The Interview [submissive female(s) needed]

He's got me and he knows he has. How does he know what makes me blush the most?
If I'm going to tell him everything then it seems pointless to cover myself up. I could show him instead of tell him with regards to his question, but just the thought leaves me red. I stand slowly and pull the lace down my legs, kicking them off my feet and over my shoes. I pick up my lingerie and stuff it into my bag. Compromise I think, when I see his eyebrows are raised.
I lift my legs up and tuck them underneath me, giving him a perfect eyeful but making me feel less imposed.

"I push my fingers either side of my clit and pinch gently Sir, and start by making small circles. Sometime I use a vibrating bullet instead of my fingers. I roll it around and all over my Clit. When I'm fingering myself I think of anything that turns me on. Being tied up, being forced, being dominated, hacing my pussy fucked so hard I scream, and having my arse fucked even harder so I scream louder. Just as I'm about to cum I normally imagine myself tied up, with some stranger licking my Clit and other places. I think about someone fucking me in the ass and that usually sends me over the edge"

"Interesting," he said calmly. "Have you ever experienced these things in real life? Tied up and your clit licked by a stranger? Roughly fucked in the ass?"

He leaned forward, looking into your eyes. "Have you ever actually had a cock in your ass, Mia? I bet the answer is 'no.'"
 
"Interesting," he said calmly. "Have you ever experienced these things in real life? Tied up and your clit licked by a stranger? Roughly fucked in the ass?"

He leaned forward, looking into your eyes. "Have you ever actually had a cock in your ass, Mia? I bet the answer is 'no.'"

I look away from him and down at the floor.

"No" I whisper "I've never tried any of them. They are just there, in my mind, things that make me horny, things that turn me on and make me scream out an orgasm"
 
I look away from him and down at the floor.

"No" I whisper "I've never tried any of them. They are just there, in my mind, things that make me horny, things that turn me on and make me scream out an orgasm"

"Very good, Mia," he said. "I can tell you are being honest with me."

He leaned back in his chair and looked at you for a moment. Behind him, the single door on the far wall opened and the 6-foot blonde from the street walked in the room. She was still wearing the bright red lipstick and the bright red heels, but nothing else. She was thin, lithe, and her pale skin fairly gleamed in the bright lights of the room. Her breasts were small and firm, with tiny pink nipples pointing straight out. She had a small triangle of light brown pubic hair between her legs, but her delicate pink pussy lips were easily visible as she walked over to the man's chair and knelt between his legs. Her lean white bottom pointed back at you, and you couldn't help but see her cunt and tiny puckered asshole. Her head lowered into the man's lap, and although you couldn't see what she was doing, you could tell she was undoing his pants. In a moment, the tall woman's head started to bob slowly up and down, and there was no doubt that his cock was in her mouth.
 
"Very good, Mia," he said. "I can tell you are being honest with me."

He leaned back in his chair and looked at you for a moment. Behind him, the single door on the far wall opened and the 6-foot blonde from the street walked in the room. She was still wearing the bright red lipstick and the bright red heels, but nothing else. She was thin, lithe, and her pale skin fairly gleamed in the bright lights of the room. Her breasts were small and firm, with tiny pink nipples pointing straight out. She had a small triangle of light brown pubic hair between her legs, but her delicate pink pussy lips were easily visible as she walked over to the man's chair and knelt between his legs. Her lean white bottom pointed back at you, and you couldn't help but see her cunt and tiny puckered asshole. Her head lowered into the man's lap, and although you couldn't see what she was doing, you could tell she was undoing his pants. In a moment, the tall woman's head started to bob slowly up and down, and there was no doubt that his cock was in her mouth.

I am lost for words. The women is stunning. A whole host of fantasies you kept locked up comes flooding to my brain and I have to look away. I look into his eyes and he tilts his head as if asking me a silent question. I don't know where to look so I stare at the grey floor.

"What's the matter Amelia? Do you not like the show?"

I stare at him "I do like it Sir"

"Ahhh, you like it a little too much don't you my dear? It's turning you on looking at her body isn't it?"

She glances at me with a mouthful of cock and I can see her grinning as she resumes her duties.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you Mia" His voice booms authorising and demanding

I jump a mile in my seat but quickly regain my composure.
"Yes I like it. I like her. I like looking at her body. I lied to you. I have another fantasy Sir..."
 
He smiled and stood up. "Stop playing with yourself, Jennifer," he commanded.

"My name is Chance," he said, still smiling. "But you may call me 'sir' until I tell you otherwise."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. "Keep this with you at all times," he said, handing it to you. "You will hear from me if I choose you."

He smiled and took one more long look at your open cunt and asshole. Then he turned to walk away, but stopped and turned back toward you.

"By the way, do not masturbate until you get back home," he said.

Then he walked to the far door and left the room.



“Chance….” I said internally, beaming from ear to ear. I felt victorious. I knew his name.

He is smiling, I thought, that is a good sign. He probably thinks I am crazy to choose his name over an orgasm, but my mind had a nice buzz going, and to me, that was an orgasm in itself.

He handed me a cell phone, and my heart fluttered.

“Thank you….Sir,” I said with a smile. I took in his last long gaze, and felt he was pleased with me.

"By the way, do not masturbate until you get back home," he said. He is even going to let me cum tonight!, I thought, not expecting such a generous response.

As he left, I felt the emptiness in the room- his presence and all that came with it, gone.
I held on tightly to the cell phone, and smiled again, hoping I would soon get a call.

I quickly redressed, gathered my things and headed to the door, feeling completely satiated..... for now.
 
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I am lost for words. The women is stunning. A whole host of fantasies you kept locked up comes flooding to my brain and I have to look away. I look into his eyes and he tilts his head as if asking me a silent question. I don't know where to look so I stare at the grey floor.

"What's the matter Amelia? Do you not like the show?"

I stare at him "I do like it Sir"

"Ahhh, you like it a little too much don't you my dear? It's turning you on looking at her body isn't it?"

She glances at me with a mouthful of cock and I can see her grinning as she resumes her duties.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you Mia" His voice booms authorising and demanding

I jump a mile in my seat but quickly regain my composure.
"Yes I like it. I like her. I like looking at her body. I lied to you. I have another fantasy Sir..."

"That's all right, we'll get to those in time, my dear," he said. "But right now, try to forget about Elena and what she's doing. Because I want to know more about your masturbation fantasies."

He waits for a beat.

"You said that when you imagine someone fucking you hard in the ass, that's what sends you over the edge. That's what makes you cum. So I want to know more about that. Mia, when you start to cum, what specific thoughts rush through your head? What visions do you imagine? I want you to tell me what you see in your mind when you cum.

"And Mia, I want you to talk dirty to me this time. I want to hear you say 'cock' and 'cunt' and 'asshole' and 'cum' in that proper British accent. If you want to be my new slut, you have to talk like a slut.

"And you may play with yourself while you answer, but do not cum. Now, Mia. Tell me all those dirty little thoughts you have about your ass being fucked."
 
"That's all right, we'll get to those in time, my dear," he said. "But right now, try to forget about Elena and what she's doing. Because I want to know more about your masturbation fantasies."

He waits for a beat.

"You said that when you imagine someone fucking you hard in the ass, that's what sends you over the edge. That's what makes you cum. So I want to know more about that. Mia, when you start to cum, what specific thoughts rush through your head? What visions do you imagine? I want you to tell me what you see in your mind when you cum.

"And Mia, I want you to talk dirty to me this time. I want to hear you say 'cock' and 'cunt' and 'asshole' and 'cum' in that proper British accent. If you want to be my new slut, you have to talk like a slut.

"And you may play with yourself while you answer, but do not cum. Now, Mia. Tell me all those dirty little thoughts you have about your ass being fucked."

I blush and go to stand up to leave, I can't tell him these things. I simply can't

"I can't describe them, it, its so rude." I choke out

"Oh but you must My English Miss, you must tell me everything. I want to hear the words straight from your mouth. And I would really like to see you playing with yourself"

My breathing has become rapid and shallow, I feel butterflies in my stomach and my legs are like jelly. I hitch my dress up a little and slide my fingers inbetween my pussy lips.
I am shocked to find I'm soaking wet, and look up into his eyes for reassurance. He nods for me to continue, notices how wet my pussy is.
I work my way into slow rhythmical cirles around my Clit and feel the pressure building.

"When I fuck myself, I close my eyes and imagine I have been tied down. That a stranger is using my body. He fucks my cunt first and slowly pulls out. I feel his tongue on my clit which shocks me, but the feeling is so much better. I know he can feel my juices running down my leg as I get wetter and wetter. He uses my pussy to lube his cock up, and then rams it up my ass so hard he has to put his hand over my mouth the stop me screaming"
I blush but he notions me to continue.
"I picture being fucked in my arse, feeling his balls slapping against my leg he is going so hard. I can feel his weight on me, feel his cock pulsating buried deep inside my ass. I always cum when..."

I pause unable to continue

"When What Mia?" He prompts gently but assertively

I let out a big puff of air "When he pulls his cock out of my ass and then squirts his spunk all over my face, my tits and in my hair" I pause
"Thats what I think about Sir, I also think about someone using their tongue on my ass, that really gets me going too"
 
I blush and go to stand up to leave, I can't tell him these things. I simply can't

"I can't describe them, it, its so rude." I choke out

"Oh but you must My English Miss, you must tell me everything. I want to hear the words straight from your mouth. And I would really like to see you playing with yourself"

My breathing has become rapid and shallow, I feel butterflies in my stomach and my legs are like jelly. I hitch my dress up a little and slide my fingers inbetween my pussy lips.
I am shocked to find I'm soaking wet, and look up into his eyes for reassurance. He nods for me to continue, notices how wet my pussy is.
I work my way into slow rhythmical cirles around my Clit and feel the pressure building.

"When I fuck myself, I close my eyes and imagine I have been tied down. That a stranger is using my body. He fucks my cunt first and slowly pulls out. I feel his tongue on my clit which shocks me, but the feeling is so much better. I know he can feel my juices running down my leg as I get wetter and wetter. He uses my pussy to lube his cock up, and then rams it up my ass so hard he has to put his hand over my mouth the stop me screaming"
I blush but he notions me to continue.
"I picture being fucked in my arse, feeling his balls slapping against my leg he is going so hard. I can feel his weight on me, feel his cock pulsating buried deep inside my ass. I always cum when..."

I pause unable to continue

"When What Mia?" He prompts gently but assertively

I let out a big puff of air "When he pulls his cock out of my ass and then squirts his spunk all over my face, my tits and in my hair" I pause
"Thats what I think about Sir, I also think about someone using their tongue on my ass, that really gets me going too"

"Very good, Mia. Very good," the man said, nodding his approval. "I love your British accent and I love the way you describe being fucked in the ass. That was very hot. And I like watching you play with yourself while you talk about all those dirty fantasies. I think you might be just what I need as my new fuckslut."

He briefly looked down at the woman sucking his dick, then back up at you. "Mia, my darling, stand up and come over here. I want you to watch Elena suck me off."

As you stood and walked over to his chair, he continued.

"Thank you. Now Mia, learning to talk like a slut is important, but only a small part of what my subs must do. I love to have my cock sucked, often and well, and so if I choose you, you will have my dick in your mouth, and my cum in your throat, a lot. You will have to think of yourself as my own personal cocksucker.

"Do you think you could please my cock with your mouth and tongue? Tell me why I should let you suck my cock, Mia. And don't forget to talk dirty to me with that lovely British accent."
 
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The next day, she checked her personal email account more than a hundred times. There was nothing from the dominant male. She started to wonder if it had just been a joke.

That night, just as she was about to get into bed, she heard a 'ping' from her laptop. She opened it and saw a new email: "INTERVIEW." Holding her breath, she clicked it open and read.

"Interview tomorrow 6pm. 1212 Market Street, by the wharf. Take a cab. Do not be late. Do not masturbate between now and then."

She was curious--anxious really. She had to know what he wanted to do. It was making her grow impatient, and as she sat at the daycare where she worked, she found herself repeatedly cussing under her breath in Spanish repeatedly, when she was alone.

She finally got home once again, letting down her wavy hair at after taking a shower, and before, before making dinner, and after, she checked her email.

Nothing.

She almost gave up. Right befored she went to bed, she checked one last time.


"Interview tomorrow 6pm. 1212 Market Street, by the wharf. Take a cab. Do not be late. Do not masturbate between now and then."

She felt her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but smile a little bit. She climbed in the bed as she heard the keys jingling in the door, smiling and having good dreams.

She woke up the next morning at twelve, considering she didn't have work today. She smiled immediately at the thought of last night and couldn't wait for the day to pass.

At 4:30, she started to get ready, quickly taking a shower, shaving her chocolate mound completely--even though she knew there would be no sexual contact, it made her feel better knowing she was completely trimmed and sexy from inside and out.

She sprayed herself with soem sweet smelling things, and dressed in a white bandage dress, her silver heels and silver jewelry. The dress was short, but not too short, stopping an inch or two above her knee, and after she checked herself in the mirror, she smiled brightly, running down stairs and flagging a cab.
 
"Very good, Mia. Very good," the man said, nodding his approval. "I love your British accent and I love the way you describe being fucked in the ass. That was very hot. And I like watching you play with yourself while you talk about all those dirty fantasies. I think you might be just what I need as my new fuckslut."

He briefly looked down at the woman sucking his dick, then back up at you. "Mia, my darling, stand up and come over here. I want you to watch Elena suck me off."

As you stood and walked over to his chair, he continued.

"Thank you. Now Mia, learning to talk like a slut is important, but only a small part of what my subs must do. I love to have my cock sucked, often and well, and so if I choose you, you will have my dick in your mouth, and my cum in your throat, a lot. You will have to think of yourself as my own personal cocksucker.

"Do you think you could please my cock with your mouth and tongue? Tell me why I should let you suck my cock, Mia. And don't forget to talk dirty to me with that lovely British accent."


I stare at Elena sucking his cock. Watching how she moves her mouth and what she does with her hands. I've never really had much experience giving head, but when I've done it before I had enjoyed it immensely. Natures very own gag, thinking like that made the butterflies flutter again deep in my stomach. There was only one problem. I'd never had a man cum in my mouth before, and certainly never swallowed it. How was I supposed to tell him that? He would never want me if I didn't even know how to give a proper blow job, nor would he want someone quite so innocent or in-experienced. I thought for a moment, what is the best way to please him? It came to me in one embarrassing flash and I could feel myself colour again as I squirmed slightly thinking about what I was about to say

"I...I could tell you" I stutter "But I'd much prefer to show you, If you'd let me Sir" I kneel as close as I can between his legs and next to Elena. I look up into his eyes "Can I?" I whisper.
 
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After Michael agrees on the time and place, you type a reply text message to the interviewer:

"Dinner with BF tonight @ 7pm"

You hit SEND, but to your surprise, the phone buzzes instantly in your hand. You have a new text message:

"MESSAGE FAILURE -- Phone Number Not In Service."

Interesting.

He really is a mystery man. Untraceable phones, sexy women accomplices, a look to make women crawl on the floor to his feet.

I keep telling myself that it doesn't matter. That I've learned some truths from this experience and become more self aware.

But it does matter, and I'm not in this for the consolation prize. I think constantly now of his dick, his touch, his approval, until I am so hungry for it that I think I might go mad.

I set the phone down, and turn down the hall towards the bathroom. I have a date to get ready for.
 
“Chance….” I said internally, beaming from ear to ear. I felt victorious. I knew his name.

He is smiling, I thought, that is a good sign. He probably thinks I am crazy to choose his name over an orgasm, but my mind had a nice buzz going, and to me, that was an orgasm in itself.

He handed me a cell phone, and my heart fluttered.

“Thank you….Sir,” I said with a smile. I took in his last long gaze, and felt he was pleased with me.

"By the way, do not masturbate until you get back home," he said. He is even going to let me cum tonight!, I thought, not expecting such a generous response.

As he left, I felt the emptiness in the room- his presence and all that came with it, gone.
I held on tightly to the cell phone, and smiled again, hoping I would soon get a call.

I quickly redressed, gathered my things and headed to the door, feeling completely satiated..... for now.

As you arrived back home and parked your car, your new cell phone buzzed. Already? you thought. You quickly picked it up and saw that you had a new text message:

"Take a picture of your cunt right after you masturbate and email it to me. Tell me what you were thinking about when you started to cum."
 
She was curious--anxious really. She had to know what he wanted to do. It was making her grow impatient, and as she sat at the daycare where she worked, she found herself repeatedly cussing under her breath in Spanish repeatedly, when she was alone.

She finally got home once again, letting down her wavy hair at after taking a shower, and before, before making dinner, and after, she checked her email.

Nothing.

She almost gave up. Right befored she went to bed, she checked one last time.


"Interview tomorrow 6pm. 1212 Market Street, by the wharf. Take a cab. Do not be late. Do not masturbate between now and then."

She felt her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but smile a little bit. She climbed in the bed as she heard the keys jingling in the door, smiling and having good dreams.

She woke up the next morning at twelve, considering she didn't have work today. She smiled immediately at the thought of last night and couldn't wait for the day to pass.

At 4:30, she started to get ready, quickly taking a shower, shaving her chocolate mound completely--even though she knew there would be no sexual contact, it made her feel better knowing she was completely trimmed and sexy from inside and out.

She sprayed herself with soem sweet smelling things, and dressed in a white bandage dress, her silver heels and silver jewelry. The dress was short, but not too short, stopping an inch or two above her knee, and after she checked herself in the mirror, she smiled brightly, running down stairs and flagging a cab.

The cab arrived at 1212 Market Street at five minutes to six. She paid the driver and he drove off.

As soon as the cab turned the corner and drove out of sight, the double doors at the building's entrance swung open and a statuesque 6-foot blonde woman walked through them. She was wearing a flowing ivory dress that matched her pale skin -- in fact -- everything about her was beautifully pale except for her lips and her heels, both of which were an identical shade of fire-engine red.

"Gigi?" she said as she approached. "Puede entrar ahora. El primer piso es cuarto grande realmente sólo un. Hay dos sillas adentro. Tenga un asiento y él tendrá razón con usted."

She smiled.
 
I stare at Helena sucking his cock. Watching how she moves her mouth and what she does with her hands. I've never really had much experience giving head, but when I've done it before I had enjoyed it immensely. Natures very own gag, thinking like that made the butterflies flutter again deep in my stomach. There was only one problem. I'd never had a man cum in my mouth before, and certainly never swallowed it. How was I supposed to tell him that? He would never want me if I didn't even know how to give a proper blow job, nor would he want someone quite so innocent or in-experienced. I thought for a moment, what is the best way to please him? It came to me in one embarrassing flash and I could feel myself colour again as I squirmed slightly thinking about what I was about to say

"I...I could tell you" I stutter "But I'd much prefer to show you, If you'd let me Sir" I kneel as close as I can between his legs and next to Helena. I look up into his eyes "Can I?" I whisper.

He held up his hand. "No sexual contact at the interview, remember?" But he was smiling.

"Mia, I get the idea that you don't have a lot of experience giving head," he said calmly. "That's perfectly all right. If I choose you, you will become an expert cocksucker in no time. The key to a perfect blowjob is not any particular technique or style. It is enthusiasm. The best suckslut just really loves to have a dick in her mouth and cum shooting down her throat.

"And Elena loves sucking my cock. Stay right down there, next to her, and watch and learn."
 
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Interesting.

He really is a mystery man. Untraceable phones, sexy women accomplices, a look to make women crawl on the floor to his feet.

I keep telling myself that it doesn't matter. That I've learned some truths from this experience and become more self aware.

But it does matter, and I'm not in this for the consolation prize. I think constantly now of his dick, his touch, his approval, until I am so hungry for it that I think I might go mad.

I set the phone down, and turn down the hall towards the bathroom. I have a date to get ready for.

Fifteen minutes later, you step out of the hot shower and dry yourself off. You are toweling off your wet hair when you hear the phone buzz again. You hang up the towel and walk naked back to the bedroom. You pick up the phone and read:

"Wear a skirt or dress and your nicest pair of panties. Your boyfriend is in for a treat."
 
Fifteen minutes later, you step out of the hot shower and dry yourself off. You are toweling off your wet hair when you hear the phone buzz again. You hang up the towel and walk naked back to the bedroom. You pick up the phone and read:

"Wear a skirt or dress and your nicest pair of panties. Your boyfriend is in for a treat."

"Oh crap!" I exclaim upon reading his message.

What does he have planned? And why am I now extremely aroused? I'm getting ready to break it off with my boyfriend!

Yep, going to girlfriend hell. Definitely going to girlfriend hell.
 
"Oh crap!" I exclaim upon reading his message.

What does he have planned? And why am I now extremely aroused? I'm getting ready to break it off with my boyfriend!

Yep, going to girlfriend hell. Definitely going to girlfriend hell.

You look at your watch. You're going to be late if you don't leave in ten minutes.
 
You look at your watch. You're going to be late if you don't leave in ten minutes.

I put the finishing touches on my makeup and finish blowing out my hair. I quickly scan my closet's contents, until I spy the perfect skirt. Short, black, hugs the curves of my ass deliciously. I'm almost tempted to forgo panties altogether, but Sir's instructions demanded my sexiest pair.

I rummage through my lingerie chest until I find what I'm looking for, a sweet little pair of black crotchless panties. I finish off my look with a killer pair of fuck-me-pumps and race out my door. As I'm locking up, I realize that I left The Phone inside. After a quick rush back inside, I'm heading out to meet my future.
 
I put the finishing touches on my makeup and finish blowing out my hair. I quickly scan my closet's contents, until I spy the perfect skirt. Short, black, hugs the curves of my ass deliciously. I'm almost tempted to forgo panties altogether, but Sir's instructions demanded my sexiest pair.

I rummage through my lingerie chest until I find what I'm looking for, a sweet little pair of black crotchless panties. I finish off my look with a killer pair of fuck-me-pumps and race out my door. As I'm locking up, I realize that I left The Phone inside. After a quick rush back inside, I'm heading out to meet my future.

You arrive at the restaurant a couple of minutes after seven o'clock, park and hurry inside. As you walk in, you see Michael already seated at a table for two. He sees you immediately and stands up, smiling broadly and waving you over.
 
He held up his hand. "No sexual contact at the interview, remember?" But he was smiling.

"Mia, I get the idea that you don't have a lot of experience giving head," he said calmly. "That's perfectly all right. If I choose you, you will become an expert cocksucker in no time. The key to a perfect blowjob is not any particular technique or style. It is enthusiasm. The best suckslut just really loves to have a dick in her mouth and cum shooting down her throat.

"And Elena loves sucking my cock. Stay right down there, next to her, and watch and learn."


I shake my head, "I'm sorry" I mutter looking down at the floor. "You right, I don't have much experience. But every time I've tried it I've loved every minute of it. I love feeling a hot throbbing cock in my mouth. I love swirling my tongue around the head. I love the taste, the heat. I love the thought of cradling your
balls in the palm of my hand while I run my tongue along the underside of your dick, making your balls jump"
As soon as the words are out of my mouth I cover my face with my hands, peeping out from behind my fingers. I can't believe I just said that...
 
I shake my head, "I'm sorry" I mutter looking down at the floor. "You right, I don't have much experience. But every time I've tried it I've loved every minute of it. I love feeling a hot throbbing cock in my mouth. I love swirling my tongue around the head. I love the taste, the heat. I love the thought of cradling your
balls in the palm of my hand while I run my tongue along the underside of your dick, making your balls jump"
As soon as the words are out of my mouth I cover my face with my hands, peeping out from behind my fingers. I can't believe I just said that...

He chuckles to himself. "That's the spirit, Mia. I'm sure you would be a very enthusiastic cocksucker. But right now, I want you to pay attention to Elena's mouth and my prick."

Elena moans at his words and slowly draws her lips up the length of his cock, making a lewd slurping sound. She pulls her lips off the head with a little wet pop. She grips his cock at the base with her hand and angles his penis toward you. It throbs and glistens in the light.

She smiles and whispers. "Just look at that fucking cock."
 
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He chuckles to himself. "That's the spirit, Mia. I'm sure you would be a very enthusiastic cocksucker. But right now, I want you to pay attention to Elena's mouth and my prick."

Elena moans at his words and slowly draws her lips up the length of his cock, making a lewd slurping sound. She pulls her lips off the head with a little wet pop. She grips his cock at the base with her hand and angles his penis toward you. It throbs and glistens in the light.

She smiles and whispers. "Just look at that fucking cock."

A small groan escapes my mouth as I stare. Without realising I lick my lips gently and start chewing on my bottom lip. Its something I seem to do when I am nervous, or on rare occasions, being brought to orgasm. Its a habit I've developed to stop me from screaming outloud. His cock is bright red and huge. I've never seem anything like it. Ever.
Elena lowered her head onto his cock and ran her tongue along the length of his shaft. She flicked her tongue all along it whilst her hands fondled his balls.
I couldn't take my eyes off his cock and saw a small, glistening spot of pre-cum at the tip of his dick.
Elena stuck her tongue out and licked it up. I looked at him and could tell he was in his element, I wasn't sure how he'd be able to take much more, but at that moment Elena caught my eye as she took his penis in her mouth all the way to the hilt. I realised I'd been holding my breath and took a sudden intake of air. God this was hot...
 
A small groan escapes my mouth as I stare. Without realising I lick my lips gently and start chewing on my bottom lip. Its something I seem to do when I am nervous, or on rare occasions, being brought to orgasm. Its a habit I've developed to stop me from screaming outloud. His cock is bright red and huge. I've never seem anything like it. Ever.
Elena lowered her head onto his cock and ran her tongue along the length of his shaft. She flicked her tongue all along it whilst her hands fondled his balls.
I couldn't take my eyes off his cock and saw a small, glistening spot of pre-cum at the tip of his dick.
Elena stuck her tongue out and licked it up. I looked at him and could tell he was in his element, I wasn't sure how he'd be able to take much more, but at that moment Elena caught my eye as she took his penis in her mouth all the way to the hilt. I realised I'd been holding my breath and took a sudden intake of air. God this was hot...

He watches you stare at his prick, fascinated. He hears you gasp when Elena deep throats his cock, her bottom lip touching his balls. She slides her mouth off his cock and then plunges down again. And again.

"This is an advanced technique, my dear," he says, looking down at you. "If I decide to use your mouth, I won't fuck your throat the first time."

Elena looks up at him as she blows him, awaiting instructions. He looks down at her and says, "Let her watch." She nods and takes his dick out of her mouth to look at you. "Lucky you, you get to watch the cum squirt out of his dick." And with that, she starts to tongue his balls and jerk him off, her soft white hand working up and down his hard red cock. Your face is just inches away.
 
As you arrived back home and parked your car, your new cell phone buzzed. Already? you thought. You quickly picked it up and saw that you had a new text message:

"Take a picture of your cunt right after you masturbate and email it to me. Tell me what you were thinking about when you started to cum."

I squealed, feeling so happy to get a message from him so soon! My mind started to race with excitement- I couldn’t wait to please him.

I practically flew out of my car and into my apartment. Tearing off my clothes minute I opened the door- the beauty of living by yourself- and had a trail leading from the front door to my bedroom. I pounced on the bed and got on my back, still carrying the events of the night with me.

“Oooooh….Yess…….” softly moaning and writhing on the bed, touching my clit, so overdue for relief. I knew this was going to be hard and quick…..

In my mind, I pictured him…Chance…...Sir….......he had an rubber anal plug and he got it wet with my juices- holding my gaze as he eased it inside my ass hole….”I’m going to cum for you…..I'm going to cum.....Yesss! Yesss…..I cried out, my toes tingling as the crest overtook me.

Still dazed, I reached for my new cell phone and snapped a picture of my cunt, still glistening with my cum.

“The minute I came, I thought of your cock, entering my tight little ass hole…..”

I hesitated, and then sent it to his email. I exhaled deeply and smiled, hoping he will be pleased with me.
 
He watches you stare at his prick, fascinated. He hears you gasp when Elena deep throats his cock, her bottom lip touching his balls. She slides her mouth off his cock and then plunges down again. And again.

"This is an advanced technique, my dear," he says, looking down at you. "If I decide to use your mouth, I won't fuck your throat the first time."

Elena looks up at him as she blows him, awaiting instructions. He looks down at her and says, "Let her watch." She nods and takes his dick out of her mouth to look at you. "Lucky you, you get to watch the cum squirt out of his dick." And with that, she starts to tongue his balls and jerk him off, her soft white hand working up and down his hard red cock. Your face is just inches away.

Elena began a smooth stroke up and down his slick erection. Her jaw was slack, her mouth open, and her eyes glued to mine. She jerked him off toward her pretty face.

I wanted this moment to go on forever, I'd never been more fascinated by anything.

The first spurts of his cum roped out of his cock, streaking Elena's forehead and eyebrow before I was prepared to see it. Elena didn't even flinch as she pulled his straining cock closer towards her.

I groaned aloud in sheer ecstasy, I couldn't help myself, as I felt my pussy muscles twitch as more thick white cum shot out of him to spatter Elena's lips, cheeks and chin. Some went into her mouth, and one shot spread up the side of her nose, but Elena didn't so much as close her eyes. The milky fluid dangled from her chin and dripped down onto her chest as the last of his cum finished pouring out of him onto her face.
I couldn't take my eyes off them, and I could feel my skin flush the brightest shade of red yet.
 
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