Job Interview

"Come in Ms. Trujillo."

"Thank you, sir," you say as you enter the spacious corner office of Mr. Peter Longfellow, the Senior Partner of Longfellow and Stein, the most prestigious law firm in the state.

"Please close the door and have a seat," Longfellow says not removing his eyes form the papers on his desk.

"Yes sir," you utter as you try not to sound as nervous as you are. You nearly trip over your own feet as you make your way to the chair in front of the large mahogany desk. You sit down and cross your legs, showing just enough to make the old man interested. You smooth out the wrinkles in your skirt as you await your potential new boss to speak.

With his head still reviewing the papers on his desk, he finally addresses you. "Ms. Trujillo, I have been reviewing your..." He finally looked up and his eyes were immediately drawn to your shapely legs, accentuated by the hosiery you wore that day. He was lost in the sight of your gams for a moment.

"I, uh, have reviewed your resume and, well, I, uh, you don't seem to be one of our more qualified candidates for the secretarial position."

"Well sir," you replied, "while I may not have the credentials others have, I more than make up for it with my hard work, my dedication to the job, and my attitude."

"Attitude, eh?" He pushes his chair back from the desk and gets up. He walks around the desk and sits on the edge. For a man of his age, you assume he is in his late 50's, he does not look it. His salt and pepper hair match his short but stylish beard. He fills out his three-piece Armani suit quite nicely, and given his height, he appears to be a good 7 or 8 inches taller than you, you cannot deny this man was a silver fox.

"What do you mean by 'attitude', Ms. Trujillo? You smile a lot? Because it takes a lot more than a pretty face to get work done around here."

"Oh, more than that sir. I am genuinely a happy person and eager to please. VERY, eager to please." You accentuate the very as you put your hand on his knee. He looks down, raises an eyebrow and looks at you.

"What does that mean?"

"It means, sir, I will do anything, and I do mean, ANYTHING, to keep my bosses happy. I have no issue performing whatever task is needed."

"Ms. Trujillo, are you coming on to me?"

Your hand ascends his thigh and inches closer to his cock. You get out of the chair and come close enough to him you can whisper in his ear. Your hand finds his crotch and the growing bulge under his slacks. "Would you like me to, CUM, on you?"

"Ms. Trujillo, I am a, oh fuck, married man." He tries to protest but you are already unbuckling his belt. "Um, Ms. Trujillo..."

You whisper in his ear, "Call me Gwen, sir" before giving it a playful nibble.

As your hands unbutton his pants and fish out his cock from his boxers, his protest fades. "Gwen, we shouldn't..."

You put your finger over his lips. "Shh. Just enjoy this."

You drop to your knees and slowly lick the underside of his penis. You kiss your way from just under his head all the way to the base of his cock and back again. Your tongue slowly circles the head, savoring the taste of his precum. He moans "oh fuck..."

You take that as your que, and you engulf the head of his 8-inch prick in your mouth. With long, painfully slow strokes, you take more and more of his shaft in your mouth and down your throat. After a few minutes of teasing, you begin to suck him in earnest, taking everything you can as deep as you can.

While one hand twirls up and down his shaft, matching the rhythm of your mouth, the other fondles his heavy balls. You can feel his breath become erratic. You take his cock out of your mouth and begin rapidly jerking him off. Your tongue finds his nutsack. You carefully lick and suck on his clean-shaven balls.

After several compliments on your technique, he warns you he is about to explode. You quickly put him back in your mouth and suck for all your worth on the head of his cock. Your tongue twirls around the head.

You can feel the cum rising from his balls and erupting from his cock. You suck and swallow all you can, but some escapes your lips and begins to run down your chin. He lets loose a string of profanity as he throws his head back and grabs the back of your head with his right hand. Spurt after spurt hit the back of your throat as this well-aged Adonis shoots everything he has into your greedy mouth.

Once his cock has finished his onslaught on your tonsils, you clean up his now shrinking cock. You look up at him after his cock falls from your mouth. You scoop the cum that escaped off your lips and chin. "Delicious. Thank you for the lunch, sir."

You tuck him back into his pants. He pushes your hands away as he buckles his belt.

"Well, I see what you mean, Ms. Truj...er, Gwen. You have DEFINATELY moved to the top of the pile. Tomorrow, there will be another interview after I have weeded out some of the candidates. It will be me and Ms. Schwartz, the other partner here. I don't know if you can work your magic on her the way you worked it on me but..."

You cut him off by rubbing your hand over his crotch and whispering in his ear, "You shouldn't underestimate me, sir. I can be VERY persuasive."

"Um, so yeah, right. Be back here, in the office next door, say 9 AM tomorrow. Ms. Schwartz likes punctuality, so I would recommend you do not be late."

"Yes sir," you mock a salute as you gather your resume from his desk. You turn to walk away, and he grabs your wrist. He pulls you in against him. "Once you are done, come back to my office. I would like to 'speak' with you again." He takes advantage of the opportunity and kisses you hard, shoving his tongue into your mouth.

You two make out for a minute or so, giving him enough time to fondle your breasts through your business suit jackets and raise your skirt to grope your ass. You reluctantly push him away.

"See you tomorrow, Sir."

As you walk towards the door, you hear him take a deep breath and let out a deep sigh. As you exit the office, you hear him call over the intercom to his secretary, "Send in my next appointment."

You pass her in the hallway. She is middle aged and has nothing on you.

"This job is as good as mine, and the benefits are going to be good too."

At 8:55 you notified Ms. Schwartz's secretary you were there. You pulled out your compact to check your make-up and took a deep breath. You were not sure if you could persuade Ms. Schwartz into the third interview like you did with Mr. Longfellow, but you were definitely open to the idea. After closing your eyes and taking one more deep breath, you heard your name called.

"Ms. Trujillo, Ms. Schwartz will see you now."

You wore a different business suit than the one yesterday. You noticed a cum stain on the lapel. It is probably a good idea not to wear the same suit on consecutive days, especially one with your prospective employer's DNA on it.

You rose from your chair, threw your shoulders back, and confidently strode into the office. Like Mr. Longfellow, Ms. Schwartz told you to come in, close the door, and take a seat. You noticed how similar the offices were, right down to the desk and chairs. It was eerie, almost like de ja vu.

"So, Ms. Trujillo, Mr. Longfellow gave you nothing but praise when I spoke with him yesterday. I can certainly see why," she said as her eyes burned a whole into your cleavage. "He said he put you though some example work and you were quite eager to please and performed admirably."

"Oh, yes ma'am. I strive to do whatever I can to make my bosses happy."

"Or so I am told. And please, call me Natalie."

"Ok Natalie," you said as you swallowed a lump in your throat. She knew what you did yesterday, and it certainly seemed like she wanted some of that action. You decided to go for it.

"So, Natalie," you said as you rose from your chair and walked around to her side of the desk. You sat on the edge, just a few feet from her. She turned her chair to look at you. You made a show of crossing your legs. "Tell me, how would I work hard to make you happy?"

It was her turn to swallow the lump in her throat. Her eyes were once again drawn to your chest, this time intentional on your part, as you bent over to give her a nice look at what is under your white silk shirt.

While she sat there momentarily stunned, you took the time to check out your soon-to-be boss. She was a short gal, without her standing, you could not be sure, but she could not be any taller than 5'4". She was considerably younger than Mr. Longfellow. You figured she was somewhere in her mid-30s. Judging from what you could see under her suit, her body looked younger.

Her breasts were much bigger than yours, and from what you could see, were not fake, or if they were, they were damn good replicas. She was wearing a skirt, and for good reason, because her legs were toned, tanned, and smooth. They were not quite as good as your own, but you would not mind them wrapped around your head.

"Well, uh, Ms. Trujillo, I am not sure what you mean."

You leaned forward, and just like you did with Mr. Longfellow, you whispered into her ear, "I think you know what I mean." You nibbled on her ear lobe causing the object of your seduction to moan ever so softly.

You withdrew from her and looked her in the eye. You could see the battle of wills being waged inside her. Passion was fighting professionalism and apprehension. The silence and sexual tension was palpable.

"Natalie, are you there?"

"Fuck it!" She exclaimed as she reached out and grabbed the back of your head, pulling you in close and recklessly forcing your mouths together. She shoved her tongue in your mouth without warning nor permission. She wanted you and she wanted you to know it. As her left hand held your head against hers, her right reached around and found your ass.

After a minute of rough making out, you finally broke the kiss, but just long enough to hike up your skirt so you could straddle Natalie. With one leg on each side of her, exposing your pantiless pussy, you dove back in and began making out with her again.

Her hands roamed your body as your tongues intertwined in a battle for limited space. She began to pull away and kiss down your neck. Her nimble fingers unbuttoned your jacket. With a mighty yank, she ripped open your silk blouse. Good thing the buttons were cloth and unbreakable.

Like a mad woman, she yanked your bra over your tits and immediately began sucking on your left nipple. You shrugged off the top two layers of clothing and undid your bra, mainly for comfort. You cradled her head as she suckled from each of your breasts. She was an animal, and you were her prey.

After a good while of nipple play, she pushed you off her and onto the floor. She pounced once more while you were on your back. With your skirt already around your waist, she wasted little time diving between your legs and attacking your pussy.

She knew what she was doing. She was sucking on your clit while working two fingers in and out of your pussy. Between the kissing and the nipple sucking, you were already on edge. After 30 seconds of her eating you, your hips began to rise from the dark blue carpet, and you had to muffle your screams as you came. She did not let up either. Orgasm after orgasm rolled through you. You lost count after three, but it easily could have been five or six.

Once she was done, or at least had her fill, she crawled up your body and kissed you with the same vigor she just had on your other set of lips. She broke the kiss after a few moments and said it was your turn. She hiked up her skirt to reveal a completely shaved pussy, also sans underwear. She firmly planted herself on your face.

"Show me how hard you're willing to work to make me happy."

You are no stranger to the female anatomy on your tongue. That, combined with the absolute wettest vagina you have ever seen, made getting her off easy. No less than five seconds after she began grinding her pussy into your face, she exploded into your mouth. This bitch was a squirter.

She damn near fell over from the force of her own cum. You took pride in that. It was time to repay her for what she just did to you. You reached up and grabbed her surprisingly tight ass cheeks and pulled her groin into your mouth. What came next was a mixture of moans, profanity, thigh shaking, and begs to a higher power for more, then for less, then for more.

She rolled off you after, what you generously estimated, was 9 orgasms. She was absolutely spent. She rolled off you and laid next to you, cuddling up into your side. She was catching her breath as you savored her taste on your lips. The floor underneath the two of you was absolutely drenched, as was both sets of your clothes. It would be a fun walk back to the car, that was for sure.

After laying there for 15 or so minutes, enjoying the post-orgasmic glow, she noticed the soggy threads. She gave you a pair of sweats she had in her private bathroom, apparently for just this very occasion. She had to put some on herself. She said our excuse was that we were going to the private gym in the basement to talk further over a nice workout.

You never made it to the gym.

She began to change first. She got completely naked, which sparked something in you. As she took off her final piece of drenched clothing, a black lace bra that barely contained her ample bosom, you came behind her. You wrapped your arms around her and caressed each breast. You nibbled into her neck and tweaked each nipple. She softly moaned as she watched the two of you in the full-length mirror in her office bathroom.

She turned around and stared into your eyes. This time, as you two kissed, it was different, softer, more loving, sweeter. You bent down and began to suck on her tits, which were way more than a handful. You would find out later they were real, and 38 DDs. As you swapped from nipple to nipple, your hand slowly traced her body, down to her still wet pussy. You slowly rubbed tiny circles over her clit.

She reached out and mimicked the same action on you. You licked your way back up over her chest to her neck and found her lips again. You two kissed and moaned into each other's mouths as you both neared another orgasm. In unison, you both came, moaning into each other. While this time the orgasms were not as earth shattering, they were equally satisfying.

You both supported one another as you came down from the endorphin-fueled high. With nothing exchanged between the two of you other than some giggles and sideways glances, you two got dressed. You followed her out of the office.

"Stacy, cancel my appointments until lunch. I am going to go to the gym downstairs."

"Yes Ms. Schwartz."

As we walked to the elevators, I turned to see Mr. Longfellow standing in the doorway of his office. I gave him a wink. His jaw dropped as he knew what just happened. He smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

This is going to be a fun place to work.

When you got to the gym, you did not work out, at least in the traditional sense. You both got naked and got into the sauna. It was just an excuse for Natalie to see you naked. You two made out for a bit and chit chatted. Believe it or not, most of the actual interview happened in the fog of 120-degree steam.

Yes, the sex was amazing, but she seemed like a genuine nice person who you would enjoy working for, even if there were not any benefits, which she assured you there would be in spades. You confessed the work might be a little over your head, but she reassured you that you would do fine. If making the Partners in the firm cum did not seal the job for you, this conversation might have.

You mentioned you were supposed to meet with Mr. Longfellow after you were done with her. She chuckled and said that he was just meeting with you to fuck you. While the thought was enticing, you were wore out. You voiced as much, and Natalie stated she would cover for you.

"How are you going to cover for me?"

"My sweet Gwen, I am not a lesbian. Longfellow and I have been fucking for years. He has got a nice cock and knows how to use it. We are not in a relationship, but every so often, he bends me over his desk and makes me scream. It's a nice little arrangement."

"Damn..." the thought of those two going at it was hotter than the steam that filled the wood room you were in. Hell, the thought of you being bent over that desk was just as hot. The thought of the three of you was enough to drive you wild. Natalie could sense it.

"In due time Gwenny." She kissed your cheek. "C'mon, let's get a shower and get you to your car."

The two of you adjourned to the communal shower, which was empty as there were very few women in the firm and even fewer who used the basement gym, despite its' state-of-the-art equipment. Once again, you two could not keep your hands off one another as you each rubbed another orgasm out of the other one while the water cascaded down your bodies.

You dried each other off and got dressed. She kissed you long and deep until the locker room opened. It was one of her assistants bringing down your purse. She said she would get your suit dry cleaned, since she was the one that made it a mess. As you got into the elevator to take you to the first floor, she kissed your cheek.

"Tonight, 7 PM, my office, final interview. Dress...sexy. Get some rest, you are going to need it.

The building was dark when you arrived. As nervous as you were when you first arrived in that elevator two day ago, you were the vision of confidence on this night. You donned a tan trench coat that covered you from collarbone to ankle. Underneath was a matching set of lingerie, a sheer black bra with a pair of crotchless panties, a sexy garter holding up a dark pair of nylons on top of 5 inch "fuck me" stilettos.

The elevator dinged and, for appearances mainly, you swayed your hips as you sauntered to Mr. Longfellow's office. You did not bother to knock as you just strode into the office. When you swung open the door, the sight before you made you smile, and very wet.

Natalie was on her knees in front of Mr. Longfellow, deepthroating his impressive cock. Longfellow noticed you first and motioned for you to come to him. You walked over and immediately began kissing him. You did not notice that Natalie tugging on your belt and opening your coat. Longfellow pushed the coat off your shoulders. It fell to the ground around where you stood.

In unison, both Natalie and Longfellow said "Dayum!" Longfellow felt up your top half while Natalie shifted her attention from one crotch to another. She pulled you down to the floor by your garter. Once you were on your knees, she kissed you with as much vigor as she did the very first some this morning, almost an eternity ago.

You two were interrupted when Longfellow cleared his throat. You and Natalie giggled as you both turned your attention to his cock. You two took turns on his balls and sucking his cock, from head to shaft.

"Alright you two. Who is first?"

"She is," said Natalie. "After all this is a job interview. We need to see if she can make both of us happy, simultaneously."

"I like where your heads at," Longfellow said with a smile. "But I am going to like where her head is at better."

Natalie laid on her back and spread her legs. She crooked her finger and motioned for you to come to her. You got on your hands and knees and crawled over to your new boss. You immediately buried your face in her pussy. As you savored her sweet nectar, Longfellow got behind you and rubbed his head up and down your slit. After smacking his penis against your clit a few times, he drove his cock to the hilt inside you.

It had been a long time, if ever, you have felt this full. You could barely focus on what you were doing as Longfellow was slamming into you from behind with long, forceful strokes. His balls slapped off your pussy as he had his hands locked around your hips.