

"That doesn't seem unreasonable" Maria said as she looked over at his hand resting on her shoulder. 

"Are you single Maria?" Mr. Davis asked.

"Yes I am" she replied.

"Good," he began. "I will require much of your time and you will not have much of a social life I'm afraid, but I can tell you that with the people that you will be meeting and the places you will travel, you will not feel deprived" he finished as he walked over and locked his office door. Maria should have felt uneasy at this gesture but she didn't. She felt herself get wet at the anticipation of the next stage of the interview.

"You have certainly passed the oral and negotiations portions of the interview Maria. There is only one more aspect left to this process and that's the physical compatibility portion. I am a very virile man and I don't have time to date. I spend approximately forty three weeks a year out of town on business. I am not only looking for an executive secretary, I am looking for a confidant, a friend and a lover" he went on. "Is that something you could become comfortable with?" he asked.

"I'm sure I could" she said with a smile.

"Wonderful," he said smiling himself. "Would you mind if I give you one final test?" he asked.

"Not at all" Maria replied. With that he turned to his desk and in one dramatic swipe of his arm, he sent everything on his desk crashing to the floor. Maria just looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise. He smiled at her and pulled her to her feet. He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her. She returned his kiss. He was most definitely a passionate man and that made Maria even wetter.

He picked Maria up and set her on his desk. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse, never taking his eyes off her. She could see that he was a man who was used to getting what he wanted. Maria kicked her stilettos off and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer to her. She could feel by the bulge in his pants and liked what she felt. He unhooked her front hook bra and went directly to her nipples.

He gently sucked one and then the other making Maria suck in her breath and came at just the thought of what he'd do next. Never taking his mouth off of her tits he reached down between her legs and slid her lace panties to the side. He could feel her moistness. He immediately found her clit and gently stroked it. Maria moaned as she came again.

Dean left the hardness of her nipples so that he could remove Maria's panties which were sopping wet by now. They fell to the floor. He pulled her to the edge of the desk and went to his knees. With one long stoke of his tongue, he licked he sweet, wet pussy. Maria sucked in and held her breath as he began his assault on her slit with his tongue. He licked her fast and hard. Maria had no choice but to cum again. Dean gladly licked up the juices that were freely flowing from the exotic beauty.

When he could take no more, he stood up and pulled her to the edge of the desk. He kissed her deep and hard. Maria could taste herself on his lips and she tasted good. He pulled Maria off the desk, turned her around and bent her over it. He undid his expensive Italian leather belt and let his pants and boxers drop to the floor. With his aching hard on stiff and ready, he slowly made his way to Maria's sweet spot.

Dean slowly stroked Maria's clit, making her cum again. All she could manage was a deep throaty moan as it felt so incredibly good. Finally, to Maria's relief, Dean gave her what she ached for. He plunged deep inside her making her come up off the desk. She pushed herself back onto him taking him in as deep as he'd go. He fucked her hard. He grabbed a handful of her long, black hair and drove deeper inside, made her cum again. He made her pant, he made her buck, made her wild with lust. He drove the Hispanic beauty to the edge of ecstasy and beg him for more. 

He gladly gave her more. He stroked her long and hard. He would stop and fuck her clit and she would beg him again. He would go back to banging the shit out of her and she would beg him to fuck her harder. Then, he'd slowly tease her clit until she came on him again. He'd then thrust into her as deep as he could get and ride her hard. 

Finally just as he could take no more, Maria pushed back, pulled away from him and turned around smiling at him. She went to her knees and took his throbbing cock into her mouth. With his cock in her mouth, those big brown eyes of hers looking up at him, she began to suck him like he'd never been sucked before. He watched as she licked and sucked him. She would suck his tip, go down the shaft, come back up again and start the process all over. It didn't take two minutes of this ecstasy before he was ready to blow.

"I'm going to cum" he warned her.

"Do it" she told him as she sank her mouth back onto his huge swollen member. Just her words were enough to get him off. He exploded and she got the full load. She kept him there, in her beautiful mouth until he was finished. She swallowed him down and made sure he was licked clean.

He helped her up off of her knees. She fetched her panties from the floor, put them back on and redressed herself while Dean did the same. Maria took her place back in the chair on the other side of Dean's desk. Dean sat down across from her.

"Well, needless to say, you passed that portion with flying colors" he told her with a smile. Maria smiled back at him as she wiped a spot of juice from her chin.

"I am extending you the position with the condition that you sign a "no compete, nondisclosure clause". That simply means that if another bank offers you a job for more money, you cannot take it and that you cannot tell anyone about the details of our working contract" he began. "I'll have the contract drawn up, it will be standard and have a clause in it that if I decide to terminate you for any reason, there will be a very generous severance package in it for you" he went on. "It will also stipulate that if you decide to quit, you give me thirty days notice to find a replacement and you will still receive the same severance. It's a win-win for both of us. The contract will be for three years but I hope that you will be around for a lot longer than that" he said giving her a wink.

"Oh, I certainly plan to Mr. Davis, it's been a pleasure and I'll see you in the morning" Maria told him as she stood up and shook his hand.

"Looking forward to it" Mr. Davis replied.

Maria left the building, headed home to tell Rochelle the good news and take her out to dinner to celebrate. She hadn't signed any nondisclosure forms yet!



The Interview



The Interview

I saw the advert in the local shop, "Housekeeper required, must be diligent and flexible". Well, I'm both those I thought, it's only a bit of hoovering and cooking, no problems, easy money, which I well needed. As a guy in his 40's just doing temp jobs I wanted something more secure. I noted the number and went home to apply. I phoned the number that evening, it was answered by a older sounding guy, I guessed late 40's. He said that he'd had a couple of applicants, was still deciding and was willing to see me. We arranged for 10.30 the next morning, he told me to shower well beforehand as he couldn't abide uncleanliness - odd I thought but not a problem.

I didn't overdo the dressing up, only a housekeeper job I thought, so set off in jeans and white shirt. When I arrived at the address I was impressed; a nice detached house with large gardens, all looked very smart. I rung the bell and waited. The door was answered by a big, tall guy, probably nearer late 50's, largish build and very smart. He looked me up and down and said I could have smartened up for the interview, but nevermind, I'd do. Slightly taken aback I was immediately quiet and entered the house as told. The guy spoke very well, he introduced himself as Paul, though he said he expected his housekeeper to call him Sir. Odd in today's world I thought, but no problem, I'd hardly see him probably anyway. I was fairly subdued in the interview, Paul had a very authoritative air and seemed to automatically command respect from me.

The general duties were explained, cleaning, cooking, shopping and other tasks as they came up. It turned out Paul was a retired surgeon who was used to utter obedience from his staff, and he did admit he still enjoyed that trait. He asked if that was a problem to me; well I thought I could hardly say no so meekly agreed and continued in my subdued but keen manner. Paul asked if I was married etc, I explained I was divorced as my wife had left me for another man. This did seem to bring a wicked smile to his lips as he asked if I failed to satisfy her - I stammered and explained she just wanted a change, not mentioning her true reason of saying her new guy could have shagged for England. Paul seemed to intuitively know the reason as he did continue to question whether I had a girlfriend now, explaining he needed to know my flexibility for out of hours work. I said I had no ties and, naturally accepting his authority, explained I would be available for him as he required. Again, stammering over my words I seemed to be saying he could have me when ever he wanted, which seemed to encourage him, bringing that wicked smile back. 

The next stage did shock me, but given the air of Paul's authority, I meekly submitted. Paul explained that as a surgeon he was keen on employing healthy people, he didn't want to go through the selection process, find the right housekeeper then have problems with them being ill. So he said he would conduct a full medical on me. He straightforwardly told me to strip off and stand up. He saw I was taken aback, but stated as a surgeon he had seen hundreds of bodies and was sure mine was no different. He added it was easier as I was a man, women could be very funny on such things, but he knew I would have no objection. So he stood up over, waiting for me to do as he said. Slowly I undressed, he took my clothes from me and folded them neatly on a chair, explaining that was how he liked things, and that I best remember that if I was to serve him well. Odd words, but now well in the theme of the interview. Finally I was fully naked and Paul snapped on a surgical glove and picked up a thin pointing cane, the sort teachers used to point at things on a board. I had my hands cupped over my privates, Paul told (ordered it seemed now) me to remove my hands and place them behind my head. Paul then proceeded to visually inspect me, using the cane to guide my movements. After the visual Paul expertly felt around my body, leaving no part or cavity unchecked. He seemed to delight in giving me this check up, especially when I knelt before him and he sat on a chair and had his fingers probing all round my mouth. I had no idea what he was looking for but he kept sliding his fingers in and out, seeing how much I could take before gagging. Then we were back to him using the cane to direct my movement, like an animal trainer guiding a broken creature just to emphasise the mastering is complete.

After a while Paul laughed and said I was doing very well, seemed healthy, capable and that I responded well to his cane, even though he had only used it to point me where to go so far. I smiled, pleased to be doing well for Sir, enjoying the interview and joked that perhaps the cane was the best object to ensure I did as he wanted. Without any humour in his voice Paul responded that he thought that too and was glad I agreed. Paul then told me to spread my legs apart and lean over, resting my upper body and arms on the table. Paul explained that I was the best candidate so far, had behaved exactly as he required, and was ready to move to the next stage of the interview. Paul explained he was however disappointed in my appearance, he expected smart dress at all times, or, as he put it, a suitable state of undress for tasks that required it. Paul explained that I must learn about my inappropriate appearance, and that as I had suggested it, the best way for me to learn was by his cane. Paul asked if I would accept three strokes to start us off, and that this would really help my application. By now, I was completely ready for this. The whole interview had been training me in submission, I felt so at ease naked before Paul, bent over and ready. I almost felt if he had not asked I would have asked him to punish me anyway, it was so natural.

Paul then gave me three mild strokes, nothing too heavy, but the slight stinging and the symbolism of the punishment was enough - I was captivated. 

After my lesson, Paul stood and looked at me; it was a look that impelled me to say "thank you Sir, I'll try better next time". This seemed to please Paul, and he put a comforting hand on my shoulder and said "Good boy, I know you will". It seemed odd being called "boy", as a forty-two year old man it was a long time since I had been, but again seemed entirely natural.

Paul then invited me to sit down; he made no it clear I was to remain naked now, and we resumed the interview. Paul explained I had done very well, I was of the "right sort" to serve and had excelled in my ability to accept correction.

The next stage of the interview was to be a test at my ability to perform basic household tasks. Paul sent me to fetch some washing he wanted doing, nothing much just his clothes from the previous day. I trotted back obediently with them bundled up. Paul then asked me what was missing? My mind was racing but I slowly worked out there were briefs, shirt and vest - no socks. He seemed pleased with my answer and explained it was a test he had set me, I had done well to think under pressure. He then said what did I think I should do? Without hesitation I said I needed to do a full wash. He looked down at his feet and I immediately knelt to undo his shoes and remove the socks. With a mild tap on my rear he had me looking up into his eyes; I instantly knew clean ones were needed so went to fetch them. Paul was delighted when I returned and knelt to put them on; he said under some circumstances I may need to perform a little a little pampering but for now I should just obediently dress him. I was then sent to the kitchen to complete the handwashing duties.

There was only one area left to review, Paul explained he felt I would have absolutely no problems with it whatsoever given my performance so far. Paul then proceeded to tell me a bit of his history, educated at public school and university and so on. He explained that whilst a school the traditional system of "fagging" was in place; this is where a boy from a lower year acts as some kind of servant to the senior boys. Paul explained he had enjoyed this, but only as a senior, and that he still felt it was beneficial to all. As it was an all boys school there were obviously no girls, and that boys had to manage without them. Paul explained that his previous housekeeper was female, but that he did not find her suitable for the tasks he particularly wanted. He explained that as soon as he saw me he had known I was suitable. I felt a warm glow of pride in his praise.

Paul continued that as a fifty five year old man he naturally still had a high sex drive; he said he didn't have a partner and that he often masturbated. Whilst he found this acceptable, it was far from ideal. He asked me if I was the same. I sheepishly admitted I was. Paul explained he really preferred oral sex, loved to see his partner knelt before him and felt complete when he saw them swallow at his command. He asked how I felt about this. Well, all this talk had got me excited and I eagerly agreed, saying how good it was to see a bitch swallow, and that if she wanted to serve properly she should swallow without question when told to do so. This greatly pleased Paul, he said he was impressed I was so keen and I clearly understood how to serve properly. He said he was now looking forward to completing the interview process.

It immediately dawned on me what I had said, I started to try and clarify but Paul raised the cane and I was silent ..... I clearly knew my place.



The Interview



Morale of the story -- be careful what you ask for; you may get it. Or maybe dreams do come true.

Readers, as you scroll through and read this story consider a few things. First, I'm writing this adventure while I sit in my leather chair drinking oatmeal stout beer mixed occasionally with a shot of Jack Daniels. And for your reference to my character - I'm one of those guys that is okay; no, prefers to drink alone. Conversation can just distract me from enjoying my booze. Second, I really could give a flying fuck if you like what I wrote. I wrote it; it's your decision to read it. Third, if you don't approve of how I see life and sex - go fuck yourself. I don't care about your views. Oh, yeah. The majority of this story is not fiction. Thinking about point number one, I'm okay with tit and ass distracting me!

Okay, I'm off my soapbox. 

My wife is hot. She is a brunette with very flat, long hair. She is tall for a women, 5' 7" and looks even taller in her heels. She has that look where she could blend into any population. The first time I saw her I wanted to fuck her. I worked it hard and it wasn't too long until she invited me to her place and on our first date, her knees were on a pillow; her head bobbing between my thighs. Yeah, I learned that she swallows about five minutes later and really seems to enjoy the taste of cum.

Well we fucked like crazy; moved in together. Fucked like crazy some more; explored kinky sides of each other. Fucked like crazy. Learned more about each other's interesting pasts. Fucked some more. Got married.

To paint a picture of our kicky sides, the day we went to City Hall to get our marriage license, Julie wore a short spring dress; and no panties. But wait it gets better. She and I wrote dirty messages over her naked body. Messages like: "I love cock," "Fuck me". Not enough? She sucked me off in the parking garage outside of the car... and had me take pictures. Still not enough? In the stairwell of a very busy and major city's courthouse, she lifted up her dress exposing her beautiful DD breasts; shaved cunt, and body art written by us that morning. Not convinced? Stop reading..you're a fucking eunuch.

We got married in a church. It made her happy. But she didn't let that tame her sexy slut personality. She didn't wear panties and she used a Sharpie to write more dirty messages on the insides of her upper thighs and around her love lips. She took pictures of them while she wore her white thigh high stockings and sent them to me before I headed to the church.

So going back to our past; no, really her past; Jules had been married before. She had a best friend and they "experimented" in bi-sexuality. But the really hot thing that took me a while to warm up to was a threesome with one of her husband's co-workers. Her then husband wanted to have a threesome with one of his co-workers. Cutting to the point, after months of discussion and persuasion by her then husband, she agreed. So one night Jules and her husband went to a work party. Julie was dressed in heels and a short, tight leather skirt. They brought home a guy and she fucked her husband's friend. She remembers having a difficult time fucking the guy with her husband there in the bedroom, so he went to the living room to wait. She commented to her husband the next morning that she didn't remember much of it because of the booze, so they did it again the following night. Nice huh?

Got to be honest, I had an issue with it when she told me about this experience. I was dumb founded that her husband not only allowed her to fuck around but encouraged it. Then my fucking perverted mind started churning. I started to look at how men checked out my hot wife. I came to realize how really hot she was and how it was a compliment when guys gave her the up and down. I'm a man and could see the lust in their eyes. I could relate. It was that attraction that drew me to her in the first place.

It wasn't long until I was encouraging her to wear revealing clothes. I would coax her into teasing men by the way she sat or bending over so they could get a glimpse of her cleavage. I started to fantasize about her fucking around. Fantasizing led to "hey, baby I want you to fuck a guy." She didn't want to lose me and was worried that I couldn't handle it. So we agreed on a threesome.

The threesome isn't the main event in this "story" so let me tell you it happened; and how it was one of the fucking hottest things I have ever done. Jules met him by herself for the "get to know you" meeting and ended up giving him a blowjob on their lunch date. She sent me a picture from the date with her mouth filled with his cum. She is on her knees holding his cock in her hand with a mouth full of cum. I could see the gleam in her eyes in the picture she sent me. I was out of town on a business trip. I was so turned on I shot cum all over my hotel bed as I looked at the picture. Not long after returning home we had a threesome. To see my wife suck and fuck a dude was incredible. I was hooked! You can't relate? I don't give a fuck. This story isn't about you.

Now to the main event -- the interview.

Fast forward a few years. Although she is still incredibly hot, we haven't done anything really kinky for a while, much to my chagrin. Yeah, she still sucks me off and I pound the fuck out of her but we haven't had any crazy sex adventures in a while. But my fucking perverted brain keeps churning and the thought of her fucking another man is becoming almost an obsession for me. But the more I push, the more she resists. It's pissing me off. I would think most women would love this amount of trust and freedom. What the fuck, right?

When we do fuck, I would tell her my sick fantasies of her having a boyfriend on the side. The fantasies always have her going on dates, fucking, spending the night with "him" and her sending me pictures etc. It ends with her coming home with that "I just got fucking hammered" look and a cunt full of cum. Not sure if the stories worked for her but they worked for me. I can't tell you how many times I jacked off to these fantasies.

So Julie is an accountant, a damn good one. She graduated from NYU and has years of experience. But because of my job we have to move a lot. So she always has to look for new employment with each of our moves. We just moved and Jules is now in the job search again. She always finds jobs. She is great and it doesn't hurt that she is one sexy momma.

Okay, I am getting there -- the Interview. Yeah I know it's about fucking time.

Jules received a call from a large international company who has their headquarters in a nearby town. city? Maybe but a small one. 

So I am getting to the fucking interview -- hold on!

Day of the interview comes. I convince Julie to wear a skirt that shows some leg, but not too much, and a blouse that hints at cleavage but doesn't come across as "I work the corner for a living." And I convince her not to wear panties. Honestly this isn't too hard. Jules doesn't wear panties a lot. God bless her!

The rest of the story is really a recap from what Jules told me after the fact. Like you care, right? You just want to fucking jack off as you read it. I got it. I am there with you; one sick perv to another. 

So, Jules arrives for the interview 20 minutes early to show the ass wipes that she is serious about the job. If she wasn't why would she apply but I digress.

Since she is early Jules sits in the waiting area. It's a nice area with leather furniture and a view of original Ansel Adams wall art to let you know the company is doing well. Oh, I forget to tell you, the feel of leather against Deb's thighs makes her a bit hot.

As she waits, Jules see an executive walk through the lobby. One of those well dressed, tall and dark hair guys that seem only to exist in movies, or in this case; this story. Jules notices that as "the exec" walks by, he discreetly gives her the once over. But exec guy is a dude and she sees the lust in his eyes. The leather just got a bit warmer. Subconsciously Julie adjusts her skirt and rechecks her blouse to ensure cleavage is still noticeable.

A few minutes later, a young receptionist walks up to Julie to let her know that it's time for the interview with a "would you follow me please, thank you very much."

The young, attractive receptionist guides Jules to the interview room. The receptionist opens the door and there sitting is "the exec." Jules is not surprised. Jules however is somewhat excited. She is surprised by this sensation. She is way too professional. But damn she thinks he is hot.

Not going to bore you with the standard interview questions; like you fucking care. You just want to get to the sex. Me too.

Bottom line is that the "exec" or Alex is very impressed with Jules and her qualifications. He tells her as much. But then comes the fucking truth. I have to hand it to Alex; he is a fucking genius on his pickup lines!

Alex tells Julie that she is more than qualified for the position and that he would love to have her aboard and would love to hire her. 

Jules is a bit confused. She asks Alex if she had the job. 

Alex pauses just the right length of time and asks Julie if he can be honest with her; his big blue eyes staring intently into her hazel ones. Jules melts a bit and feels a flash of heat down below. She resists stretching her neck a few inches and kissing Alex on his lips; but just barely resists.

"Of course, please," Jules replies.

"I will deny ever saying this if challenged, but you are just too...just too attractive to hire, to be honest," Alex stammers.

"To be open with you, I have had issues in the past. Issues with very attractive assistants who have made accusations of misconduct. These accusations almost cost me my career. I am reluctant to place myself in the same situation. I would love to have you work with me, under me, but am unsure if I can risk the potential problems," Alex stammers.

Julie struggles to clearly hear the words. She just wants to fuck Alex. She wants to take his cock and please it. She wants to gaze up into his big blues as he mouth fucks her. She drifts back into reality and hears the concern in his words.

Jules surprises herself when she says, "Well, you don't need to worry about that issue.... Alex."

"And why is that?" Alex quickly responds. He is a bit taken back by Jules. It was not the response he thought he was going to get.

It's almost as if Julie is possessed with some sex demon taking charge.

"It's because Alex, I like to fuck. No, I love to fuck. And my husband not only allows it, he encourages it. Alex, I am going to prove it to you. You can trust me. I want this job. But more than that, I want to fuck you. I'm a corporate closet slut, Alex. All those things you have been fantasying about me as you interviewed me; there is a pretty good chance that I'll do it."

Alex is taken back. He is unsure of what to say. So, he doesn't say shit. But his body does. Alex's cock, like most men's cocks, had a mind of its own. And soon Alex's now very excited dick is pushing against his pants. This isn't lost to Jules.

Jules reaches across and places her hand on Alex's thigh feeling his aroused member as she maintains an eye lock on Alex's eyes. As her hand approaches his crotch she sees the surprise and surrender flash through his baby blues.

For once in his career, Alex is taken back.

"Do you have anywhere that you have to be tonight?" Julie questions.

Alex stammers, "Not yet." He is getting a glimpse of where this interview may be headed.

"Good" answers Julie.

With that she reaches into her purse and pulls out her phone.

As her finger activates her smart phone, Jules drops to her knees. She looks up into Alex's eyes and sees that she has already won this battle but still wants to follow through.

As she selects her husband's phone number, she carefully uses her other hand to unzip Alex's pants. His hard, large cock is pressing against the zipper. Freeing it from its confines, she gives it a quick flick of her tongue as the phone rings her husband's number.

"Hey baby, how did the interview go?" asks Mark.

"Well honey, I am actually in the middle of it. And to tell you the truth, it's an interview right out of one of your fantasies. Alex here is reluctant to hire me because I am just too hot. I am putting his mind at ease about me; about us, by blowing him. Right now I am between his legs about to take his cock into my mouth. I thought you would like that baby." 

Jules can hear Mark's breathing quicken.

"Baby, I want you to listen as I take Alex's very impressive cock into my mouth. Try not to cum too quickly," Julie teases.

And with that, Julie takes Alex's hot, hard cock into her wanting mouth. 

Mark listens as he hears his hot wife give a man a blow job. He can make out the slurps. After a few minutes Jules takes a reluctant break. She looks up to Alex who has since placed his hands in Julie's hair to caress and guide her. 

"Baby, do you want me to get this job?" Jules asks into the phone.

"Ehh, of course baby."

"Then I need you to do two things to convince Alex that I will never turn on him if he decides to fuck me. Do you understand honey?"

"I think so. I'll do anything baby. I want two things too. I want you to get this job and I want you to fuck Alex honey. God I am so very hard and horny. I wish I were there to watch."

Jules is in charge; well she always is. Good honey, "cause here is what you are going to do." 

Jules takes a break as she returns her attention to Alex's raging hardon as her husband listens.

"First you are going to tell Alex that he can fuck me as much as he wants and you, we, will never make an issue of it. In fact you are going to tell Alex that you will type that up in a document and will get it notarized stating it. You got that baby?" It isn't really a question but more a directive.

"Ok, I am handing Alex the phone." As Jules hands the phone up to Alex she really gives attention to Alex's pulsating fuck stick.

"Alex, you are a lucky dude. First, Jules is more than qualified to keep your accounts straight. Second, she is one hell of a fuck. And I want her to fuck around. Alex, you can fuck my wife as much as she wants. I just ask that you take pictures for me so I can enjoy the experience as well. Maybe once in a while we can tag-team her and give her a real workout."

Jules overhears the conversation and takes the phone back as Alex's cock pops out of her wet mouth. Jules speaks into the phone again as she works Alex's cock with her hand. Alex groans as Julie runs her hand up and down his veiny shaft. What a fucking interview.

"Next baby, I want you to call the Marriot and make a reservation for me tonight so that I can seal the deal with Alex. I want you to get me a king size bed and a view of the river. Is that a problem baby?" Jules challenges her husband already knowing the answer, her mouth returning to her new attraction and fan. 

"Consider it done baby"Mark responds.

Jules looks back up at Alex. "Is that okay with you.....boss?"

"Yeah"

As she continues to expertly suck her favorite treat, her skirt rides up exposing tanned thighs. Alex rests his hand on one of them.

Julie places the phone on the floor so Mark can listen.

She reluctantly takes her mouth off Alex's cock and places her hand on Alex's hand. She looks into his eyes as she guides his hand up her thigh. He quickly realizes that she is pantiless and shaved....and very wet. She moans, "Boss, put a finger in. I want you to know how much you turn me on."

Alex starts to finger fuck Julie as she returns to blowing his cock. She can tell he is getting close. Although she wants to fuck she wants to give him something to look forward to later at the hotel.

Julie reaches between her legs and somewhat reluctantly removes Alex's finger. As she stares into his eyes, Julie brings his wet, cunt juice coated finger to her lips. She slowly cleans his wet finger by sucking her pussy juice from it. Alex's body shivers at this naughty act.

Jules picks up the phone and tells Mark, "Baby, I am about to blow Alex. He is close."

"Yeah baby. You are so fucking hot. Please takes some pictures for me honey," her husband pleaded

Jules looks up at Alex, "You ready to cum for me baby?"

"Yes, fucking yes," Alex answers as he holds back. He is ready to pop.

"Boss, take some pictures of me for Mark," Jules more directs than asks.

She waits until Alex has the camera ready. She tells Alex to take a picture of her sucking his cock as she looks into the camera with her "dirty girl" pose.

Alex snaps a few pictures.

Jules quickens her pace and looks up at Alex. "Time to cum baby." With her other hand, she slightly squeezes Alex's balls as her tongue flicks across his head. 

That is all it takes. Alex lets loose and shoots his jism into Julie's mouth and face.

It's almost as if Julie purred. In her heart she knew she was in her element. She was born to fuck.

As Alex comes back to reality, Deb carefully tells him to take more pictures. She doesn't want to swallow the cum resting in her mouth quite yet.

Alex snaps more shots of Julie and her twinkling eyes. Her face is glowing with her mouth filled with cum and cum ropes covering part of her face. She makes sure he takes a picture of her mouth open -- the money shot.

Jules then gladly swallows Alex's load. She likes his musky taste. She uses her fingers to clean her face off. Of course her fingers go to her mouth. She wants every bit of his load. Then she uses her mouth to clean Alex's cock.

After cleaning him up and returning his spent cock to his pants, Julie quickly readjusts her clothing and sits back in her chair.

"So, does that put your mind at ease about my loyalty?" Julie grins as she asks the question.

"Yes, you have convinced me. The job is yours. I am very excited to have you on my staff." 

"Well great. I can't wait to show you all my assets. I think tonight you will get a better appreciation of all my capabilities."

"Do you have any more questions for me?" Jules asks flashing Alex a very mischievous grin.

"I am sure I will later tonight, "Alex retorts.

As the door opens to the public, Alex guides his new employee to the reception area in order to set up a follow-up appointment to complete the necessary documents.

The receptionist looks up and is a bit taken by the glow on both Alex and Julie's faces. 

As Julie schedules the follow-up appointment, Alex reluctantly returns to his office. But he has Julie's phone number. He will give her a few minutes to leave so he can finalize their link up for that night.

For Julie, she wants, no, needs to find a restroom. There are two things that she must do. First, relieve a very excited pussy. Second, send her loving husband the pictures she knows will send him over the edge. She knows how proud and happy he is going to be.

Well reader, there you go. Hope it turned you on. It did me. I am going to finish this beer; let Jules read this story to make sure I got it straight. Then... well then I am going to fuck her hard.



The Interview



"Stepping into an interview room, you never know what's going to happen."

Clap -- my car door slammed shut. The early morning California sun was gleaming over the campus parking lot. It had always amazed me how students these days could afford brand new luxury cars and big hulking SUVs. The elevator was on the very far end of the parking lot.

Beep -- the seeing impaired friendly elevator door opened for the career center. "I'm with Nanohard," I told the bulky career counsellor. She pointed me down the hallway past the fake palm trees that were supposed to elicit a calming feeling and the nervous students in suits. The suits were big and bulky to make them look powerful. Yet, their young bodies were skinny and looked helpless in those suits. Like in a Sci-Fi movie, I could feel the air shiver and distort from all the pent up nervousness around me. It gets even me a little shaky.

Swoosh -- Roger placed the folder with my interview candidates on the desk in front of him. He smiled softly. His tie was striped. The knot was sharply tied and pushed hard against his Adam's apple. Deep down the hallway, he lorded over the makeshift check-in desk. On a map, he circled the very last room, cleithrophobically far away from the building exit.

Squeak -- I leaned back in my swivel chair. It looked and felt cheap. The candidate chair was deliberately cheaper and uncomfortable. There was not even upholstery on it. The back rest was deliberately low to make it nearly useless for leaning back. So, the candidate would have to sit upright. The chair was purposefully lower than a standard chair. The entire room was tiny. The desk in between us created a modicum of emotional distance, because our knees would almost be touching.

Clack -- the door swung open and hit hard into the desk. Roger said, "You are a go in five." He held up five fingers and waited for my nod. With him gone, I was back alone in the small room. My eyes meandered around. The window was behind me to blind the candidate with light. It only opened one perfunctory inch to prevent suicide jumpers. A motivational poster said, "When your best isn't good enough." A runner was on it with his face buried in his hands and his body slumped over in despair. I stretched out my arms, feeling both sides of the room with my hands.

Click -- the door opened gently. A pause built anticipation for what the candidate would look like. A young woman entered in a solid black suit and baby blue shirt underneath it. The fabric was much too large for her slender body. She was wearing skinny high heels, which were covered by her too long pants. Only the sharp foot tip and skinny heal peered out. If she were barefoot, she'd be standing on her pant hem.

Flop-dop-pop -- my ballpoint pen pressed grooves of blue ink into the pad of paper. I underlined "Jean." I noted the time in the margin to start a timeline "8:06." A big circle went around the number 1 followed by "Manhattan traversal problem." She pushed her resume on crisp white paper across the desk. I asked the perfunctory small talk, "how was your morning?" She smiled silently and very kept together.

Ffff -- I inhaled deeply to cut into the interview, "let's get started on the technical questions, because that's what you are getting credit for. Feel free to illustrate your thinking on this piece of paper. I'll collect it at the end. Are you familiar with the Manhattan traversal problem?" Jean was silent. Her eyes looked like tiny black buttons with a sliver of blue around them. That's why I liked interviewing on campus, because there is a rawness to it. Interviewing industry candidates is always very serious.

Ding -- the hard material of her heels hit her metal chair leg, as she nervously shuffled. She drew the rectangular grid of Manhattan on the pad. She mumbled something about x- and y-axis. I hadn't even asked my question yet. I had no idea what she was trying to do. I cleared my throat to get her attention. "Let's say there is a garbage truck that has to visit x locations..."

Squid -- my eyelids made a quiet sound as I squeezed my eyes to poke the look of disbelief out of my face. It's not professional to make faces at the interview candidates. Jean had started drawing the statue of liberty in a mindless kind of way of being stuck on a hard problem. This was an interview for an engineering position, not fine art. "What are you doing? I haven't even explained the particular problem yet."

Sniff -- I involuntarily smelled the air. She must have been sweating hard. A wall of moist air hit my face. The tiny room was quickly smelled with the scent of her arm pits and body. My secret pleasure was taking in that scent. My manhood's circulation increased. It didn't harden. It rather simply inflated itself to a well sized flaccid shape.

Oh -- she exclaimed and sat back staring at me. Her mouth was gaping open. There was a dark black hole with thin, youthful lips around it. The skin on those lips was as smooth as only a young twenty two year old near college graduation could have. There was no lip stick on it -- pure innocence. "Yeah, it's hard to solve a problem, when you don't even know yet which it is," I said with a smile trying to buddy up to get us on a good start.

Tock-tock -- I noted 8:11 on the pad to restart the timing. "There is a truck driver that has to visit x stops. Each stop is described by an X and Y coordinate. You have to write an algorithm on the paper that describes the optimal route. You can use the C++ programming language." She nodded obediently like a puppy.

Squeak -- the chair moaned as I leaned forward to see her upside down writing. "Okay, that's the Python programming language. I'd like you to start over with C++." Her eyes turned glassy. This is when I took her in as a person for the first time. She looked like a regular kid from the suburbs out and away from her parents, trying to start her own life, a little lost in the big wide world.

Plob -- the top button of her baby blue shirt was undone. It made a tiny sound. Yet, the room was absolutely silent. We had locked eyes. I was trying to figure her out to get the interview on track. She was staring at me like a caught and distraught deer. She put her suit jacket on the floor. I thought it a little odd, because she could have put it on the backrest of her chair. However, I still thought, she was making herself comfortable from being overheated.

Plob, plob, plob -- one shirt button after the next popped open. Increasingly, my thinking went from her casually making herself comfortable to something being wrong. I had experienced a candidate ones coming in with shorts and a t-shirt, while rolling into the room on a skateboard. Her dexterous fingers arrived at her pants. I could see a black bra in between the slightly ajar shirt. She definitely didn't wear a t-shirt underneath it.

Ba-bam -- my heart was pounding with alarm. I had been caught in a sexual harassment predicament early in my career. I had learned the hard way that even small human interactions could be used to be smashed with the big hammer of sexual harassment, zero tolerance policies, and the like. I had learned in many hours of sensitivity training that followed later that even such slight things as a woman not saying anything could be construed as legally being put on notice.

Knock -- her pant button had been stretched by the tension and opened with a little explosion. My voice was shivering with panic, "why don't we close those buttons back up." My words didn't affect her at all. She didn't pause. She didn't look up. She was in her own bubble. My jaw was shaking from the adrenalin pumping inside of me without me even saying anything.

Crack -- her knee hit the desk sharply, when she got up to pull her pants down. For Christ's Sake, those thighs, where so pale, slender, and smooth, like a wet dream. A warm feeling of lust enveloped me. My mind screamed, "Don't give into it." She stood in the only space not occupied by me, the desk, or the chair, right in front of the door. Even if I were trying to get open the door, I'd have to touch her body, which could be horribly construed at a disciplinary meeting. Also, the words of the interview training echoed in my head, "Never, ever leave the candidate alone in the room. Call 911 or whatever you need to, but never leave them alone in the room."

Beep-beep-beep -- I was dialing our company security line. She had small black panties, nothing fancy -- just a real person with her regular panties. With her bare legs and open shirt, she looked like a girlfriend that had been overnight at my house and snuggled into my shirt that was way oversized for her. The intimacy of the feeling that it sent to me was confusing. The shirt dropped to the floor.

"Hello" -- the phone crackled with the voice of the security operator. I identified myself, location, and situation. While I talked my hands were glued on her nubile body. She was skinny. The bra popped forward with the back being undone. The whole thing dropped to the floor. She had small B sized breasts. However, they were so young that they stood up firmly -- perfectly round mounds with rosy nipples. The panties dropped down to the floor. She was shaven. Because of the anatomical position of the vagina, I couldn't see much. There was a triangle formed by the top of her thighs and bottom end of her belly.

Silence -- utter silence. I stared at her young, flawless, girl-next-door body. She looked like flesh - exposed, lifeless, and pale. She stopped moving. She stood with her arms at her sights. Her blue eyes looked at me. The security operator was waiting for me to talk. The image burned itself into my mind. The air went out of my lungs for a second. Then, the heaviness of her body scent, particularly the sourness of her armpits hit me again. Now, I could feel the musk of my erection mixed into the room. I could smell the pheromone scent that my penis head tended to exude when hard.

"911" -- the security operator repeated, "do you need assistance from 911?" "I'm not in any danger. We should try to handle this as discrete as possible for her benefit. Maybe, she can dress up before you send anyone in." She stood there motionless. She didn't say anything. Yet her eyes eagerly followed whatever I was doing with the phone or talking. She was stuck in silence.

Pop -- I released the tension in my neck with a sharp head movement. "I can see how interviewing is really scary. And the thought of leaving college without a job can be intimidating." Like a police interrogator, I'd move through different rationales for her actions. When I'd hit the nerve, there'd be some reaction. This one wasn't it. "For some cultures, getting a Western job is the only way to leave restrictive family traditions like working at a family store or even arranged marriage." She sobbed involuntarily. Though, she was a white girl. It was random to even get onto that thread.

Chirp -- I put the phone on speaker. "Look, I don't like putting security on speaker. I'd rather just talk this out with you without pulling other people and making it official. However, it's for my safety. Laws in America are very strict. If I offered you a hug and you said 'yes,' it could still be construed as coercion from me, because I hold the decision about your job offer. I'm a human being too. When I see someone else cry, I want to give them a hug. However, I can't. You are safe, completely safe. I'm not offended. You didn't do anything illegal."

Sob, sob, sob -- hearing hug unleashed a torrent of sobs in the girl. Her belly was so slender. Her belly button didn't protrude past the imaginary line between her hip bones. The belly shivered with her sobs. Despite her sobs, she still stood upright with her arms at her side to expose, really surrender, her body to me like on a platter.

Knock -- Roger knocked softly against the door outside, "I'm out here with a blanket. Let me know when I should come in." Being audible to the security operator and Roger, I got the Adrenaline shakes in my jaw more under control. With a friendly tone, I said, "In my life, I've experienced times, when I fell behind and further behind. In the end, I was in a deep hole, that I felt helpless to get out of." That hit a nerve. Her shoulders slumped forward. She bent a little. Her body left the rigid soldier position.

Clack -- my watch hit the desk, when I rolled my arm open to show her my palm. "Look I can't touch you legally. However, if you want to imagine, you can imagine my hand holding your hand. And this is completely up to you, because it's all in your head. Nobody ever knows if you didn't hold my hand in your imagination. There is no possible coercion." That moment the first tear had rolled to the bottom of her cheeks, dropped off, and landed on her boob -- a wet spot on that mammary. I was so turned on.

Sniff -- She sniffed to clear her nose of snot. "It feels good to be actually naked. I feel so naked all the time. People all the time look into me. You can see so deeply into me to what I know. It feels so horrible that everyone can see into you. Teachers know exactly what's in my head. All the exams lay me so open. And the clothes doesn't help. And now you can really see me. All the fake lie of being hidden, of having privacy inside my thoughts is gone."

Sigh -- I couldn't help but let out a deep breath of ease. She had cracked. She had opened up. "Yeah, I can see how everyone around you is more experienced. Everywhere you turn, every move you make, they have already done that. So, it's easy to see what you are up to. It kind of makes you like an open book." She nodded vehemently. Her tears had stopped. We were now in a talking mode.

Tap, tap -- I heard shoes shuffling outside. "I'll share something from me. When I was younger, I felt like people that talked to me firmly, angrily left an impression on my body. Even though, they had never touched me, I could still feel their fingers on the skin of my upper arms hours later, as if they had grabbed me harshly and shaken me. It will get better." She shifted her body stance to sit on the left hip. Being tired of standing was a good sign. She was coming out of it.

Swiff -- the fabric of my pants rubbed against each other. I had to adjust my pants inconspicuously by shifting my seat. The erection was full on raging. My head was challenged by the dichotomy of a crying girl. Yet she was naked. Both send conflicting signals. My pistol was only listening to the signals of her silky skin and all the instinctive triggers her curves triggered. Deepest of all, I was taken back to all the times that I had cried lonely in my apartment after a long and devastating day at work. She took me to that intimate place and connected with me there. It was that deeply emotional place beyond the reach of reason and proper behavior, where one was purely human.

"I" -- she stammered, "I can give you a hug without you getting into trouble." I was stunned for a moment. Then, she moved forward. The tiny room made it only two steps, two seconds, and her naked butt sat down on my lap. She leaned her bare chest against mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck. She pulled her legs up to her chest. She was sitting on my lap sideways. Her feet rested on one thigh. Her two butt cheeks dug into the other. I could feel how small her body was compared to mine. She hugged me with all her soul. Not only could I feel her body, I could feel her whole being hold onto me.

"Go" -- yelled the security operator on the phone, "she has moved away from the door." Roger stormed in, holding a big gray wool blanket in front of him. A chubby black social-worker-type woman followed him. It all took a split second. Jean had felt the nine inch erection with the thick diameter pressing against her butt cheek. She looked at my face exasperatedly. Her eyes were merely five inches from my face. I felt like falling into a blue glacier lake looking into her eyes. Nobody but us two realized that her shock was about my erection. Everyone else thought it was about them storming in.

Slam -- the social worker woman put a clear plastic bag on the desk. "Put her close in here and leave it at the front desk," she bellowed at me. She was led out of the room huddled in the big gray blanket. I never saw her face again. I only watched her bare soles walk over the short office carpet out the door. I was left behind alone with the plastic bag and her clothes scattered on the floor.

Squeak -- the chair squeaked a last time as I got up. I grabbed her jacket, folded it. Her baby blue shirt had dark sweat stains under the arm pit. Checking the door for a moment, I took in a sniff. It smelled delicious of youth, so clear and delicately feminine, like raspberries. The cleanup process came down to her black bra, the big circular shapes. Funny how they let a guy take care of this. They must have been in a hurry. I folded the circles together and added them to the clear plastic bag. I was deliberately slow to draw out the enjoyment without being caught.

Flumpf -- I straightened out the contents of the clear plastic bag. Her panties were the last thing. I couldn't help getting another dose of arousal handling them. I tried to make a serious face in case anybody came in. Complaints of having to handle her underwear were on my lips in case anybody came in. You always have to get up front of getting caught.

Eek -- was my first response touching the black. They were soaking wet. I smelled my fingers with her juices dripping on it. It was definitely the pussy scent. Strange, there is a depth to us that we don't explore by looking at the logical rational of a situation. I remembered photos of men with erections in front of firing squads in World War II. I remembered my psychology class that noted that in some people the brain EEG for anger and arousal was almost identical. That explains the connection between relationship fights and makeup sex. We humans are a lot more surprising then straight lines of funeral = grief and baby = joy.

Click -- I turned off the engine again. I had left her clothes at the reception desk. Yet, I couldn't drive of yet. I sat there in the car with my fingers in front of my nose. I gently inhaled her scent, exhaled, to take her back in. Her scent started fading. And that was the last of it. I never heard what had happened to her. The human resources director gave me a printout of a certificate for heroic behavior. There was no money attached. The paper ended in the trash after he left.



The Interview



He sat bored at his desk, damn being in early for interviews. He hated having to wear a tie, especially so early in the morning.

He picked up the resume and scanned it. This candidate was meeting most of what he needed and the phone interview was great, in fact the memory of her voice made him twinge a little in his suit pants, it had taken all of his concentration to keep that interview on track and the HR officer not being able to see his massive hard on.

Standing and putting on his jacket he checked his tie in his office window. His phone rang, so he pressed the speaker button, 'Dom speaking.'

'Dom your 8am is here' purred Josie the receptionist. Cute enough, but only for a one time shag. She'd been on his case ever since last years Xmas party.

'Thanks Josie I'll be right there' he replied and hung up.

He picked up the resume and looked at the candidates name, making sure he announced it right. He rounded the corner to reception and sitting elegantly in a charcoal grey suit with white shirt was his candidate. He stumbled for a minute, taking in how her lush curves filled the jacket, too and skirt. Her green eyes bright and seductive peered at him through some cute glasses.

'Rachael?' He asked holding out his hand?

'Yes' she replied taking his hand.

The instant their fingers touched he felt a crazy thrill of electricity. He imagined her soft skin of her hands pressing into his hips as he pushed deep and hard inside her. He imagined the firmness of her fingers clutching at his hair as he laved her clit and drank up her juices. He glanced up from their hands and saw that her cheeks had flushed and her eyes had dilated. If they weren't at the office she'd be naked and on the floor.

He shook his head and brought himself back to the now 'Shall we?'

She nodded, pulling her jacket across her breasts, trying to hide how erect her nipples were. He had to place his portfolio over his belt to hide the semi.

He led her into one of the interview rooms. And as he shut the door he knew that the space was too small. Her subtle perfume was driving him crazy. He pointed to a chair and sat in the one opposite. She placed her bag beside the chair and then crossed one leg over the other. As her legs crossed he caught sight of a suspender. He wasn't able to contain his hiss of pleasure. His cock responded with a visible pulse. Her eyes flicked up wards and she bit her lip to contain the foxy little grin on her lips. He stared at the minx in the chair, torn on whether to continue with the interview or throw her legs over his shoulders and bury his face in her pussy.

He pictured his HR officer standing behind him and decided that the interview was more important. And so it began. He fired questions at her which she answered well, demonstrating her intelligence and quick thinking. As the session endured he noticed the hem on her skirt getting higher, her fingers tracing circles on her thigh. He noticed how her lips moved and imagined them sliding over his hard cock.

He wanted her, and not just for the role she clearly would be great for, he wanted to feel her legs wrapped around his waist as he slid in side her.

All too soon he ran out of questions to ask. The interview was done. The silence filled the room and again the sweet intensity of the promise of great sex stirred in the air. She cocked her head to once side and uncrossed her legs, giving him a glimpse of her light pink lace underwear and the dampness at the base of her crutch.

'May I ask you a question'

'Go on'

'If you could have me, right now in this room, what would you do first?'

He didn't answer, he stood in his chair and then immediately sank to his knees, parting her legs. He could smell her arousal, sweet and tangy. He pushed the rest of her skirt up high and ran his nose up her seam. Her fingers wound their way into his hair as he pulled her panties aside and dipped his tongue inside her lips and was greeted by beads of delicious juices. He lapped and laved, bring her close. Playing with her clit until it was a large swollen nub. She was doing her best to be quite, but her moans punctuated the air, making him so hard it hurt. She was as delicious as he imagined. Her calves moulded over his shoulders and held him in close. Strong legs that he now wanted around his waist. 

He stood and stared down at her mused hair, flushed face. She looked up at him under her lashes. Her chest rising sharply against her shirt. He slowly undid the clasp of his belt, the button and then the fly on his pants. Going commando today had its advantage. He pulled his cock out and heard her moan at the sight of his length. He watched her stand. She pressed her self into him, a hand joining his and helped him stoke, the other wound fingers into his hair and pulled his face down to hers.

Her mouth was hungry, hot, moist. Her tongue toyed with his elegantly, matching him stroke for stroke.

He moaned into her mouth, she seemed to be made to fit him. Her breasts pressed firmly into his chest, her waist at the right height, her arse filled and overflowed his grasp.

She pulled away from his mouth and gave him a sultry smile. She grasped his tie and then said three words he'd wanted to hear since seeing her in reception 'Fuck me now'

She turned and placed her hands on the arms of the chair, spreading her legs wide, baring her lush arse.

He didn't wait for the second demand. Grasping her hips he plunged deep inside her. Her cry spurred him to withdraw and plunge deep again, filling and stretching her. 

Her pussy was soaked and hot and he wanted to feel her come around him. He quickened his pace, he could feel her muscles tighten around his shaft. She came hard, a low moan and a rush of juices. He followed suit shortly after, filling her.

They both sank to the floor, legs trembling, chests heaving.

'So, do I get the job?' she asked

'Oh, I think another interview is order don't you?' he replied fingers reaching for the buttons of her shirt.



The Interview



The summer before my final year in college I was really hurting for money and didn't know what I was going to do. My parents didn't have any extra money and I couldn't find a job for the summer no matter what I did, it just wasn't working out for me. I was sitting in a coffee shop with a few of the girls from one of my classes that had just finished. I only knew a couple of them, the rest I knew them to see them, but didn't know them well. I was sitting there upset not knowing what to do, when most of them left for one reason or the other and it was just me and another girl sitting there I didn't know well. She asked me why I looked so down and I told her I was upset at not finding anything to earn money at for the summer.

Her name was Liza, and she was an attractive girl, always nicely dressed, she certainly didn't look like she was hurting for money, ever. I'd noticed her nice car, her always manicured nails and expensive shoes, I just assumed she had a rich father. 

"How open minded are you?", she asked me as she looked around to make sure no one could hear us talking. 

I thought it an odd question, but replied honestly, "I'm pretty opened minded, why do you ask?"

"Well, I don't go around telling the other girls what it is I do for a job on the side, but it pays well, most of my time is free and it's not boring. I can lounge around the house and make good money."

My curiosity was piqued to say the very least. I was getting desperate for money and told her so. "Please tell me what it is, I won't tell the other girls, I promise," I said.

"I work as an erotic phone actress," she said in a low voice. 

"The place I take calls for is always looking for new girls, the business has a high turnover, most girls can't take it and don't last more than a night or a week, it's really not for everybody," she stated matter of factly.

I'd never thought about something like this. When I thought of adult entertainment, I thought of strippers or porn stars or hookers, talking on the phone didn't really enter my mind.

"This place I work for, it's not like other services," she trailed off.

I wondered what that meant, but she quickly looked at her watch and scribbled a name and number on a napkin and pushed it towards me.

"This is the owners info., give her a call and tell her Liza recommended you, and remember, not a word to the other girls. My family would NOT understand and some of those girls parents know my parents, you understand," she said as she got up and grabbed her purse and walked towards the door.

I had a ton of questions I wanted to ask her, but she'd left in such a rush, I'd not had time to ask them, and even though I knew her to see her, I didn't have a number to call her at or ask how to get in touch with her to talk about this further. 

I walked back to my apartment thinking about this. I went to the fridge and opened the door, nearly empty except for some condiments, diet pop and some fruit. Less than $20 in my purse, I really didn't know what else to do. I'd never known any phone sex operators, or as she'd called herself, "an erotic phone actress" before. I couldn't exactly call up some friends and ask them if they knew anyone in this line of work, I was certain they didn't, or else they'd have gossiped and speculated about it.

I took the rumpled napkin out of my purse and looked at what she'd written on it. There was a toll free number and the name Joan on it. It was nearly ten pm, but I thought this Joan person would likely be up, so I nervously picked up the phone and called the number. It rang a few times before this sultry voice answered and I nearly hung up.

"Hi, um, my name's Molly and a girl I know named Liza gave me your name and number. I really need a job," I said matter of factly.

"Ah yes, Liza! She's one of my best girls, did she explain to you all involved?", she questioned.

"No, we barely spoke, but I told her how bad my financial situation is right now, I'm in college the same as Liza, my parents don't have much, until I graduate in a year and hopefully get a full time position, things are pretty grim for me. Oh, I shouldn't be telling you this, I've just been so upset. I'm desperate, really. I've never done anything like this kind of job, would you at least give me a chance?", I pleaded.

"Yes dear, I can give you a chance. I'd like you to come see me tomorrow, do you have time tomorrow afternoon so we can talk for a while, maybe an hour or so and we can discuss all that's involved in this," she said.

"Oh thank you, yes, I will be there when you'd like me to be, thank you so much for the opportunity," I said with total sincerity.

"Is there anything else Liza said to you? About anything?", she questioned.

"All she said was she made a good pay check and yours wasn't like 'other services', whatever that means, but I don't know anything about any services, so I can't even begin to imagine what she was referring to," I answered.

"Oh, I see...Well, there she is correct, we can talk about it tomorrow, how is 4 pm? My house is at 409 Wilson Drive, you know where that is, dear?", she asked.

"Yes, I know the area, I'll see you at 4 tomorrow then, thank you again," I said before hanging up.

The next day I was nervous when it was time to go to this Joan's house for this interview. I just told myself there was no option, I'd looked for work, nothing had panned out, I had to give this a shot. Her house was around a 20 minute walk from my apartment, I didn't want to waste what little I had on bus fare, so I decided to just walk, it wasn't that far, so I just walked. I went up to her door and knocked and was greeted by an attractive middle aged lady who seemed very casual and invited me in. I sat down in the living room and was a bit surprised to see another younger lady there.

"This is my assistant, Amy, she does all sorts of things for me, dispatches calls, helps with the website. See, even though girls like Liza happen to be in my same city here, most of the girls who take calls are thousands of miles from us here, all over North America. I have a few dozen girls all over the States and Canada that do calls, there's someone on around the clock, we have a very exclusive service here. Liza was right, this isn't like other services," Joan said cryptically.

"Do you have any experience with this sort of job at all, even personal experience with phone sex with a boyfriend, or anything?", she asked.

"No, I've had a couple of boyfriends, but they were all in town, so I wasn't away from them, I never needed to have phone sex with them," I replied honestly.

"I have always written though, I've even written some erotic stories in the past, no one but my boyfriends ever saw them though, but I'm open minded and not got any hang ups or anything," I said.

Her assistant Amy was working away on the computer the entire time, not really looking over at me or paying me much mind one way or the other. 

"Well, I've been in this business over 20 years now, I started out doing calls myself, and I still have a few long term clients I talk to, but I got into the business side of things around 10 years ago and have done well with it. I have a son that lives with me, I try and be discrete about things around him to do with the business. He knows what I do, but we don't talk about it, he's nearly off to college. We cater to a more exclusive group of male callers than your average service or platform company does. We charge a premium price and have a long minute minimum to attract only the serious and high end clients. This is no .99 cent a minute 10 minute minimum place. We charge $5.99 a minute and have a 30 minute minimum. These men have money, they are looking for an intelligent woman to converse with and have a genuine experience with. I understand how it is with most women in this business, it is just that. A business. They are not working to masturbate and get off with random strangers all day on the phone, most people do not understand that, and it's very laughable, frankly. The longer you are in this business, the longer you will see the stereotypes and the misconceptions that are surrounding it. Many people genuinely believe most women doing this are some kind of nymphomaniacs masturbating all day for nickels and dimes," she explained.

"This is a different type of service, for that price, and you get two thirds of the money for each call, unlike most other places that take anywhere from 50-80%, for the price these men are paying, we do guarantee them a genuine experience. Because of this and because of how much you would be making, you only get a call or two a day, but that's usually going to be a couple of hundred dollars a day for you," she stated.

My jaw dropped, that kind of money I never dreamed of. My mind whirled at all my tuition costs covered, some savings, car repairs, a full fridge and new clothes. 

"Now before I take you on, I really have to make sure you will be right for this position, and what these men want. Normally, as I said, most of my girls are far away and I've never met them in person like you and Liza, so they have had phone interviews," Joan said.

"What do you want me to do?", I questioned, almost afraid to ask but knowing I needed that money and how close I was to having an opportunity to get it, I knew no matter what was asked of me that I was going to have to go along with it. There were no options...

"Why don't you come downstairs with me and I'll show you the telephony equipment and all the stuff that goes into this sort of operation. Amy, come with me, will you dear?", she said.

Amy got up silently from her desk and I followed Joan, and Amy followed me down a flight of stairs to a nicely finished basement. There were more computers, a desk, some equipment laid out on some tables, it all looked like a fairly normal set up.

"Now my dear, you may be a bit surprised, but as I said I must know that you are going to be what these men will be happy with on the phone, I need to hear you have an orgasm. I said these men call for a genuine experience and I told you how much they are paying, it must be real, they will know if it is not, and I will hear of it and you would be terminated. Many men are satisfied with simulated orgasms and they call knowing it's all acting at other services and that's fine, but this service is different. Are you ok with this?", she asked me, looking into my eyes searching for a reply.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out, I was so shocked at her statement, that she needed to hear me cum, I'd just met this woman like a half hour before and she expected this? I didn't know whether to walk out or just go with it. I kept thinking of the money and I decided I had to just get through this. I looked around to see where she expected me to do this, was she going to watch, or just listen, I had no idea what was about to happen, yet I didn't feel afraid. She seemed very professional and not in the slightest bit creepy, but I wasn't happy with this and felt to get this position to get the money I needed I just had to do it. I couldn't believe Liza hadn't told me about this, maybe she knew if she had I wouldn't have even come here.

"So, you want me to masturbate in front of you, or what exactly is going to happen here?", I asked.

"Don't look so worried, my dear it's not unpleasant, I promise you, you are free to stop at any time, or leave, or anything you wish," Joan said.

"Now, take off your skirt and panties, and lean back against the desk there behind you," she instructed. 

Reluctantly I removed them and stood there, my buttocks semi sitting on the edge of the desk behind me. Amy the assistant had disappeared for a few minutes, but had returned and was kneeling on the floor in front of me, she'd lowered the lights and was sitting there with a bottle of lube in her hands. She looked up at Joan, and Joan extended her hand towards her and Amy placed a dollop of lube on her bosses fingers and then I was told to relax.

I placed my feet apart, I just wanted to get this over with, I felt embarrassed and humiliated and wanted to leave but I had to get this job, so I stayed and did as was asked of me. Amy had put some lube on her fingers as well and reached up and opened my labia exposing my clit gently. I'd never been touched by a woman and I didn't know what to say or do other than stand there and stare at the wall as this bizarre and humiliating interview commenced. Joan then reached forward and with a touch as soft as a feather started encircling my clit. It wasn't unpleasant, but I didn't want this to be happening and was only allowing it to for money, or rather the opportunity to make money if I passed this little test here. 

"Close your eyes, my dear, think of a handsome young man doing this to you, relax and let yourself go," she coaxed.

I did as I was told, closed my eyes and just tried to focus on the sensations, which as I said were not altogether unpleasant. The light circles with the soft lubed fingertip on my clit with Amy below holding my shaved lips open were starting to feel nice actually. I could feel my nipples hardening, against my will as I lost myself in the sensations. I felt Amy's fingers let go and now my wet, lubed pussy lips were around Joan's fingers and I could hear slight squishing sounds as she manipulated my clit expertly. She dipped her fingertips into my pussy teasingly slow and dragged the juices which were now flowing up over my stiffened clit and pussy lips. My breathing quickened and it felt so good. I masturbated myself, of course, but there's nothing quite like someone else's fingers doing the work for you. Her fingers worked a bit faster now and in spite of myself I was very aroused. I heard a slight noise and opened my eyes, it was dim, but I could see a door cracked open a few inches into an adjoining room and saw a teenage boy stroking his cock watching me get my pussy rubbed. I was shocked, yet aroused. I assumed this was her son and that he'd likely spied like this a few times on these "interviews". I could see his cock hard in his hand as he rubbed the head of it smoothing his slippery pre cum all over his dick. It's funny how our bodies can betray us like this, doing things with people we don't want to be doing them with, but becoming excited nonetheless.

I didn't want to let myself cum, not from a woman, not like this, yet I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm and I started to actually buck my hips forward and push against her fingers, it felt so good I couldn't stop myself. No one had ever used their fingers like this on me before and I was getting very close. I was clutching the edge of the desk I was leaning against as Joan used her fingers even harder on me until I couldn't take it anymore and came and moaned and cried out loudly and stood there having my orgasm, a very powerful one that left me panting, like some bitch in heat as she continued to rub my dripping pussy slowly. I glanced over and saw the teenager through that door biting his lip to keep quiet and then cumming right after I did, the cum shooting out of his cock and squirting.

I felt embarrassed and didn't know what to say as I stood there catching my breath, wet and looking over her shoulder at her son watching me and grinning from his secret hiding place.

"I think it's safe to say you have passed the audition, my dear. You have very pleasing sounds that I know my clients will like. Do you think you'd be able to take a couple of calls a day and really orgasm for these men? Remember, it is for a good deal of money," she reminded me.

"Yes, I can do it," I stated matter of factly.

"There's a bathroom right through there for you to clean yourself up in, dear," Joan said as she pointed to a different door than I'd seen her son hiding behind. I gathered up my skirt and panties and went in there to clean up and put them back on.

When I emerged a few moments later, Joan told me to go upstairs and give my information to Amy and she'd be emailing me the instructions later that night to log in with. I went upstairs and gave her the information for their payroll and Amy acted as though nothing had happened, totally business like. This was indeed unlike any interview I'd ever been on for sure. I walked back home half in a daze wondering what the summer held for me. I was very grateful to have been given this job. A few hours later an email with all the log in instructions arrived and a few hours later I got my first call and spoke to a nice, but slightly kinky middle aged man and had my second orgasm of the day. Yes, this was going to be an interesting summer indeed.



The Interview



"Come on in. You can take your clothes off in there. I'll be in in a minute." The man speaking was stocky, in late middle age, yet carried a dynamism about him that spoke success, success in everything he did.

The second man nervously removing his clothes in the bedroom of the lavish hotel suite was young, in his middle twenties. He was tall, athletic, some would say handsome, but his anxiety at being in the room concealed anything that was attractive.

The older man shouted into his phone, "What time is the interview the agency set up? Good, I've got time for something else before." He hung up, tossing the phone at the couch. "Alright, you ready?" he demanded as he burst through the doors of the bedroom. He tossed off the robe, the only thing he had been wearing, revealing a substantial erection. 

"Suck my cock."

He stood with his legs spread apart, hands on his hips. The young man, wearing only his boxers kneeled in front the man and nervously extended his tongue. "I said suck it." The older man slapped the young man with his cock. The young man opened his mouth to receive the hard penis. The older man held the younger's head. The young man yielded and began to suck and tongue the cock in his mouth. "Yeah, that's it. Get me really hard, so I can fuck you right." The young man gulped, but kept bravely servicing the cock.

"Alright, let's get at it. Here's some lube, get ready." The older man opened a condom and rolled it over his penis, adding lubrication. The young man pushed down his boxers and applied lubricant to his ass, trying to stretch the opening and push more lubricant inside.

"On your knees," the older man demanded. The younger man knelt at the edge of the bed. The older man approached the bed, his penis waving in front of him. "Got a good set on you, kid," he said, grasping the younger's pendulous testicles. The older man pressed his cock against the younger's ass. The younger gasped. The older continued to apply pressure, the head of his cock popping in. "Oh yeah," grunted the older as he pushed his cock fully into the young man. "Not too long, but plenty thick, huh?" the older said proudly.

The older man began to pump slowly in and out. "Kid, you sure are tight. Feels really good."

"Uh huh," the younger man agreed as he began to respond to the fucking by pushing back to meet the older man's thrusts.

"Yeah baby, ride that thick cock," said the older as he pushed further until he was kneeling on the bed 

"Oh yeah!" enthused the younger man.

The older man began to pump faster, grabbing the younger man's hips trying to bury his cock as deeply as he could. "Oh damn, not so fast," he shouted at himself as he felt his orgasm peak and explode into the condom in the younger man's ass.

Depleted by the orgasm, the older man lay on top of the younger who relaxed onto the mattress. The older man rolled off. "Man that was great. Most guys don't get into like you do. At first I thought you'd never done it before, you are so tight."

The young man turned over. The older man reached down and grasped the younger's balls again. "Really nice set. Good sized cock, too," he said as he stroked the younger man. "And you're better looking than your picture, more clean cut. You'll go far."

There was a loud knocking at the door in the sitting room. "Damn, he's early." The older man put the robe back on, went into the other room, closing the bedroom doors behind him. He opened the door to find a man waiting impatiently outside.

"The agency sent me over."

"Wait a minute, would you? I gotta wrap something up." He took his wallet out of the desk drawer and took out five one hundred dollar bills, stuffing them into the robe pocket.

"You know, son," to the man waiting in the sitting room, "that's no way to dress. You look like a punk or something."

"Look, Pop, we gonna do this or what?"

"Another piece of friendly advice, that attitude isn't going to get you anywhere."

The doors to the bedroom opened. The young man, dressed again in his suit and tie stepped into the sitting room. "Do you want to see my resume?"

The older man looked at each man in the room, and looked again. "Resume?"

"The agency told me to be early, but the man at the front desk sent me up, in fact told me to hurry."

The older man looked confused. Pointing at the young man, he said "If you're here for the interview..."

"That's right Pop, I'm the escort you had the hotel set up," the man said, leaning against the wall.

The older man collapsed into a chair.

"I get paid either way, Pop. So hand over five bills and I'm out of here."

The older man pulled the money from his pocket and handed it to the man. The man gave a wave at the younger man and headed out the door.

The older man sat with his head in his hands. The younger man stood watching him. "Do you want to do the interview another time?"

"My god, my god. I can't offer you the job now," the older man lamented. "What am I going to do now?"

"I'm thinking there's a new position opening up," said the younger man with new authority. "I'm thinking, maybe there's an apartment, some spending money, an occasional trip. Yes, I'm thinking the position of 'boyfriend' has just been filled."

The older man sank lower into the chair. Above him, he heard the jangle of a belt buckle, a long slow zip, and the rustle of fabric.

"Suck my cock."



The Interview



This is my first story, so please be gentle. It is the first in a series and I'd love your feedback. Thanks, Tim

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About 2 years ago I started my first proper job out of University. I'd spent my first three months out of education travelling by bike around Europe, surfing where I could and trying to polish up my rusty Spanish. Having worked in a Spanish restaurant during my holidays and done some maths tutoring during the term, I'd saved up a reasonable amount of money, but by December I was running low and decided to return to England and look for a job. I'd scored high marks in my maths degree and had plenty of extra-curricular activities on my C.V., which meant that it wasn't too hard to get invited to some interviews.

The first one I attended was with a small finance company in rural Surrey. Most of the interviewees were young male graduates like myself, although there were a couple of women, both of them quite attractive and one particularly flirtatious. Although she wasn't dressed in anything overly provocative, her light and loose cream-coloured top would allow more than a glimpse of her red lacy bra whenever she leant over the table, as she frequently did during the first group exercise. Although I wasn't sat opposite her I noticed a couple of the young men that were couldn't stop their eyes flicking downwards periodically. The girl, whose name was Steph, had an slim attractive figure, straight light-brown hair and a general demeanour of innocence. However, when she caught one of the boys trying to catch a look down her top, a smile would flash across her face and it was clear she knew exactly what she was doing.

By the end of the session I was pleased to be informed that I'd performed well enough to be kept behind with 3 others to continue interviewing in the afternoon. Steph was one of those kept back, but the 2 men who had been sat opposite her weren't, having grown increasingly flustered during the morning. The four of us were served some lunch and left alone to rest and chat with each other. During this time Steph began to grow more daring in her exhibitionist tendencies. As she sat down, she hitched up her pencil skirt to above her knees and proceeded to cross and uncross her legs a number of times, each time slightly slower than before, allowing a longer view up her skirt. Once again I was sat next to her rather than opposite, but I could tell from the reactions of the two slightly nerdy men opposite that they were seeing a lot more than they were used to. 

Now that there were no longer any members of the company observing us Steph let her demeanour of innocence slip and was flirting openly and clearly enjoying having the attention of 3 young men on her. As the discussion meandered further away from professional matters and became more informal, Steph stood up slightly and went to brush some crumbs off her skirt, but as she brushed her hands against the tight fabric, she allowed her finger to catch the hem slightly, lifting it a couple of centimetres each time. She was watching the two boys opposite her and pretended not to notice that her thighs were now more or less entirely exposed. Although it was December, she was wearing completely sheer tights that I knew would hide nothing from the increasingly wide-eyed boys opposite her.

Steph sat down with her skirt hitched more or less up to her waist. I couldn't be sure from where I was sat, but it looked like she wasn't wearing any panties. That was certainly what I guessed from the way the other men were staring. It was clear they weren't comfortable at all, but simply couldn't help themselves. One had now stopped even trying to pretend he wasn't looking and when Steph saw this she stopped mid-sentence, giggled girlishly and said his name...

"Adam... are you trying to look up my skirt?" She pulled a mock-shocked face and looked him in the eyes.

"Uhh.. no, I wasn't really," he replied, turning bright red and causing Steph to giggle again.

Although I thought it was slightly cruel, I had to admit it was really hot the way Steph had them both wrapped around her little finger. I think she was aware that I wasn't quite as immersed as the other two, but I had caught her eyes and smiled once or twice to let her know I was enjoying her little show.

Steph bit her lip then replied, "It's okay... I don't mind... I actually quite like it, so feel free to keep looking". As she spoke she started to run one hand slowly up the inside of her thigh towards her crotch, parting her legs slightly and then placing the other hand on her breasts and gently squeezing them. I could hear both the other boys breathing heavily and I was now staring myself. Steph opened her mouth, tilted her head back slightly, whilst still making eye contact with Adam opposite her. Then, just as she began to rub between her legs, we heard heavy footsteps approaching the door. Steph smiled and quickly adjusted her skirt before the door was opened and a man told us it was time for our individual interviews. Fortunately, the man waited just outside the door for us to get ready, which gave the us a chance to adjust our obvious erections and Steph a chance to look in our direction, lick her lips seductively and wish us good luck, before we were each led away.

I knew I hadn't made the most of the amazing show I'd just been given and in hindsight I'm amazed I was able to approach the rest of the day with any composure at all, but part of me was glad I hadn't been too distracted from the forthcoming interview. It's also true that I've always had more of a taste for older women. Ever since the age of 18 when the cleaner at my parents' house had walked in on me whilst I was showering, I've enjoyed the maturity and sexual experience of women older than me. I'm a touch over 6 foot tall, with reasonably long blonde hair and having played a lot of sport over the last few years, in particular rowing and cycling, I'm in good shape - not overly muscular, but very toned. 

Anyway, having taken a quick trip to the gents to splash my face with cold water, I managed to return my mind more or less to the task at hand and get my sizeable erection under control. I was then taken for an individual interview with one of the more senior managers of the company. 

I entered the room and was slightly surprised to be greeted by a young, maybe early-thirties, woman. Given the gender ratio of the interviewees and what I'd observed walking through the offices, I guess I'd been expecting a man. Immediately I was impressed by her; any woman who can hold her own and progress in such a male-dominated environment must have something about her. She was friendly but quite stern and introduced herself as Anna. She was dressed in a smart but sexy black dress, shiny black heels and I wondered whether she was wearing stockings or tights. Either way, they looked good.

As I'd guessed, she was very sharp - quick to pick up on any uncertainties in what I said and she listened in a manner that suggested she had a good ear for detail. The interview ran along fairly standard lines, I'd anticipated most of the questions and felt like I gave convincing answers to pretty much every question I was asked. Steph's exposed thighs and naughty smiles crossed my mind a few times, but Anna's professional and attentive manner helped me stay focussed on her questions and as we neared the end of our allotted hour I was feeling quite confident I'd done enough to secure the job. 

During the hour Anna's office had grown increasingly warm, clearly whoever operated the heating system had over-compensated for the cold weather outside and just before the end of the interview Anna asked if I'd mind her opening the window slightly for a few minutes. I said I didn't mind at all and got up to open it myself, but before I'd stood up properly Anna was on her way over to the window. She had a second desk over by the window and tried to lean over it to reach the window. Her dress rose slightly but it was clear she wasn't able to reach the window and she then surprised me by climbing up on to the desk on all fours to reach the window handle. As she did this her black dress rose further up the back of her thigh and answered my earlier question by exposing the elaborately lacy top of her stockings. 

Given her earlier professional manner I was caught off-guard by this sudden show. Anna hadn't given any indication of being interested in anything other than my ability to do an effective job at the company, but there was no way she couldn't know that her dress had ridden up. I felt myself harden again as my eyes lingered on her shapely ass. She was only there momentarily and as she got down she turned her head to look at me. I knew she'd caught me staring, but she didn't acknowledge it in any way and just sat down and finished off the interview with a few mundane questions. Once we were finished she stood up, smiled and shook my hand as she held my eyes. Her smile reassured me that either she didn't mind catching me looking, or that she'd decided to forget it.

The next day I was contacted and told that I'd got the job and that, so long as it suited me, my first day would be the 5th of January. I accepted the job, since the money was good and I liked the rural location of the office. I tried not to let how attractive I'd found Anna influence my decision and imagined that I probably wouldn't be interacting with her too much, given how senior she was in the company. Over the next few months I'd discover that Steph (who was also offered a job) was more than just a tease and my assumption that I wouldn't see much of Anna would be proved extremely and delightfully incorrect...



The Interview



I suppose I should start this from when I first noticed things were not going well at home. My Dad seemed to be spending more and more time at work and business trips involving nights away had become far more frequent.  I knew that his secretary accompanied him on these trips, but she always had, so that had never seemed to be all that significant to me at the time. While he was away there was just Mum, my little sister Joanne and me. Although Mum seemed distracted at these times, I just thought it was because she was missing him being there and having to make all the decisions about what happened in the family alone. 

I was in my final year at University when I first noticed that things were worse than I had realised. I suppose I had been too much wrapped up in my exams and hanging out with my friends until then, but one night I came home a little earlier than was usual. I had gone into town with Steve, my best friend, but getting off the bus he had tripped and hurt his arm. The bus driver called an ambulance and we were dispatched to the Hospital. Luckily nothing was broken, but he was still in a lot of pain, so after being fixed up at 'Casualty', we decided the evening was going nowhere and we took a taxi and came home. As I opened the front door I heard raised voices in the lounge. Mum and Dad were having a row. This was odd, because they very seldom rowed and certainly not in front of us children. I know I was out, but Joanne was in bed and she was a light sleeper. I looked up the stairs and she was sitting on the top step, crying. 

I must have still been in the 'taking charge' mode from helping Steve, and explaining to his parents what had happened, so I pushed open the door to the lounge and said loudly "Pack it in you two, you are upsetting Joanne." Then I went up the stairs, picked my sister up and put her back in bed. I stayed with her until Dad came up and took over. Joanne had always been a 'Daddies Little Princess' and as I felt I was no longer needed I went back downstairs.

Mum was in the kitchen and she made light of it, saying it was just one of those family things, all couples have rows but it had got a bit heated and they hadn't realised they had been so loud they had woken Joanne up. I could see she was still angry, but she hid her feelings well and that was the end of it. By morning everything seemed back to normal, but when Dad told us he was going to be away all the next week, I could feel the atmosphere in the room change. 

Things at home seemed to go back to normal, but looking back with the benefit of hindsight I can see now how quiet Mum was getting at these times, but I honestly can't say that I gave it too much thought at the time.

I think it was over that Christmas and New Year that I really noticed the change. Mum and Dad were hardly speaking by then and when they did the effort to keep things civil was obvious. It was as if the light had gone out of their relationship and what really worried me was that nobody was talking about it. For as long as I could remember, if we had a problem, we would sit down together and talk it out, but now everyone was retreating into their own corners and nothing was allowed to be mentioned. I did try to get them to talk about what I could feel was happening, but Dad just got angry. He said it was something he and Mum had to work out for themselves and none of my business. Mum just ran upstairs and locked herself in the bathroom.

During my final year at University, there had been a 'Recruitment Event' where companies looking for graduates made contact with possible candidates for positions they wished to fill. No concrete offers of jobs were made, it was all dependent on final grades, but useful initial contacts were made with possible future employers. 

Dad was away again when I was moving out of the house I had shared with four other students in my final year so Mum drove over and we cleared all of my things from my room into the back of her car. I sensed she was upset, but didn't want to say anything because whenever Dad was away on one of his business trips these days she was always a little touchy.

One of the other guys in the house bumped into her as she was carrying one of my bags out to the car and as he passed my door he looked into my room, where I was packing more things into a suitcase. "You're a dark horse" he said, "Where have you been hiding her? All that 'I'm here to work not play' and 'There's nobody special in my life' was just a bluff. No wonder you sloped off home at every opportunity. So! The girlfriend from back home finally shows up to help you move out. I don't blame you for keeping quiet about her though mate; she is a real 'honey'."

"Will you push off Dan" I laughed, "I'm sure my mother will be gratified to know you think she is a 'honey' although somehow I don't think my Dad would be quite so impressed."

"Your Mother? You have got to be joking" Dan gasped, "Honestly John I thought she was your girlfriend. She's really your Mother? – WOW!"

My results were even better than I had dared to hope for. I had gained an honours degree, passing out in the top 5% of my year. Graduation day arrived and the whole family came. For the first time in ages we felt like a family again. Dad and Mum were actually speaking to each other without the undercurrent of hostility that had been there for the last year. Even little Joanne seemed to want to be around her big brother, which didn't seem to happen very much these days, she was going through a stage of hating all boys, whoever they were. The only exception to this was Dad, who in her eyes could do no wrong. 

Contacting the companies from the recruitment fair I had very promising responses from three of them. The one I really hoped would be interested was a large international drug company in the North Midlands. Their letter was the last of the three positive ones to arrive. They wanted me to come up to their main research facility, where I would be the guest of their recruitment team for three days. The company would pay all of my expenses, including travel and accommodation. I would be shown around the research and production facilities so that I could get some idea of things they were working on, then assuming I was still interested in the position there would be a day of interviews and assessments. I could then expect to hear if I had been successful within two weeks, following the usual security checks and references. 

I telephoned the number on the letter and said I was very interested in applying for the position, and that I was available to attend whenever it suited them. The lady asked me to hold while she checked on available dates. When she came back she suggested a date a couple of weeks ahead. She also suggested that I arrive on the Sunday so that my tour of the facility could begin on the Monday morning. She said they would write to confirm the arrangements, and if I would keep all tickets and receipts, travel costs would be reimbursed when I arrived.

The letter of confirmation arrived in the post a couple of days later, with details about the hotel I had been booked into for four nights, to include the Sunday and Wednesday nights. The letter explained that Wednesday would be quite a full and stressful day, so suggested that I might like to stay the extra night and then travel home on the Thursday. 

When Dad read the letter he said that was very considerate of them, most firms would have booked accommodation for just the Monday and Tuesday nights. If they were being that considerate they must be fairly sure I had the expertise they were looking for. The letter gave some information about the company, the starting rates and grades in the research department; where they were hoping to employ me. He was really impressed with the salary package they were offering and said that it was plain, with that and such a long selection process, they were only interested in the absolute 'pick of the crop' of graduates.

I booked train tickets and Mum drove me to the station. Dad was packing for a four day business trip to France and couldn't spare the time. Mum was, as was usual these days when he was going away, rather quiet. I asked her if she was alright but she said it was nothing, just she was feeling her age as 'her little boy was flying the nest'. 

I hugged her and said "I'll be back on Thursday and if I get the job I will only be a couple of hours away by car. You can't get rid of me that easily, I am the bad penny that always turns up. Anyway" I said, tickling her ribs, which always made her smile, "What's all this feeling your age rubbish? Do you remember when we were clearing my things from my digs, when you were taking a bag to the car you nearly knocked one of my house mates down the steps?"

Mum looked puzzled, "I think so" she said.

"Well that was Dan" I told her, "You know, the one I told you about who has a new girl every week and all of them gorgeous. He thought you were my girlfriend and called me 'a dark horse' for keeping quiet about you. When I told him you were my mother he didn't believe me at first, then he just said 'Your mother – WOW!' You might be feeling your age but you certainly don't look it Mum, you are a very attractive lady and I'm not just saying that because you are my mum, it's a fact. Dan doesn't give out complements when talking about girls unless he really means them and he thought so too." 

"You've got your dad's gift for flattery" said Mum, smiling all over her face, "Just like him you could charm the birds out of the trees. Go on now, don't miss your train or I will have to drive you all the way there; because this is the only one today."

I didn't even think about it, it just came out. "Why don't you?" I said, "Joanne is having a sleepover tonight with Caroline. Dad is packing and will be going in about an hour anyway. I can phone him and tell him I missed my train, so you are driving me up to my hotel. Then we could have dinner together at the hotel. What else have you got to go home for? Is spending an evening alone in an empty house watching TV all that exciting? Come on, we don't spend enough time together these days and it would be really nice, just the two of us having dinner together."

I could see Mum was wavering. I think the comment about the empty house was making her seriously consider what I had suggested. 

"An hour, maybe an hour and a half and Dad will be gone until Friday" I said, "There's nothing you have to be here for. You can phone Caroline's Mum, let her know where you are going and she can ring you on your mobile if she needs you. Tell her the same as I tell Dad, I have missed my train and you are taking me up to Shropshire for my interview. She's looking after Joanne anyway tonight so it's not a problem. Come on, have an evening out with me and I'll buy you dinner."

"You know" said Mum, "I think I will. What have I go to rush back for? Your father doesn't give a damn if I am there or not and I am just going to be sitting in an empty house watching TV till I go to bed. Get back in the car, dinners on you, I could do with an evening out, I never go anywhere these days so let's do it."

As we pulled out of the station car park the train was just pulling in. I rang home and when Dad answered I told him we had been held up on the way to the station by the football traffic (which we had, not badly enough to cause me to miss the train but he wasn't to know that). I told him I had missed the train so Mum was going to drive me up to Shropshire. 

"I had to bribe her with the offer of dinner" I said jokingly, "But with Joanne at her friends tonight anyway, she would just have been sitting at home alone anyway. I would have been eating alone in the hotel as well, so I suggested if she drove me up there she could check in for the night and we could have dinner together. Then she can have a drink and she can drive back tomorrow."

After I hung up I set up the 'Sat-Nav' (avoiding the motorways) and said to Mum "There's no big rush.  Once we get clear of town if we keep our eyes open for a nice country pub, we can stop for a drink while you phone Caroline's mum. Then it's a pleasant drive up to Shropshire followed by a nice relaxing evening together."

"I hadn't agreed to stay overnight" Mum said, "But I admit it does sound like a good idea."

We had been driving for about 20 minutes when I spotted what looked like a lovely place for a drink. I pointed it out and Mum pulled into the car park. There was a nice open air area with tables, so Mum went to sit there while I went inside to get the drinks. Mum was driving so she had a fresh orange juice while I had a half of lager.  When I got back with the drinks Mum was just putting her phone away.

"Caroline's mother was fine" she said, "When I told her I was going to stay for dinner, she suggested I should stay overnight as well. She said the same as you did, that I could then relax with a drink at dinner and not have to worry about driving back until tomorrow. She said Joanne would be fine, they loved having her and she could stay with them as long as I wanted."

I was delighted. "It's the sensible thing to do" I said, "I just assumed you would stay because, after dinner it would be a bit late to start the drive home and anyway, you would still be going back to an empty house. Staying over at the hotel you can have a drink with your meal, we can have a pleasant evening and have breakfast together; then when you are ready to go home, take a nice leisurely drive back. 

"I have nothing with me for an overnight stay though" Mum said, "I have a few basics in my handbag but that is really only an emergency repair kit for my make up."

"That's not a problem" I said confidently, "We have already passed one out of town supermarket. The next one we see we can pop in and get whatever you need. It's only for one night and those places sell everything you are likely to need."

Finishing our drinks we drove on. Sure enough, Just over 10 miles up the road there was a retail park with a selection of shops. Mum led the way into an M&S and headed for the toiletries and makeup, while I wandered into the clothing section where there was quite a selection of ladies nightwear and lingerie, some of the things on display were very nice indeed. I was daydreaming about what they would look like with someone beautiful inside them when I was startled by a tap on my shoulder.

"A penny for your thoughts" Mum whispered into my ear, "Or maybe they are worth more than a penny" she said with a naughty grin on her face.

"They most certainly are" I said. I was quite certain I was blushing, "But those are private so they are priceless."

"We are looking for things for me, for an overnight stay, in case you have forgotten" she said with a giggle, handing me the car keys, "Go and sit in the car while I see what else they have which is suitable."

She was away a little longer than I expected and when she came back to the car she had a smile on her face. Opening the boot she put several M&S bags in, before getting back behind the wheel. 

"I think I have everything I need" she said, "But I would love to know what you were thinking about just now." She looked at me with a mischievous grin on her face, "I mean, if my little boy is developing an interest in ladies lingerie, perhaps I should know about it. You were quite engrossed, lost in your own thoughts looking at some very pretty but rather naughty things in there."

"I was just waiting for you" I said, "I hadn't really noticed the things on the display." I know it sounded lame, but it was the best I could think of at the time. 

Mum looked at me and giggled, "Oh Yes? Of course you were" she said, "But I have seen that look before. Your Dad used to have that same look in his eye when he came home with some very pretty, but not very practical presents for me." For a moment although the smile stayed on her lips; it slipped from her eyes. "He doesn't buy me things like that anymore though."

As we carried on towards Shropshire, the two things Mum had said began to come together in my head. "Your father doesn't give a damn if I am there or not" and "He doesn't buy me things like that anymore." They were obviously related and I thought I had a chance to find out what was going on.

"Mum" I said, "Can I ask you something? I have tried to understand what is happening between you and Dad, but when I mentioned it, you locked yourself in the bathroom and Dad got angry and said it was none of my business. It is my business because I care about you and it looks to me as if something is driving you apart. Will you tell me honestly what is going on? You said earlier he doesn't care if you are there or not and just now; that he doesn't buy you presents anymore. This sounds pretty serious to me, so don't you think that is something to do with me as well?" 

For some time Mum didn't answer, then she pulled off the road into a lay-by and stopped the engine. For a few moments she sat without speaking, then she said "There is no easy way to say this" she said, "So I am just going to say it. I think it's time it was brought out into the open and you knew what was going on anyway."

"I don't think you know your fathers secretary do you? Well your father definitely does. He knows her very well indeed because he has been having an affair with her for over a year now. The kind of presents I was talking about he now buys for her. Sales trips that involve nights away, he used to send other salesman to cover, he now does them himself and he always takes her with him. She is a very pretty girl and he keeps pictures of her on his phone. I found this one when he accidentally left his phone at home one day, but I had already realised what was going on anyway. There are even more on his computer." 

She handed me her phone where a picture on the display showed a pretty girl lying on a bed in just her underwear, smiling at the camera. "I transferred this one onto my phone to show my solicitor but there are many more. I have copies of them all. She looks so sweet doesn't she? As if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. One of the other photos shows that your father's erection certainly does; and her mouth isn't the only place it melts. I don't know where or when this one was taken, I assume it was during one of their 'Business' trips, but I don't expect those knickers stayed on for very long after he took it. That slut even lets him take photos of them when they are having sex."  

"So now you know" she said, "The reason for the atmosphere at home and why he won't discuss it. He is too embarrassed to tell you that he is a cheating rat. This is not the first time he has strayed either. I found out he was having sex with another woman from the office while I was pregnant with Joanne. I made him get rid of her when I found out. He swore it would never happen again." 

"Those two affairs are the only ones I can prove, but I am quite certain they are not the only times he has been unfaithful. With the first one; he said it was because he couldn't enjoy sex with me because I was pregnant." 

"I was pregnant with his child for God's sake. Then last week he finally told me that he wants a divorce. His secretary is expecting a baby and he says they want to get married. I wish her better luck with him than I had."

"His excuse this time was that it began because I wouldn't have sex with him anymore. But I stopped letting him have sex with me was because I found out he was sleeping with her and I refuse to play second fiddle to a cheap tart like her."

I was stunned. I had been so blind. All of the evidence had been staring me in the face and I couldn't see it. I reached across and put my arms around Mum, holding her and feeling her whole body shake as she cried into my shoulder.

As she got herself under control, I gently kissed her forehead. "Tonight we are going to forget about him" I said, "You are with me and are my date for the evening. You are beautiful and unless we tell them, no-one is ever going to believe you are my mother, so tonight I just want them to see us together and know I am the luckiest man in the town because you are with me."




The Interview



She looked into my eyes for a moment. "You really mean it don't you" she said, "You are not just being nice because I am upset; you really do think I am still an attractive woman."

"No" I said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, "I don't 'think' you are attractive, 'attractive' doesn't nearly do justice to how lovely you are.  You will probably be the most beautiful lady in the restaurant tonight. I am sorry if I have caused you pain by asking what was happening, but I really did need to know what was going on. Thank you for telling me, but now can we try to forget this, at least for tonight, and we can try to get back to, what was going to be, for me anyway, a lovely evening out with the most beautiful lady I know."

"Yes, let's forget it for tonight" Mum said, "But you may as well know that on Friday while I was out, I wasn't only shopping. I had an appointment with a solicitor as well. He can have his divorce, but not because he wants it, it's because I do. I am sick of his lies and his running around and I want out of this marriage, but it is going to cost him. When he learns just how much; I think he will wish he had kept it in his pants, especially as he is now going to have a new baby to provide for as well."

She started the car again and we continued on our journey. The mood was more sombre now, but I couldn't help noticing that when I had hugged her, Mum's dress, which was quite short anyway, had ridden up and it was now over half way up her thighs. She made one cursory attempt to pull it down but without success so it stayed there. By the time we were approaching our destination it had ridden even higher and I realised she was wearing a pair of stockings instead of her usual tights. I think stockings are so sexy; it was a real effort for me not to keep looking at her legs. Mum seemed more relaxed now that she had confided in me about what was going on at home and she seemed much happier. 

We parked in the hotel car park, which didn't look all that full. I was pleased to see I had been booked into a rather grand looking 4 Star hotel, and not one of those impersonal new 'Motel' type hotels that seem to be springing up everywhere. Mum made no attempt to open her door to get out of the car so I went around and opened the door for her. I did try not to look when she was getting out, honestly I did, but I am a man, with a man's instincts and desires, so the 'gentleman's reward' of a momentary flash of Bare thighs and panties as she swung her legs round was gratefully accepted. 

I got my case from the boot together with the bags of shopping Mum had bought when we had stopped. She had that naughty grin on her face again as she took her bags from me. "No peeping" she said, "That's a surprise." I must have gone red because she giggled and kissed me on the cheek.

At the hotel reception I checked in. The receptionist didn't comment about there being two of us when she checked us in, although I assumed the company would have only made a single booking for me. Mum asked what time dinner was served. The receptionist handed her the room key and said "Dinner is served from 6:30 until 9:00 Mrs Roberts. Your room is 211 on the 2nd floor. The lifts are to your left. A table has been booked in your name, but it seems that someone has slipped up because this is down as a single booking. The room is a double anyway, so that's not a problem, but dinner is only booked for one. I will check into what has happened." Then she said "There is a message for you Mr Roberts." She handed me a letter with the company logo on the envelope.

I was about to explain about Mum coming with me and ask for a second room but Mums hand on my arm stopped me. 

"There's no mistake" she said, "The booking is correct. It was a last minute decision for me to come, so please don't concern yourself. If you could just inform the restaurant there will be one extra for dinner and if it could be billed separately, together with any bar or other extras, we will settle the bill in the usual way before we leave. The receptionist then asked for and took a swipe of Mum's credit card and that was that. Mum took my arm and led me away from the desk towards the lift. As we waited for the lift I asked "Why didn't you book a room while we were there?"

"Let's get you settled in first" replied Mum, "We can worry about that later."

The room was spacious; with a double bed and a sofa-bed. It was really clean and bright with a proper en-suite bath room, with a shower over the bath not a shower cubicle. There was a desk and two chairs. The desk had power connections and a LAN port for direct connection to the internet as well as the 'Free Wi-Fi' option. I put my case on the stand provided and had begun to unpack when there was a knock at the door. Mum opened it and standing outside was a maid.  

"Sorry to disturb you Mrs Roberts" she said as she entered, "We were only expecting one guest so the room was only made up for a single person. You will require these." She put extra towels and pillows on the bed and an extra cup, with additional drinks beside the kettle. She then repositioned the pillows and put the towels in the bathroom. "I hope you enjoy your stay" she said as she left, closing the door behind her.

"I think they have made certain assumptions about our relationship John" said Mum, "Perhaps it would be simpler if we didn't try to explain about needing another room. I'm sure you can put up with us sharing for one night."

My mind was going round in circles, with most of my thoughts definitely headed towards the gutter. "Of course, if that's alright with you" I said, "I can sleep on this" indicating the sofa-bed, "You can have the bed."

"Thank you John" she said, but that mischievous grin was back on her face, "A gentleman to the last .... Ummm! Well almost a gentleman anyway, your father would never have been caught looking as I got out of the car."

I must have been as red as a beetroot. She had spotted me looking up her dress as she got out of the car, but now I was totally confused. She didn't seem at all concerned, she was smiling and those giggles made me think she wasn't at all upset I had sneaked that look up her dress. She obviously knew how far her skirt had ridden up and she had waited for me to open her door. I began to wonder if that view of her panties had not been entirely accidental. It almost seemed as if, with her divorce looming, she was testing how much teasing she was comfortable with. Was she using being here with me to check out how far she should now go before she said 'Stop'? 

"I'm sorry Mum" I said, "I honestly didn't mean to look but when you were getting out of the car I couldn't help myself."

She hugged me, "I would have been more concerned if you hadn't looked" she said, "With the amount of leg I was showing, I would have been worried you might be gay if you hadn't. Especially as you say you don't find me completely repulsive." She hugged me and chuckled "You must admit John, you were studying that lingerie very carefully and at least I now know I'm not too old to arouse some interest from a man."

"There is one thing though" Mum said, "We have been booked into a double room, which I don't think they would have done if they had realised I am your mother." She giggled again, "They probably think you are my 'Toy Boy'. Perhaps while we are here it would prevent embarrassment if you stop calling me 'Mum'. You know my Christian name, so from now on I think you should use it. Try to remember I am Sarah, not 'Mum' ok?" 

"If you think that would be best M.... Sarah" I said as I stepped back a little. The closeness of our bodies, with the added intimacy of using her Christian name was sending my fantasies into overdrive and the resultant 'natural response' was about to become little embarrassing. Once again that naughty little giggle told me she was not unaware of my condition..  

Leaving the room we took a tour to see the facilities available at the hotel. Mum [Sorry] Sarah, was very impressed. There was a spa with beauty and massage treatments available at what I thought were very reasonable prices, well for a place like this anyway. There was a gymnasium and a large indoor pool, with a hot tub, which the sign said was free to hotel residents. The company had certainly not 'penny pinched' on my accommodation for these few days. 

"This is very nice indeed" she said when we wound up in the bar for a drink. "I am tempted to stay for the whole time you are here, and then I could drive you home again on Thursday. I can't though; I have to get back for Joanne. It's a shame; I could really do with a few days being pampered in a place like this. As you have noticed, life at home has been quite stressful for some time. It would be lovely to be able to relax." I nodded my agreement and as it was a lovely evening; suggested we take one of the tables outside on the terrace.

Once she was seated I asked her what she would like to drink. I was a bit surprised when she asked for a double brandy with one cube of ice. I hadn't expected that as she didn't usually drink very much, but if that was what she wanted, who was I to say she couldn't have it? 

While I was at the bar an idea began to form and the more I thought about it the better I liked it. When I put our drinks down on the table I excused myself and went through the bar towards reception, as if I was going to the toilets. Once I was out of Mums sight I took out my phone and dialled Caroline's mother's number. 

When she answered, after identifying myself I asked if she could do me a huge favour. I asked if there was any chance Joanne could stay with them for a few extra days. I explained that where I had been booked into was not just a hotel but a Health Spa as well, and that as Mum had been rather stressed out recently she could do with a break. 

I said, "She could really do with a few days away to relax and feel pampered. As she is already here and this place looks the ideal place for her to do that, I thought it would be lovely if she could stay and relax for these few days and we could then drive back together on Thursday. I know it's a bit of a cheek, but would it be possible for Joanne to stay with you until we get back?"

I heard her call the girls and put it to them and from the excited reaction I could tell there was no objection from them. 

"Well" Caroline's Mum said when she came back to me, "They seem to think it's a good idea, and if nothing else Joanne will keep Caroline busy so I can get on with the jobs around the house that I have to do. I love having her here anyway, so it sounds to me like a win-win situation all round. Of course she can stay. You tell Sarah I said she is to have a great time and I will want a full report of all she got up to when she gets back." I thanked her and promised to phone as soon as we got home.

Hanging up the phone I returned to the bar terrace, where I saw that Mum was no longer sitting alone. In my short absence a man had joined her and was making what to me looked like a determined attempt at picking her up. I drew back my chair and as I sat down I said, "Sorry to have been so long Sarah, who is your friend?"

"This is Peter" she said, "He was kind enough to offer me dinner tonight, but I told him I was already spoken for. Peter, this is John, we are here together."

Peter looked a little embarrassed. We exchanged the usual pleasantries and then he excused himself and left, looking a little disappointed.

"I don't know" I said, "I leave you for two minutes and when I return you are surrounded by admirers. What more proof do you need that you can still attract male interest, you certainly attracted Peter and he looked very interested." 

Mum grinned, "He was wasn't he" she said, "But he's not really my type, I've already got one just like him. A businessman who, as soon as he gets out of sight of his home, forgets where his responsibilities lie and starts to think with what's in his trousers. I certainly don't need another with the same inclinations."

"Good for you" I said, "Anyway forget him, I have just been speaking to Caroline's Mum" I said, "It's all arranged, Joanne can stay with them until we get home so there is no reason you can't stay here and take advantage of the facilities for the few days we will be here. I will be away during the day, but you can shop for anything extra that you need, I expect you will need a swimming costume and a few extra clothes and while you are out shopping, you could get me a pair of trunks too. Then we can relax in that hot tub together. Book a massage, avail yourself whatever treatments you want, use the pool and the hot tub. Caroline's Mum says she wants a full report when you get home, but she said you are to have a great time, relax and enjoy yourself for a few days so I think you should put it all on your credit card, Dad can afford it." 

Mum looked at me without speaking for almost a minute. Then she said, "But I can't stay, I have an appointment with my solicitor on Wednesday morning."

"Well, phone them and re-schedule it for Friday" I said, "You are the one paying for his time so he is working for you; not you working for him. You said yourself how nice this place is and I think you will feel so much better after three whole days being pampered and cosseted here. What's to stop you? One phone call in the morning to re-schedule an appointment and what else do you have to rush home for? Joanne is with her best friend for an extra couple of nights, which they sounded really excited about. Caroline's Mum is happy to look after them and she thinks it's a good idea too. You will still be home before Dad gets back from Paris, but what if you are not? What if you have stayed over with me at this very nice Spa and Hotel in Shropshire? He's just had a week in Paris with his secretary. Remember, he thinks I missed my train because of heavy traffic, so you drove me all the way up here for my interviews. The hotel is lovely with a Spa and everything, there is no-one at home so instead of sitting at home in an empty house; you decide to stay here for a short break and we then travel back home together. He can't say anything about that, can he? Everything is covered and you have only yourself to please, so why not?"

"But four nights away together, sharing a room as well" said Mum, "What would people say?" 

"We are 100 miles away from home and anyone who knows us" I said, "So unless we tell them we shared a room; who is going to know? When I spoke to Caroline's Mum, she never mentioned the room because she would automatically assume we would have booked into separate rooms. If the situation was reversed would you think to ask her where she slept? Of course not! When we checked in, you told the hotel we would settle the additional 'extras' on 'our bill when we check out' so logically they expect you are going to be staying for four nights anyway. Did they seem bothered about that? Of course they're not. No more than the hotel Dad checks into with his secretary will be bothered about them. They arrive and check in as a couple, pay the bill and check out as a couple just like we and thousands of other hotel guests do every day. As far as the hotel is concerned, as long as they are discreet, whatever happens between a couple in private is their own affair."

As soon as I said it I could have kicked myself. I realised I had equated us sharing a room with what Dad and his secretary were doing. For four nights, we would be sharing a room too just like they were, although I didn't expect we would be amusing ourselves in the same way as them because our situation was completely different. Reminding Mum, other than doing that; just like they were, we were going to be sharing a room, could be the thing that decided her to ask for her own room. I didn't think she would leave and drive home tonight, because she had already had a drink, but I really wanted her; not only to stay, but to stay in my room with me. I almost held my breath as I waited for her response.

For a few moments Mum didn't speak. Then she held out her glass "I think you had better get me another one of these" she said. I nodded and took the glass to the bar and ordered another double brandy for her and a half of lager for myself. I could see she was weighing up her options as I sat back down. She was gazing off into empty space, her thoughts elsewhere. Then she seemed to make a decision. Her eyes re-focussed and she looked at me. "You are right of course" she said, "Unless we tell them, who would know?"

She took a drink of her brandy. Then she said, "You are here for an important interview which is crucial to your future. I am just taking advantage of the opportunity to have a few days away in a beautiful Spa, relaxing." For a moment she looked almost unsure of what she was about to say, then she continued, "You have an important few days ahead, I can rest during the day but you are going to need a proper night's sleep so you are not sleeping on that couch. The room was booked for you; so you are having the bed. I hadn't thought through how us sharing a room would be compared to your Dad and his secretary, but I can see how it would look to anyone else, so if I am going to stay with you in your room, this must be kept strictly between us, it is never to be mentioned to anyone. Are we agreed?"

I couldn't believe it, she was going to stay, "We are agreed" I replied.

"Well then" said Mum, "As long as that is firmly understood I think I would really like to stay." 

I noticed Peter had re-entered the bar, but he was no longer alone. He was with another lady, who I thought was probably a little too young for him, but she seemed quite content with his company. He went to the bar and ordered drinks and they were soon deeply engrossed in their conversation. I grinned at mum, "I think your conquest has found someone else to accompany him to dinner." 

She looked across at them, "She's welcome to him" she said, then she giggled, "We all have to make a living where we can." Then she looked at me and said with a grin, "I think there are some lemon slices on that bar. Can I suggest you get a few and suck the juices from them?" 

I was puzzled "Why should I do that?" I asked.

"It might at least wipe that silly smile off your face" she said with a giggle. Then she blushed, "And you can put those naughty thoughts about what your Dad is doing in France right out of your head young man, I am not your secretary."

"Mum! I never for a moment ..." I began, forgetting for that moment I was not to call her Mum, before that mischievous grin and chuckle made me realise she was teasing me again. I looked around but no-one had heard my slip, so no harm was done, although Mum's raised eyebrow told me she had noticed. "Sorry" I said, "I will be more careful." Then I bent down and placed a quick kiss on her lips, "But there is no way I am letting you sleep on that couch. Either I sleep there or we share the bed. It's alright; I'll put the bolster from the couch down the middle so your virtue will be safe."

Mum giggled and then she did a very theatrical 'disappointed pout', "You're just a spoilsport" she said, picking up her glass and taking another sip. She winked at me as she studied the contents of her glass, "This stuff definitely softens the edges of perception and eases the conscience. If you had told me at breakfast this morning that before dinner I would be 100 miles from home and I was going to spend the next four nights sleeping with my rather handsome 22 year old son, I would have told you that you were mad." She giggled and took another sip of her drink. "But I think that is what I have just agreed to. This stuff does some very odd things to a girl's sense of what is respectable and acceptable. With that in mind, perhaps I should be a little more forgiving when I think about your father's secretary. A couple of these definitely change the rules and moves the goalposts further apart. Maybe it had a similar effect on her legs."




The Interview



I leaned over and gently took the glass from her hand. "I think that your goalposts have been moved quite far enough for one day" I said, "I don't want to be accused of taking advantage of you when you have been drinking."

Her naughty grin faded and I couldn't help but notice her knees moved a little apart as she leaned forward and I had another momentary glimpse of her panties. Taking my hands in hers; she looked straight into my eyes and said, "If I can take that as a promise, perhaps it would be better if I stayed sober, then no-one will be able to accuse you of that."

I couldn't believe I had really heard what she had just said. As the implications sunk in I was genuinely shocked. "M ....." I was about to say 'Mum', when her finger touched my lips to silence me.

Suddenly all pretence of being slightly drunk had gone. "Mum isn't here" she whispered, "She is 100 miles away and you are here with Sarah." Her eyes held mine as she smiled and continued, speaking quietly. "In case you didn't notice, I allowed my skirt to ride up far more than was decent as we drove here. I then waited for you to open the car door for me, to make sure you could get a good look up my dress, which, if you need me to remind you, is where you have just looked again. What colour panties am I wearing John?"

I gulped and whispered "White M... sorry, I mean Sarah."

"So you did notice then" she said, smiling, "John, I know you have a 'thing' about ladies in stockings so I bought these hold-up stockings, took off my tights and put them on in the changing room at that M&S store. Why didn't I ask for a second room when we checked in? I know that places like this don't do single rooms so I knew that when we got to your room it would be a double. When the maid brought the extra pillows and towels, did I tell her they wouldn't be needed because I intended getting my own room?"

"No Sarah" I said quietly. 

"Did I ask her to make up the sofa bed for one of us to sleep on?

I took a big drink emptying my glass of lager. My throat had suddenly gone very dry. "No, you didn't" I said. 

"I am not completely naive John" she said, "That just confirmed what the hotel staff expected, we would both be sleeping in the bed. We would be sleeping there together. Sleeping together, in a double room, with only that double bed made up for use. Why would they have assumed that John? What relationship do they think exists between us?"

"They assume that we are lovers" I whispered, hardly daring to think what I had just said.

"Good boy" she said, "I was beginning to wonder if you would ever figure it out. Now, as we explored the facilities I mentioned several times how nice the hotel was, that the Spa looked very good indeed and how much I would like to stay here with you. At last the penny dropped and you did what I had been hinting you should do ever since we arrived, you popped out to phone Jenny, that's Caroline's mum. Doing that one thing not only made it possible for me to stay, but confirmed what I already knew, that you wanted me to. I didn't exactly put up very much of an argument against it, did I?"

"No Sarah" I said.

"I had already decided to reschedule my appointment, but the suggestion had to come from you, it sounded so much better that way. I told you that your Dad is sleeping with his secretary and wants a divorce, but I didn't object when you made the obvious comparison between them sharing a room and a bed and us doing the same. I knew you wouldn't let me sleep on that couch and even told you that you mustn't think about what Dad would be doing with his secretary in their bed, which almost guaranteed that you couldn't help but be thinking about it. Good grief son, I even told you that I haven't had sex for over a year." 

"I am not blind; I have seen the way you look at me when you think no-one is watching. How, when no one else is around, you always find some reason to be as close to me as you can get, how you use any excuse to put your arm around me or hold my hand. Your father has been so wrapped up in his own affair that he hasn't noticed, but I have John. At first I thought it was something you would grow out of, but if anything it seems to be getting even more intense." 

"I have been dropping huge hints ever since we arrived that if you made an approach you would not be rejected. When you told me that you found me attractive I thought 'at last he is going to admit how he feels about me', but every 'Come On' I sent out, you blushed and ignored. I can't think what more I can do. The only way I could put out a bigger 'WELCOME' mat for you than I already have, is to do what I am going to do now."

"Your agreement that our arrangements this week are never to be discussed with anyone else is still binding. I consider this conversation to be part of that agreement. If it is ever spoken about to anyone else I will deny it ever took place." 

"Time is not on my side, we are only here for four nights and all my hints don't seem to be working very well, so I think it best if I lay my cards on the table.  Just so there is no misunderstanding I will spell it out for you. For the past year I have been having a torrid affair with my washing machine on the spin cycle and I actually need something better than that. I don't want or need another cheating, lying rat like your father, so that 'Peter' had no chance at all. I could quite easily find someone like him at any time if that was what I wanted, but I don't. What I do want, more than anything else I can think of right now, is for you to get into that bed beside me tonight and to hold me. Heaven help me, but the fact is, the one I really want is you." 

"Now, it's not too late for me to go to reception and ask for another room, but you gave me the impression you were quite happy for us to share that room. A room which, may I remind you, has just one double bed in it. There is no need for you to put that bolster in the bed between us because if you get into that bed beside me tonight, I will tell you now if you do it will end up on the floor." 

"I am now going up to the room to tidy up and get ready for dinner. If you want the sleeping arrangements I have just outlined, to be how we sleep for the next four nights; you have 30 minutes to come up to the room. If you do, I want you to knock three times on the door and wait."

"If this is not what you want to happen, I will accept that I have misread the situation and I will meet up with you back here in the bar and we will go in to dinner together. There is no need for embarrassment, when I come back to the bar I will have already been to reception, checked myself into another room, and this conversation never took place." 

She took a quick look around and then she stood up. She adjusted her skirt, deliberately giving me another lovely view of her stocking tops and panties as she did so, then she smoothed down her dress, leaned down and kissed me. She whispered, "I do love you John, much more than I really should. I know what I have suggested is considered very wrong, but we both know it does happen and, heaven help me, I would love it to happen between us. I am not drunk, I am fully aware of what I am suggesting. So now you know my feelings, but it takes two and this has to be your choice. If you don't want this, just stay here. This conversation never happened and it will never be mentioned ever again."

As she straightened up and stepped back I came up out of my chair and stood before her. Looking directly into her eyes, I gently took hold of her upper arms, firmly guided her back to her chair and sat her down. My right hand slid down her arm and took hold of her left hand, while with my left hand I slid her glass, which still had some brandy in it, across the table, replacing it in front of her. "It would be such a shame to waste this, wouldn't it" I said. Then, without taking my eyes from hers I went down onto one knee and kissed the back of her hand, which I was still holding in my right. Then, with my eyes gazing in adoration into hers, I slowly clenched my left fist and gently, but quite deliberately, knocked three times on the table.

Mum just sat for a moment and stared at me. "Are you sure?" she asked, "You do realise what a huge step I am suggesting here?"

I took a deep breath. "You have laid your cards on the table and told me what you would like to happen between us" I said, "Please stay for a few more minutes and let me do the same."

I got to my feet and returned to my seat, facing her. "When you sent me out of M&S today, yes, I was looking at that lingerie and I was daydreaming" I said. "The thoughts you offered me a penny for you can now have for free. I was imagining how much more beautiful those things would look if you were wearing them. Since long before I went to University, every girl I have ever met or gone out with, I have compared to you. While I was at University I was approached by several of the male students and one of the lecturers as well, all hoping to have a sexual relationship with me. They thought I was gay because I appeared to have no interest at all in girls. I politely refused them and explained away my apparent lack of interest by saying 'This course is about my future and I need to concentrate on that for now, there will be plenty of time for girls after I graduate'. The real reason for that apparent lack of interest in any of the girls around me was, quite simply, none of those girls could even hold a candle to you. My ideal woman is you. It has always been you. I think you are perfect."

"Mum! Just being in the same room as you makes me feel good. Good about life, good about everything, because to me you are everything. I was trapped, I love you, but how could I tell you that? You are my mother and still married to my father. You're completely out of my reach. Even watching you from afar was a huge risk because how I felt about you must have showed and if anyone noticed I was sure I would be sent away. Just being near to you and not be able to touch you is sometimes like torture for me, but not to be allowed to be anywhere near you at all would be a thousand times worse."

"For the last year I have been aware that things have not been right between you and Dad and they appeared to be getting worse. Today you told me the reason for that and that you are going to divorce him. Have you any idea how that piece of information has completely messed up my head and my emotions. Yes, I love Dad too, but that love is nothing like what I feel for you. What I cannot understand is why he would do what he has been doing. He holds the greatest prize in the world in his hands and he is walking away from her; and for what? For a pretty piece of skirt that wants him now, but will probably want someone else in a couple of year's time. He must be - No! He is a fool. In his place it would have taken a team of wild horses to tear me, kicking and screaming in chains, from your side." 

"On the drive here I had to force myself not to keep staring at your thighs. When you were getting out of the car I had to hold onto the door because my knees almost gave way when your legs opened and I saw your panties. Ever since we arrived I have been silently begging you, in my head, not to get a separate room, to stay with me in mine. Even though I never dared to hope what you have just said could ever happen. Sleep on that couch? I would sleep on the floor at the foot of your bed, or even in the bath if it meant you would just stay there in the same room with me."

"You ask if I am sure? Only in my dreams have I even dared to hope there could be some kind of future for me with you. In the past, when the longing for you has become more than I could bear, I have locked myself in the bathroom and inhaled your special perfume from the used underwear you had left in the laundry basket, just so that, for those few moments, I could pretend that I was close to you, holding you in my arms." 

Even as I said it I realised how creepy that sounded, but I was beyond being embarrassed, she had to know how I felt about her. 

I continued, "Yes, I did see those signals, every single one of them, but what if you were just teasing me? What if I had taken you in my arms and told you how I felt and those signals hadn't really been saying what I didn't dare to hope they were?  Sarah! - Mum! - My love! I think you can say with absolute certainty. YES!  I am sure. I have never been more sure of anything in my whole life."

Sarah looked at me without speaking for what seemed like an age. Then she pushed away the glass "I don't think I want to finish that" she said, "I think we should go up to our room and get ready for dinner, don't you? This has been something of an eventful day and I have a feeling that after dinner; we might both feel like an early night."

I was shaking as I picked up the glass of brandy and said, "If you're sure you don't want it, I think, after all that, I need something to steady my nerves."

A word of warning here, to anyone out there who is, like me, more accustomed to drinking lager than spirits. Knocking back a double measure of neat brandy in one gulp is not the same as knocking back the same amount of lager. 

Mum almost fell out of her chair laughing as the spirit hit the back of my throat and took all of the breath out of my body. I will draw a veil over my embarrassment, but I assure you, it was not the urbane, sophisticated moment that I had envisaged when I picked up that glass.

She was still chuckling when we got to the lift. I pressed the button for the 2nd floor and as the doors closed Mum put her arms around my neck and we had our first real lovers kiss. The elderly couple waiting for the lift on the 2nd floor looked surprised to find us still like that when the doors opened. Mum giggled as we stepped out of the lift, still holding my hand. "Sorry" she said to the lady, "We were married yesterday afternoon and last night was spent in the airport, waiting for a standby seat, because our flight had been cancelled. Some sort of security alert, so they can stuff Florida, we're stopping here."

As our room door closed behind us I took her in my arms. "Mrs Roberts" I said, "You are a very naughty lady. Fancy you telling that poor old couple lies like that."

"Aren't I though Mr Roberts" she replied as her hands began to undo my trousers, "But I can be much naughtier than that. Dinner can wait for a few minutes; there is something I want to check up on here first."

We did make it to dinner, although it was more like 8:15 than 6:30. Sarah's 'check' didn't take very long, but I had some 'checks' of my own I desperately wanted to make. I can confirm that her juices taste much sweeter when warm and fresh from source; than when dried onto a piece of cloth. Her response to me finding that out; confirmed that she had been waiting for someone to do that to her for quite a bit longer than she had found comfortable. Of course, there were other checks I wanted to make .......... Purely in the interests of accuracy you understand. Well I had to be absolutely sure that things fitted together well, so it only seemed reasonable for me to check .... twice! Well, I am, after all, a scientist. All results have to be verified and confirmed. 

Luckily there was a clean, dry, face cloth in my wash bag. When folded three times and placed in those very pretty, lacy white panties, at least she wasn't leaking onto the floor as we entered the dining room.

As we went down in the lift Sarah suggested I take the smile from my face. I did try, but for some unknown reason it just wouldn't stay away. Perhaps it was because I couldn't help wondering how Dad was getting on in Paris. I was willing to bet it wasn't as well as I was doing in Shropshire. He could keep his 20 year old pregnant secretary. What his affair with that secretary had cost him was now mine, his loss was definitely my gain and I had a lot of time to make up.

Part way through our main course Mum said she was going to go into town to do some shopping in the morning. Then she leaned close to me and whispered "There are three more nights after tonight and if you intend to continue at the rate you've started, I had better buy at least a dozen or you are going to run out. I also need a good chemist. I think I had better look for a 'morning after' pill, or after your earlier exertions, you might be getting a little brother or sister and how would I explain that to your father? When we get back I think I had better have a word with our doctor as well, about going back on more reliable protection."

Now it was my turn to tease, "Only a dozen" I said, "Do you feel a headache coming on dear? Never mind, I noticed there is a vending machine in the 'Gents', so I will pick up some extras for tonight. Mind you, that 'more reliable protection' is a good idea, I would love to see the look on Dads face when after four nights away with me; those little strips of pills suddenly re-appear on the bathroom shelf. Do you think he will make the connection?"

Mum thought for a few seconds and then she said "Maybe the bathroom isn't such a good place to keep them. Maybe in my underwear drawer would be more discreet; I don't want Joanne asking what they are and why I need them. I told your Dad last week he had better make arrangements to find himself somewhere else to stay. He said he is going to sort it out when he gets back from Paris. They are going to need somewhere bigger than that little flat she has when the baby arrives, anyway."

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In case you are interested. Sarah and I are still very much an item. I did get that job and we moved to a nice cottage in a lovely village not too far from where I work. Joanne still misses her Dad a bit, but she sees him two weekends a month. The 'love of his life' was very keen for them to be married before the baby was born but luckily for Dad, the divorce hadn't been made absolute in time. The real irony of this was, his ex secretary must have been seeing someone else whenever Dad wasn't around, because when her baby arrived, while it was a beautiful baby girl, she did have quite a noticeable "sun tan". Even though it wasn't really necessary, a DNA test proved that Dad was not the father of her baby after all. All I can say is "Nice one Dad! You really did well choosing to go with her, didn't you? Anyway, thanks for everything." As we relaxed in bed together one Sunday morning when Joanne was away visiting him, Sarah said "He's made his bed, now he can lie on it; I'm not taking him back." 

Of course, we live together quite openly. Sarah is a divorced mother, living with her son, who works at the big research establishment just outside town and her daughter. I overheard two women talking in the local shop and one of them, said "He's such a nice boy and he really loves his mother." If only she knew how true that was and how much, not to mention how often, I really do love her. We chuckled about that for weeks.

Those two weekends a month are the only times we can really be together, but that's OK. We do get some intimate little moments together when Joanne is out. I don't think Joanne knows anything and we both want to keep it that way, but she is a very bright girl, so how long we can keep it from her is a question neither of us can answer. At least she no longer hates boys, I think it's Robin who is in favour at the moment. 

When Mum had 'that talk' with her, she told her that she wasn't to do anything stupid and ruin her life, but knowing that 'boys will be boys' Mum had her put on 'the pill' just in case. Joanne did ask why Mum still takes those same pills, because, as she mentioned, Mum never goes out on dates with men. Mum told her it was to do with controlling her monthly cycle. 

Sometimes when Joanne looks at me I wonder if she suspects. Since she walked in on us one evening when Sarah had fallen asleep in my arms on the sofa, she seems to make a lot more noise than strictly necessary when unlocking and opening the door, but unless she actually asks we are saying nothing. All villages are hotbeds of gossip, so our doctor, who is a very understanding lady, puts the prescriptions for their contraceptive pills on separate forms and Mum collects those from the big chemist in town, not the little one in the village. 




The Interview



I have come for a job interview. The offices are massive, modern and right in the heart of London. The company is called CDE Publishing Ltd, their email said that they produce magazines and periodicals, but I am not entirely sure what kind. I searched on Goggle for more information about them but could not find anything and their website was exclusively for paying members only. I feel a bit at a disadvantage, but conclude that anyone who comes for a job here will feel the same.

I sit in the reception area waiting to be called in and the young man behind the desk keeps catching my eye. He is very handsome and I smile nervously at him. He returns my smile, yet there is an expression in his eyes that I do not recognise. His attention is making me a little uncomfortable. I wring my hands together to stop them from shaking. I really need this job. I have been sending out my C.V., letters and emails for 18 months now, and this is the first interview I have been invited to. My credit card bill has got so high and my bank balance so low, that I dare not even open the letters they send me anymore. I'm desperate.

The phone on the young man's desk rings and he answers it. I look the other way; I would hate him to think I was listening in on his conversation. "Mr Davis and Mr Campbell, will see you now," he announces, snapping me back from my day-dream. "Third door on the left." He points a manicured index finger down a long, wide corridor.

I thank him, stand and head off in the direction he indicated. I'm conscious of him watching me as I walk towards the door. I can feel his gaze burn into my back. I am almost glad when I reach my destination, I am eager to be out of his line-of-sight. I knock on the heavy door and a deep voice behind it bids me to enter.

I open the door and step inside a spacious, plush office. Two men are sitting behind a huge wooden desk at the far end of the room. The air is cooler in here, but I can still feel that my panic is causing my skin to flush. 

"Good morning," the blonde man on the right greets me, "Please, do come and take a seat. Can we get you anything, tea, coffee, water?"

"No, thank you," I splutter. Lowering my gaze I walk as quickly as I can over the deep, cream carpet.

I reach the desk and sit in the vacant seat in front of it, only then do I raise my eyes and look at the men sitting behind it. Both of them are incredibly handsome. They are older than I am, possibly thirty, and they look very important and distinguished. I am instantly attracted to them equally. Both men are wearing crisp white shirts and blue ties; they smile coolly at me but do not utter a single word.

In the few moments of silence, I feel very self-conscious and shuffle nervously in the chair, I want to bite my lip to stop it trembling, but I know I cannot. I muster all my strength, and will my body to be still.

"Are you okay Miss Bowen?" the blonde man on the right asks. 

"Yes, sorry," I spurt, "I'm just a little nervous. I have not had an interview in such a long time. I will be okay." The fact that I am able to string a sentence together steadies me. I sense my body relax instantly, I can talk and therefore I am in with a chance of getting the job.

"Good," the brown haired man on the left says firmly. "I am Robert Davis and this is my associate David Campbell. You got our email, detailing the position, salary, working hours and holidays?"

"Yes," I smile. I cannot help look at his eyes, they are the clearest blue I have ever seen. 

"And, these are acceptable for you?" He smiles, and I drop my eyes, immediately. I'm excruciatingly aware that I have been staring at him.

"Yes Mr Davis," I stammer, beyond embarrassment.

"Good. But please call me Robert. We were very impressed with your C.V. and grateful that you attached a picture. You are just the right kind of person we are looking for here at CDE Publishing."

His words are like music to my ears. After so many rejections, I am astounded that someone would even consider giving me a job, it does not feel real. I feel myself blush, but it is relief and not anxiety that brings the colour to my cheeks.

"Do you think that the hours and pay would be acceptable?" David asks.

"Yes." I have been struggling for so long on benefits; I can hardly believe someone is almost offering me a salary.

"Good," Robert interjects, "and you are aware of what we do here at CDE?"

Suddenly I'm lost for words, "I know that you are a publishing house," I offer weakly.

"Well, that's a good start," Robert continues smiling broadly. "Do you know what kind of material we publish?"

"No," I answer, feeling the job slipping through my fingers.

"Good," Dave states. 

I look across at him, confused. "If you knew then we are not doing our job properly," he explains. 

"Oh." I'm not sure what to say, and only realise I have made a sound when it reaches my ears.

"Allow me to enlighten you, Miss Bowen," Robert begins. "Here at CDE we publish material of a highly erotic nature. Our members pay a fee to be part of this organisation, and as such, we allow them to a certain extent, to direct what we do and where we go with our material. Do you understand?"

I hear the words, yet I have a hard time filtering them in my head, "So you publish pornography?" I ask for clarification.

"In a word, yes," Dave answers, "but, not just your usual pornography, we cater to our members needs. Does this make a difference to your application? We would understand if you do not wish to progress."

I search my feelings, I'm not shocked but I am skint, and with the very real prospect of losing my flat looming, I am left with no choice.

"No. It makes no difference to my application." I state confidently.

"Great," Dave says, rising from his chair. "But there is one thing," he adds as he walks towards the window on his left.

"Yes?" I trill, excited by the job offer. I watch him, eagerly waiting for an answer as he walks towards the window, the sunlight steams through his cotton shirt revealing a muscular toned body underneath.

"We never employ a female that we can't fuck." His back is now to me, yet it feels like he has just slapped me around the face."

"What?" I gasp dumbfounded.

There is a drumming sound, I locate the source and find it is Robert strumming his fingers on the table, "We own CDE," he states, looking at me directly, "and as such, we own our staff whilst they work here. It is a highly sexually charged environment, and we need to ensure that our needs are met." He takes his hands off the table. The noise stops.

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out.

"Look, Miss Bowen, we have products to test and positions to try, and we need to do it here. This is the way that our members like it," he continues, holding my gaze with those clear blue eyes.

"Are you asking me to prostitute myself?" I gasp.

"No, we are not paying you for sex. We are paying you a salary. As our Personal Assistant, what that entails on a day-to-day basis will vary, but sex will be part of that. If what we produce does not turn us on, then it's not working. But, we can't be turned on all day; we both have work to do. Do you see our problem?" Robert raises a questioning eyebrow but does not pause for an answer. "Of course, if you do not want the job, then we perfectly understand. We are sure that we can find someone else for the position and wish you luck in your search for employment." He sits back in his chair and lifts his hands, placing them on the back of his neck he leers at me. I understand perfectly. If I don't agree to this I leave with nothing.

I'm stunned, everything has changed so fast, "No, I still want the job," My mouth blurts before my mind has had a chance to process all the information.

Robert nods slowly and Dave turns around to face me. I feel tense under their scrutiny. The mood in the room shifts, and although I am warm it brings goose-bumps to the surface of my skin.

"We are glad to hear that Miss Bowen," Dave utters, walking towards me whilst undoing his neck tie, "but, I think that we would like to put you to the test first."

Everything stops cold dead as his words filter through my understanding and after a second I fully comprehend their meaning. My pulse races, I cannot believe that this is really happening. My heart is beating so violently in my chest; I fear my ribs will crack. I can feel both men watching me, as if to gauge my reaction to their proposition. I study my hands, dig my fingernails into my palms and desperately try to cover all my options. I find I have none. Unless I want to go back to live with my parents, broke, a failure and try to build a new life, this is the only choice I have. 

I raise my head and look Robert directly in his clear, blue eyes; seemingly able to read my thoughts, he smiles warmly.

"Good, I am glad to see we have come to an agreement," he purrs, as he too begins to loosen his tie. "Come around here, so that I can see you better," he orders. Instantly his voice changes, the tone is thicker, but the words are sharper.

My legs shake when rise to stand. Gingerly I wobble around to his side of the desk. I can hear Dave, although I dare not look at him, I know that he too is approaching the desk. Robert pushes his chair back, granting me room to stand in front of him. I can feel his eyes on me. Dave has stopped moving; I hear a thud behind me and guess that he has shifted the chair I had been sitting in. My mouth is dry, I swallow but it only seems to make it worse. I'm so thirsty and light headed with nerves that I am not sure that I can actually go through with this. The desire to bolt out through the door is so intense, it takes me all my strength not to move my feet. 

I can hear Robert's breathing; I am now so close to him. I am trapped between the desk and the man in front of me. 

"Good," he croons, his eyes looking up and down my body, "now take off your blouse."

I knew it was coming, but I still have difficulty believing that this is happening. My trembling hands undo my buttons and my navy blouse opens at the front, revealing a black bra. I pull the top off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor at my feet. Robert looks me up and down, a broad grin on my face. I know he likes what he sees; he's biting his lip with anticipation.

"Now the bra," he drawls, enjoying my discomfort. I reach behind my back and unclip my bra, stake the straps from my shoulders and throw it at his feet. He licks his bottom lip as he casts his eyes over my breasts. I feel my nipples harden, and I am embarrassed at their physical display of my arousal.

"Well, I knew we liked your photo, but I must say Miss Bowen, you are far better in the flesh."

He reaches forward and places his hands on my knees; they do not stay there for long, but make their way up my legs and under my skirt. When he reaches my stocking tops he stops and pulls his hands away. His touch is electric; I am allowing a total stranger to handle me, and I'm flabbergasted. I like it.

I can hear Dave behind me. His breathing is deep, he sounds very excited, "I told you, that she is just what we are looking for," he announces, moving his weight from one foot to the other. 

The hunger in the room is infectious and the tension so deliciously acute, that I feel myself becoming seduced by the thrill of it. Goose-bumps rise on my flesh, but this time it is not the cold, nor my nerves that has summoned them.

Robert holds me in his gaze, and unzips his trousers. Shuffling he pulls them down around his knees, his cock now freed, springs out into the air. My eyes dart between his face and his shaft, I swallow, but this time my mouth is wet.

"Now, Miss Bowen, suck on this," he bids, a definite challenge darkens his eyes and a cruel smile bends his mouth.

I answer "Yes Sir," and sink to my knees in front of his big leather chair. He has the biggest and hardest cock I have ever seen, and I can't wait to hold it. When I take his cock in my hands and stroke it, I feel him quiver to my touch.

As I close my lips around him I feel him twitch and his buttocks tense. Every muscle in his body clenches. I suck a little at the head, teasing it with my expert tongue, before I push my face into him, taking as much of him as I can into my mouth. He reaches forward and grabs my breasts in his hand, and then his fingers find my nipple and squeeze them hard. I moan with pleasure, as he pinches and tweaks my buds. His actions urge me on, as my own sexual excitement grows. I suck hard on his cock; his shaft is huge and hits the back of my throat before I'm half way down. I slowly pull away, holding him between my lips, stretching him with my mouth. 

"What's she like?" I hear Dave ask from behind me.

"Oh she's good, she's very good." Robert gasps.

Urged on by their words I bend forward and plunge his cock into my mouth again; it's warm and wet from my saliva. I gently run my tongue along the groove making him twitch with pleasure. With my right hand I stroke his balls and squeezed them gently and ever so slowly.

"Oh, yes," he moans. "I like that."

I feel him grow even more at the mercy of my velvet tongue. I continue to tease his head and punctuate it with deep-throated thrusts. I'm excited by the thought that Dave is watching, that he wants this too. My actions are making Dave hard in his pants and now his cock is desperate for my attention also. I'm getting lost in the act, in the whole scenario, and I know that I could not stop now, even if I wanted to.

I run my tongue around head of Robert's swollen shaft; I can feel how close he is to climax; his skin tingles under my tongue as the blood fizzes through his veins. Then suddenly he grabs the hair on the back of my head and pulls my head away

"Stand up," he orders.

I do, but my eyes keep snapping back to his now glistening cock. 

"Now hitch up that skirt," he croons.

I take the hem of my skirt in my hands and pull it up around my waist, revealing black panties and suspenders. I feel my clit twitch as my eyes track his to my crotch. He bites his lip. 

"Step forward," he commands.

I move towards him, he reaches behind me and unbuttons my skirt. 

"Let go," he bids, sitting back to watch me.

I open my hands and the fabric brushes against my thighs as my skirt falls from my body. 

Leaning forward he grabs my buttocks and pulls me closer to him. He clips his thumbs under the straps of my panties and tugs them down my legs. When they reach my knees I lift my right leg and step out of them. The knickers glide down my left leg and rest around my ankle.

"Very nice," he breathes, "very nice indeed." His cock flinches as he speaks and I feel my pussy throb in response. He sits back and spins his chair around to the right by 90 degrees. "Now, come over here, get down on your knees and finish what you started," he orders. 

I step over my skirt and kick my panties free and walk towards him. Behind me I can hear Dave moving, closing the distance between us. I stand in front of Robert and allow him to see the whole of me, the delicious seconds I keep him waiting are intoxicating, for those briefest of moments I feel like I have all the power. "Don't keep me waiting," he warns, joggling his cock.

I drop to the carpet between Robert's feet. As I lean forward to grab his cock in my right hand, I feel Dave move behind me. Between my legs now, he places his hands on my hips and forces my legs further apart with his knees. I take hold of the chair handle with my left hand to steady myself. 

Bending over I take Robert's eager cock into my open mouth and Dave slides his cock into my pussy. I moan with pleasure as my muscles stretch, and my pussy convulses around Dave's shaft. His fingers dig into my hips and I know that this is going to be a vigorous ride. Reaching forward with his right hand he finds my clit and rubs. His touch is electric and shocks of pleasure bolt through my body. He presses his fingers down flat and firm against my clit and starts to frig me as he moves his cock in and out of me.

I seal my lips around Robert's shaft and moan, holding him at the base; I start to fuck him with my mouth. I am as hungry to please him now, as I am for my own pleasure. Robert reaches forward and grabs my left nipple with his right hand; he pinches hard and rolls my bud between his fingers and thumb. The pain is quick and deliciously sharp. He shifts his position slightly and pays the right nipple the same compliment. His hand now moves quickly between both my nipples, squeezing, tweaking and tugging them in turn. Flashes of sexual ecstasy jerk through my body from my breasts to my clit and I quicken my attention on his cock. Taking him in deeper, I feel him pushing at the back of my throat. He is close to climax, I can taste him, I can feel the hot blood coursing through his shaft as I lick and suck him with relish. 

Behind me, Dave rams his cock deep in and out of me, jolting my body forward with every thrust. "You have the perfect little pussy," he groans, "nice and tight and juicy as hell." His words excite me and I grind against him, matching him stroke for stroke. My head bobs in rhythm as the three of us become one. I move my hand off the base of Robert's cock and cup his balls, his cock swells as I squeeze gently, and I hear his breathing change as he readies himself to accept his climax. Crushing my right nipple, he groans in abandon as his body spasms and he ejaculates into my mouth. I swallow and take my mouth away from his now spent cock as the mix of pleasure and pain jolts through my body curling my toes. The charge ricochet's through my sex, shuddering my womb and electrifying my clit. I am lost. As the tsunami of pleasure crashes through me I feel every muscle lock and quiver on release. I cry out as Dave sinks his fingers into the soft flesh of my hips and spurts his spunk deep into me.

I'm quivering and panting when I rest my forehead on Robert's thigh. I only hope I have done enough to secure the job.



The Interview



Looking back I have no regrets. In fact, I don't think my husband would have any either. After all, the job's mine and I'll be earning more than he does, so in a sense I'll be wearing the trousers - at least for the first couple of years or so of our marriage. Except, of course, I won't actually be wearing any trousers at all in this job - or panties for that matter. Michael made it clear that he expects me to follow the dress code he described in my interview, and to be pantie-less whenever I was in his presence.

It started nine months ago. Gerry and I had long agreed we'd get married that weekend, and even though it was really just a small affair at the Lutheran chapel in his home town with about twelve people in attendance, we decided not to cancel when his expedition came through three months ahead of expectations and he learned he'd be leaving for Bolivia the morning after our wedding. He'd be gone for three months, and we thought about postponing the wedding, but it really didn't seem to make sense to do so. Instead we spoke about how great it was that all the permissions had come through at long last and that his team could finally get on with what they had trained for and complete what would be groundbreaking scientific research into high altitude cereal yields. There were some big players backing this project with serious money, and we knew how much potential this trip had to make a difference to people in the real world. We joked that we'd still have out wedding night - and at that point we were still even thinking that I might be able to fly out to La Paz sometime in the first couple of weeks and join him before the team left for the remote interior where I would not be allowed to follow. 

So that bright March morning we went ahead and got married anyway. Gerry got drunk at the reception and passed out on the bed in our hotel room, I slept on the couch and I waved him off the following day at the airport a virgin bride. Well, of course that's not entirely true. We'd had sex before we got married - a few times in fact, and I'd had three lovers before I met Gerry (and one after), but I found myself thinking of myself as pure because even two weeks after my wedding I had yet to feel what married sex was like. Little was I to know that my first experience of that was about to come - and it would have little to do with Gerry!

The first shock was opening the mail about four days after Gerry had flown. He'd Skyped from his team base in La Paz to confirm everything had gone well and that he would try to Skype me a few more times before they left for the mountains, but he'd said nothing about how he'd maxed out our credit card. I was to find out in the coming months that in order to get the go ahead from the Bolivian government he'd had to pay a few people off. Apparently there was a Chinese expedition lined up to go in their place unless certain sums were relayed to certain people in the Bolivian government whose signatures were required on papers. Nothing too unusual for Latin America, but it left us £10,000 under, and with no savings. I realised I was going to have to get a job to make ends meet for the next three months.

I'd trained as a librarian and had some waitressing experience but the only answer I got from my first round of applications came from a law firm. I figured they had got me mixed up with another candidate because I certainly had no training as a legal secretary, which was what the job seemed to be. However, when the letter came offering me a first class return train fare to London and a night at the renowned Hazlitt Hotel as part of the interview package, I figured why not go for it? I could enjoy their hospitality, fail the interview and go back with a good tale to tell - and a five star hotel dinner instead of a supermarket meal-for-one! 

I duly accepted the offer of an interview and on 2nd April took the train to London, arriving at the Mayfair offices of the law firm around 1 PM. I was ushered to a plush waiting area by a receptionist who looked like a model from L'Oreal, and I was asked to wait for Mr. Kellmann, the guy who would be interviewing me.

I sat nervously and practised what I would say. My story would be that I was here expecting to be interviewed as a researcher, and that my CV must have got mixed up with the pile of legal secretaries. I fidgeted as I waited and hoped I wasn't perspiring. It wasn't too hot but I hadn't worn my outfit before and I was afraid my blouse left gaps through which my lace bra could be seen unless I got my posture absolutely right. I had on a beautiful Mitsuko jacket that I'd bought on a whim the previous year for £2,000 after I got an unexpected tax break. I'd only worn it twice before and I knew I looked great in it. The rest of my outfit was designed to look like a suit even though all the items were bought separately. The white silk Dior blouse went well with the deep purple Gucci skirt, and the jacket had three or four tiny purple flowers embroidered into its lapels that seemed to match the skirt's colour so that worked well. I'd bought new black sheer stockings from Coco de Mer's online store the week before, and since the page where you pay had had one of those "Customers who bought this also liked..." features, I'd thought why not and bought the black silk panties that went with it. The bra had been lovely too but I couldn't wear a black bra under a white silk blouse, so I'd decided to wear a white one Gerry had pick out for me in Victoria's Secrets catalogue the previous Christmas. I knew I looked great, but I still felt a little stiff and awkward, so it was a relief when after only seven minutes or so I was called through.

"Mrs. Brabanti, please come though and sit down," said Michael Kellmann. He waved me to a seat in front of his desk and sat not behind his desk but on it, looking down at me with what were obviously approving eyes. He had my CV in his hand. I could see he had removed the photograph I'd glued onto it.

"So, you'd like to work for Kellmann and Giles, would you?" he continued. "Can you tell me a little bit about yourself and why you think you'd be a good candidate for one of our positions?"

He had a kind voice and I noticed his eyes for the first time. Intelligent, blue eyes with a hint of steel behind them but twinkling still. He was probably about forty-five - say twenty-one years older than me. He wore a wedding ring and a light blue-grey suit with an expensive Italian silk tie. I found myself thinking how much easier it was to talk to a man I found attractive and I loosened up a little as I answered some rubbish I'd rehearsed about law being such a fascinating arena and how I hoped to gain as much as I contributed. I was conscious of my blouse gaping again as I leaned forward at one point and made a concerted effort to sit back, but it was hard because the chair's back seemed to be further back than I had thought. I eventually managed to shift back so that the small of my back was resting against it. My feet were almost off the floor though, and I couldn't tell if my skirt was letting me down.

Michael decided to move too and pulled up a chair to settle right in front of me. I found myself lost for a second in his amazing eyes and, embarrassingly, had to ask him to repeat his next question. He glanced down at his notes but I saw his eyes flash to my legs and realised with a shock that my skirt was tight across my lap which meant he had a clear view of my panties. I moved my legs together and he smiled and redirected his eyes to mine.

"Well, Mrs. Brabanti," he went on.

"Oh, please call me Emma," I said.

"Thank you Mrs. Brabanti, but I rather prefer to remind myself that you are a married woman," he said. "If that's alright with you" he added hurriedly.

"Yes, of course," I said. Then I found myself going on "Although, some days these past few weeks I haven't really felt like one."

Michael looked puzzled. Then that warm smile came back and he asked me what I meant. I told him about Gerry being away for three months and how he'd left the morning after our wedding.

"Wow, that's too bad." Michael sympathised. "But you had a nice wedding? Was it a large affair?"

I don't know why but I found myself drawn in. "Actually, no. Not very many people. Enough friends of Gerry's to ensure he got completely drunk, but not enough of mine to stop him." I laughed wryly and Michael smiled. 

"I understand." he said. "So let's talk about this job. Maybe I can make some amends for the next few months when you're without Gerry. I take it you'd have no objection to making the odd business trip with me? I would need my PA to be at hand at irregular hours. It would seem you'd fit the bill nicely. You're free of commitments for the foreseeable future, I don't have to undo any of those silly habits legal secretaries seem to acquire at business school, you're willing to learn, you smart, attractive ... and married - so I won't have to worry about the appearance of impropriety accompanying our trips away together. If you're happy with a starting salary of £58,000 I think we can do a deal. I just have one more question."

My head was spinning. That was a lot of information to take in. But it sounded like I'd got the job after all - and with a salary far in excess of what I'd predicted. Moreover,it seemed Mr. Kellmann had already accounted for my complete lack of experience - and even made a positive out of it. I was relieved I wouldn't have to persist with the lie! Most of all, I had a job! And it was as PA to a man I had already begun to like. 

"Wow!" was all I could think to say. "Er that sounds great. What's the question?"

He smiled and leaned forward. His face was a foot from mine. 

"For the past twenty minutes, Mrs. Brabanti you've been kind enough to be flashing your panties at me. I may be a married man, but I'm still human. You're a very attractive woman and my job offer is not, shall we say, entirely because I admire your academic qualifications." He glanced between my legs which I realised I had kept open all the way through this disclosure. 

"Those panties you're wearing. I'm thinking they're Coco de Mer, but they could be Stella McCartney. Which are they?"

My interview smile had frozen on my face, but his eyes remained calm and his question actually sounded logical and genuine.

"Coco de Mer," I replied, scarcely knowing why I was even replying to such a question but with a disturbing knowledge that I was beginning to get moist. Could this man be turning me on? And during a job interview?!

"Wonderful," he said. "I'm going to give you £2000 in cash right now and on your way back to your hotel please stop by at their boutique in Monmouth Street and buy yourself twenty more pairs. Dinner is on me tonight at the Hazlitt and I want you to wear that skirt with no panties underneath. You may wear the stockings and please do wear your wedding ring, but if you want this job you will wear no panties in my presence from now on. Is that clear?"

My head was spinning. I hadn't expected this question in all my practices for the interview. But his smile was seductive and I found myself nodding. I also noticed that my legs had remained parted slightly and I was definitely now becoming wet. 

"My god," I thought to myself. "I actually think I'm going to cum!"

I didn't, of course. I managed to hold it together, and I left the office with £2000 in cash to spend on lingerie, which it turns out in Coco de Mer barely gets you twenty pairs of panties. However, I was careful to dress as Michael had instructed that evening, and at 8 o'clock I was in the restaurant waiting for him in a new silk blouse, the same purple skirt, wedding ring, black stockings and no panties. I'd ditched the bra too since I'd decided if I was going to go to these lengths to please my new boss, I may as well be comfortable.

He wasn't very late and we walked to the table together as soon as he appeared. The maitre d' evidently knew him and we were promptly shown to the best table in the restaurant, a subtly-lit corner table; very discreet. Michael held my hand as he guided me into my seat and as he took his seat opposite his hand glided to my knee and stroked upwards towards my thigh. "Did you buy yourself something pretty?" he asked.

I nodded. "But I'm not wearing them," I assured him.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to prove that, Mrs, Brabanti," he said. And he bent down as if to tie his shoelace. 

My heart beat faster as I parted my legs. Although I couldn't see him, it felt deliciously wicked to know that another man, not my husband was gazing at my pussy. I started to get wet and imagined Michael's hands working their way up my thighs.

Dinner passed pleasantly enough. When our main course was cleared away he moved seats and sat next to me rather than opposite. His hands continued to wander and I decided to let them. Any pretence that I was a formal PA was, after all, ridiculous, but I found I didn't mind. I had missed more than Gerry's sense of humour and good company over the past few weeks and the prospect of being fucked by my new boss that night in this sumptuous hotel was distinctly exciting.

We finished dinner by sharing a dessert as neither of us felt we could manage one on our own. As it happened, though, I ate almost all of it - a creme brulee that Michael spooned into my mouth as I sat next to him with one leg draped over his and felt his free warm hand under the table stroking my thigh.

He took me to my room and looked around approvingly. He must have seen the Coco de Mer boxes on the dresser but his only thought was to have me strip for him which I did. Gerry was a million miles away by now. I knew Michael must have done this before with other married women but I didn't mind. A signed contract for a fixed term of one year - with an option to extend for a further year if I met all conditions, was in my bag. £2,000 worth of amazing lingerie was in boxes on my dresser and I was naked except for my wedding ring and about to be fucked by my new boss - the first fuck of my married life.

He grabbed my hair and scrunched it up behind my head kissing me deeply on the mouth. His fingers pinched my nipples and his other hand spread my thighs. He stroked my cunt a few times but I was so wet I couldn't have made it any more obvious I wanted him. He dropped his trousers and pants but kept his other clothes on. I felt the crispness of his shirt and tie on my breasts as he pressed down on me. Slowly his cock inched its way up my cunt until when he was fully inside me I squeezed his ass and he started to pump me. We kissed a few more times but I couldn't hold it any longer and I spasmed into an intense orgasm that seemed to last a full minute.

I kissed him hungrily and he pinched my nipples again while I gasped and bit my tongue. The pain was mixed in with the post-orgasmic pleasure such that I hardly knew what to do with myself. Eventually, his thrusting became more intense and I felt him shudder as he spurted warm sticky cum into my cunt. I pulled him tighter to me and we kissed again and lay there for ten minutes catching our breath.

When he pulled out, what seemed like a pint of his cum leaked out. I wasn't taking any precautions, and I knew there was a chance I would be pregnant but somehow it didn't matter - and it hasn't changed the way we have fucked in any of our subsequent nights together.

So what of Gerry? Well, he gets back tomorrow night. I will spend the day fucking Michael at his home while his wife is away at their house in the south of France. At 7 o'clock, Michael will drive me to Heathrow and I will greet Gerry off his flight. We will stay at the airport for a quick bite and at 8:15 I will excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I will meet Michael in the Executive Suite and fuck him one more time in the executive washroom before taking a taxi home with Gerry. This is a specific request from Michael. He wants to fuck me after I have seen Gerry. I totally get that it's a possession thing and I'm OK with that.

Gerry will want his virgin bride to lose her "marriage virginity" with him tomorrow night - and I'll grant him that wish. But Gerry's cock will be lubricated by Michael's hour-old cum every inch of the way inside my cunt. It excites me to know that.

And a week from tomorrow I'm off to Geneva with Michael for an extended business trip. I don't pretend I'll be any success as a legal PA. All I know is I'll be pantie-less, and eager to extend my career as my boss's whore.



The Interview



I wore my old army fatigue jacket to the interview. It was for a temp job and I was already in a bad mood ever since I'd gotten demoted. I thought, "What the hell..." I really hadn't expected to pass the initial job screening, but somehow, here I was, so even if I bombed out now...

They told me at work it wasn't because of anything I did that I'd been pushed down the ladder. They said it was 'cause of downsizing and I was taking the place of somebody who had been laid off. That may have been partly true, but the real reason I wasn't the one gone was because I was their best designer. They couldn't afford to lose my background, experience, and skill and take the chance that I might end up with a competitor. And then later, things really got bad. Everyone was being laid off and even the design jobs disappeared. I figured I'd better lay low and stay put as long as I could and see what shakes out. Problem was it left me short of cash and long on time.

So, here I am at this temp agency interviewing for this part-time, temp job to help maintain my somewhat extravagant life style. And that's O.K. I like living good and if I have to help myself along a little during the lean times, so be it. It won't last forever – I told myself.

The agency front office was almost sterile with hard surfaced floors, uncomfortable furniture, harsh lighting, and magazines that were meant to be ignored. I walked up to the reception desk, introduced myself, and was politely asked to take a seat.

During the 20 minutes I sat there waiting, two people entered the waiting area from the back office through the single door to the left of the receptionist and each of them immediately left without so much as an acknowledgement to anyone. Three more job seekers showed up, and just as I did, checked in with the receptionist and sat down.

I noticed that it was quiet in the reception/waiting room. There was no elevator music or water bubbling over rocks. I thought that was a little odd. The other people waiting were busy on their smart phones which emitted occasional beeps causing their user to smile.

The receptionist called my name. I looked up and she was looking at me. She asked me to go back to the first room on the right. I got up, walked over to the door, and opened it. It opened into a barren hall with two doors on one side and three on the other. I walked through the door, down the hall, and entered the first room on the right.

Behind a medium-sized desk was a woman who was having an animated phone conversation. As I entered, she stood up and looked at me with a somewhat surprised look. Then, still talking on the phone, she motioned me to come in and pointed to a chair sitting in front of her desk. I walked over and sat down.

She continued to look at me as she talked on the phone. She was waving her hand in the air emphasizing what she was saying while all the time looking me over. So I did the same to her.

She was medium height with brown hair just past her shoulders. She kept tossing her head to keep a strand of hair off her face. She wore glasses that accentuated her face. She had a classic face, not too narrow, with prominent features that were set off by her anger or excitement – I couldn't tell which – of her phone conversation. She stepped to the side and forcibly shoved her chair under her desk with a thud and stepped behind it. As she did, her considerable chest swayed noticeably under her light blue, button-down blouse. She wore some sort of skirt from what I could tell and her hips were large and well proportioned. She turned her back to me and said something into the phone. She listened, then said something louder. Then she turned around and slammed the handset down on the phone.

Obviously perturbed, she pulled her chair out, sat down, and began fumbling through some files on her desk. In a minute her breathing had slowed and she had calmed down enough and looked up at me.

"Hello," she said pleasantly with the standard "greet-clients-warmly" smile. "You must be Bret." She rose from her chair, leaned over the desk, and extended her right hand toward me. "I'm Stephanie."

As she leaned over, the front of her blouse draped down to reveal a significant cleavage. I was looking at this as I stood up, refocused on her eyes, grabbed her hand, and said, "Hello, Stephanie. I'm glad to meet you, but I'm not Bret." I held her hand for one count longer than necessary, then released it.

"You're not?" she replied somewhat flustered. She sat back down and began shuffling files again.

"No, I'm not," I said hesitating slightly before telling her my name. "I'm Kurt. Most people call me Tank, so if you're looking for my folder, it could be under either name. Last name is Rush, as in 'hurry along'."

She glanced up at me as she continued to look for my folder. "I'm sorry, Kurt, er... Ah... Tank. This has been a hectic morning. And then I had that phone call. Sorry to have bothered you with that."

"That's O.K. Boyfriends or husbands can be exasperating sometimes."

"Ah... Boyfriend. How'd you know?" she confessed and then inquired.

"Well, some of us can read body language," I answered as my eyes drifted down to her chest.

She dropped her gaze back to her desktop and I could tell she was a little bit bothered by what I said and what I did. I wasn't pushing things; I was here to land a temp job. At the same time, I tried to take advantage of every opportunity that came along. Well, then again, maybe I was pushing it.

"Ah... Here we go," she said finally. "Kurt Rush." Then she added with a grin,"...As in 'hurry along'."

She stood up and said, "Let's sit over here," and motioned to two larger, more comfortably looking chairs at the side of the room. The chairs faced each other with a plain coffee table between them. When she stepped out from behind the desk, I saw she was wearing a long, calf-length skirt with a floral design. She sat down in one chair and I sat in the other. She placed my file on the coffee table, leaned back, and with both hands pulled her skirt up between her legs as a lot of women do when they sit with those long skirts or dresses.

She looked at me, smiled, and asked, "Where did you get the name 'Tank'?"

"In the army," I answered as I began my standard answer to that question. I went on to tell her that I was a tank squadron leader, the number of men and equipment I was in charge of, and some of my experiences in combat. "That's how I got the name 'Tank'," I finished.

She seemed to be mesmerized by my story as she was staring at me the whole time I was talking. Maybe the combination of my name and my fatigue jacket affected her. Whatever it was, when I was done, she just stared at me without speaking.

After a moment I asked "O.K. What's next?"

"Uh... What? Oh, yeah," she replied and she looked at her watch somewhat flustered. "Gee, it's almost lunch time. Let's finish the interview over lunch. Are you free for lunch? Can we do this?"

As she looked at me she began fidgeting with the top button of her blouse and it seemed as if her breathing had increased slightly.

"Well, I don't know...," I started to answer.

"Oh, it's O.K. I do this all the time. It makes more efficient use of my time and lunch time is a good time to get to know applicants...," she said and then added "...Better."

I wasn't sure what to make of this, but I decided to find out. Besides it was lunch time and everyone needs to eat. I didn't want to fail the interview.

"O.K." I said.

"Good. I'll check out on the computer and then we can go. We'll take my car," she said as she got up and went back to her desk. A few keystrokes on the keyboard and a couple of button pushes on her phone, then she said, "O.K. let's go." She stood up, grabbed her purse and said "We'll go out the back."

I followed her down the hall and out the back door to a small parking area.

"That's me over there," she said to me as she pointed to a small SUV and walked toward it. We got in and she turned on the A/C full blast. "I love the hot weather, but I love the cool air blowing on me," she said as we backed out and left the parking lot.

We had an easy conversation as she took us to a place she said she goes to often. She said it was a take-out, but the food was great. Traffic was light and we were there in a short time. She parked, we got out of her car, and went inside to another blast of cold air.

"God, that feels good, doesn't it?" she asked. "Going from hot to cold, cold to hot. It kind of gets you going, doesn't it?"

"Sure," I agreed with her, not wanting to say anything to fail the interview.

We ordered, got our drinks, and as we left she handed me the keys and said, "Here. You drive," and she walked directly to the passenger side and got in.

I got in the driver's side. "Give me your drink and your bag," she ordered impatiently, and put my drink in the cup holder next to hers and the bag on the floor at her feet.

"Where're we going?" I asked.

"My place. We'll finish the interview at my place. Take a right out of here," she replied speaking faster. Then she added,"...And hurry."

I eased back onto the street and she began to feed me directions. After the second turn I could see she was getting agitated. All of a sudden she removed her shoes and put both feet up on the dash. She pulled her dress up above her knees so the cold air from the A/C was blowing right between her legs. She leaned her head back on the headrest and let out an "Ahhhhh... Mmmmmmm... That feels soooooo good," as she told me where to turn next.

By the time we got to her place, her dress was up to mid-thigh and her panties were on the floor of the car. I could tell the interview was going to get better. I pulled up and stopped.

"You take the drinks," she ordered as she picked up the lunch bags. "Follow me."

Food was about the last thing on my mind, but I grabbed the cups, got out and followed her as she walked up to the south side of a neat, little duplex. She opened the door and entered in front of me leaving the door open. I followed and kicked the door closed. There was a small kitchen area on the right and I put the drinks down on the counter.

"Follow me," she said again as she walked down a short hallway and turned into a room. I followed.

She was standing in front of her bed fumbling with the clasp on her skirt. She looked me straight in the eye. "Damnit, Tank! Hurry!" She stepped out of her skirt. Her puffy pussy lips peeked out from between her legs.

Not wanting to fail the interview, I began to take off my shirt and unbuckle my pants. She was working the buttons of her blouse. She tore it off, reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, and threw it on the floor, too. She flopped on her back on the bed, spread her legs, and began to play with her pussy.

I was ready.

"Just fuck me," she ordered again.

It was an understatement to say the sight was inviting. Her brown hair was splayed out on the bed. She had a look of anguish and need on her face. Her tits were like two sentinels framing her face. Her legs were bent at the knees with her knees almost touching the bed on each side of her. I could see her pussy glisten as she continued to play with herself.

I didn't want to screw up the interview, so I decided it was best to follow orders and fuck her. I got between her legs and she immediately grabbed my cock with both hands. She guided it right into her sopping pussy.

"Uhhh... Uhhh... Uhhh...," she moaned as she began to rock and rotate her hips. In no time we were fucking like we had been doing it for years. She was hollering and pulling and pushing on me to get farther inside her. I was kissing her face and her tits, and trying to hold out until she was done... I didn't want to fail the interview.

She raised her legs up and I put my arms under her knees. I pushed them back so they were on each side of her head and began to assault her pussy with a vengeance.

"Oh, fuck! Yes!" she cried as I pounded her hard. With every thrust my balls would slap against her and her tits would shake back and forth. She was so wet that it almost sounded like water splashing each time I reached bottom.

She was bent in half with her pussy in the air and I was holding her down as I continued to hammer her cunt. We established a rhythm where I would slam into her full stroke and she would grunt and say, "Fuck! Yes!"

After a while I felt I was getting close, but didn't want to blow the interview. I started taking dirty to her and her intensity picked up. She started breathing harder and gasping with her mouth wide open trying to get enough air. Finally I said, "Come hard, you fuckin' slut!"

That did it. She groaned and her body lurched hard even though I had her pinned to the bed. She began to flail her arms, pounding the bed. She jerked and shook and kept moaning, trying to catch her breath.

I didn't let up. If I thought her cunt was sloppy before, it now became a river. The squishing and splashing sounds became even louder as I punished her cunt. As she was coming down I continued to slam into her, "Splat... Splat... Splat..."

"Uh... Uh... Uh...," I grunted as I finally dumped my load. She was so sloppy she probably wouldn't even notice the extra cum I had added.

After a minute I backed out and let her knees loose. She put her legs down with her elbows bent and her arms over her eyes. I rose up and looked her over. There was about a 12 inch circle of wet on the bed covers. Her pussy was red and swollen and still dripping. Her breathing had slowed, but was still ragged and her mouth was open. Her tits were still stunning and proud. I moved off her, my wet cock leaving a trail across her leg. I sat up on the bed next to her.

"I like your interview technique," I said as I pushed some more and moved over her with my cock and balls above her face.

"Clean me up," I ordered, taking full advantage of the situation.

She immediately began to lick my cock and balls clean. She was looking at me as she took each of my balls into her mouth and tongued them clean. She licked all the juices off my cock and engulfed it with her mouth as it began to stiffen. Before long she was bobbing her head on my cock as she played with my balls. With one hand I pulled her head against me and my cock slid down her throat. When she gagged I let her up, then slammed her head against me again. I was in sort of a trance as over and over again, I brutally fucked her throat.

Then I was coming with my cock down her throat. I could feel her swallow spurt after spurt. She was still sucking hard as I pulled out of her mouth.

"You really are a fuckin' slut!" I complimented. She just licked her lips.

"Did your boyfriend piss you off that much? Or do you fuck everybody you take out to lunch? Did I pass the interview?"

"Uh, huh."



The Interview



This is meant to be a short idiotic story. Please don't expect it to be more than that. Short and idiotic. And sex too of course.

*** *** ***

The Interview

*** *** ***

"Your 4 o'clock interview is here." 

Jay looked up at his admin, Tracy, whom had just spoken and nodded. He really did not want to do this interview. He had already decided who to hire. The perfect candidate had been in two days before. They had discussed numbers and now it was just up to the paperwork. 

The next interviewee stood no chance. He had pre-read her resume and she was vastly under qualified for the position with no real work experience. He had only agreed to see her as an ill-conceived favor. She was his ex-wife Karen's step-daughter Sally. In other words, she was the daughter of the bastard his former wife had cheated with. Karen and that rat had both been married and left their respective spouses to marry each other. The rat was a bit older and had offered a more stable middle class lifestyle to Karen than Jay could at the time. Jay had been struggling to start a business so the finances had been strained. 

Losing your gorgeous 25 year-old wife to a 40 year old guy with a 12 year old daughter hurt in more ways than one. It still stung a little, even if it was 10 years ago. Now, he somehow got roped into interviewing the guy's 12 year old daughter who somehow had found time to become 22 years old and a recent college grad. It did not seem like enough time had passed for that to have happened.

Jay was only following through to help give Sally some experience at being interviewed. Maybe it would help her land a job on her own. He has nothing against Sally, she always seemed like a nice girl during their brief encounters, Jay only hated her asshole parents. 

Three years after Karen had left Jay and he had moved on emotionally, Jay's business had finally taken off and he started to make good money. His ex and her new husband decided to sue him for an adjustment to the divorce settlement. They argued that she had been around during the company's founding and had not gotten properly compensated when Jay had bought her half during the divorce; he was accused of fraudulently understating the value of the business. They wanted 50% equity in the company. It had been a long and bitter fight that ended in Jay writing a not so insignificant settlement check. It had cost him everything he had and then some to keep the company. He was only now fully recovering financially from the episode. This is what Jay hated them for.  

Sally was okay in his eyes. She had acted as an intermediary at times. She would drive between the two homes and interact with him civilly. She was a good kid caught in a tough spot. When she turned 16, in an act of rebellion just after getting her drivers license, she had returned his CDs and DVDs that his wife had purloined when she had left. They had been set in a box in the garage with some other effects that belonged to him. At a point of high tension in the alimony fight Sally had grabbed the stuff and driven over. She gave him his items and apologized for her dad being a jerk. When he told her it wasn't her fault she responded that he was lucky, at least he didn't have to live with them.

Sally arrived in his office looking much more mature than he remembered her. She was a 5 foot 4 tall brunette and slim, wearing tight, white slacks with strappy, white high heels that elevated her to 5 foot 8. The added height from the heels made her look even more slim and long legged. She was wearing a loose white blazer over a silvery spaghetti strap top. She always a cute girl, but time had shaped her into a beautiful woman.

Sally appraised Jay as well. She thought he was still as handsome as she remembered, but had become a little more rugged looking with age and maybe a little more trim. She thought to herself that it did not seem fair that some men got better with age.

As with all interviews Jay conducted, they casually sat at 90 degrees from each other on the sofas in his office corner with coffee served on the knee high table in front of them. Jay liked to be casual and conversational. It gave him a better feel for a prospective employee's personality.

Their seating positions showed off her legs to him and the way she leaned forward for her coffee hinted that her modest, perky breasts may also be braless. He suspected she was teasing him with glimpses of her chest on purpose. He was more distracted by how her narrow waist and flat stomach transitioned to her hips and butt, and the way she stretched out her slender legs.

Her interview was lousy. It was what you might expect for a person on their first interview, especially since he was giving her a minor grilling just to see how she would respond to pressure and a few tough questions. He lightened up the last of the questioning so that she would not feel totally inadequate. 

After Jay wrapped up his questions Sally asked, "Is there a job for me?"

"No"

She looked shocked at his terse response. "Is it because of what my dad did to you?"

"No, you just aren't experienced enough for the position."

"But, how do I get the experience if I can't get the first job."

Jay bit his tongue, there really was not an answer to that question. "Let's go over your interview and critique what happened."

He went over how she answered questions and coached her on what she did right and how she could have phrased other things better. He also explained the importance of good posture, eye contact, and not nervously playing with your fingers. 

He appreciated that she seemed to be listening and taking mental notes. In fact, he noticed that she was already correcting some of her bad body language habits. He was thinking about if he could justify hiring her as an intern. He didn't need one, but he had always liked her spunky personality.

Their talk drifted to catching up on what was going on in Sally's life, which evolved into talking about his ex, and Sally asking about his life. Jay had always had a mythological quality to Sally. Spoken of but rarely seen. He was the rich guy who her evil-step-mother was certain had cheated her out of money somehow. She knew her evil-step-mother well enough to know Jay was lucky to have escaped when he did.

Jay looked at his clock and realised his admin was waiting for Sally to leave before heading out herself. He knew she had a date tonight and felt guilty for potentially making her late again. He made her late for dates frequently by working after hours and letting her stick around. He called her in. "Tracy, you can go. We're just chatting."

Tracy's eyes darted to Sally for a moment. "I can hang out. It's no trouble."

"Nonsense. You have somewhere better to be. Go. Sally and I are just catching up on family gossip at this point anyway."

Tracy seemed both reluctant to leave her post and eager to see her boyfriend. Jay forced her to go home despite the fact she was making a fuss about staying.

Once he refocused his attention on Sally, she asked, "Any other interview advice?"

"Yeah, what is going on with that shirt? I can almost see your nipples when you lean forward. Hell, I think I could see all the way down to your belly button if I tried."

She seemed embarrassed, "I've heard that being eye-catching would help win over men."

"It may work, but these days there is maybe a bigger chance it could backfire. Lots of employers will run from any hint of sexuality out of fear of harassment lawsuits. Besides, do you really want a guy to hire you just hoping he can get his hands on your tits?"

Sally felt humiliated, she didn't normally dress this provocatively. She admitted, "It wasn't my idea, Karen dressed me like this. She said you are obsessed with boobs and wouldn't be able to resist hiring me if you got a few glimpses."

"I don't know what's more sad, the fact she thinks that I have so little self control or that she never learned what I really like in a woman."

"You don't like tits?" She grabbed two handfuls of herself to emphasize her question.

"I'm more of an ass and legs guy."

"I've got those too." She said in a joking manner.

"And I'm sure they're very lovely."

Sally stood and turned her back shrugging out of her coat. She threw her blazer on the back of a chair and playfully pushed her butt out toward Jay at head level. It was a nice tight, round ass. It was more than lovely.

"So, what do you think?" She wiggled it for him. She was having fun teasing. He was such a hunk. Silent, tough, tall, dark, handsome in a rugged way, and always enigmatic. She thought of him like a film noir detective. Part of her wouldn't mind him taking advantage of the situation. It had been a while since she broke up with her cheating asshole boyfriend; she was ready for someone new. Jay had an appeal beyond his brooding good looks. He was more mature than her past lovers and she thought he would understand her broken heart. She had a foolish notion that their common past of being cheated on made them kindred spirits of a sort.

"I think that you should stop teasing me before I take you up on your offer. There would be no chance of getting hired if someone could say you slept your way into this job."

Sally quickly sat down, albeit much closer than before. "So you really don't mix sex and work? Karen is convinced that that is all you do here. Using your position to sleep with the female staff because that's all you can get." She placed a consoling hand on his knee and explained, "Of course, I figured you didn't need to stoop that low." 

He admired her thin bare shoulders. She was close enough that it was tempting to look inside her loose, open top. Despite his earlier declaration for not being a boob guy, watching the visible part of her small chest bounce as she used her hands to talk was distracting Jay. The possible exposure of her boobs that never quite happened was causing inspiration to swell in his pants.

"It's becoming more and more apparent she never understood me."

"Well, I don't get her either. I mean, you're handsome, and seem interesting, and very nice, while my dad is chubby, old, and a bore."

"That just makes it worse."

"Huh?"

"What would be easier to accept, if your boyfriend left you for an ugly girl with no personality or a hot blonde nymphomaniac?"

"I don't have a boyfriend." She gnashed her teeth. That whore that she caught her boyfriend with was an ugly bitch in her eyes.

"Your hypothetical boyfriend then. It would still hurt, but you could rationalize it if he chose to be with the hot, blonde nympho over you. But..."

"Yeah, I guess if I got dumped for an ugly girl it would cause me more hurt. It would make me wonder what was wrong with me; what would make her preferable to me?" She sat silently for a minute before continuing. It was exactly what she had gone through. Sally needed to change the subject. "Do you think Karen is trying to use me to get into your life?"

"Probably. It wouldn't be the first time she tried to worm back in."

"Really!?"

"I don't want to talk about the details. I thought about taking her back for one night of revenge sex, only to get back at your dad, then dumping her. But, I like to pretend I'm better than that."

"Let the jerks keep each other. That's better revenge." Sally caught Jay looking down her shirt. It was the fourth time in the last 2 minutes. She didn't mind that he was interested. The sassy side of her personality decided to poke fun and try to embarrass him. "It looks like you are curious. Do you want to see them?" She nodded toward her chest.

Jay saw what she was up to so he decided to throw the ball back into her court. "Absolutely!"

Sally froze.

Jay was delighted that he had flustered her. He decided to rub it in. He gleefully added, "You are such a tease."

That pissed Sally off and her impetuous nature flared. She stood and whipped the shirt over her head. Now Jay was frozen in shock. She smiled at the fact she had shut him up.

She stood straight with her hands on her hips, proudly arching her back and pushing her chest out. Her b-cups sat like firm, palm of your hand sized teardrops with her erect nipples angled upward. His eyes trailed down from her tits and marveled at how perfectly her flat firm stomach and pronounced hip bones disappeared into the top of her tight pants.

Jay looked like he was about to drool on his shirt. Sally glanced at the tent in Jay's lap and jabbed, "It seems to me you may be more of a boob guy than you like to admit." 

Jay did like what he saw. As much her personality as body. The body was fantastic, but the combination of her fiery temperament and playful verging on smartass attitude he found quite alluring.

Jay could see that they were playing chicken now and he was not going to swerve. Especially if it meant that he was going to collide bodies with the hot girl in front of him. Jay offered, "You might be changing my opinion about boobs. Bring them in closer. I'll want to see your ass too of course."

Sally could see the look in his eyes. He was not going to stop until one of them was riding the other. While she was deciding if this was okay or if she should leave, his hand reached out and ran up the inside of her thigh. He was melting her resolve, if she wanted out she better get out now. 

His other hand settled on the small of her back. She could hear her window of opportunity to get out of the situation sliding closed. If she wanted to get away she had to move now. But she wasn't sure she wanted to get away. She was not a promiscuous kind of girl, but she was having trouble finding the will to reject his advances. Jay pulled her into his lap so that she was straddling his legs, sitting on his thighs. 

As he suckled at her nipples, she reminded herself that she was not the kind of person who could fool around with someone she was not in a serious relationship with. She continuously told fingers to halt while she unbuttoned and removed his shirt. When he flipped her onto her back she tried to convince herself to stop him despite the fact she was lifting her hips to help him get her pants off.

Jay had no such internal debate going on. He wanted her. She appeared willing. He was going to have her. End of story.

Jay removed his clothes and settled his hips between Sally's thighs. She helped line his throbbing member up with her moist folds and he pushed in. 

Sally was surprised at how gentle he was being. For all his animalistic lust he was taking his time, making sure her body was ready. After slowly working his way into her body, he leaned down and kissed her tenderly. 

Sally didn't know how to respond. His fingers trailed softly along her skin, he nibbled at her lips, all while carefully rocking in and out of her. She never felt this loved during intercourse before. At first she resisted the intimacy of what he was doing. The past boyfriends she had been in love with, had not been half this caring during sex. She needed to keep this as a lusty encounter but he was taking liberties with her heart without permission. 

Despite her reluctance, she surrendered to his invasion into her private emotional world. Sally returned his gentle kisses eagerly. She used one hand to trace the strong line of his jaw. Her other hand grasped at his hip and encouraged Jay to penetrate her as deeply as possible. 

Jay pressed his pelvic bone against Sally's firmly, holding himself as deeply inside her body as he could get, pulled his face back and gazed into her eyes.

"You are wonderful." He told her.

"You're not bad yourself." Best she ever had, but she would not say that out loud.

"It has never felt this perfect before."

She had no response. The level of physical and emotional intimacy was overwhelming her. She was not seeking it, so it was not necessarily welcomed. It suggested something she was not willing to face in the moment. She wanted more simulation though. It was like he was only teasing and much more enjoyment was possible if he'd just get to work.

Sally rocked her hips against him, grinding her clit against his shaved groin. He rewarded her with a quick withdrawal and thrust. 

Sally grunted, "Yes!"

Jay jabbed into her pussy several more times each time resting for a moment fully immersed in in her wonderful warmth. 

Her hand on his face drew him into another long kiss. Her other hand on his ass encourage him to increase his tempo. 

She listened to the slapping of their bodies ashamed of letting things get so far out of hand, more ashamed that she really enjoying it and wanted him to give her more, and outright disturbed that she was so emotionally engaged.

Jay listened to Sally grunt for him to go harder, to give her more. She was the best lay of his life and they were just getting started.

He pounded down into her pussy and her hips continually rushed up to met him. He pulled his mouth from hers and moved to her neck. He gave her a love bite on her neck just below her jaw, marking her as his. He wanted to possess her. He wanted the world to know she belongs to him.

Jay sat up and used the added leverage to fuck Sally harder. He enjoyed watching her firm little boobs dance under the assault.

Sally began to climax on his cock which encouraged Jay to work harder. She screamed with pleasure. On one particularly hard thrust the sofa lurched hard and the partially collapsed. They both jolted as the rear corner of the couch dropped and Jay landed on Sally still joined at the pelvis. 

Concerned, Jay asked, "Are you okay?"

Sally liked the caring look on his face. She brushed his hair back off of his brow to get a better look at his eyes. She laughed, "Yeah, but I think you broke your sofa."

"Me?! I think you had a hand in this too."

"This had nothing to do with my hands. I was just laying here enjoying myself. You did the work yourself."

Mesmerized by her naked youthful beauty, Jay reached his arm out and cupped her left breast in his right palm. While he rolled and gently stroked her nipple with his fingertips, Sally moaned and teased him, "I think you are a boob guy. You just don't want to admit you're wrong."

"Maybe with you." Jay pulled out of her pussy and Sally groaned a complaint at losing the thickness stretching her. "Roll onto your knees, I want to watch your gorgeous butt wiggle."

Sally complied, she kneeled in the lowest corner of the terribly listing, shipwrecked couch, resting her elbows on the back thrusting her ass towards him. She felt exposed and slutty. She was naked in his office striking a pose, inviting him to fuck her. Before she had been ravished, albeit she had been willing if not outright complicit. Now she was actively aiding the enemy. No longer could she lie to herself that he had taken advantage of her, she could not claim she had been too shocked to say no. She could not say she had not wanted this. In fact, she was growing impatient for him to take her again.

She thought to herself, "Dear God, what's taking him so long to get going." 

Jay was awestruck. He loved her ass. It was the best ass he had ever seen. He could sit and look at it all day. He needed to touch it.

Finally, she felt his callused hands smoothing over her butt cheeks. Sally looked back just in time to see Jay ducking his face down. 

Jay could not resist, he needed to lick the perfect softness of the globes of her ass. He probed her g-spot with his thumb and teased her clit with the index finger of the same hand. He probed every detail of her butt with his tongue. Sally moaned and swayed enjoying his worship of her body's best asset.

He used his tongue to follow her spine to her neck. He wrapped her body in his from behind and bit at her earlobe, all the while strumming both inside and outside her pussy simultaneously. 

Sally cooed with pleasure, writhing in his grasp. Then his other hand found her nipple. She spontaneously combusted. He was engaging all of her erogenous zones at once. His teeth tugging at his ear, the stubble of his chin on her neck, and her nipple, clit, and g-spot being sent into overdrive. She needed him to fuck her. She just needed it.




The Interview



Sally reached back and found his cock that was resting in the crease of her ass. She pulled the tip down towards her womb. Jay removed his hand from her pussy and helped Sally guide him into her body. She cursed herself for officially being a slut. She was definitely an active partner in their coupling now begging to be fucked. 

Jay humped slowly but firmly into place. Sally felt him place another hickey on her neck. She had one on both the front and back now. She swore under her breath. She was going to look like a schoolgirl after prom. She thought to herself she would need to discuss with him to not put love bites in such obvious locations during their future encounters, not realizing she was mentally committing herself to future sex with him.

Jay sat up and used her hips to hump Sally harder. She pushed back and met every thrust. She was getting close to her next climax when the other leg on the fallen end of the sofa gave out interrupting them again.

Sally was disappointed she didn't get to complete her next climatic release and was devastated when Jay pulled his cock from her aching vagina. Jay was also frustrated his big finish had been prevented. 

He swept her into his arms and deposited her on the other couch on her back. he mounted her again laying his body over hers. They desperately kissed each other. Sally shook under him as her leg muscles convulse involuntarily from her big climax. He could not hold back any longer. She begged for him to finish. 

He grunted as he deposited his cum inside her pussy. Still deeply joined, he sat up and looked at the smiling girl below him whom was wearing a blotchy red, orgasm induced full body blush. He leaned down and licked a puffy nipple. 

"Hey" she complained at due to her oversensitivity. 

Jay sat back up and enjoyed the view. He had to admit to himself he loved her little tits more than ever covered in the blush .

Sally lay gasping for breath, "I think we broke the sofa for good." She said with a hint laughter.

"Yeah. But totally worth it."

She got a serious. "I swear, I'm not normally like this. I don't sleep around. Especially on first dates."

"If I thought for a moment that you were, I would not have had you. To fix things, we'll need to go on a first date and you can not sleep with me on it."

"Thanks. That may help me recover some of my pride."

"My pleasure. I may want to do another one of these in depth interviews with you after though."

She giggled, "So, now will I get the job?"

"No. Weren't you listening. Now, I absolutely can't hire you. Not until we see each other for a few months at least."

Sally looked shocked. "Really?"

"It is way too big of a risk."

Sally was puzzled. "It's not like I'm not going to report you for sexual harassment." And she didn't say it, but it was not like she was going to stop having sex with him either. She was going to make him be with her again, soon and often. 

"What would the other women in the office think? If they even got the hint that we started dating on the side, would they think that's what it takes to get ahead? Forget about the lawsuit potential, it could kill moral and productivity. I'm running a business here. I need happy, productive workers."

She didn't miss the fact he was speaking as though they were going to have a continuing relationship of some kind. "You're serious." Sally paused. "Shit. I really needed this. Your ex-bitch Karen is kicking me out."

"She doesn't like you? Won't your dad stand up for you?"

"Hell no. She sees me as competition for Daddy's time and money. And he... Well, he wants to keep screwing her."

"What would your dad do if he found out about us?"

"He would freak the fuck out."

Jay liked the idea of that old bastard freaking out. "I have a proposition for you. I want you to live with me."

"You would take me on as a house guest?" She asked in a dubious tone.

"No, as my girlfriend, silly. I'll give you some spending money. You can look for a job, or whatever the hell you want to do during the day. No cooking, no house work required. That's taken care of. You just have to be home and in my bed at night."

"So you just want me for sex."

"That's not it. Honestly, I like your personality. I think we will make for interesting companions and could have a really good relationship. But yes, sex is part of it. What we just did was too wonderful to not keep doing." What he was not saying was, he wanted the revenge on her father too. He wanted to cause her dad some of the pain he had felt when his marriage had been blown apart. "Do this and I'll work you into the business later on."

"I thought that you couldn't sleep with your employees."

"Having sex with an employee is entirely different from hiring an established girlfriend."

"I don't see the difference. I'll be working for you. You'll be fucking me."

"It's all in the perspective of how the other employees view you. Our sexual relationship will be because you are my girlfriend, not because we are trading favors."

"You are being rather presumptuous about our future dating."

"You don't have to date me, but personally, I think this could be fun and is worth giving a shot."

She admitted, "It was fun." And she definitely wanted to give it a shot.

"Go pack your things and come to my house tonight." Jay could see she was on the fence about jumping in, and moving into his house so fast and might change her mind once out from under his influence. He decided to sweeten the offer. "What kind of car do you have?"

"Civic"

"Oh, that won't do. A gorgeous trophy girlfriend of mine should drive a Porsche or Mercedes. You can pick out one of my cars to drive. If our relationship works out I'll buy you one of your own. Think about what you want. Now, go pick up your stuff."

Sally had a gleam in her eye. She didn't give a shit about nice cars, but Karen sure as hell did. Sally coldly stated, "I would rather show up in the fancy car for Karen to see while I pick up my clothes. She'll have a heart attack when she finds out about us. She was pissed when you started making money after she left. She felt like she got gypped. You two struggled, so she thought she was moving up when she stole my dad away from my mom so she could live a better life. She was not expecting you to make him look like a pauper just a few years later. I would love to get revenge on that bitch for destroying my childhood home. Her screwed up head will think I'm driving the car that should have been hers."

Jay could see a fire had started to burn within Sally. He pulled her into a passionate kiss. They mauled each other's mouths.

Jay pulled away, "Let's get home quick. I want to find out if we can screw hard enough to break my bed."

Sally leaned back on his desk still naked, "Sounds like fun, but first let's see if we can break something else in your office."

"We are going to have an amazing relationship."

Sally sarcastically retorted, "Yes. I hear all relationships based on revenge turn out awesome."

***

The end



The Interview: Cassie Returns



Another Monday, another ho hum workweek at the office. After our weekend with Michael, I ended up more turned on than satisfied. Seemed like the more I fucked, the more I wanted to be fucked. Super slut, indeed.

Plus the weekend seemed too far away to see my mystery man again. I was forming a plan, and this time I'd be the one in control. 

Would I work him up and leave him hanging? 

We'd have to wait for the weekend to find out.

The best thing about the workweek was a horny Mr. Fisher who would find any excuse to get me alone in his office. He'd unofficially promoted me to his unofficial secretary, which had some of the other girls officially jealous -- including Macy, a brooding brunette who was entirely too much work and no play.

Deb and I had fantasized about getting Macy alone and fucking that scowl off her face. Though she came across as All Business, Deb and I had a feeling that if she were properly motivated, she'd join our Super Slut ranks. 

Until then, we'd just have to deal with her mood, a sour mood that clearly said "I haven't had a decent orgasm... ever."

I watched her as she walked toward my cubicle that Monday and thought how I could make that girl scream. She had a long, lean body and dark hair that hung straight down her back. She had big dark eyes and creamy white skin and cleavage even her most modest bra couldn't conceal. I wanted to take each one of her big tits into my mouth and lovingly bathe them with my hungry tongue, and somehow I just knew that she'd like it if I did.

It occurred to me that the most sexually repressed of us were the ones most likely to be kinky and adventurous. 

She handed me a folder. "Here," she practically spat. "Mr. Fisher was called away on a meeting. Wants you to meet with a prospective job applicant."

Clearly she believed I had done nothing to deserve such an honor. Perhaps she thought she was the better suited of us to handle such a task.

Perhaps she was. "Thanks," I said, and gave her a genuine smile. Like they say, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.

She looked a little thrown by my kindness, as if she didn't expect me to be nice to her. "Oh honey," I thought to myself as she walked away. "I'd be more than kind to you."

I glanced down at the folder. Mavin Cleese was the name on the resume. I shrugged. A man wasn't unheard of in our office of women, just rare. 

Which I thought was a shame. It might be fun to have an extra cock floating around.

I went into Mr. Fisher's office and made myself at home in his leather chair. I loved that chair, as Mr. Fisher and I had created many fond memories there. I leaned back and twirled slightly, thinking of my boss's fat cock. Suddenly I wondered how Macy would react if she were the one straddling it. I could almost see her big heavy breasts bounce as Mr. Fisher's hands held her hips in place over him as she rode that magnificent rod. 

I groaned a little at my own visual. My clit came alive between my legs and every movement against it strummed against my nerves.

I had become such a horndog. It didn't take much to get me going or get me off, and everywhere around me I searched for new and exciting ways to get my rocks off. Imagining my boss fucking his tight assed protege was just the kind of thing it took to get me wet and ready. 

I groaned a little as I squirmed in the seat. I didn't know what time this Mavin person was due to arrive, did I have a minute to furiously finger my cunt before he showed up?

Suddenly I didn't really care. I dove my finger into my waiting pussy anyway, twiddled my clit quick as lightning until I was bucking against my own hand. 

Just then there was a knock at the door. I withdrew my hand and wiped it against my skirt as Macy lead in the new applicant.

My eyes literally widened when I caught a gander at Mr. Mavin Cleese. 

He stood about six foot tall, had short black hair and the most amazing green eyes I'd ever seen in my life. His skin was creamy smooth like a mocha latte, and his lean muscular form was barely concealed by the sweater and pants that he wore. 

He was, quite possibly, the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.

A thin mustache framed his full lips, and the minute I saw his strong jaw I wanted to pull his face close to mine. He was an African god in the flesh, and had I believed in such things I could have sworn I fell in love at first sight.

He held out a hand. "Hello," he purred in a rich deep voice that melted me down to my toes.

"Hello," I stammered back. When his fingers closed around my hand I think I closed my eyes for an inward groan. This seemed to please him, and he bestowed a brilliant half smile in my direction.

We turned to Macy, who scrutinized the situation over her dark rimmed glasses. She looked startled, as if we caught her watching something she shouldn't have been watching. 

She murmured something and then disappeared behind the door she closed tight behind her.

"Please," I held out a hand, indicating the chair across from the desk.

He sat. I could barely take my eyes off of him. His muscles rippled underneath his clothing and I could almost imagine how ripped he must have been underneath. My eye couldn't help but glance down to see the bulge in his pants, created by his limp penis. 

If that was how big it was limp...

I swallowed back another groan. 

"Mr. Cleese," I began and opened the folder. Inside was a list of questions Mr. Fisher had already prepared. He was such a micro manager, but this time I was grateful for the distraction. It was all I could do not to hop across that desk and straddle a very surprised job applicant. 

"How long have you worked in customer service?"

"Five years," he answered. His voice was almost musical.

"I see," I replied in my best, most managerial way. Next question. "Tell me a little about your last job."

He began to speak but I couldn't tell you what he could have possibly said. I was lost in a daze watching those full lips. 

"Uh huh," I murmured again. I glanced back at the paper. "Why did you leave that last job?"

He again answered, saying something about moving, but all I could do was look at that mouth and wonder how it would look against my white skin. His fingers were long and strong, how would they look around my tiny waist as he lifted me easily over his raging hard cock?

Around the time the fantasy me was getting fucked, I realized that the real Mavin had stopped talking. I cleared my throat and glanced down at the paper again. "How would you like to fuck me right now?"

What?? My eyes shot down to the paper again, and sure enough, that question was written exactly as I said it. 

My startled eyes met Mavin's endless green ones. "Um..." I didn't know what to say.

He just smiled. "Which ever way you want me to," he answered without blinking an eye. He slid a portfolio across the desk, and when I opened it I realized that this was the ebony hunk from my internet dating service. 

How did Mr. Fisher...?

Oh, that's right. He knew everything I did online at the office. 

I would have to do a lot more, I thought to myself as I watched Mavin stand and approach me. 

He held out a hand and pulled me easily to my feet. I felt so dwarfed beside him. His lips bent toward mine and as that incredible mouth opened over me I had to clutch his strong, broad shoulders to remain on my feet.

His tongue slid between my parted lips and danced around mine as he lifted me up into his arms. I closed my legs around his waist and gave in to his masterful kiss. Those incredible eyes were cloudy with arousal when he finally pulled away.

"It's nice to finally meet you," he said in a low voice that made every nerve ending in my body come alive.

"Ditto," I somehow responded before drawing him back down for a kiss. He leaned me back against the desk, his hands exploring every inch of my body as his mouth made love to mine. I groaned and pressed against him, so turned on by his hands on my body. 

He slid a finger down the front of my blouse, easily unfastening each button. The cotton shirt fell away from my bare breast. Mr. Fisher had made it clear that he wanted me to come to work without underwear, because it made him all hot to know I was not wearing anything under my clothes. That lead to a nightly fuckfest with my not so cold fish of a boss, and so I was only too happy to oblige. 

Now I was even more thrilled because I didn't have a bra in between me and Mavin's masterful touch. I glanced down to watch his palm spread out across my breast. My tiny pink nipple rose up to greet those long dark fingers, which stood out against my pale white skin. 

It was everything I imagined it would be. 

Especially when I felt his dick grow in between us. It was so thick and long that I wanted to watch it grow hard for me. I pushed Mavin back against the desk and unfastened his pants. 

His cock sprang out of his underwear. I gasped as I grasped it with my tiny hand, and I felt it move and grow in between my fingers. 

Big against small, black against white, male against female -- it was all so fucking sexy I nearly came just from fondling his dick. 

His eyes, however, never left my face. "You like that, don't you?" he purred.

I nodded. Hypnotically I was drawn down to lick the length of his hardening cock. He gasped when he felt my mouth close around the engorged head. "Yeah, baby," he moaned, his hand in my hair. "Suck that big, black cock."

I groaned against him and slid him down into my throat. Thanks to Deb I was quickly mastering the art of deepthroat, a technique that Mavin seemed to appreciate by the way he pushed my head even further down his big, thick dick. 

I took my time, savored every inch. I would alternate between shoving it into my throat and then licking my way all around the shaft, over the head and back down to his balls. He kept groaning, whispering dirty talk that made me squirm it was getting me so hot. When he issued a whispered command, "Let me see that pretty pink pussy," I needed no further encouragement to swing my knees to either side of his face. 

His breath was hot against my cunt, and his tongue wasted no time in finding my clit. He rapidly flicked it back and forth until I was nearly screaming against his cock. 

Like a rag doll he lifted me up and swung me around until I was sitting on the edge of the desk. He ripped away his sweater and stood before me in all his naked glory. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his tall frame, and each and every muscle strained against his skin. 

The muscle I was most interested in stood up between his legs. This twelve incher was not plastic. It was also thick and ready to fuck me. 

My three favorite things.

I spread my legs wide and he held each one up with a hand behind each of my knees. I bent forward to watch that big black rod slide into my waiting pink hole. I swallowed him up, inch by inch, his dark meat disappearing into my tight little cunt. 

He opened me up to his impressive member in an agonizingly slow stroke. I never thought he'd get fully in until his balls slapped against my ass. I felt spread open on top of him, gored on his thick cock. My head tilted back and my eyes closed as I groaned deep in my throat. His mouth clamped around my nipple as he withdrew as slowly as he penetrated me. I felt so empty without him inside me I whimpered a little. 

That was when he shoved himself inside me so fast and so hard a white light exploded behind my closed eyes. When I opened them, I saw him staring intently into my face. "Can you take it all, baby girl?" he asked and my pussy responded to the deep timbre in his voice.

I nodded. I never wanted anything more. 

He began stroking, slowly at first. I bucked against him. I wanted more. I needed more. 

We both watched him slide in and out of me. Not only did it feel fabulous but it looked fucking hot to have this big black dick shove itself inside of me. "You want it?" he asked again.

"I want it all," I cried out. I would have closed my legs around his waste but he still held them high up in the air. 

He bent me forward until I was nearly folded in two and that was when he really started to fuck me. He moved in lightning fast strokes I never even dreamed were possible. The way I was positioned he hit that special spot over and over again, and I came not once but multiple times over his big dick. I couldn't stifle the screams as he took me over the edge again and again. 

He was grunting over me, shoving himself in faster, harder and deeper than before. "That's my pussy, isn't it?" he demanded hoarsely.

I nodded, rendered incapable of speech as he fucked me harder and faster and deeper than I ever dreamed possible. 

"Say it," he demanded again.

"Your pussy," I eked out then let myself go to yet another orgasm. "Your pussy!" I screamed. "Yes, fuck it! Fuck your pussy, fuck it!"

He did just that. He stroked harder and harder and faster and faster until he exploded at last inside my dripping wet, quivering cunt.

He released my legs and collapsed into my arms. I didn't know where I had the strength but I reached up for a kiss anyway as I closed my legs around his waste and drew him in tighter to me, refusing to let his cock go even as it was deflating inside me.

His hand brushed away my hair from my face as he kissed me back. 

When he pulled back he gave me a half grin. "So. Do I get the job?"

I giggled and nodded as I gripped his dick with my pussy. "How soon can you start? Again?"

He was about to answer when we were both distracted by a noise off to the side. We both looked in that direction to find Macy standing wide eyed in the door way. 

We must have looked a sight there on the desk, his big dark frame enclosed around my tiny pale one. As people peered in from behind Macy I realized that my screams must have drawn quite the crowd. 

Things were going to get mighty interesting around the water cooler. 

It was a good thing my mystery man from the bar owned a strip club. 

I might just need a new job soon.

But I didn't care. Mavin apparently got hot getting caught and grown hard, he was ready to fuck me again.

As long as I had a nice hard cock in my pussy, all was right with the world.