The Caller 09 - a job interview - Sex Stories

The Caller 09 - a job interview

... Sherri blushed and a small gasp escaped her lips. "Yes, Miss Day," she replied as her hands quickly undid the first two buttons, showing off some of her chest. "Like this?" I sighed. "It's a start," I said, looking into her eyes. "But not enough. Your breasts must be in full view. And don't even think about wearing a bra, that's the first rule." She nodded, already knowing about the rules. "Yes, Miss Day, I will make sure not to ever wear a bra," she said obediently as she opened her blouse a bit more. I was waiting until her small, but firm breasts were in full view. She was hardly any bigger than Kaylee, but they had a very pretty shape, especially for a woman her age. I grew envious as she held her shirt open. "Like this, Miss Day?" she asked. I eyed them for a while, then nodded satisfied. "You've got nice breasts," I said. "I was hoping you would, but I couldn't tell so good from the pictures you've submitted. Keep in mind that we have no shame before one another. Now turn around." She quickly spun, stopping with her back facing me. "Is my backside to your liking as well?" she asked, talking towards the opposite wall, not daring to peek back at me. I shrugged. "I don't know," I said. "I can hardly see much of it from here." "Shall... shall I come closer?" Sherri asked, looking back over her shoulder with a small smile on her face. Instead of an answer, I reached across the desk and slapped her butt, a lot harder than she had anticipated. "Bend over," I said. For some ...

... reason, this woman brought out a side in me that was previously unknown to myself. I became aggressive, demanding, perverted ideas running through my head about what I would do to her, what I would make her do. I felt a lot like Missy must be feeling with me. During the last weeks I had not heard from Missy any more, and truth be told, I was quite busy getting accommodated, learning to live and work with Kaylee, showing her what to do, getting her set up and, more than anything, exploring every little inch of each other's bodies, every secret little desire in each other's minds. "Yes, right away Ma'am," Sherri mumbled obediently, tearing me from my warm, wet thoughts and memories as she was bending at the waist and pushed her butt towards me. Grabbing my scissors I began to slowly cut open her skirt, from the bottom almost all the way to her waistline. In line with the rules, and just as I had expected, Miss Franco wasn't wearing any panties either. Between her legs I could see her long, puffy slit, crowned on all sides by neatly trimmed brunette pubic hair. "I just bought this out..." she whimpered when she heard the fabric tear. "Shut up," I said, slapping her again, this time on her naked butt. "I'll pay you extra for the outfits you're going to wear from now on, and they'll be a lot more revealing than this." Spreading her buttocks slightly, my eyes were resting on her holes for a moment before I sat down again. "Very good," I said satisfied. "Now turn over and look at me." ...