How I Got My Job Part 1

My name is Katie, I am 25, a very attractive brunette; I would give myself a nine on a scale of 1 -10. I know my 34D boobs get me a lot of attention from men. I’m 5’8”, very nice figure as I love to work out, mostly jogging to tease the guys who watch me; watch my boobs bouncing as I jog by them.

I had to tell someone about how I got my job. I guess I feel more comfortable just sharing it with strangers since I know I could never tell any of my friends, except for one. They wouldn’t believe me or mainly not believe what I actually did to get my good job. A friend of mine told me about this site. He said people would love to read this story and would be jerking off to it, to me. I have never done this before but he said to just write it as it happened.

I was really getting desperate for a new job, I just needed out of my dead end job. I was able to get an interview at a very good company, a very good, well paying position. I went to the interview wearing my black suit jacket, white blouse and black suit pants, my power outfit. The interview took place in my soon to be bosses office, Alan. I corner office; the only windows in the office were the ones to look out. The interview was going ok, I could tell he was spending more time looking at my boobs and undressing me with his eyes.

I began to think the only way I was going to get the job was if I opened up my suit jacket to show off some cleavage, which was my mistake. I asked, “Do you mind if I unbutton my jacket, it’s a bit hot in here.” He smiled, of course and said it was fine with him. I could see him trying to adjust himself in his seat behind his desk.

I did start to subtly tease him with my boobs, thrusting them out once in awhile. I felt the interview was going good since it was taking longer than I thought. I was so wrong.

He kept staring at my large breasts. Trying to look at my resume but I could tell he was still looking at my boobs he said, “Well Katie those are some impressive qualifications. It makes me wonder if they are real or fake. Something like that would make a difference in your chance to get this job. If you could prove that your…qualifications are real.”

I knew exactly what he was talking about and that is when I really realized this interview was taking a turn down a road I did not think it would ever go. This man wanted to see or feel my boobs! I was offended and mad. How could this man take a serious, business meeting, interview and turn it into something sexual. I was tempted to walk out right then and there but I didn’t; I don’t know why. I made my first mistake by responding in a playful, flirty manner.

“Yes my qualifications are REAL, not fake or made up. I think you need to concentrate more on my resume.” I gave him a playful smile to let him know I knew what he was talking about. I thought that would end this but it didn’t. He smiled back at me and said ‘well I guess I would have to take your word for it. However, it’s hard to do that. This is an important position and I can’t take chances on someone who might not have the right qualifications or is faking them. Well this sexual teasing talk went on for too long, don’t get me wrong, I am all up for sexual, dirty talk but in the interview, I felt it went on too long.

“Alan, you know I can report you for this conversation. All this referring to my boobs as real or fake qualifications and you need to know for sure or I have to show proof that they are real, is call sexual harassment.”

His smile fell off his face and he gave me a shitty look. “I’m sorry Katie if YOU took the conversation in that manner. Perhaps you are not right for this position after all if that is how you think. I will be in touch.” He placed my resume in a folder and just looked at me. I started to wonder if I had just blown it, was I wrong, did I take his chat as sexual in nature. My mind was racing as I was trying analyze it but then I caught him starring at my boobs again and I knew I was right. The ball was in my court. I really needed the job but I also knew I should just walk out of there with my dignity. I am not that kind of woman or so I thought. I don’t know why I did what I did next and I knew it would be a mistake but I my desperation for the job took over my common sense.

“Ok. I will prove they are real.” Alan perked up as I opened up my suit jacket and I began to unbutton my blouse. I kept thinking to myself ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this.’ Alan had a delighted smile on his face as I completely unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it open revealing my white bra. I thought for a moment that would be enough but he just shock his head no and said, ‘Hmm, I’m sorry Katie but that does not really prove anything. I will need to see more.’
I blushed as I unhooked my bra; I had worn one that unhooked in the front. I couldn’t look at him as I pushed the cups off my boobs, the cool air hit my nipples and they went erect. I glanced up and Alan was standing up smiling, I glanced at his pants and I could see a visible erection.

“Those are very nice qualifications Katie. Nice sized areola, hard nipples and very good size.” He moved around his desk and stood in front of me. “Tell me Katie, how large are your…qualifications?”

“34D.” That’s all I said to him, as I was so ashamed of what I was doing.

“Perfect. Perfect and beautiful but I will have to examine them more closely.” With that, he moved behind me, reached over my shoulders and slowly ran his hands down to my boobs. I shivered a little as this man began to fondle my breasts. I tried not to move at all, tried not show any pleasure; but when he began to play with and pull on my nipples I let out a moan. My nipples are sensitive, I experience intense pleasure when they are touched or sucked on in the right way and Alan was doing it just right! He pressed his crotch against the back of my head and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my head. I could tell it was an average length but with more girth.

I let him play with my boobs for five minutes. I just sat there and let this man, ‘interviewing’ me fondle my boobs and rub his hard cock on my head. I was very wet already. Every time he pulled on my nipples I moaned and he said, “You like that Katie. You like having your qualifications, your nice big tits played with.”
Then he told me to stand up. I did what he said without saying a word. He spun me around; I knew what he was going to do. He bent his head down and began to suck on my boobs…my tits. He was so good at it I let out another moan. I let the pleasure take over for a moment, placed my hands on his head, and guided him between my tits letting him suck on both nipples. He looked up into my eyes as he flicked his tongue on my hard nipples, no matter how much I tried to hide it; I knew he could see the intense pleasure he was giving to me.

This went on for another five minutes or so before he suddenly stopped. He grinned at me and walked behind his desk. He sat down and he told me to sit down too. I started to button up my blouse but he stopped me before I got the first one buttoned.