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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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You have been waiting for what seems like hours, although you know in reality it is less time. You have butterflies in your stomach. You are so nervous.
This interview will be unlike anything you have done before in your life. But you know that if you pass, if you please the interviewer sufficiently, a whole new world will open up for you.
You hear a noise. Footsteps in the hallway. The handle turns. Your heart leaps
I enter the room dressed in a smart suit with a crisp white shirt and a pale blue tie.
You are sitting on a chair in the centre of the room. You are wearing a little black dress and nothing else, as instructed. Your hands are folded in your lap, as you await my instructions a look of apprehension and excitement on your face.
I walk past you and you can hear me moving, doing things behind you, but you know not what. Then you feel my hand brush your cheek. I stroke your hair, and trail my fingers down your neck. Your skin is burning and your face flushed with desire.
Stand I command, and you do so. I run my fingers lightly down your spine, which your backless dress leaves exposed. You close your eyes and bite your lip. My hand moves, and when you open your eyes, I am standing before you. I have the chair in my hand. I put it down, and sit on it. You now stand before me.
"Strip", I say. "Slowly."
As you are bidden, you lift your hands to the straps of your dress. This will not take long. Slowly, you push them off your shoulders and the dress falls lightly to the floor. You stand still. Naked.
My eyes slowly travel down your body, drinking in the sight of you. You sense approval. You also notice, with a shudder, the swelling at my groin. I am obviously greatly excited.
You feel exposed, as though you are on display, and you like it. The feeling of lust that you clearly instil in me makes you feel almost powerful. That is, until I once again remind you who holds the power.
"Turn around."
You turn around, and you can almost feel my hot gaze burrowing into your flesh. Once again, you feel my fingers trace your spine. This time they continue down to trace the curve of one buttock. My left hand closes over it, and I stroke your bottom, firmly but gently. My other hand traces a line down your right leg, along the outside of your thigh, down to your ankle. Then it circles to the inside of your ankle, and starts to very slowly run up the inside of your leg.
"Spread your legs", you hear me command. Your face burning with excitement and shame, you part your legs. The air feels cool against your hot wet pussy, and you realise that your innermost sanctum is open to my gaze.
'He can do whatever he wants!', you think.
As if reading your mind, my fingers trace their way up the inside of your thigh, closer and closer to your burning pussy. My left hand, meanwhile, grips your buttock and pulls it to one side opening you crudely.
You are very aware that your bottom and pussy are extremely exposed. Suddenly, you feel my breath on your skin, and you realise that my face is only inches from your sex. |
