The Interview - Sex Stories

The Interview

... intense. With that, he stopped touching her, to a small groan of &#034No, don't stop, pleeeease!&#034 from the incredibly horny woman under his finger. &#034Strip for me&#034 he instructed, and with this moved away so that her feet were no longer supported. Her hand moved to finish herself off, but when she heard the words, &#034Do you want this job?&#034, she realised that self-climax was not allowed. She stood before him and slipped off the already released blouse and bra, before unzipping her skirt and stepping out of it. He looked at her full breasts and wondered what it would be like to suck on those nipples? As her thumbs moved to the elastic waistband of her panties, he told her to leave them and return to the bed. Backs of hands &#034accidentally&#034 touched her sex, feeling the cushion of her pubes behind the material, while hands and fingers explored the warm and incredibly soft flesh of her legs - she had shaved them very well. Positioning his head for a good look at her pussy, she put her legs over his shoulders, crossing her ankles behind his head to prevent his escape should he try to stop again. His index finger slipped in the elasticated leg of the purple panties and pull them across, revealing a glistening bush of pubic hair soaked in juice. He ran his finger along her crack and after moistening it with her own juices, slipped it into her hole. She panted for more and her own hand snaked down her tummy and slid under the top of her pants to rest on her ...

... clit. It started to work, rubbing hard on her clit to excite her further. His finger became more and more soaked and with her ever increasing wetness, and he slid a second finger inside her which he moved these in and out as well as rotated, smearing the whole of his hand and her gushing pussy with juice. Her knuckles were clearly visible again the panties as two of her fingers rubbed her clit furiously and after 10 seconds of this combined sexual stimulation she panted and gasped and started to wriggle furiously under his and her own touch. Her breathing quickened to short puffs and the occasional &#034God!&#034 of acknowledgement, before finally Tom felt her pussy contract and spasm against his fingers. Fingers that were already soaked in cum, got more wet, fabric already damp in places became soaked. She almost screamed with pleasure as she came. He slid his fingers out of her and intertwined them with the fingers of the hand she had used to rub herself to orgasm. Their fingers unlocked as she stood up and slipped out of her soaked underwear. He savoured every inch of her naked body before she sat on his knee and turned to kiss him. &#034So, do I get the job?&#034 she asked. &#034Maybe!&#034, he replied. &#034We'll have to test that out again and see if you can do it better next time&#034 he grinned. &#034OK, maybe not. When can you start? You've got some sheets to change for starters - look at that mess!&#034 he gloated as he pointed to the damp patch she had made on his bed. ...