It has been almost five years since I started this story. Since then I have received numerous complaints that I ended it when I did. So I guess I'll dust it off and see what I can do with it.
Right now I frankly don't have a clue where I want to go. That really isn't too much of a problem since I start all my stories without any idea what I want to do with it.
Maybe that is not professional but as it stands, I'm not making a dime. If you want professional send me your check. (PAYABLE TO CASH) :-)
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The story is totally fiction; any resemblance to any person or place is purely coincidental and was not the intent of the Author.
All the characters in this story are at least eighteen years of age. There are no minors involved in any sexual or violent acts in this story.
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Not your ordinary job interview:
Lynda pressed her secretary's button on the intercom.
When the secretary answered Lynda said, "Helen, I do not wish to be disturbed for the rest of the morning. No phone calls and no visitors. When she clicked off she turned to me smiling. "You get to do that when you're the boss."
While she was talking to her secretary, she idly reached up and casually opened the buttons on her white silk blouse. She looked at me with a coy smile on her full lips.
She let her blouse hang open displaying a lacy light blue bra that barely held her breasts. Lynda liked to wear bras that were too small to contain her large breasts She walked around her large desk towards me. She sat on the couch beside me. I could see that she had already kicked off her shoes while still sitting at her desk. She reached up and removed the pins from her hair, shaking out her hair she let it fall naturally around her shoulders.
"I think before we go any further, we need to discuss your duties as my personal secretary."
"The pretty young lady in my outer office is called Helen, she is my private secretary, or executive assistant, if you prefer. She helps me in my professional life. She does what- ever needs doing around the office. She works for me, not the company. She does whatever I tell her, when I tell her, for as long as I tell her to do it."
"She also takes care of some unconventional duties. She takes special care of the more, shall I say 'intimate' needs of some of my clients. She also does the same for me, when I have the need. She is very efficient or I wouldn't keep her around here."
"Now you Gerry are my personal secretary. Like Helen, I expect you to do whatever I tell you, also. Your job is to take care of my personal and intimate needs. Usually you will not be here at the office unless I require you to be here. Your duties will be whatever I require of you, most often as a sexual partner."
"I can't be bothered with boyfriends or husbands. Most of them can not be counted on to always obey my wishes, and always do what I demand of them. Some even dare to think of themselves as equals," she scoffed.
"You have met my cook and maid, Susan. Sometimes she is also my bed-partner. I take my pleasure as I find it."
"I assume you noticed this past weekend that Susan enjoys inflicting pain. I like to watch her do it. On occasion I join her in her sadistic pleasures."
"There may even be times that I will require you to participate in these sadistic sessions as our victim," she looked intensely into my face. "Don't be too shocked; we will not really injure you. There may be pain but there will never be permanent damage. Whenever you have to meet this requirement you will receive a financial bonus. Usually $5,000.00, but sometimes more."
"I socialize with an exclusive group of women that enjoy dominating men. They usually have their own slave boys, but not always. It is very much like a swing club, meaning we sometimes trade slave boys for the evening. So although you start with me, sometimes you may wind up in another woman's bed. By our club rules, these temporary mistresses can not draw your blood or mark up your body. But they have other ways to inflicted pain."
"There are many occasions that you will be required to be my escort to business dinners and parties. Or a traveling companion for business or pleasure. You can look on these occasions as legitimate dates. For these occasions you will require appropriate attire. I'll see that you have access to the most exclusive tailors and men's clothing stores available. At my expense of course."
"For this you will receive an executive salary plus bonuses. A company car and of course you will live with me in my home rent free."
"There are other benefits too, both personal and financial. As long as you understand, you work for me, I demand your loyalty, your silence as well as your physical attentions to my needs."
"For most occasions, I simply want to be held and treated tenderly, like any other woman. You will not be required to submit every night to tortures. Just on those occasions when I'm in that sort of mood and there are no other victims available."
"For most of these occasions Susan and I use our young stable hands. They are all foreign nationals. I hire them fresh off the boat. I like to find those with no family or friends that might look into their welfare. This way Susan and I can do what we like with them. For a few dollars, their immigration records can be misplaced and eventually lost completely."
She talked about these things like she was discussing the weather, not talking about torturing and murdering maybe hundreds of men.
"Well what do you think. Are you interested?" Lynda looked at me like she was demanding an answer right there on her office couch. The idea of some physical pain was not that horrifying to me. I had often fantasized about being dominated by a beautiful woman. My fantasies never went quite as far as having pain inflicted on me, but considering all the benefits she was offering, it may not be too bad. I could always simply walk away if it got too intense, though.
"Well," she said looking into my face. "You still have not answered me?"
"Yes of course I am interested," I replied, "but could we use a safe word, I could call out, if my pain started getting to be to much for me to tolerate."
"Yes of course I could agree to that," she said, "but the more that you do tolerate the bigger your bonus will be."
I could see the lust in her eyes, that told me that Lynda was becoming aroused by our negotiations. She stood up and turned to face me. She slowly lifted the front of her skirt, exposing, just inches from my face, a pair of thin skimpy thongs.
I could inhale the rich sent of her expensive perfume and the aroma of her natural clean odors. I breathed in deeply and it stimulated my own sexual senses.
She reached down and pushed her panties down her slim legs to the knees. Then took hold of both my ears and gently pulled my mouth to her dripping wet pussy.
I pushed out my tongue and started lapping up her juices.
Lynda gasped at the touch of my tongue. "Oh yeah, send me baby," she said, "I've been looking forward to this since I heard I'd be interviewing you this morning."
Lynda tasted wonderful. I could have spent hours lapping up her love juice. Just the other side of her door business was going on as usual and that thought was a very big turn-on for me.
Her hips were rolling now like they were ocean waves. Around and around. I had to reach around her body and hold her beautiful ass in my palms so that I could move my eager mouth with her movements.
While I was busy licking her slit for all I was worth. She slipped her blouse off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
"Yeah baby, you know how I like it. Just like that, honey, just keep it going."
I was playing with the rose bud of her bum hole with my fingertips. I didn't force my way, but only teased her entryway lightly.
This got even more moans of passion for my trouble.
"Oh God baby that feels so good," she gasped, "just keep that up and you will be rewarded by a big load of my fuck juices.
I was licking her faster now, I really wanted that load of her juices she promised and I was really going after it for all that I was worth.
"Oh my God what a magical tongue you have." Her breath was chugging like an old fashioned steam engine. She was really going now. She grabbed the back of my head and she mashed herself into my soaking wet face.
With her blouse discarded, her bra was to come next. She reached up to the hook in the front, between her luscious breasts, then worked it open. The hook popped open like it was spring loaded. Her breasts sprang loose and once they were free of the confinements of her bra, they seemed to expand even larger. She reached up and started pinching and twisting her nipples. She needed the touch of pain to push herself over the edge. She could barely contain herself. It took all of her effort to stifle the scream she knew would burst from her lips when she climaxed.
I was only vaguely aware of what was going on above my head while I was concentrating on my task below. I knew that she was getting very close to a giant earth-shaking climax.
She was fucking my face in a frenzy.
