The Interview_(0)

The door was opened on the 2nd knock.

‘Yes?” inquired the man who answered.
She felt a sudden shyness creeping in, but sensing he wouldn’t be one to tolerate weakness in any form, cleared her throat, and said “I’m here about the position, sir.”

He casually looked her up and down, knowing all the while that the longer he took to let her in, the more she would squirm. But if this was going to happen, he needed to let her know up front that he was calling the shots.

“Come in,” he said finally.

She entered the villa and found herself immediately in the dining area. A small table and 2 chairs were set up in the small space that served as a kitchen. He took a seat in the farthest chair and continued looking her over. Not sure if this was an invitation or not, she started towards the other chair.

“I didn’t say you could sit,” he interjected.

She could feel herself blushing, and wasn’t quite sure what he expected. Fortunately, he didn’t make her wait long before continuing.

“You can either stand or kneel while I conduct the interview.”

“Yes, sir” she said, opting to kneel. At least then she didn’t feel like she was on display towering over him.

“I’m going to ask you some questions. If I feel like you aren’t being truthful, or giving me as much information as you should, the interview will be terminated and you will be escorted out. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, afraid to look him in the face.

“Do you understand what it is you are interviewing for?” he asked.

“I think so, sir. You’re looking for someone to become your servant…..sexually.” She risked taking a peek at him for confirmation.

“That’s right. Have you ever been submissive to someone before?”

“To some degree, sir. I mean, I’ve done some role playing with various boyfriends, but never really where it was expected 24/7.”

“Tell me what they would have you do,” he demanded

“Usual stuff, I guess…..” she started, then remembered his earlier warning. “Most often, I would let them tell me what to do. Like they would order me to kneel and suck their cocks. Sometimes they would spank me. One liked to fuck me in the ass-but he only did that once.”

“And did you like it?”

“It was a little awkward, sir….it hurt a little at first, but then I liked it once he got going….” She trailed off, hoping that was enough information.

It seemed to be, because his next question was: “And how would you say you are at sucking cock?”

“I’ve never had any complaints, sir.” She answered, hoping that wasn’t too insolent of a response.
He chuckled softly, so she was safe.

“I’m sure you haven’t. I’m sure you’re a good cock-sucking little whore.” He brought a bag up from underneath the table and started rummaging through it, pulling out a dildo that very realistically resembled a penis. “I want you to show me how you sucked them off” he said, passing it to her, and adding “while you’re at it, take your tits out. They look nice and big, but I want to see firsthand”

She pulled the top of her dress down, and worked her arms out of her bra-throwing it off to the side. Somehow, with just her tits hanging out, she felt more exposed than if she had been completely naked.

She brought the cock up to her mouth. Her embarrassment was at a peak now. She had certainly sucked her share of men off, but there was always that intimate connection of actual contact to get her through it-not this disconnected sterility. He had called her a whore, and that was definitely what she felt like as she raised the fake cock to her mouth. Unsure of where to look, she decided to just close her eyes, and pretend as much as possible that she was sucking the real thing. The dildo was maybe 6 inches long, and fairly wide. She started by sucking the shaft, taking it into her mouth as deep as she could without gagging, and slowly pulling it back out…so the tip was just barely in her mouth still. In and out she went, getting more into the act as she imagined it being his cock she was pleasing. She moaned at that thought, and then took the cock out of her mouth, and holding it in place, ran her tongue up and down, all around, rubbing the tip on her lips. She had almost forgotten she was being watched and evaluated when his voice cut in.

“I think you’ll pass that part just fine. Now get up and bend over the table, but keep sucking that cock.”

She was relieved, because this meant he was going to fuck her now, and that horrible feeling of being on display would end. She could hear him rummaging around in his bag again, and a few seconds later, felt the cold lube being rubbed on her asshole. She was slightly nervous, being she was relatively inexperienced “back there,” but she was determined to do the best she could.