The Interview

Wednesday at 08:06 AM

Dedicated to two good kinksters by their nerdy friend Tessa—)

He knew her. All the waiting, all the planning, had come here, to this moment. He ***d himself to take a drink of water, calm his ragged breath.

Beauty.

The rush of her dark hair over her shoulder. The tentative smile. She was a vision in a royal blue blazer and tweed skirt, barely catching her knees.

“A pleasure to meet you, Sir,” she says. Her voice is as soft as her blazer.

He masters himself again—she doesn’t know him. All the agonizing hours in class, the nights he spent with her name in his mouth, are stripped away.

He has no idea hers were even worse.

“It’s mutual,” he says, shaking her hand. His firm grip is warm, close. His voice…. Warm and elegant….

She shifts uncomfortably in the little chair, the tight skirt riding. “If…. You’d like to discuss my resume….”

He releases her and chortles. “That won’t be necessary. You’re the ideal candidate. Would you like to see your office?”

“Office??” She grabs her phone and stands. “Of course, I…. Are you sure, Sir?”

“Positive.”

He gives her a tour. The building is new, the fresh ***t still smells; the other employees kind. Before long, she’s flushed with the grip of such a welcome, but he has other holds in mind.

“Come,” he says. “There’s one more room I’d like you to see.”

He takes her firmly by the wrist, the dark eyes blazing. Half-dragged, she fumbled a protest; but she gasps when she sees a comfortable bed, surrounded by toys and implements.

“Let me go!”

“Oh, my poor little darling,” he says casually. “So intelligent… so qualified… and yet so green. Haven’t you caught on yet?”

“I… I don’t….” This new voice is soaking her lacy panties. A flush becomes her cheeks.

“This is all for you,” he said, gesturing. “The building…. The job posting… the position. They’re all a lie. A front.”

“Why??”

“So I can do this,” he says, and kisses her, hard and fast, completely. Effortlessly, ignoring her struggles, he quickly handcuffs her to the ornate bed. His quick fingers tear open the coat, the blouse and vest. Her bra is torn down. “Jesus,” he murmurs. “Did you have to wear such tight little clothes, you whore?” He takes a nipple and pulls it continuously as he speaks. “You’ve been torturing me all day. Those damn clothes…. Your innocence…. But I know better. I know you’re a wet little bitch.”

He covers her mouth to roughly pull aside her panties, fucking her with two fingers. She moans, but tries to pull away.

He uncovers her mouth.

“Oh god!” She thrusts onto him, dripping down her thighs. “Don’t! Stop it!”

He laughs. He pulls up her legs and spanks her ass, coating it red. She’s drenched when he finally stops, breathing hard, her pupils blown.

He unzips his pants and enters her soaked pussy, fucking her hard. She screams, but he only stuffs her ruined panties into the hot little mouth. He suckles her nipples as he thrusts deep, taking what he wants despite her.

“I’m—cumming!” He rasps.

“No! Not inside!!” She twists, her pussy tightening as she finishes.

But he does. And when he finishes, he grins. “I hope you’re not tired,” he says. “You’re here until my fantasies are complete, my dear…. And we haven’t even scratched the surface.”