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Job Interview

By: LucOuarm



"Come on in," he said in a very solicitous manner, smiling at the young girl. She had a small portfolio with her. When he seated her across from him, she placed it on the corner of his large, impressive desk. He saw her glance about the office, the furnishing, cheap and second-hand, had a superficial appearance of expensive elegance. 

"I was so glad you could fit me in, Mr. Robertson," she said. "I've had so much trouble trying to get interviews." He looked so sincere, nodding his head to acknowledge her difficulties. "I have a collection of my photos in here," she said, placing her little hand on her portfolio. "Would you like to see them?" She smiled at him hopefully. At the few interviews she had obtained, they had shown little interest in her portfolio. 

Pat Robertson leaned forward and pulled the portfolio toward him. He opened it carefully, and looked at everything inside, sometimes going back to look at a photo again. "Well," he said at last, carefully replacing everything. "You seem to have everything but the nude shots, but we can take care of that problem." 

"Nude shots?" the girl asked. Her heart skipped a beat. "Why would I need those?" 

"You don't need them. I don't need them," Robertson replied casually as if it were no big deal. "But our clients like them. Some of the work requires... well, partial nudity or at least somewhat revealing attire. They want to see how much they can show. You can choose or not whether to deal with such people. Forget the nude shots if you want." 

Kristin relaxed a little. She sat back in her chair. "Are you saying that you have work for me then? Am I finally getting some jobs?" 

"Oh, yes, as much as you want." Robertson smiled at her reassuringly. He picked up her portfolio and peered inside, pulling out a few shots and examining them briefly before sliding them back in. "You have a lot of assets, Ms. White," he said. "You have a very pretty face. Would you mind standing up and moving around a little?" When she rose, he got up and stood, watching her move about. Kristin tried to keep her best side to him. 

"Is this all right?" she asked, coming to a stop. He shook his head yes, but his lips were pursed as he gazed down at her legs. 

"Would you mind pulling your dress up so that I can see how your upper legs look and turn around like that?" Kristin pulled her dress up as high as she dared without having her panties show and slowly rotated about where she stood. When she faced him again, he smiled at her. "That's fine, relax." She let her dress fall and smoothed it with her hands. "Did you happen to bring a swim suit with you?" 

"No," she admitted, becoming worried. "I didn't know I needed one." 

"Normally you wouldn't, but, as I said, we do need some supplemental shots of you wearing less attire." He sat down to ponder this situation, and Kristin sat down, hoping once more that everything would be fine. "You know," he said, "Maybe you can do some shots in your underwear, if that's all right with you." Kristin was silent for a long moment. "You don't have to," he added. This was the closest she had gotten, and she did not want the opportunity to slip away. "You're lucky," Robertson went on. "I have my crew on the premises today. If you are willing, we can get whatever shots are missing... No charge, of course!" He laughed and smiled at her. She felt better again. 

"Well, I suppose I could do it," she replied in a low voice. She felt insecure about removing her clothing. She was biting her lip, feeling nervous. She wondered what kind of a crew of gawking louts would be staring at her. Robertson picked up his phone and spoke a few words as she sat there. He was sending for someone. Soon there was a rap on the door and in came a woman, still very attractive, but she had to be in her forties. 

"Donna, this is Kristin," Robertson said. "She needs a few more shots. Can you take her to the dressing room? I'll be out in a minute." Donna greeted the young girl and put her at her ease as she led Kristin out of the office. Kristin felt better that another female would be present. In the dressing room, she took off her dress and carefully hung it up on a hanger. She checked herself out in the full-length mirrors on two of the walls. She looked good. Her bra was sexy, but not trashy. Her panties were perhaps a little too conservative, but thankfully her light-colored pubic hair did not show through the fabric. She put on the slippers Donna had provided. 

A door on the other side of the room opened, and Donna peeked in. "Are you ready, Kristin? Oh, you look fabulous, dear! I think you'll do well with Pat." 

"I hope so. I could really use a break," Kristin sighed. As she passed through the door, Donna gave her shoulder a squeeze of confidence. Kristin found herself in a larger room with floods and reflectors pushed against the wall where she had just passed through the door. Another wall had screens with different backgrounds. The one currently pulled into use was a tropical setting with palm trees and blue skies. Various pieces of furniture were arranged against the other two walls. 

The photographer, a rugged older guy, looked up from his camera. "Stand over by that screen, young lady," he said, nodding to the tropical setting. His assistant, a younger man, maybe twenty and not much older than Kristin, went over and pointed to where she was to stand. He seemed to be well proportioned as if he spent time working out. He returned to the photographer, who handed him a newly loaded camera. 

Robertson came into the room. He had changed to loose trousers and a golf shirt. "Let's get started," he said. "Jack, let's do group B; then we'll see what we need. "Do you have the polaroid loaded?" Jack nodded yes and picked up a camera. He walked toward Kristin and took a couple of shots. After the polaroids were developed, Donna, Jack and Pat laid them out on a table and examined them. The assistant smiled at her in a friendly manner. Kristin stopped feeling uncomfortable about posing in her underwear. 

Jack took a few more shots, posing Kristin in different positions. Again there was a little conference. The assistant came over to her. "I'm Norman. I think they like you, so you may need to do some more shots. It will really be worth it," he said reassuring her. As he went back to fiddle with a camera, Pat came walked over, still talking over his shoulder to Donna. 

"Honey, you don't have to do this," he said soothingly, "But would you mind taking off your bra for a few more pictures?" Kristin hesitated briefly, but then unfastened her bra. Donna took it from her, placing it neatly on a chair. "Hmmm, we need to wait a few minutes until those marks fade from your skin," Pat said. He stood in front of her, apparently thinking about something. "You know, honey, we are probably going to need some totally nude shots. Why don't you slip out of those panties too, so any elastic marks can fade away." 

Kristin looked toward Donna, who smiled at her and nodded her head slightly to encourage Kristin to go along. Turning her back to the crew, the young girl leaned over and slid her panties down her shapely legs. When she turned back, Donna was there to accept the flimsy garment, and carefully placed them next to the bra. Jack and Norm set up some lights and placed a few props near the tropical screen. 

"OK, let's move along now," Pat said mildly, and Jack took a few more polaroids with Kristin obediently assuming various poses. These were gathered for another conference. This time Norm was included. 

Pat walked over to her. "Do you mind doing a shot holding this? Tell me if you don't want to do it," he said. He held up a slim pink tube. Kristin knew what it was, a vibrator. She had seen pictures of them, but had never owned one. She agreed and accepted the device from Pat. He patted her shoulder reassuringly and stood back while Jack took a couple of shots with her holding against a nipple or her cheek. Kristin was surprised she had not flushed in shame. 

After a short conference, Pat announced, "I think we are just about ready. Maybe we will do a little video too. Is that OK, sweetie?" Kristin agreed. "By the way, Kristin, are you still a virgin?" 

"Is that important?" she asked. She had lost that two boyfriends ago. Damm, she thought, I hope this doesn't hurt me! "No," she admitted, "I'm not." 

"Great!" Pat said. He gave her a big smile. "That's fantastic!" Why would he be saying such a thing, she wondered. Norm and Jack were moving some more lights. Now the scene was not the tropical background but the double bed. She began to feel nervous. "Come over here and sit on the edge of the bed and cross your legs... Good girl!" 

Even though she was totally naked, Kristin felt much warmer. Now real film was being shot. Before she knew it, Kristin was lewdly cupping her breasts, offering them to the camera, bending over to display her firm, round ass, and holding a huge rubber cock in her hand. Each time, Pat had said, "You don't have to do this if you don't want. It's up to you, sweetie. The more we have, the more work you'll get." 

During a reload, Kristin asked, "Who is going to see these? I don't want my mom and dad or other relatives to see photos of me like this." 

"Don't worry, babe," Jack said in a deep voice, "We are showing very little of your face, and, besides, the clients are looking at other things." That didn't sound right to Kristin because they seemed to be making little effort to conceal her face. But hell, he was the cameraman. He knew what he was shooting. He looked up at her from reloading a camera and said, "These are just for the clients. They see them." 

The shoot went on. Sometime later, Kristin was unzipping Pat's fly and pulling his cock out. He had no underwear on. It swelled in her hand, becoming erect, thick and long. She had never seen such a big one like that. Jack was leaning over her, his camera whirring and clicking away like a mad insect. 

"Kiss it, sweetie, if you want to," Pat urged. Kristin gave the huge cock a big kiss, right on the head. The dark, bulbous head twitched against her lips. "Can you take it in your mouth," he asked softly. She took the entire head into her mouth, stretching her lips around the thick shaft. 

"Have you ever given a guy a blowjob?" Donna asked softly, leaning so her mouth was close to Kristin's ear. Kristin shook her head no. "Slide it in and out of your mouth, honey. You can use your hand to stroke it, Every now and then pull it out and kiss it and lick the balls. Go ahead now. I'll tell you if you're doing it right." 

Kristin began to slide the big penis in and out of her mouth, pumping the shaft with her hand, noticing that her fingers did not go all the way around its giant circumference. Donna made some suggestions. Soon Kristin was kissing her way up and down the mighty shaft and sucking Pat's balls into her mouth, laving them with her tongue. At times she looked up at Pat's face, seeing him obviously enjoying her efforts. The flicker of Jack's flash and the noise of his camera became nothing after a while. She felt better, knowing that Pat was so excited by her neophyte oral caresses. 

"OK, sweetie," Pat groaned, "I'm coming. If you want, you can jerk me off onto those nice titties." Kristin pulled the fleshy prick from her mouth and pumped it vigorously. Jack moaned and shot gobs of pearly cum out, splattering her breasts with little beads of semen. She saw that Norm had removed his clothing, and she could see his broad shoulders, slim hips, and flat, washboard stomach. Kristin let her eyes drop to his loins and saw a penis even bigger that Pat's. 

"Babe, lie on the bed," Jack said. "We need some stills with you and Norm." Norm lay next to her and gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze and a little kiss. Then he knelt next to her and placed her hands on his huge joint. Donna helped pose them for the first shot. 

"This is just show business, honey," Norm said confidentially to her. "What happens and what appears to happen are two entirely different things." As the camera clicked away, Kristen had the mammoth cock in her mouth, pushed hard against her wet pussy, and poised over the rosebud of her ass. "Thank god, she thought, I didn't have him inside me; he would split me in two. After the shots appeared done, Kristin noticed that Norm was in some kind of distress. 

"What's wrong?" she asked. 

"I just need to come so bad, honey. You got me all excited. Would you mind, giving me a little hand job? I would really appreciate it." 

"Great idea, Norm. Maybe we can tape you helping Norm out," Pat said. "How about it, Kristin baby. You don't have to..." Kristin decided to go along with the suggestion; besides it was her fault that Norm was all stirred up. Soon she was stroking the huge penis with both her little hands. She heard Donna from behind the bright lights suggest she kiss and suck the meaty pole a little to help out Norm. 

"Yeah," Pat said, "And, if you want, do a little moaning yourself, girl, like it's really exciting you." So Kristin moaned dutifully as she pumped the thick, swollen cock until it spewed its creamy contents on her pretty face. 

"Oh fucking shit! "Oh shit, baby, you know how to jerk off a guy!" Norm said to the camera as he rubbed drips of his cum onto her soft breasts. 

"Sensational, Kristin, Norm!" Pat said. "That's a wrap, everyone. I want to see you in my office, Kristin, as soon as you're ready." Donna handed her a wet towel to clean up. 

Fifteen minutes later, Kristin was seated across the desk from Pat. He was on the phone and was shuffling through some forms. He gave her a smile and ended his conversation. They were now using first names. 

"Pat, do you think I can get work soon?" Kristin asked. 

"Kid, you were already working, and you were great! I already sold what you did today. I want you to come back on Thursday. We'll have more for you, so be ready to work." He counted out five one hundred dollar bills onto the desk in front of her. "This is partial payment, off the books, and I'll have a check for even more for you when you return. I haven't been paid by the client yet, but I think I can trust you, right?" 

"W-Well... thanks, Pat, this is a surprise." 

"Thank you, Kristin. You were great. I wonder if you could do your hair different for Thursday... You know, pigtails, ribbons, or something else that makes you look about sixteen. I think with your face we can get some nice teen shots." He sat there rubbing his chin for a few seconds. "You know what would help too, if you don't mind. You could shave off those pubes... maybe make yourself look fifteen or even fourteen." 

"Oh, of course, Pat, I can do that, no problem." 

After Pat escorted Kristin to the outer office, she found Donna waiting. 

"Nice work, Kristin, you are really a fine looking young lady. How about if you come over to my place for a drink, and you can relax while I fill you in with some useful advice. You don't have to, of course, but it will be chance for just us two girls to really get to know one another." 

Job Interview



-- dedicated to a special friend --

I was nervous about the interview at Johnson Publications with Gale Johnson, its founder and President. Before the interview, which was scheduled for noon, I had my hair done and dressed in my best outfit. At first I wondered if I was a good idea to wear the blouse which shows a hint of my tits, on a job interview. But I decided to wear it. 

If she didn't like the way I dress, too bad! I'm proud of my body and like to show it off.

I waited for the interview until 12:30 in an outer office. Finally, a secretary said, "Ms. Johnson will see now. Use the door marked with her name."

When I came into her office, Ms. Johnson rose from her chair, came over to me, and held out her hand.

"Hello, Carnen, sorry to keep you waiting. Have a seat next to me."

She was nothing like what I'd expected. She's a big woman, with a commanding presence. I knew that she was in her early fifties, and divorced. The divorce case was a big deal in the papers. She caught her husband cheating and kicked his ass. But I had no idea that she was such a sexy woman. 

I forced myself to focus on what she was saying, rather than her boobs. I have a thing for strong, dominant women.

"She looked at a folder on her desk and spoke, "That's an unusual name, 'Carmen'. Are you Hispanic?"

"No," I replied, "Is there anything wrong with being Hispanic? My mother's favorite opera was Carmen, and she named me after the heroine."

"Just wondering," she said. "Carmen is a lovely name...and you're a lovely woman."

I didn't know what to say because a remark like that is not the usual thing in a job interview.

I almost said how much she turned me on, how much I wanted to lick her pussy, or how much I wanted to explore her tits, before she continued. But I kept those thoughts to myself.

She said, "Let's get back to the interview. Tell me more about your job experience."

As we went through the usual crap about my previous jobs and education, I stared at her boobs. I had visions of kissing all around her breasts, then licking and sucking on her nipples. I was lost in those erotic thoughts until she glanced at her wrist watch and said, "It's getting late, Carmen. I have to get home for a Special Delivery that I'm expecting. Can you come with me in a cab to my place, where we'll continue the interview? The cab fare and dinner after the interview are on me."

I stared at her. What the hell was on her mind? Did she want me as much as I wanted her? I had nothing else planned that evening and told her I was available. We caught a cab outside the building and headed for her brownstone in Greenwich Village. As usual, the backseat of the cab was cramped. Her skirt was pulled back enough to show lots of leg. I must have been horny as hell, because I had visions of kneeling down in front of her and kissing along her widespread thighs, all the way to her sweet pussy. I was oblivious to the traffic until the cab pulled up her place and she paid the cab driver. 

She unlocked the door to the brownstone, saying ,"The maid is off tonight. We won' t be interrupted during the interview. Come right in, Carmen."

I followed her in. Then she turned on the lights. It's a fabulous layout, with expensive furniture in the living room. I could see the kitchen, through an archway, and there was a door to another room on the first floor. A stairway led upward to what was probably a bedroom. It smelled of money and power.

She turned to me. "Let's continue with the interview. Afterwards, we can relax together."

I nodded that it was OK with me that we continue, and then 'relax together'. I hoped that she meant sex by that. I had an urge to throw her down and jump her, although she's bigger than me. I'm not usually that aggressive, but I could almost taste and smell her sex. 

"Come into the office," she said, and opened the door I'd spotted earlier. I followed her into an office equipped with a desk, several file cabinets, and two chairs - one behind the desk, and one alongside the desk.

"Take a seat," she said, waving to the chair beside the desk, and sitting down behind the desk.

She pulled my job application from her briefcase and read it while I fidgeted in my chair. I wanted to come over to her and play with her tits and pussy so much that I could barely control myself.

She looked at me, as if she knew what I was thinking. My pussy started to get wet. Then she spoke.

"I'm very impressed with your background. Do you have any questions for me?"

I wanted to ask if she liked to have her pussy licked, or was into spanking - my favorite activity. But what I said was, "Do you think there will be some duties beyond the usual forty-hour week? I'm available, if that's what you want."

She arose. "Yes, there will be extra duties, you little slut. I had you figured out when you came to see me this afternoon. Follow me upstairs!"

She turned, left her office, and walked over the staircase to the bedroom, without looking back to see if I was following her. Of course, I was following her. I had no other choice. When a dominant woman like her tells me what to do, I have to obey. That's the way I've always been. And she realized that the first time we met, during the job interview in her office. 

At the top of the stairs, I remembered something she'd said earlier. "What about the Special Delivery you were expecting?"

She laughed. "Carmen, YOU are my Special Delivery. Get your clothes off!"

I stripped for her, very slowly. When I was naked, she started to embrace me. But I stepped back, saying, "My turn first. Take your clothes off. I want to taste your tits and cunt so much that it's driving me crazy."

She was obviously surprised. But then she said, "You're a greedy bitch. I like that. I want you to eat me!" She took her clothes off. There were now two naked women facing each other, an older lady with a big tits and ass, and a younger slim woman.

I led her over to the bed, now in command. She followed. She lay down on the bed, and I joined her. I kissed all around her lovely tits and then licked her nipples and sucked on them until she started to breathe real hard. Then I shifted focus to her pussy. "Spread wide for me," I said. She did as I commanded, moving her legs so far apart that her pussy was completely exposed. She grabbed me real hard as I ate her. Her cunt was delicious! After she came, I held her until she relaxed. It was a marvelous feeling to lie there, side by side with a lover, after great sex.

I fell asleep until she poked me with her hand. "What time is it?" I asked.

"It's three o'clock in the morning," she said. "Time to get up."

"What for?" I asked, half asleep. "It's too early for anything."

"Never too early for a spanking," she said. "Get over my lap, you little slut!"

She was sitting up in bed, I discovered, waiting for me to lie across her lap. 

I draped myself over her lap, and she started to spank my bare ass with her hand. At first, she didn't smack me very hard. I wasn't really hurting and started to tell her that. But then she turned on the heat, spanking me very hard. 

I had to say something. "Please stop, Gale." She answered me. "Call me 'Mistress' and I'll stop.

"Please stop,. Mistress!"

"That's much better. There's something I want to show you."

I watched as she took something out of dresser drawer, put in on, and faced me.

It was a strap-on! I'd never used one but knew how they worked. Gale's strap-on consists of a large flesh-colored latex cock, mounted in a black leather harness that fits low around her hips.

She came close to the bed. "Suck me off, you little slut!"

I was confused and asked," Suck your cock? I don't understand/"

"You've sucked a cock before, haven't you?"

"Yes, Mistress, I've sucked cocks, but always it was with guys."

"Just do it," she said "suck me off!".

I licked along the length of the cock, then put it in my mouth, and sucked on it. 

Amazing, it didn't matter that it was a latex cock and my lover was a woman, rather than a man. It was the most erotic moment of my life, so far.

She looked down at me. "That's enough you little cocksucker! Get on your back, beside me on the bed, and spread your legs for me."

I spread my legs for her, but before she used the dildo on me, Gale reached down, touched my sex, and moved her hand around my pussy. My heart pounded when she did that. 

She looked closely at the tip of the strap-on. "You've done such a good job of sucking my cock that I won't have to use lube. Spread wider, I'm going to fuck you!"

She put the tip of the strap-on at the entrance to my pussy and pushed it in, slowly and not too deep at first. Then she increased the depth and force of penetration on each push into my pussy. It was like heaven, dyke heaven!

She fucked me better than any man had ever done before!

"How was that?" she whispered.

"Marvelous Mistress!"

"Here's more for you, slut," she said, and fucked me again.

That went on until I was a quivering combination of pain and sexual excitement.

Finally, she was done with me. Gale whispered, "You were great. Now go to sleep." Then she kissed me on the lips.

I fell back to sleep.

In the morning, I realized that she was already awake and dressed, sitting on a chair next to the bed.

She looked at her wrist watch. "I have a very important appointment now. You'll have to go home. I'll call a cab for you. Get dressed." 

As I waited downstairs for the cab, she came down to the parlor. She's truly a beautiful older woman. Then she spoke.

"You will report to work every weekday at eight o'clock in the morning. Nobody at the office will know that you come to my home whenever I demand your presence. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She added one more command: "Go home and dream of me, slut."

That was an easy command to follow. I've been her submissive slut ever since, grateful for the gift of her dominance and sexual appetites.

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Copyright 2005 by Lesly Sloan. This story may not be distributed or copied without the express permission of the author. Comments are welcome. 



Job Interview



I was interviewing for a new secretary and it had nearly reached the end of the day with no likely successful candidates. There was just one to go, a Tracy Class, whose CV certainly looked impressive and seemed as if she would do pretty well for the job, but I had to wait and see. The company's receptionist, Paula, put her head around the office door to tell me that Miss Class was waiting and asked if she should show her in. I agreed and sat back to watch the view of Paula's nice arse as she walked away from me. A twenty two year old gorgeous blonde, Paula was the kind of person who brightened up any office with her presence, especially when she walked the other way and gave a view of her perfect round arse. I probably wasn't the only guy in the office who'd wondered what it would be like to fuck that sweet arse.

It's not that I deliberately hired a sexy babe to work as the receptionist, she was perfectly qualified for the job, although perhaps subconsciously I favoured her above other candidates. It's just that, having hired her, I found it hard not to stare with that cute arse always in my face whenever she came by my office. In the same sense, I couldn't help staring at the gorgeous creature who walked in after her and think that maybe she was in fact the perfect candidate for the secretary job. 

Tracy Class was absolutely stunning in every way. Tall, taller than I was, and with an hourglass figure, narrow waist and huge tits that were practically bursting out of her pinstriped blouse. This was a woman who couldn't look restrained, repressed and unformal, however she dressed. Even given that fact, her outfit was a hugely sexy turn-on look. She was dressed completely in the style of a stereotype sexy secretary; tight, figure hugging blouse unbuttoned down to her impressive cleavage, a pencil skirt covering her thighs and the rest of her long legs in shear stockings with a seam up the back, black six inch heels on her feet. She had dark hair, tied back from her face with the full, pouting lips that any man longed to see around his dick and dark green eyes behind rimless glasses. 

She sat in a prim and proper manner and answered all of my interview questions in a direct, clipped accent and in a manner that was completely everything that I wanted to hear from an efficient, respectable candidate. I could barely concentrate, however, so much was my attention directed towards Tracy's large round breasts and perfect figure. Even while she told me all about her great organisational skills, all I could think about was violating that pretty, proper mouth with my cock, I was even getting a little hard and aroused just thinking about it. Thank God I was sitting down and there was a desk between us to cover my embarrassing arousal.

All this was going well enough but it was as we came to the end of the interview that things started to get particularly interesting. We just asked every candidate no matter what job a standard question to sum up at the end and that question was, "What do you think separates you from the other candidates and what do you think you in particular have to bring to the company that nobody else does?" Everyone tended to come out with some pretty similar answers to this one but Tracy Class had something a little different.

"So, you want to know what makes me special?" she said, with a lascivious accent that belied the restrained sensibilities of her earlier answers.

"That's right, Tracy," I replied, "Just tell us why I'd rather have you as my secretary than anyone else."

"Well, I've one very special feature," she grinned naughtily.

At this point I expected her to go on about how well qualified she was but instead she sat back on the chair and uncrossed her stockinged legs. Inevitably, I tried to sneak a look up her pencil skirt at her panties beneath as she opened up her legs but just now I didn't get the chance. However, Tracy wasn't going to stop there and, to my wide eyed astonishment, she reached down and pulled up her skirt around her waist, showing me her stocking tops, the bare skin of her thighs and the black satin panties she wore beneath. What was even more remarkable was when she pulled these panties aside and pulled out that little something that made her special. It was her cock, eight inches long, thick, veiny, uncut and semi-hard. Yes, Tracy Class, the hottest, sexiest job applicant I had ever had, the one that I had been fantasising about just a few seconds earlier was a shemale, a chick with a dick, and that dick was growing ever harder as she began to stroke it in front of me, in my office, in our interview.

"You wanna know what makes me special?" she asked, stroking her hard cock, "How many of the girls who applied can show you this?"

I sat there transfixed, not knowing what to do as my interviewee masturbated her cock in front of me. I couldn't help but stare at it. It held an incredible fascination, this hard, masculine cock protruding from Tracy's gorgeous curvy womanly figure. Although it was weird, I knew I was incredibly turned on, the revelation of Tracy's shemale status seemed to make my own cock even harder under the desk. It seemed that Tracy somehow knew this too as she gave me a dirty grin.

"Don't just stare at it, honey, why not come and get a taste?" she said.

As if in some kind of hypnotic state, I felt myself obeying, getting up from my seat and coming round to her side of the desk, I dropped to my knees in front of her. I had always thought of myself as a very straight, woman loving kind of guy and had never even thought about sucking a cock before but this one looked so good. I knelt between her stocking clad legs and stared at it, it looked even more alluring close up, poking out from where her satin panties were pulled aside.

"You can touch it, baby," Tracy said.

Taking my hand in hers, she moved it onto her cock so my fingers wrapped around her shaft. It felt excitingly warm and alive in my hand.

"Come on honey, wank me," she smiled.

Once again, my reaction was almost instinctive as my hand began to rub up and down her dick, masturbating her as she got ever harder. I leaned my face in closer to where her sheer stockings ended and the bare skin of her thigh began, kissing along her soft, feminine thighs, I soon found my lips alongside her cock. Still jerking her off, I pulled her dick up and moved my lips to her shaved balls, beginning to suck on them. As I masturbated her, I moved my lips all over her balls and began to lick up the base of her hard cock shaft.

"Ah, uh, yes, that's it, lick my balls, honey," Tracy moaned, "Now how about you wrap those pretty lips round my cock?"

I did as she said once more, my tongue having reached the swollen purple end of her masculine part, I flicked my tongue around the tip and opened my lips to let it in. If the feel of her cock in my hand had been something else then having it in my mouth was even better, warm and sensual, I could feel her arousal all through my mouth and it felt great to be the one giving it to her. OK, so only a few minutes earlier I had been thinking about her going down on me, but if anything the sensations from taking her cock in my mouth were even better so unexpected were they.

"Suck me baby, suck me like a dirty sissy whore," Tracy moaned, bringing her hand to the back of my head and pushing me down on her cock.

I had never sucked cock before but I'd had it done a fair few times to me and I'd seen my share of porno so I'd like to think I knew what I was doing as I opened my throat to let more of this hot woman's eight inch monster down my throat before pulling back and bobbing up and down on the full length of it, all the while using my hands to play with her balls and arse. I was no longer in control of my actions, I was taken over by lust to swallow this strong, beautiful woman's large cock. My mouth watered and I slobbered all over it, no longer concerned by how easily I had been swayed to suck cock.

"Oh Fuck, oh God, you dirty bitch," Tracy moaned, "I can't believe you've never sucked cock before, you're a natural sissy and you're turning me on sooo much."

"Mmmmmm, ugh," I could only gargle, my mouth filled with her tasty meat but she knew from my eagerness how much I was loving this.

"Oh yes, come on," Tracy cooed, "Tell me how much you love it, beg for it, slut."

"I love the taste of your cock, Tracy," I said, taking it from my mouth as I continued to stroke her shaft, "I'm a sissy cockloving bitch and I can't help but want to taste your big, fat cock," I didn't know where all this was coming from, this was a side of me I had never seen before but I couldn't control it, "I'm your sissy bitch and I wanna make you cum, I want to swallow your cock and drink your juices."

Tracy laughed, "You were right, honey," she said, and I suddenly noticed her attention wasn't directed at me.

I had been so intent on giving my shemale secretary interviewee my very best cocksucking efforts that I had been blind to anything else going on around me and now I noticed that Paula the receptionist had joined us in the room. I stopped dead, I couldn't believe the humiliation.

"See what I mean, Tracy," Paula grinned, as it began to dawn on me that these two knew each other and had set this up, "I knew he was just a sissy at heart."

"You're right," Tracy purred, "You wouldn't believe how quickly and easily I had him sucking cock."

"Ha, I knew it!" Paula exclaimed with me still feeling totally humiliated and not knowing at all what to do, still on my knees and with my lips still around Tracy's hard cock, I could hardly get up either as this would show my receptionist and her shemale pal just how hard my cock was and just how turned on I seemed to be being discovered by a hot woman sucking off a shemale, "I always thought he'd be just the sort to enjoy a good cocksucking, look how hard he is!"

As she had been talking, Paula had walked over and knelt over by me, bringing her face down close to where my own flushed red looking one had just let Tracy's cock out of my mouth, but it was still dangling angonisingly and tantalisingly close and I could barely take my eyes off it to look at the face of the beautiful blonde kneeling beside me. Paula had reached beneath me and was feeling her hand over my crotch, simply brushing her fingers across it, she could not only tell just how hard cocksucking and humiliation made me but could make me just little bit harder. Now Paula was unzipping my trousers and pulling them down around my knees, completely exposing my hardness.

"Ha ha ha, Tracy," Paula laughed, running her hand along my cock, "It's barely half the size of yours. I never realised my boss was such a little man underneath it all!"

"How does that make you feel, little boss man?" Tracy laughed, "On your knees in front of your secretary looking at her cock and finding it much bigger than yours?" Frankly, it was an incredible turn on, "No wonder you're such a sissy cocksucker when even a girl like me has a bigger cock."

Embarrassingly, this teasing did nothing to stop my little cock from being harder than ever, something that wasn't helped by Paula running her hands all over my arse, massaging the cheeks and occassionally slipping a finger inside and fingering my anus.

"Hey Tracy, you should really have a go at his tight sissy arse," she was saying.

"Mmm, yes," Tracy moaned, "This sissy looks totally fuckable but let's make him beg for it, eh Paula?"

"Oh yeah," Paula grinned, slapping me across my naked arse, "It'd give me a kick to hear my boss beg for your hard cock."

I blushed redder than ever at the words that were coming out of my pretty receptionist's mouth as I knelt humiliated on my office floor. It was going to humiliate me a whole lot more to start begging for it but frankly I really was starting to want Tracy to fuck me, to get my arse used by her big monster cock. With such thoughts running through my head, I knew that I would sooner or later have to give in to them.

"Come on slut boy, beg for it," said Tracy, playfully slapping me across the face with her erect member.

What choice did I have, really?

"Please fuck me Tracy," I sighed, "I want you to take my cherry and fuck my sissy arse. I want to feel your big hard cock sliding deep inside me. It's sooo much bigger than mine, a little cocked sissy like me deserves to be fucked up the arse like a girlish whore."

"Wow, well, when you put it like that, how can I refuse?" Tracy giggled at my willingness to humiliate myself in front of these two beauties.

She moved around behind me still stroking her big manly cock as her receptionist friend explored my arse with first one, and then two fingers, loosening me up so as to better prepare me for the huge thick meat that was about to enter me.

"Ohh," I gasped as Paula shoved a finger inside me, "That feels great Paula, your finger feels so nice inside my arse, I can't wait for Tracy's big hard cock."

"Steady there," Paula laughed, "It's going to take a lot to get that inside you, you'd better be ready for it."

"Ah, oh, come on, give to me, make me your bitch," I gasped as Paula withdrew her fingers and guided Tracy's cock to the entrance to my arse, the head of it now just nestled between my arse cheeks.

"Oh God," I yelled in pain as Tracy pushed her cock up inside me, desperately hoping nobody in the office would hear and come and see what was going on.

Despite my girlish squeals of pain, Tracy continued to push inside me, I felt in agony and completely impaled, stuck on Tracy's massive cock, I was totally in her power and that was a feeling that I was starting to like.

"Now your going to take it like a real sissy slut," Tracy told me as she withdrew her cock before slamming it into me once more.

I could feel the material of her skirt falling around my waist and her shear stockings brushing against my thighs as she stood over me, her legs astride mine, plunging her cock deep inside me. Looking behind me, I could see her proper secretarial look was beginning to go as her long dark hair had been untied and fell all around her face. Paula had pulled her blouse open and was now suckling at one of her massive breasts, having pulled it free of her black bra. I was still in quite a lot of pain, feeling totally filled by Tracy's big cock of which almost six inches were now buried inside me, but it was starting to feel pretty good too. With my arse filled like that, I was feeling her cock stimulating in me in places I'd never even thought about before and my own cock was still rock solid with arousal. By the time Tracy had stuck her whole cock inside me and I was stuck on it, barely able to move, I was really enjoying it in spite of the pain.

"Oh fuck, your little arse is tight," Tracy moaned, "It's been a while since I've taken a sissy's cherry and it feels so good on my big cock. Don't worry baby, I'll be gentle with you."

"Uh, ah, no, fuck me harder," I sighed, moaning like a dirty whore, "Fuck me. Fuck me like a little bitch, I wanna be used by you."

"OK then," Tracy giggled, "My, you are one eager sissy slut."

"Oh God yeah," I moaned as she ploughed so deep I could feel her balls slapping against my arse, "I just love the feel of a hard cock inside me and just love getting fucked hard."

As I was enjoying the intense pleasure of my busty secretary ploughing her big cock deep into my virgin arse, my pretty receptionist Paula had left her place where she was sucking and licking Tracy's breasts and moved around in front of me. With her back to me so I could stare at that gorgeous round arse of hers, she unzipped her skirt and pulled it down, bending over to shove her panty clad arse close to my face. As she stripped from her panties too and turned back to face me, I could see she was sliding her fingers deep inside her shaved cunt. It was quite a sight and one that I had only thought to see in my wildest fantasies. Of course, in those fantasies I was never on my knees being fucked doggystyle by the big long cock of a gorgeous, busty secretary but, hell, this was much more fun.

"I know that it's cock that you really love now boss," Paula taunted fingering her pussy right in front of me, "But I've seen you eyeing up my sweet arse, how would you like a piece of it, just like Tracy has got you."

"Oh God, Oh fuck, yes," I yelled, both in answer to her question and because of the hard and heavy arse fucking the sexy shemale secretary was giving me, "God yes, I want your beautiful arse Paula."

"Go on then, eat me, you dirty sissyboy," she said, turning around and shoving that perfect round arse right in my face.

OK, so, if anything this was even more humiliating. Me, the big important boss of the whole company on my knees, sticking my tongue in the warm arsehole of my pretty receptionist and having my own arse fucked by tranny Tracy. Of course my own rock hard arousal was showing to anybody who happened to stick their head round the office door how much this kinky situation was turning me on. After a while in which I had got to taste the inside of Paula's arse, sliding my tongue inside her even as Tracy withdrew her cock from tearing into my arse, I had got her pretty wet.

"OK, sissy," Paula sighed, "I need you to fuck my arse, now."

Tracy pulled out of me and sat herself back in my office chair. She looked absolutely gorgeous, the complete image of a well fucked slutty secretary except for the big erect cock sticking up between her legs, her hair was a mess and her eyes behind her glasses had a sexy glint, her blouse was open with her massive breasts pulled out over her bra, her skirt hung around her waist and her legs in sheer stockings and heels were open to show off the full length of her hard cock.

"Come over here and sit on my lap, sissy bitch boy," Tracy beckoned.

Well broken in to do just what she wanted, I meekly walked over and lowered my arse onto her cock until I was totally impaled on her big pole with my littler cock sticking up from me now, I faced away from her so I could feel her huge round breasts pressing into my back. Now, Paula came over to me and looked down at us.

"You make quite a picture, the manly boss impaled on the sexy secretary's big cock," she laughed, looking down at my little meat, "I just hope you're up to satisfying me with a little sissy cock like that, I'm so used to Tracy in my arse."

She sat down on my cock and even though that big shemale dick that was inside me had been there before me, her arse still felt pretty tight and it was just amazing to finally be inside it, not to mention the brilliance of being sandwiched between two such hot women, one with that little something extra. I was now in control of how I would ride Tracy's firm cock and found myself bouncing up and down on it, even as I pulled up from her cock, I slammed into Paula's gorgeous arse.

"Oh fuck, you're one eager sissy," Tracy moaned.

"I'd never have guessed quite how keen you would be for a hard cock up your arse," Paula sighed as I thrust back up into her, "I thought you'd take a bit more persuasion than this but it turns out you really are just a cock loving sissy."

"Oh god yes, oh fuck," I moaned, loving every second of this kinky office threesome.

"Oh yeah, your tight sissy arse is gonna make me cum," moaned Tracy.

"Ah, oh, ooo, fuck, Tracy," I moaned, picking up the pace at which I rode her firm cock, determined to make this hot, gorgeous woman cum, "Oh God, I wanna feel your cum deep inside my tight virgin arse, cum for me, Tracy."

But it was Paula who went over the edge first, throwing back her blonde hair and her body convulsing as she bounced up and down on my cock and furiously rubbed her pussy until it leaked all over her juices. She put her clothes back on and stood back to watch the end of the show as her sissy boss rode that hard shemale cock. Without Paula's arse to stimulate my cock, I had to stroke it myself as I bounced up and down on Tracy's cock.




Job Interview



"Oh, Oh, Oh fuck, Oh my God, oooooh, ah, FUCK BITCH, I'M CUMMING," Tracy yelled so loud I was surprised the whole building didn't hear.

She grabbed me by the waist and pulled me down onto the full length of her fuck pole as she shot her cum up inside me. That was enough to send me over the edge too and I could feel my own orgasm spreading out from where Tracy's cock was still deep in my arse leaking her own cum right through my body until my own cock exploded, spurting my thick white cum up across my chest, giving my shirt a tell tale stain.

"That was quite something," Tracy said as her now soft cock slipped from my torn arse, cum leaking down my thighs, "I haven't fucked a tight sissy arse like that in a while."

I stood up and tried to rearrange my clothing into a respectable look, quite difficult when my torn arse was in some pain, cum leaked out of both my cock and my arse. I tried to look dignified but the women were just giggling at me.

"You know, I think we'll have to that again some time," Tracy laughed, putting her cock back in her panties and buttoning up her blouse, "That's assuming I've got the job of course." She got up and her and Paula made to leave, just before she went she shook my hand, "I look forward to hearing from you, sir," she said before leaning in and whispering in my ear, "Just remember, in this office you might be my boss but wherever it is you'll always be my bitch."

She slapped me on the arse and walked out of the office leaving me stunned. That was definitely the most unique job interview I'd ever conducted and without doubt the most fun. Needless to say, Tracy Class was very soon appointed as my new secretary and she was right, from that moment I was hooked on her beautiful cock, I couldn't get enough of it and had no problem with becoming her submissive sissy bitch. Why would I, when I was enjoying myself so much?

THE END



Job Interview



We're doing some hiring at my office, and I wish that you applied because I get to do the interviews now. 

I will lead you back to what I tell you is the office for the interviews. You follow me down the secluded hallway, further and further away from the noise of the office, all the way down to the end. I unlock the door and we enter. It's small and sparse, with just two chairs and a desk and room for little else. We have a seat and get down to business. The interview goes well enough, but I have something else on my mind.

"I won't lie to you, there are several candidates for this job that are much better qualified. How badly do you want this job?"

"Badly. I really need it."

I grin just a little. I've got you right where I want you. "I'll be blunt then; you want it you'll suck my dick."

"WHAT? Fuck you! I'm leaving."

You stand to go for the door but before you can open it I start talking. "You walk out that door and you're making a big mistake. You go blow the whistle on me and nothing will come of it. What do you think happens if it's your word against mine? I'll convince them that you're a bitter job seeker just trying to blackmail your way into a job. And then you'll be blacklisted here. After that I'll call in every favor to every person that's ever left this place. You'll be lucky to even get an interview anywhere in this town." 

You hand reaches for the door, shaking a little. Then you turn around and I know that I've got you. It's just a matter of reeling you in.

"I'm not gay. Look," you say, holding up your left hand to show your wedding band.

"I know. That's exactly why I want you. Haven't you ever felt the thrill of taking a girl's virginity? And it feels nice getting your cock sucked, but it feels really nice knowing that you have the power to MAKE someone suck your cock."

Your face still looks unconvinced, but I'm tired of waiting. I start working on my belt and zipper with my left hand, and my right shoots out to grab a handful of hair on the back of your head. I pull you in so close that my lips brush yours as I whisper the words: "Suck my cock NOW, whore." My hand slides from the back of your head to the top and presses down, forcing you to your knees as my cock springs free of my pants. You offer some token resistance, just making a show of how you don't want this. But what you want doesn't matter to me. All that matters is what I want, and what I want is a blow job from my sissy little slut boy.

You hit your knees, close your eyes, and open wide. I chuckle at the sight. I slap you across the face of few times with my stiff cock until you look up. "Don't be a rude cocksucker. Look me in the eyes like a good little whore while you do it. But first, be a polite bitch and ask to suck my dick."

You look up at me with eyes that show a bit of shame and disbelief. You look like your first instinct is to refuse, but then you get in line. Your eyes lock with mine, "Can I suck your cock?"

I grab your hair tighter and pull you in, spanking your face with my meat. "You call that polite? What's the magic word, you little cunt?" 

"May I suck your cock, PLEASE?" As you part your lips just enough to accommodate my erection we both know I own you now, but I am still kind enough to take it easy on you, since you're a first timer. My hands hold your head in place and I slide just the tip in at first. And I go from there, slowly building my pace up and slowly adding more and more of my shaft into your face. What begins as a slow, shallow BJ turns into a fast and hard face fucking. I expertly stop just short of gagging as I give you all that you can handle.

"Mmm, that feels so good. I'm beginning to wonder if you haven't done this before. You sure you're a virgin to cock sucking?"

I ease my dick out of your mouth so you can answer me. You nod and lower your eyes. There seem to be tears forming in them, and you're red in the face. Is it from the physical or the psychological impact of the face fucking I just gave you?

"Don't look so glum, sweetheart. That was a phenomenal blow job for a first timer. In fact it was so good that I think you deserve a little reward. I want you to drop your pants and bend over the desk."

I watch the look on your face go from mere apprehension to outright fear. "No! You said that..."

"I know what I said. And this is what I'm saying now. You want a job? Spread your ass wide and get ready to get fucked, or you can walk your ass out of here having sucked a dick for nothing."

"Please, let me keep sucking you! I'll get you off like that! Please!"

This is going better than I thought. In such a short time I've turned you from a reluctant cocksucker into a whore that is literally begging to blow me. But I want what I want, and I'm going to get it. I don't say a word, I just let the look in my eyes tell your precisely how serious I am. I can see you starting to realize what I've known since you didn't walk out of the office the first time: I own you.

You undo your pants and lower them to your ankles. I see why you were so reluctant. It wasn't that you thought getting fucked would hurt. It wasn't that you were scared about crossing that line. And it sure wasn't that you were embarrassed about your dick size. What you were scared to show me is how hard you've gotten while you've sucked me off. I can' t believe my luck. You are a real pussy boy, getting turned on by having my meaty rod in your wet mouth; getting hard as I tell you what a cunt you are. You're still trying to put up a front like you don't want to get fucked, but I know better as you silently comply with my demand. You place your palms on the table and present your virgin pussy to me.

I reach into a desk drawer. Stashed way in the back under a few things is a bottle of lube. Although your oral skills leave me wondering if this is really your first time I still use a generous amount. I put a little on my finger and introduce it to your hole, while I use my other hand to grease myself up for the big moment. Your defenses are weakening as I loosen you up with my index finger. They fade to almost nothing as I rub the tip of my cock up the crack of your ass. And they are completely gone by the time I lean in and you feel my hot breath whispering in your ear, "Beg for it, bitch. Beg for my big cock to pop your cherry and finally make your dream of being a kinky whore come true."

"Fuck me. Please...fuck...me...I want to be your whore so bad. Fuck me however hard and fast you want, but please fuck me now!"

And since you've been such a good boy so far I decide to give you what you want. My cock eases into you with little effort. I fuck your ass like I did your face. I start slow, working it in little by little. But unlike your sweet, juicy mouth, your asshole can take every last bit that I have to give it. In a matter of minutes I have bottomed out in you. My balls rest against your ass as you take all of what I'm giving you. And now that I know you can handle it I start giving it to you like I want: hard, deep, and fast. I reach up and hold on to your shoulders, pulling you back in perfect rhythm with my hips. Each thrust is timed precisely to put it up your hole with maximum force. I can't see your face, but I know that it's a mask of pleasure.

"Take it whore. Take it all in your tight ass. My bitch boy's ass looks so sexy with my cock in it, pumping in and out of my slut's pussy."

You are too busy biting your lip to keep from screaming in pain and pleasure to respond. I feel the orgasm building in my balls. I pull out. You spin around, looking a little disappointed. I continue stroking my shaft as I take you by your hair again and force you to knees. 

"I can't be making a mess in here, so you're going to have to help me dispose of some evidence. If you miss a single drop you can kiss a job goodbye."

You open wide and I position my cock so that it's aimed right at your waiting tongue. Soon my cum gushes out in steamy hot spurts that splash down your throat. The salty taste is new, but like so many other new things you've had today, you enjoy it. Your conversion to being my new whore is completed as you tip your head back and swallow my sticky white load in one big smiling gulp. 

I collapse back into one of the chairs to catch my breath. Soon enough we are both back in our clothes. Besides a faint smell of lube and a hint of sweat, no one might ever guess what just happened here.

"So," you ask with an air of relief, "When do I start?"

"Well, that depends on how you do on the second interview...."



Job Interview Down Under



This is a true story...only the names have been changed to protect the guilty pleasured couple.

* * * * *

For a couple of years now I have worked outdoors picking flowers in a nursery. At the time it was a suitable job cause I wanted to spend more time out doors and be close to the guy I'd been dating for 2 years. 

Then he decided to call it quits, said he needed a change and he was gone. I was shattered at first but then I started thinking I needed something new and exciting in my life. I am only 24 years old. Why not starting by look for a new job? I was sick of wearing trackie dacks and sloppy joes in winter and singlets and shorts in summer and keeping my long black hair up under a cap all day. I wanted a job that I could get dressed up for.

So, I started checking out jobs in the paper. 

One night while I was online with a friend, I told her that I had quit my job and was now looking for something else to do. 

"Must be that time of year everyone needs a change," she says. " My friend has resigned her job as a receptionist today cause she wasn't getting along with her boss." I asked what that job had entailed and it sounded like I could handle that. I'd have to travel into town each day, but I could handle that too. 

She gave me the company name and said the man to speak with is Mr Johnston. In the morning I called and secured an interview for the job.

Well, now I had some serious shopping to do. I needed some new clothes to wear. So I went shopping and bought some new shoes with heels and a couple of skirt suits, tops to wear and a new handbag.

I got up early on the day of the interview, showered and took my time dressing. I slipped into a pink bra and panties and admired my long sexy legs and great body in the mirror. Working in the nursery had been very kind to me, it kept me fit. I slipped on my black skirt, sprayed some Allure perfume all over and slipped on my pink V neck top which clung nicely to my breasts. A few more finishing touches, I grabbed my jacket and bag and ran out the door.

Apparently Mr Johnston was just finishing off another interview when I arrived, so I had to wait a few minutes outside his office. Good, it gave me some time to get myself together. The door opened and a guy walked out and I heard a man, which turned out to be Mr Johnston telling him that he'd let him know one way or another about the job tomorrow. 

Mr Johnston looked at me. I smiled at him. 

"You must be Rebecca."

"Yes sir, I am." I replied. He invited me into his office and gestured for me to sit in the chair while he sat on the sofa in front of me. 

"So, Rebecca, tell me about yourself and why you want this job."

I was nervous, crossing my legs I began to talk. He listened, watching me intently. I uncrossed my legs and moved a little as he started asking me some questions. He could tell I was nervous and said "Rebecca, it's ok, don't be nervous, let's just chat about why you want this job and what this job entails." I relaxed a little as we chatted for 15 minutes or so and then he offered to show me around the office. 

When we came back, he sat his desk and I sat opposite him. I removed my jacket. He passed across some papers and asked me to fill them out.

While I was doing that I felt his gaze on my breasts. His gaze excited me and my nipples became hard and pressed against my pink top. I looked up at him. 

"Rebecca I'm sure you've heard this many times before, but you have the most interesting eyes."

I smiled and said "Thank you Mr Johnston" and got back to filling out the papers. His phone rang and I finished the paperwork as he spoke.

I got up and moved around behind his desk checking out the amazing view from the wall to wall window. The whole of Sydney Harbour was sprawled out beneath me as I leaned forward and checked it all out.

I heard him end his call and I said, without turning around, "Mr Johnston you have an awesome view from here."

In a deep husky voice I heard him say "Rebecca, I have an awesome view from here too."

I slowly turned around, leaned against the window sill smiling at him. I checked out the bulge in his pants and the lust in his eyes.

He grabbed the papers I had filled out and read them. 

As he's reading I'm checking him out. I'm thinking to myself... he is so, hmm, well he's ok looking, he's close to 50 for sure, but there is something so sexy about him, about the way he looks at me, the way he makes me feel.

He looks up at me and he looks so damn sexy sitting there. I smile at him. "Rebecca I know this may seem out of line, but do you have a boyfriend?" 

"No, it's ok, and no I don't." 

"Unbelievable" he says. "You are such a sexy looking woman." 

I don't know what to say...and I just stand there in front of him and blush from head to toe. "He stands up and I move from the window towards him with my hand outstretched to shake his hand. "Thank you for interviewing me Mr Johnston" I'm saying as I'm shaking his hand.

I feel an attraction to this man as he pulls me forward gently and kisses my cheek and I kiss his. He kisses across my cheek and meets my lips. We kiss as his hands start touching my body. He touches my breasts gently while looking into my eyes for approval to do so. He has approval.

His other hand moves down to and over my butt. He pulls me close to him and I can feel that bulge in his pants I was looking at earlier. He takes my hand, walks me to the office door and locks it. 

He turns around and we start kissing again. 

"OMG, you are so beautiful" he murmurs. "Come with me Rebecca, come with me baby please. Will you help me fulfil my ultimate office fantasy Rebecca?"

I don't know what to say, he's so sexy and he's got me feeling all sexy and worked up already. 

"I'll try Mr Johnston." He leads me back to his desk and sits in his chair. I'm standing in front of him with my back to him. His hands start running up and down my legs. "Lean forward Rebecca," he whispers and as I do I hear him moan. He touches my butt and starts running his hands all over it.

He begins kissing my butt gently and slowly starts turning me around. "Rebecca, I'd love to see you, all of you without that skirt and top."

I smile at Mr Johnston and reach up and peel off my pink top. I unzip my skirt and take it off as well. He leans back in his chair...checking me out. "Shall I take my heels off too?" I ask him.

"No Rebecca, leave those on please," he replies.

"Turn around for me Rebecca," and I do, coming back to face him I see the lust in his eyes. 

"Mr Johnston, don't tell me the rest of your fantasy, let me see if I know how that fantasy goes. Let me begin acting it out for you. What do you say?" Mr Johnston just nods his head.

So I gently push him back in his chair, give him a long wet kiss as I reach down and touch his hard cock before leaning my butt back onto his desk. I move back a little and bring my feet up so that I have one foot on each arm of his chair.

I begin running my hands through my hair and down to my bra, feeling my breasts with one hand, the other still is running through my long black hair.

I slide my hand inside my bra and squeeze my nipple, throw my head back, and moan. I lift my breast out of my bra and reach around with my other hand to unclasp it. I remove my bra and place it on Mr Johnston's desk.

My hand moves down my tummy while the other grasps my breast, teasing my nipple, squeezing it. My hand moves over my panties and then back up and slides inside them. Mr Johnston's eyes are starring right between my legs as I start touching my pussie lips, feeling my clit and I begin to moan. 

"Mr Johnston, I don't think having panties on is part of your fantasy is it?" I say. Mr Johnston simply shakes his head. "Help me remove them then." Mr Johnston leans forward as I lift my butt off the table and removes my panties for me. "Thank you Mr Johnston." 

I make myself comfortable again as he watches. My heels are back on the arms of his chair, my right hand begins working my pussie, gently at first, teasing my clit, sliding back and forth. Mmmmmm... it feels so good. 

I lean my left hand back on Mr Johnston's desk as my right hand continues to work my clit, teasing it, rubbing it and pulling on it. I lift my butt off the table and supporting myself with my legs on Mr Johnston's chair and begin fucking myself with my fingers. His eyes are riveted on me.

"Mr Johnston, I'm going to cumm for you sir, is that part of your fantasy?" He just nods, he finds it hard to talk. Mr Johnston's hands a stroking my long smooth legs. My fingers sliding in and out, my pussie positioned in front of his face.

"Rebecca, I have to taste your pussie" he says whispers in a hoarse voice. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm ohhhhhhhhhh Mr Johnston, I'm about to cum...help me cum, Mr Johnston, lick my pussie, lick it please." And with that, his hands go under my butt. I feel the tip of Mr Johnson's tongue touch my clit.

"Oooohhhhhhh Mr Johnston" I moan.

Mr Johnston begins licking my pussie and my fingers. I move my right arm back, leaning on elbows, supporting myself, as his tongue slides between my slick, wet pussie lips, flicking over my clit, mmmmmmm, licking my pussie all over.

My bald pussie loves to be licked. "Oh Mr Johnston, your going to make me cum sir" and I feel his tongue slide inside me. "Mmmmm yessss that's it sir, fuck my cunt with your tongue, omg yessssssssssss yessssssssssssss oh yessssssssssssssssssssssss," as my clit quivers on his tongue and my pussie gushes her sweet nectar all over his mouth.

Mr Johnston lowers me back down onto the table, stands up and takes me into his arms as his pussie nectar drenched lips come down on mine in a wild, hot, sexy passionate kiss. He begins to undo his pants. 

"Rebecca, you got my fantasy exactly right. I've always wanted to sit here in my chair at my desk and watch a beautiful young woman masturbate and cum for me that way. Now please allow me to share with you the next part of my fantasy." 

He removed his pants and sat back down in his chair. His cock was rock hard and huge. He moved up to the edge of his seat so that his cock was only an inch or so away from my pussie which was spread in front of him. Slowly he begins to masturbate while I watch him.

Every now and then the head of his cock would touch my cunt and he would moan in delight. I was watching as he stroked that cock back and forth, back and forth until he couldn't hold back any longer and he shot his cumm all over my pussie. "Ohhhh," I moan, it felt wonderful having hot streams of cumm shooting onto my clit like that. 

He leaned back in his chair and I brought my right hand back to my pussie and started working his cumm in, rubbing it all over, pushing it inside of me, working it in so well that as Mr Johnston watched me doing that I had to cumm again. And I did. "Ohhhhhh yesssssss, ohhhhhhhhhh, yesssssssssssss, yessssssssssssss, yesssssssssssssssssss." I moaned. I was so turned on by the way his cock shot all that cum over my pussie that I came two more times.

Mr Johnston's cock was hard again and there was a fire burning in his eyes, he moved my legs off his chair and stood me up, turned me around and leaned me forward onto his desk. 

I felt his cock moving up and down the crack of my ass, then I felt the head of his cock just sitting at the entrance to my pussie. With a long slow push, his cock head became buried inside me. 

He pulled out slowly then pushed all the way back in before starting a wonderful fucking rhythm as his cock enjoyed the tightness of my cunt around it. I could feel his balls, filled again with cum slapping against my butt as he moved in and out of me. 

I parted my legs a little further, reached down and grabbed his balls rubbing them against me, gently pushing them against my clit and then it happened. 

This low moan started building up and getting louder as Mr Johnston moved in and out of me. He reached up with one hand and grabbed my breast while the other hand moved around and started rubbing my clit. He didn't let up, his cock sliding in and out, rubbing my clit, squeezing my breast and then he said "Come on Bec, cumm with me" and with that, my pussie juices gushed all over his cock as it exploded and he shoot his cumm deep inside me as he let out this unforgettable moan of pleasure.

He leaned forward onto my back and kissed my shoulders, my neck and I turned my face and kissed his lips. 

"Rebecca, thank you for making my fantasy come true and thank you for you, you gorgeous woman."

He helped me up, turned me around and helped me get dressed as he tried to dress himself at the same time. We just kept smiling at each other. We shared another long, passionate kiss.

"Rebecca, I have to run these papers and other applications by my colleagues later today. Can you be here at 10 am tomorrow?"

I smiled at him, knowing that I couldn't possibly have a working relationship with this man after what we just shared. 

"Yes, of course I can Mr Johnston." And with that, I grabbed my bag, kissed him one last time and said..."Mr Johnston, I'm so glad I was able to share your fantasy with you because it's always been my fantasy to have an interview exactly like this one. Thank you."

I won't be there at 10am tomorrow and if he wants to reach me, he has all my details on that paperwork I filled out.

Next interview please.



Job Interview for a Slut



Miles Lider raised his brow at the picture in front of him. He wasn't bothered at the next applicant being a woman. What bothered him was the bubblegum. Why was the gum sparkling? Why was her bra showing? Who wears pig tails in their thirties? What sort of person would send a picture without their face in their resume? It all came down to the bubblegum, which was literally a bubble, and it was hiding her whole face. Miles rubbed his forehead, his silver wedding ring scratching skin.

Miles' office was roomy; there was enough space for two file cabinets, a jacket stand, four green plants and even a sink. There was no window. The other problem with the room was the lack of air conditioning, which was attributable to the building's dated design. On a sunny day like this, the coast of California was like a rain forest. Being stuck in this office conducting job interviews was Miles' idea of purgatory. He flipped the pages in the folder before him. Excluding the terrible photo, the woman's resume was oddly clean and succinct. Miles almost suspected someone had written her application and papers for her. 

"Prior employment," he murmured to himself, "waitress... camp instructor... construction worker?"

Each page of the resume was accompanied by a photo of the woman posing in the appropriate work uniform - bubblegum bubble hiding her face.

"Maybe I'm the one who needs to switch jobs," Miles sighed and buried his face in his palm.

Something fell out of the folder. It made no sound as it fell, but Miles felt it touch the sleeve of his suit. He raised his brow, bent down and picked it up. It was a tiny notebook; heart stickers on its cover. Miles opened it and read the first page.

"What in God's name..?" he whispered while staring at scribbled lines that filled page after page.

There was no title entry to explain the lines. The color of the ink varied, which meant the lines were drawn with different pens, possibly on different days. Was she keeping count of something? Miles explored this odd notebook a page at a time. The lines seized appearing on pages after about the halfway mark. They were replaced by numbers, rows and rows of numbers. A realization was dawning in the mind of the 35-year old.

A sudden knock at the door startled the man.

"Hallo! Can I come? Interview times?" a woman at the door asked.

Her blonde pig tails swayed as she tilted her head, grinning giddily. She skipped over the threshold, her football-sized breasts hopping under her white top - she wore no bra.

"S-sure, come on in. Your name was..?" Miles 

asked, suddenly not even remembering her name despite reading it only minutes ago.

"Su-Lee! Nice to meet ya!" the Asian greeted.

Her face was so covered in skin toner that not a single mold was visible. Her features were distinctly Asian, excluding her eyes, which weren't slinted. Her shoulders seemed too broad for a woman, but that was likely due to the padding of her beige-colored suit. Her miniskirt was also beige, which considering her lack of brassiere and star-shaped navel ring, was surprisingly professional-looking. Of course, in context with the rest of the woman's wardrobe, it wasn't enough to disperse a very opposite image. Miles watched the bouncing of her melons and listened to the creak of fabric. Her steps were far too long for her miniskirt, and her skirt naturally rolled up, flashing her panties. Her top, similarly, was barely able to hold her lolling D-cups in shape. As she reached his desk, Miles froze in place: the woman's proudly standing protrusions pushed at the thin fabric, their oppressively red shade showing. The woman's teeth chewed on a pink goo, which she made no effort to hide.

"Hi! Su-Lee!" she said, followed by a pop.

"You, uh, said that. Hello, Su-Lee", Miles said and got up from his char to offer his hand.

The Asian grabbed the hand and shook it with a smile. Her grip had more strength than Miles'.

"I didn't know ya would be black! So sexy!" Su-Lee blurted nonchalantly.

Miles let out a nervous laugh. He was blushing, but thanks to dark shade of his skin, it was barely visible. The woman reacted by raising her brow - her expression turned unreadable. The man felt his heart racing, and he suddenly feared she would notice his pulse through his hand. Nothing happened for an uncounted number of seconds. Then, the little bird loosened her grip, chirped, and nested on the chair in front of it. Miles hurried to follow suit. While sitting down, his mind raced to find an opening topic that would buy him time to recover. The pop of her gum was like a gun sound, and Miles shook in her suit.

"Miss... miss Su-Lee, uhm," he said, stretching his sentence, when an idea dawned on him midway between words, "oh, um, could you remove the gum? Please?"

"Sure thing," she said and gouged the gum from her teeth, then proceeded to gloo it... somewhere.

Miles blinked in surprise. The woman's hand movement suggested she had hidden the pink stuff somewhere. It wasn't under the desk however; that much Miles was sure of.

"What're ya staring, mister sir? My eyes are up here," Su-Lee said with a sunny grin.

"Oh, I'm terribly, terribly sorry-"

"I can show them to ya, if ya want," she said, interrupting Miles' apology, "I really don't mind! It's 40 degrees outside! I'm actually sweating like a pig! Why ya think I have no bra?"

The Asian spoke in a cheerful, panting voice. She smiled jovially while flapping her top's neck opening - did she really only want relief from heat?

"I don't... know. Uh, I mean, I don't mind, but... someone could walk in," Miles stammered.

"I'll lock the door!" Su-Lee said and sprung up her chair.

The little bird flew across the room, shed its feathers as it went, made the door lock sing and returned to her nest. Her jacket sitting in a lonely pile on the carpet, Su-Lee let out a sigh while grabbing her top. She pulled it over her head - Miles was too shocked to utter a word to stop her. The two mammary glands popped out of their flimsy confines, their sheer size causing gravity to pull down their shape. She was soft all over, like an unfinished clay statue, a true mountain of femininity. Her pig tails swayed as she tilted her head from side to side.

"I love a sunny day like this! Makes me wanna skinny-dip into a lake, haha!" she chuckled.

Miles replied with a stiff nod. Being face to face with a pair of breasts was nothing special to a married man. In principle, he didn't feel wrong about letting Su-Lee get comfortable. Even so, hers weren't some run-of-the-mill boobs. For starters, her nipples were stiff as two rock-hard cocks. Secondly, the boobs looked to be carbon copies of each other, which in Miles' experience shouldn't be possible. He blinked and forced his mouth open.

"So, uhum... Would you tell me, in your own words, what previous work have you done?" the man managed to ask.

"I'm, ya know, a model. I like showing my body. It's real pretty, don't ya think? I mean, my ass pays my bills, right? And I like the attention. You like my ass?" Su-Lee asked.

"Your behind is very nice, I am sure."

"I can show it to ya. Want me to moon for you?"

"Uhm, maybe later. Would you tell me more about your modeling?"

"Sure. I go to this studio in the city, right? It's like a block away from my flat. I show them my tits and they take pictures."

"They take..? You mean you're a..?"

"What? I can spell it for you, if ya need. Em o dee ee el. Mo-del. The "e" is silent, by the way."

Miles pretended to be writing notes on some paper. The more he tried to avoid watching Su-Lee's naked chest, the emptier he felt in his stomach. The visage of the baggy mounds fed him with a feeling similar to what he experienced watching old paintings. Her beauty alone was sustenance to the man.

"Yes, thank you for spelling it for me. What about... what else do you do besides... show them your body?" Miles asked.

"Depends really. Sometimes, or like, most of the time I guess, they bring other models too. We, like, pile up, do positions and they picture us. It's not hard exercise, but gets real sweaty!" Su-Lee revealed.

"A-ha. Do you enjoy this line of work?"

"It's pretty cool. I mean, like, I make so many friends with great bodies, it's pretty fun doing shoots with them, then meeting them outside work. We all see the same surgeon, you know? For group discounts, it's good having girlfriends. We've all had our lady bits done, like, custom-made. Worth more pay, ya know, when your pussy's real tiny on the pictures."

"I can imagine... Wait, what?"

"Yah. The photoguys always say, like, it should look untouched, ya know? When it looks tight, boys reading the mags cum harder. They like to look and think it's never been probed, haha!"

"Oh, sorry, did I miss the punchline?"

"Hmm, what?"

"You laughed. You were telling a joke, no?"

"Oh, no! It's just funny, 'cause my pussy looks like a virgin's, but it always gets action."

"Action?"

"Yea, 'cause I'm... can I tell you a secret, sir?"

Miles masked his gulp. As the woman leaned forward, her twin hills jiggled, although just mildly. Every inch that her painted smiling face neared him whipped his heart to pound faster.

"S-sure, I guess you can," he said with a dry mouth.

"I keep a diary how many I've been with. My number, since this morning's shoot, is close to... one hundred and fifteen," Su-Lee whispered.

"One hundred fifteen..?"

"Yah, but that's not counting my girlfriends. I don't count licking or rubbing."

"A-haa. So you have no qualms about... showing your body, nor about having sex with strangers?"

"Makes it more exciting, ya. Oh, and I suck a load here and there."

"I beg your pardon?"

"It's cheaper than a burger. I can, like, skip dinner. There ain't no calories in the fattest of loads. Ye, it helps keep my body from swelling too much!"

"Wait, wait, do you mean to say that you... give out blowjobs? To strangers?"

"Sure, a cock doesn't need a pretty face to be juicy. Want me to blow you?"

"You- what? You would suck me? Just like that?"

"Ya, sure, I skipped breakfast, so I'm kinda hungry. Got a load for me, mister sir?"

"As much as I would, eh... like that... I am very, very much married."

"Oh, we don't even need to touch! I'll just clean after you! Perfect crime, no body!"

She flicked her tongue, gazing at Miles, her moist mouth open. She spread her legs wide apart, exposing her light red panties. A dark, damp line was visible on the fabric. Droplets of sweat slid down her legs. Either the underpants were a size too small, or her clit was erect and throbbing. Truly, everything about her was big. Miles watched her silently, supposedly weighing his options, but not really. He was breathing in her scents, savoring every second with her, his mind void of thought. His hand moved on its own, it had already unzipped his pants. Under the desk it moved, stroking him slowly. His fingers had made their choice, even as he resisted in spirit. The woman saw the restless fidgeting of his arm, but Miles didn't care anymore.

"Playtime, mister Miles sir..?" she whispered while displaying her wriggling little tongue.

The woman closed her crotch and heaved her body from her chair. She rolled up her skirt while walking, her sweaty legs rubbing together, making faint splashy sounds. The only clothing she still wore were her sneakers, their rubber soles creaking, and her soaked panties. She brought with her a breeze of bodily odors - her perfume was mixed with her sweat, the combination so potent, it was the most alluring love potion. Her body, every hole in it, smelled of overflowing natural lubricants. Willing, wet and ready; she walked up to the erect black man with a moist pussy, oozing even from her tiny Asian mouth. All four of her lips were ready to munch on flesh and fluid alike.

Miles felt like fainting, he barely even remembered to breathe anymore. The woman brought her crevices right in front of the man, keeping only half a foot's distance. She playfully stepped on his toes before descending on the floor. She sat down, looking up at him, her painted face radiating, pig tails dancing. Her dripping tentacle of a tongue hadn't withdrawn back in her mouth since walking up to the man. While grabbing side glances of his ominously pulsing cock, she was salivating on to her breasts, shamelessly refusing to swallow her own spit. The transparent liquid pooled between her marinating melons, and she begun rubbing them against each other with her hands. The sounds they made were disgustingly wet, like a boot grinding on mud.

"You think it would be cheating if... shlllrp, mmh... I milked out your boy juices with these?" she asked with a coy voice, raising her breast and slipping her nipple in her mouth mid-sentence.

"Ye-yes, that would be too much. I think the, uh, original p-plan was better," the man uttered.

"You sure, shhlp, mister Miles sir?" she asked a second time, giving her other nipple a lick.

"I... yes, I am sure."

Hearing his answer, Su-Lee's expression melted. She bit her lip anxiously, like a little girl waiting for candy. A growl, like that of a wild animal, echoed in the room. The shameless Asian rubbed her lumpy tummy suggestively, staring into Miles with her twinkling eyes.

"Mmh, is my lunch ready soon? Please? I'm so hungry it hurts," she described, sighing deeply.

While still talking, one of her hands slipped below, sliding behind the last little curtain hiding her lady lips. Inaudible sounds whispered of lewd things happening out of sight. She leaned closer, her nose only inches from touching the man's glans. The hot breeze of her breath caressed the man's fingers and cock.

"Looks so yummy..." she sighed longingly, every syllable like a rain drop.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide open. Her head twitched in sync with her masturbation, growing in intensity every passing minute.

Miles looked down at the dog of a woman, imagining how her family might think of her. It was clear that she had spread her legs to more dicks than most women would in their lifetimes. She was a slut through and through, a slave to the greed and whims of her cunt. She whored herself as she pleased, for money and for free. She showed her body to strangers, had dirty men take pictures of her and publish them in magazines. She perversely reveled in the thought of both middle-aged men and teenage boys blowing their loads ogling her spread-out pussy. There was not a hint of shame on this cockwhore's face. Her makeup was so thick, it was like a mask, one which she likely wore to compensate for the boring, forgettable face under it. So total was her devotion to attract cock, her choice of mascara was absolutely water-proof. It would not melt, no matter how much heat her fat sponge of a body drained from its surroundings. Her dyed hair, sticky and dripping with sweat, held its form incessantly. The one hundred and fifteen men whose cocks this bitch had sucked and humped were still inside her, the polishing work of their dicks showing in her every lump. The aborted souls of the babies she'd pumped out of her womb with morning after pills cried in hell because of her. She was disgusting, godless, the epitome of a dirty, debased cumwhore. There was no telling how many diseases she had contracted. Like a rotting carcass with flies buzzing around her, the woman smelled of piss and ovulation and AIDS. Her attire, unfit for a slut so fat and grotesque, was barely enough to hide the ugliness of her cellulite. So inhumanly ugly she was, she was as much a human as a skinned gorilla. Like a dying elephant shitting its last before jackals gnaw out its eyes and gut, she quivered in despair and hunger. She was pissing on the carpet, her toilet of a mouth like a courtyard of white gravestones. The crazed, lustful gaze of her eyes was void of intelligence, she was more of a pig than a human.

Miles shook his head in exasperation. This fat shameless bitch carried every stone of her form with an unyielding sense of unearned pride. She panted like a dog in heat, oozing cunt juice to accompany the thick pool of piss on the floor. She secreted sweat from every square inch of her carcass. Oodles of spit ran down her jiggling tits and stomach. She sat there naked, blushing, tongue sticking out, offering her digestive system to act as a processing plant for the man's cock milk. Suddenly she begun fidgeting, barely squealing a reaction; a routine orgasm untapped her pussy, and a torrent of revolting juices spat to the floor. She wheezed and sighed, pupils turning wide like she was on drugs.

The pressure in Miles' balls became too much. The gush of jizz jumped up his urethra, its spear head piercing the woman's tongue - she didn't dodge, tilt back, just barely flinched. The load was like a bullet flying in slow motion, the slimy trail painting her chin even paler than it already was. Su-Lee stood her ground firmly, her vast sexual experience becoming more apparent by the second. Cum flowed freely into the toilet, like a swarm of flies to a lump of honey. Her grin sliced her face in half, eyes wet with freely-running tears. The snowball in her mouth melted quickly, forming a sea of milk, in the middle of which her tongue protruded, like some dead island. Runaway lines of cum tucked in her nostrils, giving her a runny mustache.

"Ahh, hohh, ya came ho hald, Ailes," Su-Lee gasped, not swallowing his well-earned prize.

Miles stared down at the woman for a second, then sprung up his chair. His dick, still pumping out trickles, still standing hard, was pointing right at her. Su-Lee bent her neck backwards, her hole hanging open. The large, bald, black man towered high above her, his flesh sword wet with human excretions. Su-Lee gazed right back at the brown, flaming eyes of her interviewer. She squeezed her boobs between her arms, jiggled them playfully and sighed in a pronounced manner. She closed her eyelids and gulped loudly, the fat load sliding down her throat without a hitch.

"Oh, oopsie. Did ya wanna watch longer?" she chuckled teasingly.

"Bend over," Miles groaned.

The Asian lowered her painted brows. The deep tone of the man's voice emitted a determined, authoritarian will to dominate. As she got down on all-fours to turn her body around, she flashed a solemn, victorious smirk. She pointed her ass upwards, not even removing the panties now clinging to her slit. She uttered not a word more, but wiggled her ass girlishly, sending a clear message to the rock-hard cock behind it. 

"Come and conquer me," her body said. Miles heard her loud and clear.

So wet was her cunt reeling from her previous orgasm, it needed only a single thrust to be stuffed. Miles entered her deepest point with ease, filled her with no sense of exploration. He rammed into her, butt cheeks flapping, then withdrew and rammed her again. His motions were made easy only due to the lubrication, but her tightness was actually overwhelming. Her abdominal muscles were far sterner than they looked. The little ribs and bumps of her tunnel massaged his shaft hungrily. Considering her unparalleled experience, it was surprising how powerful the grip of her pussy was. For a little while the Asian just stood there like an object, but then suddenly, she started moving. After two or so awkward pushes, she matched his rhythm perfectly. Miles grabbed her hips and fucked her, like a horse. Throughout all their pumping, the woman didn't scream a single note. Her ass flapped more loudly than she sighed. Her restless fingers played with her pink clit, the uneven stimulation prompting sudden convulsions of her tunnel. It was too much for the man who could feel his climax encroaching.

"Y-you... how you want it?! How, tell me now!" Miles growled.

"In! In! Let it out and cream me like a man!" Su-Lee yelled back.

"You better be on fucking the pill!" he exhaled and pumped his last, long strokes to ensure his seed would reach the woman's womb.




Job Interview for a Slut



His hips locked in, his upper body bent forward, his breath was in her neck. He felt his urethra turn into a hose, a jet of juice flowing into the Asian uninterrupted. Su-Lee's body accepted the very last drop of baby cream his balls had in stock. Her drooling mouth-pussy let out a fart, a freely running stream of saliva adding thickness to the stinking puddle her cheek rested on. Her cunts, both of them, were finally silent.

Miles slumped next to the woman, not possessing the strength to even break intercourse. He could hear Su-Lee purring.

"You, uh... I don't think I can hire you, miss. I would end up... my wife... I can't leave her," Miles uttered.

Su-Lee giggled. She nuzzled her pussy on the man's limp member, like giving it a kiss, then pulled her ass away. She sat up briskly and reached for the table, grabbing something tiny. Miles watched from the floor, a dump-founded expression on his black face.

"What are you... doing?" the man asked.

"I only wanted to fuck whoever would be here. Welcome to the list, mister Miles!" Su-Lee grinned and drew a line into her notebook.

"Slut," Miles groaned.

"Haha, thanks! I try!"

The man pulled his body up, shaking his throbbing head from side to side. He felt a headache coming. He stared straight at the woman. She returned her gaze, brows raised, looking confused for the first time since their encounter begun. Miles leaned forward and took her hand. She didn't resist. The man raised her hand in level with his face and kissed the knuckles.

"Thank you," he said.

"Oh, you don't need to... I know I'm good," Su-Lee said, blushing.

"You are. Thank you," he said, meaning every word.

Empty of desire, orgasm still tingling on his skin, Miles devoured the woman's beauty with his eyes. Had her lips not been oozing cock milk, he might have kissed her.



Job Interview With a Twist



This is the sequel to my previous submission, Show & Tell Dinner. If you like this story I would suggest reading the first one as well. I have a few sequels for this story to follow in the future. Thanks for you votes.

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The front bell jingled as someone entered the office on the sunny Saturday. I could only think of one person who might come in at that time. I walked out of the conference room where I'd been preparing some paperwork and saw Alice standing nervously by the front door. "Come on in!" I yelled and waved her out of the small waiting room where we detain our clients.

Her smile was warm, but tainted by slight nervousness. We met halfway across the front room to shake hands. "Glad you could make it," I told her, letting warmth seep from my voice.

She tucked some loose strands of hair behind her ear. "Thanks for seeing me on a Saturday."

"Not a problem. It's good to see what this office looks like on a weekend every once in a while, anyway."

I escorted her through the front room that acted as the secretarial office and down a short hallway to the conference room. I had had the interior decorated with a glass top conference table. The chairs were metal framework with soft cloth stretching across them. Arranged in one corner away from the table were a set of recliners and a couch. Along the far wall stretched a few cabinets, a sink, and a small refrigerator.

"Well," I said, motioning towards the conference table where I had a pile of papers waiting, "Shall we get started?"

Her shoulders bunched tightly enough that I could feel my shoulders tightening in sympathy. I pulled a seat back for her. She took it and barely breathed a thanks.

I took a seat at the end of the table. Her chair was the first on my right, so we could face each other without being straight across from each other. "Okay. There's one important matter I want to get out of the way first." She turned large wide doe eyes to me. "That is: relax. Take a deep breath. I'm not here to interrogate you. I just want to learn more about you. Almost like a date, except without the excitement of wondering when I'm going to kiss you."

Alice smiled a little, her shoulders relaxing with the fading tension. I began again, "Okay. Now we can get started. Do you know what we do here and what your duties would be if you worked here?" She shook her head and I explained. I watched her reactions as I did so, trying to read her. Watch her reaction to specific words. Learn more about her through her body language than she'd be able to tell me.

The rest of the interview went well. The more we talked, the more she relaxed. True to my word, I stayed professional, only asking questions relating to work and the interview at hand. Alice and I were winding down when the front bell jingled. I didn't get up, figuring it was just the mailman dropping a package into the unlocked entryway. Presently Katie appeared in the doorway holding a pizza box over her shoulder, waitress style. I glanced down her gorgeous frame to find it clad in a thin white t-shirt and dark blue, skin tight shorts. Her legs were bare, except for the high heels on her feet. I was starting to think she wore heels for jogging.

"Hi Katie. I believe you and Alice met last night."

Katie approached and extended her free hand in greeting. "Not officially. I'm Katie. It's nice to see you again."

We both noticed Alice's eyes sliding down Katie's body as she replied, "Likewise."

Katie gave me a knowing wink and set the pizza box on the table. "I brought pizza. I figured you two would probably be hungry after all that talking."

I smiled at her. Letting my eyes rest against her breasts where she was taking quite some time to set the box down. Apparently she had decided to go braless. Her tits hung heavily from her chest, the nipples poking against the fabric of the t-shirt.

She straightened. I cleared my throat before talking. "Yes, thank you. I was just about to invite Alice out for lunch, anyway."

I was in the cupboards retrieving some paper plates when Alice answered, "Oh, thank you. But I ate before I came. I was too nervous to not eat."

"Nervous?" Katie asked, placing a couple of slices on each plate. "What in the world were you nervous about?"

"I don't know. Just the chance at the best job of my life so far, I guess. I've never worked in an office before."

"Well, you can relax, 'cause there's nothing to it. Especially with a boss like Kyle that's such a push over." Katie gave Alice a mischievous grin. Without taking her eyes off Alice she slid a hand down my body from chest to waist, her fingers lingering at the button of my pants.

"Push over, huh?" I rumbled. "I think it's about time I gave you some extra work load."

Katie's eyes sparkled with a grin, even as she threw her hands up in mock exasperation. "Oh no, anything but that. I'd hate to work harder for your load."

We both laughed, settling into the couch with our slices of pizza. Alice joined us on a chair nearby. "Will that be expected of me if I work for you?"

"What's that?" I asked.

"That I also work for your load?" her eyes dropped to my groin for emphasis.

I was quick to respond. "No, not at all. I don't hire people based on their ability to sexually please me. Katie worked for me for over a year before we decided to make our relationship a little more than boss/secretary."

Alice nodded slowly. "Good. Because I don't think I could work here if it was expected of me."

"You didn't shy away from his exposure last night, though," Katie added.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I just don't want to work in a place where sex is expected of me. I want to be able to get my kicks my way, without fear of losing my job."

"That isn't going to be a problem," I told her. "This is a place of business after all, not my private harem. As long as you get your work done, and on time, I don't care what you do. I really don't care how you get it done, either, as long as it gets done on time and professionally."

"It's a really good job. Kyle's true to his word, so you'll have a lot of freedom here."

Alice looked thoughtful. "Alright, I'm hooked. When can I start?"

"As soon as you're ready."

"I can't start this week. I'd be dumping my shifts on the other waitresses, and I've had that happen to me too many times to do it to someone else. Can I start a week from this Monday? Would that be alright?"

I nodded. "Sure, that'd be fine."

"Yes, it would," Katie added, sliding her eyes up and down Alice's body.

"What should I wear? I mean, I've never really worked in an office before."

I explained, "Anything professional, preferably with a skirt. The fashion is up to you, as long as you look good."

Alice chewed her lip, "I don't own any skirts. At least, not that I could wear here, fitting your description." My mind mulled that information, flicking through visions of her in tight skimpy skirts. "I'll have to go shopping for new clothes, I guess."

Instantly Katie fixed me with her gaze, a large smile spreading under her shining eyes. "Uh oh. What now?" I asked, already sure of the answer.

Katie slid closer to me, rubbing her hand over the inside of my knee. Her voice was husky as she told me, "I'll take her shopping if you want, but on one condition."

"Maybe. What's the condition?"

"That you pay for everything we buy."

I laughed. "I see. And what do I get for the cost?"

She leaned in closer to me, resting her head against my shoulder. "We'll show you everything we buy."

"That was to be expected. What else are you going to give me?"

Her hand rubbed against my chest. "What would you like?"

"Before you start adding Alice into your negotiations, you'd better ask her if it's okay with her."

We both turned to Alice, who was looking at us with confusion. "I don't know. How much will I be able to spend?" I told her, it was roughly triple what I'd given Katie the day before. Alice's eyes opened wide. "What exactly do you do around here? It isn't illegal is it?"

I chuckled. "No, it's not illegal. I'm just very good at making money."

"What do you say, Alice? Care to go shopping with me on his expense?"

Alice didn't hesitate long before nodding. "Alright, here's my conditions." I had to negotiate something good for the amount of money I was giving them. "I get to see everything you buy. You pose exactly as I want and do exactly what I want while in the new clothes." I looked at the girls and they both nodded. "Second, you have to show me at least one outfit before Alice starts working, to make sure your tastes are on track." Again they nodded. "Third, I want a down payment to make sure I'm really going to get my money's worth."

Katie smiled and rubbed her hand across my stomach. Alice, however, furrowed her brow at me. "What kind of down payment."

Katie answered, "Why honey, I think he wants to make sure we'll be able to deliver our end of the bargain." Her hand slid to my groin, her fingers lightly playing against my balls.

"Oh, I see. I'd like to see this money in my hand first, though. To make sure I'm not being strung along."

"Fair enough," I said, rising from the couch. I was sorry to leave the range of Katie's attentive hands, but I had to go to the office to retrieve the cash. I took my time rummaging around in my office, hoping the two girls were getting to know each other better. When I returned I found out just how much hopes can come true.

I reentered the conference room to find the two girls in the chair together. They were pressed together in a deep kiss, their tongues hot in each others' mouths. Their hands caressed each other, sliding up and down their bodies, touching face, arm, shoulder, and thigh. I laid the money on the coffee table and retook my seat on the couch.

They heard me sit down and broke the kiss. I pointed to the pile of cash and Alice's eyes opened wide. "I thought you were joking. I never thought you'd have that kind of money laying around."

"I usually don't, but this has been a strange week all around. So how about it? Time for my prepayment?"

Katie looked lustily into Alice's eyes. Fixing me with the same eyes she told me, "Take your pants off first. We want to see your reactions."

"I don't think it's my reaction you're interested in. More like my erection."

"Are you complaining?"

I shrugged and stood by way of response. I unzipped my slacks and they were soon pooled around my ankles. I stepped out of them and threw my underwear on top of the pants. When I looked up both girls were looking at the meat dangling between my legs. "Is there a problem?" I asked.

Alice answered first, "No. No, not at all. I was just wondering how much you can cum at one time."

I looked down self consciously. "Why's that?"

"You're balls are huge, and I have a real cum fetish. No offence, but if guys couldn't spew sperm, I would've gone all girl a long time ago. It's hard to find a guy that can satisfy my tastes."

"Why don't you see if you can satisfy me, and I'll see if I can satisfy you."

She gave me a wicked smile that Katie mirrored. They rose like cats from the chair. I took my seat on the couch to enjoy the show. I lifted my cock and balls as I crossed my ankles on top of the coffee table, setting them down on my thighs once I was comfortable. I crossed my arms behind my head to give the girls a clear view at my groin and natural reactions.

They smiled and turned into each other, pressing their bodies against each other. Katie leaned down the few inches to meet Alice's face and once again entered into a long sensuous kiss. Their arms wrapped around each other, embracing each other tightly. Soon, their hands were wandering up and down each others' backs. Alice's hands finally found Katie's neck and gently kneaded the flesh there. Katie cooed softly into their kiss at the touch. Her own hands found the bottom of Alice's shirt. In one long pull involving a little arm raising from Alice, the shirt was up and off of Alice.

Katie wrapped a hand around each bra clad breast. Her eyes slid my way as her mouth descended and started sucking in pieces of the white flesh. To show my approval I flexed my pelvic muscle, causing my cock to bounce briefly. She smiled and the bra was off. Alice leaned back and closed her eyes as Katie pulled first one dark nipple, and then the other into her mouth. Katie straightened from her work. They embraced each other again, kissing deeply.

Alice hooked her fingers into Katie's t-shirt. Moments later it was off, Katie's full breasts dangling against Alice's tight tits. They kissed again, their tongues thrusting through the gulf between them and into their open mouths. Alice wiggled her naked torso against Katie. Katie responded by shaking her chest, rubbing their tits together. I could see both their nipples stiff and poking into the womanly flesh of the other.

Alice reached around Katie and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her in tight. Their kiss became more urgent as Alice's lust grew. Alice's pants came off, shortly followed by Katie's shorts. They now stood against each other. Katie was naked, not having worn anything under her outer layer of clothing. Alice stood in a satiny pair of pink bikinis. Alice was ready to pull the last piece of clothing between them off when Katie stopped her. I could hear her whisper into Alice's ear, "Not yet. He likes panties."

Alice turned to me. She looked startled, like she'd forgotten I was in the room. Her eyes instantly dropped to my rod, already full and stiff. Katie kissed against her neck while Alice stared at my groin.

I patted the seat next to me and indicated that Alice should come join me. She walked towards me slowly. I watched her hips as they swung, turning the skimpy fabric that hid her pussy from me. I pulled my feet off the coffee table, setting them on the ground as far apart as was comfortable. Alice kneeled in front of me. She reached out with her hands and gripped my shaft, needing to use both hands to encircle its girth.

Her eyes never left my meat as she kissed the head gently. I sighed encouragement. Her hands and tongue moved in concert up and down my shaft, eliciting small sighs from me. Katie curled up on the couch next to me. She pressed close. I could feel the heat from her body where her silken skin touched mine. She gently ran a hand through Alice's hair while she watched her work her ministrations.

I leaned over the short distance required and placed my lips against Katie's toned neck. I worked kisses up and down her neck and shoulder, eventually adding a hand at her breast. She moaned her pleasure as I worked. When Alice slid her mouth from the head of my cock to suckle my balls Katie sat up on her knees. She faced away from me and threw a leg over my hips. I could see Alice smiling as Katie's cunt descended towards my cock.

Alice held my prick in position until I could feel Katie's wet opening enveloping the head. Katie pushed down slowly, stuffing my cock into her tight cunt with slow tenderness. Alice watched transfixed as I speared Katie, first spreading her labia, and then pushing through into her moist interior.

Finally Katie hit bottom. She wiggled her hips a little to make sure. Then she lifted with the same tortured slowness. I had to take deep slow breaths to restrain myself from bucking up into her. As she descended the second time I felt Alice pull one of my balls into her mouth. I just about came right then. The feeling of penetration coupled with the manipulation of my sac was intense.

As Katie neared bottom the mouth left my sac to be replaced with a hand. Once Katie was fully impaled she inhaled sharply. She let out a loud pleasurable moan and lifted off of me, faster this time. "Oh yeah!" she breathed, pushing back down. "Suck my clit! That feels so good. Suck my clit as his cock fills me! Oh yeah."

As she gushed commands to Alice her speed increased. Within minutes she was pounding into me hard enough that I could feel my balls jiggle in Alice's hand. I had to concentrate not to burst. I didn't have to concentrate long, though. Katie let out a loud scream and began bucking out of rhythm on my shaft as orgasmic waves pulsed through her body. Alice's tongue flicked wildly over my cock as Katie's cunt squirted her cum over it.

I was sweating and clenching my teeth in the effort to not cum before Katie was done. When the orgasm finally left her she slid off of my lap and curled up on the seat beside me. Alice, however, continued licking my shaft, cleaning the last of Katie's juices from my slickened prick.

I smiled down at Alice. Her answering smile was lewd and obscene with her tongue sticking out to lick my shaft. "You want my cum? How about I cum on those little panties of yours. To give you something to remember me."

I stood up and moved over out of the way, telling her to take my seat on the couch. I spread her legs with my knees and then kneeled before her, gazing into the smooth pantied crotch. I slid my hands along the inside of her thighs lovingly, worshipping her pantied pussy with my eyes. Lightly I brushed my fingers against her cunt. I could feel her juices making the satiny material hot and slippery against her vagina. Finally I leaned in and placed a light sucking kiss against the inside of her thigh. She let out a moan of encouragement.

My kisses became longer and deeper, each one pulling more and more flesh in my mouth. I flicked my tongue out and traced the hem of the panties at her crotch, feeling her hairless groin with my tongue. I flattened my tongue and pressed it full against her super heated pussy. I could feel the panties squish between my tongue and her opened wetness.

Looking up I found that Katie had recovered and was now snuggling against Alice. Her body was pressed against Alice's in a deep kiss. Their hands roamed each other, paying special attention to their breasts and nipples. Pulling Alice's panties aside I smelled deeply of her musk before sliding my tongue against her labia. She moaned lustily into Katie's mouth. I licked the other labia with the same effect.

Placing my tongue against the base of her slit I slowly slid up along the silken smoothness of her sex until I reached the clit. Pulling back I probed my tongue directly into the center of her pussy, her labia spreading for me as I tasted her sweet juices. I moved my tongue up and found her clit, lightly flicking across the engorged pleasure nub.

She was flowing freely now and my tongue lapped at the precious fluids. She was moaning loudly, openly squirming her hips against my face. Pulling my face away from her cunt I straightened. Alice broke her kiss with Katie to see what the problem was, only to find me sliding the tip of my cock up and down her slit. "I haven't been fucked by a real cock in a long time. Make it good."

Katie answered for me as I pushed into Alice's slick hole. "He will. It always feels good." With a last effort I fully penetrated Alice's pussy, her cunt squeezed around my shaft. "Doesn't that feel so big? Don't you feel so full?"

Alice didn't respond immediately, but simply moaned, concentrating on my penetration. I started pushing in and out. After only a few repetitions she told me to stop. "In my ass. I want it in my ass."

I looked down at my thick shaft buried in her pussy with doubt. "Are you sure? Will I hurt you?"

"I don't care, just do it."

I shrugged. What a beautiful woman wants, she gets. For now, anyway. I pulled out of her pussy reluctantly. She scooted forward on the couch, just hanging the bottom of her ass off the cushion. She pulled her legs back, holding her right leg while Katie held her left. Katie tilted her head to the inside to have a better view of my penetration. I shoved a finger into Alice's pussy, wiggled it around in her juices, pulled her panties farther to the side, and then shoved my finger into her asshole. She moaned, but to my surprise her ass wasn't as tight as I thought. Apparently she was quite used to anal stimulation. I stuffed my cock into her cunt one more time, only to pull it out and place it against the puckered rim of her anus. Her eyes locked on mine as I pushed into her.




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Her eyes showed slight pain as I pressed into her. At first her ass offered tight resistance to its violation. After I backed off slightly I pushed in again. I was rewarded with a slight popping sensation as her sphincter widened to let me slip inside. I worked back and forth a few times, slowly loosening her ass to take my full width and girth. Never taking my eyes from hers I pulled out to run my cock into her cunt again for more lubrication.

Once I was fully buried in her ass the look of pain left Alice's eyes. The pain was replaced with lust as her eyes screamed for me to fuck her. I pulled out to slam back in. Her mouth flew open with lust and pain even as her breasts jiggled from the impact. I pulled back out and repeated the process, faster this time.

My cock rammed her as I slipped a hand to her sopping pussy. I stroked the labia lovingly before inserting my middle finger. Finding the fit loose after being spread by my cock I added two more fingers. My three fingers fucked her cunt while my cock reamed her ass. Katie began licking and kissing Alice's breasts. Pulling the firm flesh into her mouth, sucking on each nipple alternately.

Katie reached down and found Alice's clit, rubbing it between her fingers. Alice began to shudder. Her eyes never left mine as she began her orgasm. I added my pinkie to the fingers in her cunt and the shuddering came harder. I increased the speed of my cock in her ass, my balls bouncing against the couch cushion with each stroke.

Her shuddering finally became too much. Alice's eyes snapped shut as the orgasm took over in earnest. My fingers in her cunt were spread and compressed as her pussy convulsed wildly. Her sphincter squeezed at my cock where it penetrated her. Katie was flicking her tongue across Alice's nipples in rapid strokes.

Alice came long and hard. With each pulse of her orgasm it became harder to keep mine at bay. I could feel my balls tightening, pulling up against my body as they prepared their load. She wasn't finished cumming when the tingling over took my genitals. I pulled Alice's panties back into place over her pussy and warned Katie to move her hand. With one last thrust I was ready. I pulled out just in time to fire a thick load onto her panties. I gripped my shaft with my hand as I pumped another thick gout of cum onto her panties. The third spurt launched itself in a strong burst, landing in a thick line from her navel to the waistband of her panties.

The girls watched as I poured the contents of my balls over Alice's stomach and groin. By the time I was done spewing my cum, Alice's panties were absolutely soaked. Between Alice's pulsing gushes from the interior and my scouring sperm from the outside there wasn't a dry spot on her panties.

Alice was weak as a kitten. Her orgasm had left her worn and spent. She lay still as cum rolled down her thighs and stomach. Katie stopped one rivulet of sperm as it rolled down Alice's side toward the couch. She scooped it up with her finger and pushed it into Alice's mouth. Alice sucked at it with a satisfied moan and smile.

I took a seat on the couch next to Alice and across from Katie. I relaxed my own orgasm bleary head against the back of the couch to watch as Katie finger fed my cum to Alice. Alice sucked at each deposit as if she were a new born suckling at its mother's teat. Finally the last of the cum was cleaned from Alice's stomach and she rested, a contented smile on her face.

Katie looked at me and used a sexy teasing voice to say, "I forgot to save some for myself. Now I don't know what it tastes like, either." A wicked smile played on her lips as she leaned across Alice to put her face in my lap.

She took the sensitive tip of my limp cock into her mouth slowly. Lovingly she rubbed her tongue up and down the softened length, washing our juices from my member. I was just starting to restiffen when she pulled back. I groaned my slight dissatisfaction.

"Sounds like you want more." I nodded an affirmitive. "What do you think, Alice? Should we give it to him?"

She looked at my growing member. "Only if he can shoot another huge load for us. Can you shoot another big load for us, Kyle?"

"For you two, I'll cum like a fire hose."

"Hop up here, then, fireman. Put out our fires." Katie patted the back of the couch. I rose and seated myself on the back of the couch, leaning my back against the wall. Katie climbed over Alice, genrously rubbing her body against Alice's in the process. Then she was before me.

She grabbed the shaft of my cock in her hand before wrapping her mouth around the head. Her tongue slid against the sensitive underside of my cock causing me to gasp with pleasure. Alice slid next to Katie to join in. She sucked one of my balls into her mouth while her hand played with the sensitive area under my genitals.

I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall, enjoying the ministrations of the two girls. I relaxed completely. There wasn't any rush to cum, and I knew the longer it took the more I would have for them. Besides, the way their hands and mouths were working me, I knew I wouldn't last too long.

It didn't either. They alternated turns, first one sucking my cock into her mouth, and then the other. While one was busy on my cockhead, the other was licking and sucking the base. The whole time, at least one hand was on my shaft, pumping me towards orgasm.

I don't know how long it took for them to get me off, but it wasn't long enough by my accounts. I tried to prolong the wonderful attentions, but the girls were experts, and getting better together with every passing minute. Finally my pores opened up as my balls tightened against my groin. I could here one of them say, "Here it comes."

Opening my eyes I watched as my first blast escaped from my prick. The girls were pressed cheek to cheek, each with a hand on my shaft and a hand on my balls. My first jet of hot semen splattered on their faces. They stroked my cock and massaged my balls magnificently, coercing spurt after spurt of cum from me. Sperm splattered on their faces and lips, only to drip down to their breasts and stomachs. Even watching them take load after load made me cum harder. I felt like I would never stop. Their hands stroked me until I had nothing left. Even as the last of my spurts fired weakly they moved in to suck my cock hole, drawing the last of my jizm from me with their greedy mouths.

The girls looked magnificent. Their faces were absolutely coated in white sticky fluid. Large drops clung to their breasts like pearls.

Finally finished milking me they turned to look at each other. They only took a short glance before locking together in a deep sensuous kiss. That kiss swiftly spread from their lips like wild fire. They sucked hungrily at each others flesh, licking my pearls of jizm from each other.

As their mouths explored each others upper bodies, their hands wandered below the waist. Their hands alternated between squeezing their ass cheeks and rubbing pussies, just as their mouths took turns working neck, chest, and tits. I had a wondrous sight as the two vixens worked each other to orgasm by hand and mouth.

I slid from my perch on the back of the couch to take a seat behind Katie. I leaned into her back and added my kisses to her neck while my hands found their way around her to stroke and caress both Alice and Katie. Once I added myself into the fray of sucking mouths and rubbing hands the girls brought each other to orgasm. First Katie, and then Alice, each shivering against each other while I wrapped my arms around them.

We collapsed together into the couch, regaining our breath. It was several minutes before Katie broke the silence. "When do you want to go shopping, Alice?"

"Soon," she mumbled from where her head rested on Katie's shoulder. Sleep and fatigue clung to the edges of her soft voice.

"Tomorrow?"

"I have to work in the morning."

"That's fine. I'll pick you up at five."

"Alright."

Done talking, we fell asleep for a short while.