John was not happy. In fact, he was very, very angry. He had prepared for weeks for this interview and that stupid woman had barely given him the time of day. She obviously hadn't looked at his previous experience nor his references from past employers or from his most recent deployment with the army. She seemed more interested in filing her nails and had even gone so far as to tease him. Slowly she had opened the top few buttons on her tight blouse, blaming the heat but knowing only too well that she was showing off much more cleavage than was appropriate for the situation.
John couldn't complain about the view; the woman had an impressive pair of breasts and John would have been only to happy to feast his mouth on them just as he was feasting his eyes but he knew he would have no chance of getting the job if he made any kind of move like that. Not that she had given him any chance of getting the job even though he was perfect for it. As he made his way back on to the street, however, the heavens opened and he was about to be soaked. Checking in his briefcase, he groaned out loud when he realised he had left it in that bitch's office. Now he would have to go back to get it and probably miss his train as a result. No, John was not happy, not happy at all.
He finally got back to her office just as everyone else seemed to be leaving for the day. Even the boy who had shown him into her office was nowhere to be seen. John smiled briefly to himself. The "boy" was probably at least eighteen years old and suddenly John felt every one of his forty years weigh heavily upon him.
He made his way to her office door, noticing that there was still a light on and that the door was slightly ajar. Even better, he could hear voices so he knew someone was still there. Fingers crossed it wouldn't be her. He was about to knock when the voices became clearer; at least one voice did, the woman who had interviewed him, but it didn't sound like the words John expected to hear.
"That's better. I knew I could teach you to lick my pussy. Now, make your auntie cum. Make me cum all over your face. If you do that, the job is yours."
John was about to walk away when he thought for a moment. He had just been presented with an unexpected opportunity and he knew just how to take advantage of it. Taking out his phone, he switched it to video mode and began to change his life.
The scene that greeted him when he silently inched open the door and peeked in would have graced any porn film that John had seen. Even though his cock was twitching he knew it was more important to ensure a perfect recording if his new plan was to succeed.
The woman was now kneeling in front of her desk or, to be more precise, she was kneeling on either side of her nephew's head in front of her desk. Straddling the young lad's chest, her skirt was pulled up around her waist, her panties were nowhere to be seen and, since she was wearing black thigh-high stockings, she was grinding her pussy all over the boy's face.
"That's right, Tom. Lick me, push your tongue right in. Drink all of your auntie's juices and I'll show you what it's like when a real woman cums."
John couldn't believe his ears. No only was the bitch acting like a cheap whore in her own office, she was forcing her nephew to commit incest for her own gratification. This was dynamite and John concentrated on recording every word her filthy mouth uttered and every look of pure lust on her face. His own cock was straining for release by now but that would have to wait. Not for too long, though.
"Oh, that's nice, Tom. Maybe I should tell my holier than thou sister what a good boy you've been licking your auntie's pussy. Maybe not, though. The uptight bitch has probably never even let a man look at her cunt. She would never understand just how good it feels. No, this will be our secret, Tom, and you can stop worrying about meat-heads like that last one. The job is yours if you want it. All you have to do is keep making me feel so good. Oh, that's real good, Tom. Keep doing that."
John couldn't really see exactly what the lad was doing that was "real good" but he presumed from the woman's reaction that his tongue was now attacking her clit. What he did know was that he was the "meat-head" she was referring too and he vowed to make her pay for that remark.
"Yes, Tom, Yes! That's it! You're making auntie cum. Yes! Yes! Yes!"
John looked on, he and his camera, as the woman reached her climax on her nephew's tongue and rubbed her pussy roughly across his face. It was a wonder the boy could still breathe, thought John, but that wasn't his concern. All he needed was the evidence of her abuse of power.
As her orgasm finally came to an end the woman fell forward, her hands resting on the carpet, her body totally spent. She didn't even notice when John stepped into the room so he thought he should announce himself.
"Bravo," he applauded. "That was quite a show. I wonder who I can send the recording to."
The woman jumped up in fright and the boy beneath her rolled on to his front, trying to see who was speaking and trying unsuccessfully to conceal the erection tenting the front of his trousers.
As the woman tried to pull down her skirt to hide her naked pussy, John noticed her black panties were around the bottom of her right leg. "What a slut," he thought but only too aware it was her slutty ways that had now put him in charge.
"What the hell are you doing back here?" she demanded. "Who do you think you are barging in to my office?"
"Silence and stand still, you whore," he commanded in his best sergeant-major's voice. The woman was struck dumb by his tone. No one spoke to her like this, certainly not in her own office, but she was afraid of what this man might do next. She had to make sure he was bluffing about having recorded her indiscretion. Why didn't her fool of a nephew lock the door behind him? She would make him pay for that mistake.
"I'm sorry," she quickly apologised. "Maybe there is something I can do for you. Maybe I can reconsider your application for the job. You didn't really record my little bit of fun with Tom, did you?"
Ignoring her, John turned to her nephew.
"You," he ordered. "Stand up."
The boy struggled to his feet and stood trembling, his hands clasped before him, still trying to hide his erection.
"How old are you?" John asked more kindly, aware that the young lad was probably terrified of him.
"Eighteen, sir"
"And this slut is really your auntie?"
"Yes, sir. Auntie Clair is my mother's sister."
