Mindfucking the interviewer - Sex Stories

Mindfucking the interviewer

... down on your knees, your head pressed against my pelvis with both hands. You'd smell my pussy odor so strongly shortly before you taste it for the first time, strange and new at first, but after a few licks you get used to it. My labia feel soft against your tongue, but my thick, curly pubes tickle you." She fell very quiet very sudden, all I could hear was her breathing, somewhat longer and heavier than before. I continued: "Soon, you notice my opening become a lot wetter, and sometimes a different smelling liquid kinda trickles out. You lick it too, and the thought of slurping up my pussy juice excites you so that you feel your own twat get very slippery between your legs. So you reach down inside your panties and start to rub it, because you can't stand it any longer. But I'm not letting you go, because right now, you're my little fuck slut, and you're just good enough to please me." Novella moaned loud into my curly red bush, visibly aroused. The noise sent some slight vibrations through my clit which gave me a warm, beautiful feeling. When I looked down, she had stripped the halters of her dress off her shoulders and let it drop down to her waist, her long, saggy tits dangling heavy between my legs. I smiled and continued, the breath of the interviewer slow and steady in my ears: "For some reason, being at my mercy turns you on even more, and just as you begin to feel comfortable in your position, you notice that, indeed, you're just a dirty little whore for me, ...

... because without a warning you feel a warm stream of tart, salty pee run into your mouth, just to put you into place and make sure you understand your position." I pulled off my headset and held the microphone between my legs where a strong, hot fountain of piss shot straight into Novella's mouth with a loud 'Ssshhhhhhh' noise. "Oh my god," the interviewer gasped when she heard that, "oh my god, yesss!" I breathed heavier when I continued: "You're forced to drink it, nothing more than a human toilet, but you're not fast enough, so much of it splashes across your face and hair, running down your dress, which feels warm and wet against your tits. Once the stream subsides you instinctively insert two fingers into my rosy, puckered ass right underneath my sopping wet cunt and begin to fuck me anally. Because that's all you're good for, you little dirty ass-whore." She whimpered while I felt Vella's fingers enter my anus and fuck me fast and hard. "At long last," I moaned, catching my breath, "you feel me cum, my sphincter contracting tight around your fingers, my pussy pulsing, opening and closing right in front of your eyes, some clear thick liquid running out. You're forced to lick it as I pull your head hard against me, rubbing it all over your face. Then, I let you go, sink to the ground, covered in my juices, your hair and dress a mess, feeling abused, but proud to have served me so well." I arched back, feeling my pussy gush as I came, thrashing wildly as Vella slowly fell back, ...