The Interview [submissive female(s) needed]

[Dr_O]

“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.

He looks at you. "Certainly, but I can hardly hear you over the sound of the shower. Come over here closer."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

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.

My eyes lock on Michael's and my stomach immediately drops. He is so happy, so trusting; and I'm about to kick him like a dog.

Except that I'd never kick a dog... doesn't matter, the point is that I'm pretty much feeling like a supreme bitch because I'm about to break it off with a guy so that I'm free to realize my full slut potential. Mother would be so proud.

I head over towards our table and Michael leans in to give me a sweet kiss on the lips as a greeting.

Suck it up Friday, you're the one that wants this.

 

[Dr_O]

My eyes lock on Michael's and my stomach immediately drops. He is so happy, so trusting; and I'm about to kick him like a dog.

Except that I'd never kick a dog... doesn't matter, the point is that I'm pretty much feeling like a supreme bitch because I'm about to break it off with a guy so that I'm free to realize my full slut potential. Mother would be so proud.

I head over towards out table and Michael leans in to give me a sweet kiss on the lips as a greeting.

Suck it up Friday, your the one that wants this.

You sit down and exchange pleasantries, wondering how you will say what you came here to say. The waiter takes your drink orders and you start to look at the menu.

Suddenly, your cell phone -- your other cell phone -- buzzes insistently from your purse. You give Michael a puzzled look and pick up the phone to read a new message:

"Men's room. Last stall. Now."

 

[impatient]

He looks at you. "Certainly, but I can hardly hear you over the sound of the shower. Come over here closer."

“That’s what I was afraid of,” I mumble, my insides churning up a fiery volcano-one that was on the verge of explosion.

I swallow hard, my eyes pleading with him for mercy.

“O-kaay,” I actually say out loud, sounding more like a little girl than a grown independent woman.

I tip-toe towards him on the cold marble floor, and then stop, the edges of the cascading water trickling on my breasts, nipples most definitely reddened and hard.

“The picture….I sent to you…..that I trusted you with…? You sent it to my colleagues? Why?” I ask, unable to look him in the eye.

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

You sit down and exchange pleasantries, wondering how you will say what you came here to say. The waiter takes your drink orders and you start to look at the menu.

Suddenly, your cell phone -- your other cell phone -- buzzes insistently from your purse. You give Michael a puzzled look and pick up the phone to read a new message:

"Men's room. Last stall. Now."

Oh dear lord, he means to kill me.

"Michael, please excuse me, I need to run to the ladies room," I say, placing my napkin back atop the table.

"Are you feeling all right?" Michael asks without a hint of irony.

"Yeah, girl stuff. I'll be right back," I say as casually as I can.

I open the door to the mens room, and am faced immediately with two men using the urinals. My face flushes bright red, and I back out of the rest room, making excuses along the way.

"Oh my god, wrong restroom. Carry on."

 

[Dr_O]

“That’s what I was afraid of,” I mumble, my insides churning up a fiery volcano-one that was on the verge of explosion.

I swallow hard, my eyes pleading with him for mercy.

“O-kaay,” I actually say out loud, sounding more like a little girl than a grown independent woman.

I tip-toe towards him on the cold marble floor, and then stop, the edges of the cascading water trickling on my breasts, nipples most definitely reddened and hard.

“The picture….I sent to you…..that I trusted you with…? You sent it to my colleagues? Why?” I ask, unable to look him in the eye.

As you walk toward him, you see him rubbing the soap between his hands, making a rich lather. As you talk, he takes one hand and slowly begins to stroke his cock, letting it slide through his soapy hand.

He keeps his eyes on yours and listens until you ask your question. "Are you angry with me? Do you think I did something wrong?"

The soap drips on to the shower floor as he keeps slowly stroking his prick, which is now starting to grow longer in his hand.

 

[Dr_O]

Oh dear lord, he means to kill me.

"Michael, please excuse me, I need to run to the ladies room," I say, placing my napkin back atop the table.

"Are you feeling all right?" Michael asks without a hint of irony.

"Yeah, girl stuff. I'll be right back," I say as casually as I can.

I open the door to the mens room, and am faced immediately with two men using the urinals. My face flushes bright red, and I back out of the rest room, making excuses along the way.

"Oh my god, wrong restroom. Carry on."

In a moment, you hear water running, and then both men walk out the door and back into the restaurant, giving you strange looks as they pass by.

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

In a moment, you hear water running, and then both men walk out the door and back into the restaurant, giving you strange looks as they pass by.

When the men disappear down the hall, I slip into the men's room as quickly as possible. I hurry towards the last stall, as instructed. I adjust my skirt, throw my hair over my shoulder, and open the door...

 

[Dr_O]

When the men disappear down the hall, I slip into the men's room as quickly as possible. I hurry towards the last stall, as instructed. I adjust my skirt, throw my hair over my shoulder, and open the door...

The last stall is equipped for the disabled and is at least twice as big as a regular stall. There is room to stand and walk. In one empty corner stands the man from the interview. He is dressed in a conservative blue suit, a white shirt, and a red tie.

Everything about him is impeccable -- except for the fact that his fly is open and his cock and balls are hanging obscenely outside his pants, dangling heavily between his legs.

He is looking at you as you open the door, and then he watches you look down at his crotch to see your expression change.

"Get on your knees where you belong," he says calmly.

 

[impatient]

As you walk toward him, you see him rubbing the soap between his hands, making a rich lather. As you talk, he takes one hand and slowly begins to stroke his cock, letting it slide through his soapy hand.

He keeps his eyes on yours and listens until you ask your question. "Are you angry with me? Do you think I did something wrong?"

The soap drips on to the shower floor as he keeps slowly stroking his prick, which is now starting to grow longer in his hand.

It’s becoming one of those moments where everything is getting fuzzy…..I can’t think clearly anymore. The steam from the shower blankets around us, and it feels like he is moving toward me.

My left hand palms the wall for support, the cool wet marble a comfort.

I look down, my eyes fixed on his dick covered in soap suds, his hand making obscene squishing noises for my benefit.

“Yes, I….am…angry with you….It was wrong of you to send it anywhere…and especially my work. That should be something that is off-limits…..” I say, watching him stroke that beautiful, magnificent and now- rock hard cock.

“Sir….” I whisper, and to my own horror, I take a step forward and place my hand on his chest, my fingers starting to play with his nipple.

 

[Dr_O]

It’s becoming one of those moments where everything is getting fuzzy…..I can’t think clearly anymore. The steam from the shower blankets around us, and it feels like he is moving toward me.

My left hand palms the wall for support, the cool wet marble a comfort.

I look down, my eyes fixed on his dick covered in soap suds, his hand making obscene squishing noises for my benefit.

“Yes, I….am…angry with you….It was wrong of you to send it anywhere…and especially my work. That should be something that is off-limits…..” I say, watching him stroke that beautiful, magnificent and now- rock hard cock.

“Sir….” I whisper, and to my own horror, I take a step forward and place my hand on his chest, my fingers starting to play with his nipple.

"Hands off, Jennifer," he says sternly.

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

The last stall is equipped for the disabled and is at least twice as big as a regular stall. There is room to stand and walk. In one empty corner stands the man from the interview. He is dressed in a conservative blue suit, a white shirt, and a red tie.

Everything about him is impeccable -- except for the fact that his fly is open and his cock and balls are hanging obscenely outside his pants, dangling heavily between his legs.

He is looking at you as you open the door, and then he watches you look down at his crotch to see your expression change.

"Get on your knees where you belong," he says calmly.

And there's no more thought. I am his to command, and I acquiescent without question.

I walk towards him with a sway of the hips that I know he'll enjoy. When I am standing directly in front of him, I bend at the knees and begin my descent. There is the barest millimeter separating my face from his body and when I hit his crotch on my downward journey, I take a deep breath in, scenting his cock.

I am now on my knees at his feet, where I belong.

 

[impatient]

"Hands off, Jennifer," he says sternly.

A raging ball of fire shot through my veins as he chastised me…..the passion inside having nowhere to go.

I dropped my hand and started to pant heavily, “I’m sorry, Sir…”

 

[Dr_O]

And there's no more thought. I am his to command, and I acquiescent without question.

I walk towards him with a sway of the hips that I know he'll enjoy. When I am standing directly in front of him, I bend at the knees and begin my descent. There is the barest millimeter separating my face from his body and when I hit his crotch on my downward journey, I take a deep breath in, scenting his cock.

I am now on my knees at his feet, where I belong.

"Make my cock wet and hard," he says.

 

[Dr_O]

A raging ball of fire shot through my veins as he chastised me…..the passion inside having nowhere to go.

I dropped my hand and started to pant heavily, “I’m sorry, Sir…”

He turns and steps into the spray, rinsing the soap from his hand and groin, then turns back to you. He steps close to you, and his voice is a dangerous whisper.

"Listen to me very carefully, Jennifer," he says. "Nothing is off limits to me. I will do as I please, with you or without you. I will not apologize or justify my behavior to you. Ever."

He steps back. "Now, bathe me like I said."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

"Make my cock wet and hard," he says.

I start with his tempting balls first. I role them gently with my hand, before leaning forward to lick them with my tongue. I am already becoming familiarized with his unique scent and my sense memory from the other night makes my pussy start to dampen. I suck as much of his sac into my mouth as I can and begin to suckle.

I am hungry for his large shaft and so I release his balls from my hot mouth and tenderly grip the base of his penis. He truly is incredible. So juicy thick, and a little longer than average. I tilt my head to the side and grip with my lips, so that one lip each encompasses both the top and bottom of his cock. In this way I slide up and down his cock for several passes, gingerly avoided his head. He begins to moan, sending a current of pleasure through my kneeling form. I shift my head in the opposite direction, but this time my lips encase both sides of his dick, and lick with my tongue up the length of his pulsing vein.

When I reach the top of his member I slowly make lazy circles with my tongue, and then lick across the top of his tip, taking his pre-cum into my mouth. Smiling at the taste of him, I lean back on my heels momentarily. I watch as his cock bounces off his abdomen and fights its way back in the direction of my mouth.

And then I'm on him, sucking mildly at first but taking him all the way in with each thrust. I relax my reflexes, and joyously feel him hit the back of my throat. Then for the first time since I started, I feel his hands on me.

My entire body immediately breaks out in chills. He is not touching me with a lover's caress, but he might as well be for the emotion that swells in my chest. He is gripping my long hair close to the root, gently guiding my head forward and back. As this goes on for longer, his guidance demands a quicker pace, and I meet his need.

I look up at this stranger, fucking my face in a public toilet, and feel like I'm touching heaven.

 

[impatient]

He turns and steps into the spray, rinsing the soap from his hand and groin, then turns back to you. He steps close to you, and his voice is a dangerous whisper.

"Listen to me very carefully, Jennifer," he says. "Nothing is off limits to me. I will do as I please, with you or without you. I will not apologize or justify my behavior to you. Ever."

He steps back. "Now, bathe me like I said."

As he drew close, I could smell a faint whiff of his cologne, mixed with the musky smell of the soap, and my eyes fluttered….I was succumbing to his strong will- and voluntarily helpless to my own lusty desire for him.

“Yes, Sir.” I replied submissively.

I reach for the soap, and lather it in my hands, my eyes glued to his, feeling a little fearful of each movement I make.

“May I start on your chest?” I ask softly.

 

[Dr_O]

As he drew close, I could smell a faint whiff of his cologne, mixed with the musky smell of the soap, and my eyes fluttered….I was succumbing to his strong will- and voluntarily helpless to my own lusty desire for him.

“Yes, Sir.” I replied submissively.

I reach for the soap, and lather it in my hands, my eyes glued to his, feeling a little fearful of each movement I make.

“May I start on your chest?” I ask softly.

"You may," he says.

 

[Dr_O]

I start with his tempting balls first. I role them gently with my hand, before leaning forward to lick them with my tongue. I am already becoming familiarized with his unique scent and my sense memory from the other night make my pussy start to dampen. I suck as much of his sac into my mouth as I can and begin to suckle.

I am hungry for his large shaft and so I release his balls from my hot mouth and tenderly grip the base of his penis. He truly is incredible. So juicy thick, and a little longer than average. I tilt my head to the side and grip with my lips, so that one lip each encompasses both the top and bottom of his cock. In this way I slide up and down his cock for several passes, gingerly avoided his head. He begins to moan, sending a current of pleasure through my kneeling form. I shift my head in the opposite direction, but this time my lips encase both sides of his dick, and lick with my tongue up the length of his pulsing vein.

When I reach the top of his member I slowly make lazy circles with my tongue, and then lick across the top of his tip, taking his pre-cum into my mouth. Smiling at the taste of him, I lean back on my heels momentarily. I watch as his cock bounces off his abdomen and fights its way back in the direction of my mouth.

And then I'm on him, sucking mildly at first but taking him all the way in with each thrust. I relax my reflexes, and joyously feel him hit the back of my throat. Then for the first time since I started, I feel his hands on me.

My entire body immediately breaks out in chills. He is not touching me with a lover's caress, but he might as well be for the emotion that swells in my chest. He is gripping my long hair close to the root, gently guiding my head forward and back. As this goes on for longer, his guidance demands a quicker pace, and I meet his need.

I look up at this stranger, fucking my face in a public toilet, and feel like I'm touching heaven.

He looks down and watches you service his cock.

"Wetter," he says. "Stop being so ladylike. I want to feel your spit running down my balls and dripping on the floor."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

He looks down and watches you service his cock.

"Wetter," he says. "Stop being so ladylike. I want to feel your spit running down my balls and dripping on the floor."

I like it. I cease the effort to keep everything tucked tidily away in my mouth. I stick to his cock like a vice, forming a tight 'O' with my mouth. The increased suction amplifies the production of my saliva, and before long it is falling down my face in long threads. As the speed of his thrusts increases, his balls begin to slap at my chin, coating them with my warm spit.

 

[Dr_O]

I like it. I cease the effort to keep everything tucked tidily away in my mouth. I stick to his cock like a vice, forming a tight 'O' with my mouth. The increased suction amplifies the production of my saliva, and before long it is falling down my face in long threads. As the speed of his thrusts increases, his balls begin to slap at my chin, coating them with my warm spit.

After fucking your face for a moment, he stops.

"Good," he says. "You made my dick hard and wet, just like I asked. Now stand up, put your hands against the wall, and spread your legs."

 

[impatient]

"You may," he says.

I take a step towards him, never looking away from his face, and gently place my hands on his muscular chest.

I start to massage my hands into his skin, and seeing that nothing bad is happening, I move them all around, up to his shoulders, kneading his muscles- one hand on each side.

Our bodies are moving closer together, and I shudder as I can feel the tip of his hard cock, grazing my pussy. I re-focus on my task and begin to wash his arms and abdomen, feeling every inch of his toned body, and then the small trail of hair below his navel, which I find incredibly erotic.

 

[Dr_O]

I take a step towards him, never looking away from his face, and gently place my hands on his muscular chest.

I start to massage my hands into his skin, and seeing that nothing bad is happening, I move them all around, up to his shoulders, kneading his muscles- one hand on each side.

Our bodies are moving closer together, and I shudder as I can feel the tip of his hard cock, grazing my pussy. I re-focus on my task and begin to wash his arms and abdomen, feeling every inch of his toned body, and then the small trail of hair below his navel, which I find incredibly erotic.

"Good," he says. "Make sure every inch of my body is clean."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

After fucking your face for a moment, he stops.

"Good," he says. "You made my dick hard and wet, just like I asked. Now stand up, put your hands against the wall, and spread your legs."

I pull myself up to my feet and turn my back to him to face the wall. I place my hands and arms above my head, palms flat against the plaster. I elongate my stance and push my ass out. I am truly desperate for him now.

 

[Dr_O]

I pull myself up to my feet and turn my back to him to face the wall. I place my hands and arms above my head, palms flat against the plaster. I elongate my stance and push my ass out. I am truly desperate for him now.

He stands behind you and firmly pulls your skirt up over your hips.

"Crotchless panties?" he says gruffly. "You are a little slut, aren't you? Were you planning to fuck your boyfriend wearing these? Or were you hoping I might show up? Or both?"

Suddenly you feel his fingers pulling at your waistband, and he roughly rips your panties in half, right down the middle. He pulls the tatters away from your ass and tosses them on the floor.

"Now," he says. "Reach back with your hands and spread your ass wide for me again. You're good at that, aren't you."