(This is a work of fiction meant for mature audiences. All the characters are above 18.)
At the rendevous point, I saw five rough guys standing next to an SUV. I grabbed my phone and my handbag and walked over.
One of the men identified himself as the team leader and politely asked me, "Are you Mary? Sent by Max?"
I nodded and extended my driver's license for establishing my identity. The leader took it and examined it in the torchlight. Once he was satisfied, he gestured to his guards. The guards moved swiftly and two of them grabbed my hands and the others had taken my phone and my handbag.
I gritted my teeth and mentally prepared for an invasive patdown. These criminals were suspicious and paranoid. This was part of the job.
But, instead of patting me, the leader grabbed my shirt roughly and tore with a harsh sound. I yelled in shock and fear but a guard moved behind me and clamped his hand on my mouth. As I stood struggling, the leader continued to tear away my skirt and bra and panties, "The Don can never be too careful so if you want an interview, you will have to do it naked. Do you still want the interview or do you want to go back?"
The guards clearly enjoyed my discomfort as I stood exposing my creamy and heavy breasts.
I had no choice, everything - my career, my freedom, and my life was on the line. I nodded my agreement.
As I stood squirming in embarrassment and some degree of fear, the leader ran his hands all over me. He squeezed my boobs roughly and cupped my pussy. I tried to move my hips away from his hands but a guard stood pressing himself into my ass and I had to stand watching as the leader grope me.
After he was satisfied, he motioned to the guards and we started to get into the car. The SUV was a bit crowded with five people, so predictably I was ordered to sit on the leader's lap. We drove for an hour and the leader spent the hour kneading my boobs with one hand and fingering my pussy with the other.
When we reached the compound, I was escorted naked to the isolated farmhouse as I tried to cover my boobs and pussy. There were around fifteen guards, all looking at me with open lust and some even rubbing their crotches.
I was taken to a drawing-room where a bodyguard received me and took me to the Don.
The Don was a giant of a man dressed in simple trousers and a white shirt. He was not handsome in the classical sense but his face had a raw magnetism.
"Drop your hands." was his first sharp command and I complied half out of fear and half out of the desire to convince this man to give me the scoop of my career.
The Don ran a critical eye over my swaying boobs, engorged nipples and glistening pussy, all thanks to the leader's services during the ride. He nodded in satisfaction, "I was actually angry when Max said he was sending over some woman to interview me and I almost refused. But then he sent your audition tape from the evening and the decision was taken out of my hands."
I blushed scarlet as I realized that the bastard Max must have taped and sent my blowjob video to the Don. I braced myself for further sexual insults and humiliation as I asked, "Shall we start the interview?"
"Of course, but I have been travelling since last week and I miss my women pretty badly. So, you give a repeat performance of your tape and I will answer all your questions." The Don said unsmiling as he opened his trousers and pulled out his thick and throbbing dick.
I was shocked by both the proposition and the sight of his overly large dick. At the beginning of my career, I had given a blowjob here and there for a scoop but for the last five years, I did not have to debase myself like that. Desperate times called for desperate measures, so voiced my agreement and kneeled between Don's legs.
The Don spoke in a hoarse voice, "Show some enthusiasm and make it believable Mary. And start by licking my balls."
Bile rose in my throat as I leaned forward and started licking his large hairy balls. They smelled and tasted terrible against my wet tongue and then I moved on to the thick shaft. I grabbed the base with my hands and started pumping as I moved my mouth up and down on the dick.
He was too big and too thick. I could feel myself gag as his dick hit the back of my throat forcefully. As I kept pumping hard and moving my mouth in a rhythmic motion, I could hear Don's moans and groans. Soon, his hips started to push up and his movements became frantic. I could even taste his salty pre-cum on my tongue.
I tried to quickly move away but his powerful hands held my head fixed and I gagged as Don released a big load of his hot cum into my throat and I had to swallow it. But there was too much and soon his thick white cum oozed from the sides of my mouth and dripped onto my chin.
As the Don sat back and pushed his dick into his trousers, I lifted a hand to wipe the cum on my face, but the Don shook his head gravely, so I dropped my hand to the side and started to get up. The Don dropped a heavy hand on my shoulder and said, "Let us do the interview, this position comfortable for me."
His bodyguard came forward and placed my phone next to the Don and it was already set to recording mode. So, I started my interview naked and kneeling in front of the Don with cum smeared over my mouth and chin.
The Don was true to his word. He spoke frankly about his childhood and his rise through the ranks to become the richest and most powerful drug Lord in our region. But this information had been covered to death by both his fans and haters. The real scoop was why he was in my country and why hadn't the authorities allowed him to travel even though there was an open warrant against him?
