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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The Interview
The doors of the elevator closed with a hum and thump and John reached over the buttons and pressed for floor 6. John had never been in this elevator before or even the building but he had memorised the instructions sent to him in the email implicitly. The elevator rose slowly for a two floors before stopping to let three people on. John studied them, without being obvious, they seemed typical office staff, smart dress and casual conversation without being overly familiar. The Doors opened at floor 5 and all three exited the lift. Once the doors had closed again John checked himself in the reflection of the polished brass plate that held all the floor keys and quickly straightened his tie, nodded to himself and waited for the doors to open.
The reception desk was staffed by two of the most beautiful women John had ever seen, both blonde slender and wearing dark blue jackets. They inspected him from top to bottom as he walked self consciously across the small but seemingly endless carpet from door way to desk.
“Hello, my name Is John Delaney, I’m for an interview with Ms Sharpe”
The blonde on the left turned away and continued to type something on her screen. The blond on the right smiled a not too convincing smile and looked at a list on her desk, ticked a box and then looked back at him, her pale blue eyes were a trifle cold but very alluring none the less.
“Please sign in here,” she said pointing at a guest register “and take a seat over there and someone will be with you presently”
Doing as he was told he signed, sat and waited.
The blonde with the pale eyes, dialled a number a spoke quietly and briefly to the person on the other side. She turned her head slightly to face John and then said something else and nodded.
Moments later a door to John’s right opened and a young man stepped out and approached him, John stood as the man stopped in front of him.
“John isn’t it?” said the man
“Yes, that’s right”
“Good, good, follow me please”
They set off together, into the doorway the man had appeared through earlier and then across a small office and finally to door marked ‘Ms Sharpe Director’. The man tapped on the door twice and then opened it and poked his head through the slight gap. John heard him say,
“John Delaney for you Ms Sharpe”
The man stepped back and opened the door, keeping his hand on the handle. John stepped through and the door closed behind him. Ahead of him was a pristine office of muted blues and greys with the outer wall made entirely of glass. A large smoked glass topped desk held a wafer thin screen and keyboard. A simple office chair with arms was incongruous on his side of the desk. Across the desk with her back to the window was Ms Sharpe.
Ms Sharpe was dark haired, probably late forties or even early fifties but carrying it very well, she wasn’t as slender as the young receptionists but had a good figure, her skirt suit was obviously expensive and elegantly cut even from the seated position. The surprisingly short hemline showed plenty of shapely nylon covered leg. John was impressed.
“Please take a seat Mr Delaney” John had expected a husky smokers voice to match the sultry appearance but he voice clean and crisp, perhaps bordering on harsh in the upper ranges. Ms Sharpe didn’t extend her hand for the usual greeting so John sat and placed his briefcase on the floor. Keeping eye contact and a small smile on his face, he waited expectantly. Ms Sharpe simply studied him from across the desk. After few more moments she finally spoke;
“Are you feeling uncomfortable Mr Delaney?”
“No, I’m..” He paused and decided to go with his gut instinct thinking this was a test of some sort, “I’m not uncomfortable more curious”
“Curious. About what?”
“This interview, firstly I’m surprised I’ve got to this stage as I thought I’d messed up on the first one, but I’m thankful you’re giving me the chance. Secondly this bit, the silence”
“You’re quite bold and forthright Mr Delaney”
“Thank you I hope” he said
“I’m intrigued by you Mr Delaney, there were better people at your first interview but I like the look of you and that’s why you’re here”
“By ‘look of me’ do you mean my previous work experience?” John queried, he sure this was some trial of speaking openly and honestly and he was trying his best to pass it.
“No, just the look of you”
“But we haven’t met before”
“No we have not but I’ve seen you, we record all our interviews, you stood out, that’s why you’re here.” She turned slightly in her chair as she spoke and uncrossed her legs, the very slightest of wisps sounded as the nylons ran briefly across each other.
“Oh…”
“Shall I repeat my first question? Are you feeling uncomfortable?”
“I’ll be honest I’m at a loss for words. I don’t understand what this is about. Are you saying I’m here because I look right for the job?” John’s mind was racing, this can’t be right he thought, what kind of interview is this, all the research I’ve done and no questions about facts, figures or experience.
“John, may I call you John or do you prefer Mr Delaney?” Ms Sharpe almost purred at him as leaned further forward on her desk revealing a little cleavage.
“Yes you can call me John”
“Good. Then let’s cut to the chase shall we John. I’m prepared to give you a chance but you have to do something for me”
“Ok. What do I have to do?”
“You have to fuck me now” for a terrible few seconds the silence that followed this statement seemed to a palpable thing in the room absorbing all the sound. John swallowed hard, he was sure she heard him but if she did she didn’t acknowledge it. She simply sat at her desk with a wry smile on her lips. Unable to face those piercing eyes John lowered his gaze and instantly regretted it, through the smoked glass desk he could Ms Sharpe had opened her legs and was showing even more leg, this time revealing the tops of her stockings and a thin strip of bare flesh. John felt a twitch in groin. He looked up again and saw the expectant look on her face.
“So John, what’s the answer?”
His mind racing, John was thinking Is this part of the test? What do I do?
“I hate to hurry you John” she said as she spread her thighs further apart showing John the creamy white skin of her inner thighs and just a tiny peek of her panties. “But I’m really horny”
A little switch in John’s brain tripped he stopped over analysing the situation stood up and shucked off his jacket then began loosening his tie.
“I take it that’s a yes?” she smiled
“Yes, it’s a yes”
She pushed back on her chair to give herself more room and as John was taking his clothes of she hitched up her skirt, widened her legs to the maximum the chair would allow and began rubbing her fingers over the lacy cloth of her knickers.
“Mmmm, I’m so wet already, come here and taste me”
John only partly undressed did has he was told and dropped to his knees in front of her. Ms Sharpe pulled her panties to one side and revealed her smooth soft skin. The darker pinker flesh of her labia was glistening in anticipation. John settled himself and placing his hands on her thighs reached his hands upwards under her skirt, he grabbed the tiny lace knickers then eased them over her buttocks down her legs then with a little difficulty over her shoes. Ms Sharpe was running her fingers up and down her clitoris whilst making little mewling sounds.
John put a hand on her knees forcing her legs fully apart again then without any further hesitation he plunged his face between her thighs. The first lick with his tongue spread wide sent his taste buds into overdrive. The slightly piquant taste of a woman was always arousing to John and he felt his erection pressing against himself as he was tracing his tongue smoothly around Ms Sharpe soft full lips. Ms Sharpe moved her hands upwards and began to unbutton her blouse revealing the matching lacy bra to her now discarded knickers. She quickly loosened her ample breasts before beginning to gently tug and twist upon her nipples.
John was drinking in the luxuriant essence of the older Ms Sharpe he was lapping at her bulging clitoris as his fingers traced a circle around the opening to her vagina. Ms Sharpe was moaning louder now and her breathing was because rasping and deeper. She was enjoying his work. John thinking she was close to orgasm plunged two fingers into her. Ms Sharpe responded by letting out a surprised exclamation and thrusting her hips forward onto his digits.
John lifted his face upwards to see the exposed breasts. Straightening up from his crouched position he clamped his lips over her areola then began flicking her hard nipple with his tongue. His fingers were still working inside her as she arched back as the orgasm flooded through her. John continued his finger work until she slipped off him. She pulled his face up towards hers and kissed him passionately.
John was literally bursting out of the front of his trousers. He groped around to loosen his belt. Sensing what was happening Ms Sharpe pushed him off her and dropped to her knees in front of him. Looking up into his eyes she unfastened his belt, unbuttoned then unzipped his trousers. She placed her hand inside the trousers and rubbed against the tumescence held within. A quick wiggle of hips and the trousers fell away revealing his tight undergarments.
“Mmmm a big boy” Ms Sharpe murmured. Then quickly pulling the front of his briefs disgorged the thick hard member. A tiny sparkle of reflected light showed the pre cum around the tip of his swollen glans. Her delicate hand slid around the shaft and pulled back gently. John thought he was going to cum there and then he was so excited but managed to rein it in. Still looking up at him Ms Sharpe opened her mouth then extended her tongue to lick at the moistened end. Her whole mouth followed to engulf his solid cock.
“Oh Christ, that’s good” John said as Ms Sharpe used her hand in synchronicity with her mouth to pleasure John. She stopped occasionally to the flick her tongue over the tip to devour any more pre cum. Then once more would sink the think fleshy pole into her mouth. After few moments more of fellatio she stopped the vigorous sucking. She stood, turned then bent over her chair, presenting John her smooth firm bottom.
John needed no instructions he stepped forward holding his manhood, gently finding the wet entrance to her vagina and pushed slowly inside her. Once his whole length had been swallowed he began to thrust rhythmically. Ms Sharpe flashed a glance over her shoulder at him and gave him a wicked smile in appreciation of his efforts. John quickened his tempo.
“Oh God, you’re so tight, it’s amazing” he said between breaths as he continued his fucking of this amazing woman.
Ms Sharpe pulled forward from John and his grasp upon her hips. She pointed to her chair.
“Sit there” John followed the instructions. Carefully using the desk to stabilise herself she climbed on the chair too. Straddling John she lowered herself onto him, reaching between her legs she grabbed his slippery shaft then guided into her warm slit. Rocking backwards and forwards she rode John until she could once more feel herself rise to climax. Bucking on the chair she cried out as she came once more.
She dismounted him again. John was breathing as heavily as Ms Sharpe partly due to the exertion and partly due to the effort of ejaculating too soon. Taking advantage of the brief break he spoke;
“You are incredible. I’m really struggling to hold back” Ms Sharpe simply smiled at him then bent over to retrieve something from within the folds of her clothing. She held up a small bottle before squeezing out a clear gel liquid which she applied between her bottom cheeks.
“You’d better fuck my ass before you come then”
John felt his scrotum contract as his prostate tightened involuntarily.
“Really?”
“Yes, I want your big cock up my bottom”
She leaned over the glass desk. John stepped up and placed the tip of his now aching dick against her anus.
“Gently” she said as she felt the pressure of large cock. John slowed down but kept the forward motion steady. Gradually she began to stretch. John found the head of penis suddenly inside her.
“Oh!” she cried
“Are you ok?”
“Mm, Ah yes. Just wait for a moment you’re so big that hurt a little” she gasped. John waited until she nodded for him to continue then gently began to slide in and out of her tight asshole. She reached a hand between her legs then began rubbing and fingering herself as John’s cock ploughed into her. He was gaining momentum as she loosened up, sinking deeper and deeper with every stroke. Ms Sharpe knew he was going to come soon.
“Oh yes, oh yes, I going to come” he cried.
She quickly moved off him dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. Bobbing back and forth until she was sure he was going to shoot his load. She tipped her head back opened her mouth then extended her tongue.
“Aaaarrrhhmmmmm” John exhaled as the white gushes of cum shot out. The first flew over her face to land in her hair but the rest fell across her face and in her open mouth. As the explosion expired she once more wrapped her full lips around the bulbous end of his penis and sucked gently to drain every last drop.
When she had finished and John’s breathing had returned to normal. She stood and kissed him again. Then she began to dress and said;
“Well done, you can start next week” |
