My Interview

My Interview

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

All he was looking for was 'a woman or girl who can follow simple instructions' Mwah -Nina X

Summary

All he was looking for was

'a woman or girl who can follow simple instructions'


Mwah -Nina X

Content

Submitted: February 12, 2016

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Content

Submitted: January 18, 2016

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He’d buzzed me up- was stood by the door when I arrived at the flat. Sleek, modern open plan.  Reeked of expensive but not really taste. Is that an awful thing to say? 

“Hello”

“Hi” I answered and smiled at him.

“So, the interview will start immediately and as you know I am simply looking for a woman or girl who can follow simple instructions”

“I think I can manage that” I’d replied with a grin

“SO. Firstly we’re going to the kitchen”

 Wide stone surfaces. Nothing on them except a bag and a knife. I gulped a bit at the sight of the knife and instantly felt pleased I’d  told you where I was going. I tried to see what was in the bag without being obvious – it looked mouldy – completely out of place in the surroundings. From the worksurface you could see the whole apartment.

 “Take off your dress please?” I took a breath and slowly slipped it over my head.

“Very good. Now I’d like you to go into the kitchen and just peel the piece of ginger in the bag. I know it’s mouldy, it’ll be just perfect. With the long thin piece keep a few centimentres of skin on one end please. With the other gnarly bit, could you cut two wafer thin slices- they don’t need to be peeled. Then wash your hands and come to me.”

I did exactly as he said. Then stood in the kitchen waiting for my next instruction. He seemed to keep me waiting just a little bit too long – he was watching me closely so he obviously knew I’d finished.  

“Done?” I nodded in reply “Perfect then come over here”

 I stood in front of him. My bare feet enjoyed the softness of his carpet. Checked the windows to see what the view was and more importantly whether anyone could see in.

 “Unbutton my shirt.” I stepped forward and manicured nails deftly unbuttoned him. He squeezed my nipples through my bra as I did. Hard. Clenching. Unwavering. I gritted my teeth against the pain. Looked in his eyes for a smile but a steely gaze was all I got. I yearned for a caress but got nothing.
 

“Now my trousers.” I slid the leather belt through the loop.  A jangle of a buckle caused a pavlovian drip of my pussy. I unbuttoned and then tugged the zip down. Shapely legs covered with a pleasant dusting of dark curled hair. They dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them.

Standing in boxers by the door he told me to put my shoes back on then remove my underwear and

“Stand facing the bed. Bend to touch your toes and hold your ankles”

I did so. The teetery heels pinched a bit actually and I missed the feel of the carpet. My view was of my feet. His footsteps softly padded across the room. I fingered the pattern on my shoes and he waited behind me. Once again keeping me waiting just a little bit longer than I was comfortable with. The air kissed over my pussy. I was exposed. Prone. Defenseless.

“Can you smell it?” He asked and I heard him licking his lips.

‘Yes sir.” I clenched my legs. Shuddered with anticipation. Tried to relax and not feel so vulnerable.

He held me gently round the waist. Tender fingers rubbed down my back. Stroked. Soothed. His body pressed up against mine. Not erect. But the feel of his warm flesh on mine excited me. I sighed as his smooth fingers tickled my flesh.

I felt it then. His hand searched between my legs. A pushing in my bottom. Not wide. I felt it glide up. Slowly and easily. It wasn’t uncomfortable I could hardly tell it was there really.

“I want you to stand. Face me.”

I turned towards him. “It’s play time. Now. Remove my boxers.” I slipped them down for him and he moved over to the bed.

I stood waiting for him to beckon me over. The ginger was cold to start. Slowly warming.

“I want to wank. “ he told me. No readable emotion in his face. “you cannot join in or touch yourself but you may watch me”

“Thank you Sir” His cock twitched as I said it.

A glow started deep inside me. When an overwhelming wave of heat spread from my arse across my pussy and shot across my clit I bent over and gasped with pleasure. A deep animalistic growl came out from my mouth as I bent again. I was doubled over by the delicious sting coming from my arse. A massive smile flickered across my face to be instantly replaced with an uncomfortable frown. I was breathing hard. Deep.  Trying to to regulate my breathing as the fiery heat spread between my legs. I panted. In exquisite pain.

“ Arrrgh. Nnngh. “

“Stand the FUCK up.” He instructed. His cock hard

I was shaking but I stood. Could feel my body tipping forward again and both hands travelling down to grasp my clit. A tear sprung to my eye.

“STAND THE FUCK UP NOW and leave yourself alone.”

 I stood as straight as I could. I was wavering though. And Fuck. I really need to touch myself, wanted to open my legs and be fucked hard and quick. I needed to quell the intense excitement building between my legs. To try to relieve some of the heat. I met his eye. He was on the bed. I watched as he stroked his manhood. Tall. Proud cock. Smooth. I was staring. I wanted it inside me. Hard. Forced. Stretching me. Making me come. I tried pressing my thighs together to alleviate the insistent burning.

“WHAT are you doing now? What a naughty fucking girl you are.” My pussy dripped. He reached over the bed, cock bouncing hard and long as he moved

“Come here. NOW.”  I edged towards him. His legs dangled over the side of the bed.

“Lie across me “

I did. Pert buttocks rose in the air. Cold air formed instant goosebumps. His hand rose and slapped across my cheeks.

“Sorry Sir” I gasped. My head dangled towards the floor.  Blood rushed to my head. Curls tumbled towards the carpet. Tears fell from my eyes taking carefully applied makeup with them. I tensed to relieve the sting of the slap but clenching my buttocks made the ginger sting more. I sobbed with mixed up pleasure pain.

His flattened hand hit me again. A relief really I suppose it briefly detracted from the burning.

“I wanted a wank. And you, with your noise. And disobedience have ruined it.”

“Sorry sir” I didn’t need to look penitent

 “Do you know what we do to girls like this?” His lips were close to mine as he spoke. I imagined them biting my flesh.

“No sir.” I really actually hadn’t got a clue what he was going to do next.

He sat on the bed and took the two slivers of ginger in his hand. He pressed one either side of my clit tucked them into my lips.

“Do you think you could be a good girl for me?” I almost came as he whispered it in my ear

I nodded and whimpered “I just need fucking”

“But this isn’t about what you want though is it little girl?”

Another overpowering wave of heat crashed and exploded through my sex. I bent and gasped

“CAN YOU BE A GOOD GIRL FOR ME?”

I was bent double. Make up smeared across my face. A fucking mess but all I could think about was having something inside me. Heat radiated over my pussy lips. A pleasing warm glow darted up my cunt. It was like a thousand tiny bee stings tingling on the end of my clit. I moaned. Low and pleading. I couldn’t stand up. I was pressing my clit as I stood in front of him. I needed to come. The deep smarting sensation had taken over the lower half of my body. I spotted the newel post at the end of his bed. I was panting like an animal as I lowered myself onto it. Cold metallic relief. Then the relief I needed. I came. The orgasm convulsed my frame as my thighs tensed and I clenched my cunt over the bedpost.  The relief was immense. I shuddered as my climax ended. The ginger slices dropped on the floor. I opened my eyes to be met by his steel cold eyes.

“For the sake of fuck” he shouted as I removed myself from the end of his bed.

I looked up. Tears dripping as he moved towards me cock in hand. 

"Suck me." Make up smudging more as he fucked my face. He thrust hard and deep into my throat. His face resolute and angry as he came. I felt sure I’d not got the job.

 

 


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