The Interview [submissive female(s) needed]

[Dr_O]

OH My Fucking God! I can't even claim what I'm feeling as mere horniness. I turn and sway my hips while walking as fast as I possibly can without looking like an over eager bitch in heat. I pull my skirt up, resisting my natural inclination to dispense with my dress entirely. I don't want to do anything foolish like disregarding one of his easier instructions. I plan to do nothing to jeopardize whatever plan he has for my throbbing sex. I grab on to the chair arms and slowly bend at my waist until the side of my face touches the leather of the chair seat. I then remove my hands and place them on either side of my face. I hold still despite the overwhelming tension in my too-hungry body.

Slowly, he walks toward you. He stops and stands behind you, no more than a foot from your bare ass.

His voice is low. "Reach back with your hands and pull your cheeks apart. Slowly. Spread that cunt and asshole open for me."

 

[impatient]

He laughed. "I suspect so! Not to mention that you are doing it for two complete strangers."

He put his hand gently on Elena's head. "Get my dick wet please." She immediately released his cock and left it pointing straight up at the ceiling, then reached under her dress, between her legs. When her hand appeared again, it was glistening with wetness. She circled her fingers around his cock and began to stroke it again, using her cunt juices as a lubricant as she jerked him off in front of you.

He looked back at you. "You can play with your cunt if you like, but do not cum," he commanded. "I want you to watch Elena jack me off."

Elena purred. "Mmm... lucky you, you get to watch the cum spurt out of his dick on your first night." She worked his cock expertly with her fingers, slowly pumping the wet shaft toward you.

“Yes, Sir, thank you,” I whispered hoarsely, the lust taking hold.

And I watched her, and him……I watched her stroke his fat cock right in front of me, while I played with my pussy. I listened to his erratic breathing, watching his face as he got close, his skin glistening with sweat- taking it all in and loving it.

“MMMmmm Sir, I can’t wait to see you cum…”

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

Slowly, he walks toward you. He stops and stands behind you, no more than a foot from your bare ass.

His voice is low. "Reach back with your hands and pull your cheeks apart. Slowly. Spread that cunt and asshole open for me."

The feeling is indescribable. I tried E in college a few times and it was pretty great. But this...like a straight shot of endorphins, like Christmas and a vacation in Rome and winning the lottery. I feel his presence behind me before he even speaks. And then his low voice commanding, short circuiting my brain. My hands reach back to spread my cheeks wide.

Has anything in the history of, well ever, been more erotic? To know that I am now exposed to him, subservient, available, at his mercy; I have entered a new mind space entirely.

 

[Dr_O]

“Yes, Sir, thank you,” I whispered hoarsely, the lust taking hold.

And I watched her, and him……I watched her stroke his fat cock right in front of me, while I played with my pussy. I listened to his erratic breathing, watching his face as he got close, his skin glistening with sweat- taking it all in and loving it.

“MMMmmm Sir, I can’t wait to see you cum…”

He looked down at your open cunt, watching you play with it. Then he looked up at you and watched your eyes riveted to the tip of his cock. Elena's elegant white hand slid up and down his prick, now an angry shade of red. You watched it throb and pulse and then... streams of white cum began to shoot out of his prick, right at you, falling on the carpet between him and you. Elena slowly pumped his shaft as the cum kept spurting from his cock, 7, 8, 9 ropes of cum arcing into the air. He watched you watch his dick the entire time.

When the cum finally stopped pulsing out, Elena slowly milked his dick once more, causing another thick drop of cum to appear on the tip of his cock. She licked the cum off his prick -- rather daintily, in fact -- then licked more of his cum off of her hand as she stood up. She deftly tucked his penis back into his pants, zipped him up, patted his cock, and then smiled at you before turning and walking out of the room.

He smiled, letting his eyes drift down between your legs again, watching your fingers rub your pussy.

 

[choklatekoneko]

OOC:

Other female writers are still welcome to join in. Just be sure to quote the post you are replying to so we do not get confused.

Female(s) needed to play the role of a 25-year-old woman who is slightly bored with her boyfriend's lovemaking. Then she sees an internet classified ad for a dominant male who is interviewing potential submissive females. She is not a complete innocent but she has not experienced anything other than vanilla sex (no anal, not all that much oral, lights usually off, nothing real adventurous). She is uncomfortable and embarrassed by frank discussions of sexuality.

You should be comfortable writing highly detailed and explicit descriptions. I will be playing the role of the Dom as well as setting the scenes to some extent. The Dom is a psychological dominant who loves women, not a user and abuser. He will expect the sub to obey his commands to the letter, but he prefers to use discomfort and embarrassment rather than pain and humiliation, and he will not use bondage very often because he wants the sub to consciously submit to his commands. However, he will not hesitate to physically overpower the sub if need be.

I am happy for more than one woman to post on this thread - like multiple women responding to the ad - until I choose one of you.

IC:

She turned out the light and lay back on to her pillow, but she found she couldn’t sleep. She wondered why she was so frustrated with her boyfriend. She liked him a lot - he was nice-looking, sweet, treated her well, and he was a considerate lover.

“Maybe too considerate,” she thought. Maybe that was part of the problem. Maybe he always turned the lights off because he just assumed she would want the lights off, or maybe he thought it wasn’t “gentlemanly” to make love with all the lights on. And maybe that was why he always asked her permission before he climaxed. He was just so... so... polite.

“But why would that be frustrating?” she thought to herself. “He’s just very ... considerate. And considerate is good.”

She had left her laptop on the bed, so she opened it up and began surfing the web absently. Some celebrities were filing for divorce, some were checking into rehab, and some were doing both. She hadn’t done any social networking lately, so she logged in to see what her friends were up to. Some of her friends were posting pictures of themselves, some were posting how busy they were with their jobs and families, and some were doing both. She yawned as she scrolled through the postings and was just about to close the window when one caught her eye:

“OMG - Best. Personal. Ever. LOL” It had been posted by someone Victoria barely knew, a casual acquaintance at work. The post linked to another huge site that was mostly a bare-bones listing of classified ads and job listings, but it did have a small personals section. She clicked on the link and the personal ad her friend had linked was kind of funny - it was from some woman offering a blowjob to any man who would do her dishes and laundry.

“Not bad, but I didn’t El-Oh-El,” she said to herself. She noticed that the personal was part of “casual encounters,” a section of the website she had never visited before. Out of curiosity, she clicked on the link to look at some of the other personals.

As she began to scroll down the list of links, she smiled. It seemed that all of the women posters were hookers and all of the men posters were completely clueless about how to attract women. “Ah, yes,” she thought to herself. “What could be more romantic than pictures of strange penises.” She chuckled to herself as she scrolled farther down the page, and then she noticed one post - a post that stood out simply because it wasn’t in all caps and didn’t end with exclamation points:

“Dominant Male Seeks New Submissive Female. Interviews This Week.”

She leaned forward and felt her heart beat a little quicker as she read the words again. She wasn’t even sure she knew what they meant, but she knew she wanted to find out. She clicked the link to open the full post:

“Dominant Male Seeks New Submissive Female. Interviews This Week.

One of my subs is moving out of state and I am interviewing candidates to replace her. I am looking for a young, fit woman who wants to explore her submissive side. This is not about pain or humiliation, but about absolute power and pure lust.

If you are interested, send a picture of yourself to me. If I am interested, I will contact you to arrange an interview. There will be no sexual contact at the interview and no expectation or obligation after the interview.

If I choose you, however, you will learn to embrace your inner slut.”

*****

Giana stared at the ad, reading once, then twice.

She felt herself get a chill, unvoluntarily,as she closed her light brown eyes and breathed out, her 36C sized breasts heaving as they followed. They were plump, and her coffee color skin contrasted with the chocolate color of her nipples, the tips already pointing outright.

She glanced at the clock, wondering when her boyfriend would get home. Drake usually worked nights, and it was easy to get bored with nothing to do. She was...missing something. Something she couldn't explain. He was cute, and they had great times..but he was just...too..nice.

She bit her bottom lip, the tongue ring she recently had done grazing her teeth. She shook her head at the thought. Drake was good to her. Very good. He paid for everything, including the apartment they shared. The sex..was-average. He was endowed, but he only seemed to do it for his please, sticking to the simple missionary position, and getting done in five minutes. It irked her to death, especially when she hadn't had the privilege of cumming yet, in which cases she fell asleep with soaking panties and a array of thoughts in her head, or she had to take a shower to relieve the thoughts she had in her mind.

She reread the email, chewing once again on her bottom lip. Hmm. Maybe...responding wouldn't hurt. Besides, Drake wouldn't find out a thing anyway. He was gone half the time, doing who knows what after work.

She searched her pictures. She took tons of pictures for fun-she's always been photogenic, she's been told, and she took advantage of that. She loved taking pictures actually-it was in her blood.

She finally found the one she was looking for. It highlighted her body, with being revealing. It was also simple-She was in her bathroom, a simple black wifebeater of her brother's she had on, with a pair of pink boy short panties. She was thick, her measurements coming at 36-24-38, and being half black and hispanic, her hair was a brownish color, and naturally waving, to the middle of her back. She wasn't tall, only standing at 5'5", and her eyes gave her an innocent appearance. The picture was her standing, blowing a kiss at the camera.

Satisfied, she added an attachment to the email, fingers shaking she starts to type.

Hi, Sir...

Um, I've not very experienced in this sort of thing, but I can't help but feel, a sort of attachment to what you're asking for, and I would like to be considered for an interview. I don't have that much experience, but I'm very willing to learn, very much, and I hope I do well. I hope this picture is satisfactory for you.

Gigi.

 

[Dr_O]

The feeling is indescribable. I tried E in college a few times and it was pretty great. But this...like a straight shot of endorphins, like Christmas and a vacation in Rome and winning the lottery. I feel his presence behind me before he even speaks. And then his low voice commanding, short circuiting my brain. My hands reach back to spread my cheeks wide.

Has anything in the history of, well ever, been more erotic? To know that I am now exposed to him, subservient, available, at his mercy; I have entered a new mind space entirely.

There is a long silence. You can feel him standing behind you, studying you.

Finally, he speaks. "Earlier, my dear, you were wondering if you could please me. Now I am wondering the same thing. You have followed my instructions very well, and I am enjoying the view of your hot wet cunt and tight little asshole, stretched wide for my approval.

"But I'm still wondering... would it please me to use this cunt and asshole for my pleasure? Would I enjoy fucking your wet pussy with my hard dick, or shooting my hot cum deep in your asshole?"

As he says the last part, you feel a single fingertip slide ever so slowly across your asshole, just once.

"What do you think?"

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

There is a long silence. You can feel him standing behind you, studying you.

Finally, he speaks. "Earlier, my dear, you were wondering if you could please me. Now I am wondering the same thing. You have followed my instructions very well, and I am enjoying the view of your hot wet cunt and tight little asshole, stretched wide for my approval.

"But I'm still wondering... would it please me to use this cunt and asshole for my pleasure? Would I enjoy fucking your wet pussy with my hard dick, or shooting my hot cum deep in your asshole?"

As he says the last part, you feel a single fingertip slide ever so slowly across your asshole, just once.

"What do you think?"

"Oh sir, I'm pretty damn sure that you would love every single slut fucking second of it. But you don't need to take my word for it...."

 

[Dr_O]

"Oh sir, I'm pretty damn sure that you would love every single slut fucking second of it. But you don't need to take my word for it...."

He says nothing, and for a moment, does nothing.

Then you feel his fingertip against your asshole again. Very slowly, he pushes his middle finger into your ass, centimeter by agonizing centimeter. You feel your asshole stretch open as his finger slides ever deeper into your ass, ever deeper, until you feel his knuckle against your open sphincter.

His thumb slides forward along your cunt lips, slowly pressing forward until it finds your clit. Then you feel his thumb slowly working in a slow circle around your clit. His finger is still deep in your ass.

His voice is almost a whisper. "And how about you? Would you like to be my new fuckslut? Would you like me to use your cunt and asshole as I please?

"I know you like my finger in your ass and my thumb on your cunt, but don't cum yet, sweetie. And don't talk. Just squeeze my finger with your tight little asshole if you like the idea of being my little fuck toy."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

He says nothing, and for a moment, does nothing.

Then you feel his fingertip against your asshole again. Very slowly, he pushes his middle finger into your ass, centimeter by agonizing centimeter. You feel your asshole stretch open as his finger slides ever deeper into your ass, ever deeper, until you feel his knuckle against your open sphincter.

His thumb slides forward along your cunt lips, slowly pressing forward until it finds your clit. Then you feel his thumb slowly working in a slow circle around your clit. His finger is still deep in your ass.

His voice is almost a whisper. "And how about you? Would you like to be my new fuckslut? Would you like me to use your cunt and asshole as I please?

"I know you like my finger in your ass and my thumb on your cunt, but don't cum yet, sweetie. And don't talk. Just squeeze my finger with your tight little asshole if you like the idea of being my little fuck toy."

I squeeze his delicious finger so damn hard I hope that it fractures. I'm so glad that he instructed me not to speak, because forming a coherent string of words right now? So not happening.

I want his cock in me so badly that I'm about to promise anything in the world to feel him inside me. I've never been fucked in the ass and the only thing I know right now is that this man needs to be the first to fill me there. Now.

 

[Dr_O]

I squeeze his delicious finger so damn hard I hope that it fractures. I'm so glad that he instructed me not to speak, because forming a coherent string of words right now? So not happening.

I want his cock in me so badly that I'm about to promise anything in the world to feel him inside me. I've never been fucked in the ass and the only thing I know right now is that this man needs to be the first to fill me there. Now.

He feels your asshole squeeze his finger tightly.

"Mmm... very good. I will consider it carefully," he says. "Now, my dear, you may cum. I want to feel your asshole squeezing my finger when you orgasm for me."

He pulls his finger out of your ass, then slowly corkscrews it back in. Underneath, his thumb finds your engorged clit again and strokes it expertly. Your cunt drips on his hand. At the same time, you feel his other hand on your bottom, cupping each cheek, squeezing it possessively.

"Cum for me now, my little fuck toy," he says, his voice a dangerous whisper.

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

He feels your asshole squeeze his finger tightly.

"Mmm... very good. I will consider it carefully," he says. "Now, my dear, you may cum. I want to feel your asshole squeezing my finger when you orgasm for me."

He pulls his finger out of your ass, then slowly corkscrews it back in. Underneath, his thumb finds your engorged clit again and strokes it expertly. Your cunt drips on his hand. At the same time, you feel his other hand on your bottom, cupping each cheek, squeezing it possessively.

"Cum for me now, my little fuck toy," he says, his voice a dangerous whisper.

"Oh god. Please fuck it, please fuck it," I whimper, thrusting my ass against your finger. "I'll be good, I'll be good, fuck my filthy ass!"

I'm so primed, that it doesn't take long. I'm screaming a moment later, shaking violently on my heels, about to fall down.

 

[Dr_O]

"Oh god. Please fuck it, please fuck it," I whimper, thrusting my ass against your finger. "I'll be good, I'll be good, fuck my filthy ass!"

I'm so primed, that it doesn't take long. I'm screaming a moment later, shaking violently on my heels, about to fall down.

He smiles as you start to cum, feeling your tight asshole squeezing and milking his finger again and again. He can feel your cunt gush against his hand and watch your knees buckle and quiver. He pushes his finger deep in your ass and holds tight as you scream and cum for him.

When your orgasm subsides, he pats you on the ass affectionately. "I think you like it when I put things in your ass, you dirty slut," he says. "Have you ever felt a cock in your ass before?"

When you shake your head "no," he nods in approval. "Very good to know. I may very well want to be the first to fuck your pretty little asshole." He slides his finger slowly out of your ass, and you shiver involuntarily.

"You may stand up now," he says. When you straighten up and try to regain your composure, he reaches into his pocket and holds out a cell phone. "Keep this with you at all times. If I decide to make you my new fuckslut, you will hear from me."

He smiles and starts to walk away, toward the far door. Then he stops and turns back to you. "By the way, you can feel free to masturbate in the car on the way home. My driver is used to my new subs finger-fucking themselves while he drives them home."

He smiles again. "Good night."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

He smiles as you start to cum, feeling your tight asshole squeezing and milking his finger again and again. He can feel your cunt gush against his hand and watch your knees buckle and quiver. He pushes his finger deep in your ass and holds tight as you scream and cum for him.

When your orgasm subsides, he pats you on the ass affectionately. "I think you like it when I put things in your ass, you dirty slut," he says. "Have you ever felt a cock in your ass before?"

When you shake your head "no," he nods in approval. "Very good to know. I may very well want to be the first to fuck your pretty little asshole." He slides his finger slowly out of your ass, and you shiver involuntarily.

"You may stand up now," he says. When you straighten up and try to regain your composure, he reaches into his pocket and holds out a cell phone. "Keep this with you at all times. If I decide to make you my new fuckslut, you will hear from me."

He smiles and starts to walk away, toward the far door. Then he stops and turns back to you. "By the way, you can feel free to masturbate in the car on the way home. My driver is used to my new subs finger-fucking themselves while he drives them home."

He smiles again. "Good night."

I am still shaking with after shocks when he exits through the far door.

"Goodnight," I softly mumble, for all the good it does an empty room.

I've already pulled down the skirt of my dress before I realize that my panties are still on the floor. I decide to leave them. Tying my overcoat on loosely I make my way towards the door that I came in. Waiting curbside for me is a sleek town car. A shorter dark haired gentleman opens the rear passenger door for me and offers me his hand in assistance.

"Thank you," I say, swinging both legs inside.

He closed the door for me and soon we were headed towards home. I gave the driver my address, and scooted my ass over to the middle seat.

I don't know if he had given me the information about the driver with the intention that I would actually take it to heart. But having already crossed way over my own personal slut line tonight, I decided to end the evening with a bang. I was still a live wire from my encounter minutes before.

Even before I loosened the belt on my coat, I had met the drivers eyes in the rear view mirror.

Obviously he has had a show before.

I lift my skirt up again so that it hugs around my waist. I slowly take down the top of my dress until my tits are exposed. I start by rubbing my tits and pinching my already puckered nipples. I haven't even touched my pussy yet and I'm already moaning. I check in on my driver and throw him a wink when I see his eyes on me. I then move one hand down to my soaking cunt, and start to finger myself. I use my other hand to dig in my purse until my hand finds a tube of lip gloss. I remove the tube and take it down to my slit, where i rub it with my juices.

And because it's already been stretched tonight, without ado I shove the lip gloss tube up into my asshole. I groan and then smile at the driver in the mirror. My hands start moving at a more rapid pace, and I begin panting and withering on the leather seat. I'm almost having as much fun moaning like a whore as I am stuffing my holes.

I notice that we had been very close to my street before, but now it seems the driver has taken a little detour. Fine with me, I'm enjoying the audience.

I lift off my ass, remove my coat, and get on all fours on the spacious back seat. I must be quite the sight with my dress exposing my ass and cunt, and my ample breasts hanging obscenely free. I look at the driver and lick my lips in a poor imitation of a White Snake video and come very close to laughing at the absurdity of the entire situation.

My hand moves down to start stroking my clit, and almost immediately I feel an orgasm building. I squeeze the tube in my ass, mimicking the play from sometime before. I give my moans free reign, a luxury I hardly ever indulge in when in my thin walled apartment.

And then I come, screaming and bucking my head up like a wild thing. Somehow I manage to stretch out on to my back, and I lay there panting for some time. When I have caught my breath, I again resume sitting in my seat. I notice that we are right outside my neighborhood again. Before the driver pulls up to my residence, I have time to adjust my dress. I decide to leave the lip gloss tube inserted until I'm safely encased in my house. Honestly, what would I do with it?

The driver opens my door, and once again offers his hand. I make sure that I give him one final view when I'm exiting the car.

"Thank you sir."

"It was a real pleasure young lady," he says with a pleasant grin on his face.

He waits until I let myself into my flat before driving away. I walk in to living room, which for some reason no longer looks the same.

I fall on the sofa and smile.

 

[impatient]

He looked down at your open cunt, watching you play with it. Then he looked up at you and watched your eyes riveted to the tip of his cock. Elena's elegant white hand slid up and down his prick, now an angry shade of red. You watched it throb and pulse and then... streams of white cum began to shoot out of his prick, right at you, falling on the carpet between him and you. Elena slowly pumped his shaft as the cum kept spurting from his cock, 7, 8, 9 ropes of cum arcing into the air. He watched you watch his dick the entire time.

When the cum finally stopped pulsing out, Elena slowly milked his dick once more, causing another thick drop of cum to appear on the tip of his cock. She licked the cum off his prick -- rather daintily, in fact -- then licked more of his cum off of her hand as she stood up. She deftly tucked his penis back into his pants, zipped him up, patted his cock, and then smiled at you before turning and walking out of the room.

He smiled, letting his eyes drift down between your legs again, watching your fingers rub your pussy.

I rubbed my clit in rhythm with their play, my eyes focused on his cock and patiently waiting for the prize. I imagined and hoped he would move forward a bit, and blanket me with his seed, all over my hot little snatch and fingers. My back arched in response and I cried out as his cum shot through the air.

“Ohh, yesss….cum for me……” I exhaled and paused for a moment, knowing I wasn’t allowed to cum.

As Elena cleaned him up, I went back to my task, softly stroking my clit with my legs spread shamelessly in the air. I started to wonder, “Who is he? Who is this man who has captured my attention?”

His eyes were warm and glossy, and as his gaze dropped to my wet pussy I asked him, “Would you tell me your name?”

 

[zoelikesjam]

OOC-I don't know if you are still looking for 'characters' but I thought I'd join in if you don't mind. This is my first post, and first time ever doing role play!

OOC:

IC:

She turned out the light and lay back on to her pillow, but she found she couldn’t sleep. She wondered why she was so frustrated with her boyfriend. She liked him a lot - he was nice-looking, sweet, treated her well, and he was a considerate lover.

“Maybe too considerate,” she thought. Maybe that was part of the problem. Maybe he always turned the lights off because he just assumed she would want the lights off, or maybe he thought it wasn’t “gentlemanly” to make love with all the lights on. And maybe that was why he always asked her permission before he climaxed. He was just so... so... polite.

“But why would that be frustrating?” she thought to herself. “He’s just very ... considerate. And considerate is good.”

She had left her laptop on the bed, so she opened it up and began surfing the web absently. Some celebrities were filing for divorce, some were checking into rehab, and some were doing both. She hadn’t done any social networking lately, so she logged in to see what her friends were up to. Some of her friends were posting pictures of themselves, some were posting how busy they were with their jobs and families, and some were doing both. She yawned as she scrolled through the postings and was just about to close the window when one caught her eye:

“OMG - Best. Personal. Ever. LOL” It had been posted by someone Victoria barely knew, a casual acquaintance at work. The post linked to another huge site that was mostly a bare-bones listing of classified ads and job listings, but it did have a small personals section. She clicked on the link and the personal ad her friend had linked was kind of funny - it was from some woman offering a blowjob to any man who would do her dishes and laundry.

“Not bad, but I didn’t El-Oh-El,” she said to herself. She noticed that the personal was part of “casual encounters,” a section of the website she had never visited before. Out of curiosity, she clicked on the link to look at some of the other personals.

As she began to scroll down the list of links, she smiled. It seemed that all of the women posters were hookers and all of the men posters were completely clueless about how to attract women. “Ah, yes,” she thought to herself. “What could be more romantic than pictures of strange penises.” She chuckled to herself as she scrolled farther down the page, and then she noticed one post - a post that stood out simply because it wasn’t in all caps and didn’t end with exclamation points:

“Dominant Male Seeks New Submissive Female. Interviews This Week.”

She leaned forward and felt her heart beat a little quicker as she read the words again. She wasn’t even sure she knew what they meant, but she knew she wanted to find out. She clicked the link to open the full post:

“Dominant Male Seeks New Submissive Female. Interviews This Week.

One of my subs is moving out of state and I am interviewing candidates to replace her. I am looking for a young, fit woman who wants to explore her submissive side. This is not about pain or humiliation, but about absolute power and pure lust.

If you are interested, send a picture of yourself to me. If I am interested, I will contact you to arrange an interview. There will be no sexual contact at the interview and no expectation or obligation after the interview.

If I choose you, however, you will learn to embrace your inner slut.”

*****

I sit with the laptop screen slightly tilted, to avoid unwanted attention. My hands feel shaky, and my heart is pounding so hard in my chest I am sure my partner can hear it.
I try very hard to slow my breathing down, I don't want to give myself away, but I feel so disgustingly nervous.
I type out my reply, re-read it and type it again. I click the attach button, and load up a photo from two weeks ago, a family holiday spent on the beach. I looked tanned and healthy, my red hair gleaming, but my eyes look miserable despite the smile pasted across my mouth.

Dear Sir

I noticed your advert and something within me stirred. I felt compelled to respond. I am currently in a long term relationship, but I find myself left unsatisfied and un-happy.
I am fuelled with a burning coursing through my veins that I, nor anyone else, seem's able to satisfy. I have been wanting to explore myself for a long time now, and your advert seems the perfect way to placate my wants and needs. Thank you for taking the time to read this email.

Yours
Amelia

I hear a gentle snore besides me, and my heart almost jumps into my mouth. Making sure I delete the history and remove my path of deceitfulness, I slam the laptop shut and place it gently on my beside table. Snuggling down between the sheets next to my partner Adam he flings his arm round my waist and buries his face into my hair. Realisation hits me like a punch and settles upon me.
What have I just done? What was I thinking?
As I drift into a fitful sleep, a faceless stranger is prominent in my mind.

 

[Dr_O]

I am still shaking with after shocks when he exits through the far door.

"Goodnight," I softly mumble, for all the good it does an empty room.

I've already pulled down the skirt of my dress before I realize that my panties are still on the floor. I decide to leave them. Tying my overcoat on loosely I make my way towards the door that I came in. Waiting curbside for me is a sleek town car. A shorter dark haired gentleman opens the rear passenger door for me and offers me his hand in assistance.

"Thank you," I say, swinging both legs inside.

He closed the door for me and soon we were headed towards home. I gave the driver my address, and scooted my ass over to the middle seat.

I don't know if he had given me the information about the driver with the intention that I would actually take it to heart. But having already crossed way over my own personal slut line tonight, I decided to end the evening with a bang. I was still a live wire from my encounter minutes before.

Even before I loosened the belt on my coat, I had met the drivers eyes in the rear view mirror.

Obviously he has had a show before.

I lift my skirt up again so that it hugs around my waist. I slowly take down the top of my dress until my tits are exposed. I start by rubbing my tits and pinching my already puckered nipples. I haven't even touched my pussy yet and I'm already moaning. I check in on my driver and throw him a wink when I see his eyes on me. I then move one hand down to my soaking cunt, and start to finger myself. I use my other hand to dig in my purse until my hand finds a tube of lip gloss. I remove the tube and take it down to my slit, where i rub it with my juices.

And because it's already been stretched tonight, without ado I shove the lip gloss tube up into my asshole. I groan and then smile at the driver in the mirror. My hands start moving at a more rapid pace, and I begin panting and withering on the leather seat. I'm almost having as much fun moaning like a whore as I am stuffing my holes.

I notice that we had been very close to my street before, but now it seems the driver has taken a little detour. Fine with me, I'm enjoying the audience.

I lift off my ass, remove my coat, and get on all fours on the spacious back seat. I must be quite the sight with my dress exposing my ass and cunt, and my ample breasts hanging obscenely free. I look at the driver and lick my lips in a poor imitation of a White Snake video and come very close to laughing at the absurdity of the entire situation.

My hand moves down to start stroking my clit, and almost immediately I feel an orgasm building. I squeeze the tube in my ass, mimicking the play from sometime before. I give my moans free reign, a luxury I hardly ever indulge in when in my thin walled apartment.

And then I come, screaming and bucking my head up like a wild thing. Somehow I manage to stretch out on to my back, and I lay there panting for some time. When I have caught my breath, I again resume sitting in my seat. I notice that we are right outside my neighborhood again. Before the driver pulls up to my residence, I have time to adjust my dress. I decide to leave the lip gloss tube inserted until I'm safely encased in my house. Honestly, what would I do with it?

The driver opens my door, and once again offers his hand. I make sure that I give him one final view when I'm exiting the car.

"Thank you sir."

"It was a real pleasure young lady," he says with a pleasant grin on his face.

He waits until I let myself into my flat before driving away. I walk in to living room, which for some reason no longer looks the same.

I fall on the sofa and smile.

Two days pass.

 

[Dr_O]

I rubbed my clit in rhythm with their play, my eyes focused on his cock and patiently waiting for the prize. I imagined and hoped he would move forward a bit, and blanket me with his seed, all over my hot little snatch and fingers. My back arched in response and I cried out as his cum shot through the air.

“Ohh, yesss….cum for me……” I exhaled and paused for a moment, knowing I wasn’t allowed to cum.

As Elena cleaned him up, I went back to my task, softly stroking my clit with my legs spread shamelessly in the air. I started to wonder, “Who is he? Who is this man who has captured my attention?”

His eyes were warm and glossy, and as his gaze dropped to my wet pussy I asked him, “Would you tell me your name?”

He smiled and sank slowly to his knees, then bent closer, ever closer to your open cunt. His face moved to within six inches from your fingers as you worked your clit and pussy for him. He inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in your scent.

He looked up into your eyes. "Is that what you really want to know right now, Jennifer?" You felt his breath, hot on your pussy lips. "Or do you want to know something far more important... whether or not I will allow you to cum before the end of the interview?"

His eyes dropped back to your cunt and he watched your wet fingers closely.

 

[Dr_O]

Hi, Sir...

Um, I've not very experienced in this sort of thing, but I can't help but feel, a sort of attachment to what you're asking for, and I would like to be considered for an interview. I don't have that much experience, but I'm very willing to learn, very much, and I hope I do well. I hope this picture is satisfactory for you.

Gigi.

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."

 

[Dr_O]

Dear Sir

I noticed your advert and something within me stirred. I felt compelled to respond. I am currently in a long term relationship, but I find myself left unsatisfied and un-happy.
I am fuelled with a burning coursing through my veins that I, nor anyone else, seem's able to satisfy. I have been wanting to explore myself for a long time now, and your advert seems the perfect way to placate my wants and needs. Thank you for taking the time to read this email.

Yours
Amelia

The next day, Amelia 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."

 

[zoelikesjam]

The next day, Amelia 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."

My mouth went dry and my palms sweaty as I felt myself starting to hyper ventilate. I closed my eyes and concentrated on slowing down the rapid breaths coming from deep within me. My chest heaved as I forced myself to gain control.
Control was the idea here right? I told myself.
Reading the last sentence made my face flush and my breathing sped up again. On nights when Adam was away, I always took great pleasure in tormenting myself to orgasm in my own special way, playing with my clit whilst simultaneously pleasuring myself with various items.
Adam rarely went away so this was a very rare treat, once every now and again, could I really hold out?
After all, The advert had said there would be no sexual contact during the interview, so how would he know if I did bring myself to orgasm?
I was now faced with a tough choice. The question was, could I wait?

 

[impatient]

He smiled and sank slowly to his knees, then bent closer, ever closer to your open cunt. His face moved to within six inches from your fingers as you worked your clit and pussy for him. He inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in your scent.

He looked up into your eyes. "Is that what you really want to know right now, Jennifer?" You felt his breath, hot on your pussy lips. "Or do you want to know something far more important... whether or not I will allow you to cum before the end of the interview?"

His eyes dropped back to your cunt and he watched your wet fingers closely.

I mewed softly when he sank before me, my breathing shallow and uneven- his face coming closer and closer to my cunt.

My desire for him perfumed the air and I watched as he inhaled me deeply.

"Is that what you really want to know right now, Jennifer?"

There it is again- that surge...the ache in my chest.....as he deliciously toyed with me.

"Or do you want to know something far more important... whether or not I will allow you to cum before the end of the interview?"

"Do I really have a choice?" I whispered, the intensity between us building in crescendo.

 

[Dr_O]

I mewed softly when he sank before me, my breathing shallow and uneven- his face coming closer and closer to my cunt.

My desire for him perfumed the air and I watched as he inhaled me deeply.

"Is that what you really want to know right now, Jennifer?"

There it is again- that surge...the ache in my chest.....as he deliciously toyed with me.

"Or do you want to know something far more important... whether or not I will allow you to cum before the end of the interview?"

"Do I really have a choice?" I whispered, the intensity between us building in crescendo.

He breathed on your cunt again.

"Of course you have a choice, Jennifer," he said, his mouth so close to your frantic fingers. "I can either tell you my name... or I can allow you to cum. Which would you like to choose?"

And then, suddenly, you felt his fingertip slide across your asshole, very gently.

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

Two days pass.

More confusion.

Sometimes I am thankful for the respite; I am shocked by the depths of my wanton behavior. This recovery time is needed to analyze and digest the events of the other night. I had meant to ease in, one toe at a time, and had ended up diving head first into a whole mess of sexy badness.

And at other moments, I am crawling the walls, begging him silently to call me so that we can meet again. I would show him just how grateful I was for the acknowledgment. I've unleashed an entity within that now stands posed to devour the girl that I once was. He is all that I can think of. I've had to beg off meeting with my real lover for two days now, because the thought of faking it with another man repulses me.

I consider myself and wonder, who is this girl, waiting around obsessively for his call? She is hardly the me that I knew two days ago.

I find that I neither know nor care.

 

[Dr_O]

My mouth went dry and my palms sweaty as I felt myself starting to hyper ventilate. I closed my eyes and concentrated on slowing down the rapid breaths coming from deep within me. My chest heaved as I forced myself to gain control.
Control was the idea here right? I told myself.
Reading the last sentence made my face flush and my breathing sped up again. On nights when Adam was away, I always took great pleasure in tormenting myself to orgasm in my own special way, playing with my clit whilst simultaneously pleasuring myself with various items.
Adam rarely went away so this was a very rare treat, once every now and again, could I really hold out?
After all, The advert had said there would be no sexual contact during the interview, so how would he know if I did bring myself to orgasm?
I was now faced with a tough choice. The question was, could I wait?

In fact, Amelia had intended on masturbating that very night, right then, right after she checked her email one last time. She rubbed her fingers between her legs, on the outside of her panties, and could feel her wetness. And tingles.

 

[impatient]

He breathed on your cunt again.

"Of course you have a choice, Jennifer," he said, his mouth so close to your frantic fingers. "I can either tell you my name... or I can allow you to cum. Which would you like to choose?"

And then, suddenly, you felt his fingertip slide across your asshole, very gently.

I was so sure of what I was going to choose, until he unfairly grazed my asshole.

But- I can always cum another time.....maybe not now.....maybe not tonight, I thought, carefully weighing my options.

"Tell me your name." I said, looking straight into those smoldering sapphires.