The Interview [submissive female(s) needed]

[Dr_O]

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.

Elena kept pumping his shaft slowly until his cock finally stopped pulsing. She made no effort to wipe the cum from her face or hair. Instead, she locked eyes on him and slowly pushed his softening prick back into her mouth, all the way, pushing her lips all the way down his penis until her lips touched his testicles. You watched her throat work up and down as if she were trying to swallow his cock. She held his dick in her mouth and waited.

He smiled down at you. "So, Mia," he said, "what did you think of the view?"

 

[zoelikesjam]

Elena kept pumping his shaft slowly until his cock finally stopped pulsing. She made no effort to wipe the cum from her face or hair. Instead, she locked eyes on him and slowly pushed his softening prick back into her mouth, all the way, pushing her lips all the way down his penis until her lips touched his testicles. You watched her throat work up and down as if she were trying to swallow his cock. She held his dick in her mouth and waited.

He smiled down at you. "So, Mia," he said, "what did you think of the view?"

I couldn't speak. I felt like my tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth. I stared at him feeling gobsmacked. I realised I was still biting my lip, and let go sucking on it gently I could taste blood. I looked down at my hands and saw they were clasped tightly into fists at my waist, finger nails digging into my palms. I stole a glance at him and could see he was grinning.
"I made my lip bleed" I said mostly to myself, but he heard me. Running my tongue across my lip again I blanched "I...I..." I literally couldn't speak. My eyes were like saucers, wide and glazed over. I frantically looked from him to my palms. I'd never seen anything like it before in my life. I was in shock, my breathing was fast and laboured, and I felt like bursting into tears and laughing at the same time. I really didn't know where to put myself, what to do or what to say. The word 'Wow' popped out of my mouth
"That was amazing" I whispered

 

[Dr_O]

I couldn't speak. I felt like my tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth. I stared at him feeling gobsmacked. I realised I was still biting my lip, and let go sucking on it gently I could taste blood. I looked down at my hands and saw they were clasped tightly into fists at my waist, finger nails digging into my palms. I stole a glance at him and could see he was grinning.
"I made my lip bleed" I said mostly to myself, but he heard me. Running my tongue across my lip again I blanched "I...I..." I literally couldn't speak. My eyes were like saucers, wide and glazed over. I frantically looked from him to my palms. I'd never seen anything like it before in my life. I was in shock, my breathing was fast and laboured, and I felt like bursting into tears and laughing at the same time. I really didn't know where to put myself, what to do or what to say. The word 'Wow' popped out of my mouth
"That was amazing" I whispered

"Well, thank you, my dear," he said with a pleasant smile on his face. "I'm glad you enjoyed the show." He nodded at Elena. She released his cock from her mouth and it flopped heavily against his pants. She took it in her hand and gave it a little squeeze, then carefully tucked his cock and balls back into his pants. She zipped him up, patted his crotch affectionately, and smiled at you. "Maybe I'll see you around." She stood up and licked some of his cum off her lips, then turned and walked out of the room, her shapely white bottom swinging slightly back and forth as she went.

The man reached into his pocket and handed you a cell phone. "Keep this with you at all times," he said, standing up. "If I choose you, I will contact you. It was a pleasure meeting you tonight, Mia."

He turned and walked toward the far door, then stopped and turned back to her. "By the way, feel free to masturbate in the car if you need to. My driver is quite accustomed to my new subs finger-fucking themselves on the drive home." He smiled once more and exited the room.

 

[Dr_O]

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.

Three days passed.

 

[zoelikesjam]

"Well, thank you, my dear," he said with a pleasant smile on his face. "I'm glad you enjoyed the show." He nodded at Elena. She released his cock from her mouth and it flopped heavily against his pants. She took it in her hand and gave it a little squeeze, then carefully tucked his cock and balls back into his pants. She zipped him up, patted his crotch affectionately, and smiled at you. "Maybe I'll see you around." She stood up and licked some of his cum off her lips, then turned and walked out of the room, her shapely white bottom swinging slightly back and forth as she went.

The man reached into his pocket and handed you a cell phone. "Keep this with you at all times," he said, standing up. "If I choose you, I will contact you. It was a pleasure meeting you tonight, Mia."

He turned and walked toward the far door, then stopped and turned back to her. "By the way, feel free to masturbate in the car if you need to. My driver is quite accustomed to my new subs finger-fucking themselves on the drive home." He smiled once more and exited the room.

It was raining as I walked outside clutching the phone in one hand, and my bag in the other. I could feel the rain soaking through my dress, I could feel the material clinging to my breasts. It had gotten so cold I felt my nipples straining against the lace of my bra. The car was parked up, door open waiting for me to step in, with a moments hesitation I finally slipped into the waiting vehicle and pulled the door shut, feeling the soft leather slide across my thighs as my dress rode up.
The driver turned to look at me, a huge smirk on his face. He was cute, young, preppy looking. He looked me up and down, and noted the look in my eyes, and the blood on my lip. His grin grew wider.
"Have fun in there?" He asked snapping me out of my daze.
"Huh? Oh, yes. Yes I did. I think. Thanks" I murmured still slightly occupied with my thoughts. He chuckled and turned round to concentrate on his driving.

That had been more than I could cope with. Maybe. Elena's head bobbing up and down on his cock kept floating into my mind, and her face covered in his spunk. I groaned quietly, but the driver heard and smiled.

"You can 'deal' with yourself if you need to you know"
My head snapped round and I looked in the rear view mirror into his eyes.
"Pardon?"
"If you need to, you can fuck yourself. I don't mind" The way he accentuated the word 'fuck' made my spine tingle and my pussy burn. I felt my skin burn as I looked down. My dress had ridden up enough for him to catch a glimpse of my pussy, which was now soaking the leather seat. My hand twitched, and he noticed the movement

"Just go for it, I won't tell anyone, I promise" His eyes twinkled with mischievousness. I closed my eyes and the images of the last 40minutes flickered through my mind. My left hand crawled across my thigh towards my pussy. As my fingertips connected with my clit, and realising with a jolt my knickers were in my bag, I couldn't help the low moan that escaped my mouth and I bit my lip furiously to stop from crying out. I moved
my right hand to my nipple and, pinching gently I rolled my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I slowly started to give in to the feelings in my body. I moved my finger from my clit and pushed them deep inside my pussy with a deep thrust. I heard the driver gasp, and my eyes flew open breaking me out of my day dream. I immediately stopped what I was doing, but didn't remove my fingers, I just froze, mortified.

"Don't stop on account of me" His smiling eyes gazing between me and the road.
Ridiculously embarrassed, but massively horny I couldn't stop if I had wanted to. I threw caution to the wind and spread my legs wider. Letting go of my nipple I started rolling my clit around between my two fingers, and started sliding my other two fingers in and out of my slick wet pussy, slowly fucking myself.
I used my middle and index finger and spread my lips wide open so I could gain access to my clit without interference and started to frig myself furiously. I reached the top and with a small scream my body shook like it never had before. I felt myself shudder as my orgasm washed over my entire body, making everything tingle, from head to toe.
I lay back in the seat, panting furiously. I caught a glance of myself in the window, I looked a mess. My eyes were glazed, My skin flushed and sweaty, my hair messed up slightly.
The driver gave a nervous cough, and I wrenched my dress down, covering myself up. I looked up and saw he had turned around. I sat bolt upright when I realised the car had stopped. Looking out of the window I could see the steps leading upto my flat.
"Hang on..." I felt my voice raising in shock. "How the hell did you know where I lived?" I could feel the panic rising in my voice.

The driver Winked at me
"The Master knows everything, and don't forget that...It'll stand you in good stead"

 

[choklatekoneko]

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.

She felt herself tremble the whole ride there, unable to stop. She breathed, inside and out, forcing herself to calm down, though she quickly figured out it wasn't working.

She stepped out, and as she saw his red lights go down the street, she saw another girl, and a quiet gasp escaped from her. She was goreous, absolutely flawless. She was even more so when she spoke Spanish, signaling she could go, and to wait for him. She was speechless for a moment, taking in her beauty.

"Um..yah. Thanks." She said politely, a bit of accent coming out, a sure signal of her nervousness. She tugged on her dress, which immnoediately rode back up again. She had gotten bigger hips--a result of her genes and good cookin'--and couldn't help it.

She quickly walked into the room, trembling as she took a seat, playing with her hair.

 

[impatient]

Three days passed.

"I emailed a stranger, sent him pictures, met him, masturbated in front of him and his companion....and now he hasn't contacted me......Awesome!" I said aloud, feeling so foolish that I could have been duped like that.

"Who does that?!" I added, pulling a face. How could I have been so stupid? I thought.

"Fuck it- I have a good life, nice career, and a great boyfriend who knows how to treat a woman!"

I took the cell phone out of my purse, checking for any messages once again. Nothing.

I shrugged.

Just throw the damn thing out, I told myself. Standing in front of the trash can before I left for work, I pressed my foot on the lever- the lid swinging open obnoxiously. I was frozen, mulling over the events in my head for a few moments.

"But I don't want it to be over...." I said, pouting.

I let out a gentle sigh, resigned to accept the fact that I couldn't give this up yet. I let my foot off the lever of the trash can, hearing the lip snap shut. I placed the phone in my purse and headed out the door to start the day.

 

[Dr_O]

I used my middle and index finger and spread my lips wide open so I could gain access to my clit without interference and started to frig myself furiously. I reached the top and with a small scream my body shook like it never had before. I felt myself shudder as my orgasm washed over my entire body, making everything tingle, from head to toe.
I lay back in the seat, panting furiously. I caught a glance of myself in the window, I looked a mess. My eyes were glazed, My skin flushed and sweaty, my hair messed up slightly.
The driver gave a nervous cough, and I wrenched my dress down, covering myself up. I looked up and saw he had turned around. I sat bolt upright when I realised the car had stopped. Looking out of the window I could see the steps leading upto my flat.
"Hang on..." I felt my voice raising in shock. "How the hell did you know where I lived?" I could feel the panic rising in my voice.

The driver Winked at me
"The Master knows everything, and don't forget that...It'll stand you in good stead"

You were sound asleep when you became vaguely aware of a faint buzzing sound. Was it real? Still foggy, you rolled over and looked at the clock. 4:41 a.m. Hm. Must have dreamed it, you thought. You were about to close your eyes again when you noticed the cell phone -- the new cell phone -- blinking on your nightstand. Wide awake, you snatched it up and found you had one text message:

"When your boyfriend comes home, meet him at the door. Get on your knees and jack him off on your face. Do not use your mouth, even if he asks."

 

[Dr_O]

She felt herself tremble the whole ride there, unable to stop. She breathed, inside and out, forcing herself to calm down, though she quickly figured out it wasn't working.

She stepped out, and as she saw his red lights go down the street, she saw another girl, and a quiet gasp escaped from her. She was goreous, absolutely flawless. She was even more so when she spoke Spanish, signaling she could go, and to wait for him. She was speechless for a moment, taking in her beauty.

"Um..yah. Thanks." She said politely, a bit of accent coming out, a sure signal of her nervousness. She tugged on her dress, which immnoediately rode back up again. She had gotten bigger hips--a result of her genes and good cookin'--and couldn't help it.

She quickly walked into the room, trembling as she took a seat, playing with her hair.

There were two wing-backed chairs in the room, facing each other about 15 feet apart, and nothing else. Other than the double doors at the entrance, there was one other, a plain single-hinge door on the far side of the room. The chairs, floor, ceiling and walls were all a deep charcoal gray. The room was brilliantly lit, but the light was warm, not harsh.

After a few minutes, the far door opened and a man walked confidently into the room. He immediately looked directly into your eyes and smiled broadly. He was a tall white man -- perhaps 6'2" -- and lean. It was hard to tell how old he might be -- 35? 45? He had short black hair, graying just a touch at the temples, and piercing blue eyes. He wore a crisp white oxford dress shirt and black slacks and shoes. There was a confident, easy grace in his walk. He looked... efficient, is the word that came to mind.

He strode across the room to you, still smiling, and sat down smoothly in the chair opposite you. He never broke eye contact, never lost that easy, confident smile as he settled into his chair.

"Good evening, Gigi," he said, still looking directly at you. His voice was a rich, soothing baritone. "Thank you for coming tonight. I understand your email that you have never done anything like this before, so I will take it from the top.

"The first thing you need to know is that tonight, you are free to leave whenever you choose. The door behind you is unlocked, and I have a car waiting outside to take you wherever you want to go, whenever you want to go.

"But if you choose to stay, I will say some things, and ask you some questions, that would make many women uncomfortable or embarrassed. If you hear a question that you do not want to answer, all you have to do is stand up and walk out of this building, and you and I will never see each other again.

"But if you choose to stay, I ask you to answer each question as truthfully and completely as possible, even if answering makes you feel uncomfortable or embarrassed. I must have your complete, naked honesty throughout this interview, so if at any point you cannot give me that, I want you to stand up and leave.

"Now, before you decide whether we should go any further, you should understand one thing very clearly. This interview is about sex. This is not a date, and you are not my potential girlfriend. If I choose you to be my new submissive, you may very well fall in love with me, and I may fall in love with you. But that would be incidental. The driving force of this interview -- and whatever may result from it -- is pure animal sexuality and lust, and there will be no way for either of us to pretend otherwise.

"If that is not what you thought this interview would be, then you are welcome to go now. But if you understand clearly why we are here and would still like to go forward, then we can begin the interview."

He paused. "And one more thing. Cuando me hablas, habla Inglés solamente."

He looked at her steadily.

"What do you say?"

 

[Dr_O]

"I emailed a stranger, sent him pictures, met him, masturbated in front of him and his companion....and now he hasn't contacted me......Awesome!" I said aloud, feeling so foolish that I could have been duped like that.

"Who does that?!" I added, pulling a face. How could I have been so stupid? I thought.

"Fuck it- I have a good life, nice career, and a great boyfriend who knows how to treat a woman!"

I took the cell phone out of my purse, checking for any messages once again. Nothing.

I shrugged.

Just throw the damn thing out, I told myself. Standing in front of the trash can before I left for work, I pressed my foot on the lever- the lid swinging open obnoxiously. I was frozen, mulling over the events in my head for a few moments.

"But I don't want it to be over...." I said, pouting.

I let out a gentle sigh, resigned to accept the fact that I couldn't give this up yet. I let my foot off the lever of the trash can, hearing the lip snap shut. I placed the phone in my purse and headed out the door to start the day.

When you arrived at work, you immediately noticed that something was going on. The office was full, but no one seemed to be working. Instead, there were groups of men and women in the halls, giggling and laughing, and as you walked by the cubicles, you could see several people huddled around a computer, talking excitedly. Puzzled, you walked up behind them.

"What's going on?" you asked.

One of the men turned around with a big grin. "Someone with an anonymous account emailed a dirty picture -- a really dirty picture -- to everyone in the office. Gives a new meaning to the term 'in-box,' eh?" Everyone in the group laughed and one of the other men high-fived him. One of the women giggled and said, "Yeah, whoever she is, I think she really likes having her picture taken!" More laughter.

You looked at the computer and froze. There, huge and in vivid color, was your pussy, wide open, engorged red and glistening with your cum. Your asshole was easily visible too. There was nothing else in the picture and it would be impossible to identify you, but there it was.

Everyone in your office had a picture of your wet cunt.

 

[impatient]

When you arrived at work, you immediately noticed that something was going on. The office was full, but no one seemed to be working. Instead, there were groups of men and women in the halls, giggling and laughing, and as you walked by the cubicles, you could see several people huddled around a computer, talking excitedly. Puzzled, you walked up behind them.

"What's going on?" you asked.

One of the men turned around with a big grin. "Someone with an anonymous account emailed a dirty picture -- a really dirty picture -- to everyone in the office. Gives a new meaning to the term 'in-box,' eh?" Everyone in the group laughed and one of the other men high-fived him. One of the women giggled and said, "Yeah, whoever she is, I think she really likes having her picture taken!" More laughter.

You looked at the computer and froze. There, huge and in vivid color, was your pussy, wide open, engorged red and glistening with your cum. Your asshole was easily visible too. There was nothing else in the picture and it would be impossible to identify, but there it was.

Everyone in your office had a picture of your wet cunt.

I stood, motionless…..pupils fixed and dilated……jaw open……my stomach churns and I feel like I am going to pass out.

“Jen!? Are you okay??” my co-worker Susan asks, grabbing my arm, “You look so pale!”

“I’m fine,” I reply, exhaling and letting out a forced laugh, “Just not used to seeing that kind of stuff,” I added, trying to reassure her that nothing was amiss.

“I’m going to go grab some coffee- you want some?” I ask her, a casual tone to my voice.

She declined with a gesture, and re-joined the rest of the group, who were still laughing at the computer screen.

I stumbled into the break room, and went into the bathroom stall, locking it behind me and leaning heavily against the heavy wooden door.

“Ohh my Godddd….what has he done???” I gasp, my body sinking to the floor.

I grab the cell phone out of my purse, and text him- “I need to speak to you immediately!”

 

[Dr_O]

I stood, motionless…..pupils fixed and dilated……jaw open……my stomach churns and I feel like I am going to pass out.

“Jen!? Are you okay??” my co-worker Susan asks, grabbing my arm, “You look so pale!”

“I’m fine,” I reply, exhaling and letting out a forced laugh, “Just not used to seeing that kind of stuff,” I added, trying to reassure her that nothing was amiss.

“I’m going to go grab some coffee- you want some?” I ask her, a casual tone to my voice.

She declined with a gesture, and re-joined the rest of the group, who were still laughing at the computer screen.

I stumbled into the break room, and went into the bathroom stall, locking it behind me and leaning heavily against the heavy wooden door.

“Ohh my Godddd….what has he done???” I gasp, my body sinking to the floor.

I grab the cell phone out of my purse, and text him- “I need to speak to you immediately!”

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."

 

[impatient]

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."

“What the F-? Motherfucker!!” I hiss, ready to completely lose it. I sat on the floor, cell phone in hand, staring at it in complete disbelief.

“Great, not only have you been duped, but now, you are being blackmailed!” I said, my breathing erratic. My hands start to tingle and I realize I am starting to hyperventilate.

“Calm down, calm down,” I reassure myself, “They don’t know it’s you.”

I stand up, exit the stall and walk over to the sink. I turn on the faucet and splash my face with some cold water, and as I move to get a towel, I happen to catch my reflection in the mirror. “Look at you,” I mutter, my cheeks flushed and my chest is decorated with rosy splotches all over from the humiliation. I pause, and then smirk a little, as I then notice my pussy is wet. “I’m fucked up!” I announce to the empty break room, and throw open the door to start over.

 

[Dr_O]

“What the F-? Motherfucker!!” I hiss, ready to completely lose it. I sat on the floor, cell phone in hand, staring at it in complete disbelief.

“Great, not only have you been duped, but now, you are being blackmailed!” I said, my breathing erratic. My hands start to tingle and I realize I am starting to hyperventilate.

“Calm down, calm down,” I reassure myself, “They don’t know it’s you.”

I stand up, exit the stall and walk over to the sink. I turn on the faucet and splash my face with some cold water, and as I move to get a towel, I happen to catch my reflection in the mirror. “Look at you,” I mutter, my cheeks flushed and my chest is decorated with rosy splotches all over from the humiliation. I pause, and then smirk a little, as I then notice my pussy is wet. “I’m fucked up!” I announce to the empty break room, and throw open the door to start over.

You return to your desk, and gradually the office returns to normal. Later in the morning, you receive an office-wide email from the IT director saying that the company is upgrading its internet security and spam filters.

Around lunchtime, Susan sends you and several of the other people in your office an email with the subject "Do you think..." You open the email and read:

"...the woman in the picture works here??? Or is it just some random beaver shot from the internet??"

One of the men replies, "It's a wide open question. So to speak."

The rest of the people on the distribution list reply immediately: "LOL!" "OMG LMAO!!" "ROFLMAO!!!"

 

[impatient]

You return to your desk, and gradually the office returns to normal. Later in the morning, you receive an office-wide email from the IT director saying that the company is upgrading its internet security and spam filters.

Around lunchtime, Susan sends you and several of the other people in your office an email with the subject "Do you think..." You open the email and read:

"...the woman in the picture works here??? Or is it just some random beaver shot from the internet??"

One of the men replies, "It's a wide open question. So to speak."

The rest of the people on the distribution list reply immediately: "LOL!" "OMG LMAO!!" "ROFLMAO!!!"

I wanted to cry. This isn’t over….My mind started to race and flood with questions…”What if they find out? What if this gets out outside of work? Michael? Ohhh, Godddd….”

I take out my personal cell phone, “Michael? Hi honey…God I miss you…Can you come over tonight? I need you…” I whined, feeling so forlorn and needy.

“Hi Jen….I miss you too….I wish I could come over, I have to work late tonight….but how ‘bout tomorrow I bring over some take out and a movie……we can just relax together,” he replied.

I hung up the phone with Michael, and thought for a minute. I don’t think I can stay in this office one second longer….I have to go home. I went over to Susan’s desk, “Hey Sue- can you tell Janet that I had to leave early for doctor’s appt? Thanks, you can email me any new cases; I’ll take care of them when I get home.”

I head out, practically running to my car. I slide in the seat, start the engine and take off, already thinking about how much wine I'll consume when I get home.

 

[Dr_O]

I wanted to cry. This isn’t over….My mind started to race and flood with questions…”What if they find out? What if this gets out outside of work? Michael? Ohhh, Godddd….”

I take out my personal cell phone, “Michael? Hi honey…God I miss you…Can you come over tonight? I need you…” I whined, feeling so forlorn and needy.

“Hi Jen….I miss you too….I wish I could come over, I have to work late tonight….but how ‘bout tomorrow I bring over some take out and a movie……we can just relax together,” he replied.

I hung up the phone with Michael, and thought for a minute. I don’t think I can stay in this office one second longer….I have to go home. I went over to Susan’s desk, “Hey Sue- can you tell Janet that I had to leave early for doctor’s appt? Thanks, you can email me any new cases; I’ll take care of them when I get home.”

I head out, practically running to my car. I slide in the seat, start the engine and take off, already thinking about how much wine I'll consume when I get home.

As you pull into your driveway, your "other" cell phone buzzes. Furious, you snatch it from your purse and read the new message:

"St. James Hotel, tonight 8pm. Wear a red choker necklace and go to the concierge's desk."

There is a picture attached:

http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSp8MYWEMtaUifu9GvVnjdjUmHKd2czOWW3nWISOU2zlzReVgCr&t=1

And then, below:

"Shave your cunt."

 

[impatient]

As you pull into your driveway, your "other" cell phone buzzes. Furious, you snatch it from your purse and read the new message:

"St. James Hotel, tonight 8pm. Wear a red choker necklace and go to the concierge's desk."

There is a picture attached:

http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSp8MYWEMtaUifu9GvVnjdjUmHKd2czOWW3nWISOU2zlzReVgCr&t=1

And then, below:

"Shave your cunt."

“Unbelievable! You have GOT to be kidding me!!” I scoff, incredulous that he would actually ask me to meet him after everything he’s done.

So why was I feeling that ache in my chest again? No, I am NOT interested or excited by this, I think, trying to stifle a smile. I cover my lips with my hand, embarrassed by it.

“Well, if you don’t meet him, you won’t be able to tell him to leave you alone” I think, trying to make up a reason to see him. Yes, that’s it, there is no way for me to get in touch with him, and I’ve tried that already. I nod my head, convinced.

I go inside, open the fridge and take out last night’s leftovers, and a glass of wine. Then I jumped in the shower, and yes, shaved my pussy for him. “UGH!” I moaned, exasperated.

I slip on a red thong, red bra, a pair of black trousers, black satin short sleeved button up shirt, black heels, and hunt through my jewelry box, incredibly finding a red choker necklace. “Boy, is he lucky.” I mutter sarcastically.

I get in the car, and head to the hotel. “Hmm, pretty ritzy one at that,” I mused. I arrive at the hotel, pull up to the Valet and go inside, my breasts tingling-my hard nipples visible through the satin.

Tottering up to the concierge’s desk, I inquire, “Hi, I'm Jennifer…Is there a message for me?”

 

[Dr_O]

I get in the car, and head to the hotel. “Hmm, pretty ritzy one at that,” I mused. I arrive at the hotel, pull up to the Valet and go inside, my breasts tingling-my hard nipples visible through the satin.

Tottering up to the concierge’s desk, I inquire, “Hi, I'm Jennifer…Is there a message for me?”

The concierge looks up and smiles. "I don't have a name, but I do have an envelope for a woman wearing a red choker necklace. That must be you." She hands you a small envelope.

You open it and inside, there is a key and a note:

"Top floor, suite 2201. Let yourself in."

 

[impatient]

The concierge looks up and smiles. "I don't have a name, but I do have an envelope for a woman wearing a red choker necklace. That must be you." She hands you a small envelope.

You open it and inside, there is a key and a note:

"Top floor, suite 2201. Let yourself in."

Trembling, I take out the key. "Thank you," I said with a slight smile, starting to feel my knees wobble as I turn away.

The doors to the elevator and my fate open with a menacing hiss, and I step inside.

The bell dings loudly, giving me a startle, and I slowly step out.

The hotel is lavishly decorated, majestic red and gold walls with thick plush carpeting and beautiful sconces with a soft warm light. I make my way to the last door to the left, Suite 2201.

Chewing on my lip for comfort, I then take a deep breath, turn the brass handle and enter.

 

[Dr_O]

Trembling, I take out the key. "Thank you," I said with a slight smile, starting to feel my knees wobble as I turn away.

The doors to the elevator and my fate open with a menacing hiss, and I step inside.

The bell dings loudly, giving me a startle, and I slowly step out.

The hotel is lavishly decorated, majestic red and gold walls with thick plush carpeting and beautiful sconces with a soft warm light. I make my way to the last door to the left, Suite 2201.

Chewing on my lip for comfort, I then take a deep breath, turn the brass handle and enter.

The suite is empty. And silent. All you can hear is the gentle whisper of the air conditioning.

You walk into the bedroom. There is a card on the bed. You pick it up, and read:

"Take off everything but the choker and walk into the bathroom."

 

[impatient]

The suite is empty. And silent. All you can hear is the gentle whisper of the air conditioning.

You walk into the bedroom. There is a card on the bed. You pick it up, and read:

"Take off everything but the choker and walk into the bathroom."

“Whaa-“I say, staring at the card, re-reading the words over and over, floored.

This is fucking unbelievable, I think, overwhelmed, but yet, captivated and mystified by his creativity. My pussy was soaked.

This is not what I expected. I was going to waltz in here and give him a piece of my mind. Now what?

“Fine, I’ll play by his rules…for now. But I AM going to tell him what I came to say.”
I peer around the room, still empty, and then begin to take off my clothes. I cannot believe I am doing this!

Completely naked, I walk over to the bathroom- it’s gorgeous- polished and pristine with burgundy and black marble. I enter.

 

[Dr_O]

“Whaa-“I say, staring at the card, re-reading the words over and over, floored.

This is fucking unbelievable, I think, overwhelmed, but yet, captivated and mystified by his creativity. My pussy was soaked.

This is not what I expected. I was going to waltz in here and give him a piece of my mind. Now what?

“Fine, I’ll play by his rules…for now. But I AM going to tell him what I came to say.”
I peer around the room, still empty, and then begin to take off my clothes. I cannot believe I am doing this!

Completely naked, I walk over to the bathroom- it’s gorgeous- polished and pristine with burgundy and black marble. I enter.

As you walk in to the bathroom, you freeze. Just inside the huge walk-in shower is the man from the interview. The shower door is open and you can see him clearly. He is naked. His body is lean and strong. Efficient. The hair on his body is neatly trimmed. His cock and balls hang heavily between his legs.

As you watch, he turns his back to you and turns on the shower. The water splashes against his hair, then cascades over his shoulders, his back, his ass. He turns back to you, water dripping off him.

He looks at your face, your breasts, your hips. He smirks when he sees your newly shaven pussy. He looks back up into your eyes and holds your gaze. Then he speaks:

"Come and bathe me."

 

[choklatekoneko]

There were two wing-backed chairs in the room, facing each other about 15 feet apart, and nothing else. Other than the double doors at the entrance, there was one other, a plain single-hinge door on the far side of the room. The chairs, floor, ceiling and walls were all a deep charcoal gray. The room was brilliantly lit, but the light was warm, not harsh.

After a few minutes, the far door opened and a man walked confidently into the room. He immediately looked directly into your eyes and smiled broadly. He was a tall white man -- perhaps 6'2" -- and lean. It was hard to tell how old he might be -- 35? 45? He had short black hair, graying just a touch at the temples, and piercing blue eyes. He wore a crisp white oxford dress shirt and black slacks and shoes. There was a confident, easy grace in his walk. He looked... efficient, is the word that came to mind.

He strode across the room to you, still smiling, and sat down smoothly in the chair opposite you. He never broke eye contact, never lost that easy, confident smile as he settled into his chair.

"Good evening, Gigi," he said, still looking directly at you. His voice was a rich, soothing baritone. "Thank you for coming tonight. I understand your email that you have never done anything like this before, so I will take it from the top.

"The first thing you need to know is that tonight, you are free to leave whenever you choose. The door behind you is unlocked, and I have a car waiting outside to take you wherever you want to go, whenever you want to go.

"But if you choose to stay, I will say some things, and ask you some questions, that would make many women uncomfortable or embarrassed. If you hear a question that you do not want to answer, all you have to do is stand up and walk out of this building, and you and I will never see each other again.

"But if you choose to stay, I ask you to answer each question as truthfully and completely as possible, even if answering makes you feel uncomfortable or embarrassed. I must have your complete, naked honesty throughout this interview, so if at any point you cannot give me that, I want you to stand up and leave.

"Now, before you decide whether we should go any further, you should understand one thing very clearly. This interview is about sex. This is not a date, and you are not my potential girlfriend. If I choose you to be my new submissive, you may very well fall in love with me, and I may fall in love with you. But that would be incidental. The driving force of this interview -- and whatever may result from it -- is pure animal sexuality and lust, and there will be no way for either of us to pretend otherwise.

"If that is not what you thought this interview would be, then you are welcome to go now. But if you understand clearly why we are here and would still like to go forward, then we can begin the interview."

He paused. "And one more thing. Cuando me hablas, habla Inglés solamente."

He looked at her steadily.

"What do you say?"

She was speechless, as soon as he walked into the room. She didn't know what to say. She bite her lip, her eyes wavering. She couldn'lt look at him, not with him staring like that... She was already nervous, and that certainly wasn't helping. She couldn't help but glance at him as he spoke Spanish. She knew her mouth was probably to the floor, but she nodded slowly, resisting the urge to say si. She spoke English perfectly, so it wouldn't be hard to do that.

"Yes, Sir...I understand. I'll stay. I have no problem answering questions." She spoke quietly.

 

[Dr_O]

She was speechless, as soon as he walked into the room. She didn't know what to say. She bite her lip, her eyes wavering. She couldn'lt look at him, not with him staring like that... She was already nervous, and that certainly wasn't helping. She couldn't help but glance at him as he spoke Spanish. She knew her mouth was probably to the floor, but she nodded slowly, resisting the urge to say si. She spoke English perfectly, so it wouldn't be hard to do that.

"Yes, Sir...I understand. I'll stay. I have no problem answering questions." She spoke quietly.

He smiled. "Excellent. Let's get started right away. Tell me, Gigi, how do you masturbate? I want you to describe the physical details of how you play with yourself, and I also want to know what you think about when you do it. What thoughts turn you on the most? What images run through your mind when you start to cum?

"Tell me everything."

He sat back in his chair, looking at her.

 

[impatient]

As you walk in to the bathroom, you freeze. Just inside the huge walk-in shower is the man from the interview. The shower door is open and you can see him clearly. He is naked. His body is lean and strong. Efficient. The hair on his body is neatly trimmed. His cock and balls hang heavily between his legs.

As you watch, he turns his back to you and turns on the shower. The water splashes against his hair, then cascades over his shoulders, his back, his ass. He turns back to you, water dripping off him.

He looks at your face, your breasts, your hips. He smirks when he sees your newly shaven pussy. He looks back up into your eyes and holds your gaze. Then he speaks:

"Come and bathe me."

“Ohh, he’s good, alright,” I’m thinking, slightly shaking my head side to side, “A real pro..”

“And fucking h-o-t…” my eyes devouring him from head to toe.

“Sir, I…..I think there is something we need to discuss...” I say, trying desperately to steady my resolve.