As interviews go this was probably the strangest and most gratifying I had ever attended. The qualifications required it seemed, were something along the lines of being young and cunt-struck, being able to operate a security/surveillance network and be turned on by the sight of old people engaging in various sexual escapades. Finally having the ability to be surreptitiously wanked by a very full-figured Matron engaged in conversation with a beautiful young maid until I spunked over her hand (and neck and uniform as it happened)
However, this was only the beginning of what would turn out to be the longest, most arousing day of my life.
'I think I'd better change this uniform' said Matron 'I seem to have spunk all over my tits'
I grinned like the proverbial cat as Matron intoned in a mock severe voice 'And you had better put that thing away' indicating my slowly slackening manhood 'before someone comes in and catches you with your cock out in Matrons office.' She winked slowly, smiled beguilingly and standing, went towards her private changing room.
Doing as I was bid and refastening my trousers I stood to stretch my legs and noticed that the door to the adjoining room wasn't closed. I casually paced around the room, arriving at the bookcase which gave me a view through the opening. A full-length mirror on the wall showed me the whole of the next room and the whole of Matrons sensual body. I wasn't struck by the irony of the situation at all, of me trying to sneak a peek at the body of this woman who had not five minutes previously sucked my cock clean after giving me a very thorough hand job. I merely revelled in the wickedness.
For her part, Matron acted as though she hadn't deliberately left the door open and began undressing apparently oblivious of a young man, ten years her junior attempting to catch a glimpse of her ample, well-rounded charms. Nor was I disappointed when I saw that Matrons ample charms were neither constricted or enhanced by undergarments. Beneath her discarded uniform matron wore only a low cut bra holding close and tight to her enormous mounds and a pair of sheer chami-knickers enveloped her wide flaring hips and generous rounded arse. Her slightly protruding belly bore a few scanty wisps of hair leading into the waistband of her knickers giving evidence of a full womanly bush between her heavy, heavenly thighs.
As she stood gazing into the mirror, and casting a quick glance to ascertain my watching presence, she seemed to come to a decision and noticing some real or imagined stain she reached behind her back, thrusting her tits even further out and unhooked her bra. Again the glance. Then she pushed her fingers under the yielding fabric below her breasts and with a certain effort pulled up and released her marvellous jugs to the mirror and my waiting eyes. I exhaled, loudly. She smiled, proudly
I almost jumped as a knock sounded at the door, which opened and admitted a young girl, tall, dark haired, with dark sensual eyes surmounted with heavy, unplucked eyebrows. The shape of her mouth led me to survey her breasts as she surveyed the room. I'll explain.
Apart from finding older women tremendously attractive, the older the better, my other 'fetish' is what have come to be known as 'puffy nipples'. Those nipples whose areolae are as prominent from the flesh of the breast as are the nipples from their dark surrounds. It is my largely untested theory, for want of more viable subjects, that the owner of puffy nipples has a certain shape to their mouth. A slight muzzle like protrusion of the jaws, a subtle overbite of the teeth and quite often a visible downy covering of the upper lip.
This vision of loveliness had all those plus the apparently obligatory low cut top of this establishment. So naturally I was eager to ascertain if she too had puffy nipples.
'Is mum not here?' asked this young girl, glancing from my eyes to her wonderfully outthrust breasts and back to my eyes.
'Your mum?' I asked, tearing my eyes from her deliciously promising tits.
'I'm in here love, I needed to change' Called out Matron from the other room.
'Your mum?' I repeated.
Matron swept out, smoothing down her clean uniform over her broad backside, to stand beside her daughter and closing a heavy, proprietary arm around her shoulders. Beaming. 'I told you we were a family concern, and this is my daughter; Caroline. And this...' indicating me with a wave of her hand 'Is Robert our new handy-man'
Caroline gave me the once-over, lingering slightly over my crotch, smiled beatifically and then addressed her mum 'You have to phone Robertons'
'Oh. oh yes. Thanks Car' Caroline smiled, turned and over her shoulder answered 'Ok mum' She lowered her lashes and peered at me concluding; 'and Ill see YOU later no doubt' she giggled and left.
'Now what was I saying?'
I was dumb.
'Ahh yes' Smiled Matron 'You've had your fun' glancing at my trouser-bound cock 'and now it's my turn. I'm going to give you a tour of the building, and as you are no-doubt aware, I do like a touch of naughtiness, so...' she stepped close and took my hand in hers ' whilst we are doing the rounds I want you to use these' indicating my fingers and pressing two into her mouth and gently sucking making me lick my lips in anticipation, she touched my tongue 'this and...' her finger trailed from my tongue down my throat, my chest, my belly and my groin to linger on my knob 'this, to give me a little pleasure, as the opportunity arises. Do you understand?'
I nodded. This buxom creature wanted me to feel her up in public, maybe even to fuck her as we walked around, no doubt meeting all and sundry on the way. I nodded again.
She stepped closer, her hot breath on my ear, ‘ I want to feel your hands on my tits, your teeth on my nipples, squeeze my arse in your palms, lick my clit, finger my pussy, I want you to be arousing me when I’m instructing the maid, caressing me as I give orders to the chef, feeling me while I address the residents and later you can fuck my cunt as I chat with my mum’ I emitted a strangled croak.
'Well we'll make a start now whilst I make this phone call ok?' As she took her place at the desk I moved behind and took a single trailing length of hair between my fingers and pulled gently. She shivered and exhaled with a deep, throaty moan.
Matron picked up the receiver and began to dial the number, as I rested the palm of my hand on the bare part of her shoulder, between her white neck and her blue uniform collar. My fingers lingeringly fell downwards as she waited for the call to be answered. ‘Ah, Robertsons? Janet, hello….’ She spoke into the phone, as my fingertips reached the lapels of the confining cotton around her tremendous bosom.
I let my fingernail dally a while, above the folds of the material, then sink slowly downwards, scraping her skin deliciously. Prizing my fingers higher I looked over matrons head to feast on the beautiful sight of the full line of her cleavage, imagining my cock sliding through that vast pair of tits and cumming on her throat and chin.
Too fast. Slow down.
I let my hands slide over the fabric of Matrons full to overflowing uniform top and rested my palm on the swell. My fingers circled around searching out her nipples. Her breathing became slightly faster, a little harder and with a sudden gasp from her, I could tell my search was fulfilled. What I had thought was a fold in the material of the uniform was in fact, what felt very much like the largest, longest nipple my fingers had ever found. Once more I grazed my nail across her skin, this time enclosed in cotton, and deliberately stayed scant millimetres away from her aroused nipple.
Matron squirmed a little, paused in her conversation, trying to bring her arousal within touch of my hand.
I pressed my groin into the back of matron’s head; she pressed her head back.
As she vainly tried to rub her erect nipple into the palm of my hand, her head against my groin, whilst carrying on the telephone conversation and trying to sound natural, I decided to tease her further. I took a half step back and released my cock from my tight uniform trousers, and was about to lay it alongside her neck towards her jawline.
For the first time I glanced towards the door of the office, and a delicious thrill ran through my muscles as I realised that anyone could just walk in.
Anyone could walk in, the raven-haired delectable maid “Oh excuse me Madame I did not mean to intrude” and she wouldn’t be able to tear her eyes from the scene as she lingered before backing towards the door.
Perhaps Matrons own daughter, in mock surprise “Oh mum, whatever will dad say” standing defiantly in front of the open door.
Maybe her own mother “What is going on in here? How can you carry on like this with a young boy like that?” then closing the door would add “and when is it my turn?”
Or even Matrons grandmother “Why you dirty little slut. Fucking anything in trousers. You’re cock mad. You filthy bitch. Are you just going to sit there or are you going to feed his knob into your dirty, hairy cunt in front of your own grandmother, and make me watch while this young man pounds his meat into your arse?”
I blinked.
I laid my cock along Matrons neck and the touch of hot flesh against her slightly chilled jaw produced an instant reaction. She pulled her head away slightly, looked down and saw the invitation, her mouth opened as she moved towards my shaft end which I withdrew quickly. She covered the receiver of the phone with her hand and looked into my eyes.
‘Bastard.’
As Matron returned to her conversation, which seemed to be becoming quite one sided as she struggled to maintain her composure, resting one hand on her shoulder and gently massaging I grasped her full breast in my other hand and squeezing slightly, pulled downwards gently. Pressing my thighs and groin into her back I had her bend slightly at the waist until her obviously protruding nipple came into contact with the edge of the desk.
Now I began to pull her breast up and across and down, pressing her swollen nipple into the hard wood and watching it flick against the sharp edge. She tried to cover her involuntary, audible gasp, by closing the conversation ‘Oh, I seem to be wanted Janet, I’ll call back later. OK? Bye then’
She hung up the phone and allowed me to continue scraping her enormous mound across the polished edge, as she let her head fall back and rubbed her hair into my knob. After a few seconds Matron pulled herself erect and pulled away from my ministrations. ‘Now THAT is the kind of thing I like’ Then businesslike she stood and ‘Now the rest of the tour. Put your cock away and come with me.’
Matron adjusted her uniform and we strode through the outer office. ‘Caroline, I’m taking Robert for a tour, if anything urgent crops up you know how to get hold of me, otherwise I’ll be quite busy. OK?’
‘OK Mum.’
‘Caroline… Caroline?’
‘Yes Mum?’
‘Instead of staring at Roberts knob end like a cock struck virgin perhaps you could get on?’
