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The Job Interview

By: sgrspc69er



I was desperate. I had been working as a waitress in a greasy spoon restaurant for six months and was getting further in debt with minimum wage and lousy tips. Sure, the guys liked to grab my ass and look down my front when I bent over but when it came to tipping I was lucky to get a quarter.

I had seen the ad in the paper for some time and suspected it was for strippers or as they preferred to call it "Erotic Dancers". Finally in desperation I called the number and made an appointment for an audition.

I knew as a stripper I would have to get naked on stage in front of a bunch of horny men but thought I could live with that. I did love dancing and had the kind of body men liked, 38C breasts but a thin waist and small butt.

When I got to the address for the interview I found it was an old warehouse building. There was a homemade sign on the door advising Starlight Enterprises was on the second floor. I entered the building and made my way up the littered stairway to the door marked Starlight. 

I knocked on the door; a rough voice shouted, "Come in."

Entering the office I found it to be very sparsely furnished. Just a solitary desk and some steel shelving holding several cardboard boxes. A heavily built man in about his forties sat behind the desk.

"Hi, I'm Steve." He introduced himself.

I approached the desk and introduced myself.

"So you would like to make some money?" Steve asked.

I told him I was desperate to earn some cash to get out of debt.

"Take your top off." He ordered.

I was shocked by the suddenness of his request. "Now, right here?"

"Do you want to make money or not? I have no time to fool around." He demanded.

Timidly I pulled my top off over my head revealing my well-filled cotton bra.

"The bra too." Steve ordered. 

Afraid to anger him further I reached behind my back and unfasten my bra. I brought the bra forward with my hands allowing my breasts to tumble into Steve's view.

"Not bad, now your jeans." He said as he admired my bare breasts.

My hands trembled as I unfastened my blue jeans and peeled them down over my hips and stepped out of them. I folded my jeans and placed them over the back of the chair with my top and bra.

"The panties too." 

I felt the tears begin to form in my eyes as I removed my panties and showed this stranger my totally naked body.

"You will have to do something with that bush, come over here."

Slowly I approached his desk.

"How are you at sucking cocks?" he asked.

"Excuse me?" I was shocked at his question.

"Sucking cocks, are you any good? Let's not waste time." Steve impatiently continued.

"I don't know." 

"Get over here." Steve demanded getting his cock out. "Kneel." He ordered producing a huge erection. Obediently I did as instructed.

"OK, suck it!" he demanded.

Once more I hesitated, "Either suck it or get out of here." He said.

I had gone so far as to humiliate myself by getting naked for this brute and I was in desperate need for money, timidly I reached out and took his threatening erection into my hand.

I closed by eyes as I passed it between my lips, my mouth open as wide as possible so it would not touch me. Finally I closed my mouth, my lips sealing around the girth of his hard shaft. His member came to rest on my tongue feeling like a log of hard rubber. I inhaled deeply as my tongue began to work.

"C'mon, I'm not your boyfriend, suck it!" Steve demanded.

I could feel the blood pulsing through Steve's erection as I began sucking with vigor. His cock responded to my efforts, quivering in my mouth as I brought him to ejaculation. One, two, three powerful spurts of thick salty cream flooded my mouth, drenching my teeth and tongue with his vile sperm.

"Swallow it Baby!" he demanded.

I allowed his crud to slid down my throat like a large glob of mucus leaving its repulsive taste contaminating my mouth.

"Good girl." He said withdrawing his spent cock from my mouth. "Sit on the desk and open your legs." 

I was now under his control and did as he requested. Shyly my right hand covered my open pussy.

"Move your hand."

Once more I complied allowing him to see my exposed clitoris. 

"Reach into the top drawer and get out a condom." Steve ordered.

"You're not going to fuck me?" I sobbed.

"Do as I say." He demanded.

"Now put it on my cock." 

I fumbled sobbing as I took the condom from its wrapper and took Steve's semi-erect cock in my hand. I struggled to roll it down over his stiffening member.

"Now lay back." He ordered when I had completed my task.

Closing my eyes I did as he demanded and waited to be invaded in my most intimate space by his rogue cock.

There was no love or tenderness in Steve's insertion, just a uncaring ramming of his meat into me. Fortunately I had been fairly active sexually and was able to accommodate him without undo discomfort. Once he fully occupied me he grabbed my open thighs and began his rhythmic thrusts and withdrawals into my ever-widening gap. In and out, my attacker moaned and grunted as he used my body for his pleasure. He must have found me pleasing because he quickly stiffened as he achieved another climax, this time deep within my womb. 

"Oh fuck Baby, I needed that!" he moaned as he filled the condom with his slime.

To further humiliate me he ordered me to remove the cum sodden condom from his spent cock and suck the contents into my mouth. I was too far committed I did as he asked.

"Get dressed, I will give you a call." He said dismissing me.

I quickly dressed and left uncertain if I would ever receive a call from him. 

The Job Interview



Erica resolutely dialed Vickie's number. The manager of the Toy Shoppe would not have given Erica her cell number and job offer if she hadn't been serious. After three rings, Erica was about to hang up when Vickie, somewhat out of breath, answered. "This is Vickie," she said sexily. Erica was afraid she had interrupted something, but spoke anyway. 

"Vickie, this is Erica. I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"Oh my goodness no!" replied Vickie. "In fact, I was just thinking about you....again. I've fucked myself silly today remembering our little meeting last week. One of the perks of managing an adult toy store is the chance to try new products, and believe me, I've tried quite a few since I saw you last! I've just cum on a big black dildo remembering how sweet your pussy tastes. I hope you've considered my job offer."

Listening to Vickie's honey-smooth voice got Erica's juices flowing, and as she started to tell Vickie the reason for her call, she slipped her hand between her legs and began stroking her lips. "That's what I called about. What do I need to do?'

Vickie squealed with delight. "Come by the store tomorrow and fill out a resume. I'm sure you will impress the rest of the staff. Will 3:00 be OK?"

"Sure," said Erica. "I'll be there!"

Erica really began to get busy with her fingers and rabbit, and gave herself two fantastic climaxes in a matter of minutes. Boy, Vickie sure knew how to punch her buttons.

The next afternoon found Erica in the parking lot of the adult entertainment complex at 2:45. "One day I'll try the strip club," she said to herself as she walked to the door of the Toy Shoppe. As usual, her tits were free to brush against her top and keep her slightly aroused. Today's top was a tank top that was snug enough to encase her breasts, but allowed them to move if she walked fast. Her miniskirt was a little shorter than usual, coming only just past her asscheeks.

She opened the door and didn't see anyone, but a voice from one side said, "Hi! Welcome to the Toy Shoppe."

Erica located the voice as a very pretty face began to appear from behind a display case. The face was connected to a beautiful pair of shoulders, and as the salesgirl stood up, Erica could not believe her eyes. The girl was only about five-feet two, with slim hips, but the largest tits Erica had ever seen on such a small girl. The entire package was encased in what appeared to be a black, very tight one-piece swimsuit, with a white miniskirt. Erica could swear she could make out the girl's nipples. "I'm Lisa," said the girl, and started around the end of the display case. "I'm Erica," she said as they shook hands. The motion caused Lisa's tits to bounce seductively.

"Oh, you're the new hire," exclaimed Lisa.

"Well, I hope so," replied Erica.

At that moment, Vickie entered the shop from her office and told both girls, "She's not hired yet. She has to fill out a resume and perform the physical." Erica was perplexed, and Lisa smirked. "Let's go into the office and get started," said Vickie as she took Erica by the hand and led her to the office.

Today, Vickie was dressed in a gorgeous red minidress, with a halter-style top, which tried in vain to contain her breasts. Erica could not help but let her mind wander as she followed Vickie into the office. There was that tall desk again. "Have a seat," said Vickie, as she sat down and rolled her chair to the edge of the desk, where she began to fill out a form. Erica's name, age, education, work experience-all the usual questions were answered quickly. She was thinking this was quick, when Vickie spoke into the intercom. "Frank, would you come in here please?" 

Frank, who Erica had seen out front on her previous visit to the shop entered through a door Erica had not seen. "Erica, this is my husband Frank. I think you two met the other day."

"Hello Erica," said Frank as he extended his hand. Erica took his hand and felt an electric surge throughout her body. She thought, "I wonder if he saw Vickie eat me out last week." 

As if he was reading her mind, Frank said, "We video everything that goes on both here and in the store, not only for security, but for 'historical' reasons!"

When Erica blushed slightly, Vickie came to her rescue. "Honey, Frank and I are very forward thinking in our marriage. We both enjoy undying love for each other, but we also know that lust is often a spur-of-the-moment thing. Sex is sex. Love is love. We happily enjoy both!" She got up, strode around the desk and gave Frank a long, sexy kiss and ended up by stroking his hardening cock that was erecting a tent in his trousers. 

"Erica has completed the application and all we have left is the performance section of the interview," said Vickie.

"Erica, I know you have wondered about the height of this desk. Well, Frank or I 'entertain' salespeople in here occasionally and the desk helps keep things at the proper level. I'll show you. Come around here." 

Erica went around the desk and saw Vickie on her knees, facing the chair she had just vacated. "Sometimes, we play with the salespeople, sometimes we play with each other, and sometimes, we play with both! Get down here and remember, this is part of the interview."

Vickie moved out of the space beneath the desk, and Erica crawled in. Frank took the chair, and Vickie sat on the edge of the desk facing him. "Now Erica, I'm going to pretend to be a toy saleswoman, Frank is going to try and convince me that he doesn't need any toys, and you are going to suck him off while he does it. O.K?"

Erica didn't see that she had much choice, so she just mumbled, "Um hum." Knowing her body, she did think to remove her g-string and skirt.

While Vickie was climbing on the desk, Frank had removed his pants and boxers to make Erica's "job" a little easier.

When Erica saw Vickie's heels contact the arms of Frank's chair, she pictured that perfect pussy at just the right height and saw the wisdom of the office furniture. Vickie, of course wore no underwear, and Frank dove in, causing her to gasp quite loudly. Taking this as a cue, Erica grasped Frank's cock and stroked its length slowly. It felt wonderful in her hand, and she could imagine how it would feel elsewhere. She gently squeezed the head and watched the drop of precum ooze out. Licking it off and enjoying the taste, she took the entire head into her mouth. Gently rolling her tongue around the glans, she began stroking the shaft with her other hand. Vickie meanwhile, had put her feet on Frank's shoulders and was really getting vocal.

"Oh yeeess! Lick that clitty! You're a real cuntsucking fucker! Love it! Love it! Don't stop!!!"

Vickie's vocalizations were working on Erica, as she sucked Frank's cock. She had begun to suck the entire shaft, but had begun using one hand on his balls, and one hand on her own pussy. Gently at first, she increased her speed, both on her own clit, and Frank's engorged dick. As her juices coated her hand, Erica deepthroated Frank's cock. At the same time, Vickie began her orgasm. Erica shook as her hand worked its magic, Frank shot an amazing load of cum into her mouth, and Vickie almost left the desk when she exploded. Three simultaneous orgasms! Erica swallowed all of Frank's load and didn't lose a drop. She was coming down from her climax, when Vickie's smiling face appeared in front of her. 

"From the look on Frank's face, you're hired. When can you start?"

To be continued...



The Job Interview



James had spent his 31st year globetrotting; something he had wanted to do ever since he left University. However, due to many commitments in his personal life he always put it off. It was a great year, visiting South East Asia, Australia, New Zealand, Central America and through South America. He met some fascinating people and some of the wonders of the world.

However, the fun of the trip would come to a sudden halt the moment he stepped off that plane at Heathrow. James had left a very comfortable job, earning good money working for an Investment Bank in the City of London. Times were good back then, earning huge bonuses, eating at the finest restaurants and living the fullest life a single lad could in Central London. How things changed in the space of a year. Instead of waltzing back into his old job, James found the landscape somewhat different upon his return. His bank had collapsed and no longer existed and was a major victim in the global recession; which in turn meant his job was no longer there! To make matters worse, there were hundreds of people in the same boat as James, seeking work and struggling to make ends meet.

James was forced to move home, while he looked for work and live off his savings. One month turned into two turned into three and after five months, his savings almost gone and his optimism to find a job was disappearing rapidly. The ambition to return to Investment Banking slipped, as jobs were virtually non existent. He started looking at jobs local to home and not in the finance sector. However, the recession had really hit and there was nothing out there at all. Perhaps a complete career change would be needed and a degree of lowering his sights was required as a temporary measure.

Now, away from work James, had had an enormous desire to serve. Not serve in Starbucks or McDonalds, but serve a Mistress. He loved Kink. Being dominated by a woman, ideally by one older than him. In his mid-twenties James was introduced to BDSM, via renowned specialist website, by a wonderful Mistress somewhat his senior. He loved serving her and being her toy whenever she visited London and the craving to do something similar again was really burning in his heart.

One day, while job searching, he spotted a rather curious advert on a website. It went like this:

Lady of leisure seeks live in cleaner to carry out house cleaning chores, shopping runs and managing the general upkeep of my house. Previous experience is not necessary, as full training will be provided, but an enthusiastic open mind and a desire to please is essential. The applicant will be obedient and demonstrate an ability to work on his/her own initiative. A room is available to the successful applicant with food, and full lodgings catered for. It's a long term position and references will be sought. No time wasters wanted. Email CV and covering letter.

"Wow," James muttered. This was amongst similar cleaning adverts on that web page, but there was something fascinating about the line "The applicant will be obedient..." Not only was it intriguing, but James found the usual flutter and stirrings in his jeans. James put the ad to the back of his thoughts and carried on his job search. But, no matter what he did that day, he found himself constantly going back to the ad.

The intrigue finally got the better of him and initially as a joke, sent his CV. He did not ever expect to hear back, but sent it regardless. Sending the CV was almost a thrill in its own right. It was not even work he had experience of, other than keeping his old flat in London clean. Which, to be fair, he did rather well for a bloke. Nor was it work he wanted to do. It made little difference: as if, anything would come of it anyway.

A few days later, James phone rang and he answered it.

"Hello, is that James?" asked the caller

"Yes, that's me." Expecting it to be a new fruitless job agency.

"You replied to my advert on Monday and I'd like to call you in for an interview and see if you're what I'm looking for. I've vetted a few candidates, but none of them have come up to the mark but there was something about your covering letter that caught my eye." she continued. The voice was of a lady that sounded quite formal, assertive, but had a lovely velvety softness to it too. Now James had replied to nearly 20 odd jobs on Monday and was struggling to recall which one she was referring to.

"Forgive me, but I applied to a few jobs on Monday; which one are you calling about?" He responded politely.

"That's ok, I know it isn't easy out there. My advert was the one for a live in cleaner. I put the advert on gumtree. Are you available next Monday morning for an interview? I live just outside of London."

James froze. Blimey, she took my application seriously, he thought. "Err...ok." he replied, whilst wracking his brain to see if he was free.

"Don't sound too enthusiastic," she laughed and joked, which put James at ease "I'll email my address and I'll see you Monday at 10am. No need to dress formally, come as you are." "Oh my god," thought James. "I don't really want to clean her house, or even lodge there! What the hell am I doing?!" But the reality of the matter was that James had no work, no prospect of work and his savings were drying up rapidly. His circumstances were dictating the fact that he would certainly be at the interview.

Monday came round before he knew it and James headed towards Michelle's house. Her email to him was very friendly, but had undertones of authority. He was expecting a great big mansion, as surely, only someone with wealth could afford a live in cleaner, whilst being a lady of leisure. Moreover, what of the husband? Or the kids? There was no mention of either in the email and James just assumed the husband had given her the money to find the cleaner.

It turned out that the house was an old farm house, just outside a small village in Hertfordshire. It was a very nice dwelling and the upkeep to the exterior was very well maintained. It wasn't a large house in anyway, but very desirable nonetheless. There was, what seemed to be a swimming pool out in the back garden and a large amount of land at the back. James drove onto the double driveway and made his way to the front of the house. It was on a main road that left the village before, with similar houses dotted along the road, but still rather private and incredibly peaceful. Certainly a contrast to his old flat in busy London.

Bizarrely this was James first interview for over a month, and while he was not taking it wholly seriously, there was an air of nervousness around him. Was the nerves a result of being exposed as the charlatan cleaner that he really was, even though the advert indicated a lack of experience was not an issue or was it down to a nervous excitement? Again the phrase "The applicant will be obedient..." rang round his ears.

James knocked at the beautiful wooden door and stepped back as he waited for it to be answered. Now James was a useless judge of age, but he guessed that the woman who just opened the door was probably late 30s, early 40s. There was no way he could pin point an exact age. He would either offend or sound like he was being creepily smooth! Michelle was a striking woman. Very pretty face, long dark hair, about 5 foot 4, with some striking heels on that pushed her height up a few inches more, quite voluptuous and a very ample bosom – there was no way James could avoid it. He was certainly a breast man. She dressed rather casually, but sort of sexy at the same time. Understated would be the word.

Michelle lead James into the hallway and he was struck by how tidy the place was. "This would be a walk in the park," if ever did need to get the vacuum cleaner out! They exchanged small talk and immediately chit chatted without any awkward silences. They initially ended up in the kitchen and to James surprise, she ordered him to make a cup of tea! A cup of tea? Well maybe this was the start of assessing his ability to make one of Michelle's life pleasures – a cup of tea. Once the brew was made, James was lead into the lounge where they sat down on the sofas and Michelle started the interview. At first James went through what he had been up to, his travelling, his previous work, past relationships and commitments. None of this was relevant to the job on offer, but she wanted to know out of a genuine interest.

Then Michelle took over.

"So James, given your background why do you want to come and clean for me? A bit of a step down, don't you think? But before you answer, I want to tell you more about the job on offer. As the advert alluded to, it's a live in role and I want you to basically do everything to maintain the upkeep of this house. That's not just cleaning, it's cooking, gardening, general DIY, ironing, the whole lot. You see, I'm rather lazy and I like everything done for me and to a high standard. I'm not expecting wonders straight away, but as long as you show enthusiasm and then that will do for me initially. That's the basic element of the role, but beyond that I want a little more."

James was taking it all in, and was finding himself strangely attracted to Michelle. She had that dominant way he had seen before in his former Mistress. Surely this was not what she was about? The idea of salary hadn't even crossed his mind, or anything else. He was just captivated by her. Working for Michelle would be as good a bonus as he ever earned!

"You see James, what I really want is someone to own. Someone to care for. Someone that can keep me happy..." "A husband..." he interrupted. This didn't please her, but she reacted in a cool manor.

"James, when I speak, I do not expect to be interrupted. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Ma'am." Ma'am? Where had that come from? She had this formal way about her where James couldn't resist using it for the situation he found himself in. It seemed the most natural way of responding to her.

"Right, I'll carry on. No I don't want a husband, nor even a boyfriend. I don't need one. What I want is for someone to be at my beck and call. To go beyond the list of chores I mentioned, and to cater for all my needs. I mean all of them. I will take the successful applicant under my wing and to all intents and purposes own them. They will wear what I want them to wear, eat what I want them to eat and do as I say. All ok so far James? Because if not, you can leave at anytime. No one will force you to stay."

"Yes it's all clear so far Ma'am."

"Good. You have good manners and I like the fact that you call me Ma'am without my prompting. Now in exchange for this, I will pay you a modest weekly wage and provide full board and shelter. I doubt it's what you're used to with your City Boy Bonuses, but you can't put a price on the work you're going to do. Should you accept, of course! You will have Saturday and Sunday evenings to yourself, unless I say otherwise. Essentially I will control your life: A human pet if you will. This will be a vocation rather than a job. The rewards will be numerous."

Was this really happening, James thought? It sounded too good to be true, but also quite scary. That said, deep inside, his inner submissive self was bouncing around like crazy and the urge to shout "Give me the job!" was surfacing.

"Whilst I don't wish to have a husband or boyfriend, I do have needs and that's why I wanted a man to apply. My needs are many, but I'm particular in what I seek in that respect."

The idea of these fringe benefits made the role seem even better than James had originally thought. But before he could allow his dirty thoughts to wander further, Michelle added a caveat.

"Before you start thinking that you'll get your wicked way with me, think on. As you can see, I'm a woman who likes to get what she wants and does not settle for just anything. Therefore, I have exact requirements in that respect. We'll come to that later though. As it stands, in terms of the basic chores, I like you."

"How does it sound so far, James? Can you give me an indication as to whether or not you wish to take this forward? If so, we'll proceed." Michelle asked, in a way that she expected a yes.

"I'd love to proceed, if you'll have me!" James answered without giving any thought to the real situation. He would have to move, albeit not that far from London. He would have to have to give up his independence, by the sound of it, and do work he was totally unfamiliar with.

"Great. Now you can leave at anytime, but if you stay I don't want any back chat or disapproval of what I order you to do. You do it without any question. Ok, now for the second part. Stand for me in the centre of the living room." She ordered.

James stood right where he was told to. Never daring to question her.

"Good. Now, take off all your clothes, all of them and put them on the chair neatly. No mess. If I'm going to own you, I want to know exactly what I'm owning."

Jesus Christ, strip? James knew he could leave if he wished, but he wanted this so bad. Without any hint of protest, he did as he was told. Michelle sat in the armchair, legs crossed and a mischievous grin spread across her face.

James started to undress. First he unbuttoned his shirt, whilst trying to avoid her gaze. He felt so self-conscious, but loved it really. Then off came his shoes, socks and jeans leaving on his boxer shorts. When she said remove everything, he did not think she meant his underwear too. However, Michelle did mean literally everything. He folded everything neatly, as instructed, in complete silence as Michelle watched his every move.

He stood motionless waiting for the next command. Michelle rose and walked towards him and without any warning pulled his boxers to his ankles and told him to step out of them. "When I said everything off, I meant just that. Now, stand up straight. Shoulders back, head up and hands by your sides. Be proud to be my slave."

James felted so humiliated and exposed, standing there naked like that. In front of a woman who he'd only met no more than 30 minutes ago.

Slowly she walked around him, occasionally casually dragging her perfectly shaped finger nails across his body. It felt heavenly to James. As she returned to face him, she grabbed his now hard cock.

"Is that it?" she mocked him. "Is that all you've got? Well, I own it now. This small cock, or should I say dinkle, belongs to me now. Is that clear?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Yes Ma'am what?" she thundered.

"Yes Ma'am, you own this little cock. I mean dinkle." He blushed. To make matters worse, his previous flaccid state was replaced by a throbbing erection.

"Look at it. Look at all this hair. That will have to go for starters. I want you trimmed. It's like a small button mushroom poking out. There is no way I can let you fuck me with that. So get that thought out of your head right away. But don't worry, I'll be catered for in that department. You like me abusing you, don't you?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"There was no way you could say otherwise, it's all excited. Is that as big as it gets? It really is a little dinkle. Cute, but at the end of the day, a dinkle. My dinkle." And with that she slapped it so hard it bounced up and down.

"Do you like to play with it James? Stupid question really, you don't need to answer it. Of course you do. Well no more. I decide when and how you get rid of your load." Her presence was so powerful around James. He could not help but be aroused by her. Michelle had, unbeknown to James while he struggled out of his jeans, undid her top button on her top, making her cleavage tease James even more.

When James cock had stop bouncing around she gripped it once again.

"I think you're a bit of a pervert. I saw you steeling the occasional peek at my chest. I'm your owner. Do you think that was appropriate behaviour?"

"No Ma'am...I'm sorry."

"Oh look, your cheeks have gone all red. How cute. Embarrassed?"

"Yes. Very."

Michelle laughed "Well, it's expected from little sluts like you."

"Some days you will do your chores, as you are now – naked. Some days I will have you wearing sexy girly underwear. Sometimes, in normal clothes – although that will be rare. It really depends on my mood. Now, despite your lack of cock, I want to take you on. There is something I like about you. I want you to start next Monday. Do you have any issues with that?"

"None whatsoever Ma'am."

"Good. Now turn around and face the wall for a second." Michelle pulled off the panties she was wearing and walked round to where he was facing and dangled them from James hard member. They were a lovely lacy pink pair, which he imagined could not have been too cheap. "Now put these on. When you arrive next Monday, you are to be wearing them and I want them cleaned before then. Understand? Oh, and James, don't dare play with my little dinkle. It's mine after all."

"Yes Ma'am," He felt strange wearing them, but it did little to lessen his arousal.

To be continued...



The Job Interview



The Interview

It was Friday and I suppose a bit early for me to be nursing a Bloody Mary but it was hot and humid. I had just had a surprising conversation with a young woman to whom I was very attracted. Jane was an Aussie like me she had drifted into the service (foreign that is) and been around for a good many years. She was pretty in a homely way, a little plump, but known as a good sport and absolutely un-flappable. I had lusted after her from the first time I saw her. Her small stature, her short wavy mousy brown hair and above all her dazzling smile had attracted me. She had just put me down; ever so gently mind you and I was nursing my bruised ego with a Bloody Mary.

Just how Jane had done this was taking some getting used to! We had quite literally bumped into each other just a few minutes earlier. Jane was in the Banda Aceh Bistro (Tent!) that had become the de-facto after business hours meeting place for all the aid workers and consular staff, all the foreign nationals working amid the tsunami-devastated area of northern Sumatra. We had embraced; her kiss was full on and genuine. She was pleased to see me! I had instantly thought 'At last she has some feelings towards me'. Then she said the usual platitudes, 'I know that you lost everything in the tsunami, I was so sorry to hear of your loss. I know that time will heal your wounds. Did you hear about my amazing rescue?'

I acknowledged her words, I knew of her rescue, where was the rescuer? Jane was close to tears and sat beside me, 'the bastards killed him, and I am out of here! They deserve all they get!' 

Her outburst could only refer to what had been reported as a shooting that morning. The rebels had gone back to their old tricks and someone had been shot. "He's dead?" I held her trembling body close to me.

"Yes the nicest man in my life other than you is dead and I am out of here!" Jane was close to tears.

This was information overload. Yes, it was bad news that the man who had rescued her from a treetop and nearly died himself in the attempt, a man well respected by the locals, someone who had dedicated his life to helping people had been killed for 'Effect'. But I was struggling to get my head around the other words 'other than you?' what did that mean?

"Are you booked on a flight, or looking for a place to sleep?" I held her close as she sobbed into my shoulder. Her head came up and the sobbing stopped.

"No, I do not have a flight booked and it is full until next Monday. I do not have a room booked, but although I once had a thing for you, I will not stay at your place. I will find somewhere, but first I intend to get drunk. Bye for now dear man. Keep safe and watch out for dangerous blondes!"

Jane had made a beeline for the bar and a crowd of sympathetic aid workers. I took the Bloody Mary that was getting warm and sat in my usual corner seat by the notice board. 'Damn it she had had a thing for me at some time in the past, when? Why had she not told me?' I must have been involved with someone else at the time just a passing affair, well were they not all. If she had told me, I would have dropped the bitch who ever she was. Damn and damn again!'

The Bloody Mary sank without trace and a second soon appeared at the table, my coaster was ticked and I tried to look aloof and busy with the Times crossword. What happened next I blame on Jane, she really had rattled my cage! I am still wondering just how I was set up and then snared into this adventure that will define the rest of my life.

I think that I need to explain a few things. I am an Aussie; a career diplomat. Not very successful, but as every boss I worked for says, 'Useful, resourceful competent and a good linguist'. I was the wrong side of forty. I spoke seven languages and could get by in a dozen dialects. I was good with the natives, 'Sorry, Locals' I had worked the islands from Fiji, to Java even did one stint in Sri Lanka. I was never going to make ambassador, but after the promotion that had come out of the tsunami effort, I could expect to get full consul status in my next posting. 

The Earthquake had interrupted the Christmas gathering at my billet. I had a Dutch, on again, off again girlfriend, and a German doctor and his wife, a very good nurse spending a rather boozy Christmas at my place. The quake bought the house down around our ears. We all suffered some minor injuries. I was worried, I do not know why, this was just a large quake, one of many I had experienced, but I was worried. This quake had been noisy, all quakes were of course, but this noise had been felt rather than being the crash of crockery and houses falling down. The quake had also been so violent yet went on for so long. About three minutes I thought. 

My guests gathered their equipment and made their way towards the most obviously damaged buildings where there was already a major wailing going on. I jumped into the Toyota and said I was going into town. I would try to contact Jakarta! Now my billet was some ten Kilometers out of town, just back from one of the small beaches that lie along the coast. All low lying land but heavily forested. The road led away from the beach and so I was almost into Banda when I saw what I instantly recognized and that which explained why I was so worried. 

The ocean had gone. There were people standing around looking at the boats aground where there was normally several meters of water. I sounded the horn in a continuous blast and waved at the people standing there. I looked to the horizon, it looked distorted. I abandoned my intended route, veered along the Jakarta Highway, and then right toward the small hill to the north east of the town. I was blasting the horn and slowed to tell people they were going the wrong way, but they some how did not understand and I soon gave up. I knew I had to get to high ground. Was I being a coward, should I go back to my home and warn my guests. I felt that that way was certain death. 

I look back upon those few minutes; I tell myself that even stopping to give some one a lift would have meant being caught by the tsunami. The Toyota was almost swamped and I was almost swept away as it was. I never saw my girlfriend or my guests again. I looked for their bodies, but with so many and so much else to be done I had forced myself to work, work, and work. 

The main relief efforts were now well under way and I had been promoted into a kind of supervisor. I was waiting for a new posting, but was now out of sync with Canberra; I had some leave coming so was hanging around being useful while waiting for the right time to go back to Canberra. 

The people in Jakarta had told me that there was a special hush hush job up country somewhere that would suit me, but I needed some R&R and up country, hush hush was definitely not close to what I wanted. I had been musing about Jane and when she had had feelings for me and a third Bloody Mary was in my hand when I became aware of an extraordinarily beautiful woman looking at the notice board beside me.

She was stunning. My spirits lifted immediately. She was Blonde, a striking yellow head of mid length wavy hair. She was perhaps 160Cm tall in stiff white blouse and black skirt. She had a small overnight bag beside her and she was looking at the accommodation section of the notice board. She must have sensed my interest as she turned and gave me a smile. 

Her eyes were a vivid blue. "Just here till Monday," she explained. "Hotels full and I need somewhere with a phone line."

My spider web twitched as I offered her the bait. I laughed at the euphuism for hotel that meant that the tent city had no spare cots again. "I have spare rooms. I am waiting to be posted out of here so don't actually have a real job, but deputy consul is about as near as you will get, where have you been to end up here at this time of day and on a Friday to boot?"

"I had to bring some stuff up in the bag and I was bounced off the helicopter going back. Luckily I did bring an overnight bag with me?"

"Never trust a helicopter pilot when he offers a round trip! Let me buy you a drink and I will take you to the billet and perhaps I can take you to dinner. You have not been here before have you?" I was certain of this; someone so strikingly beautiful would have sent alarm bells ringing all over Banda Aceh and I would have been told of a beautiful blond to add to the dozens of notches to my bed head. "Who bounced you? At least a General I hope! I know that I do not rate a helicopter seat if there is a general around so don't feel too bad, one has to be well up the pecking order to fly out on a Friday from here. Still you look like Helen of Troy, I bet the pilot wishes you had enough pull not to get bounced!" 

I began to feel a little self-conscious, why was I prattling on. She seemed to have accepted the bait. She was smiling and graciously accepted the gin sling I had whistled up. I realized I had ordered her the drink without asking her preference. Jane and now this beauty had put me off my game! I took a deep breath and waited for some response. There had been a flicker of something in her eye back there. What had I said that had touched a nerve? I waited the silence out.

The blonde smiled and responded, "I know who you are of course I think everyone in Banda Aceh knows you. The grey hair makes you look very distinguished. You look a lot better than the pictures of you in the papers. It must have been dreadful loosing so many people. You have done so much to help these poor people and I think you deserve a good break. Have they not offered you anything, not even a hint?"

This conversation was setting the hair at the back of my head on end. Who was she? She knew too much to be a simple secretary on a courier job. A few facts registered upon my unusually dimwitted brain. Three people who I knew well and who usually came to sit with me, had spoken and veered off to sit elsewhere. They were trying to watch me and the beautiful blonde. Finally I put two and two together and the answer came to four. I really had put my foot in it.

I attempted a recovery; words spilling out of my mouth in a veritable torrent, "Can we start again? I feel I have made a bad impression, I am as you know sort of deputy consul and I think you are Helen the person known as 'Helen of Troy' and you are here to talk to me about a job, stop me if I am wrong, and I apologize profusely, I did not mean to give any offense, I have had a hard, day, week, month, year, a young lady has just told me she had a thing for me at some time and I did not ask when, I think I need that holiday, I am talking too much again aren't I...?"

I was treated to the most dazzling smile, two megawatts at least. I wilted. "You are doing quite well considering," was the retort delivered with a devil of a smile and more than a hint of humor. 

"Considering What?" I bounced back as best I could.

"Considering the fact that you have just had three Double Vodka Bloody Mary's and been set up, not bad at all! Yes I know I am called 'Helen of Troy' it's been my Monika all my life and no I do not take offence at being called that. I think I am a little short for the roll but that is as maybe. Now as to this job. Yes, you are considered by the BOSS to be ideal for it. It will mean promotion plus! You will get at least a 'K' out of it! You have to pass a selection process to get it though and 'I' am your integrator. Now you said you would show me your billet and take me to dinner, so lay on McDuff, but I will drive!"

So began the most incredible, even most illustrious evening of my life. I gave Helen the keys to the Toyota and did not have to tell her the way, she had been well briefed! Back at Chez Nous and I was in the firing line again.

The Am Yah took one look at my guest and vanished. I swear she melted into the background never to be seen again, one can never really trust native help and I needed help! Helen began, "Ok George you have all the right skills according to your profile, but this job is special and I have to assess your suitability. You know its hush hush, I will not tell you what it is about until later, and I will explain why various questions are asked as the occasion demands. Now please understand our masters think you are the man for this job! They also insist that I am the right woman for it! So we will be working together, if I say no to you then I have to look for another partner. You are doing just fine so far, and yes, you can still refuse and I will look elsewhere, but what I have seen so far inclines me to the view that our masters are right!" Helen was still smiling I took this as a good sign; my interest had piqued.

Helen was still smiling as she delivered the next words. "Now I want you to take your clothes off!" As Helen said this, she began to disrobe, her formal white blouse dropped to the floor and the hiss of a zip and soft thud of her skirt falling to the floor quickly followed. "Come on George get them off!"

I confess that at this point I was in shock. The Flight/Fight response had kicked in and flight was the order of the day, yet I was confronted by this vision, 'Helen of Troy' in Bra, Panties suspenders and hose, my interest was roused to say the least.

I think I failed the interview then because I froze, all I could do was feast my eyes upon her brazenly displayed FLESH! Actually, I knew that she was going to show me more and I was just playing hard to get, but that is just my male ego talking.

"Ok George, I see you are playing hard ball." Helens Bra came off, then the hipster panties. I wanted to play this game but did not know the rules! I removed my shirt and pants. I was already erect and was strangely shy about the bulge in my underpants.

"Please Helen, what the hell is going on. I do not want that job. I want some leave and then a nice consulate job somewhere warm and peaceful. You are doing one hell of a number one me, please let me go free!"

Helen's tits advanced upon me, her silk encased legs got very close. How do I know they were silk stockings? Seconds later she was telling me!

"George I just love silk, don't you?" The silken clad limbs were centimeters away. "Give me your Hands! I held them out and she took them and inspected them just like a school mistress or nurse and pronounced them fit. "Ok these are real silk stockings and I would like to keep them on but as I had to repair a run in this one already and don't know when I will get replacements you can take it off!" A silken clad foot was placed very firmly in my groin.

At this point, I plead insanity I had never been able to resist a woman's charms and this woman was testing me beyond human endurance. I took off the silk stocking. Please remember that the leg so encased was beret of panties! 

"Now please take of your boxers!" I just had to comply. I stammered as I said, "Helen I really need a shower. It's been a long hot day!" I was now naked. Helen had a suspender belt and one silk stocking on and I was quibbling about needing a shower!

"George I am the interviewer! I need to know what you smell like! There is no running water where we are going and if you smell bad, you would not do at all. Now I also need to know what you taste like!" An elegant bright red-varnished fingernail descended upon my erect penis. The glistening globule of pre-cum was lifted from the end and delicately placed upon her tongue. I freaked out of course, an outcome not quite, what I had expected! I was stammering unable to get a coherent word out.

Helen took pity on me and explained again. "George this job is in a remote place there is no running water what you smell like and what you taste like is important. You do not smell bad and you taste good!"

I was in torment, I desperately wanted to fail this interview and I desperately wanted to succeed. I wanted to take this woman, but something told me that I had to wait.

Helen was still smiling as she explained. "George, now this is going to be the most difficult part of this test for you. You have passed with flying colors so far, but this I know is not going to be easy! I knew you were not circumcised it's in your file, but size is also important!" 

Helen took a few seconds while this information sank in. She then pushed me back so I sat with a thud on a chair I had not know was there. Helen then lent forward and took my throbbing penis into her mouth. I was in ecstasy. She rolled her tongue around my foreskin, she sucked and blew. I was almost in heaven, yet somehow I recalled her words. I pushed her head away. 

"This is all rather one sided." I managed to say, "Shift around let me give you as much as you are giving me."

And so with a subtle shift and with difficult concentration I placed my tongue where it needed to be as Helen sucked and blew. I was near climax and this it seemed was not the way to end such a wonderful experience and so I disengaged turned her around and entered her. Such feelings are I believe common, but such had been the intensity of the foreplay that Helen was instantly in the throes of orgasm. I blame the three Double Bloody Mary's upon my rampant yet climax free state.

Helen was a noisy orgasmic woman. She begged for more and yet more and suddenly she was pushing me away. We had been in the missionary position and she was forcing me away. I was confused and somewhat put out as my rampart prick felt the cool air. 

Helen regained a little composure. "Where we are going this is the way they have sex to make babies." Of course I knew this and was nodding away like an idiot.

Helen continued, "Where we are going this is the way they have sex for fun!"

I was pushed, pulled, and found myself on my back and a warm tight anus hole wrapped itself around me. "You can play with my tits, please," said Helen with a satisfied look on her face. Never having had the pleasure of such a sacrifice before, I took great pleasure in thrust, grope, grind, squeeze and thrust some more. Helen was now being very vocal. 

"Yes fuck my ass. Squeeze my tits. Yes, More, Yes, More. Tell me tell me before your going to come, Yes Harder. Oh Yes, fuck me good."

I some how managed to say, "Now, I will come very soon now!" The tight sphincter suddenly was replaced by an equally tight mouth. I climaxed for what seemed to be forever. I pulled her willing body around and buried my face in her warm and very wet gash. Helen exploded into another noisy orgasm.

I think for the first time in my life my erection did not fade. Helen came out of her orgasm and realizing that there was still, an erect penis for her to use spoke to me with a passion I was already feeling. "You have the job now lie back while I try a few different positions. First, this needs a kiss. Now it needs warming up, now buttering up now another kiss." And so she went taking my very hard cock in one hole then another. I was so hard I lasted three in each hole before coming again in her warm wet vacuum of a mouth.

"George, you will absolutely love this job, the place we are to go to has just one rule that I have not told you about. Do you think can you obey it?"

"What?" I groaned knowing that I would agree what ever the rule was even if that meant the snip. 

Helens fingers were stroking my tumescent penis; I had difficulty concentrating on her words "This community is Matriarchal. Males are used as pleasure givers. Anal sex is the norm unless a child is wanted. Also males are very few and considered available to anyone who wants them whenever the females want them, instant acquiescence. Males are in short supply and babies are needed.

I managed to get a few words out, "What have you got me into? You know that after what you have just done to me; with me I cannot refuse you anything, yet you want me to go to a tribe who practice anal sex as a pastime, males are toy boys and used by anyone who feels like it?"




The Job Interview



Helen was grinning like a Cheshire cat, "Yes George. Do you think you will like it there?"

I had an equally silly grin plastered to my face, "God yes but where?"

Helen delivered the final bit of information as she stroked my member to yet another erection, "Have you heard of Flores and the Hobbits? Well they are not extinct! There are a couple of hundred of them. No previous contact with White or Brown normal sized people, but they are very civilized. We are going to be responsible for them for as long as it takes. Can you imagine the task ahead?"

Oh yes I could! I was hard again. "Yes, do that switcheroo thing, when I had to fondle your tits again please boss!"



The Job Interview



It has been incredibly difficult for me to find a job. I understand how bad the economy is and that employers have their pick of 100's and sometimes 1,000's of applicants, but I have an excellent resume.

I graduated with honors with a degree in economics and had been successfully employed for 12 years at the same company, where I worked my way up the ladder into a managerial position.

And yet it seems that no one cares.

I have been on countless interviews and if I am lucky, I receive a call or email that they have hired someone who is "more qualified".

What more qualifications could they possibly have?

I need to try something different, but what?

I am scheduled for another interview today and feel that it is my last chance as I am out of unemployment benefits and my savings are depleted.

I showered and shaved completely. I mean that I am hairless except for my head, as if that would make a difference.

But for some reason I feel different. I have never completely shaven down there before and I really like how it feels. I like how the thin nylon material of my panties feels against my bare lips: how every little movement of my legs sends a little spark of electricity to my sensitive area.

Just the act of walking makes me wet.

I am standing in front of my closet in just a pair of neon blue string bikini panties wondering what to wear.

I need to try something different, but what?

I decide to put on a very fitted white cotton blouse without a bra for the interview along with a light gray pencil skirt without any stockings, and my favorite pair of light tan heels.

I have never been outside without a bra; never been in an office without stockings; and never had a shaven kitty.

I like how I feel with very little on beneath my clothes. I feel more confident, sexier, and daring.

I like how my clothes caress me whenever I move. 

I like how my blouse rubs across my nipples evoking a sensual pleasure that radiates downward to my lower lips. 

I like how my tight skirt wraps itself around my hips providing a distinct outline of my teeny panties in front as well as in back.

I like how the fabric feels against my bare legs giving me a sense of being naughty and daring.

I need to try something different, but what?

I am sitting in the outside waiting area for my interview and can feel the cool air of the building's air conditioning putting goose bumps on my bare legs and reminding me that I have very little on under my blouse and skirt. I am glad that I decided to wear a jacket, as my nipples are becoming little icicle kernels.

I indirectly look over the other candidates waiting to be interviewed and they all fit the stereotype of a typical job candidate i.e. blue suit, comfortable heels, and beige stockings.

The same sort of outfit that resulted in no job offers for me over and over again.

Some of the women are giving me those looks. You know the ones. 

"I can't believe that she isn't wearing stockings!" 

"Look at those f**k me heels she has on!" 

"Does she know that everyone can see her panty lines?"

I need to try something different, but what?

I am called in for my interview. As I am led to the door of the human resources director's office, I decide to take off my jacket allowing my very erect nipples to push blatantly against my blouse creating a dark circular shadow over the pure white of the cotton fabric.

I have left my blouse unbuttoned to the middle of my chest.

I shake Mr. HR's hand and introduce myself, but his eyes are on my chest wondering if I am wearing a bra or not. I pretend to stretch by pulling my arms back and answer his question.

I need to try something different, but what?

I purposely pull the chair that he directs me to away from his desk, so he will have an unobstructed view of me from the knees up.

I purposely sit with both feet on the ground and my knees slightly apart. His eyes are immediately drawn from my chest to my legs.

He now knows that I am not wearing stockings.

I stand up and hand him my resume lingering long enough over his desk to allow my blouse to flap open and give him a good look of my tiny mounds and very erect nipples.

His eyes tell me that he likes the view.

I need to try something different, but what?

As he pretends to review my resume I unbutton two more buttons on my blouse creating a deep v-neck that extends almost to my navel.

When he looks up again, I know that I have his undivided attention

He asks me a question about my job experience and I respond by pulling my blouse open partially revealing my two unencumbered breasts. 

He doesn't know how to react, so I continue my response by pulling my blouse open past my very red and erect nipples pinching them both with two fingers of each hand.

Sometimes a simple gesture can answer the most difficult question.

My whole body vibrates in anticipation of what is to come (cum) as I continue to play with my very responsive knots.

I need to try something different, but what?

Mr. HR is having a very difficult time keeping his focus other than on my bare breasts.

As I resettle myself on the chair I take a hold of the hem of my skirt with both hands and pull it up over my thighs.

His unconcealed leer tells me that he likes neon blue.

As he tries to compose himself to ask me another question, I lean back into my chair opening my legs so that my dress climbs a little higher giving him a better look at my panties.

His wicked little smile tells me that I am speaking his language. 

He somehow is able to ask me about my education and I respond by giving my skirt one final tug and spreading my legs so he can see that I have excellent credentials.

My neon blue mound begs for attention.

I need to try something different, but what?

At the same time I reopen my blouse by pulling the two sides apart to show my enthusiasm and firm resolve. 

Without any pretense on my part, I move the blue nylon fabric away from my crotch revealing my smooth and now very wet kitty.

I think that I have answered his questions on professionalism. 

I can no longer help myself as I slide my right hand over my swollen lips allowing my juices to glisten in the overhead lights of his office. 

I further spread my legs and push the fingers of my right hand up against my female nub eliciting a long awaited moan as my entire body trembles. 

Mr. HR moans in unison with me.

I need to try something different, but what?

I think that he has become very interested in my background, so I recover my kitty in neon blue and stand up from the chair.

I face away from Mr. HR pulling my skirt up to my waist giving him an unobstructed view of my neon blue bottom. 

His groan provides me the encouragement to continue with my demonstration.

I place both hands upon the chair arms and lean away from him pushing my bottom out hearing the unzipping of his pants as evidence of his further interest in my presentation. The nylon fabric stretches tightly across my taut bottom taunting him to spank me. 

But before he gets a chance to demonstrate the health benefits, I turn to him pulling my blouse free of my skirt, unbuttoning it completely to show him the hard determination that I carry across my chest.

I notice his own demonstration of hard determination starting to push free from his open zipper.

I need to try something different, but what? 

Just as easily I undo the snap and zipper on the side of my skirt allowing it to slip down my thighs and unto his office floor.

My body immediately reacts to the sudden flow of cool air on my near nakedness and that special place between my legs is starting to twitch. 

I turn sideways and tie the tails of my blouse together so they don't obstruct the view of my neon blue bottom. 

I again place both hands against the wall to show my willingness to conform to the job requirements as I hear him move out from behind the desk. 

He slides my neon blue nylon panties down my legs as my hands remain against his office wall fully inviting him to test my resolve. 

A hard slap on my bare bottom causes me to turn towards him as I ask him to repeat his last statement to me. 

He emphasizes his statement to me again and again until I feel the warm glow of acceptance on my skin.

I need to try something different, but what?

As a final word, Mr. HR takes me and bends me over his desk driving home his point regarding teamwork as we huff and puff to the conclusion of our interview.

We both have a difficult time articulating our final thoughts as we simultaneously convulse to the sounds of oh, oh, oh, oh. It might apply to the company's mission statement.

With the interview concluded I assure Mr. HR that my enthusiasm for the job will not diminish and that he can expect my full efforts on a weekly basis.

He seems too out of breath to respond, but promises to get a hold of me as soon as possible.

As I get dressed and leave his office, I hear him instruct his assistant to cancel all further interviews as the position has just been filled.

I subtly nod my head in agreement as I feel his zeal soak into my panties.

I needed to try something different; didn't I?



The Job Interview



I had been searching for an executive assistant for some time now and had interviewed a few really potential ladies and 'ladies' -- all very skilled and would be worthy of the position, but something was missing from them all until I interviewed Jessica.

The first time I interviewed her was a general 'meet & greet' interview with about 15 other girls -- all very informal but something I do to give me a general idea of how people interact with each other. Jessica stood out along with about 4 or 5 others, all of whom I would interview in great detail later. She was a little younger than the rest of the ladies but had a definite sense about her -- she carried herself confidently, dressed immaculately, but was at the same time slightly reserved and subservient in a rather cute way.

During her second interview we chatted about her work history and I was pleased to read - and later upon making some calls - heard glowing reports of her commitment to her positions and her employers. Jessica smiled shyly as we chatted about her previous positions, and when she mentioned that "...she felt it necessary to go above and beyond to prove her worth and 'her place' in a work environment..." I thought about that phrase, "her place" -- I got the impression that Jessica may well be exactly the person we were looking for.

She also portrayed an air of proper etiquette, answers like "Yes Ma'am" and "No Ma'am" in all the right places...all the time with her legs tightly crossed, her hands folded neatly on her lap and her posture rigid and straight-backed at all times. Every now and then her eyes would be downcast and her voice lowered as though offering a position of submissiveness to myself. I have a very strict dress-code for my ladies and girls who work for me. Being the totally femme person that I am, I expect and demand that a dress-code of business suits (never pants...always skirts), heels, nylons, expert make-up, well coiffed hairstyles etc., all go to making a woman what she should be -- sexy, haughty, sure of herself and totally confident in her day-to-day dealings, whether it be with the mailroom person or any CEO.

Jessica stood out from first laying eyes on her; she was dressed very business-like -- tight, red hobble-skirt, a crisp white blouse with a nice frill-tie at the neck. The blouse was just see-through enough to display a lovely full, lace bra, sexy black pumps with a nice platform and at least a 4" heel -- her breasts are actually nice and large without being too over the top. Her matching red jacket was cut nicely to accentuate her curvy figure -- most of the other ladies and older girls were too thin, some even bordering on waif-thin. I do like a woman to show curves in a very feminine way.

The interview had finished mid-afternoon, I was definitely beginning to think that Jessica could be 'the one' - I asked her if she had anything planned for the rest of the day.

"Just some bills to pay and some internet searching for other prospective employment," she answered.

I offered, "I'd like to continue this interview but I have a meeting in few minutes that I simply can't move. I want you back here at 5pm sharp. And I'd like you go home and change into the outfit you wore the day of your first interview here?" I added. Today's attire was a little more subdued.

"You mean the red outfit Ma'am?" enquired Jessica not really understanding why I would ask.

"Yes, the red outfit...and don't worry about anymore job-hunting, while I haven't fully made my decision, I can say that you are definitely in my top three. So off home and change - oh, and one more thing, pantyhose my dear...always pantyhose, while I noticed on that first day that you like stockings and suspenders, tell-tale bumps like that under a tight skirt is sometimes just a little too trashy, especially when seeing clients."

"Really Ma'am, you noticed that?" she replied.

"Jessica, I notice everything and another thing. I do not like VPLs so you know what that means don't you?" I asked rather firmly.

"Yes Ma'am, I'm pretty sure I do. Is there anything else I should know?" she added.

"The only other thing would be to tell you that I am not your average employer. I think you'll find me very different in many ways my dear. In person and in the way I manage my staff. Now, with that said, you will learn more during our next interview. If it all goes as I think it might, you could well find yourself employed and settling into a very rewarding lifestyle here my dear. Now run along and get yourself ready. I will be expecting you on the dot of 5 o'clock, and I don't like tardiness - that is all."

Jessica nodded and let herself out, her head slightly bowed and her hands clutching her purse tightly...I liked watching her leave like that, I was beginning to think I had finally found the right one. I made a call to my business partner and let her know to be at my office around a half hour after the interview was to start. I didn't have any meetings planned, nor did I need to do anything of any significance so I told the temp to hold all my calls and not disturb me. I had about an hour or so to kill so I got comfy and proceeded to troll through some favourite porn sites on the net, enjoying a little "me" time before 5pm rolled around.

Jessica was on time, in fact she was about 10 minutes early and I had her wait outside my office while I went about nothing really. I made her wait a further 10 minutes past the allotted time just to rub it in that things worked on my schedule and to see how her patience held out. I also wanted to make sure that all staff had left for the evening and had locked up on their way out.

I called for Jessica from my office and as she came in, motioned her to a very straight backed chair in front of my desk. She had pulled her long hair back in a ponytail and donned some very sexy black-framed glasses. Her look was totally sexy and I found myself staring just a little too long...her cheeks started to blush a little and she stammered, "I-Is there s-something wrong Ma'am?"

I caught myself and said, "Umm...no...sorry my dear, it's just that you weren't wearing glasses the first time, nor earlier today and it kind of threw me a little that's all."



"Oh I wear contacts some times and they were really bugging me today so I decided to go with my glasses. I hope that's alright with you Ma'am?" she asked rather sheepishly. I smiled and loved the fact that she felt the need to seek my assurance -- this little minx was working out better, and quicker than I thought.

"Of course it's alright Jessica; in fact I think glasses suit you better. Should you be successful in the position I would require that you wear them rather than you contacts -- do you have a problem with that?"

"No Ma'am" she answered all too quickly, "not at all."

"Good! Now let's get on with this then shall we?" I stood and came round to stand in front of her, "Are you comfortable Jessica?" She nodded as I went to my cabinets and pulled out a few packets of pantyhose.

I turned to watch Jessica looking at me questioningly, her mouth slightly open and possibly wanting to ask exactly what I was doing, but knowing her place enough I noticed, not to. While I opened the packets and draped each pair across her crossed legs, I said, "this part of the interview is more of a practical nature and will allow me to gauge just how much you would know your place should you be working here and, it will give me a very good understanding of your likes and dislikes when it comes to personal interaction with me, your possible future boss, and you the possible dutiful assistant. Are you ready to show me just how much you would like this job Jessica?"

"Ummmm...I-I think s-so M-Ma'am. I'm j-just not sure what it is you are about to do? And if I may be so bold as to ask Ma'am, why all the pairs of pantyhose? I mean I know that that is what your company manufactures and sells but what are they for during the interview?" I watched as Jessica absent-mindedly picked up some of the pantyhose and slid them around her hands as she asked me the questions. I knew she liked them for what they were -- a sign of femininity, I also saw that element of submissive in her gestures as well.

"Perfectly good questions my dear. And ones that will be answered in due time, but first I'm going to get personal now...do you enjoy being a woman?"

"Of course Ma'am."

"And do you enjoy dressing the way you do -- both for others and yourself?"

"I do Ma'am, I love the look of being very feminine, and I think it's important that a woman carries herself in a feminine way all the time."

"Good...exactly what I wanted to hear. Now, do you enjoy that things are asked of you, that you are ordered to do things in a timely manner and that it is all done correctly as ordered?"



"Absolutely -- if one cannot perform what is asked, I believe one should take oneself to task and learn what is expected of them. I expect 100% from myself all the time Ma'am. I also expect that I will be ordered or asked to perform duties outside of my normal roles and responsibilities, and that I should expect that 'other duties' is part and parcel of any role."

"Equally excellent my dear!" I exclaimed, "I think you are definitely on your way to a new career. Now take those pantyhose that we manufacture. Hold them, smell them, slide your hands into them and tell me what you think."

After a short, pleasant moment of watching Jessica literally caress them, she looked up at me and offered, "Well to be honest Ma'am, I've always been a lover of stockings first, but I do have a very nice collection of very sheer pantyhose and do admit to liking how they feel when worn. As for your product I love how they smell, is there a scent embedded into them or is that added to the packaging process?"

"Very astute my dear, we actually add the scent during the manufacturing process before the hose are woven and it stays with the nylon for a good few wearings and washings before it starts to disappear. What else do you like about them?"

"Let's see, I like how strong they are." Jessica was pulling them between her hands, "they feel as though they could stand some strong use...which would be good because so many expensive brands fall short on this side of things...way too many runs way too soon for the money you pay sometimes."

"Again, very astute...we use a modified nylon that seems to be stronger than most brands...it does mean that the denier is a little heavier but we prefer to offset that against the fact that our pantyhose last a lot longer. Also, when it comes to our range of tights, nobody can match us for quality and durability."

"Ooh Ma'am, I love tights for winter!" she squealed rather excitedly. "There is something very 'comforting' about tights under a nice skirt, especially in winter. It feels as though someone is giving me a nice, tight hug around my lower body and legs," Jessica added rather eagerly.

"Good, good...now, I want you to sit back nice and straight, uncross your legs and relax for me." Jessica started to look a little worried, "Don't be afraid this will all be fine, you'll see," I added attempting to calm her somewhat. I stepped closer and taking a pair of pantyhose I moved behind and quickly looped them around her tying them nice and snugly. I grabbed a second pair and repeated the bonds to make sure she couldn't get up straight away.

Strangely Jessica went very quiet so I asked, "Do you have a problem with this Jessica? Is this not something that pleases you?"

"Ummm...no Ma'am, I m-mean yes Ma'am...well...it's just...I know that I am expected to do as asked, at all times, I just wasn't expecting anything like this...not during an interview is all."

"Well let's just say I can't decide which of my top-three is the right one for the job until a little 'practical' has been undertaken okay? So just sit still and I promise you an interview you will never forget," and with that I knelt down and taking more pantyhose, tied one leg and then the next against the legs of the chairs so they were spread wide. I had to push her tight skirt up around her waist to get her legs wide and as I did, noticed that she had obeyed me and knew what I meant about no VPL...her coffee coloured pantyhose were sheer all the way to the waist and her neatly trimmed pussy was framed beautifully underneath. I smiled and looked up at her, "very nice...I do like what I see my dear!"

Jessica just smiled a very sheepish and embarrassed smile.

I took one more pair of pantyhose and going round behind her, bound her hands lightly, then coming back around I stopped for a while admiring how helpless but damn sexy she looked with her legs spread wide, her sheer pantyhose and her possibly, moistening pussy, nestled nicely underneath them. I lingered on her pantyhosed pussy for some time then lifted my eyes to see that Jessica was blushing slightly.

"Are you comfortable my dear? Not too tight are they?" I ask.

"No Ma'am."

"Good." I grabbed my purse from my desk and removed my lipstick. Moving close I lifted her pretty face in my hands and while her makeup was very well done, I do like a darker shade of lippie on my girls. I lightly rubbed a Kleenex across Jessica's lips and then slowly coated them thickly in a rich, dark red lipstick that is an absolute favourite of mine. "You'll need this later...slut" I added under my breath, but just loud enough for her to think she heard right. Her look told me she did...good!

"Hmmm...I think we need one more pair," I said and taking another from a packet I slipped them around her eyes...not too tight as to hurt, but just enough to block out most of her view and soft enough so she can feel the softness and sheerness of the fabric, leaving her in a state on not knowing what is to happen next, but feeling wrapped sensuously in something quite sexy.

I stepped forward and pressed my pantyhosed legs against Jessica's letting her feel mine against her own. She didn't jump nor try and move away which was very heartening to say the least. In fact I felt her press her legs against mine once or twice. Standing there I said, "So...you want to be my number one executive assistant do you? What makes you think you are more special than the other girls I interviewed? What makes you think you have what it takes?" and leaning in close to her ear I whispered harshly..."SISSY!"

Jessica jumped a little and started to "um" and "aah" not being very coherent all of a sudden. I was still leaning in close and added, "ANSWER ME YOU LITTLE BITCH!"



I have to give her credit; she tried really hard to convince me, "I-I think I'm better looking than those other girls. I certainly dress nicer than them. I...ummm...I love being really girly M-Ma'am. I will do whatever you ask or order of me b-better than any of those other girls or ladies. I will n-neever let you down...ummm...or...aahhhh, anyone else I am asked to assist while in your employ Ma'am. I love that you know to dominate me like this in such a short time. I...I..."

"Enough...all good answers...and you have certainly shown a penchant for behaving and acting as ordered I'll give you that, but better than the other girls and ladies? How do you know I haven't been like this with all of them? How do you know I haven't found one that obeys EVERY. SINGLE. THING. I've asked of her? You don't do you?"

"No Ma'am," Jessica answered very quietly and sheepishly.

"No, you don't know...but I will give you this Jessica, you certainly are hotter looking than the others. So let's see how much you really want this job then shall we you little slut! The chair I have you in has an opening in the seat and your, I'm expecting by now, very eager and wet pussy, is right over it." I reached under the chair and pulled open a little access hole and pressed my fingers up against her pantyhosed framed pussy. Jessica jumped a little but also moaned as she settled back down.

"Now you know why I've pulled your skirt up to your waist and have u positioned this way." Jessica just sat there and nodded compliantly. I knelt down, slid my fingers underneath and started probing at her moistening cunt. I pressed in against her legs and felt her trying to squeeze against me with her legs. I smiled and pressed harder feeling her pantyhose start to get wetter and wetter as her cunt got more excited with every push.

Jessica was writhing more trying to help me find her excited juicy spot, while my fingers tore a hole in her pantyhose. I leant in close to her and whispered, "Do you want me to fuck you Jessica? Do want me to play with your clit, sissy? Want me to fuck that lovely wet cunt of yours bitch?!?"

She couldn't help herself much anymore, my fingers had been pressing up into and against her soaked pussy for a good few minutes, while she strained to push herself against them, "OHH FUCK YES MA'AM! Fuck me! Jam your fingers in deep! Hard! HARDER PLEASE?!?"

"You're not getting off that easily slut," I ordered and immediately pull my fingers away from her sopping cunt. Jessica moaned softly and tried to press into me, wanting to feel some sense of belonging.

"Pleeeease Ma'am?? Please make me cum. I'll do anything you wish Ma'am...just fuck me please?!!?"

"IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT YOU BITCH!" I state, "Anymore outbursts like that I might have to gag you with some pantyhose. You'll cum when I order you to and not before do you hear me?"

"Y-Yes Ma'am, sorry Ma'am,"

"That's better...in fact, maybe a gag is a good idea, but it won't be with what you think it will be," I chuckle.

I pulled my skirt up and leaned in real close to Jessica's mouth. Taking the back of her head in my hands I pressed her mouth up against my pantyhosed girliemound. Her hungry mouth sucked and licked as best she could all over me. I moved around to her side and opened my legs as wide as I could. I grabbed her hair, turned her head towards me, and pressed her hard against my diaphanous mound. "Yeah bitch! Suck me! Suck that juicy cunt you little whore, show me how much you want it!" Jessica was so eager to please, jamming her mouth into me, her face all mashed up against my pantyhosed mound, trying to suck as much as possible. I pushed her back and told her to take a breath.

She sat there catching her breath and I let things go quiet for a little bit, "Jessica?"

"Yes Ma'am?"

"Would you like to suck me and make me cum? Would you like to me to cum all over your pretty face and let you taste my girliejuices?"

"Oh please Ma'am! More than anything! Please let me make you cum. I serve to please you and only you Ma'am!"

I tore a little hole in my control-top pantyhose, and pulled my throbbing girliecock free from its confines. It felt so good to be free, tying up this little whore, fingering her nearly to orgasm and having her suck on my girliemound like that had me hard and throbbing while all tucked away...and I was severely wet from pre-cum girliejuices too I might add.

I stepped forward and took her head in my hands...I ordered, "Open wide slut!" Not knowing what to expect, Jessica opened her sexy, red lips as wide as she could and stuck out her tongue expecting to lick some lovely wet cunt. I slid my girliecock deep into her lovely mouth in one smooth motion. Jessica gasped and tried to pull back...this wasn't what she was expecting at all. I could just imagine what must have been going through her pretty little head..."a cock?!? On this woman?!? What the fuck??"

I'm not the only shemale on staff; in fact almost all our staff is either shemale or transgender in some way. As the owner, my business partner Maggie and I, carefully handpick all our staff -- in this way we end up with the most loyal staff you could possibly want for -- and, in all honesty, they don't want for anything during the work-day either -- if you get my drift --wink, wink! But I digress, back to our prospective new staff member, Jessica.




The Job Interview



With myself firmly implanted in her mouth -- which by the way, for someone expecting a cunt, she hadn't stopped sucking me since I slid into her -- I whipped off her pantyhose blindfold and her curious and questioning eyes met mine. I smiled as she ran her eyes all over me, taking in my large round breasts, full curves, skirt pulled up to my waist and my hard girliecock protruding from a hole in my pantyhose, which was now sliding slowly in and out of her lovely mouth.

"You really are an obedient slut aren't you Jessica?" I asked as she nodded as best she could with a mouth full of girliecock. "There you were all prepared to lick and suck my juicy cunt, yet you eagerly slurped down on an unsuspecting girliecock! You don't care what makes you cum do you?"

"Well my dear...as long as you're prepared to serve, I can see to it that you get whatever it is that makes you happy...girliecock, pussy or both." I pulled out of her mouth and asked, "Is that what you desire Jessica?"

Gasping and panting for breath, Jessica answered, "Y-yes Ma'am! I promise to do as ordered, to serve as expected and to please as requested Ma'am!"

"Good! Now shut the fuck up and suck me off you little whore! Convince me that you're the right sissy-slut for the job!" I added as I jammed my girliecock back in, making her gag on it all the way down the back of her throat.

I spend the next few minutes fucking her soaking wet mouth...it felt so much like a pussy and I closed my eyes relishing the sensation as she sucked down on me, running her tongue around my shaft while it slid in and out of her. I started to notice Jessica twitching and moaning a little more and realised she was close to cumming -- not to mention myself -- I pulled out and stepped back, "Oh no you don't! There's no way you're allowed to cum yet. We've got a lot more 'interview' to get through yet" I ordered.

I moved round behind her and untied the pantyhose as well as her legs, ordering her on her hands and knees. I placed a bar between her knees and one between her ankles tying them off with pantyhose again, making sure those sexy, sheer legs would stay open all the time! I also took a pair of stockings from a new packet, balled them up and rubbed them all over her soaked pantyhosed, framed pussy...her cunt juices making them soaking wet and sticky...I then stuffed them into her mouth, and finished off with pantyhose tied around her head to keep the stockings in and letting her savour her own juices.

I slowly walked around her taking in her slutty dishevelled appearance -- her red skirt pulled up around her waist, her blouse undone exposing her white lacy bra and full breasts, her pantyhose completely soaked around her cunt and thighs - in fact she was so wet it looked like she had cum already. I knelt down behind her and lightly pressed up against her, my slick girliecock sliding easily along her crotch, rubbing against her sticky girliejuices. I took a little self-pleasure in the situation, and soon I heard a knock at the door.

Getting up I took one more pantyhose pair and blindfold Jessica once more. I know it's my business partner, Maggie so I don't bother re-arranging my skirt or exposed girliecock. As Maggie comes in, Jessica can hear the tell-tale click-clack of another woman's heels. What Jessica can't see is that Maggie is all curves and heels -- she is a stunner in her pale-yellow business suit with tight hobble skirt, light tan pantyhose and white 5" heels. Her hair is up in a french braid and her makeup is exquisite, having just come from our favourite salon.

Maggie looked down at my slick, semi-hard girliecock and taking a nice firm hold of it, she led me over to Jessica and offered, "Soooo, this is the little slut you were telling me about Georgia. Cute, really cute...I love her suit and that arse in those pantyhose -- as is obvious by your state she is rather fuckable too I imagine!"

Jessica can do nothing but kneel there as we talk about her. And while Maggie lightly strokes my girliecock, I described how Jessica loved the fact of finding a sexy girliecock under all that femme finery. We go on for some time talking about how we might jam big dildos in her cunt and her arse and how we might even fist-fuck her until we get both our hands up there. And how we think we could get her to suck two girliecocks off at the same time. We watch smiling as Jessica twitches and moans as we trash her like a piece of slutty, cunt-toy for us to use however we like. And with her back to us trembling, she has no idea whether we are being serious or not.

We let things go very quiet for some time. Jessica is still on her knees and not really sure what is going to happen next, if anything at all for that matter. All she can hear is the rustling of clothes and something heavy being pulled across the floor. Maggie and I kneel very close to her head and then we help her move her body onto a low, padded bench to allow her arms some rest. We now have her over a small 'horse' and positioned very well for whatever we desire.

Having taken her girliecock from within her pantyhose, Maggie and I now kneel very close facing each other. We whip off her blindfold and she finds herself staring at two large, pantyhose-framed girliecocks being stroked by each other...Maggie is huge and she glistens with pre-cum...Mine is already slick from all the fun before, and from Maggie having her own fun since arriving. We move in real close and lifting her head, begin to rub ourselves all over her pretty face, making her wet and sticky with our girliejuices -- Jessica presses against us, probably wishing she didn't have a mouth full of stockings so she could suck as we tease her. Maggie takes a moment to lean down and lick the juices from her pretty face.

"Now Slut," I ask, "Which of us should fuck you first? Me first and loosen you up for Maggie's huge girliecock, or should we have her just fuck you straightaway?. But you know what Maggie; I don't think this little slut deserves to have a lovely girliecock in her cunt like most women. I think she needs to be taught her first lesson -- how it really feels for a proper 'woman' -- one with a lovely hard girliecock -- to get fucked in that possibly virgin arsecunt of yours?!?"

Jessica started whimpering and I'm sure, trying to complain, but of course we weren't going to have any of that. "Oh shut it Jessica!" ordered Maggie. "You will take these lessons and we will fuck that possibly virgin arsecunt of yours, but first you will never ever refer to it as your pussy or your cunt -- from hereon in it will be your 'arsecunt', and you know why? Because that is what sluts and sissies have -- an arsecunt...it's just like a cunt, only tighter and so much more enjoyable to fuck! You may be a virgin, we're not sure yet, but we bet a bondage whore like you loves taking it up the arse don't you?!?"

Jessica is not sure what to think, she hasn't seen Maggie's girliecock yet, just felt it against her face, and doesn't know how much bigger she is than me -- in fact she is much larger than me and while mine was big in her mouth, she is really going to know what a big girliecock is once Maggie starts jamming it deep into her arsecunt!

Jessica just kneels there and thinks to herself, "well...it's not like it's my first time for anal, but it's only ever been with little butt-plugs or slim dildos while I masturbated...I mean, how much bigger can she be than Ma'am? That was a good size on her..."

While Maggie moves around behind Jessica, I lean down to offer her some consolation, "My dear...you did say you would obey in whatever manner I asked of you. Well when it comes to my colleagues and friends, they get the same attention and services provided them as you would me! You're mine now Sissy so get used to it." As Maggie slides up behind Jessica, I take her hard girliecock in my hands and stroke it harder and harder -- I love watching her girliecock get hard and throb in the way it does...she really is well endowed for such a sexy woman. Maggie closes her eyes, rocks back and forth a little with her eyes closed as I tease her to readiness. Opening her eyes and looking at me, she says, "Let me at that sexy arsecunt Georgia, I really need to fuck something tight and hot!"

Jessica is whimpering and obviously trying to plead with us but we totally ignore the little whore -- all we want is some slutty, street-whore, pantyhose-wearing arsecunt! I lean down real close and whisper in her ear, "Now we're going to show you just how it feels to be really, truly fucked like a woman!"

Maggie leans in between those sexy, sheer legs and I take her girliecock in my hand, stroking it more and more, keeping her as hard as I can...while I'm getting her hard, her fingers are pressing and probing into Jessica's tight arsecunt...dragging cum from her soaked pussy to lube her up, "I think she's had enough fun Maggie - FUCK HER!" I yell.

And with that, Maggie jammed herself straight in, in one deep thrust. Jessica screamed into her gag. "MMMMGGGGGNNNHHHHH!!!FFFFFFFKKKKKK!!" Maggie jammed herself in again...and again...and again, as I slide my hand up and under, reaching for her cunt and find it soaking wet! Maggie has her so worked up she is literally flooding herself with pussy juices!! It didn't take long for Jessica to accept Maggie's size...and it wasn't long before she was moaning and pushing back into her -- I could see her pressing against Maggie, moaning and whimpering even louder, "Mm-mm-mmmmmggnn-nnnn-hhhhh!"

All this action was really getting me worked up as I knelt there slowly stroking my throbbing girliecock. Jessica was really getting into being fucked royally and I could tell Maggie was starting to get close to cumming also, and while Maggie and I enjoy a rather active sex life, we both tend to 'give' more than we receive, it had been some time since Maggie had felt a lovely girliecock deep inside her. I moved around behind her, and tugged her skirt all the way up over her curvy hips, tore a neat little hole for access and leaned in close saying, "Okay you lovely bitch...your turn!" And with that I jammed myself into her waiting and eager arsecunt too.

Maggie moaned, leant forward and pushed harder into Jessica, revelling in the full sensation as I pushed into the both of them. "OH GOD GEORGIA!! She's so fucking tight!!" Maggie yelled and added, "C'mon you fucking whore! Take me in, suck that girliecock deep bitch!" I reach around them and started fingering Jessica's clit as we jammed into each other- in and out, in and out -- Jessica's moans and Maggie's dirty talk, getting louder and louder.

I didn't want to cum inside Maggie as I do enjoy that quite often, but I did want to cum inside Jessica...and I just knew that Maggie wanted to fill the little bitch up too, so I said to Maggie, "I've got a better idea my dear, let's position this little whore in a way that we can both fuck her, and cum in her at the same time!"

I pulled out as did Maggie, leaving Jessica staggering for breath and whimpering like a sad little child because she no longer has what she wants. We untied her legs and removed the spread bars. With her blindfold still on and her mouth sucking hungrily on her soaked stockings, Maggie helped her to kneel across me as I lay back on the carpet. We took some pantyhose and tied her arms to her sides. Maggie then knelt behind Jessica, also straddled across my legs -- I love that feeling! Pantyhosed legs straddling each other, the silky sensation of the material sliding all over each other is soooo electric!

But I digress...I reach up and slowly massage Jessica's full breasts, every now and then pinching her erect nipples through her lacy bra. Jessica yelped and squirmed as Maggie dragged her prissy face back and jammed her tongue in her mouth, sucking on her cum-soaked stockings. I hiked her skirt all the way up and pushed in close...and taking my girliecock in my hand I reached down and guided it into her soaking wet cunt. Jessica gasped and sank herself down on it in one fell swoop. Once she was settled, Maggie pushed her forward and placing her girliecock at the entrance to her well and truly fucked arsecunt, jammed it all the way in once again.

We both sink down a little to give ourselves some good room to move and start humping in rhythm with each other. I whipped off Jessica's blindfold and pulled the soaked stockings from her mouth then ordered, "TELL US WHAT YOU WANT SLUT?!!? WHAT DO YOU WANT BITCH??"

Maggie adds, "Do you want to cum you fucking whore? Do you want two sexy women to fuck the living daylights out of you?!!?"

Between all her panting, moaning and whimpering as our girliecocks fucked her deeper and deeper, over and over, Jessica could only mutter, "Y-yes M-Ma'am...fuck me, f-fuck me re-real hard puh-please?!!?"

We keep teasing her, "Do you want to feel like a total bitch? A fucking pantyhose-slut? A sissy, cum-loving girlie cock-whore?!?

All this has Jessica nodding and moaning louder and louder, "YES MISTRESS! YES PLEASE!!"

Totally spent and totally full of girliecock, Maggie says, "Let's fuck this little whore Georgia! Show her what a real fuck feels like!!" I look up at Maggie and order, "FUCK HER MAGGIE! MAKE THE LITTLE SLUT CUM!!" Maggie is very close to cumming, as am I and yells back at me, "JAM IT IN GEORGIA! Make her feel how we feel when we're fucked up the arsecunt!!"

We pound into her, over and over, our hands squeezing full breasts, pinching her nipples and massaging her breasts. We're all close to cumming and as I press my fingers against her throbbing clit I grab Jessica's hair and pull her close whispering hoarsely, "We're gonna cum inside you, you fucking whore! Cum for me! CUM BITCH!!" Maggie is about to orgasm also, "O-OHH F-FUUUCK GEORGIA!! I-I'M GONNA CUM IN THIS BITCH REAL SOON!!"

We both push hard, feeling ourselves deep inside her, our girliecocks rubbing together inside...and grabbing her by the hips we push once more and explode together - "OOOOHHHHH!!! C-CUMMING!! FUUUUUCCKKKKK YEEEAHHHH!!!" Our cum shoots and spurts deep inside her cunt and arsecunt as Jessica bucks and spasms through her own orgasm," OH FUCK! SHIT! Y-YES!! YESSSS!!! C-CUMMING MISTRESS!! OOOHHHHH NNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

All our girliejuices start to run out of her arsecunt and pussy, all over our pantyhose as we fuck and push over and over and over. Our cum creating a huge sticky mess everywhere.

Our clothes are dishevelled, our lippie is all smeared and our hair is all messed up but we feel well and truly fucked...and best of all we used Jessica as a total sex whore and slave. After a long moment of catching our breaths, we both pull out, causing Jessica to whimper again at that "just wanna stay full" feeling. Maggie and I both stand in front of Jessica, wiping our sticky, wet girliecocks all over her face as she obediently licks and sucks us both as clean as she can -- without even being told.

Maggie and I stand there in front of Jessica helping each other out of our heels and then our ruined pantyhose. After wiping each other up with fresh face cloths and some warm towels, we take some new control-top pantyhose and help each other into them, making sure everything is neatly tucked away as always. Then we straighten our clothes and reapply our makeup. Next we help Jessica out of her pantyhose, clean her up and into a new pair of control-tops as well, slip her heels back on her and tell her to wait.

I take a large dildo out of my desk drawer, while Maggie unties her arms. I ordered Jessica to stand with her legs wide apart and then moving in close, lifted her skirt, tugged down her pantyhose, turned the vibrator on and slid it deep inside her well-fucked pussy, making sure her tight control-tops were pulled back up nice and snug to keep it there. While Jessica squirmed on the buzzing dildo, I pushed her back into a sitting position on a hard chair, with the dildo firmly planted inside. We both leant down and whispered in each ear, "Thanks for the fuck you whore! Maybe we'll come by later with our girlfriends and fuck you all over again - maybe we won't...who knows!" Jessica could only stare and I swear I sore a small glint in her eye at the thought of another session like that.

I offered one last sentiment...."You are not to move off that chair until I call you on your cell, bitch! I'll call and let it ring three times then hang up - until that happens you are to sit there with that lovely dildo jammed in your hot cunt and make yourself cum as many times as you can. Don't you dare think about getting up even for one second -- we have ways of knowing if you try. I will want to see you again tomorrow; and I will want to hear about how many times you actually came!

As Maggie and I hooked arms and turned to leave, I left her with, "Oh and one other thing...

"You got the job!"



The Job Interview



Helena straightened her skirt as she stepped into the lift. She had managed to sleep for a few hours after landing in New York that morning, and hoped the long shower and the makeup she had applied covered the worst of her jetlag. The hotel she was staying in was one of Manhattan's finest, but she had never learned to travel effortlessly, and as the empty lift ascended more than thirty floors, she hoped she was fully awake and ready for this interview.

The lift pinged discreetly, and Helena checked her lipstick once more before stepping out into a wide corridor. Expensive-looking abstract paintings hung on dark grey walls, and the thick cream carpet muffled the sound of her high heels as she walked to the receptionist's desk.

"I'm Helena Hunter," she said. "I have a 6pm interview with Ms Martinez, for the executive assistant role."

The receptionist typed rapidly and looked at her computer screen, then smiled and nodded.

"Please take a seat, Ms Hunter. Lucia will be with you momentarily."

She indicated a wide black leather sofa, and Helena sat down. She picked up a catalogue of the firm's latest work and started to flick through it, but she couldn't focus on the glossy photographs. Instead, she watched the receptionist discreetly. The woman was probably a year or two younger than Helena herself, with perfectly coiffed short dark red hair and an all-black outfit that could have been professionally styled. Helena imagined that it probably had been. The receptionist worked calmly and efficiently, answering phone calls through her headset and typing quickly and precisely. 

"Helena Hunter?" 

She had been so engrossed in watching the red-headed receptionist that she hadn't noticed a door open opposite her. A tall, thin woman with cropped dark hair, wearing a white trouser suit, walked into the lobby. Helena stood quickly and picked up her handbag. The woman walked towards her and they shook hands.

"I'm Lucia Martinez. Thank you so much for agreeing to meet this late in the afternoon."

"Not at all," Helena said. "I've had plenty of time to recover from the flight." 

"Wonderful," Lucia Martinez said, then turned to the receptionist. "That will be all for today, Anna. Thank you."

The red-head smiled and removed her headset. "Thank you, Lucia," she said, "I'll be in at nine tomorrow."

As Anna straightened her desk and got her things together ready to leave the office, Lucia Martinez ushered Helena into her office and closed the door. She waved Helena into one of the black leather armchairs, and walked to a table where a number of bottles and glasses were arranged.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"Just a glass of water would be lovely, Ms Martinez."

"Call me Lucia, please. Ice?"

Helena nodded, and Lucia poured two glasses from a jug of iced water. She set both on the glass coffee table in front of Helena, and turned for a moment to remove her white suit jacket and hang it carefully on a hook by the door. Helena stole a quick glance at her interviewer's outfit: a crisply tailored white shirt and white waistcoat topped off the white suit trousers. Even her shoes were white brogues. Not a woman prone to spilling coffee, Helena thought, contrasting the outfit to her own black pencil skirt and suit jacket over a pale blue shirt. 

Lucia settled into the armchair opposite Helena, and took a sip of water. "Shall we begin?" she asked, and Helena nodded. "Yes, of course."

Lucia asked Helena about her background and her current role as a communications assistant, and Helena did her best to answer professionally and competently. They talked about her education, and Lucia smiled when Helena mentioned her undergraduate degree from one of the UK's most prestigious universities. "I spent a semester - or term, I suppose - there myself." She paused, and Helena wondered what pleasant memories she was recalling, but then blinked and resumed her questions. 

Twenty minutes passed while Helena answered a wide variety of questions about her work, about her problem-solving experience, and about her knowledge of communications work. Lucia worked without notes, and Helena was impressed at her recall of minor details that Helena had mentioned in previous answers. Finally Lucia smiled. "Excellent. The next part of the interview will be more practical. For the role of my personal assistant, I need to know that you will be able to handle a variety of different situations with skill and discretion."

She stood up, and motioned to Helena to come over to the mahogany conference table. Helena stood, and removed her suit jacket, lying it on the back of the armchair. Coming closer to the table, she saw several small piles of documents. She picked up the top paper from one of the piles - a letter terminating a contract with one of their suppliers. She began to read, trying to pick out the salient points. Suddenly, she was aware of Lucia standing very close behind her. 

"All manner of situations, in fact," Lucia whispered in her ear. Helena tried to turn, but felt Lucia's hands on her hips holding her in place. The hand on her left hip moved up to her waist, pressing gently, and then further up to cup her breast. Helena gasped as she felt Lucia's body pressing against hers, and felt the press of something hard against her back. "Would you like to experience one of them?"

"Yes," Helena breathed, "Oh, yes," She gasped again as she felt Lucia's lips on her neck, and the hand on her breast began to squeeze harder. Lucia's right hand stroked down her leg, and slipped beneath her skirt. Helena breathed faster as she felt Lucia's fingers brush up her stockinged leg, and, dropping the papers she had been holding, she unbuttoned her shirt, allowing Lucia's hand to slip inside. Helena closed her eyes and moaned quietly in pleasure as Lucia deftly unfastened her bra at the front and cupped her breasts with both hands, pinching her nipples gently at first, and then more forcefully. She let her head fall back and Lucia kissed and sucked her neck as Helena reached back with one hand and ran her fingers through Lucia's choppy dark hair. Helena felt as though all the blood in her body was rushing to her clit. She wanted Lucia, and she wanted her now. 

"Mmm," Lucia said, "no, I don't think so," and removed Helena's hand with hers, pushing her forward gently so that she was forced to use both arms to support herself on the table. "This one is all me," Lucia said, and ran her hands down Helena's hips again to the hem of her skirt, this time pushing it up slowly. Helena could hear the smile in Lucia's voice as she reached the top of her stockings. "Suspenders," she murmured, "wonderful!" She traced the lines of the lace and ribbons with her fingers, gently pulling on the straps and allowing them to snap back against Helena's thighs, making her gasp. 

Lucia pushed the skirt higher, until it was bunched around Helena's waist, exposing her black thong. With one hand holding Helena's hip firmly, she gently reached between her legs to stroke the soft lace between her legs, feeling the warmth and wetness. "Mmm," she said again. "I think you might be ready for what I have for you. Would you like it?"

She slipped one finger inside the thong and Helena moaned again, louder this time, as Lucia's finger brushed over her clit. "Oh, yes!" she panted. "Now. Please!"

Helena heard the zip of Lucia's trousers unfastening, and a rustle as the clothes fell to the floor. With one hand, Lucia pushed Helena's thong aside, and with the other she guided the strap-on between Helena's legs. She used the tip to stroke Helena's clit, making her cry out again, and slowly worked it back and forth along the length of her vulva, until it was glistening.

"Oh, Lucia," Helena breathed, "I want it. I need it inside me." She braced her arms against the dark wooden surface of the table. 

"Say please," Lucia smiled.

"Please!"

With one hand, Lucia guided the strap-on to the entrance of Helena's vagina, and gently pushed the head into her. Helena moaned. "More!"

Lucia gripped Helena's hips once more, tighter this time, and began to thrust her hips against Helena's. With each thrust, she pushed a little more of the strap-on into Helena, and Helena panted a little louder. She bucked her hips back as Lucia pushed the full length inside her, and continued to thrust with long, slow strokes, withdrawing almost all the of strap-on each time before using her hips to push back into Helena up to the hilt.

"Faster!" Helena moaned, and Lucia obliged.

"You like it like that," she panted. It wasn't a question but a statement, as Helena began to cry out with every thrust. Her legs began to shake as the long shaft brought her close to the edge. But it wasn't quite enough for her.

"Stroke me," she gasped. "My clit - please..."

Lucia slipped one hand around Helena's hips, holding the other and continuing to thrust, but slower now. With one long finger, she began to stroke Helena's clit, and then added a second. Her fingers pressed harder, and began to massage faster. Helena lost track of how loud she was moaning and gasping as she felt waves of pleasure flowing from her clit. Her legs began to shake, and she cried out, pressing against Lucia's fingers as the strap-on continued to thrust inside her. 

"I'm - " she started to say, and then was lost in a powerful orgasm that began in her clit and radiated in pulses of pleasure throughout her body. She collapsed forward and rested her cheek against the dark cool wood of the conference table, enjoying the afterglow and feeling her body jerk in response to the last few flicks of Lucia's finger against her clit. She felt her muscles tighten and clench against the strap-on resting inside her, feeling the dildo fill her. Lucia stroked her bottom and thighs and Helena rode the last few waves, feeling her body tremble with each touch, until finally she lay still.

Lucia carefully withdrew the strapon from Helena, using the head for one last trembling flick across her clit, and helped her push herself upright and turn until she was sitting on the edge of the table. She held Helena in her arms and kissed her deeply, and Helena wrapped her legs tightly around the other woman and kissed her back. She was still breathing heavily, but felt her pulse slow as she enjoyed the touch of Lucia's tongue against her own. 

Eventually, they came up for air.

"Well," Helena said, still a little out of breath. "I can see why everyone wants to work for you."

"Ah, my actual job interviews aren't nearly as much fun as that," Lucia smiled, and kissed her again. "More tests, fewer..."

"Orgasms?"

"Exactly. But the important question is: did you enjoy it?" she asked. 

"Oh, yes," Helena replied. "Better even than my fantasy. I owe you."

"Don't be silly. You organised the last game, in Boston, and the time before that in London."

"What about Brighton?" Helena asked playfully. 

"Brighton was a win-win situation, I think." Lucia kissed Helena deeply again, pulling her close. "Now, how about dinner? Anna has picked up your things from the hotel, so we can go straight to my apartment. I have some exciting plans for tonight, and I've picked up a little something new for you to wear."

"Sounds like a perfect evening," Helena said. "But I might need to sort myself out first." She gestured at her dishevelled outfit.

"Not to worry," Lucia said, "My driver is waiting downstairs, and she is very discreet. It's only about twenty minutes from here and you can shower and clean up. Our reservation is for nine."

"And after dinner?"

"I have the next few days booked as vacation," Lucia smiled. "Let's see if we can't come up with something to occupy ourselves."



The Job? Interview



The author is always supposed to describe herself when writing a story, right? Assuming that's true I'll tell you a little about me, Jill Joy (obviously not my real name).

I'm a brunette, 43 years old, five feet tall, 98 pounds, little tits, big ass for my size, enormous libido. My body looks 25 since I work out two hours a day, six days a week; my face looks about 35 (I "might" have had a little work done). I've fucked guys 18-68 years old since age doesn't mean much to me as long as a guy is reasonably fit, doesn't have a beard, and loves to eat pussy. I don't take dicks of over 7.5 inches in my pussy (though some in my ass) and like them best about 6-6.5 inches. I love heavy testicles.

At work, I am a conservative bitch. I am the boss and to keep the office running properly I do not socialize with my employees (about fifty of them), wear my hair up, and dress very conservatively. While I am compassionate if an employee has a real problem, I do not take bullshit and do not suffer fools. None of my employees would ever believe that I would -- or even could -- write a story like this. I would NEVER fuck an employee; nothing would be worse for morale, and it could bring a sexual harassment lawsuit.

Enough background.

I created a new position in our office that I needed someone with a finance or related college degree to fill. I got about ten resumes that looked promising, five men, five women, and interviewed all of them. The last person I interviewed was Tom. Though he was 23 he insisted on being called "Tommie." I told him to call me "Jill," not "Ms. Joy." 

On paper Tommie was one of the most qualified. Unfortunately (for him if he really wanted this job) he was what some women would call a "hunk." He was about 6 feet tall, fairly long blond hair, "sparkling" blue eyes, an athletic build, 180-190 pounds, a Division I college tennis player. He had a beautiful and disarming smile, a great sense of humor, and a confident bearing. His eyes were not only "sparkling" but "piercing;" I sensed him undressing me with them during the interview.

I probably have been rattled at work only three times in the ten years that I have headed our office; this interview was one of the times. I didn't conduct it in the crisp manner I normally do and asked some questions that are legally inappropriate -- but I had to know -- such as if he was married, or in a serious relationship. When he said "No" to both, I was very pleased; but it meant there was no way that he was getting the job even though the interview with him took twice as long as the others. 

I think he was a little surprised when I told him flat out at the end of the interview that he wasn't a good fit for our office. However, I also told him that he had a great resume and good personality, and I would -- if he didn't mind -- pass his resume along to friends of mine at companies X and Y in the same city, and recommend him. He say "Great," because he needed a job - and soon. I told him that if either worked out to let me know and I would buy him dinner. With that I handed him my card (the one with my personal cell number on it -- not the one for solely business contacts). I might have "inadvertently" brushed up against his hand for a few seconds when doing that.

He left my office with a big smile on his face.

He left me flustered. 

I had to close my door, sit down behind my desk, and play with my kitty for a few minutes before I could regain my composure.

I immediately called up good friends of mine in charge of hiring at companies X and Y. Company X had the clear need for someone with his resume. My friend called Tommie that same day and arranged an interview.

I knew before Tommie did that he had the job at company X -- he was interviewed only three days after he left my office and was offered (and accepted) the job two days later. However I acted surprised -- and I didn't need to act pleased, because I was -- when he called my cell to tell, and thank, me. 

I wanted to "play it cool" so while I was pleasant on the phone I didn't remind him of my offer. I wanted him to bring it up, and he did. 

"Don't you owe me a dinner Jill?" 

"I see you have a good memory," was my reply. 

"I would never, ever, forget something like that," was his sincere, yet light-hearted, response. 

"This might be real interesting," I told myself after hearing that.

I pretended to have not been serious in making the offer, but went on to say "A deal's a deal." I asked if the upcoming Saturday night was OK with him, or if Sunday might be better. Unknown to him the Sunday question was designed just to find out if he had any plans on Sunday "in case" he might not be sleeping in his bed Saturday night.

When he said Saturday was fine, and he had no plans on Sunday so either would work I smiled to myself. I told him since it was my treat I would pick him up at 7:00 on Saturday and would arrange for the restaurant. I asked if he liked Italian food -- what guy doesn't -- and made reservations for the best Italian restaurant in town.

If you haven't already figured it out (you must be really stupid if you haven't) I intended on fucking his brains out. I didn't want to leave anything to chance. Since it was warm out, I had a lot of flexibility for dress. 

I wore my hair down; a low cut sleeveless top with no bra; a short tight skirt that showed off my ass and would be sure to ride up my sculptured thighs in the car; a thong; no stockings; four inch "fuck me" heels; and ruby necklace, ankle bracelet, and earrings.

I picked him up with my Prius at his apartment on Saturday night. He liked it that I had a "crunchy" car. He liked it more that my hair was down. He liked it most that my skirt rode up my thighs when I drove. He stared at my thighs the whole way to the restaurant -- I pretended not to notice.

I had arranged for the best table -- for my purposes -- at the restaurant. It was a glass table that I made sure would not be covered with a tablecloth. We were seated next to, not across from, each other. He had a clear view of my thighs through the glass. He also had a clear view my tiny tits with prominent hard nipples "if" (what a joke this word is) he chose to look down my low cut blouse.

I flirted expertly during dinner. I practiced the type of flirtation that a man loves most, without being brazen. Occasionally "innocently" touching his thigh; stroking his arm; and pointing my ass toward him when I sat down, or got up, or picked up a utensil I had "accidentally" dropped. Some light banter; some serious conversation; sprinklings of sexual innuendo. I was really "on my game." He didn't have a chance. Even if he hadn't wanted to fuck me when the night began he wanted nothing else by the time dinner was over.

I made some excuse to have him come to my house before I drove him home -- a CD he really liked that I was going to lend him. [I'll bet he didn't even have a CD player, just an iPhone, but he knew how to play the game.] When we got to my house I offered him a drink. He refused, which took me back a little; but when he took off his sport coat and tie at the same time he was refusing the drink I knew why -- he wanted to be at his best when he fucked me.

When he took off his tie I "innocently" said "Let me take that for you." I marveled at how nice it looked, both on and off him, and pretended to put it back up to his collar to see which was better. That was simply my way of giving him the opening he was looking for. With my hand pushing against his chest, he put his arms around mine and said "While you're trying to see if I look better with or without my tie I'm trying to visualize if you look better with or without your top on."

"Why don't you experiment?" I shot back while staring into his baby blues.

No further words were spoken except for exclamations like "Holy Shit" when he started sucking on my prominent hard nipples standing up like light houses on my little tits. After that there were only noises, like slurping sounds when mouths contact genitalia, or "whooshing" sounds when playing "hide the salami."

He was as good a lover as I had hoped. He undressed me ravenously yet respectfully. He helped me undress him. He took the lead yet quickly followed hints about what I wanted done. Within five minutes of my "experiment" question he had all of our clothes off, we had had passionate kisses, and we were in a 69 position on the living room couch.

His kisses were unique in my experience. Often when kissing a guy you wonder what else he is thinking; you don't get the idea that you have 100% of his attention. Not so with Tommie. I knew that I was all that he was thinking about or interested in -- that he wasn't just kissing me but my soul too! His tongue darted, caressed, and flicked all at the same time.

Going after pussy he was even more single minded than when kissing; he was a vaginal zealot! He had his tongue and all fingers going at the same time. I almost couldn't suck his dick he was pleasuring me so exquisitely. He moved fingers of one hand into my cunt, attacking my G-spot, while his tongue flicked my clit and the fingers of the other hand worked over both pussy lips at the same time. Then he changed hands in my cunt, licked my pussy lips, and stuck one, then two, pussy-lubed fingers in my ass. A few minutes of this and I was ready to climb the wall.

He took as much pleasure in my first orgasm as I did. That initial orgasm drove him into a frenzy. He worked me over even more passionately, seemingly simultaneously hitting every sensitive spot in, around, or near my pussy. I couldn't suck his dick because I was continuously crying out, though I was able to massage his testicles -- nice and heavy, just like I liked them!

When he brought me to my second climax that seemed to be his cue to mate. He turned me on my hands and knees and stroked his six inch cock (the perfect size for me) over my pussy lips while at the same time gently twisting a nipple. I wanted his cock so badly -- but I'm not the type to beg for it probably disappointing him. However I knew he wouldn't be disappointed once he probed me.

He shoved his cock all the way in. I was so snug it took a while even though he had expertly warmed me up! He held my hips tightly so that he could bury his dick up to his balls and then pull it completely out and then penetrate me again without a misfire. Once he let go of my hips and grabbed my hair and tits he stayed buried and banged hard. Taking advantage of my daily exercises (including Kegels) I undulated my fuck muscles and banged back at him. We weren't in sync; we didn't give a shit; each thrust, counterthrust, and contraction was ethereal. Endorphins were flowing through our bodies like the Amazon!

Tommie banged me through another orgasm then clobbered my pussy walls with a good half dozen sprays of his prime jelly. It washed my vaginal walls, filled my chasm, and overflowed even past the seal between his dick and my pussy lips.

He didn't stop there. He tormented my little cunt by banging me long past his own climax, pumping in and out of me until I had a virtually endless climax. I writhed, whimpered, and convulsed. Just when I thought I couldn't take it any more he stopped. A minute later he withdrew, turned me over, and sucked one nipple and then the next as he rubbed a thigh with one hand and my clit with the other. Eventually he wore out, and we both collapsed in a pool of cum and sweat right on the living room couch.

I awoke about three in the morning. I gazed at his sleeping face. This had been as fantastic as I had hoped. I vowed to make it even better.

I kissed him awake. We took a shower together with me sucking his dick and balls clean, and he diligently fingering both my crotch holes under the guise of cleaning them. Then he carried me to my bed and I rode him reverse cowgirl while he fucked my asshole with his fingers. I had him crying for mercy by the time that I siphoned every last drop of cum out of him, and he had doubly pushed me over the precipice by ejaculating in me at the same time as he was bringing me to an orgasm with his fingers in my ass.

We woke up Sunday morning as smug as a couple of cats who just ate a canary that they had been pining after for a year. After telling each other how fucking great, and great at fucking, the other was Tommie half serious/half jokingly asked: 

"Why didn't you hire me? The job you recommended me for and I got was almost identical to the one at your office."

My reply "Would you rather work under me with your clothes on or off?"

With that he got a big smile on his face, put my ankles on his shoulders, snuck his stiffy into my cunt, and started fucking me again! 

I guess I know the answer. 



The Job Interview



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The Job Interview



I would like to thank my very dear and good friend, BrettJ for helping me with this. His input is very important to me, and I always ask his opinion first on my stories. To you Brett, THANKYOU!

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Lucy straightened her black skirt and checked her tight white blouse one more time, before entering his office. "He" was Maxwell, the man about to give her an interview for a job she so wanted to get. As she entered his office, she felt his eyes upon her. Her skirt was short, which showed the tops of her black silk stockings - the kind that were hold - ups, with lace around the tops.

He signalled for her to take a seat, opposite his long, solid oak wood desk. As she sat, her skirt rose a little, exposing her long sexy, stocking-clad legs. Lucy saw Maxwell lick his lips with a look of desire in his eye. Maxwell found this young, fresh 18 year old very sexy and hot! He was a balding 52 year old, with bushy brows and beard, and quite porky-looking.

Sitting there, Lucy had undone a couple of buttons on her blouse, flashing a little cleavage. Maxwell feasted on her young, tender breasts, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. Under his desk, he rubbed his cock, the strain starting to hurt.

******

Trying to stay focused on interviewing this sexy young thing, Maxwell's eyes kept scanning her body all over. He drank in how her blouse hugged her breasts tightly, how her skirt had risen higher, exposing her red thong. How there was a "gagging-to-be-fucked" look in her eyes.

He stood, and walked round to her side of his desk. Perching on the edge of his desk, Maxwell drank her in more. Lucy noticed this, and opened her legs a little more, flashing her now damp-looking red thong. He lowered his hand, and stroked her leg, just stopping short of the edge of her pussy. Lucy softly moaned.

Lucy slowly undid a couple more buttons on her blouse, letting her breasts show, not caring that he was old enough to be her grandfather. She fixed her eyes on his bugling cock in his pants. She dared to reach out and rub it through his pants. Maxwell let out a heavy moan, and shoved his hands inside her open blouse. Maxwell fondled and squeezed her breasts with firm hands, twisting and pinching her hardening nipples.

******

Lucy unzipped his pants, and began to tease his now throbbing, very stiff cock. She pulled it out of his boxers. It wasn't the biggest cock she'd ever seen, or the widest. In fact, it was skinny and long - very long. Lucy thought it must have been a good 10 or 11 inches in length. 

The head of Maxwell's cock was already glistening with pre-cum. Lucy opened her mouth and took him, flicking her tongue over the head, tasting his bitter pre-cum. She was determined to take him all the way in her mouth. Inch by inch she moved down his shaft, feeling it fill her mouth. Lucy wanted to gag, but kept going. She'd never taken a cock this long before by deep throat. Maxwell played with her breasts more and more roughly. He was enjoying this. He knew that he would take this young 18 year old. Maxwell knew she would be his slut- fuck receptionist.

Lucy finally had him deeply in her throat and bobbed her head up and down his length so slowly, moaning as she did so. She had her hand inside her thong now, rubbing and twisting her clit, making herself cum. She'd do whatever it took to land herself this job. She felt him throb and twitch, before feeling him jerk forcefully. He squirted his cum into her sweet mouth, his cum sliding down her throat. He pulled out, grabbed her by her arms and slammed her over his desk, before yanking off her now soaked thong.

******

There she was, bent over Maxwell's desk, her thong a ripped piece of cloth on his floor. Lucy was wet, needing to be fucked. He ran his hand over her cute little ass, and with his other, he rubbed his cock over her ass. She'd never done anal before. Her ass was as pure as the Virgin Mary, about to be taken for the first time. It made Lucy nervous, but it also excited her. 

Maxwell finger fucked her pussy, one finger at a time, slipping up inside her. One by one, his fingers went. Her pussy so very slippery now. He was so forcefull with his finger fucking, it made her yelp. 

He pulled out his fingers and rubbed them over Lucy's asshole and cock in turn. His cock now hard again. He had hold of Lucy by the hips and Maxwell pushed his cock into her unfucked ass. She was tight! He loved feeling how tight she felt.

******

The second Maxwell's cock began to enter her, Lucy bit her lip, holding in her urge to whimper out loud. He pushed himself further and further into her, until he was completely inside, his balls touching her ass cheeks. He held himself there for a moment, before he began to ass fuck her. Slowly at first, then harder and faster he anally screwed her. His other hand jumped between pussy and breasts, first attacking her breasts, then her pussy. This young slut was going to be his.

Lucy felt herself building up to climax. She shook a little, as the tremors of it, taking hold. She couldn't hold back and let herself cum. This made Maxwell fuck her with much more force, making her feel her ass was going to be torn. In and out he pumped and banged her. It surprised her at how well a man with such a skinny, but long cock could fuck and use so well.

Maxwell soon filled her ass with his cum. He pulled out and lowered himself down to her ass and began licking round the rim, sometimes putting the tip of his tongue where his cock had been just a few minutes before. Lucy squealed with delight from this. He slid a finger into her and pulled it out. He offered his cum-covered finger to her. Lucy sucked it in, swirling her tongue all over, tasting his bitter cum that was shot into her ass a few minute beforehand.

******

Lucy turned round to face him, ripped open his shirt, the buttons pinged off. He too, tore at her blouse and tossed it to the floor. Next he yanked her bra off and her luscious breast hung freely. He took one into his mouth and bit, sucked and licked. She tasted so damn good to his eager tongue.

He went from breast to breast, sucking, biting and licking each one with determination to make them red raw. Her nipples were like small hard rocks, protruding outwards. His cock was in her hand. Lucy jerked at his cock, getting more and more on heat by the touch of the slippery wet manhood she held. She was as naked as the day she was born, standing there in front of him.

Maxwell stood back to admire this beauty. His cock standing to attention like a sargent in the army. Lucy pushed herself up onto his desk, and spread her legs open wide, giving him a view of that sweet, wet, young cunt that was willingly on offer to him.

******

Lucy kept her eyes firmly on his and rubbed her pussy. She inserted one finger, then another and another, until her whole hand was inside her. Maxwell could hear the squelching sound her pussy was making. She removed her fingers one by one and offered them to his open, bearded mouth. He sucked them in, licking off her sweet juice. 

She reached for his hand, pulled him close and shoved his hand onto her snatch. She was dripping! He rubbed and poked at her, balls filling with cum. He removed his hand and rammed himself into her. The penetration making her cry out in sheer pleasure.

Holding Lucy on his cock, Maxwell pushed her onto her back, raising her legs high. Her ass was hanging off his desk. Reaching for a marker pen, Maxwell inserted it into Lucy's ass. It was much wider than his cock, so it caused her eyes to fill. 

******

In turn, he toyed her ass, and fucked her. In went the marker pen, out came his cock and so on. She was bouncing in a matching rythmn, in time with his cock and the marker pen invading her rear. He was slipping in and out of that young pussy with such ease. His cock shining from her wetness.

Darting his tongue roughly into her mouth, he kissed her. Lucy explored his mouth with her own tongue, wanting to cum. Her heart was racing with oblivion, beads of sweat forming on Maxwell's forehead.

Letting go of the marker pen, Maxwell fucked away at her young cunt with the power of a wild animal. Papers on his desk sent flying from the forcefully rocking. His cock twitched and urged him to fill her, cum splattering the walls deep inside. 

******

Dropping to his knees, Maxwell took hold of the marker pen, which was still in her and rammed it deep into her, making her gasp and scream, and writher. Her cunt looked too inviting not to eat. With one hand, he pulled at the opening folds of skin, before diving in with all he had. Teeth and tongue attacking her clit, bringing Lucy to another fast climax. She was gushing! Maxwell thought he would drlips.own in this beauty's love juice. She had covered his face and beard, and tongue. 

Rising from eating her, taking the marker from her rear, he looked, smiled a dirty old man smile. Handing her her now messed and torn clothes, and reaching for his own, Maxwell said " You start Monday and don't bother with wearing any underwear. You will not be needing it!" Lucy turned to look at him and replied, "So the job's mine?!", with a sexy little smirk across her. 



The Job Interview



Author's Note: I originally posted this story under the name zeke81. Time has passed and I've had several suggestions about improving this story so I am submitting this revised version. Please feel free to read the version posted under zeke81 and let me know which version you think is better.

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"Good morning, Miss Roberts." Mark said.

"It's Mrs. actually, but please call me Nicole." Nicole said.

"Okay Nicole, I was looking over your resume before you got here and I'm afraid that it's not that impressive. There are other candidates for this position with a good deal more working experience and better qualifications than you have. I'm a reasonable man though; I understand that it's hard to get started in the world unless someone is willing to take a chance on you. So tell me Nicole, why should I take a chance on you?" Mark asked.

"Well sir, I'm sure that you are aware that not all of a person's qualifications can be put on a piece of paper." Nicole said.

"That's very true. What can you bring to the table that isn't easy to put on this piece of paper?" Mark asked.

"Well, I'm very easy to get along with, and I get along with others quite easily. I'm very good at working as part of a team. I can also do things on my own effectively as well. I would be able to work long hours with you when normal working hours just aren't enough to get things done. I would even be able to go away with you on business if you were to need me to." Nicole said.

"Really? I thought you were married. What would your husband think of you working long hours and going on business trips with your boss?" Mark asked.

"Sir, my husband is a workaholic. I see him primarily only on weekends, and that's only when he's not away on business himself. In fact it was my husband that suggested that I try to get a job to fill all of my free time; which is something that I have a whole lot of." Nicole said.

"Well, I must say that I'm surprised that a young woman like you has the free time to work at all. Forgive me, but I would figure that you would have a couple of kids running around at home to take care of." Mark said.

"I truly wish that were the case, but unfortunately I am unable to have children. My husband and I are considering adoption because we do want to have a family, but we're looking more at older children that could be put in daycare. My husband's work provides daycare services to employees." Nicole said.

"Well, I'm very sorry that you aren't able to have your own children. I can only imagine how that must feel." Mark says.

"Thank you for your sympathy sir, it was devastating at first, but I've come to accept it." Nicole said.

"While it is unfortunate that you can't have children; I can see one definite advantage of your situation." Mark says.

"What's that?" Nicole asks.

"You can have all the sex that you want without being on birth control or using a condom and you don't have to worry about an unwanted pregnancy." Mark says.

"Yes, I suppose that's true. Personally I'd rather have the baby." Nicole says.

"Of course. Well Nicole, it was a pleasure meeting you and I wish you luck, but I'm afraid that you just aren't what I need in an assistant." Mark says.

"Please sir, give me a chance. This is my last hope for a job." Nicole says.

"I'm sorry Nicole, but I just can't rationalize hiring a woman that has absolutely no experience and doesn't have the necessary qualifications to such an important position." Mark says.

"Please sir, I need this job, I'll do anything to get it." Nicole says.

"Anything huh?" Mark asks.

"Yes sir, anything." Nicole says.

"Okay, let's see if you're telling the truth about that. Stand up." Mark says.

Nicole stands up.

"Touch your nose." Mark says.

Nicole feels silly but she touches her nose.

"Touch your chin." Mark says.

Again Nicole feels silly but she touches her chin.

"Touch your left ear." Mark says.

Nicole touches her left ear.

"Touch your right breast." Mark says.

Nicole looks at Mark with concern.

"Sir..." Nicole says.

"I didn't stutter Nicole. If you want to have any chance of getting this job you will touch your right breast." Mark says.

Nicole takes a deep breath and moves her hand to her breast.

"Very good, now take off your dress." Mark says.

"Sir, I must protest, this is highly inappropriate." Nicole says.

"You said that you would do anything to get this job. Did you mean it or didn't you? If you didn't mean it that means you were lying and I certainly do not want a liar working for me." Mark says.

Nicole takes another deep breath and reaches behind her back and unzips her dress. She slips it down off her body. She's careful not to let it fall on the floor. She drapes it over a chair and turns back to face Mark in nothing but her bra, panties, a garter belt, and a pair of stockings.

"Good; very good. Now the rest of it, take the rest of it off." Mark says.

Nicole looks at Mark and then lowers her head in shame as she begins to remove the rest of her clothing. 

First she unclips the garters from her stockings and takes them off; and pulls the garter belt off. She unclasps her bra and pulls it off exposing her breasts. Finally she steps out of her panties leaving her standing in front of Mark completely naked. She holds one arm across her chest and her other hand in front of her pussy.

"I wanted you to get undressed so that I could see you naked Nicole. Please move your arms out of the way so that I can get a good look at you." Mark says.

Nicole hesitantly moves her arms away from her breasts and pussy.

"That's a good girl. Now slowly turn around for me so I can see you from the sides and the back as well." Mark says.

Nicole slowly turns around.

"Very nice. Now get on your knees." Mark says.

"On my knees?" Nicole asks.

"Yes, on your knees." Mark says.

Nicole gets on her knees. Mark opens his pants and walks over to her.

"Open your mouth." Mark says.

"Please sir..." Nicole says.

"Do you want this job or not?" Mark asks.

Nicole takes a deep breath and opens her mouth. Mark puts his cock in her mouth.

"Now suck it and suck it good." Mark says.

Nicole has to fight back the tears as she sucks Mark's cock. He cums in her mouth then pulls out of her mouth and walks over by his desk.

"Very good. Now, come over here, sit on the edge of the desk, and lean back on your elbows." Mark says.

Nicole sits on the edge of the desk and reclines on her elbows.

"Spread your legs open for me." Mark says.

Nicole has tears in her eyes as she spreads her legs apart fully exposing her pussy to Mark. Mark walks up between her legs.

"Please don't..." Nicole starts.

"Don't worry Nicole, it's not like you're gonna get pregnant." Mark says.

Mark plunges his cock into her and fucks her hard and fast shooting his cum into her. Nicole reaches orgasm as the cum enters her.

"Now put your clothes on and get out of here." Mark says.

"What about the job?" Nicole asks.

"We'll make our final decision and give you a call in a few days, but you really improved your chances today." Mark says.

Nicole gets dressed and walks out of Mark's office. The woman behind the desk smiles at her when she comes out.

"So did he give you my job today?" Lisa asks.

"No, he said he'd be making his decision and he'd call me in a few days. It looks like your job is safe for a few more days Lisa." Nicole says.

"I guess we'll see you tomorrow then." Lisa says.

"Make sure he's got at least an hour open in the afternoon. I'm really determined to get your job." Nicole says.

"He's actually got an opening from 2:30-4:00. I'll schedule your next 'interview' during that time." Lisa says.

"That will be great. See you tomorrow." Nicole says.

Nicole walks out and a few minutes later Mark comes out of the office.

"Did my wife already go home?" Mark asks.

"Yeah, I think she was a little upset that you didn't give her my job today." Lisa says.

"Hey, she claimed to be a woman that was unable to have children and was desperate for a job. I decided to go with the use the pathetic woman and get rid of her routine." Mark says.

"Well she must really want my job because she's scheduled for another interview tomorrow from 2:30-4:00." Lisa says.

"An hour and a half? You might want to clean out your desk, an interview like that might just be enough to convince me to hire her." Mark says.

"I'll wait to clean out my desk until after the interview, just in case. Do you think this is all because of the pregnancy or is it stuff she wanted to do before but the hormone swings of pregnancy are letting her ask for them now?" Lisa asks.

"I don't know Lisa, but I'm gonna enjoy it for as long as I can. Oh, call the flower shop and have a dozen roses ready for me to pick up on my way home." Mark says.

"Yes sir." Lisa says.



The Job Interview



They stare at each other as she enters his office for her interview. He stands to greet her. She is wearing a sexy tight-fitting red dress. It low v-neck shows her ample cleavage, and round ass. He is wearing a grey pinstripe suit pants, shirt and tie, his jacket slung over the back of the chair. They don't waste any time as he moves behind her to close the door. He knows what he wants, and she is more than willing to give it to him. She was already wet from the first moment their eyes met in the hallway as she entered the building.

HE: I lift your dress up and bend you over my desk. 

SHE: "Fuck me hard," I beg as I lean over, my legs spread apart. 

HE: Grabbing your hair and pushing my hardness into you hard as I slap your ass and pull your hips to me. 

SHE: I am so wet that you can easily fuck me fast and hard, I moan every time you penetrate me, enjoying it so much.

HE: I pull out and turn you around so you're sitting on my desk facing me with your legs wide open. I kneel down and bury my face in your wetness licking up and down your inner thighs. 

SHE: The more you lick, the wetter I become; my cum all over your face. 

HE: Pushing two then three fingers in you, fucking you with them while I suck on your hard clit. 

SHE: I moan and squirm with every feeling of pleasure. 

HE: My tongue goes deep inside you licking and sucking all over your pussy I can't wait anymore. I come up and kiss you hard pushing my cock inside you again at the same time.

SHE: I can taste myself on your lips as we kiss. The teasing and building pleasure overwhelm me as I orgasm and coat your cock in my cum. You feel your cock getting soaked as I moan loudly and shudder. 

HE: I feel my own orgasm building now with your cumming. 

SHE: You slow down a bit, forcing me to press my hips against you, circling my pussy on your cock. I press against you hard, wrap my legs around your waist and pull you against me. 

HE: Pre cum oozes out followed by my cock jerking and growing inside of you. 

SHE: I can tell you are close to cumming, I orgasm for a second time. 

HE: Finally I moan as cum shoots so deep inside your pussy, my cock spasming over and over. 

SHE: I grab you and pull you close to hold you while you finish releasing your fluids inside of me. 

HE: Mmm we kiss deeply again as we both catch our breath. Have a seat on my couch. Tell me why you want this job while you play with your pussy for me. 

SHE: I want this job because I like taking orders from you. I want to provide you some play time in between work (makes you more efficient). I want to be able to have sex during work and I know I can do that here. Also I can masturbate under my desk while I am on the phone. 

HE: Show me how you masturbate. I want to watch. 

SHE: I start moving my left hand up my abdomen towards my breasts, as my right hand trails down to my pussy. 

HE: I sit on the edge of my desk to watch. 

SHE: I am lying against the armrest of your couch with one leg bent on top of it, the other stretched towards the floor. 

HE: I look into your eyes then I glance to your breasts seeing your nipples harden to your touch. 

SHE: My fingers circle my areola and then pinch the nipple as they circle. 

HE: You see my cock start to move slightly to semi-hardness again.

SHE: The desire to fuck you begins taking over again, my horniness increasing as I stare at your growing hardness. The fingers on my other hand are gently stroking the outside of my pussy, trailing some wetness with them. 

HE: My gaze moves to your pussy. 

SHE: Having you watch me, stirs me even more. 

HE: Smiling as my cock hardens even more. 

SHE: My fingers move into my pussy lips, stroking up and down from my clit to my vagina. 

HE: I lick my lips as I watch. 

SHE: Slightly moving my hips into my touch. 

HE: My cock is fully hard now pointing up between my legs. I resist the urge to stroke it and continue to look to your eyes and all over your body. 

SHE: I have the strong desire to attack you, sending you to the floor and taking you. Wanting you badly, knowing how good you feel from just moments before. I resist this desire as I can tell that I am really turning you on. 

HE: I tell you to rub your clit with your fingers. 

SHE: I like it when you tell me what to do, so I quickly oblige. I put the pads of my first two fingers and exert slight pressure and friction on my clit. I pause briefly to insert my fingers once inside me to spread the moisture on my clit. 

HE: Now I can't resist touching my hard cock, rubbing underneath it as I stare at your pussy. 

SHE: I increase the speed of which I am touching myself, as it feels better and better. 

HE: I tell you to rub some of your wetness on your nipples. 

SHE: I return my gaze to your cock in your grip as this turns me on even more. As I continue to rub my clit, I insert two of my fingers from the other hand into my pussy. 

HE: I stroke back and forth increasing speed as I watch.

SHE: I insert them three or four times, getting a rise out of myself. Still moaning, I remove my fingers and return them to my tits rubbing my wetness on my breasts and around my nipples. You can see the trail of the wetness as the light glistens off of it. I smile as I feel so good and enjoy watching you pleasure yourself while thinking about me, mmm. I reinsert my two fingers, keeping them inside moving them around. 

HE: I just so happen to have a vibrator in my drawer so I reach into it and toss it to the couch next to you (always prepared). 

SHE: My wetness increases as I look over to the cock shaped vibrator lying next to me. I remove my fingers from my cunt, bringing them to my face. I smell them and trace the outside of my lips with them, before seductively inserting them into my mouth. I suck them briefly to extract the taste; the taste is mildly sweet and refreshing. I finish by running my tongue around them while they are outside of my mouth to finish cleaning them off. I use them to reach down and pick up the newly introduced toy. I leave the vibrator off as I bring it towards my face, I teasingly lick the head of it while glancing briefly at your cock. 

HE: My cock jumps a little in anticipation. 

SHE: I close my eyes as I pretend it is your cock in front of my face. My tongue and lips licking and kissing the entire shaft before taking the tip into my mouth. I reinsert it, sucking it, in my mouth several times. 

HE: So hard to not reach out there and touch you but I hold back and stroke faster. 

SHE: I remove it from my mouth and lightly drag it across my tits, down my abdomen on top of my mound. I move it around lightly outside of me. With one hand I stroke and part my pussy lips, pressing the vibrator inside of my lips, inserting just the tip inside of me to get it wet with my cum. I start to slide it up and down my lips as the finger on my other hand circles my clit. 

HE: I start to squeeze just the head of my cock, pulling it and caressing my balls. 

SHE: Mmmm... I stare at you touching yourself and imagine that head teasing me as the vibrator does. I turn the vibrator on, low at first. My eyes still fixated on your rock hard cock. 

HE: Stroking faster now under your gaze. 

SHE: I pass the side of the vibrator against my clit, moving it up and down my lips, intermittently rubbing against my clit. 

HE: I stand up now as I take in your whole body about two feet away from you. I let go of my cock, it sticks out toward you. I step closer slowly as I watch you rubbing the vibrator over your clit. 

SHE: My hips thrusting towards you, desiring you even closer. 

HE: I move closer to you my cock is now inches from your face. 

SHE: I move my face towards it as my lips touch the head of your hard cock, kissing it with my soft lips. 

HE: I caress your breast as my cock rubs against your lips. 

SHE: I push the vibrator deep inside of me. I let a moan out and take your cock inside of my mouth my one hand guides your cock, while the other moves the vibrator in and out of me. 

HE: I am so turned on from watching you that I can feel another orgasm building. 

SHE: I suck your cock as I guide it in and out of my mouth stroking it as it penetrates my mouth. 

HE: My eyes move back and forth from your mouth on my cock to the vibrator in your pussy. Cock hardening I start to move it faster in and out of your mouth. 

SHE: I start to cum, fucking myself harder as I orgasm. HE: As I hear you moaning over my cock, my cum starts to shoot, filling your mouth with a load. Some dripping out onto your chest. 

SHE: I swallow as your cock spasms in my mouth. I suck it a few more times as it starts to soften.

HE: My knees go weak as I release tension. 

SHE: My body gets numb with relaxation. 

HE: I sit down next to you on the couch and I reach out to kiss you. Lips and tongues together. I taste my saltiness on your tongue. 

I think you're hired.



The Job Interview



Have you ever had a job interview that really made you overly nervous? A job that you weren't even sure was meant for you, maybe even seemed out of character for you? Well that is the position I was last week. 

I had a run of really bad luck lately and as a result I was looking at losing not only my car, but also my house. So, I needed money coming in fast and in large quantity. Since I already had one job this one needed to have unusual hours, good pay and fairly light hours—no one can work 24/7—even if they wanted to. 

It so happens that there was a job advertised in the paper that was almost perfect. The only problem was that it was working someplace I never would have dreamt of working: an erotic emporium. I went to interview for the job and that is when I got the surprise of my life—the interview process was definitely not what I expected to go through. 

For a normal interview I'd have expected to bring my resume, talk with an interviewer or two, discuss my expectations of the job, salary requirements, benefits and such. This one was a tad different. Now I have no problem working for a woman—I've done it too many times to count—but I never expected that woman to, upon meeting me, slap a collar on my neck and command me kneel in front of her. 

I also never expected that she would cut my clothes from my body and tell me that I got the job. Of course the job does involve demonstrating all of the various products and assisting her in making sure that they are used properly. 

Being naturally submissive, at least part of the time, I had no problem submitting to my interviewer. Considering my interviewer was an Asian female, about 5' tall, long, silky, black hair in a ponytail that went to her ankles, had almond-shaped eyes of jade green color and a dominating attitude that brooked no hesitation or attitude I had no problem with her. If she chose to make me her bitch, I would yield my ass to her without question. 

My interviewer's/dominatrix's questions were not, obviously, of the pay, hours, benefits type but rather of the more sexually explicit type. She asked me, "Do you lick pussy? Do you lick ass? How many times can you cum in an hour? How long, thick and hard are you now? Do you like to wear woman's clothes? If so, what piece or pieces? What sex toys do you like to have used on you? What ones do you like to use on your sexual partner or partners?" 

Her questions were a rapid fire barrage designed to get the truth of my desires and it was a seemingly unending barrage that, unbeknownst to me, was being recorded to dvd as we spoke. What was I to do? She had, after all, already removed my clothes and there was no way I was getting out of there without severe embarrassment at the least. 

Now I know I am kinky so my answers were, without a doubt, explicit, truthful and very arousing to anyone who actually just listened to them. Had I known I was being recorded I most certainly would have phrased my answers differently, although clamming up was definitely not an option. 

After all, how does one tell the police that they ran naked, from an adult emporium-type store, and a beautiful woman, without looking like they are mad, crazy or on seriously heavy drugs? 

She asked me questions for hours upon end it seemed. The whole time I was, naturally, very hard indeed. Between the questions she asked, her dominating attitude and her teasing of my cock from time to time there was no way I could have gone soft. I doubt she would have allowed it. 

Honestly, it could have been minutes, seconds or hours, but my cock was so distracted I had no idea at all. It seemed that the motions of her hand on my cock put me deep into a trance. Now I am no stranger to the lifestyle of BDSM, so when I say it felt like I went extremely deep into subspace, you know I am not joking. 

I can't properly describe it any other way, but when I finally was in her power I felt not only like I belonged there, but that I had been there all of my life. It was as if I knew nothing else in my life—like my mind had been wiped of all other thoughts. 

I towered over this Asian beauty by a whole foot, but she brought me to my knees faster than a congressman can lie. Each word she spoke, no matter how softly, was a command to me and I obeyed fully and without hesitation. 

Everyone has heard of glory holes where men stick there cocks through to get them sucked or people put there hands there to get a cock to suck. My mistress had plans for me involving them, but in this case I was to be doing nothing but having women use my cock. 

This lovely temptress had me so under her spell I never noticed that the water she gave me during our first moments together tasted funny. So I never questioned why I suddenly had the desire to submit to her so fully and why my cock was instantaneously hard. 

Actually, I didn't question anything at all—it was as if all my inhibitions—the few I actually have—had been removed completely. 

Now, I know now that the cause was that she had dissolved a mixture of X and Viagra into my water. 

I had my cock hard and unflagging relentlessly sucked and inserted in numerous pussies and asses. It was washed well between uses and I was used for many, many more hours then I can remember. 

Of course, being used like this did present a problem, staying standing after repeatedly going weak in the knees. My mistress solved this binding me to the wall hand and foot. Thankfully the cuffs she used to bind me with were fur-lined because I was ridden very hard for a period of time that would have cause me major pain otherwise. 

As the women on the other side of the wall repeatedly violated me I responded as any aroused man would. The problem was I that I had no control over my cock. It stayed up long after it had been practically rubbed raw by the large number of women who used it and they had no compunction about having used it in their asses, mouths, pussies and even between their breasts. 

When I awoke, I am not even sure of the day let alone the hour, I was told my interviewer that I had indeed gotten the job. I was confused by this until she told me that when she had initially told me I got the job that was actually only to lure me to the second, more real, interview. 

Of course, I eagerly accepted the position—or should I say positions—eagerly. 



The Job Interview



That was it she has had enough, she had given them everything she had and they had just turned around and kicked her in the teeth, HOW DARE THEY!! They had let Hayley do an interview, can you bastard believe it, HOW DARE THEY??!!

Well there ways to fight back aren't the, she had never really been sure about going to the job interview, it was just really a back up, just in case, but well fuck 'em, she was leaving.

She arrived at the offices half an hour early too have a good look around, the place was stunning, a huge glass and steel office block, so professional looking. The learning centre took up a whole floor of the offices and was just as tasteful as the rest of the building. A male receptionist showed her to the waiting area, and she watched the students come and go. They were all young well dressed people, polite and courteous to the staff. The training manager has explained on the telephone that all the vast majority of the clientele were young professionals brushing up their computer skills, no more stinking, pox ridden doley scumbags for her.

With a friendly smile the receptionist came back and showed her to the training manager's corner office. It was huge, massive floor to ceiling windows flooded the room with natural light highlighting a desk the size of a king-size bed, and two 3 seater leather sofas lined the other walls. The interviewer stood up as she entered the room and stretched out her hand to simultaneously greet her and guide her to her seat.

Her prospective, boss Ms Darling was amazing, tall with straight blonde hair and features straight from a German supermodel, cheekbones so high and defined they were like razor blades. She was wearing a black business suit that looked liked it cost a year of her old salary.

'Drink?' Ms Darling enquired so abruptly she almost jumped.

'tea please' she managed to reply without stuttering.

'Darjeeling, earl grey, green?'

'erm...PG' she mumbled temporarily forgetting she knew quite a lot about tea.

Ms Darling snapped her fingers to the receptionist who hurriedly went to fetch the refreshments.

'So Miss Andrews could you give me a run down of you abilities and job skills paying particular attention to what will make you a valuable employee here?'

Chloe explained this quickly and concisely, calming down as Ms Darling began to smile as she realised she at last had someone who knew what they were talking about. 'Well done Miss Andrews, I think you may be the right candidate for the job, I would like to explain your duties to you'

Her mind was buzzing how could she have got the job this quickly, there must be a catch.

'Your main duty is rather simple, you will do exactly as I tell you when I tell you. You will follow my orders to the letter DO YOU UNDERSTAND??!!' she was off her chair at the last sentence and breaking into a scream.

'Yes yes' Chloe squirmed to shocked to realise she had accepted a job from this screeching Nazi.

'for your obedience you will be more than adequately rewarded, your present salary will be doubled, your holiday allowance will be 40 days a year, your company car will be a Porsche Boxster in any colour you wish also this office will be yours as I move to more capacious surroundings'

Chloe was utterly confused at this point, she had no inclination to work for this nut job but she was never going to get a better offer than this. Her greed kicked in and she nodded acceptance.

'Ok please wait here I need to change' she spun on her stiletto heel and stalked out of the room into the private bathroom.

The new employee was torn between grabbing her bag and scarpering or hanging round to see what happened next. Before her mind was made up the door was thrust open and out stepped Mrs Darling dressed rather differently than before.

Her Hair had been scraped back into a severe pony tail that was not the most striking thing however Ms Darling was dressed almost head to toe in shiny black PVC. She said almost as the outfit was missing the breast and crotch and pieces. Her huge pale pink tipped tits stood proud and perfect from there black surrounds, Chloe's eyes sank down her body to her pussy, it was perfect. It was hairless and smooth and plump. The inner lips protruded pink puffy and very wet. Chloe's eyes shot back up to Ms Darlings face while her jaw dropped in the opposite direction.

'Take your clothes off ', Ms Darling calmly ordered.

Beyond caring and rational thought did as she was told stripping off her equally nice but not as expensive suit. As she was removing her knickers there was a knock at the door and a murmured 'tea'. Chloe froze bent over, thong at her knees, bum facing the door.

'Come in' commanded Ms Darling.

The boy from reception strode in to the room, he did not show the slightest surprise at the situation, he placed the tea things on the desk and walked past and out the door again, a slight smirk on his face the only indication he has even noticed.

'Kneel' Ms Darling ordered.

On autopilot she dropped to her knees, her own pussy was wet now as she knelt and squashed her legs together she could feel that her inner thighs were slippy with her juice. Her mistress strode up to her on high patent leather knee high boots and positioned her pussy inches from Chloe's face. She was breathing heavy now as she prepared to taste another woman's pussy for the very first time.

Ms Darling took another step forward so now she was straddling Chloe's face and her pussy was pressed into her open mouth. Tentatively Chloe stuck out her tongue into the other woman's folds, she couldn't believe how soft and slick it was. The taste was sweet and salty at the same time but clean like spring water. Her tongue dipped into the hole, it was tight and she felt little spasms as the muscle gripped her probing tongue. She then sought out the little bud of her clitoris, she pushed back its little hood and swirled the tip of her tongue around it like her ex boyfriend had done to her so well. As she got into a rhythm, going clockwise and anti clockwise with her tongue, Ms Darling was letting out a mixture of whimpers and low growls and grabbed her by her hair and ground her wet cunt against Chloe's willing tongue. As she came she almost fell forward but let her weight fall against Chloe and they lay in a tangle on the floor.

'Lie over the arm of that chair I've got a treat for you' another brisk order

Second nature now Chloe obeyed and arranged herself with her beautiful round bum high in the air. While Ms Darling went to her desk draw and removed some thing.

It was a strapon dildo at least 9 inches long, thick and flesh coloured with at a big mushroom head, it was attached to a soft black leather harness which was swiftly becoming attached to Ms Darling. She stood there like a pervert's wet dream, tall and clad in PVC with this huge cock sticking out from her tiny waist. Chloe felt genuine fear she had never had one that big had she? She hoped Ms Darling would be gentle.

She stood behind her admiring Chloe's sopping wet pink pussy, she rubbed the dildos head against the dripping clit smearing it with juice. She entered very roughly shoving in at least 6 inches of the thing in one go. Chloe let a little helpless yelp but didn't make any effort to stop her if anything she pushed back against it stretching herself even further. Ms Darling started to get into a rhythm with her thrusts alternating from slow to fast, her victim could not get her breath and tears of lust were streaming down her face. She could just squeal the occasional 'faster', 'harder'. 

When Chloe came it was she felt a huge rush like she had just like a jolt of the newest designer drug, her heartbeat was racing and her skin was boiling to the touch. Her whole lower body was a mass of tingling nerve endings, the sensation of the dildo slipping out of her was a fine line between pleasure and pain. Every bit of her was alight.

'Get your clothes on I want you bright and early tomorrow morning' the last order of the day. 



The Job Interview



  So as many of my readers might have gathered by now I have a weakness for fine, shapely legs. Likewise, I have a terrible weakness for petite girls, so when this naughty little slut named Kayleigh walked into my life you can sure bet I took notice.  

Another young college girl looking for extra cash, Kayleigh showed up at my club looking for work as a waitress. After a quick interview with Carla, my manager, she was quickly upgraded to a direct interview with me. Carla knew I'd enjoy this little slut and I was feeling particularly horny that day. Usually I like to work the girls a bit. I let them start out as a waitress, then convince them to dance or strip, and slowly work up to employing them as call girls, and then if they are worthy, claiming them as my sex slaves. Of course, once my slave they often end up being brought into my underworld, lost to your world forever. Kayleigh however was shrewd and intense, and combined with my extraordinary horniness that day, I was certainly not letting her leave without fucking her.

As Kayleigh sat across from me, tugging on her skirt, it was clear she was playing the game. I could tell she knew how to use her sex to get what she wanted, and she came to flirt in order to get her job. I could also tell she knew nothing about waitressing, and had no intention of being a waitress. She knew the rumors about Club Sin, and likely the rumors about the modeling agency and probably figured a slutty little treat like herself could make decent cash as a call girl in a sex club. She smiled a smile of false innocence as she tugged at her plaid skirt. Meanwhile I wasn't hiding my obvious interest in her as I looked her over, even licking my lips at one point. Finally after I had asked her a few questions about her experience, she lead the conversation toward her real interest.

"I've never been a waitress before," she pushed her hair back as she spoke quietly, "but I heard from a friend that you were hiring for other positions as well. She called it an executive hostess or something, said I'd be good for the job." As slutty as she was she was shy when it came to asking about working as a prostitute, for that is the code which she used.

"I see," I smiled, "well it is not bad work for a young, single, fun loving college girl in need of cash. I am not sure you have the ambition for it however." She frowned at me and insisted she did. I stood and walked around the desk, sitting down on the couch along side her, lounging comfortably. "Do you know what being a hostess entails my dear?" I placed my hand on her knee, caressing her thigh as she jumped slightly. She swallowed hard, visibly nervous. "Well dear," I asked her, "let me hear you say it." Still she fumbled nervously before getting the courage to say it.

"It involves having sex for money," she whispered softly.

"It involves being a whore," I stated coldly, and she nodded nervously. "Let me hear you say it," I squeezed her knee.

"It involves being a whore," she said clearly, obediently. I could sense her fear and arousal as she followed my command.

"Have you ever fucked for money before?" I asked her. She stated she hadn't but that she had always been told she was good in bed. I had no doubt she was, looking at her it was clear she had a talented body. "Can you suck cock?" I then asked, she fidgeted only slightly this time, it was obvious she was getting used to the situation.

"I'm fantastic at sucking cock," she whispered, licking her lips. It was clear she wasn't sure where this was going, and was enjoying the fear and mystery. I on the other hand, needed to cum.

"Then show me," I told her.

"What?" she asked, taken off guard. I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her over, she slapped at my arm, protesting as I pulled her face close to mine, reminding her who was in charge.

"I said show me whore," I said sternly and let go her hair. She nodded slowly, fearfully, as she slowly slipped off the couch onto her knees. She pulled her hair back, looking up at me with that mix of fear and lust in her eyes that just drives me wild. Leaning over, she licked her lips and swallowed hard as her hands ran over my crotch, feeling my hard cock throbbing within my pants. She moaned out loud as she felt it pulsate beneath her fingers, fumbling with my belt and the button of my pants as I watched her intently. As she tugged my pants down and my cock popped up, erect and hard, already glistening with precum, she moaned, her eyes filled with hunger now. She was overcome by sexual energies, but at the time, probably had no idea what was affecting her.

"Oh my," she moaned, reaching out with her small hands to grip my large shaft. Her touch was soft, delightful, the perfect mixture or timidity and desire existed in her touch. She looked up at me hungrily, pleading with her eyes for my permission. I nodded, and she leaned forward, her tongue darting over the throbbing tip of my shaft, making little circles around the opening as I groaned loudly. Stroking the lower shaft and my balls with her hands she licked and kissed the tip, teasing it as she watched it throb and grow harder. As she licked it again she noticed Carla had entered and sat along side us on the chair of the plush couch, leaning over me, hands on my shoulders.



"Do not stop on my account girl," Carla told her, "pleasure your master, I am only hear to observe, as you may be working for me very soon." Carla managed my call girls and my slaves, and took their training very seriously. She leaned over and kissed my neck as I nodded once again to Kayleigh. "Do as I say girl," Carla added, "you don't want to make either of us unhappy." 

Kayleigh swallowed hard again and wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock, sucking at it, but taking only the tip in. Sucking and kissing she worked the head, getting me harder, twisting her tongue around the shaft, taking more of my cock in a little at a time.

"I think you could do good things with this one Carla," I groaned, enjoying the pleasure of her soft little mouth on my shaft.

"I am glad you approve of her my lord," Carla kissed my neck and massaged my shoulders as the college girl sucked harder at the tip, and then bobbed her head down, taking the whole shaft into her mouth. I could feel my cock slam against the back of her throat as she forced it all the way in, and I groaned loud, griping her hair and Carla's hair tight, hurting them both.

Kissing Carla full on the lips I let Kayleigh continue the blow job. Her tongue wagged wildly across the bottom of my shaft as that pretty little head bobbed up and down faster and faster. The tight wetness of her mouth caressed my cock, as the power of my cock intoxicated the new whore, driving her wild with hunger. Carla licked her lips, eyes fixed on the work the little whore was doing, impressed by her cock hunger, and jealous of her at the same time.

I assured Carla she would get her share of cum after Kayleigh was done, and we both goaded the little slut on. Fast and wild her cock sucking continued, my shaft glistening with her saliva. Carla didn't want to wait however and fell to her knees before me and began to suck at the base of the shaft while Kayleigh worked the head. I groaned, gripping both whores by the hair as they worked my cock. 

Their little moans and whimpers of pleasure as they doubled teamed my cock only served to increase my arousal. The hard glistening shaft throbbed as they ran their tongues up and down my cock, taking turns deep throating me. First Carla, then Kayleigh, one mouth then the other, sharing in my cock with wild hunger. Then they began to suck at the shaft in unison, tongues and lips working their way up and down the throbbing organ.

I groaned loudly, gripping their hair tight as I came uncontrollably. My cum gushed out, showering both of them with the hot seed. Hungry, wild, and desperate, they both licked at it wildly, wanting to devour every drop. Once my cock was clean, Carla stood, taking her place by my side again. Kayleigh looked up at me, her eyes fillled with hunger.

"So am I hired," she asked.

"Not yet my dear, not yet," I grinned as she looked at me with surprise and a mix of fear as I added, "time for the next test..."

(to be continued)



The Job Interview



The advertisement was deceptively simple. It stated "Wanted: Private Secretary -- multi-tasking required. Excellent benefits. Forward resume to Day Box 69."

I could ace this job. I had been an executive secretary for many years, but since my boss retired and his job function dissolved, there was no need for me any longer. And I was not about to jump into the typing pool. I remember presenting the CEO with my resignation, effective immediately. He was stunned, and it gave me satisfaction when he pleaded with me to stay and train the new hires. I gave him one week then left. No one new came in, and it was time for me to go. But this ad sounded perfect. I faxed a copy of my resume to the newspaper and referenced the Box number. And waited.

Two days later, the phone rang and a female voice with a distinctive British accent, asked if she could schedule me for an interview at 1:30 the following day. I quickly agreed, almost missing her next request.

"Excuse me?" I asked

"Mr. Sebastian has requested all female applicants wear a simple blue dress and low heeled shoes."

"Really?" I said dryly

"Yes, Mr. Sebastian is very particular." she replied

"That should be no problem. May I ask you a question?" I inquired

"Yes..."

"Are you the secretary that is leaving?"

"Yes I am."

"May I ask why?"

"Of course. I have decided to travel. I have worked hard all my life, and it is time for me to experience the things that I have always dreamed of. In this job, you will encounter a lot of cultural diversity. Mr. Sebastian travels extensively, and you will be called upon to keep the office running smoothly while he is gone. The stress level can be excruciatingly high. "

"Thank you, this job sounds perfect for me."

"When I received your resume, I thought you would fit very well here. You have all the necessary skills and experience. Mr. Sebastian is very organized and needs someone even more so to simplify his life."

"Thank you. May I ask your name?"

"My name is Jael."

"That is a beautiful and unusual name."

"Thank you. I am sorry but I must make more calls. You will be prompt?"

"I have never been late in my life."

Jael laughs. "You are so very much like me that it is eerie. The interview will be relatively brief. Mr. Sebastian relies on me to make most of the personnel decisions."

"Thank you Jael, I will see you tomorrow."

"Yes, you will...goodbye."

The Interview:

I checked myself out in the mirror one last time before leaving. Dark blue silk dress, a matching jacket, stockings, low heeled sensible pumps. I had twisted my long blonde hair up into bun and added my sapphire hair pin. Smart and classy, yet understated. Just the look I was going for.

At 1:15, I stood in front of the door. The gold script lettering simply stated "Mr. Daniel Sebastian, Import/Export". I took a deep breath, smoothed down the front of my dress, turned the door handle and entered. Immediately, all other eyes were upon me, checking me over, then dismissing me. I heard a buzzing of voices as I strode towards the oversized mahogany desk that was centered between two doors. 

"Hello Jael, I am Johanna Caspar." I said

Her eyes roam over me, taking in everything in a split second.

"Hello Johanna, it is nice to finally meet someone who listens."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Look around you. Tell me, are any of these candidates fit for this position?"

I glance around. Shades of blue were intermingled with red, pink and green accessories, spiked heels and piercings in places I could see and probably could not see. I shuddered at one applicant who was picking at something inside her thigh.

Jael gave me a wry smile and motioned me to one of the many luxurious chairs provided for waiting. I settled back into the chair and waited for his imminent arrival.

"Excuse me, may I have your attention." she spoke softly, yet all eyes immediately focused on her.

"Will you all please stand up?"

I stood immediately, arms at my side. Glancing quickly out of the corner of my eye, I could see most were a bit uncomfortable at the scrutiny that she was giving. Two that I could see were chewing gum, a couple had their arms crossed, and one looked slightly pissed. I heard a faint buzzer, and one of the doors opened. There stood the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. I sized him up quickly. Six-foot or so, 180-185 pounds, short cropped black hair, well-trimmed moustache, immaculately tailored suit that fit like a glove. He walked into the room like a panther-like grace. His eyes flickered briefly over the candidates, most of who did not look at him and came to rest on me. I met his gaze directly, showing as little emotion as possible, while staring into the most piercing hazel eyes I have ever seen. His lips quirked into a small smile as he inventoried my attire.

"What is your name?" he asked. His voice, though quiet, seemingly echoed through the room.

"Johanna Caspar, Mr. Sebastian." I spoke softly.

His hand flicked out towards Jael as she handed him my resume. He glanced at it quickly. Not more than a minute had gone by when he handed it back to Jael.

"Any others of interest, Jael?"

"No, sir, well except perhaps Mr. Baker."

Her voice lowered as she said "But I do not believe he is right for the job, Mr. Sebastian."

"You are probably right, but I will see him also."

"Very well, Mr. Sebastian."

"Mr. Baker, Ms. Caspar, please stay. All others may leave."

Grumbling is heard among those who were not selected. Jael's voice rings out, "Perhaps if you listened to the instructions more carefully, you would not be dismissed, ladies. Thank you for your time."

As the last dismissed candidate closes the door, Mr. Sebastian beckons Mr. Baker and myself into the inner office. WOW, what an impressive office. Tapestries from the far east adorn the walls, beautiful old pottery chards are in a glass case to discourage handling, a Ming vase rests in a shadowbox inlaid in the wall. I scan the framed pictures on the wall and note a couple of excellent copies among the originals. I note that there is a door in the center of one wall, floor to ceiling glass windows that are darkened, creating the illusion of dusk. The office itself is lighted by crisscrossed track lighting that is imbedded in the ceiling.

Mr. Sebastian sits behind his desk as Mr. Baker sits in the only chair in the office.

"I am sorry, Mr. Sebastian, I was just admiring your collections." I hurry to sit, noting the only places left are the love seat and a long couch. Moving to the couch, I turn towards Mr. Sebastian and seat myself on the edge, my stockings whisper against each other as I cross my legs.

"Thank you both for applying for this job. As I am sure that Jael told you, I am very busy but very organized and I need someone who is more so to run my day to day affairs. Tell me why you feel you are qualified for this position. Ms. Caspar?"

"Mr. Sebastian, excuse me sir, but Mr. Baker was here before me, so it is only right that he goes first."

"That may be true, Ms. Caspar, but ladies should go first." Mr. Baker replies.

"Ahh yes, in many things, Mr. Baker, thank you, but not business. Gender should never be a factor. Please proceed."

Mr. Sebastian smiles at this exchange and turns his attention towards Mr. Baker, who starts reciting his resume. He is well qualified for any job having a variety of experience but the job will be mine, I am sure of that. It is a bit stuffy in the office, so as quietly as possible, I slip off my jacket. There is a rack with a few hangers on it, and I take this opportunity to get up and cross the room to hang it up. I hear Mr. Baker's voice falter as the back of my dress is revealed. A high-necked halter top that rings my neck like a collar but reveals a back that is naked. I smile to myself as I know exactly what they are thinking. I stride back towards the couch but notice a Limoges coffee cup next to a pot. Glancing over at Mr. Sebastian's desk, not seeing a cup, I briefly stop and fill the cup. The absence of a spoon indicates he likes his coffee black, and I walk back to his desk, placing it in front of him. He takes a sip and acknowledges his approval with a slight nod. Mr. Baker, cute as he is, is droning on, but Mr. Sebastian has lost interest. Mr. Baker pauses to take a breath.

"Thank you, Mr. Baker" Mr. Sebastian says, without taking his eyes of me.

"Ms. Caspar?"

"Well, frankly, Mr. Sebastian, my resume speaks for itself. If I must sum it up, my boss is the center of my world. Anything and everything I do will be for him. I am fiercely loyal and trustworthy. I expect to work closely with him and have him rely on me for all his needs. You will never have to tell me anything twice and, over time, I will learn to anticipate your desires. I am not afraid of new challenges and I look forward to having you teach me."

"I don't need any more time to make my decision. Mr. Baker, thank you for coming in. You are a well-qualified candidate but you are not exactly what I am looking for. There is another position that will be opening up here soon, and I would like you to consider it."

Mr. Sebastian presses a buzzer, and Jael knocks and opens the door. 

"Yes, sir?"

"Jael, please give Mr. Baker the application and specifics on the security position."

"Yes, sir. Mr. Baker, this way please?"

He stands and offers his hand to Mr. Sebastian who shakes it and follows Jael out the door, closing it behind him. Mr. Sebastian stands and walks to the front of the desk and leans against it.

"Ms. Caspar ...I am very satisfied with your response to my inquiries. I would be extremely pleased if you would accept this position."

I stand up and walk towards him, my hand outstretched as I prepare to shake his hand.

"It would be my pleasure to work for you, Mr. Sebastian" I say as he grasps my hand. A tiny shiver goes up my spine as his warm hand slides in mine.

"We do have a dilemma though" he says as his thumb caresses my palm.

"And what may that be" I inquire softly.

"I never hire anyone that I am having a liaison with; it just gets too complicated".

"Yes I can see where that could be difficult."

"Cold?" he murmurs as his eyes roam over my dress, my nipples puckering at his attention.

"Excited.." I murmur back. His eyebrows shoot up as he ponders my response.

"About the job?"

"Partly."

"And the rest? What else has excited you?"

I let my eyes roam over the office and they settle on him. He is worldly, successful and very sexy. He must have women falling all over him. 

"All of this has excited me, the job, my surroundings, even you."

I look at those gorgeous hazel eyes. 

"I may have a solution to our dilemma though. Since you don't hire lovers," my voice lowers "How about if I work for free.....and you pay me to be your lover?"

He leans down and whispers "My lover or my slut?" I shiver as his fingers trace the pulse that is pounding wildly in my neck. His tongue flicks out and traces my ear. I visibly shiver as he pulls me towards him.

"Either, both, whatever you want to call it."

"I think we can come to a mutual agreement about the financial arrangement and your title." His large hands span my waist, and he holds me against him. I feel his arousal, hot and throbbing against the cool silk of my dress. 

"I think we can too. Oh, I do have a little surprise for you?"

He leans back and smiles broadly... "A surprise? For me? What is it?"

I pull his head down and whisper in his ear "I wanted to be a little naughty today, so all I have on under this dress is the stockings."

"WHAT?!??!"

"Mmmmmmm, see for yourself." I grab his hand and place it on the inside of my thigh. He moves to the couch and sits down, spinning me around to face him. He pulls me forward, positioning my legs on either side of his. I am wet and dripping and, god, I need a good fuck. Judging by the bulge in his trousers, he is more than adequately up for the task.

I feel his fingers creeping up my legs, my dress bunching on his arms as he slowly reveals my creamy white thighs. The stockings are thigh-high and I shiver as his fingers touch my hot skin. He inches the dress up and up and up until his eyes are level with my uncovered dripping pussy.

"Take down your hair" he commands as his fingers brush my wet cunt. My hands reach up and unfasten the hair clip. My hair cascades down my body as his knees press outwards. "Unfasten your top, I want to see your tits." As I reach up to unfasten the top, his fingers dip into my pussy, and he starts to strum my clit. I groan as I feel light feathery strokes when I need a hard cock. 

"Oh God, please...." I moan

"Please what....tell me what you want"

"Your cock, I want your cock inside of me. Jesus, I want you to fuck me."

He releases me saying "Quickly, take off your dress - leave the stockings and shoes on". I unfasten the top and the dress slithers down my body, a puddle of blue at my feet.

"Now, bend over and release my cock."

I bend at the waist and fumble with his belt, whimpering with need. His hand starts to play with my ass, squeezing, probing. The belt undone, I unfasten the button and unzip him, his hard throbbing cock springing free of its confines. The dark purple mushroom shaped head is wet with pre-cum, and I lean down to give it a quick kiss and lick to clean it off.

His hand squeezes my ass hard as I hear him mutter "Nice, very nice but I want to fuck that sweet cunt of yours."

I stand up and kick my dress to the side. "Then fuck me!"

He stands and shoves his slacks down, kicking off his shoes and slacks. His cock, standing at attention, is pulsing wildly, and my hand drifts down to stroke it. I can feel the heat emanating from it long before my hand touches it. It is hard yet silky smooth. I stroke the thick shaft as I wait for my next instruction. He does not disappoint me.

"Lay down, spread your legs for me. Show me what I am paying for!"

I lay down, one knee crooked and raised, the other on the floor. He slides his hands under my ass and lifts me to his mouth. His tongue drills into me like a cock, in and out and in and out as his moustache rubs against my clit. Fast hard deep tongue strokes, intermixed with quick little licks to my clit, have me panting and cooing. 

"Oh God, please please fuck me. I want to feel that cock of yours filling me up. Ohhhh that feels good when you do that. Ohhhhhhhhhhh God I'm, ohhhhhh."

He takes his mouth off me and plunges his throbbing cock into my pussy. My pussy contracts violently around his cock, milking, squeezing, massaging. He fucks me hard and fast, never slowing down, as one orgasm, then two, rocket through me. Beads of sweat begin to form on his brow. A warmth spreads through my body as I begin to tremble with the force of my third orgasm. 

"You ready, my slut? You ready to have my cum fill your cunt?"

"Yeesssssssssss!!"

"Here it is, slut, here it comes, slut, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK" he bellows as he explodes inside of me, cum spraying the walls of my pussy. I grab his ass and pull him inside deeper, as my cunt greedily sucks his cock. His cock strains as he shoots a few microbursts of cum. My cunt is filled with cum, his, mine, ours as his cock quivers once more and rests, still nestled inside of me. 

He shudders as his weight drops down onto me. My hands stroke his back, feeling his heart beating wildly. My hands roam down his back and I squeeze his ass gently. A small moan comes from his throat as I feel his cock twitch inside of me. 

"You like that, handsome? You like that I touch your ass?" I whisper to him. I move my leg slightly and dip my fingers into the cum that is running out of me. I move my hand back and trace down his ass, probing for his opening. I press gingerly and feel his cock swell inside of me. I chuckle to myself as I whisper in his ear "You want me to fuck you in the ass, handsome?"

He opens his eyes and looks down at me "Jael will do that later." 

"Mmmmmm really? I want to watch. After all, if this is going to be my job, I want to learn from the best."

He reaches up and presses a discrete buzzer that is set into the arm of the couch. Two short buzzes, one long. "That the code for come fuck me?" I ask as I nip at his throat with my teeth. I hear a quiet click as Jael enters the room. I look at her as a woman for the first time and realize how handsome she is. Dark wavy hair, chocolate colored eyes, an olive complexion, her face is almost heart shaped. I see her lick her lips as she spies us on the couch. She seems particularly interested in me, although maybe it is just because she has not seen me naked. Mr. Sebastian props himself up rolling his upper body off me but leaving his cock inside of me.

"So bossman, do you like who I picked for you?" she asks coyly. She moves to the side of the couch, standing between us and begins to stroke his ass. Mr. Sebastian takes her free hand and places it on my tit, squeezing her fingers together around the nipple. I look at him as he smiles at me. "My secretary and I share everything" he states.

"I think I will love working here." I murmur as she rolls my nipple around.

Jael moves her leg and stands with her legs spread. I place my fingers under her skirt above her knee, and I feel moisture. My hand travels up her leg and, hmmmmmm, what is that? She is wearing a strap-on dildo. Ohhhhh baby, I glance up, and she grins at me. Without warning, she strokes his ass and plunges her finger into his anus. His cock swells, almost to the bursting point, as she starts to finger fuck him. She moves swiftly around back of him and lifts her skirt. This strap-on is about 8 inches long and thin, a wee bit thicker than a Cuban cigar. She dips her fingers down into my pussy, wetting them, then rubs the moisture over the strap-on.

"Ready bossman?" she asks as she positions herself at his ass, her hands reaching down and squeezing his balls. She leans into him, and, inch by inch, this fake cock goes inside him. His cock is pulsing inside of me as I watch fascinated as she fucks him while he fucks me. She pulls back while he pushes forward, and he pushes back while she pushes forward. I hear his ass slapping against her thighs and can feel his balls slapping against me. I see a grimace of pain/pleasure on his face as she fucks him hard. I grab his head and guide his mouth to my nipple. He chews gently on it, then licks around it. He pays homage to the other in the same way.

My orgasm is quickly coming to a head, and I start to whimper. I need more, I need to have him deeper inside of me. I circle my legs around his waist and shift so he slides in a little more. Jael grabs my legs and pushing them past his shoulders in timing with her thrusting.

"Oh God, yesssssssssssssss" I cry, as his cock slams into me.

"AAAARRRGGGGGGGG!!!!!!" He hollers as she gives one last deep thrust, pulls out, leans down and pushes her tongue inside of him. His cock jerks hard and floods me with hot thick cum, triggering my own orgasm, bathing his cock in a warm whirlpool of honey.

He leans down and gives me a kiss, a deep, tongue kiss. He rests his forehead against mine as I feel the couch move a bit, indicating Jael is off the couch. My arms wrap around this gorgeous man as my pussy spasms one last time.

Jael walks to the windowed wall and through the door. "What is in there?" I ask, panting, still trying to catch my breath. 

"I have private living quarters there in case I stay the night. When you start here, I expect you to leave a couple of changes of clothing and whatever essentials you need in case we spend the night. And there will be times when we stay the night. I entertain quite a bit while I am in town, and I expect you to hostess for me also. If we decide to take others into our bedroom, it will be a mutual decision. Satisfactory so far?"