*** Open Call ***
Karrie was well into her rookie year of corporate responsibilities. She did her best to satisfy the even greater number of merged company executives but one girl could only sustain so much energy over the long haul. She broached an idea with Daddy and he concurred that additional Comfort Secretaries might be needed. Karrie assured him she knew just where to find suitable candidates and contacted TWA to arrange Post-graduate Interviews
*** Candidate Ranking ***
The office lobby was abuzz with girlish conversations. Some of the interviewees were acquainted with each other and it was a mini-reunion of recent TWA graduates. Karrie joined the gathering and made the rounds, greeting each girl with a bijou kiss of welcome. When she had all their attention, she herded them into the executive area front desk lounge and got them settled in the guest chairs and sofas.
"Good morning. The interviews today will commence shortly. You'll all get a chance to meet two of the executives in the order of their selection preferences. Of course, they are just as excited as you are to learn about your motives for joining the firm. Be aware that they are watching now on the CCTV and you will be called in for the meet and greets in turn, at their whims."
*** Redheads ***
*** Caroline's Tryout ***
Caroline loved sucking cock. It was her best talent; all the TWA coach tutors, resident staff, and gentleman guests had told her so.
It wasn't so much her good looks, though her body and face were certainly well received. No, it was her utter enthusiasm for the act. She loved the first sight of an untried cock, the musky smell, the bumpy texture on her tongue, the engorged muscled form filling her mouth or gullet, and oh..., the erupting sounds of masculine joy when the man ejaculated sperm pulses into her mouth or drained their balls down her throat. She loved that salty milky gush that tantalized her palate. Yes, Caroline loved sucking cock.
This fellatio session had started like many others. The strawberry redhead was the first to be invited by Mr. Townsend for her personal interview. She had stood in the center of his office in her chosen attire: secretarial heels, translucent blouse, no bra, and pencil skirt. After she had removed her blouse at his direction, he had stared at her well-built tits for a long while. Soon, she perceived from his lack of movement that was her duty to initiate the action. Stepping forward, she took his hand and led him beside his desk. A proficient unclasping of his belt and button led to the pants and shoes disrobing. Boxer shorts removal was no work at all for the experienced TWA graduate. She pushed him gently to his executive chair and posed him leaning back, feet propped wide on his desk, opening his groin to her access. She crawled under one leg and popped her red-haired head back up, kneeling between his hairy bare legs.
She cooed softly in admiration as she handled his penis. She leaned up, pressed one, and then the other, boob against his naked groin. Leaning down, her face and cheek rubbed his cock and balls. She kissed the resulting tumescence and brought her hands further into the action. The soft tube got longer and thicker in her hands and grew to where she could get a good oral hold. The knob slipped past her cherry-red lips and her tongue took swipes along the circumference, signaling that her dexterous fellatio was underway.
Caroline's sea-green eyes watched his face as she guzzled his erection, peering upward past his belly, finding his brown eyes gazing down upon her blowjob performance. His cock was bloated and her lips felt the raised veins prominent on the long appendage.
It was time to show her special talents. Holding him half in, she rolled her tongue back, the tip tickling the soft tissue of his corona nook. That gained her the pride of hearing his first lustful groan. She took the cue and focused on drawing out more of those female-flattering impetuous sounds.
A learned finger technique should help. Holding him still in her mouth with a gentle toothy grip, she used a single finger to lift his scrotum, her other hand tunneling beneath, her middle finger scratching at his perineum before easing further along to rim his anus. His hips jerked, causing an unsynchronized poke of penis in her mouth. She took it in stride, continuing a controlling hold with a comfortable suction as she gave his anus another soft poke. She readily controlled the irrepressible jerk that the digital probe elicited. He settled again and she was ready for the next step.
Pressing firmly, her long middle finger penetrated his asshole, wiggling to get deeper, up to her second knuckle. She had him inverse pegged now: his cock in her mouth and her finger in his bottom. She commenced a synchronized motion: the embedded finger wiggled in time to her bobbing head and flicking tongue.
Mr. Townsend's bare ass was bouncing in the seat, his penile nerves buzzing like a bee's nest. He felt her fingertip rubbing over his prostate as her lips circled the base of his cock. He was deep; her tonsils massaging his corona. He surrendered beyond any ability to control himself.
Hearing his loud call of defeat, she pressed hard on his prostate from within and took his first shots straight into her throat, pulling back halfway, holding him there as he emptied his reserves with slackening bursts of spunk. She let the sperm pool in her mouth, holding the liquids as his swollenness ebbed to flexibility.
Mr. Townsend's ass settled in his chair, trapping her hand in his ass crack. He wheezed a cleansing breath of relaxation as Caroline uncorked her finger, drug her hand out from beneath, and slid her lips off his genitalia.
He looked down across his hairy belly and saw her looking back, tits dangling beyond, a smudge of white sperm edging the corner of her lovely cherry-red lips.
He wearily smiled and Caroline happily smiled back, satisfied that she had passed her interview.
*** Shannon's Tryout ***
Mr. Webster lay atop Shannon, her long auburn hair strewn beneath her head as his cock stroked long and slow in her tight pussy. Her freckled boobs were unusually large for a true redhead, more than the typical B-cups on such a slender frame.
He was holding his chest on elbows, letting the pliant masses waggle on her chest as she wiggled her ass, trying to get extra caresses out of his slow movements.
Shannon moaned little sounds at each cycle. Webster smiled inside; she was a horny little wench. That boded well for this session and probably many more if the partners agreed to take her on. They should; they would all feel a super-alpha ego boost from dominating this eager female's sexual cravings.
When Shannon had entered his office, he perceived just by her demeanor that she was something special. Her fluid movements displayed athletic grace. Her clothes were well-fitted but not overly flashy, invoking a sense of adolescent wholesomeness. The light green dress fell to mid-thigh, close-waisted, spaghetti shoulder straps, the top laying loosely over the promising breast swells. Her lowered eyes and high cheeks held subtle makeup, enough to highlight but not conceal her natural glow of innate beauty.
On his spoken command, she had simply shrugged off the dress, revealing her toned body bereft of undergarments. Her nudity authenticated her true nature. The luxurious auburn waves were real, not a bottled dye proxy, matched by the trimmed tuff of ruby fuzz at her pussy.
He had gestured to the office sofa and she had turned and walked to the indicated place. She sat facing him, her hair loosely laying on her face and shoulders, her hazel eyes looking aside but taking him in with her peripheral vision. An instinctive slow motion spread her thighs, exposing her pink pussy lips.
