He looked at her appraisingly, his eyes roaming over her body. He licked his lips. "pretty name," he said. "Mrs. Alexandria Lee... You're married, I take it?"
"Thank you, sir, and yes, I am married."
"Tell me what, did your husband think when you told him that you had a job interview in an airport hotel room?" he asked with a somewhat wolfish smile.
"He wished me luck. He said, 'whatever it takes, babe...'"
"Really. Now that IS interesting. 'Whatever it takes...' You know that you are older than any of the other applicants that I have seen today. And you are my last appointment...Just what do you think 'whatever it takes' might mean?"
"I think that it is self-explanatory, sir. When I used to work as a drug rep, sometimes I found it useful to color a bit outside the box...To go the extra mile. I had the highest sales rate in my division."
"Really? Give me an example of the sort of extra mile that used to go..."
"Well, in this very hotel, five years ago I met a Doctor who should have been using our devices. I discovered that he had a certain, ...interest, proclivity, that I was able to exploit. Room 308, if I recall. Right by the elevator. School girls were his thing. If I wore the plaid skirt and knee highs...that was all he could see. He would have signed anything..."
"Hmm. Now we are getting somewhere...tell me did you dress with any special consideration today?"
"Yes sir," she replied softly, looking down at her shoes.
"If I demanded that you hand me your panties would you comply?"
"No sir. I wouldn't be able to do that, sir."
"Oh, so, you would don a plaid skirt to sell a few heart valves, but you won't give up your panties to gain a job..."
"I can't because I am not wearing any, sir."
"Commando? You came to a job interview commando? Oh, you're wearing pantie hose, is that it?"
"No sir. Thigh highs. I just feel more comfortable in thigh highs. And I didn't want any panty lines with this skirt."
"Turn around, let me see. Lift up your jacket... Yessss, I see what you mean...No lines. No stay that way. I like this view. Why don't you take off that jacket, now."
She complied, unbuttoning the three buttons of her blazer. When she slipped the jacket off of her shoulders, she heard a sharp intake of breath, as he realized that she was wearing only a bra underneath it.
"Take two steps back, then bend forward."
She did, balancing on her high heels, the heels practically touching the sofa.
"Pull your skirt up higher...higher. I want to see the tops of your stockings..."
She did as she was bid, knowing that now his nose would be mere inches from her naked sex.
She did not flinch when she felt his hands sliding up the sides of her thighs, his thumbs riding up on the inside until they were resting lightly on her labia.
"You are shaved. Did you do that for this interview, Alexandria? Did you shave your pussy, and leave off your panties and your blouse today for this interview? Are you such a slut that you would do that to get a job?" As he interrogated her, he was sliding his thumb up and down her slick slit.
"Whatever it takes, sir."
"And your husband? Did he know what you WEREN'T wearing to this interview, slut?
"Yesssss. Yes, sir. He picked out my outfit."
"Turnaround, slut, I want to see what else you have to offer."
"Just these, sir," Alexandria said, cupping her breasts where they were straining out of her half bra.
"Oh God," he moaned, his eyes locked on her full breasts, the nipples painfully erect... "This was what I was looking for in my personal assistant...But, I don't know, maybe you are just a pretty package...I need someone with particular skills as well...," he leered meaningfully.
"Oh, I don't think you need worry about a lack of skill," Alexandria said, licking her lips and kneeling between his legs.
With infinite delicacy, she unzipped his fly pushing him back into the couch. Never breaking eye contact, she leaned in carefully dabbed the turgid head with the slightest stroke of her tongue. Teasing him, with the slightest flicks of her tongue, he moaned.
She allowed the whole head into her warm mouth, applying just the slightest suction.
He bucked, strained to raise his hips, to force more of himself down her throat.
"Not yet, cowboy. Open your briefcase and take out the contract."
"Later," he moaned.
"Now. Or I'm gone."
Hastily he pulled out the sheaf of papers, separating the offer of employment. Clumsily he signed.
"Date it..." She filled in the annual salary part at the maximum amount offered, crossed out 40 hours per week and had him intital 32 hours per week. She signed. Pulled her Android from the pocket of her jacket, scanned and sent copies of the document to herself.
"Ok, the nurse will see you now..." she said mockingly.
The End.
Birthday
Tonight was his birthday. His present was my ass's virginity. I'd prepared it for him, stretched my back entrance with my fingers and toys so as soon as he came home he could have me.
I heard him open the door and call for me. I didn't answer, I wanted him to see me how I was. My ass high up in the air with a large plug in it. Hanging from a ribbon around the 'neck' of the plug was a card saying "Happy Birthday" on it, with a tube of lube close behind me -- I'm sure he'd get the hint.
I heard his footsteps on the stairs. The idea of him seeing me like this, giving myself to him, the thought of him using me drove me wild. My heart throbbed with each footstep, my pussy ached with anticipation as my wetness slowly trickled down the insides of my legs. He opened the door, I could feel him staring at me, I turned my head and smiled at him, "Happy birthday my love, it's all yours."
He slowly pulled the plug out of my ass, watching my tight hole stretch around the fattest point as it exited me before quickly discarding it to one side and spreading my cheeks so he could look at my gaping ass. He began kissing my cheeks, his lips forever getting closer to my open asshole, teasing, never quite close enough, the desire for him to taste my ass was killing me. I begged him to taste my ass, "Please baby, taste my ass, and push your tongue deep inside my gaping asshole!" Thankfully he obliged, filling my ass with his tongue.
Feeling the tip his tongue flick against the walls of my ass felt incredible, my head went light as pleasure over-took my body. I needed his cock in me; I needed to have him fill my ass. As if to grant my wish, suddenly he removed his tongue from inside me and I felt the lubed head of his cock against my asshole. What was I thinking? There was no way he was going to fit back there! But I wanted it; I wanted it more than anything else in the world. I played with myself as he pushed his cock against my back entrance, trying to relax -- but I was scared. His head was easily as wide as my wrist and the thought of taking all 8 inches of him back there seemed impossible. My ass began to open; I could feel his massive head slowly entering me.
My ass ached, a strange pleasurable pain as I felt myself stretch around him. It felt as large as an apple, though obviously wasn't, as my ass expanded against his invading cock. And then, without warning my ass tightened around his cock as his head "popped" fully into my ass. I screamed out in pure ecstasy at the sensation and thought of having his large head in my ass. I panted, exhausted. He stared down at my cock-stuffed ass, spreading my cheeks so he could see how wide he had stretched my hole. He stayed still for a while, letting my ass get used to his size. It felt amazing to have him inside my ass. After a while, I nodded and said "Ok" signalling for him to start pushing the rest of his cock into me.
The feeling of his cock entering me was neither pleasurable nor unpleasant, but the sensation of fullness was incredible. Inch after inch the feeling grew more immense. I grunted for him to stop, he was only half way but I needed to rest, to let my ass get used to this new intrusion. He gently moved back and forth, very lightly fucking my ass. I wanted him to fuck me so hard, but I knew my ass wasn't ready so I resisted a
sking, letting him tease my hole with his monstrous cock.
I motioned for him to continue, he gripped my cheeks tightly as he resumed pushing his cock inside my ass. As his body pressed against me, his balls lightly tapping me as I fully took him - I came. My ass was over-taken with pleasure as orgasm unleashed throughout my body, my pussy throbbed repeatedly, dribbling my wetness down my legs and splashing his balls. I felt his cock stiffen further to the sound of my screams. He felt huge inside me, as if his cock head was pressing against my belly button. Eventually he pulled back, and began to slowly fuck my arse.
Feeling his cock slide back and forth within my ass drove me to ecstasy, it ached slightly as it stretched to accommodate his size but the feeling only added to the sensation of fullness and sheer lust of taking him there. His speed began to pick up, and his low hanging balls slapped pleasurably against my soaking cunt with each of his long strokes. He gripped my waist, and began to powerfully fuck my ass, slow but pressing himself hard against me with each thrust, letting me feel his full length within me.
As his cock pressed deep within my bowels I came repeatedly, I could feel my own wetness splashing against his balls as he fucked me. I was going light headed with pleasure, everything but my constant orgasm felt distant -- only the moment existed. "Please babe" I asked him "I want to feel you cum in my ass."
He began fucking me faster, perhaps too fast. My eyes watered slightly as he began to furiously shaft my ass. I could feel his cock growing, he was close, so close to filling me with his cum and then... I felt his first long spurt of cum shoott up inside my rectum. His cock pulsing as he unloaded inside me felt divine. I could feel each spurt of cum travelling inside me as it hit and splashed against the walls of my ass. I had the most powerful orgasm of my life as he emptied his balls into my anus, my body a slave to the complete and utter pleasure of feeling his cock pulse inside my rectum.
After a while he pulled out, spread my cheeks with his hands, and looked down at his new well-used fuck-hole. He told me to push it out, at first I hesitated, unsure of what to do, before emptying myself of his seed. I felt his cum bubble and dribble out my ass, trickling over my pussy lips before landing on the bed. Large wet splats hit the bed sheet as I pushed all the cum I could out of me. He pushed his tongue into my ass; the sensation of its heat against my thoroughly fucked asshole was painfully fantastic as his tongue flicked within my gaping hole.
The stain on the bed afterwards showed how much I had squirted. The sheer amount of white sticky mess on the sheets looked as if I had pushed a pint of cum from my ass, but I could still feel some deep within me, slowly working it's way down long after we had finished. My ass ached with emptiness, I felt so incomplete now his cock had exited my asshole and knew I would have to take him there many times in the future.
I wished him a happy birthday, and deeply kissed his cock -- mixing the sweet taste of his cock and cum with the bitterness of my own asshole... and loved it.
The End.
Masquerade
"Miss Arneson, what exactly do you want?" Pierre snapped irritably, turning to glare at this woman, his nemesis, who had been hounding him so lately, taking so much energy away from his real interests-- his real *work*-- which no-one must ever learn of. Protecting his secret was taking so much effort now; she was getting too close.
Jane smiled... a predatory, lazily triumphant smile. She kept finding that there were crossovers between real-world skills and things she did in this live-action roleplaying game; and she only hoped that, when she got the chance to do serious interviews as a journalist, that getting people rattled until they made revealing mistakes would be this much fun. Not that, in real life, either of them was actually a vampire with mystical magical secret powers fueled by their vampire blood or whatever. There were plenty of elements of the game that were pure fantasy. But a lot of the social maneuvering would work pretty much the same in real life. Knowing it was a game just let them be a little bit more uninhibited about it.
Now she had him. Her character, Lily Arneson, was about to get the goods on Pierre Sacremont, an annoyingly mysterious artist whose secret project was the subject of a lot of rumors, some of which sounded as if they might seriously interfere with her plans. The other player, Paul, was normally very careful about never meeting her gaze; but she had rattled him, and he'd forgotten and looked straight at her, and now she could use her Dominate power on him.
"I want you to keep looking into my eyes," she said, smiling even more, and holding a fist out to the side on top of her outstretched palm, to signal she was ready to resolve her character's attempt to mentally Dominate his with a round of rock-scissors-paper.
"Damn it," Paul muttered under his breath, and she winked at him. He stuck out his tongue, but couldn't suppress a momentary smile. Jane was relentless and annoying, and they butted heads both in and out of game; but her "I'm beating you" grin *was* pretty sexy.
They threw their signs, and both briefly looked to the side to see them. Paul sighed, and looked back into her eyes. "Good ol' rock..." he muttered, relaxing his hand out of the "scissors" peace-sign shape and putting it down by his side.
"Nothin' beats rock!" Jane agreed brightly, opening her closed "rock" fist and wiggling the fingers at him as if mesmerizing him with waves of magic power from her mind.
Flushed with delight at her success after... really quite a lot of social maneuvering to get to this point-- Paul had been pretty canny up till now-- Jane decided to play the scene for all it was worth. Still holding his gaze, she backed towards a couch. "Now. Let's have a seat and get to know each other a bit better, shall we?"
By the time they reached the couch, Jane knew how she wanted to play it. Just the night before she'd been looking at some websites her roommate had bookmarked about hypnosis; and while they'd been aimed at somewhat naughtier uses, she thought she could imitate the basic style of the patter.
"Have a seat with me, Pierre, and keep looking into my eyes, that's right. It's such a relief to finally sit down with you and just relax, after all this tedious, tiring, dancing around we've been doing, don't you agree? It takes so much effort to be so careful, all the time, and it's such a relief to finally be able to let that go, to have it over with, and settled, and not to have to think about that any more. You've been thinking so hard, for so long, and it's so lovely to stop thinking for a while, isn't it? You can just let me lead you for while, and that's such a relief, knowing this is where you were coming all along but you were fighting it, resisting it, and it feels so good to put down that burden and just give in, now, doesn't it." She nodded almost imperceptibly at this, and saw him faintly nodding back.
"And as you keep looking deeper into my eyes, now, you can imagine walking down a flight of marble stairs, down into a dark, silent, peaceful crypt where you can finally rest, let go, and give in to deep, deep trance. Deeper into my eyes, into my control, with every step, and you will count them with me now. There are ten steps, and this is one: deeper and deeper into trance."
"One..." he breathed in return.
"That's right. Step down the next one now: two. Just letting all your defenses go."
"Two..."
"Very good. Now three, sinking even deeper."
"Three..."
"Four. Leaving your mind in my care."
"Four..."
"Five. Just following my words."
"Five..."
"Six. Following and obeying."
"Six..."
"Seven. Deeper and more obedient."
"Seven..."
"Eight. Knowing that you are in my power now."
"Eight..."
"Nine. Feeling the last traces of resistance leave you."
"Nine..."
"That's right. And, ten. Completely under my control."
"Ten..."
"Yes. Tell me that you are completely under my control."
"I am completely under your control."
"Very, very good. Now, Pierre..." Jane leaned forward until her lip
s were *almost* touching Paul's. "Tell me *all* of your secrets."
Jane listened attentively as Paul told her about Pierre's secret project... which wasn't really very directly useful to Lily Arneson, but it was a bit scandalous and she could surely use that somehow. Most of the rumors she'd heard about it were pure speculation, and really she wouldn't have gone after Pierre nearly so strongly if she'd known this was all he was up to.
But, Paul was *awfully* cute as a mind-controlled zombie. He kept that perfectly blank look on his face the whole time, he was really getting into this. Jane started to see what her roommate found so hot about the idea of hypnosis.
What if he really were hypnotized?
At first it was just an idle thought. But as time went on and Paul stayed so *perfectly* in character-- not even cracking a smile-- Jane started to wonder if maybe it were actually true. Maybe she *had* hypnotized him! She started to try to think of ways to find out.
"That's very, very good, Pierre. You feel so good about telling me all of your secrets. And now, when I touch your forehead, you will feel every thought and idea vanish completely from your mind, leaving you blank, empty , and open. Now." Jane leaned forward and touched a finger to the center of Paul's forehead. He stared blankly back at her.
"Every time you feel me touch the center of your forehead, you will return to this state, and any thoughts that may have begun to form in your mind will dissipate and vanish. Do you understand?"
"Yes..." he replied quietly.
"How do you feel about this command?"
The moment his lips began to move to answer her, she tapped the center of his forehead, and a slow confused look spread over his face.
"Deeper and deeper," she said. "So completely obedient."
His features settled a bit.
"How do you feel about obeying me?" she asked.
Again, as he began to answer, she reached forward and touched his brow. He once again looked vaguely confused.
"You must obey me. Say it."
"I must obey you," he replied, looking almost relieved.
"That's right. Now, in a moment, I'm going to wake you up. But after I do, whenever I say 'look into my eyes,' you're going to look into my eyes immediately, do you understand? It's going to happen before you think about it, and you won't be able to stop yourself."
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